#this will pass i swear just give me a minute to cling on to another type of media

[hallowtoon]

y'all i am going insane my favorite robot related medias haven't gotten new content recently and i am not taking it well fandroid has been gone for NEARLY ANOTHER FUCKING YEAR the two robot related webtoons i like [artifisouls and emmy the robot] haven't updated since march [probably because they are incredibly high quality and also the artists have shit to do] and i . i'm going through withdrawl i think

[bigsoupspoon]

A Night To Remember

Summary: *Spoiler* After temporarily fixing Karlach’s engine, you gift her a night that’s been long overdue.

Pairing: Karlach x Gender Neutral Reader,

Warnings: Fluff, smut, swearing,

Word Count: 2200 approx.

Rating: Explicit – If you are under 18, please do not read.

Note: I haven’t completed Karlach’s romance yet so I’m unsure of how it actually plays out.

“So did it…work?” Karlach asked cautiously.

“Only one way to find out.” Dammon responds.

Karlach’s eyes meet yours, she looks both hopeful and worried. But without much hesitation, you pull her into a tight hug. Your arms wrap around her shoulders, and hers around your middle. You lean your head into her neck and give her a squeeze.

You stay in the hug for several seconds, wanting to give Karlach more than just a quick embrace. When you start to move apart, your hands linger on each other, not wanting to completely let go. Her eyes connect with yours, and you can’t help but glance at her lips. She notices, and does the same.

You bring your hand to cup her cheek, her hands haven’t left your waist, you lean in and tilt her chin towards you. Karlach complies, leaning into a deep kiss. You both hold the kiss for several moments, finally able to touch one another after what feels like an eternity of tension. You part ways, and she whispers a quiet “thank you” in your ear.

Suddenly you remember where you are, standing in front of Dammon and your companions. Halsin and Astarion stand close by, watching the sparks fly between you both.

“How sweet it is to share such affection in these trying times.” Halsin admires.

“And don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the show.” Astarion smugly adds.

Karlach stands up straight and lets you go, still feeling the emotions of getting to touch you for the first time. She seems mildly flustered, bashful at the least, not knowing what to say next.

“How about we call it a day and head back to camp?” You suggest, the rest agree, it already becoming late in the afternoon anyway. For the rest of the day, you and Karlach catch each other exchanging glances, your arm might just brush hers when standing close together. The tension grows stronger each hour that passes.

Once the sun begins to fall below the horizon, everyone in camp starts settling in for the night. As you walk yourself over to Karlach’s tent, she smiles upon seeing you.

“Hey soldier,” She greets, excited to have your company.

“Karlach, what do you say we spend the evening together, tonight?” You ask.

“Yes, yes!” She cheers, “I was hoping we could spend some time together.”

You take a step closer, mere inches away, “Shall we leave now?”

You reach you hand to hold hers, Karlach accepts the embrace and intertwines her fingers with yours.

“I think I can manage that.” She smiles.

Karlach starts walking and you move beside her, her hand still in yours. Astarion passes you on your way out of camp.

“Have fun,” He whispers wickedly, shooting you both a devilish grin.

After a short period of walking, you arrive at a clearing with a slow-moving river. The area is small and peaceful, and private. The soft grass grows along the bank, full of clover and tiny wildflowers. The moon is now out in full view, reflecting on the rippled water.

“Can I kiss you again?” Karlach asks, her hand still holding yours. You turn to face her, and gently place a hand on her cheek.

“I’d like nothing more.” She pulls you in and presses her lips upon yours, the kiss is strong and passionate. Karlach wraps her arms around your middle and pulls you closer, your free hand now clinging to her shoulder.

The minutes pass by, it feels like you haven’t taken a single breath, kissing Karlach felt more important. You try to break the kiss, but Karlach pulls you back in for just one more. She keeps you close and rests her forehead on yours.

You take Karlach’s hands and place them on your waist, you slowly lift off your shirt, so your top half is completely bare. Karlach drinks you in, mesmerized by your body. You reach around her back and gently lift her shirt.

“Is this okay?” You ask, Karlach responds with an excited hum.

You lift off her shirt and drop it beside you, taking a step closer so your bodies are pressed together. She is warm, and inviting, her lips find yours again for just a moment. Chest to chest never felt so good, the skin-on-skin contact lighting a fire within you.

Your hands find the top of her pants, and you run your fingers along her waistline. Karlach’s breath hitches as you painfully slowly pull the drawstring on her pants, softly pulling them down below her thighs until they drop to the ground.

As you remove your own as well, you then take Karlach’s hand and lead her into the cool river. Around waist deep, you stop and dip under the water, drenching your hair and returning to the surface. Karlach lowers herself until the water reaches her shoulders.

As you both wade closer to each other, you maneuver your legs so Karlach’s thighs sit firmly on top of yours, holding her in place around her hips.

She looks down at you and smiles, before leaning into another passionate kiss. How peaceful the moment is as you embrace each other, the river flows by and the moonlight illuminates the water.

“Let me take care of you, Karlach.” You propose, whispering gently in her ear.

“I’d really like that.” She whispers back.

With a single brush of your fingers across her hip and up her sternum, Karlach tilts her head back, the touch starvation agony running rampant through her veins at this point. She bites back her tongue from ushering you to speed things up, and lets you slowly roam her body.

You drag your hands from around her waist up until you gently cup her breasts. Her eyes are gently squeezed shut and stifling small moans, eager to escape her lips. With a singular flick of your thumbs across her nipples, she lets out an audible groan.

“You’re so beautiful, Karlach,” You whisper in her ear, before lowering your head to place her nipple on your tongue, your hand gently rolling the other one between your thumb and forefinger. Her moans become more audible, and a little less controlled, her body growing more eager each second that passes.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I am feeling a little…impatient.” Karlach says. And with that, you lead her out of the water, to the grassy bank.

“Lay down,” You propose, and as Karlach does so, you kneel at her feet.

You begin to plant small kisses on one ankle, and slowly, tantalisingly slowly, trail them up her leg, her breathing now small, sharp breaths, anticipation earnestly flooding her veins. As you reach the top of her inner thigh, you can see her slit already beautifully glistening with her wetness.

You look up at her, her eyes watching you closely, wishing to the gods this was finally the moment. You skip over her cunt entirely and begin kissing from below her navel to up between her breasts. Karlach groans with frustration at the lack of attention where she wants it most, she reaches down to touch herself, but you catch her hand before it makes contact.

“I promise I’ll make you feel good, baby, I want to take my time with you,” You tease, although you are sincere.

As much as Karlach yearns for more contact, she silently admits that your attention feels so good after so long with physical touch like this.

You remove yourself from above her and lay on your hip so you are by her side. Your hand hasn’t left her body, it remains softly resting on her chest.

“Are you sure you want this, love?” You ask her, although confident in her answer, still wanting her consent.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Karlach responds, “It’s about bloody time.”

She looks into your eyes, they are excited and hungry, she grins widely as your hand trails down between her breasts, past her stomach and below her navel. You use your hand to cup your fingers and firmly press it against her wet, aching cunt. The loud moan that escapes her lips is a beautiful one, one that you intend on hearing again and again. She shifts a bit under your touch, hips jolting to find more pressure.

You press your middle finger into her slit and drag it up over her clit. Karlach throws her head back, eyes closed, mouth agape, the sound she releases is pure sex.

“Finally,” Karlach thinks.

You continue to firmly swipe your finger up and down her slit, letting her get used to the feeling, basking in the initial pleasure. As you add another finger, she moans even louder, unable to stifle any noises that are drawn out. It makes you gush, as you hope you’re far enough away from the others at camp.

Her hands tightly grip the grass beside her, some of it ripping in her hands. She opens her eyes and looks into yours.

“More,” She pleads, and you oblige. Your two fingers circle her swollen clit, applying gentle pressure. Primal noises leave Karlach’s mouth as her tingling ecstasy grows deep in her abdomen. Her body becomes more rigid as her climax begins to swell, legs trembling and toes curling.

She lets out a scream of pleasure as the band snaps inside of her, your fingers still working circles around her clit as she rides the waves of her orgasm. After several moments of watching pure bliss write itself across her face, you remove your fingers from her and cup her cunt firmly like before.

Karlach’s eyes remain closed, as her breathing settles, relishing in the feeling of someone else’s physical touch. She rests her head and places a hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you,” She sighs.

“Don’t thank me, we’re not finished with you yet, my love,” You wink at her.

Her eyes pop with surprise, before she can say anything you remove your hand and place your two wet fingers on your tongue, encasing your lips around them. She watches, mesmerized, as you taste her, licking off every drop of her.

“Now that I’ve tasted you, I’ve decided I need more,” You coo, before leaning in to kiss her deeply. She can taste herself on your tongue, and this immediately sends arousal back through her body.

“And this time I won’t make you wait as long,” You break the kiss and move yourself onto your knees between her thighs, pushing them gently out wide. You trail your lips from her neck down to her stomach, kissing and suckling her skin. Karlach lifts her head to watch you move down her body, you lower herself between her thighs, she can already feel your breath on her cunt.

Without hesitation you lick a line up her slit, flattening your tongue to taste every inch of her. Her head falls back, and she tussles her hands in your hair as she lets out another groan.

“Is this okay, baby?” You tease her, Karlach doesn’t respond but pushes your head back between her thighs, prompting a hard “yes.”

You take your time, making sure to stretch every second of pleasure for her, drawing out delicious sounds from her lips. You kiss, suckle and lick your way to her second building orgasm, Karlach writhes under your touch. Her hands grab tighter at your hair as she tries to clench her knees together.

“Do you want more, baby?” Your tongue leaves Karlach for just a moment.

“Fuck, yes!” She practically pleads, her brain scrambling in the long overdue feelings of pleasure.

You gently bring your hand back to her cunt and insert a finger, drawing out a string of obscenities from Karlach, her hands lost in your hair as she writhes underneath you. After a few minutes, you gently add a second, the soft stretch heightening her building orgasm further. You lean back in and press your tongue to her clit, drawings circles in time to match the pumps of your hand.

Her legs begin to quiver, she tries to close her legs around your head, but you keep going at the same pace. Filthy, heavenly sounds escape from Karlach as she comes, clenching your fingers tight and feet digging into your back. After those several moments of pure pleasure, you can feel her body begin to relax. You gently remove your fingers and crawl up Karlach’s body until you meet her face. Her eyes are still closed, breathing uneven and sweat sitting on her brow.

You place a trail of small kisses on her neck, and she brings her hands to rest on your back. You don’t say anything, and let Karlach relish in the moment until she is ready to continue. All of a sudden she pushes you to the side and rolls you onto your back, Karlach hovers above you for a second before straddling your waist.

“Now that you’ve had me, its my turn to have you, all to myself.”

[frenziedfireworks]

hello!! you’ve easily become one of my favorite writers<3 i have a request and it’s fred x reader :)

basically, fred wants to confess to the reader who is also his best friend, but has been too nervous actually say anything. the yule ball was just announced recently and he thought this could’ve been the perfect opportunity. he had a whole plan going on how he was going to ask them, but reader ends up getting asked to the yule ball by somebody else in front of fred. maybe he could quickly shut it down with a “she’s going with me” which results in a lot of confusion and then the confession (when they are alone)

if this is too specific i’m sorry❤️😭

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary : Fred ignores the existence of the ball until it's too late and his dear Y/N gets asked.

A/N : Thank you so much!! I hope this is what you wanted. It was such a lovely idea and I was actually working on another story with the Yule Ball. Great timing!!

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Fred was your best friend. That was all. Or at least that is what you told yourself every night as you were plagued with romantic thoughts. It was torture really, and the upcoming ball did not help one bit.

“Y/N come join us.” Fred grinned and patted next to him. You rolled your eyes at his wild look and sat against the bench. You poured yourself water as Fred piled food onto your plate.

“You wouldn’t believe the night George and I had. Ridiculous really. Filch chased us halfway across the castle before giving up. Don’t know where the old coot gets the energy.” Fred nudged at George and they both nodded.

“Crazy. We plan to blow up his room as a little thanks in return.” George smirked and got back to his food. You only rolled your eyes at the comment.

A loud gasp was heard at the Gryffindor and you turned to the scene. One of your fellow classmates was getting asked to the ball. It was sweet and you couldn’t help but think about if Fred would ask you. It was a longshot with how popular he was but.. It couldn’t hurt to fantasize. 

“That’s cute.” You smile and Fred just groans.

“I swear there’s a couple getting together every five minutes.” You only snorted at Fred’s antics and got up.

“Well I think it’s nice. I’m off to class.” You said as you walked away. Part of you wanted to hint to Fred that you wished he would ask you but that was unheard of. You were best friends! You didn’t want to hold him back from finding a date.. Even if it hurt your heart to think about.

–

Later that day you sat outside as George and Fred played with fireworks. You had a lot of classwork to catch up on and the cool weather calmed your frantic mind.

“Y/N! Look at this!” Fred shouted as a firework zipped past your face. He moved it around in his hand before throwing it to George with a wink.

“Wow. So impressive Fred.” You rolled your eyes and went back to your book. It was always nice to hangout with the twins, even if you weren’t doing the same thing. Your fingers skimmed the reading material as a Dumstrang boy passed. You could feel his gaze and looked up. He gave you a small wave and wink before walking away. 

“What was that all about?” Fred questioned.

“Not a clue. I don’t know who that is.”

“Not a clue you say. Well obviously he knew you.” George wiggled his eyebrows and you scoffed.

“I’m sure he doesn’t. I’ve never seen that man in my life.”

Your mind raced with thoughts. Who was that guy? You had to assume he was messing with you or someone you had run across before. You could’ve sworn you had never talked to any of the Durmstrang boys though. A firework shot past your face and you jumped a bit.

“Fred!”

“Sorry darling.” 

–

It had been two days since the boy had flirted with you. Since then he had decided to up the ante, sending you sweets and notes. It had shocked you that some random boy would go to those lengths for you. It was kind, really, but it would never be Fred. Speaking of which, he was currently clinging to your side for dear life.

“I don’t get why that guy keeps coming up to you. Are you lying about knowing him?” Fred narrowed his eyes as Durmstrang boys passed. 

“Why would I lie?” You smacked the ginger lightly and rolled your eyes. “Come on. I want to go eat.” You tugged him along towards George. 

“Hey you two.” George started. Fred stayed silent as he sulked and you gave him a wave. 

“Y/N!” You almost jumped at the sudden voice and looked up to see your admirer.

“Oh.. Hello!” You mustered up and could feel Fred’s sharp glare from a mile away.

“Yes hello. I would like to ask.. Would you accompany me to the ball?” He smiled and your heart sank. You didn’t have a date but some deep part of you really wanted to go with Fred. Not that he had bothered to ask you.

“Oh.. That’s very kind-”

“That’s very kind but they’re coming with me. Sorry mate.” Fred piped up and your eyes went wide. You.. were going with him?

“Oh right.” The boy bowed and began to walk off. 

“Why would you say that Fred! Nobody has asked me to the ball. That could’ve been my chance.” You growled and he groaned.

“He’s not the type of guy you want to go out with Y/N. Trust me.” Your body filled with rage at this comment and you stood up.

“How would you know? You don’t know what’s good for me or not!” You stomped your way out of the great hall, tears threatening to spill.

–

It had been a day since Fred and you had the argument. You had been very distraught and confused but didn’t want to go running back to him. After all, he was the one in the wrong.

“Y/N!” You hear George from behind you and you turn.

“What George?” You exasperate. You were not in the mood for his teasing antics with everything going on.

“Fred wants to talk to you. He’s in the old classroom.” George told you and left no room for conversation, running away.

“Great.” You mumbled to yourself as you turned. You had an abandoned classroom to get to.

Your hand pulled at the door and you were met with Fred pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry dear. I really am.” He whispered against your ear. As you pulled away from the sudden embrace you noticed his red cheeks. You couldn’t help but think he was adorable when he was embarrassed which happened very rarely.

“Why Fred?” Your hand rubbed at his as you looked up.

“I.. I didn’t want you going with him. I want you to go with me. I know it was selfish and-”

“I want to go with you.” You interrupted and Fred’s mouth spread into a grin.

“You want to go with me?”

“Yes. That is what I just said.” You retorted and Fred launched himself into your arms.

“Oh Y/N.. I’m honored.” The boy gave you a smirk as his hand rubbed at your jaw. You could feel yourself grow nervous underneath his strong gaze. 

“Fred..”

“Yes love?” The ginger’s hand rubbed at your lips, his face leaning in close to yours. You didn’t need to say anymore, closing the gap between you two. The kiss was desperate and messy, your mouths learning which angles and sides to use. That all quickly changed as Fred’s hand roamed down your torso and gripped at your hip.

“I don’t think best friends do this darling..” He teased and you could only snort.

“Good thing you’re all mine then.”

“Am I?” He pressed and you smacked his chest. His laughter was contagious and both of you sat enjoying the moment.

“I always have been.” He whispered and your heart melted.

“And I’ve always been yours.” Fred placed a delicate kiss against your forehead and hummed.

“I know. Who wouldn’t want to be mine?”

“Fred.”

“Only joking love.”

[ultralightpoe]

Rule Number Two- Jake Seresin

Authors Note: Hey how you doing let me whisper in your ear

Warning: Smut, jackass ex

Word Count: 2443

PART ONE HERE 

Enjoy!

It has been a month since Jake Seresin ruined his own life. 

He didn’t crash his car, or one of the jets, nor did he lose his job. He didn’t dye his hair or ruin his favorite shirt. He managed to ruin his own life by walking out on the one he loved the most. 

It was kinda comedic if you think about it. The way he craved your every touch and craved to be near you just to get that stripped away because you offered him more and he was too much of a coward. God, he wished he could go back to that moment  and kiss you as hard as he could and never let you go. 

He often imagined what it would have been like if he had, how he would spend his days texting you and getting cute little selfies from you at work. Or he would actually spend the night at your place, watching the sun come up as you slept in, allowing him time to make you breakfast. He would make you breakfast every morning until he figured out what kind of breakfast person you were, he suspected french toast. 

