#when i first opened it there were just a handful of flat folded bags and i was like ?? weird whys it got extra packaging?

[nerdie-faerie]

It's giving tealights flashbacks, why am I so bad at online shopping?

[notiddygxthgf]

2/2

★ pairings: choso kamo x f!reader

★ synopsis: Yuuji Itadori truly was the best friend a girl like you could ask for, but he wasn't the only reason you came to visit. (His older brother, the devilishly handsome Choso Kamo, had always been the apple of your eye).

★ c.w.: slow burn, friends to lovers, eventual smut, childhood sweethearts, kinda, mutual pining, choso with a tongue piercing, rough sex, cunnilingus, backshots, unprotected sex, regular people au, two year age gap, PWP.

★ a/n: part two! its all smut lol. anyway, like I said, this one shot is finished (just split btw two chaps bc theres 11k words). but if u comment and persuade me who knows! I can always do another. im a whore for ur validation.

★ w.c.; 5k

best friend's brother ; chapter index

YUUJI COOCHIE <3

|  come over tn?

|  i got smth i wanna run by u first

YOU

|  omw.

You stood on Itadori’s porch, finger poised over the doorbell a month after your eighteenth birthday. You had been anticipating to see your best friend, Itadori. But as the door swings open, what you don’t expect is to come face to face with Itadori’s older brother.

Your heart drops, and your breath catches in your throat as you take in his appearance. It felt for a moment as if time had stood still since you last saw him. He had only grown more handsome during your time apart. His dark hair was done back into two messy buns, deep bags residing beneath his deep eyes. 

Choso looked absolutely breathtaking . His fitted black tee clung to his chest and arms, showing off his toned physique, while the baggy black sweats he was sporting gave him an effortlessly cool appearance.

His presence exudes a magnetic charm that takes you back to when you were 17. His half smirk sends a wonton shiver down your spine.

“Hey there,” He says, deep, rich