“Hangman, on your 4!” Coyote calls, snapping him back attention until they both circle each other and speed off to catch Maverick. 

“Come on, Bagman,” Maverick teases, “Get your head out of the clouds and focus on me. I want an actual opponent.”

“Bagman is focused on what ring he wants to get the girl.” Coyote snips, laughing when Jake flips him off. 

—----------------------------

It was a bad habit, but after a stressful day Jake would walk to your apartment building, trying to get up the nerve to talk to you. 

He wasn’t stalking you, he had every intention of walking up to your door and telling you how much he misses you and how desperate he is to see you, but nearly every time he was three steps away he remembered how you couldn’t look at him as he dropped the napkin. He remembers the embarrassment as he left. 

Today, however, was going to be the day. He was gonna get his girl. 

He was still in uniform when he left base, driving the route he knew by heart, and nodding to everyone who thanked him as he passed them while walking the block to your place. He counted the steps, feeling his heart hammer in his chest as he fixed his hair, smiling at an older lady who thanked him for his service before he rounded the corner to see you. 

But he stops when he sees another man there. Skinny, shaggy hair, professor vibe. The guy looks anxious, clutching on to the bundle of white roses tightly as his foot taps harshly on the floor beneath him, his overly expensive shoes making a drum sound on the concrete. 

Jake is about to ask him who he was when you open the door, a look of shock written on your features as Jake hides behind the wall and listens. 

“Thomas….” You sound hesitant and since this is the first time Jake has heard your voice in weeks his chest aches just at the tone. “I didn’t know you were co-”

“I miss you Y/n. I miss you so fucking much.” Thomas interrupts, his voice cracking. “I swear I will never do it again.”

“Thomas I’m a little busy.”

“Five minutes. Y/n I’m begging you baby. Give me five fucking minutes.” Baby. The nickname itself made him want to puke. You weren't a baby or babe. You were sugar, or honey, or your personal favorite had always been Sweetheart but that always came out when you were in a very heated moment. Who the fuck was this guy?

“You can come in.” You sigh and Jake wants to scream, the sound of the door closes and before he can think of it he punches the bricks behind him. Pain travels up his hands and he grunts out, storming out of the building. 

—--------------

“Who has bricks INSIDE a building?!” Jake snaps, watching Bradley and Natasha laugh at him as embarrassment clings to his every being. 

“Who punches a brick wall?” Bradley counters, shaking his head. “What was going through your head?”

“Y/n, and how much he loves her.” Javy, Coyote, laughs while punching his shoulder. Jake just shrugged him off and kept walking to the club they were all heading to, not really waiting for them to catch up. 

“You said that I should tell her how I felt Rooster.” He defends. “And I was planning on doing just that, but then he was there.”

“Yeah yeah, then you punched the wall.” He laughs, pulling him into the club. “Just…. Don’t get shitfaced-”

“I won’t.”

—----------------

You were shitfaced, a feeling you enjoyed very much. 

It had been a very stressful day, between you trying not to pretend Jake Seresin was a thorn in your heart and mind and your ex Thomas showing up with the ugliest flowers you had ever seen and begging for your love back, well……you were just so tired. 

So you conceited when Amy invited you out, wearing one of her dresses and pretending that the heels weren’t actually killing you. The alcohol was making it a bit better, or maybe you just couldn’t tell anymore. 

“Hey!” Amy croons when she sees you, excitement lighting up her face. “I KNOW YOU!”

“Yeah! You brought me here!” You giggle, dancing beside her. “Where did the others go?”

“Bathroom…. Or the bar.” She laughs spinning you around, right into a random chest. Both of you gasp in shock as Amy moves on to dance with another guy, meanwhile you look up to see Thomas glaring down at you.

“Thomas?” You snap, moving to step back but he grabs your wrists tightly. 

“I have been looking everywhere for you.” He snaps and you look around to find Amy, only to see her a few steps off completely in her own world. If you called out she wouldn’t hear you above the music. 

“I already said everything I wanted to say-”

“You didn’t give me an actual chance to explain.” He snaps, and you look around for an escape. Then you see him, the man that has been haunting your every second for the last month. Standing by the bar, with one hand gripping a beer and the other spread out before him as he inspects it. 

“Okay. Okay.” You concede, nodding to Thomas. Everytime you made eye contact you were brought back to the moment you were left sobbing on the living room floor holding the cheek he had punched. But instead of sobbing this time you put on the best flirt face and smiled. “Buy me a drink?”

He smiles, excited that he was gonna get his way. “Lead the way.”

So you did. You slipped from his touch and walked to the bar, right where Jake was standing with a frown. He saw you a few steps away and his spine shot straight up, you saw him reach out a bruised hand for you. 

“Oh Jake!” You smile, right as Thomas storms up behind you. Jake's face falls for a moment and he looks like he wants to walk away but you reach for his chest lightly. “Jake! Jake, I am so excited. I really want to introduce you to-”

“Thomas.” He cuts you off, reaching past you to shake Jake's hand. You send Jake a pleading look while Thomas is behind you, and he seems to catch on, brows creasing together. 

“Lieutenant Jake Seresin, Top Gun Naval Aviator.” You would be lying if you said that you weren’t affected by that. Suddenly you wanted to jump on him here and now. 

“That’s….that’s cool I guess?” Thomas snickers, tapping your shoulder. “What do you want?”

“Surprise me.” You smile, watching him nod and turn to the bar as you snatch Jake’s elbow and  pull him a couple steps away. 

“Thomas?” He asks, one hand gripping your waist. You lean in to hear him over the music, blushing a bit when he bends down to hear you as well. 

“Thomas.” You nod, casting a look to where Thomas was arguing with the bartender. “Six year relationship Thomas.”

“Wasted time.” He smiles, remembering your words from the last night he saw you. “Still wasting your time?”

“Indeed-” You answer right before a bright colored drink is put right under your nose. 

Jake’s jaw tenses as he steps back but keeps his hand on your waist. “Do you mind? I was trying to talk to her.”

Thomas narrows his eyes and stands straighter. “Funny, so was I.” 

Jake glares as Thomas puts a hand over your shoulder, and moves to flick it off. “Hands off my girl.”

“Get your hands off MY girl.” Thomas snaps, slapping Jake's hand off your waist. You panic for a moment and step into Jake, who immediately wraps an arm around you. 

“Y/n? Sugar?” He asks, looking down at you as you wrap an arm around his stomach and smile. “Think it’s time to get home?”

“I think so.” You smile, moving to walk before Thomas steps in front of you. You barely had time to blink before Jake had his fist smashing into his face, pulling the attention of many people in the bar. “Okay, it’s definitely time to go.”

—---------------------

You pull him out of club, and Jake can’t seem to process how fucking lucky he was. Not only was he standing with you, an arm wrapped around you, he had also gotten to punch that waste of space with the unkept beard. 

“How did you get here?” He asks, watching you cringe the second your feet his the concrete sidewalk. He, without even thinking, reaches down to grab your ankle and undo the heel.

“Amy- I can’t walk barefoot.” You mumble, trying to keep the shoe on but he doesn't concede and snatches it off. 

“Come on, I got ya Sugar.” He smiles, standing up and tossing you over his shoulder. His chest tightens as you laugh, gripping the back of his shirt while he reaches into his pocket for his car keys. “You gonna tell me about Thomas?”

“You gonna run out the door again?” You snap and then a second later you laugh and something tightens in his chest again. 

“Alright, watch your head.” He mumbles, setting you in his car as you keep giggling. “You laughin’ at me?”

He’s just teasing, to be honest he would rather you laugh at him then hate him, would rather you laugh at him for the rest of his life then not see you.

“No, I am laughing at myself.” You answer, leaning forward to touch his eyebrow while he buckles you in. “Cause I should have just kept my mouth shut.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. I should have been braver.” He sighs, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “Lean back, close your eyes.”

—-------------

You wake up to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen, your head pounding as you struggle to sit up. You had been changed out of the uncomfortable dress into a baggy set of pajamas and tucked into your blankets tightly.  “How the hell did I-”

Then you remember Jake tucking you in, shaking his head as you kissed his face repeatedly and trying to get you to go to bed. ‘Goodnight, I love you’

You had to have imagined that part, but as you climbed out of the bed and padded along the floor while rubbing your eyes, stopping dead in your tracks as you see Jake shuffling around in your kitchen still in last night's clothes. 

“You’re still here?” You are stunned, mouth agape as you stare at him. 

“Yeah… And I’m hoping you like french toast.” He blushes, casting a look to where you were sitting on the couch now. 

“I do.” You smile, curling up. He stares for a moment before taking a second and walking over to sit in front of you. 

“I…. well… uhm good morning.” He mumbles, trying to fix his hair nervously. “I wanted to start by saying I’m a coward.”

You wait, crossing your legs as you stare at him. “Do you remember what you said to me the first night we met?”

“No?” 

“You’re hot, and I’m Y/n….lets make babies.” You had laughed, leaning in closer. “But I’m not looking for a long time thing, just a short fling.”

“I said that?” You laughed. “A little blunt.”

“You said that you had just gotten out of a relationship and you didn’t want to waste anymore time.” He explains, bumping your knee. “And for the first time in my entire history I couldn’t breathe and couldn’t let you leave. So I played it up, I wrote this stupid rule. I was making it seem like I wasn’t desperate to be near you.”

You couldn’t breathe, desperate to touch him. 

“For weeks I was trying to play it cool and then suddenly you were telling everything I wanted to hear. And I panicked. Running like an absolute coward.”

“You did run out of here kinda fast.” You mumble, watching as he leans closer. 

“I propose a new rule.” He whispers and you watch as he pulls out a napkin, handing it to you. 

‘RULE NUMBER TWO; Make breakfast together every morning.”

“What does this mean?” You ask, clutching it. 

“It means I want to spend every morning with you.” He smiles, “making silly rules and loving you.”

“I think I can allow that.”

—-------------------------

Desperate moans filled the house as Jake laughed from his spot above you, sweating and smug.  Your husband loved torturing you on the mornings he had off, over and over.

“You’re….. Not being fair-” You mewl, pulling him closer as he nips at your jaw. 

“Nuh uh.” He laughs, thrusting forward again, trying to get deeper. “This is completely fair. You broke rule number six.”

Rule number six (written on a sticky note stolen from the doctors office during his monthly check up for top gun) ; never go to bed angry at the other. 

“You… It was your fault!”

“How so?” He cackles, biting down on your lip. 

“Rule number fifteen, never get hurt at work.”

“I never agreed to that rule-”

“You make me follow it!”

“You are my wife. Of course I make you follow it. Now…..” He has a smug look in his eye that makes you nervous. “Apologize for going to bed mad at me and I’ll give you everything you want.”

“You’ll finish me?”

“Promise.”

“French toast?”

“Swear it.” He knew you liked french toast.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

blurb 2 of blurb night!!!

Pretzels

Kendall Roy x Reader

prompt: “Something domestic? Having kids? Idk?”

all you had to say was kids and I wrote way too much. thank you for requesting, finally feeding the kendall girlies <3 love u enjoy x

Word Count: 1.146k

“When do you land?”

“Yeah, Daddy, you have to tell us so that we can come get you from the airport!” your daughter exclaims, giddy at the thought of her father finally returning home.

Kendall had left a few weeks ago for Europe to handle some things for his father and Waystar. It’s his first time away from your four year old, your only child, for longer than a day. You know it’s difficult for him, and even more so for your girl. You and her are the center of his universe- if something is wrong with one of you, no matter how minuscule, his entire life would be thrown off kilter. Just knowing she misses him, that you miss him, gives him the strength to get through his days without you both.

“I think I’ll land at nine. That’s past your bedtime, sweetie, you sure you’ll be awake?” His voice is soft, affectionate. You smile down at your phone as if he can see you, and your daughter giggles.

“Yes, I’ll be awake! I pinky swear!”

You stroke her hair as she speaks excitedly to your husband. She’s sat in your lap, leaning back into you, into your warm embrace. She clutches your phone in your hands.

“Do you think you can hand the phone to Mommy? I want to talk to her.”

“Bye, Daddy! I love you!”

“I love you more, sweet girl.”

She hands the phone back to you, satisfied with the conversation. “Hi, Ken,” you murmur happily after taking the call off of speaker.

“Hey, babe. I miss you,” he admits softly. “It’s hard when you’re not with me.”

“You poor thing,” you say teasingly. “I miss you, too. We both do.”

Your daughter is curled up against you, face buried in your chest as you continue to stroke her hair. You’re positive she’s about to fall asleep, which is all the better. It’s a long way to the airport. You’ll strap her into her car seat and she’ll sleep through the ride, surely waking up on time to see her dad. Even if she doesn’t, it’s fine. Kendall will kiss all over her face and tuck her in back at home.

“I’ll call again when we’re let into the airport, okay? I love you very much.”

You’re still smiling at nothing. “I love you, too. Very much,” you parrot back. When he hangs up, you’re daughter is sound asleep, clinging to you. You press a kiss to her forehead. “Sweet girl,” you murmur to her sleeping form.

You hoist her up in your arms, keeping her pressed to you as you get to your feet. Subconsciously, her arms tighten around you, her head burying deeper into your neck.

She whimpers a bit in her sleep when you set her down in her car seat. She doesn’t want to sperate from you. You dot kisses on both of her cheeks, and she relaxes, cute face smoothing out.

You begin the arduous drive, eyes flickering up to the rear view mirror to check on your daughter. Kendall texts you when you’re twenty minutes away- the plane’s landed, he’s probably going to be another hour.

You park in the cell phone lot and wait for him to call. The forty minutes pass excruciatingly slowly, but they pass.

“Ken,” you say softly in greeting.

“Just got off the plane.” At that, you unbuckle your seatbelt and round the car to retrieve your daughter. He tells you the terminal number where he’ll come out, and then has to hang up.

As gently as possible, you nudge her awake. She whines at your touch, wanting to stay asleep. “Come on, lovey. We’re going to go to Daddy.”

At that, she’s up. You walk hand in hand through the airport, your steps slowing to match her little ones. She tries rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes, but you know the second Kendall picks her up, she’ll knock out on his shoulder.

When you spot him, it’s like the weight of the world is lifted off of your shoulders. You nudge your daughter then point. “Look, baby, who’s that?”

She barely registers in her sleepy stupor. “Daddy!” she exclaims, letting go of your hand and running towards him, arms extended. You follow, albeit slowly, and let them have their moment. Kendall kneels, allowing your daughter to throw herself into his arms. He lifts her up along with him as he gets back to his feet, his tie now askew. He whispers something to her, to which he gets a giggle. He sets her back down, now reaching for you. You can’t stop the massive smile from forming on your face.

Neither of you say anything, his hand coming to cup the back of your head. You kiss, long and deep, your hands settling on his stomach. He kisses your cheek, your forehead, your brow, your hair, pulling you tightly to him. He keeps his nose buried in your hair for a moment, taking a deep breath.

You straighten his tie, hands smoothing over his chest. You peck him on the lips.

“Welcome back,” you tell him. His hand moves from the back of your head down to the small of your back, opening his other arm for your daughter. She presses her head to his thigh, and his fingers smooth through her hair.

He keeps a hand on you as he digs around in his satchel. He just needs to be touching you. He can’t bear not having your skin on his any longer. “I have something very special for you,” he says to your daughter, who immediately perks up. “Open your hands, baby.”

She does. One by one, he drops bag after bag of packaged airline pretzels into her hands. Her jaw drops in childish glee at her new treasure. It isn’t much, but pretzels are her favorite at the moment. It makes you so fucking happy he’s a wonderful father. You couldn’t have chosen a better person.

She clutches the bags to her chest, ecstatic grin on her face. “You’re the best daddy ever!”

He leans down to press a smattering of kisses to her forehead. “Anything for my little girl. Besides, I have better things for you at home,” he says mysteriously, giving her cheek a pinch. Your daughter practically skips back to the car, you and Kendall following hand in hand, his suitcase dragging behind him.

Back at home, you and Kendall sit curled together on the couch. His blazer is draped over your laps in a weak attempt at warming you. His fingers play with the hair at the nape of your neck, your head tucked under his. Your daughter, with a renewed energy, sits on the floor in front of you playing with her Barbies.

There’s a pile of airplane pretzels in the corner of the room, a not-so-secret stash for later.

[znitsamluv]

Hii can you do this? Toman with a founding member that's secretly dating someone from a rival gang? They're really good at keeping the secret but got caught when the reader was sneaking out of their house to go on a date

Caught ya !

Warnings: Swear words , and tiny bit angst but don't worry happy ending!

Note : I was really happy to receive my first request so thank you anon for making my day ! Also I didn't know if you wanted it as an imagine or a reaction of each individual but I just went with what I thought, if you want a redo I will gladly do it .

" Toman Wins ! " Screams and shouts of celebration fills the place as that sentence sealed the final fight between toman and another gang that was causing problems to Toman .

" Damn they got you good didn't they ?" Takemichi flinched at your sudden appearance beside him , his cheeks reddened from embarrassment he looked beat up badly with a busted lip and a black eyes while on the other hand all you had was some scratches here and there .

" Don't be embarrassed you did good " Takemichi smiled at your warm words while looking at you, you had a warm comforting smile and he couldn't help but frown at the possibility of you dying in the future he just came from .

" Y/NNNN " just like how you startled Takemichi Mikey startled you by appearing out of nowhere and immediately clinging to you .

" Did you see me smash that punks head ?! " You two exchanged words with a flowery aura surrounding you two while Takemichi sweat dropped about how scary your topic of conversation is ' weirdos ' .

" Now now since we don't have anyone coming at us now we should celebrate! "

" Definitely! "

" WE SHOULD LET LOOSE "

" PARTYYYYY "

the founding members dismissed the rest of the gang and headed to their motorcycles to head to their favorite ramen place. But stopped upon hearing your statement.

" you guys have fun I have a lot of studying to get done "

" lame " Baji said while staring at you judgmentally

" some of us want to pass Baji I don't like my class as much as you do "

" DID YOU JUST INDIRECTLY INSULT ME ?!! " Chifuyu held Baji from bouncing at you, staying with them since childhood makes them forget you are a women sometimes so they have to be held back , " Glad you got the hint "

" YOU- " Baji got cut by Mitsuya giving him a smack on the head .

" enough fighting, you do you y/n you can join us if you finish early" Mitsuya's gentle acts never fails to make you love him more .

" Thanks , have fun guys "

Once you vanished from their sight all of them exchanged looks between each other , " something Is up " Mikey started " Yup " " Definitely" " I bet on my manga " and the rest finished.

Takemichi looked at them with his mouth hang open , you seemed completely normal you just wanted to study, ' these guys have no common sense '

" You will swallow flies if you keep your mouth open Takemichi" Takemichi immediately closed his mouth once he heard Draken . They started walking opposite direction of their usual party place .

" where are we going? "

" y/n's place " all of them answered in one breath

" we can't do that you have to respect her decisions " heads turned to Takemichi staring at him scarily while Mikey too a step forward to him

" you have got a problem?"

" no "

" good "

' I can't help but feel something bad is going to happen ' .

" yes Hun I got everything done, see you there in a minute k ? " Never in a million years you could have imagined yourself talking softly on the phone with a lovely aura around you talking to a boy .... Who is in a rival gang .

Your love story started a bit weirdly, one night you had a fight with a gang and of course won and in the morning you went to school, from all of the founding members you were the most serious about school, even isolating yourself from them in finals week to focus, no matter how much you love them you want to secure a good future with a good job . And to your surprise the moment you stepped foot into the exams hall your eyes met with someone 'familiar' it was a gang member of the gang you absolutely destroyed last night .

" what are you doing here ? "

" NO ,what are you doing here ? " You both glared at each other before he broke into a smile .

" chill I'm joking I am here to take an exam "

HUH ?

to say you are embarrassed to admit that you fell immediately once you found a boy doing the bare minimum of studying ( blame that on your friends they don't hold a book unless it's a manga )

You both from that day started studying together from time to time not noticing how the study sessions went from reading books in silence to throwing pillows at each other and watching sickly romantic movies while giggles filled the air.

You were the happiest you could have ever been , but a small part of you was disappointed in you and anxious about how to tell your friends that you have a boyfriend..... From a rival gang .

But every time you think about it you brush it aside telling yourself to save that talk for another time , not knowing that this day is unfortunately today.

You got ready and smiled at the mirror when you heard the door rang , running to the door to open it expecting to see your lovely lover at the door , you were disappointed and horrified to be met with your friends standing at the door smirking at you, they still look blooded from the last fight as if they didn't go home .

' fuck '

" what are you so dressed up for ? " Draken was the first to ask eyeing you up and down judging your choice of clothes.

" Didn't know you get ready every time you have to study " Mikey was the next to question the weird combination of excuses.

" you were definitely lying right? " Baji glared at you

" Come on guys she probably finished studying and decided to come party with us " Mitsuya tried to save the day but luck wasn't on your side when you heard the sound of a very familiar Motor come to stop in front of your house.

To say you were horrified was an understatement, you weren't ready to tell them anything and before you could say anything they all turned to the owner of the Motorcycle.

" The fuck are you doing here ? " Draken glared at the boy who seemed pretty dressed up, and Baji didn't have to even ask he started tying his hair to fight.

" WAIT ! " all eyes turned to you

" I can explain! "

" explain what? " Mikey's voice was low and dangerous, his eyes seemed lifeless for a second,And you felt a shiver run down your spine as the worst scenarios ran into your head .

" He is my boyfriend , I promise- " you immediately shut up once you saw the murderous look on Mikey's face

" Boyfriend? " Silence filled the air not even Baji dared to talk

" Since when did you become a fucking traitor...?"

Your breath hitched and your heart started hammering in your chest

" what do you mean- "

" so that is what you have been doing everytime you have to study ? Go around fucking our rivals? Maybe even giving them information about us "

He was about to continue again when Draken and Mitsuya put their hands on each shoulder of Mikey's to stop him , they were shocked but they knew you were not a traitor and Mikey was definitely talking it far .

" Excuse me my girlfriend is not a bitch you have misunderstood the situation"

Baji was about to punch your boyfriend's face but you stopped his fist mid way .

" I don't tolerate this type of disrespect towards me or my boyfriend especially when you are the ones who didn't respect my wishes to be alone today, And I won't tolerate being called a bitch or a traitor "

Takemichi was sweating bullets as you walked closer to Mikey while you both glared at each other.

" Speaking to me is a privilege Mikey and you just lost that privilege, if you think of me as a traitor then as well lets make it even fire me from toman "

" Y/n-" Mitsuya was silenced when he felt pah's hand on his shoulder, he better not interfere right now .

" Fine " was all Mikey said before walking away leaving all of you frozen in place, were you not important enough to be let go like this?

" Wait guys why don't we- "

" No Takemichi I don't want to talk to them or have anything to do with them again" .

Pulling your boyfriend inside the house and slamming the door , that was the last time they saw you for three weeks .

You poured your heart and soul into studying and took that as an opportunity to cut your ties with gang life , but deep down and everyday when you are alone you would stare out of the window wondering what made you say that , beating yourself up for not telling them earlier and even started believing Mikey's words as a traitor.

Your boyfriend couldn't take it anymore seeing you like this he had to fix things up , even if he wasn't the problem but he felt like that .

" The fuck are you doing here on our property?! "

Baji immediately landed a hit on your boyfriend's face once he appeared in sight , where the founding members were meeting.

" I'm not here to fight "

" Then why are you here then ? " Draken glared at him while Mikey remained silent , he has been like that since you two fought , guilt was eating him up for talking to you like this and taking a decision in a heated moment but he was more prideful to admit it .

" I am here to say that whatever happened that day was a big understatement, me and y/n met in school and sat aside our gang lives , we never talked about it and yes every time she said she was studying we were together studying "

He started explaining everything from A to Z and how you were the most loyal person he has ever seen , and even went far as to make a request.

" I love y/n so much but I also can't stand her being sad "

" so you will break up with her ? " Mikey asked while standing up whatever his answer his Mikey will beat him up .

" No , but I will join you" everyone froze in their spots , what ?

" I don't think you would mind if she was dating someone from your same gang so I'm asking to join your gang , this way we have both sides equal"

He ended up with a cherry on top as he bowed showing how desperate he is , the silence surrounding him made him nervous as he thought he was going to get beat up really bad but stopped when he felt someone patting his back.

" Seems like y/n chose a good one huh ?" Standing up from his bowing position, he sees Mitsuya and Draken smiling softly while Baji was smirking and Mikey staring silently but this time he seemed calm and less dangerous.

" Ok "

Mikey walked near your boyfriend and held him suddenly from his collar

" but if I find out you are playing around or if you hurt y/n , you will be six feet underground"

Everyone shivered at Mikey's tone but relaxed when he broke into a soft smile .

" I guess I can't be mad anymore that guy is tough , welcome to toman "

Your boyfriend smiled to himself as he imagined your warm smile after you find out

" yuck look how deep in love he is "

Mitsuya smacked Baji again for his unnecessary comment as if he doesn't do the same when he sees women in the beach .

You were worried and nervous when you received a message from your boyfriend to meet him somewhere, you imagined the worst and thought that you were boring the last few weeks and that he is going to break up with you.

You snapped out of your worried state when your sight landed on your boyfriend... Wearing Toman's uniform.

" what the fu- "

" I look forward to working under your division

Y/n! "

He was bowing but you can sense his smile while talking, you didn't have time to take what is happening before you felt hands on your shoulder

" let me tell you y/n that boy is a real gentleman"

" DRAKEN ?! "

" Hey what about me ? "

Your eyes shifted to Baji who was standing on the side smirking at you , soon you saw everyone standing beside each other smiling minus one , Mikey had his gaze fixed on the ground ashamed , he flinched slightly when he felt your hands ruffling his hair

" what happened happened, let's forget it "

For the first time you saw small tears gather in Mikey's eyes before he looked away to wipe them .

" you deserve an apology, we are sorry" Mikey , Draken , Mitsuya, pah and Baji bowed at the same time , making you smile warmly, you averted your eyes to your boyfriend who was watching the scene unfold proudly.

" Thank you" you softly said

" don't thank me I only did what is supposed to be done , I can't let our relationship ruin your friendships with them , in the end they were the ones who made me meet you, I wouldn't have met you without getting my ass kicked in that one fight" you clinged to him giving him a kiss on the cheek before you Heard gagging sounds from behind you .

" GET A ROOM "

" SHUT UP "

Bonus

Standing with the whole of toman facing the rival gang you are about to fight you looked back at your boyfriend who stood beside you .

" The one who beats up more pays for our next date "

Your boyfriend smirked at you before shaking your hand

" Bet "

[streamingcolors-gvf]

Skin Deep - Part Three

Moodboard created by @jakekiszkasleftnutsack

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 10.2k

A/N: Sorry this took longer than expected! I’m really enjoying this series so far and hope y’all like this update. I’m excited to hear feedback as always. All the support and love is appreciated ❤️

Thank you Ness and Hannah for helping out with ideas on this chapter 🖤

Warnings: swearing, tobacco use, brief mentions of marijuana, sexually explicit content - MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, some dom!Jake, overstimulation and edging, dirty talk, praise kink, subby!Josh, choking if you squint really hard, spit kink, shit i should be locked up for, let me know if I missed anything!)

Masterpost, Part 2

Jake’s tongue roams across the water dripping down your neck, licking its way over your collarbones and between your breasts, giving them both a squeeze in his hands. He sinks to his knees in front of you, resembling the way he did last night when he applied the stencil. 

“May I?” He asks, pointing to your tattoo that’s still covered by the bandage. You nod, granting him permission to take care of you. 

With careful fingers, he starts to peel away the cling-wrap-like bandage from your leg. The clear film being pulled stings a little, but thankfully the warm water massages the pain and rinses away the ink from your leg. He takes a different soap than the one Josh used before off the shower ledge and starts to slowly massage it into a rich lather across your skin. He’s gentle in his movements, making sure not to press too hard on the sensitive area. 

If it weren’t for the two of you being naked in the shower together, you could almost consider the gesture to be professional, one that he takes great pride in. Then you spot the crooked grin hooking at the corner of his lip when his fingers start to slip between your thighs, veering higher and higher with each pass. 

You’re still a bit overstimulated from Josh using his fingers only minutes ago, so each teasing massage of Jake’s makes you jolt the closer he gets. A final stroke of his hand between your legs, one where his fingers graze against you, causes you to suck in a sharp breath.

You squirm away, huffing at his attempt to fluster you, “Hey!”

He looks up at you but doesn’t say anything at first. He leans forward instead, placing a kiss on the soft mound above your core. You reach out to grab his wet hair, groaning at the feeling of his teeth nipping across your belly as he stands to his feet. He chuckles when he hears the sound. “Am I doing something wrong?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “I’m not going to be able to walk after I leave here.”

He smiles, grabbing a bottle of conditioner and squirting some into the palm of his hand. Amused with your answer, he hums to himself as he rubs the product between his hands. You expect him to coat his hair, but he reaches around your shoulders to run his slicked fingers through yours.“Isn’t that the point?”

You roll your eyes, but can’t help yourself from leaning back into his hands as he works the conditioner into your hair. Once he’s satisfied, he does the same to his hair, finger-combing through the tangled ends. The next few minutes are the most relaxing out of the morning so far, being mostly calm and quiet as you both rinse your hair in silence while exchanging a few gentle kisses and touches. 

Just before the water starts to get cold, Jake turns it off and quickly offers you a plush bath towel. He wraps another one around his waist and pads out of the bathroom before you can even step out of the shower.

He returns a minute later with clothes in hand and directs in a soft, yet authoritative voice. “Come here.”

Walking out of the bathroom, you follow him into his bedroom, refreshing your foggy memory of the interior. The walls are painted a rich, crimson color that encapsulates you in the gothic essence of his room. Sheer black curtains shield out most of the sunlight, casting the space in a hazy glow that allows your eyes to catch the tiny dust motes dancing through the air. The antique furniture is wooden and ornate, matching the Victorian-style vintage lamps on his nightstands. A massive four-post bed steals most of the attention in the room with its dark wood details and silken eggplant-colored sheets draped across the mattress. You stand in awe of its brooding romanticism, concluding that there wouldn’t be a more perfect place for Jake to reside in. 

“Sit for me.”

You don’t question the order, and try to dry off as much as you can before sitting on the edge of the mattress. He acts as though he has no audience, tugging off the towel that’s been wrapped around his waist and drying off his hair before hanging it over his door. Now completely naked, he struts over to his dresser and plucks a tube of Aquaphor from the basket sitting on the wooden surface. 

Even though you’ve seen him nude, and touched him, for nearly an hour at this point, having him act so comfortable around you like this makes you bashful in an embarrassingly giddy kind of way. With Josh, it just seemed so in character for him to stroll around naked without a care in the world, but with Jake, it feels more like a brazen act of confidence. Droplets of water fall from his hair and drip over his bare body, glistening in the little daylight that’s filtering into the room. Now that his back is turned to you for a few seconds, you’re able to peek at the large tattoo covering most of it. Even though you’re seeing it at a distance, you can still make out the details of a cloaked skeleton figure holding a lantern.

He moves through the room with a certain grace and you’re sure it’s painfully obvious to him that you’re staring, so you avert your eyes to your hands that are picking at the black fibers of the towel. He makes his way over to you to step between your legs, waiting patiently for your attention to fall back on him. “Are you getting shy on me, dove?”

You mumble through a poorly-concealed smile, “No.”

His fingers dance across the edge of the terrycloth, brushing against the supple skin of your thigh. Your eyes flit up to him to see a laugh fluttering from his lips as he smiles back at you, “You sure?”

You feel like now is as good of a time as any to ask, “So…what’s going on here?”

He huffs a short laugh, slipping his hand beneath the towel. “What do you mean?”

You squirm from the cool touch of his fingers sliding across your thigh toward your hip. Suddenly you feel nervous to clarify your question, but you push through the squeakiness of your voice  from the tightening of your throat. “Like with you and Josh...with me?”

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, a devilish smirk appears before your eyes. He leans forward with a knee dipping into the bed, guiding you back on the mattress to where you’re balancing most of your weight on your elbows. His hand goes to work rubbing over the flesh of your hip while his parted lips brush the shell of your ear. “Ya’know, we were always told to share our toys when we were younger.” You shiver from the rasp of his voice tickling your brain as it blankets your damp skin. He pauses to let the thought sink in, nipping at your earlobe before releasing the intoxicating warmth of his panting breath over your neck. “I just think the toys have changed.”

You swallow through the dryness on your tongue, letting a curse slip out under your breath. The surge of endorphins is still buzzing throughout your body from your last orgasm, but you give into the touch, abandoning any sense of control or dignity you might’ve had left. You’re a ball of putty in his hands, melting into the plush throw that’s laid across the bed beneath you. 

You slip your hand between your bodies, reaching between his legs until he stops you with a gentle hand wrapped around your wrist and brings your fingers to the nape of his neck. Keeping his voice light and affectionate, he murmurs into your cheek, “Don’t you worry about me. I’m taking care of you this time.”

The other hand that’s been gripping onto your hip snakes up your belly, breaking the hold of the towel so it falls to your sides, leaving you completely exposed to him. He smiles at the sight, biting at his lip as he takes you in for as long as he needs to. Just before you’re given the chance to complain, he dips his head down, causing a pitched cry to break from you when the wet ends of his hair tickle across your bare chest. He bites at the soft contour of your breast, leaving a sting with it just as his fingers run over your hardening nipple. 

He lets out a pleased sigh, pressing his hardening cock against you as if lost in the moment, “I could spend all fucking day with you.”

Any response is stolen from you the second his warm tongue touches your skin, creating a path down the centerline of your body. Before your brain has the chance to catch up and process what’s happening, he’s slotted his head between your legs and hooked your left knee over his shoulder. 

He kisses your inner thigh that’s resting by his cheek as he adjusts himself into a better position, nipping at the sensitive skin before soothing it with a teasing tongue. He looks at you in the dim lighting through heavy lids, admiring your beauty with barely-there brushes of his thumb over your bundle of nerves. You jolt up into the bed from the contact, but he keeps you planted where he wants you with his arm hooked around your belly. 

Letting a hint of jealousy slip through the sultry tone of his voice, he asks, “He left you a bit sensitive, didn’t he?”

You hum your answer with a listless nod, trusting him enough for him to open your legs for a second time. You watch through blurred focus as he licks his thumb, wetting it with his saliva before bringing it back to your swollen clit again. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You whine his name, bucking your hips at the feeling of his finger rubbing over you. He stops the movement knowing you’re creeping near the edge of overstimulation. “Would it be better if I use my mouth instead?”

“Please,” you whimper the hushed plea as you throw your head back into the blankets. 

The next thing you feel is the warmth of his breath clinging to you with every exhale. “I didn’t hear you, dove.”

It’s too much, yet not nearly enough, and it feels as though you might explode with anticipation. You’re not looking at him, but you know he’s enjoying how much he’s taunting you with the promise of it — the tiny puffs of air from his laughter, the feather-light touch of his wet lips slipping over you, the way his fingers press into the soft flesh. When you do open your eyes, you’re surprised to see your reflection staring back at you in the mirror fixed to the ceiling above the bed. 

The new angle gives you a view of his profile, allowing you to see his long hair swept across his shoulders, and how it covers some of the tattoos inked into the skin on his upper back. You’re focusing on how he looks tucked between your legs —  how his hands hold onto your naked body. After a minute of silence, he notices you staring at the image of him, and turns his head up to meet your gaze in the mirror, “Pretty neat, huh?”

You push out a breathless laugh and Jake finally dips his tongue into you, licking a languid stripe from your entrance and over your spoiled clit. A moan passes over your lips just as your eyes clamp shut, the sensation of his mouth feeling like you’ve stepped into the still water of a hot spring. It doesn’t take long for him to decide he’s done easing you into this now that he’s tasted you like this for the first time, and he abandons the teasing altogether. The dull edge of his fingernails digs into your leg, adding to the canvas of pink and purple bruises as he breathes you in through every roll of his tongue. 

While he sucks on your clit with merciless precision, his fingertips circle the entrance of your pussy. Despite the fact you’re plenty wet and ready enough for them, you can feel the warm drip of his spit running slowly down your core. Slick from the both of you, he slips a finger inside, feeling your walls tighten around him, which causes a low groan to rumble deep within his chest. 

Through your song of moans, you can hear the slight creaking sound of the wooden bedframe as he grinds himself against the mattress. You pry open your lids to see him roll his hips into the bed as he eats into you, but only for a second when another finger pushes into you with ease, stretching you out just as Josh had done earlier. Your hands fly to his still-damp hair, weaving through the wet, tangled tresses in desperation. 

He begins to curl his longest fingers against your hidden spot with the rapid flicks of a pointed tongue in changing patterns over your clit. Your unrestricted screams fill the room as you writhe further up his bed, pulling at his hair in the process from the overwhelming wall of pleasure overloading your senses. You’re being pushed past your limits, and although you trust that he would stop the second you utter the word, you don’t want him to.

He reacts to the pain with a sharp hiss through gritted teeth, growling deep into you, “Harder!”

Another expertly placed sweep of his fingers and roll of his tongue is all you need to obey the command, making you yank his hair from his scalp in tight fists. With an unexpected strength, he lifts your hips from the mattress and drives his face into you, securing your shaking body to the bed under his weight. 

An embarrassingly loud groan rips from your chest, “Jake! Oh, fuck!”

“Give it to me.” The rough demand vibrates across the delicate skin in an intoxicating wave of heat, adding to the building orgasm. The wet, lewd sounds of his tongue lapping over you while his fingers work inside you thicken the air hanging in his bedroom. 

He’s determined to make you come in his mouth, fighting through the thrashing of your fatigued limbs. You’re unprepared for the orgasm he throws you into because it comes crashing down upon you with unbridled force, making you scream his name and tighten around his curling fingers. The next thing you feel is his sensual laugh thrumming across your overstimulated cunt, causing your legs to violently shake around his face. 

He gives you both the time needed to calm your breathing and return to a normal state, placing delicate kisses on your body and massaging the flesh of your hips until he offers the pile of clothes he’s collected for you before he starts to get dressed. You take them as you slide off the bed, slipping into the comfortable pair of gray sweatpants and the faded t-shirt as he jokes that he’s stolen them from Josh’s dresser. 

You’re tamping the espresso grounds into the stainless steel portafilter, preparing it for the next order of lattes waiting. The bustling sounds of the tiny coffee shop soothe your senses as you work your morning shift. The hushed chatter of customers, the indie music playing softly over the speakers, the bubbling of steam in the milk-filled metal cups, and even the harsh grinding of imported coffee beans have become a staple of your day-to-day existence. 

It’s been a little over a week since you left Jake and Josh’s house. After dropping you off at your car with a simple goodbye and a chaste kiss on your cheek, Jake had left things more than open-ended and unsurprisingly, on your terms. You processed the experience over a few hours, recovering alone in the comfort of your bed. The conclusion you had pulled together through the scrambling thoughts of your mind was that it was a one-time thing with no strings attached. The night would simply live in your mind as a wild experience that you could share with your friends over a few too many drinks.

It had to be. How would you go about seeing both men? It was a fluke — just the stars of this very strange universe aligning for something like that to happen to you. With Jake’s indifference, you half-expected Josh to forget about you within hours of leaving the house that morning. 

So it was a surprise when you saw a text message from him later that evening…

Hey, it's Josh. I hope you don’t mind that I got your number from work like a fucking creeper since I never asked you for it. I’m really sorry for dipping out on you this morning like that. I feel shitty for doing that and I want to make it up to you ;)

You had read the message over and over again, grinning to yourself like an idiot staring at the phone screen. You’re not sure why you ultimately chose to ignore it, thinking that maybe the lack of response on your end was a selfish act of self-preservation. Josh is the type of guy you saw yourself falling for, but also one that could hurt you deeply if things were vastly different than you hoped for. Soon enough, the message eventually became buried in a few days while you worked to push the thoughts about him aside. 

Just as you’re brushing the loose grounds off the rim, your coworker startles you with their presence, making you jump from their sudden proximity. 

She leans in to whisper, albeit rather loudly to compensate for the whirring and grinding of machinery around you, “Hot guy alert.”

“Huh?” You ask through a huff of laughter, turning your body until she stops you with a hand on your forearm. 

She scolds quietly through her teeth, “Don’t look!”

You’ve learned rather quickly that she always keeps you guessing and on your toes with the newest gossip, but you dare to ask anyway, “Katie, what are you talking about?”

She rambles on, taking the portafilter from your hand to slot it into the machine, talking without looking at you to not raise suspicion as she pulls the shot of espresso, “One of the tattoo artist guys from the shop in town just walked in. Shit! I forgot his name… uh. He comes in here all the time, too. Jason? Justin? No, that’s not it. I’m pretty sure it starts with a J though. 

“He has a twin brother who comes in sometimes.” She groans, letting her eyes roll back into her head, “They’re both so fucking fine. You need to take a peek when you get a second. But be cool.”

You freeze, feeling like every ounce of blood drained from your head and pooled to your feet in a split second. She doesn’t notice your stunned reaction, continuing with the task of slotting the steam wand into the pitcher full of milk. You convince yourself she’s wrong,  collecting yourself by straightening your apron in a last-ditch effort to salvage whatever dignity you have left.

You’re the wrong one. 

There he is. 

Josh. 

He’s standing in line, about three or four people away from the register. Right away, you have to admit that he looks disastrously good in his outfit of choice for the day — a pair of light-wash jeans cuffed at the ankles and a well-loved black band t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his arms. Staying true to himself, the simple ensemble is finished with a pair of white high-top vans that are scuffed to hell and back. Thankfully he hasn’t noticed you yet, as his eyes are focusing on his phone that’s in his hand, fingers tapping away like he’s finishing the last part of a text. 

He slips his phone into his pocket, and his eyes flick up to the chalkboard mounted above your head, scanning over the menu for a few seconds until they fall to you. He startles for a second, blinking away the disbelief that he’s seeing you behind the counter. You’re also caught off guard, staring back at him with the cliche deer-in-the-headlights expression plastered across your face. You second-guess yourself that it’s him, questioning if he actually took your advice and shaved off the facial hair he was so prideful of the last time you saw him. 

He seems softer somehow. 

While time stands still in this awkward limbo, the short line clears from the other register, and he steps forward to your side of the counter. Anxiety settles in your chest, so you try to mask your embarrassment that he’s now seen you at work with professional indifference, blurting out the repetitive phrase, “Good morning, what can I get started for you today?”

It takes all your strength to maintain eye contact with him as he bites back a smile on his face. Now that he’s closer, you can see the defined still-damp curls, giving away that he had showered this morning before leaving the house. The memory of the morning spent together flashes in your mind, causing your heart to race wildly within the walls of your chest. He plays along with you in this game pretending to be strangers, humming to himself as he stares up at the menu board while tapping his fingers on the polished wooden edge of the counter. “‘That depends.”

You’re not sure what to expect with his presence but can’t control the confusion painted on your face with his answer. “On?”

His right brow flicks up in amusement, yet his voice remains smooth and flirtatious, passing over his pinkened, full lips, “Whether or not you’re the one making it for me.”

Your face is starting to prickle with heat, and it doesn’t help that you can see Katie’s eyes locked on you out of your periphery. You swallow back your discomfort and turn with a gesture of your thumb to your coworkers. “Oh, I can get-“

He dismisses the miscommunication with a wave of his hand and an airy laugh, “No, no.” He brings his hand to his mouth, stroking the soft, hairless skin as if he’s still getting used to the feeling himself. “I just know whatever you’ll make me will be the best.” The playful glimmer in his eyes with the warm smile on his youthful face is another chip to your resolve. “I’ll have a vanilla latte. Medium, please.”

The familiar scent of his cologne teases you from across the counter, floating around you like a seductive cloud. Before you get lost in it, you clear your throat, watching him as he fiddles with the themed coffee cups on display, rotating the ceramic mugs in his tattooed hands before setting them gently on the counter. You tap the screen to start his order, and ask, “Okay, would you like it hot or iced?”

He scratches his ink-sleeved arm as he peers out the large paned-glass window of the shop, clicking his tongue as he decides, “Since it’s so warm out, I’ll go for iced today.” He looks back at you with a certain sweetness swimming in his honeyed eyes — something you wish to capture forever. “Do you have oat milk in?” 

You give him the silent response of a nod, which makes him beam with excitement. “Perfect! I’ll do that.”

This casual interaction you find yourself in is throwing you off, to say the least. You half-expect him to call you out or be less-than-friendly that you ignored his message and essentially ghosted him this past week, but his demeanor showed none of those things. 

You allow a smirk to slip through when you reach over and pluck a plastic cup from the stack beside you with a sharpie in hand. You’re sure he notices, but you keep up with the facade when you ask in a teasing tone, “Name?”

He chuckles, bouncing the sound around in his throat before holding his hand over his chest in offense, scoffing, “Ouch. I didn’t realize I was that forgettable, baby.”

Katie’s stare might as well be two red-hot laser beams with how they’re burning massive holes into the sides of your body. You lose to the impulse, and regretfully chance a look over your shoulder in her direction, only to be met with her face contorting in shock and confusion. 

You can only offer her a weird smirk in response before turning back to Josh because it’s effortless in how he captures every ounce of your attention. Of course, you fold instantly, giving in to him but sending a less-than-innocent look in your eyes through your shameless blushing. You write his name in permanent ink on the bottom line of the cup with the addition of a tiny heart for good measure.  

After ringing his total up, he quickly pays with a card but tries to secretly slip a twenty-dollar bill into the tip jar just as you begin the process of making his drink. He presses his finger to his pursed lips to shush your chance at protesting when you catch him in the act. Not letting the moment linger, he drums his fingers along the red-oak surface, inching his way down to the pick-up end of the counter. 

Up until this moment, you would’ve told anyone that you felt confident in your job as a barista for only working here a few months, but the way Josh is staring at you makes it feel like it’s the first day all over again. You fight the trembling in your hands that’s making you so uncoordinated that you almost forget the steps to make a simple iced latte.

Somehow you manage with  Josh absorbing every one of your movements into his memory. You pop the plastic lid on and slide the drink across the counter and before you have the chance to say a single word, he grabs the cup from your hands while tossing a knowing look at your co-worker. His focus is directed at you when he shoots a wink and says, “See ya around.”

He strolls out of the small coffee shop, holding the door open for the next customer. You watch in silence as he struts down the sidewalk, passing the large window with a charming glance back at you. He gestures with the tip of his chin, signaling to you that he wants you to meet him outside. 

Katie tugs your arm, breaking you from your trance like she hit the play button on reality. The bustling sounds of the coffee shop consume you as her harsh voice cuts through the noise, “Uhm, excuse me? What the hell was that?! Do you know him?”

You stumble over an explanation, blurting out, “Uhhh…yeah. That was Josh.”

Meeting her more-than-shocked expression, you blush beet-red when she asks, “Are you seeing him?”

There’s no way you’ll be able to slip out of the answer knowing how much she’ll badger you for details later, but you end up stuttering through the next best thing you can say, “C-could you cover me while I take five?”

She huffs an incredulous laugh, shaking her head and nudging you toward the door, “If it’s to go talk to him, then fuck yeah.”

With her help, you successfully sneak out for a break, almost skipping down the sidewalk in search of him around the city street. As you approach the corner of the building, you chance a look down the alley and see him waiting for you. He’s leaning up against the brick wall, iced coffee in one hand as he’s taking a long drag from his cigarette. 

He hasn’t spotted you yet, looking away while blowing a cloud of smoke from the corner of his mouth. It doesn’t take long before he hears your footsteps hitting the pavement, and turns his head to see you walking toward him. You approach him with an air of hesitance, but his expression only softens as he takes in your presence.

You take another step closer, crossing your arms over your chest. “You almost got me in trouble, ya’know?”

He laughs before taking on a snarky, sarcastic tone that’s entirely new to you, “Is that so? Because to me, it looked like I was just ordering a coffee just like everyone else.”

You lean back, digging your weight into your heels, scoffing loudly, “Right. So what was up with the ridiculous tip, then?”

He crouches down to set his coffee cup on the ground, saying matter-of-factly, “I’m a generous tipper. Why? Is that something you yell at loyal customers for?”

You meet his fiery gaze when he stretches back to a standing position against the wall, and the intense look in his amber eyes is dancing the line between admiration and raw desire. “You do know that we pool tips here, right?”

“Fantastic.” The word is clipped out through perfect teeth that are beginning to show with the ‘Cheshire Cat’-like grin forming on his face.

Accepting the fact that you’re losing this round, you decide to shift the topic with a tip of your chin in his direction. “I see that you shaved.”

You watch as he pulls in his bottom lip between his teeth like he’s been waiting an eternity for you to finally bring it up, and looks out towards the street as he releases a heavy sigh, “Yeah…this really hot woman said I would look better without it.”

You bite back the smile that’s starting to form on your lips. “She’s got good taste.” 

Your comment pulls his attention back to you, and with the cigarette nestled between his first two fingers, he sweeps across the new bare skin above his lip with the third. “Like it?”

You huff out a genuine laugh with a shake of your head while you dust off the coffee grinds and remnants of sugar from your apron,“Honestly? I think you’re the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met.”

He’s clearly unbothered, taking another excuriantly slow drag from his cigarette before ashing it with a deliberate flick of his thumb. You drop your shoulders in annoyance, grumbling in disapproval at the awful habit, “That shit is so bad for you. You should really try to quit soon.” 

You would hate to admit how unbelievably frustrating it is that he looks good doing it. He probably knows it, staring at you for a few seconds, scanning you over as he chews on his bottom lip. A cheeky smile forms on his face when he mutters in a teasingly soft voice, “Yes, mommy.”

The new name takes you by surprise with a flash of heat smacking your face, making you instantly scoff in disgust, “Ew, Josh! Please, for the love of god, don’t call me that.” He brays a harsh laugh at the reaction, and you make the point to leave, “I gotta go back inside.”

Josh pushes off the wall and grasps your wrist before you can take another step, pulling you into his arms in a fluid motion with a gentle, yet controlled hold. Your yelp is cut off by the sudden feeling of the warmth and softness of his skin, wrapping you in an embrace you’ve already started to crave. Every sense of unease you’ve been feeling evaporates the second you touch him, especially when his soft lips brush against your ear as he whispers, “I love when you scold me.”

A faint moan escapes you as his warm breath hits your skin, tingling across your body and you’re a little embarrassed at how quickly you’re melting into him. Placing a hand to his chest, you try to push him in a weak effort to create space between you. “You’re gross.”

One of his hands travels across your lower back while the other roams over your upper arm. It’s like he’s falling into step with this dance with you, easing right into the natural rhythm from where the two of you left off a week ago. 

He tips his head so that his lips brush, ever-so-gently, across the bare skin below your ear, humming at the way you shudder from the teasing touch. “Do you really think that?” His taunting voice vibrates against you in a satisfying purr, and the hand that was on your back grips your ass through your pants, kneading the flesh through the denim as the other hand wraps around the nape of your neck. He presses his thumb against the pulse point before he nips at the tender spot, taunting you, “Because the way your heart is beating tells a very different story.” 

You blush at the implication and swallow back the whimper that tries to escape, clearing your throat to maintain some sincerity, “What do you want?”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval and pulls away to look down at your lips. “I thought my intentions were obvious. I missed you.”

You’re positive that he didn’t mean it, but hearing the words made your heart skip, even so, you make sure to hide it through a snort, “It’s only been a week, Josh.”

You feel his smile against your ear, and it’s tantalizing the way he sends his breath across your skin, “And? You’ve got me addicted, baby. What can I say? Can’t get that sweet taste of your pretty pussy out of my head.” 

You’re not only stunned into silence, but you also clench your thighs in need as the words blanket the inside of your brain. He’s so warm and addicting that you would abandon every responsibility you had just to chase the feeling. 

Thankfully, he breaks away enough for you to ground yourself back to reality and to realize that you’re still standing outside in an alleyway. You can tell he’s proud of how flustered he’s made you, grinning like an idiot with his cigarette hanging from the corner of his lip. 

It’s when he clasps the filter with his fingers that you catch the letters on his knuckles. Before he’s able to flick the ash, you take his wrist in hand and ask, “What does that say?”

He switches his cigarette to the other hand so you can inspect the tattoo across his knuckles with his splayed fingers in your hold. From the night spent together, you were able to read ‘LOVE’ on one hand, but you never focused on what was on the other. You bend his soft fingers around, eyeing the intricate scroll and artistry enough that you can finally read the letters ‘F U C K’.” You know that your eyes widen with shock, but you try to keep your expression neutral for the sake of banking your curiosity and questions for another time. 

Instead, you roll your eyes and release a sharp, dry laugh that makes him wiggle his fingers from you. “Josh, you never cease to fucking amaze me. My mother would absolutely love you.”

He giggles to himself as he tugs on the loop of your apron tie to loosen it, mumbling around the filter with a smug grin painted across his face, “Well, if she’s anything like you, I know she will.”

You swat his hand away before he has the chance to lure you into more trouble. “You’re an idiot.”

He only shrugs his shoulders with a playful raise of his brows in response. Looking around and realizing he has nowhere to toss the cigarette butt, he flicks out the cherry with his fingers and stores it behind his ear for the time being. “Keep going. I love when you call me names.”

While laughter bubbles up from your chest, he pulls you in close enough that you’re only inches away. “Now give me some sugar.”

He chases you playfully with pursed lips, making you giggle and jokingly push him away with your fingers pressing into his mouth. “No! You taste like a cigarette.”

“Oh? Well, if that’s the case…” he trails off while digging around his back pocket for something. You wait patiently as he pops a mint into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue while he peppers your jawline with soft kisses. The smooth feel of his bare lips tickle across your skin, making you squirm in his arms. The cool, minty puffs of air flutter across your parted lips for a few seconds before he finally meets them with his own. 

He licks into your eager mouth, and for the moment you forget everything. You forget that you’re standing in your sticky, old work uniform making out with a man you barely met more than a week ago. He’s not giving you the opportunity for you to reflect on that because the feel, taste, and sounds of him are the only thoughts pinballing their way around the walls of your mind. With your mind scattered, your heart races to keep up with your tongue moving across his in this pitiful act of desperation to have him as much as you can for the few minutes you’re given. 

He’s the one to pull away, smiling and breathing against your flushed wet lips as he mumbles into them, “I think you might be out of time on your break, baby.”

You release an anxious laugh, brushing your hair back and ironing out the wrinkles in your clothes to look presentable — like you haven’t been violently kissing him for the past few minutes. You’re fighting back the lightheadedness, responding in a shaky, weak voice, “Yeah, I should probably head back in before they come out here looking for me.”

There’s a blanket of awkwardness that falls over you, forcing you to shift on your feet and cast your eyes to the pavement. Picking up on the sudden change in your body language, he nudges your shoe with the scuffed toe of his white vans. 

“Hey,” he says in an upbeat tone that’s successful in bringing your focus back to that same award-winning smile that’s sure to steal your heart every time you see it. “Come by the house later. I want to see you.”

There’s no question that you’re officially folding your hand, so you accept the invitation with a genuine smile, sighing, “Okay.”

He’s relieved with your answer and leans in to kiss you on the cheek, whispering, “This is a lot easier if you just text me back, ya’know?”

You can’t help the embarrassment that you ghosted him, replying sheepishly, “I know.”

Josh laughs as he picks up his coffee from the ground, and the sound is soothing to your ears, wrapping you like a cashmere sweater on a brisk, fall morning. It’s reassuring in a way that lets you know he holds no ill-feelings from the week of no responses from you. He gives you a chaste, yet tender kiss one last time on the lips before strolling away down the alley toward the sidewalk. Just before he’s out of your sight, he peers over his shoulder, sending a wink over to you with the playful taunt, “Hope you enjoy the rest of your shift.”

Just like that, he’s out of your view. Left with only the thoughts of him, you’re now standing alone, confused and reeling from what the hell just happened within the last fifteen minutes. You try to shake yourself back into a state of normalcy and put on what shred of professionalism you can muster up, but soon realize that you’re the one left with the mint. 

Just as he probably predicted, you’ve been on edge for the rest of your work day, distracted, thinking about only him. You did your best, trudging through the hours until you could finally clock out, rushing home to shower and change out of your work clothes. Dressed in a simple black sundress with a hemline that rests mid-thigh, you now find yourself standing outside the front door of the twin’s house. 

You’re embarrassed to admit it to yourself, but you’re trembling with anticipation. It isn’t from the thoughts of the unknown, as you’ve already crossed over that boundary a week ago. You know what to expect. You know what he tastes like, how he feels when he’s deep inside you,  you even know the very sounds he makes when he succumbs to his own pleasure. You know what’s waiting on the other side of that door because he sure as hell didn’t invite you over tonight to catch up on the latest Netflix series.

After a minute of collecting yourself to build enough courage to gently rap your knuckles against the door, you step back while you wait for him. He should be expecting you any minute due to the fact you had to ask him for the address before you left your place. Yet, you can’t help but jump when it opens quickly and you’re presented with the sight of Josh standing in the doorway. 

He’s traded his black band t-shirt for a cozier, gray-blue one that hangs from his body in a way that teases the eye of his slender frame. He’s still wearing the faded light-wash jeans, but sports socks now that he’s kicked off his vans in the comfort of his home. He ushers you in with a friendly smile and steps back, greeting you in a raspy, almost-sleepy sounding voice, “Hey, baby.”

You meet his smile with your own as you step in, muttering a casual, “Hey.” He closes the door, giving you room to kick off your shoes next to the pile of others in the foyer. 

“How was work?” he asks, his voice groggy and slow, like it’s still lagging a few seconds behind the thought. The small talk takes you by surprise, adding to the thick layer of tension between you. 

You swallow back your nerves to respond,“Uh, it was okay for a weekday, so I can’t complain. You?”

He nods and starts walking into the rest of the house, talking over his shoulder, “I had a few appointments today, but they were simple enough that I didn’t have to hang out long.” He waves a hand into the open space, making you blush at his attempt at a house tour. “So, this is the living room. Back here is the kitchen.” 

“I know, Josh. I was here a week ago,” you quip back through an amused laugh, trailing behind him as he leads you into the kitchen. 

“Oh…right,” he chuckles, shaking his head as if scolding himself. Reaching into the cabinet to pull out two glasses, he makes eye contact with you for the first time. “I’m sorry, I’m kind of high right now.”

You bite back the smile creeping on your lips when you notice his hazy, slightly-bloodshot eyes. “That’s okay.”

He tips his hand to offer the empty glass, “Would you like something to drink?” 

You reply with a quick nod, and he turns to the fridge that’s littered with take-out menus, adding, “You hungry? What do you want?”

You let out a nervous laugh, but insist, “Water is fine.”

“Okay, well when you are we can order something.” He fills both glasses and hands you one before walking out into the living room, making his way over to the record player sitting in the corner of the room. You follow, watching him shuffle through the large collection of vinyl until he eventually chooses one. 

Everything is rather silent aside from the sounds of him pulling the record from the sleeve and placing it on the turntable. Your anxiousness shows its face with your fidgeting as you tap your fingers on the glass until the music begins to play. You stay standing as he moves to sit on the couch, sinking into the cushion. He scratches across the denim over his knees, revealing his own nervousness as he compliments you, “You look amazing by the way.”

You flick your eyes down to ice clinking in your glass, letting your smile slip through, “Oh, thank you.”

He clears his throat, shuffling his weight to the edge of the couch with his hands locked between his legs. “I’m really happy you came over. Honestly, I didn’t think…I wasn’t sure after…yeah.”

There it is. 

You mutter under your breath, looking around the room at anything that isn’t him, “I’m sorry about that.”

He’s quick to respond to your apology, “Don’t be.” But when the words start to hang in the air for far too long, his eyes drop to his feet and he adds with a sense of apprehension as he shifts anxiously on the couch. “Is it something I did?”

“No!” you insist through involuntary panic, closing the distance between you and set the glass of water on the coffee table. Somewhere along the way, his usual beaming confidence waned, allowing you to see the unease settling in his body. “No, not at all.” 

You start to understand that this situation may be on your terms more than you initially thought, and feeling a little more bold than you did when you first arrived, you sink onto his lap with ease, letting the rough denim of his jeans graze against the back of your thighs as you slide into the position. 

Any questionable feelings he was having melt away at this moment. He leans into the back cushion, welcoming you with that charismatic smile returning to his face while he guides you closer with his hands secured around your hips. “What was it then?”

You search for a suitable and believable answer to offer him, but you can’t seem to find one that doesn’t sound idiotic. It doesn’t help that the scent of his cologne is mixing with the distinct smell of weed, floating into your head and clouding your thoughts. You shake yourself free from his clutches, choosing to ignore his question to ask one of your own, “What is this?”

A hint of cockiness reemerges for the moment through a crooked smile as his fingers slip underneath the thin fabric of your dress, “What do you want it to be?” His gaze drops down through the rebuttal, following the neckline of your dress to your cleavage. His hands venture further up your legs until his thumbs hook under the band of your panties. “Because I know that I like you and that I want to keep seeing you.”

You shudder a pitchy sigh, blushing at the confession before pushing yourself back with your hand to his chest, giving you enough space in order to look at his face. “What about Jake?”

You grimace, cursing at yourself silently and wishing that you expressed the same feelings of interest to him even if the thought of admitting that scared you. Curiosity hooks his brow, but his voice seems tighter than before, “What about him? Did he say something to you?”

The truth was that Jake really didn’t say much about the dynamic of this situation between the three of you, so you’re being honest when you say, “Not really.”

He giggles with a lazy shrug of his shoulders, kissing the softness of your jaw while his hands knead your ass beneath your dress, “Hmm…well, I think it’s pretty clear he has interest in you.”

Even if that’s true, you’re too distracted from him to worry about Jake right now. He seems to follow suit, because his breathing starts to quicken with the friction building from each roll of your hips against him, allowing him to pull you in closer. “So, it’s more than a one time thing?”

His breathy giggle vibrates into the hollow point of your throat. “Is that what you want?”

As his hands roam up your back, yours travel across his shoulders to his neck, feeling the warmth of his soft skin beneath your palms. Massaging the area with strokes of your thumb, you hum your answer with a purposeful grind of your core against the denim. 

He rolls his head at the feeling of your hands around his throat, purring in satisfaction, “Then yes. I would love to fuck you as many times as you ask. Just say the words, baby. You never have to worry about me wanting you.”

Holding his face in your hands, you graze your thumbs across his ears before running your fingers over buzzed hair on the sides of his head that are starting to grow out. He’s staring up at you, but you keep your eyes focused on his pinkened lips as you whisper in a seductive voice, “Oh really? You’ll be good and fuck me exactly how I want?”

He groans through his teeth, driving his covered erection into your thigh with forceful lift of his hips, “And how do you wanna be fucked, baby?”

He licks his lips as he slides his hand from your asscheek down between your legs. His fingertips brush over your clit through the damp fabric before dancing across the lace seam. They tease near your entrance, and you lean in to whisper in his ear, “Deep and slow. I wanna feel every inch of your cock inside me. You think you can do that?”

He’s surprised to hear such filthy words coming from you, shuddering a heavy breath, “Oh fuck.”

You kiss along his sharp jawline, nipping at the thin skin while reaching between your bodies and popping open the metal button to his jeans. He rushes to turn his head, eager to kiss you for the second time today. He gently bites at your lips, licking into your mouth with his tiny whimpers tumbling over your tongue. The sounds echoing in your mouth with the fact he’s not wearing anything but jeans drives you into a frenzy. His fingers rub across your cheek just as you feel the velvet-soft skin of his cock in your hand, throbbing wildly against your palm to the point that you know it’s borderline painful for him to keep it confined in the restriction of his tight jeans. 

You lift yourself up, giving him the room to move his pants enough for you to pull him out, and a soft grunt forms in his throat as he throws his head into the back of the couch. He’s silken and so addictingly warm in your grasp —  just how you remember it. You watch as his eyes flutter closed when you begin to pump your hand around him. He’s drifting away, letting his nails rake across your thighs, leaving a pleasing sting to the bare flesh. 

His own hips begin to move with the strokes of your hand, and you start to remember what he likes, flicking your wrist around his length and gliding the precum across the head of his cock with each upward pump of your hand. You feel powerful, taking the sounds of his whimpering moans as your reward. 

As you work him, you run your other hand up his heaving chest, touching the gold chains of his necklaces with your fingers. His head bobs forward from the contact, but his eyes remain closed with dark brows stitched tightly together. You wrap your hand around his throat just above the gold choker, pressing into the pulsepoint until you feel his adam’s apple bob against your palm. “Look at me.”

He brings himself together enough to peek through lust-heavy lids, smiling at you before looking down to watch your hand twisting around the head of his cock. The smile fades quickly with his heavy panting fluttering over his parted, full lips. 

Feeling impatient and giving into the need to touch yourself, you release your hand around his neck to bring your fingers to your mouth. Somehow he pulls himself out of his delirious state to stop you before they reach your lips and guides your hand to his instead, placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. You watch him with laser-focus as he licks a teasingly slow stripe from your thumb to the tip of your index finger. He draws across his wet lips with the first two fingers before slipping them into his mouth. He makes sure to look into the depths of your eyes, smiling around the digits before sucking them in a way that reminds you of the exact moment his face was buried between your legs a week ago. You moan at the feeling of his warm tongue swirling around them —  the way the tiny metal ball of his piercing glides effortlessly over your skin. 

After torturing to his liking, he finally pulls them from his mouth, successfully coating them enough to glisten in the late afternoon sun. You then realize that you’ve stopped moving your hand on his cock, holding him in a loose grasp. He doesn’t complain that you’ve been distracted, but rather helps you by tugging your panties to the side with his fingers so you can line him up with your entrance. 

Slick with his spit, you glaze your needy clit and pussy with a pass of your soaked fingers enough to help him. You adjust your hips as his hands grip around your waist, bracing yourself on his shoulder while you start to nudge him into you. Forgetting that he’s on the bigger side, you wince when the head of his cock begins stretching you out. 

He can sense the tension locking the muscles in your body, breathing against your sweat-dampened cheek with a certain calmness laden in his voice, “Relax, baby. Take your time.”

You huff a breathy laugh that he joins in on, giggling into the spot hidden behind your ear as he wraps his arm around the small of your back. Taking his advice, you slowly sink down onto his cock, lifting yourself up slightly before easing him in deeper. 

He groans into your hair when he bottoms out, “You feel so fucking amazing.” You melt into his body, feeling his shaky exhale fan across your skin as you start to rock your hips, “Feel good?”

You nod with your cheek still stuck to his, letting out a pitchy moan into his ear, “You fill me up so good.”

He’s fueled by your sweet praises, fucking himself into you while you find your rhythm riding him, but controls himself enough to let you take the lead in the sinful dance. The music he chose continues to softly play on the turntable as you lose yourselves in each other. You even dare to run the tip of your finger down the strong bridge of his nose, watching how his eyes flutter closed as he loses himself in the feeling of you. Driving him to your limit and squeezing yourself around him, his perfect lips part and whimper your name in the most delightfully pitiful way. 

You coo against the shell of his ear, filling his head with the song of your voice, “You’re being such a good boy for me, Josh.”

He buries his face into your neck, growling into the sensitive skin before flipping you onto your back along the cushions of the couch. Propping himself on his knee, he sits upright to rip his t-shirt from his body while sliding your panties down your legs. You take in the sight, admiring how his golden-tanned skin glows in the light, how his tattoos move with each ragged breath of his lungs, how the sun pendant of his necklace sits in the center of his chest — between the two inked sparrows nestled in the bed of vivid-red poppies. 

Since he’s accidentally slipped out from the change in position, he drives himself back into you, making the sun necklace that’s hanging freely from his neck sway from the thrust of his hips. He’s desperate to yank your dress down to free your breasts, and the second they’re freed with a forceful pull of his hand, his lips wrap around one of your bare nipples. The wet, warmth of his mouth in contrast with the cool air of the room sends a shock wave of pleasure right to your core, making you clench in need around his cock. He licks across the hardened bud with the tip of his nose pressed into the softness of your breast, rolling it around his tongue with the heat of his breath tickling the skin with each exhale. 

The sensation of him spoiling your chest with his mouth and his fingers rolling a similar pattern of shapes over your clit slingshots you right to the tipping point of your climax. He keeps you there, edging you as long as he can while brushing the head of his cock against your sweet spot at a deliberately slow pace. 

You drag your nails across his back, hooking your legs around his waist to pull him in that much deeper.“That feels so fucking…” You trail off to where you’re just whimpering his name to the point where its incoherent. He’s so warm, so big. “You’re so good. Please don’t stop.”

As a string of foul curses escape your mouth, it’s clear that he’s fighting his own urges with how slow he’s going, gliding into your soaked cunt with as much restraint as he can handle. He whines pathetically into your naked chest, revealing to you just how close he truly is to completely falling apart, “Gonna cum for me?” 

In your foggy state of mind, you weave your fingers through his now-tangled curls at the nape of his neck, begging him. “I’m so close. Please. Cum inside me, Josh.”

In your dreamlike state, the moment in time feels picturesque— as if trapped in a scene from a movie rather than your waking reality. Fleeting images of him flip through your mind like a shuffled deck of cards, flashing behind closed lids with nothing clear enough for you to focus on any one thing.  Your voice acts separately from your mind as the orgasm racks your body with overwhelming euphoria, and you somehow manage to say,  “Be a good boy for me.”

The seams of his composure tear open, and you hear him cry out as he shakes through the faltering thrusts of his hips from spilling himself into you. As he unravels in your embrace, the warm feeling of his cum filling you up imprints onto your brain, burning into your memory for the foreseeable future. He eventually slows himself to a stop, littering your marked chest with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.

Just when you think he might trail up to meet your lips so you can come down together, he doesn’t. He rushes to sink to his knees onto the floor instead, pulling your shaking legs over his shoulders as he goes. His fingertips pressing into the thickness of your thighs keeps you from squirming, and your weak, half-hearted protest doesn’t stop him from bringing his mouth right to your pussy. 

The objection only dissolves into a moan the second he licks his flattened tongue across your swollen clit. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive button, he suckles it lovingly into the safe warmth of his mouth. You respond to the jolt of pleasure by squeezing his head between your thighs as you tug at his hair in a clenched fist. He laps you up greedily, devouring you in a frenzied state you haven’t yet witnessed from him until now. Riding off the rippling waves of your first orgasm, he’s able to pull you into the second one easily as he licks the mess between your legs clean. You welcome it, petting through his frizzy curls as he finishes, embracing the hot sensation of his breath fanning over you.

He crawls back onto the couch, slotting himself between your open legs just like before as he comes into your blurred line of vision. You admire his fucked-out state as he smiles back at you, cherishing the thin sheen of sweat that has collected on his face, the way the apples of his cheeks are flushed a rosy hue and how his swollen, bright-pink lips shine in the dimming light. 

He doesn’t give you nearly enough time for you to stare at him before capturing your lips in his, mumbling across your mouth in a whimpered moan, “We taste so fucking good together, baby.”

Licking passionately into your parting mouth, he gives you the chance to find out for yourself, blessing you with the muskiness of your shared release. You both groan in unison, and you latch your hands into his hair in an effort to keep him glued to you for as long as possible.

After taking the minute to explore this new territory with you, he pulls away just enough onto to press his forehead against yours, grunting as he ruts his cock into you, “Fuck. I’m already so hard.”

You huff in shock, reaching between your legs to feel him for yourself, “Again?!”

He seems to share the same level of surprise, sending his strained laughter over your stunned expression, “Yeah.” 

Without wasting the moment, Josh takes himself in his hand and pushes into you again, fucking you for a second round. He’s determined to make up for the lost time, appreciating your body in a multitude of ways and positions. By the time he finishes, you’re both beyond spent, heaving in exhaustion, laying across the couch tangled in each other’s arms. 

 You feel his heart race against your ear as you lay across his chest, hearing his voice vibrate in his lungs when he asks, “Wanna order some food?”

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[leeknowsnot]

scenario — hold me (han x reader)

genre: angst, comfort but also not comfort

warnings: mentions of death, reused scene of you breaking plates, friedrich's ataxia again because i cannot get over your lie in april, implied character death, implied sex but no detailed smut

summary: you and jisung broke up, only to be reunited by the worst scenario possible; you fainted at a bar that he was in as well and now you're in the hospital, waking up to a confused jisung. you tell him you inherited a rare disease from your family called Friedrich's Ataxia and you've been diagnosed with this for almost a year, after the both of you broke up. it's clear neither of you are over each other

kind of reused the whole breaking plate scene but i swear this time, it's a lot more detailed, and different too so i hope you'd still give it a read!!

He didn't expect to hear that. That you would tell him that. At first, he thought you were joking. He thought it was a funny ploy to get some guilty reaction from him but your face showed none of the sort.

His whole body feels frozen in time as he continued to listen to you. He feels like he's been stabbed in the heart the moment the words leave your mouth.

"Friedreich's Ataxia..." he repeats.

The words felt so hollow and empty in his ears.

"...Y/N..."

There is nothing more he can say at the moment. He's completely speechless now.

You bitterly chuckle under your breath. "I... didn't tell you before because we already broke up by the time I found out."

"And I knew you'd be worried, but I was... trying to get away from you. So you would have enough time to move on to not feel hurt once I..."

You stop, the reality of everything finally sinking in like a boat. "...Once I die."

"Y/N..."

He can't help but let out a deep sigh of disappointment. He's not even mad at you for keeping a secret like that. It's not like you both had any commitment to one another anymore. But that doesn't change anything right now. In fact, this makes him want to cling on to you all the more.

"Y/n, I don't want to move on..." he whispers gently, "I don't want to lose you..."

His voice is filled with desperation, as if trying to beg you to not leave him behind.

You reach out for his hand, holding it tightly. Although for a split second, you could feel your grip falter.

Y/N close your eyes as a tear escapes. "I... I don't want to lose myself either," you say. "Jisung, I... What do I do?"

You look at him, a look of desperation bearing deep into your gaze. "I don't... want to die."

"I want to be with you..."

"Just a little bit longer."

...

Eventually, months pass for the both of you. You decided to let both your past problems and shortcomings behind, trying to live a new life together for the remaining duration of your life. You moved back in with Jisung.

However, it wasn't all clouds and rainbows.

Jisung was out at work, returning home within a couple of minutes and you were left at home. You were busying yourself with trying to help with house chores. After all, it was the least you could do after quiting your job since you barely had five months left until your impending demise.

You had a pile of plates in your hands, having washed them before you would put them back in the cupboard. You and Han only needed two at most anyway. However, as you were walking towards the kitchen, your legs suddenly became numb, making you yelp in surprise and fall on the floor, dropping the plates. It was a complete noise as the plates shattered upon impact on the ground.

You panicked, having lost feeling on your legs as you tried to find a way out of the broken plates.

Jisung hears your scream the moment he steps inside of the house. He quickly drops his bag and rushes towards you, only to see you struggle on the ground as you lost the feeling in your legs.

"Y/N!" He exclaims, quickly helping you up.

"I'll help you with those later. Are you okay?" He glances down at your knees, which now had a small bruise from the impact.

His eyes are filled with worry, not knowing what to do in this situation.

You tremble, alienated and freaking out at the sudden loss of feeling on your legs. Your eyes filled with tears as you look up at him.

"Jisung, I'm sorry I..." you sob, glancing at the mess. "I was just trying to help with the chores but my legs... My... legs, they just..."

You break down, sinking into his chest. With only a few months left to live, your condition was starting to act up frequently.

He brings you into his embrace, feeling you tremble as you broke down in his arms. You were crying, scared and confused as to what you were experiencing now.

Tears stung his eyes, feeling utterly powerless about the situation.

There was no cure.

There was no treatment.

He and you were left with nothing but time.

"Y/n..." He whispers gently, kissing your head as he rocks it back and forth. He wants to stay by your side despite the entire kitchen being a mess right now.

You apologized profusely as you cried into his chest, hands balling into fists.

You were afraid. Afraid of losing yourself. Afraid of death. Afraid of not being able to see Jisung again once the inevitable comes to claim your life.

"There's nothing to apologize for, really." His voice is gentle as he holds you tighter in his arms.

There was nothing he could do for you but hold you tight. In this situation, this was the only way he could comfort you, even if only a little bit.

"Don't be scared... I'm right here," he whispers softly. "I won't leave you alone, no matter what."

Eventually, your sobs die after a couple of minutes, turning into nothing but sniffs. You finally pull away, though hesitantly, to glance around at the mess.

"I broke so much plates..." you dejectingly said.

"That doesn't matter, Y/N." He takes a look at the broken plates beside them, feeling worried for you but deciding to not bring it up.

He brushes your hair away from your eyes just like what he used to do so many years ago each time you'd break down crying. He never thought he would be doing this again now.

"Don't overwork yourself anymore. Let me handle it." That was the least he could do for you.

You look at Han, tears attempting to pool within your eyes again. "But... you have so much stuff at work and... this is the least I could do to help you," you stop, looking down as your eyes flutter. "But I guess I just made things worse."

"Y/N..."

He brings you to his level once again so you both were face-to-face, and that's when he notices how much your eyes have gotten darker, more sunken. Your condition has grown worse and worse, and he can't help but feel helpless.

"Just rest up for now. My job is at least manageable. That much I can handle."

"Right now, you should just get better. I don't want to see you in this condition again." He tries to bring a smile onto his face, trying to ease your worries.

He was always so good at putting up an act just to make you feel better. Even if he was hurting too, seeing you like this.

You sniff, eyes staring into his. "But..."

"Please, don't push yourself," he begs, cupping your cheeks with his hands. "I just want to see you getting better."

"Just... promise me you'll give yourself a bit more of a break, yeah?"

The thought of losing you in this state pains him a thousand times more. He wants to see you smiling and happy for just a few more months until your time comes.

Both of you knew you won't get any better. Only worse. But Jisung's words always seemed to make it better. It always seemed to make you believe and hope that you will get better.

You give him a short nod, clinging onto him.

He smiles gently at you, caressing your neck and cheeks as his heart starts beating faster. He really couldn't stand to see you like this... not when everything was slowly coming to an end.

He wants to hold onto you... at least until the end.

"I love you, Y/n," he whispers. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you... and that includes never leaving you alone."

"I love you too," you whisper back to him, exhaling a sob.

Eventually, Jisung carries you to the couch as you couldn't walk by yourself at the moment. You watch him sweep the broken plates from the floor, head resting on your arm as you gaze on him lovingly.

It was like falling in love all over again. And yet your remaining time would always come slapping you back in the face again with reality.

As he swept the broken plates away, all he could think about was the memories he shared with you. The walks around the park, the dates you had at restaurants, and the night he made love to you for the first time... they all replayed in his head, making his heart ache more than ever.

He looks up to see you, your eyes fixed on him as you gaze at him lovingly.

He smiles at you and sits beside you, taking your small hand into his. Just like how it always used to be.

Your lips part, eyes trailing from your intertwined hands to Jisung's face. You take in his features. The feeling of his hand on yours, because one day... One day you'll lose your ability to feel and touch him too.

So you savored this moment.

His heartbeat quickens for a moment as he looks into your eyes. He can feel his stomach flutter and his mouth get dry, unable to say a single word right now.

"Y/N..."

He wanted to say so much more, but his breath was caught up in his throat. He can feel his hand shake slightly, as if his body is being overwhelmed by his emotions. So, instead of saying anything else, he just stares at you and takes in your features. Trying to memorize all of it.

With your unoccupied hand, you caress Jisung's cheek. You memorizes every bump, every curve of his face.

"Jisung," you whisper. "Make love with me for the last time. I want to memorize all of you at this moment. While I still can."

Your eyes meet once more before he answers your request. His fingers caress your other cheek, as well as your lips because he wants to feel everything of you.

"Okay..." the word barely even leaves his lips as his body goes on autopilot.

He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours in the softest kiss imaginable.

It's like time has stopped for the both of you right now, where you're nothing but two people sharing their love for one last time.

Every kiss. Every touch. Every gasp. It held so much love as you both reveled in each other's presence. He held you as if he didn't want to let you go. He really doesn't want to.

The both of you laid on the bed side by side, naked bodies pressed against each other.

It was like you never wanted to let go and be apart from one another again. You were two love-stricken lovers, not wanting everything to end even though you knew that you were running out of time.

Jisung gazes down at you, your foreheads touching. He caresses your cheek gently.

"Let's stay like this forever," he whispers to you, "just like this."

With half-lidded tired eyes, you give him a small smile, nodding as you close your eyes.

"Yes. Let's stay like this," you say, exhaling comfortably. "Forever."

Both of you knew there was an underlying meaning in your statement. Forever was an impossible word. Especially for you whose days were counted.

"Hey, look at me."

Jisung stares intently at you, knowing that he needs to see your beautiful eyes once more as they open to look at him.

"Promise me that you'll be waiting for me on the other side," He whispers softly, touching each one of your fingers. "I might be late, but I'll come and look for you, alright?"

"I know it's silly, but that's what I truly feel right now."

He looks down at you once more, his eyes sparkling the moment they meet yours.

You give him a soft laugh. "I'm not dying yet right now Jisung," you lightly joke, closing your eyes once more.

Even if your eyes were closed, tears escaped your eyelids. "I'll wait for you. Even if it takes forever."

"And if reincarnation happens to be true," you pause. "I'll love you in every life."

Jisung can't help but let out a quiet laugh despite the tears streaming down his face. He gazes down at your face.

You looked so beautiful in his eyes right now... more beautiful than ever before.

"I'll love you... in this life, and in many lifetimes to come," he whispers. "Even if we can't be together forever this time."

He smiles softly before bringing his lips against your forehead.

"Rest, my love. Rest."

like and reblogs are very much appreciated!! (i cried while writing this at 2 am ngl)

[captainjacklyn]

Hey, yo, you probably saw me on one of your posts. I was wondering if you could do the arcana twilight characters reacting to reader training Precious to destroy sisuris's balls l, I'm so sorry for this post, but I had to. You could skip if you want to. Also, sorry for misspelling sisuris name.

HAHAHAHAGHDJWEH- no worries my friend, there is absolutely no harm done on your part, I'm glad you enjoy that crack shit post and I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.

character(s) : spica, alpheratz, arcturus, pollux, vega

warning(s) : someone's balls being obliterated, a feral ferret and a vengeful summoner that just wants to see blood.

Spica

Speechless and just straight up lost, man is just looking at us for a good minute before continuing to walk down the aisle like nothing happened.

for reference his face looked like this :

He says nothing, he's just confused and tells himself that he needs coffee thinking he's hallucinating due to all the work he has to do.

don't even bother explaining, Spica will pass out and Precious is going to take that opportunity to destroy.

"Wrong target Precious I'm not letting you hurt rapunzel."

"AHDJEREJHR !"

Alpheratz

Hype man right here, he's literally helping you coach that killing machine to end Sirius.

Precious actually stops trying to rip his wig off and is now accepting him as a friend, sort of.

I love this trio ! A batshit crazy animal, their batshit insane owner and the owner's boyfriend who hates the same person they hate.

Once precious is released into the city to found that sexy gun man, it's over for him.

It crawls it's way through the streets, hissing at anything in it's way until it finds the legs of the enemy..and CRUNCH GOES THE BALLS OF THE ASSHOLE-

*screams in agony*

Arcturus

[Name] I don't think you have to- "HAJSKFBEFUEKR-"

Precious held on to his leg for a week, it didn't wanna let go for even a minute. Had to constantly keep this ginger man in a hospital because the moment he got out he would bleed extensively.

Once it got off of him, you just continued to train your unhinged creature.

Precious is really going balls out for the game I'll tell ya that, we're not just speaking about the nutcracker here we're talking about the sacrifice of future generations as well.

This poor dude is just standing on the sidelines like : you don't have to do this but I still support you because that's really all I can do...

Pollux

Oh he means business.

We got another coach right here- bro is going to ANNIHILATE sirius and whatever is left.

Although he keeps wincing whenever it actually happens, I mean they're both guys he knows just how painful it can get.

It's really terrifying to be honest just witnessing something that violent.

I mean who would expect this :

to act like THIS :

That's pollux trying to hold it, Precious is completely calm and rational with it's beloved owner.

Vega

._.

wut ?

like Spica, he will stand there, but not like Spica, he will remain standing there for a very long time.

Even Precious stops bitting the plastic toy that now looks like it's been shredded, even you stop encouraging your cute psychopath of a beast.

why are you giving it more attention ? HIIIIIISSSSSSSS-

He doesn't give a shit, we all know just how much of a simp he gets when it comes to you.

I love how I skipped the part where Precious tried to lunge at him and remove his eyeballs from his eye sockets.

You luckily managed to avoid that, but now you got an animal and a touch-starved white boy clinging onto you for dear life.

Vega I need to proceed with my ferret's training so could you please ? no. ...You're lucky you're just as adorable as my electric saw. BFUKETGEHTK$#$ PRECIOUS STOP SWEARING-

Have a good day I hope you liked it.

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 21

Corruption/Training - Lay

!dom Lay

“Try again!” Yixing orders, “You can do better than that!”

Your legs are burning, every muscle in your body overworked, You have been in the dance studio for hours now, and you swear you are close to breaking. Yixing wanted that though, without telling you explicitly, it is obvious that he wants you to crumble, but you are headstrong and not one to give in, so he is going to have to try pretty hard.

You do as you are told though, counting yourself in once the music starts playing and running through the choreography once more. Four gruelling minutes pass, and while you feel that you knew what you were doing, exhaustion is definitely getting the better of you. Each time you glance over at your teacher… boyfriend… How do you define this? You feel anxiety bubbling, but divert your gaze to focus on yourself again. He watches you like a hawk, analysing your every move, not missing a single off-beat, it is terrifying, and you can feel yourself getting worse.

At some point, after another two or three run-throughs, you start to get dizzy. You don’t remember the last time that you had any water, and your vision is blurring, nothing is making sense, you are woozy, what were you doing again?

You stumble forward, falling with a thud to your knees, and if it weren’t for Yixing’s quick movements, you would have crashed head first into the mirrored wall. Instead, your limp body is held up with Yixing behind you, holding your jaw to keep you steady, hazily staring at yourself through foggy vision. Even in this state, you can feel him breathing, and see the way that he glares at you, his plan is working.

“Sleepy, baobao?” He sneers at you, “You still haven’t impressed me enough.”

Was that what you were doing? Dancing? You try to stand up, in a daze, but your legs won’t work, and Yixing chuckles as he supports you to sit down with your back up against the mirror. He reaches over for your water bottle, opening the lid and helping you tilt your head to drink some. From here, he guides you down onto your back, and you let your head lazily roll to the side to look at yourself, lips glistening with stray droplets of liquid, unfocused but noticing Yixing as he repositions himself beside you.

“How can I do that?” You ask, your words slurred, “What should I do?”

Yixing smiles, though it does not quite reach his eyes, and he bends forward to get right up close to your ear. His breath is hot, and it sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps raise all over your skin, and he trails up your arm with his fingertips.

“You’re going to take me,” He replies, “I’ve seen how flexible you are, and I’m sure there is still some energy in you somewhere.”

That is a lie, you are practically a ragdoll, nodding your consent before Yixing quickly begins to undress you, pulling your sweatpants down, and taking your underwear off with them. You roll over onto your side completely, facing the mirror as Yixing lies behind you, pulling one of your legs back over his, maybe he was right, it is good you are flexible, and without warning enters you harshly, if not for him holding you across the chest and shoulder, you would have fallen for sure. Your eyes roll back as he starts off fast, knocking the wind out of you but you still try desperately to cling on to anything you can reach.

“Laoshi,” You moan, teacher, “Am I doing okay?”

Yixing chuckles, thrusting particularly hard before he rolls himself back, bringing you up on top of him without pulling out. Your thighs burn as you try to match his pace, thrusting in from under you as you bounce on his cock, only held up by his hands on your waist. Your head rolls back, soundless cries of his name, his title, leave you over and over again.

“So good, my girl,” He groans, reaching upwards to tug your hair back, arching your back, “Just look at you, I could do whatever I wanted to you, couldn’t I?”

You whimper at the force in which he pulls your hair, the way that he fucks into you with such vigour and strength almost enough to render you unconscious. You swear you weren’t like this before meeting him, always confident and independent, but Yixing knew just how to break you. He had you corrupted, worked down into the desperate, willing whore that he desired, falling apart eventually, despite your stubbornness, for him to use, to fuck, to take from whenever you were ready. 

It felt so good to let go, something you had not done before meeting him, but so happily did now. There was something so empowering to be broken and fucked without needing to put in any more effort, at least not after the effort you put in that causes you to break in the first place. You watch yourself in the mirror, as Yixing repositions you again, this time on your hands and knees, ass up when he enters you, and you lean down on your forearms, head resting on your hands. You know that he is almost done, he loves watching himself, and loves watching you cum too, so always finds a way to enjoy this to the maximum.

“Are you ready, baby?” He asks, even though your body tells him the answer, “Cum for me, now.”

You never disobeyed him, falling apart easily with his encouragement, practically drooling as your pleasure washes over you in waves not unlike a tsunami. He pulls out only when you can’t take any more, collapsing down as he strokes himself to completion, cum shooting out of the tip of his cock and all up your back instead. When he has nothing left to give, he leans down to you, close to passing out on the floor and he kisses you softly, while your mind begins to clear and you come back down to earth.

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[hotchs-bitch]

Fluffy Feb Day 21- Chill

Warnings: established relationship, BAU reader, BAU dynamics, Jack exists but is not present, Aaron Is A Dad, alcohol

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 854

“I need a beer,” Morgan announces, wiping sweat off his forehead. “You know y’all picked the worst day to do this, right?”

JJ takes his paint roller away, setting it down on the table covered in cans of paint. It’s a sweltering hot August day, and you have to admit he’s right; this is the worst possible day to repaint your house.

But days off are so rare, and you and Aaron have been swearing up and down for months that as soon as you could paint the house, you would. Age has chipped away at the light brown paint the house came with, and it’s been in desperate need of a touch-up for longer than you’d like to admit. 

The conditions haven’t been right. You had three days off in June, only for rain to pound down on the house the entire time. Of course, the one weekend you’ve got free- and have enlisted the rest of the team to help you, with the promise of feeding them afterwards- the temperature is climbing well over 85° with the sun beating down on you and not a cloud in the sky. Just your luck.

“I know, I know. But it’s going to look so good when we’re done!” Your attempt to be chipper is met with a glare from Spencer, who probably hasn’t sweat this much since he had to pass the FBI physical fitness test.

“I remember food being mentioned. You definitely promised that we could eat,” Emily complains.

Aaron speaks up from where he’s fiddling with the grill. “I’m working on it. Damn thing won’t light,” he mutters. 

You feel the worst for him out of everyone; he’s about to spend twenty minutes slaving over a hot barbecue, and you just know he’ll be complaining about it once your friends have left.

That doesn’t mean you’re going to make it easy for him. He’s wearing cargo shorts and a pale blue t-shirt, clinging to him with sweat. “You have to wear the apron,” you chide, motioning to the fabric hanging off the side handle of the barbecue. 

“Honey, I can’t put on another layer. I might collapse,” he tries to argue. When you raise one eyebrow he relents immediately like the good husband that he is, scowling while he ties up the apron Rossi got him that reads ‘KISS THE COOK’ in red print across the front. “This is ridiculous.”

“Oh, but you look so cute!” It’s impossible to tell if the flush covering Aaron’s cheeks is a result of your words or the heat from the flame he’s managed to spark in the grill. “Who’s having burgers?”

“I’ll make enough for everyone,” Aaron says when he hears everyone speaking over each other, all requesting one or two. “Make yourselves comfortable. There’s beer chilling in the fridge.”

At the word chill, one runs down your back. A cold beverage is exactly what you need. “I’ll go grab them. Pen, can you give me a hand?” You call out, and she sets down her paintbrush and bucket to follow you to the garage.

The two of you enter it, and a wall of cold air hits you as soon as you step through the doorway. “That’s better,” she sighs with relief before walking over to the fridge and rummaging through it. 

She takes out as many beers as she can carry, condensation already gathering on the necks of the bottles. You bask in the coolness of the garage while she does so, taking in the relieving chill and momentary silence.

Music is playing from outside now, and when you follow her back out with your arms full of bottles you find everyone gathered on the patio, laughing and chatting while Aaron throws burgers on the grill like a pro. “Order up!” You holler, and the beers are barely set on the table before everyone grabs one and cracks it open.

You’re left with one in each hand, and you bring one over to Aaron. “How’s it going?” The beer is set down next to him, and he takes a long swallow while you fiddle with the condiments you brought out beforehand.

“It’s hot,” he mutters, as close to a complaint as he’ll get while you’ve got guests. “The drink helps.”

“Yeah, but we’re going to be glad when the house is done,” you remind him for the thousandth time. He turns his head to you, and you seize the moment to kiss him.

Jack is at a friend's house today. Usually, your kiss is interrupted with, “Ew, Dad!” or “Ew, Mom!”

You don’t know quite what you were expecting when Spencer whines, “Ew, Dad!” in the same tone Jack always does, but you burst into giggles and pull away.

“Your children are hungry,” you whisper to Aaron through giggles, and the corner of his mouth quirks up like he’s trying to fight a smile. “What? I was following instructions,” you defend the kiss by motioning to his apron.

“Whatever you say. Go, sit; they’ll be ready soon.” He shooes you in the direction of your friends. “And tell Reid that wasn’t funny.”

“Never.”

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[eternalowl]

Day 2 - First Kiss

Posted on ao3 with the title “I’d rather be dry (but at least I’m alive)”

““It’ll be fine,” he said. “It’s not going to rain at all,” he said. “WE WON’T GET SOAKED AT ALL,” HE SAID,” Thena ranted, gesturing wildly with her hands.

“I’m sorry! I must’ve looked at the wrong day!” Kingo said, trying to defend himself.

“No shit,” Ikaris deadpanned.

“Excuse me, but my CHILD is here.” Phastos glared at Ikaris.

I just wanted to eat my sandwich in peace but then the world just went “Nope. Abso-fucking-lutely d e n i e d”, Makkari complained with a dramatic flair of her wrists.

“Hey Ikaris, how about you fly up there and fight a cloud,” Druig suggested, desperately trying to fight back his laughter.

“Can’t fly, dumba- idiot.”

“That’s it. I’m just going to call an Uber,” Kingo said as he surrendered, throwing his arms up in the air and later pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Can I go with you?” Ajak asked, her damp hair clinging to her face.

“Sure. Anyone else?”

“I’m not walking out here anymore,” Sprite said, holding her soaked hood above her head.

“Can we join too?” Sersi asked.

“You can, but not Ikaris.”

“I might actually throw YOU into the sky instead of Druig.”

“Fine. You can go too.”

“Good idea on calling an Uber,” Ben said as he took his phone out of his pocket.

“You’re not coming with us?” Kingo asked.

“We’re a family of three and you guys are already trying to shove five people in a car,” Phastos deadpanned.

Can we go with you? Makkari asked for both herself and Druig.

“I guess we’re cramming five people into another car,” Phastos mumbled.

“Thena? Gil? Who are you going with?” Kingo asked.

“I’ll walk in the rain. I’m not a pussy,” Thena said, earning a loud laugh from Gilgamesh.

“Jack, earmuffs,” Phastos said to his son. Jack covered his ears with his hands, imitating earmuffs. “Thena, what the hell? Even Ikaris was able to restrain himself!”

“Oh, so you can swear?” Druig said, sounding slightly agitated.

“Say something like that one more time and you’ll lose the ability to say anything,” Thena said while glaring at Phastos, which earned a laugh from Druig.

“This is why she’s my favorite. Well, my favorite after my beautiful, beautiful Makkari,” Druig said, giving his girlfriend a warm smile and a light peck to the forehead.

“Okay, seriously, how long has that been going on for?” Phastos asked, wildly gesturing to the couple.

“About five days,” Kingo replied.

“Shut your mouth,” Druig said as he glared at the man.

“So mean…”

The Ubers arrived a few minutes later and the others were gone. Thena and Gilgamesh were left to walk alone in the rain.

“You wanted to take the Uber, didn’t you?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I just want to be with you.” Hearing that made Gil’s blood rush to his cheeks. “Also, my house isn’t too far from here anyway.”

Gil looked at the street sign. “Hm, I guess I wasn’t paying any attention,” he said with a chuckle.

The two walked slowly in silence for a bit. Thena let her head rest against one of Gil’s broad shoulders.

“Thank you,” Thena said out of nowhere. “For walking me home,” she added a few seconds later.

“No need to thank me; I’m always happy to spend time with you, even if it’s short like this,” Gil said, earning a warm smile from Thena.

About a minute later, Gil looked to the side and at Thena, who was still smiling. Her face was wet and her hair was drenched.

Why does she have to be so beautiful? Gil asked himself before blushing deeply and shaking his head as if to banish the thought.

Before either of them knew it, they were walking up to Thena’s front door. She fished into her pocket and retrieved her keys. She put the key in the door and opened it.

“If you want, you can stay until the rain passes,” Thena offered.

“It’s fine, I have some work to get done so I need to head back to my hotel room anyway.”

“Stop by tomorrow?”

“Of course!”

Thena walked back out and gave Gil a goodbye hug. After a few seconds, they pulled apart. When they pulled apart, Thena didn’t go back into her house. They both stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Eventually, Thena’s eyes drifted down to Gil’s lips. She placed a hand on Gil’s cheek and stood on the tips of her toes. She tilted her head and leaned in, placing and long and soft kiss on his lips and making his eyes widen. Gil then returned her kiss, still surprised at Thena’s sudden action. She wrapped her arms around his neck. One of her hands later made it into his hair as his hands drifted to her back. The rain continued to beat down on them as their need for each other increased. They pulled apart, breathing heavily and lips still centimeters away from each other’s.

After catching their breaths, they went back in. This time, their kisses were filled with hunger. Before anything could escalate to a point beyond return, they pulled away. They stayed close to each other for a little while, breaths mingling in the air between them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Thena said as she walked back into her house. She shut her door, leaving a dumbfounded Gilgamesh out in the rain on her doorstep.

Who could have known Thena felt the same way? he thought before he walked away from her front door.

[pretty-face-breaker]

Lost - WIJ Day 3

@whumpmasinjuly​

CW. political themes, discussion of potential for war, onset of a panic attack, plane hijacking, manhandling, threatening with a gun, detonation of an explosive, kidnapping

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Dawn brought a wave of warmth passing over Tariq’s skin, the smell of moss, and awfully bitter coffee. 

“Mr. Rahman, we’re back soon.” 

As the coffee-maker dinged lightly, Tariq watched the co-pilot snatch the pot and top off his paper cup. He returned a tired smile and thanked him as the earthy scent reached his lungs. 

It didn’t matter that the forest near the plane’s landing was so torrid that he could barely breathe or that the heat was eating him alive. If he needed anything right now, it was coffee. 

He had landed no more than thirty minutes ago. The Captain had mentioned something about needing to make a couple calls on the ground and, with the co-pilot out cold, they had rerouted to a runway built near a massive stretch of forest and a little lake that had put Tariq off 

He drank slowly, letting the bitter liquid wash away the crackly feeling in his throat. 

Not my best idea, Tariq admitted to himself a minute later. This suit’s already clinging to me.

Suits, suitcases, jackets folded away into the little plastic cabinets. There were more pleasant things than spending hours lightheaded and nauseous while reading and rereading his script, letting every word ring in his mind. Conjuring up reactions of the politicians.

“Look alive, people. Only a few hours left.” The pilot tossed a glance back to the diplomat, idling still over his coffee, pretending not to have heard.

Tariq ran after the party as they left the cabin. An unfamiliar jet caught his eye across the field and he began to look for someone to ask about that. The group was walking too fast, though. He felt as if he might get lost in the fog.

It’s just anxiety. Deep breathing. They already know about the other jet so there’s no use in asking about it, right?

Though, it was he who was going to sit in a conference of strangers and try to dissolve tension which - if it snapped - would end worse than his speech did. 

Tariq knew the neighbouring attack had been a false flag operation. He knew that. A lousy bid by a weaker nation to get a stronger one to mobilize against his own and it would be his job to assure their allies that exploitation was far from their intentions. That they wouldn’t meddle in another nation’s affairs. He knew that.

He wasn’t sure if they knew that.

After boarding the jet, Tariq flinched a bit as the door spun, shut, and clicked in place. There was something about boarding airplanes that threw him off of his balance and made him hesitant to stand up for any reason. 

Today, especially. 

Tariq took his own seat and buckled up as the pilots disappeared into the cockpit and the guards to the back. It was then he noticed that his fingertips were quivering a bit.

I really need to stop drinking that. 

Swearing quietly, he stood and left for the bathroom, giving the guards a nod on the way. They split and let him pass. He slipped into the stall and let the door shut him in with a small, suctioning click. 

The bathroom here was larger than they usually were on public planes and he was grateful for the space the government could afford him. Especially now, where he might keel over if he didn’t get a few precious minutes of silence and solitude. A curtain was oddly pulled at the back of the stall but Tariq hardly acknowledged it. 

Instead, he watched his hands wander to the sink, as if they were detached from his body, and then unconsciously hunched over. 

Five things you can see. 

His mind replayed what the agent had said earlier that week, about anxiety and keeping collected before things like this. It was just he never had to do something like this and with the fluttering in his chest, he breathed in gulps. His fingertips were cold. Sweat, there was enough on his face. Enough he could feel it cool. 

What if this ends badly? 

Four things you can touch. 

“Two nations, already plagued with a history of-...” Tariq gasped and clutched the metal sink harder until his head stopped spinning. Nope. Again. “Plagued with a history…”

Three things you can-

We can’t handle fucking armed conflict right now. I need to do this right.

“I encourage our allies to ignore the belligerence-” Suddenly, rustles from behind him broke his train of thought.

“Need a little help?” A dark voice asked from behind the curtain.

Tariq didn’t react quickly enough. By the time he had jumped up, a rough hand had already grabbed and pressed him back against the bathroom wall. Another hand clamped over his mouth, pressing so roughly against his jaw he thought it might crack. A knee between his legs, and his assailant’s face so close to his he could feel his satisfied exhale. 

“Mmph-!” 

“Well? Do you need a little help, diplomat?” the man repeated in a dangerous whisper. Tariq’s panic almost whited out his vision but he caught a glimpse of the man. His hair fell almost to his shoulders in clean but untamed strands, framing his sunglasses. He stood, frozen, as if his limbs had stopped working.

Trembling under the crushing grip on his face, Tariq’s eyes flickered to his mouth where he saw the remnants of a white scar. 

Before he could struggle, his assailant grabbed him by the shoulder to spin him around. The other one brought a cold hum of metal against his throat followed by a soft click. Tariq couldn’t stop shaking, suddenly fearing that if his heart hammered too hard against his ribs, that it might set the gun off. 

He couldn’t remember a word of his closing remarks.

The man smiled back nonchalantly at his white terror. “Now, are you going to do anything stupid?” 

Tariq made a sound of fear low in his throat. The weapon vibrated in response. “N-No.”

“Excellent. Now, in a moment, you and I are gonna walk out of this stall together. And when we get out-”

BANG. 

Tariq felt himself jolt back and yelp at the shockwave of whatever had just been set off outside the door but the man didn’t let him go far, gripping him roughly as if he didn’t appreciate the exclamation. Tariq’s breaths came in pants now, his shaking no longer controlled. “What the fuck?” 

His assailant tsked under his breath. “Do not panic. Open the door, Mr. Rahman.”

Tariq’s eyes had glazed over when the door swung open and what greeted him was smoke. Smoke, wreckage, and blood splatters on the windows of the jet, groaning from too many directions. His eyes darted around frantically, searching for a guard but found none who were standing. 

A few windows had been blown open. One of the women lay on the ground, clutching her eyes and breathing in stuttered gasps. One of them must have been a flash bang.

“Nobody move!” 

“Except you,” the man reminded him coldly, nudging him forward with the pistol. “Keep stepping forward until you find the exit.” 

“Hands up or you die!” 

“O-oh, God.” 

Tariq felt a chuckle against his back. “He won’t save you here, Mr. Rahman.” 

Forcing his legs to move, he dragged himself forward through the fog in trembling steps as unfamiliar faces swarmed the jet. Tying, threatening, growing more and more distant from him. He should have fought back, screamed, warned the guards before the grenade had gone off, and attempted to kick off his attacker. Bitten him. Something. 

“What do you want?” He whispered, knowing the man was close enough to hear him.

But he knew he couldn’t have done a thing.

"You’ll find out soon enough.”

Tariq kept moving forward robotically until he could no longer see anything, losing himself in the smoke.

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I’m not sure if this will be a new series but I started it last year and never posted it. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in the future!

[thebrideofmunson]

Eyes on the road

JJ Maybank x fem! reader smut

Word count: 1k

Summary: You try and get your boyfriend back for teasing you on a long drive, but end up paying the price

Warnings: fingering, orgasm denial, slight daddy kink, not practicing road safety, and unedited writing

The radio played softly in the background while the trees along the freeway passed you by. It was late at night and you and JJ were driving back from your date on the mainland. Content from your day you rested your head against the window while your boyfriend drove, his hand gently holding your thigh. You felt your eyelids growing heavy, but then you were jolted back awake by JJ’s hand traveling up your thigh. Looking over at him you watched how the street lights illuminated his sharp features and then casted shadows as the car passed underneath them. Instinctively you spread your legs to welcome his touch, leaning back and closing your eyes, but just as he reaches your clothed core he pulls away. Your eyes fly back open and you snap your head to look at your boyfriend. A needy whine escapes your lips causing JJ to smirk in response. Turning away from him to look out the window you cross your arms.

“Oh come on sweetheart don’t pout.” JJ teases you, but you ignore him and continue to stare out the window.

Ten minutes had passed and you were still unbelievably horny and slightly frustrated with your boyfriend. You readjust yourself in your seat, your thong accidentally brushing against your clit in the process. A soft sigh escapes your lips causing JJ to raise an eyebrow and look over at you. Seeing his reaction gives you an idea. Trying to hide your devious smile you unbuckle your seatbelt to give yourself enough room to slip off your underwear from under your dress.

“Baby what are you doing.” The car swerves ever so slightly as JJ looks down at the lacy black fabric you had discarded on the floor before he looks up at your face. Disregarding JJ you bring your fingers down to your clit, coating them in your juices as you circle around it.

“Oh fuck JJ.” You toss your head back against the seat as his name escapes your lips in a moan. Unable to look away from you JJ swerves the car again.

“(Y/N).” JJ warns you, but you don’t care. Picking up the pace you shamelessly let out lewd whines.

“Daddy I feel so good.” That sends JJ over the edge. Grabbing your wrist he pulls your hand away from your core. You stiffen up scared you were in trouble, but JJ replacing your hand with his own causes you to melt into the seat with a loud moan.

“You’re lucky I’m touching you with how bad you’re being.” JJ coats his fingers in your arousal before pushing two of them into you. You let a out a loud gasp at the feeling, but it quickly turns into a moan. Proud of himself JJ smirks.

“Look at you falling apart when I’m barely touching you. Does daddy feel better than your own fingers?” You pant out a yes in response, lifting one of your legs onto the seat to give JJ better access.

“Such an easy little slut for me.” JJ chuckles at you. You watch JJ in the dim light as he fingers you. His jaw was clenched as he watched the road with intense eyes, he knew if he looked at you for even a second he wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes off. The way his arm was angled caused his muscles to bulge, you grab onto it, resting the side of your face on his upperam. JJ curls his fingers inside of you and your eyes roll back. A knot builds in your stomach signifying your impending orgasm.

“Daddy I’m so close.” You felt so good you could barely speak. Unable to resist anymore JJ looks over at you. The sight of you clinging to his arm as his fingers move in and out of you was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He cusses under his breath, feeling himself get hard. Distracted, JJ swerves the car again causing him to mumble out another swear. Regaining his composure he draws his eyes back to the road and sets his jaw.

“I’d love to see you cum baby girl, but I don’t think you deserve it.” Annoyed you groan. Letting go of his arm you lean back against the seat once more.

“Daddy I need to.” JJ scoffs at you.

“Fine, but only if you beg for it.” Your boyfriend knew how much you hated to beg, but he could also feel how badly you needed to release. Determined to stand your ground you close your eyes and attempt to distract yourself by slowing your breathing.

“Ok so you’re gonna be like that.” JJ chuckles before slamming in and out of you faster. You cry out at the feeling. Instinctively you dig your nails the door handle and the center console. Relentlessly JJ continues at the same pace, but you still refuse to beg. The two of you continue this game until you can’t stand it. The knot in your stomach begins to burn and every single one of your muscles tightens up to the point it felt like they might snap. Tears stung your eyes. It felt like if this went on any longer you might pass out. You were left with no other option.

“Daddy please I need to cum.” With the tears now streaming down your face you looked at JJ. Unhappy with your efforts he kept his mouth tightly shut. You cried out needing to release. To further punish you JJ pressed his palm into your clit, causing you to just about sob.

“Please daddy it feels like I might pass out if I don’t cum right now. I’m sorry for being a bad girl, I just needed you so bad.” JJ could hear the pain in your voice as you pleaded for your release.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me.” A final cry left your body as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Your vision went blurry and for a second you felt like you were flying.

“Shit babe. I had no clue you could do that.” JJ smiled like a 13 year old boy who had just seen his first boob. He glanced between you and the road. Your face dropped in horror when you realized that you had just squirted all over the front seat and JJ’s hand.

“Oh no baby I’m so sorry. I just made a mess of your car.” You covered your face in embarrassment. Still in total awe of you JJ shook his head and smiled.

“Don’t apologize. That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. And don’t worry about my car, I’ll clean it in the morning.” You nod still slightly embarrassed. JJ puts his hand back on your thigh gently, rubbing reassuring circles into your skin.

“You ok princess.” His voice was coated in sweetness and concern, a stark contrast to his earlier tone.

“Yeah.” You gulp trying to steady your breath. Needing fresh air you crack your window.

A/N: one of these days I’ll write something that isn’t smut, today is not that day.

[kirascottage]

hey! could you write a fluff fic of lip gallagher x reader? maybe something where he’s protective? love your writing! - nina <3

always choosing you

lip gallagher x f. reader

summary: lip saves you while at a party.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: soft and protective lip all in one, swearing, alcohol, mentions of trauma, non-consensual touching (just the waist), mentions of violence, kissing, mentions of sex (1x)

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“Babe, this tastes disgusting.” You scowled while referring to the red solo cup in your hand. At your distasteful words, Lip’s head had whipped over to your twisted face, studying your wry grimace then looking at the poorly made drink most likely whipped up by a Sophomore that had no idea how to mix alcohol.

“Here, take mine.” Without a second thought, he quickly swapped the drink in your hand with his own, Vodka Cranberry. The drink he voluntarily handed you was a translucent shade of dull red and it fizzed at the top. Taking a sip, your brow arched in a consensus of the pleasant-tasting beverage.

To a family like the Gallagher’s, it was portrayed as a psychedelic for Lip Gallagher to be seen as a caring individual rather than a belligerent boy without any anger control. (especially to someone like Fiona) His emotional trauma merely enabling him to hide his concealed emotions from others, but like any other person, it took tremendous work that you were willing to put in.

“Hey, you wanna go soon?” His eyes naturally drifted around the party as he questioned you with a gentle hand sitting comfortably at your waist, his thumb moving slowly over the material of your shirt. “Sure, lower-class man parties are always a bummer.” You mutually agreed, glimpsing as to how his eyes travel across the room to a familiar redhead.

“I’m gonna go tell Ian, you good here?” His thumb pointed in a backwards direction as he walked the same way, you nodded in approval before he was off with his shoes tapping in sync to the music as he proceeded to the Kitchen while you stood in the living room against a wall.

It wasn’t usual for Lip to willingly leave you alone, especially in social situations like this one with intoxicated teenagers at your every corner. He once claimed a wannabe Tristan Dugray from Gilmore Girls would sweep you off your feet and carry you off to the sunset but you declared that would be spurious.

You picked at your nails for the first few minutes, growing bored as you waited, your fingers following the curvature of the cup along with the slight indentations and lines as your patience grew thin. Most likely Ian was stuck in a conversation with long-haired Milkovich, and he wouldn’t wanna leave just yet, his usual stall techniques including whining to his eldest brother.

Your evident impatience had swallowed you whole, eventually abandoning the remains of the drink at a battered table so your arms could cross in front of your chest and your foot tapped insanely quick against the floor. Now that tapping would've bothered anyone as the music vibrated through the drywall and the neighbours were nearing annoyance with the deliberation of filing a noise complaint.

As you were just about to set off to the kitchen, slender fingers gripped at your belt loops hauling you closer to the point your rear had struck the male stranger's chest.

“Hey! What the fu—“

“What’re you doing here all alone?” You attempted to harshly to move away at the poor tone of male seduction but the firm grip on your denim loops was restricting you from such.

“You see, I'm not alone so if you’d—“ You gestured impatiently to his hand with a curt glint in your tone whilst looking back at him; but, he cut you off with a brisk ‘S’alright, baby. I’ll take care of you.’ And no intention of letting you go.

You huffed with a squirm as his disengaged hand grasped at your waist where the emptiness of Lip’s hand had formerly been. “I have a fucking boyfriend—“ You inevitably began to yell over the music at the boy you could recognize as Clint Eastwood from your English class with a drunken smirk plastered onto his features.

This time it wasn’t his slurred voice cutting you off once again, it was a familiar rage-ridden Gallagher. “Get your hands off my fucking girlfriend.” Lip’s baritone became hoarser by the word as his hands hastily gripped at the boy's collared shirt whilst you stumbled by Ian who had briskly caught your arm hoisting you upright.

“Sorry! Dude, I didn’t know she—“

“Really? I clearly fucking heard her say she had a boyfriend,” His scowling brows drew together tightly and his lips pursed at the boy's face trembling in justified fear; as the scene grew larger with frequent yells occurring from Lip, most attendees of the party queued in on the scene.

“I guess idiots like you don’t know how to take a fucking hint.” Lip would’ve severely beaten his face in till Clint was due a trip to the ER but your magnifying grip at the back of his torso was enough to subdue his nerves and release the male off to the side and make his way to the car while gripping your hand the silent way there as the music grew fainter.

The car ride was silent, Lip’s hands gripped the wheel hard enough for distinctive marks to melt into the leather of the disk-shaped circle. He was well indeed sober, the only drink he had consumed was the one he had given to you and mostly full when it came into your possession.

When the car paused in the Gallagher driveway, wordlessly, Ian had left the car to give the both of you a moment, cautiously entering the chaotic household where most of his siblings had been asleep; Fiona being the only one awake where she had been watching a movie with V as Debbie laid on her lap. Yet, Lip hadn’t even moved his hands from the ignition; he had barely even blinked or twitched.

“Lip,” Your voice whispered, filling in the empty void of the vehicle. He silently looked over with his head slumped against the head seat, “What’s wrong?” Another whisper, your fingers rested comfortably on his knee.

“I just—“ He sighed, “—I don’t like the way he was touching you. Nobody should touch you like that.” He paused thoughtfully amid his heated sentence, clearly hesitant. Though, you remained silent as you were taciturnly aware that he was nowhere near finished.

“What if he wasn’t a creep and it was some guy that could offer you so much better than I could. I don’t want you to get hurt, but I also don’t want to hurt you.” His cerulean optics drifted over to his knee where you had been drawing circles over the denim, his anxious eyes remaining focused before you spoke up and his attention had diverted back to you.

“So don’t.” You offered a faint smile, “You’re not your parents, Lip. Take it one day at a time, if you don’t want to hurt me then you’re not going to.” You shook your head as you spoke.

“You could’ve knocked that guy into oblivion but you didn’t, and I know why you didn’t. I’m not gonna push you; Just take it day by day with me, okay?” He lethargically nodded in response, drinking in your words slowly as they enveloped his brain in a tight squeeze. Your monologue clinging to his mind as he would require those words later on.

Silently, you drifted your eyes back to the house, your eyes retaining on the Gallagher residence as he spoke. “Stay the night?”

You returned your head back to him and grinned in response, pecking his lips a few times before hopping out of the car as he followed. Trudging towards the wrought gate as he gripped at your hand, gently leading you through his house but pausing once to wave at Fiona which she reciprocated with a gleeful nod and a wave.

You had thought you entered his shared room rather quietly, changing into a shrunken pair of basketball shorts and a navy blue sweater both of which had belonged to your boyfriend. As you climbed the bunk, an adolescent boy had begun speaking with sleep lacing his words, “You better not be having sex, I'm trying to sleep.” Carl finished with a snore as he shuffled.

You both hastily muffled your laughs whilst cautiously climbing into the top bunk where his sheets laid messily due to him not making his bed the morning prior. You took very little time situating yourselves, the tip of your chin laying on his shoulder, and you were laid on your stomach. Meanwhile, his arm curled around your back and his stomach had faced the texturized ceiling.

You both laid there silently for a few minutes, maybe even a half-hour. Most likely Ian had passed out on the couch, and Carl’s snores had filled the room so it was a guarantee that it was safe to speak without any eavesdropping.

“I’ll always choose you.”

For a moment you thought he was asleep as well by how still he remained, till his face had carefully turned millimeters from yours. “I don’t care if it’s an Italian mafia man or some belligerent idiot from English class. I’ll always choose you, Philip Gallagher.��� You muttered into his shoulder, a tinge of minor embarrassment creeping stealthily up your neck at the sappy confession.

“I’ll always choose you, too.” He whispered back, he wasn’t much for words but he could always muster up a considerable fraction of what you meant to him. Kissing the tip of your nose, he whispered again whilst placing his chin on your forehead. “Now go to sleep, or you’ll be bitchy in the morning.”

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POST IT POST IT PLS I NEED EREMIN

okay so.

cw: daddy eren getting put in his place, forced vouerysim, reader being a little shit and armin having balls, smut smut smut.

I've said this already but eren is crazy possessive. Its hot but its also a problem, armin only gets to fuck you when eren is there, how eren wants, and under his control. but eren can fuck you both whenever he wants, with or without the other person present. its weird because he loves you both, he really does. he just can't stop the jealous feeling in his gut, the possessiveness over you both. your pussy is his, seeing armin fuck it always drives him crazy. armins cock is his, seeing it sink between your lips makes him want to bite you.

and a dynamic like that can only work for so long because you and armin are as in love with eachother as you are with eren. you know its his insecurity, his fear that one or both of you will leave him, realize he's no good and it breaks your hearts to know he thinks that, but you also shouldn't need to ask permission, not all the time anyway, to fuck your other boyfriend.

so it all comes down to one night. you tell eren you both wanna please daddy and to let you both take care of him tonight, you're trying something new. eren is suspicious, but he lets his hands be tied up. he starts getting worried when you gag him with your panties, straddling his hips as armin sidles up behind you, reaching his hands up your shirt to cup your tits. "you've been a bad daddy" you tell him, working your hips in small circles over his hardening cock. "not letting your boyfriend and girlfriend play together. s'mean of you"

you smile a little smugly when his eyes blaze with fire, catching on, words muffled by your panties. "oh no" you giggle and crawl off him, flopping beside him as you spread your legs for armin. "see daddy, armin and i-" you break off as armin comes down over you to kiss you, moaning into his mouth when you feel his cock tease your slick entrance. you break apart with a string of spit, turning to look at eren coyly. "-belong to eachother. not just you"

erens fists clench so hard, his gaze promising murder. but his dick twitches traitorously when he flicks his eyes down, sees your folds part around armins cock as he slowly guides it inside. you both moan like whores, armin whimpering, "so tight, angel"

"mm" you moan, lifting your hips, encouraging him deeper. "your cock feels so good-" your eyes flick to meet erens "-sir"

eren is going to murder you both, he swears it. helpless to watch you both rock against eachother, make love to eachother like he's not even there....it makes his gut clench, because you're both so fucking beautiful. armin looks like a fucking ethereal being, with his soft hair mussed up from your fingers running through it, his red bitten lips curling around moans as he fills you over and over, the flush to his skin, the sweet praise he tells you. ",so good, so good, such a good little pussy baby. for me"

and you look so fucking beautiful taking his cock, pussy fluttering and spreading around his girth, sticky lips clinging to him everytime he drags out like you need him back inside. your moans, your cries, the sheen to your skin, the lift to your hips.

its torture but its so fucking hot and he's so fucking hard. he doesn't think he's ever been more turned on watching the two people he loves most in the world make eachother feel good. he starts unintentionally rutting his own hips to match armins pace into you, he wants to demand armin go faster but he can't, forced to take in the slow pace you both have set.

It feels like fucking eons with his dick aching and balls throbbing, when you finally gasp and cling to armins shoulders, "min- min- m'coming!"

"yeah, baby" and armin looks at eren for the first time since he slid inside your warm cunt. "come on daddy's cock"

oh, you fuck. eren fumes. almost creams his boxers when you cry out and cum, armins eyes fluttering shut as he whimpers and fucks his hips hard into yours, stilling as he hunches over you and pumps you full.

the afterglow is silent, you and armin taking your sweet time while eren feels like he's dying. he doesn't know if he wants to kill you both, rip your throats out or hold you and kiss you and pound you and punish you for acting on your own and reward you for being so fucking good together and making him almost jizz himself just by looking at you.

he's still conflicted when you detangle from armin, sweaty and flushed from good sex and squeeze yourself to his side. he's practically pouting when armin crawls to his other side. you take your panties out of his mouth and kiss him before he can speak.

tracing his jaw you tell him. "we don't belong to you, daddy"

armins lips trace the shell of his ear. "you belong to us"

eren gulps. because, in this moment. yeah, that fits.

____

and really he's still mad, but he can deal with that another time. he is still that needy insecure guy after all, but you take care of him and he lets you.

for the first time in a long time he bites down on your shoulder as armin sinks his cock into him from behind. groaning when he feels your pussy clench around him from where you're pinned under his weight. he's too turned on to worry about the vulnerability of it all, how he's clearly not in control when armin grinds his dick into him, moans into his shoulder "daddy, daddy, you feel so good. you're mine. mine"

"mine too" you whimper, leaning up and begging for a kiss which eren gives you, moaning into your mouth as armins pace rocks his cock into your slick walls. "my daddy"

armin reaches around him to interlock his fingers with yours, "my baby" and you squeeze his fingers. "my minmin"

"fuck" eren groans, because he refuses to catalog it as a whimper as armin hits that spot. he eats your lips, "m'yours. all yours. whatever you want just- make me cum, let daddy cum please"

you clench around him. "say your cock belongs to us"

"it does. fuck- i-its yours"

armin nips at his neck, fucking him harder, making eren rock you up the bed. "say you like watching us fuck. say we belong to eachother"

erens is so close to coming his eyes are rolling back. "you- you belong to eachother. oh my god. baby, you're gonna make daddy cum, fuck-" he drops his head into your neck as warm spurts of cum empty inside of you, making you whine happily.

he's so fucked out, he doesn't even react when armin pulls out of him. flops back onto the bed and just moans when you straddle his face, lazily lapping at your oversensitive clit, his own cum dripping onto his tongue as you and armin kiss sloppily, your hand jerking him off, your cunt grinding into his face. armin spills into your palm and you cream all over erens tongue.

the three of you pass out in minutes.

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when you wake up, you're cuddled next to armin. you blink blearily as you sit up, armin huffing sleepily as he cuddles close.

eren is leaning against the door frame, and he walks towards you when he sees you're awake. you blink at him when he reaches down and traces your cheek. "so, you and armin had fun last night" he says calmly. his dominance is back, you can tell, and you gulp.

"s-so did you" because you won't let him forget that.

he just smirks, crouching down so he's at eye level with you. "mm" he agrees. "I guess i did"

you start to smile "so-"

but his eyes go dark, and he grips your chin meanly "you played a mean game last night, baby. and you were the mastermind, huh? can't imagine armin would have the balls to stand up to me, know matter how much he wants your pussy. but you...." he taps your chin mockingly, "you're a scheming little brat"

you swallow as he stands back up. "what- what're you gonna do..."

he brushes a strand of your hair back from your face, glancing behind you at armin still asleep. he leans forward and pecks you. "go back to sleep" he starts to walk away, stopping at the door and turning to look at you. "you're gonna need alot of rest for the shit im gonna do. gotta show my dear girlfriend and boyfriend what happens when you piss daddy off"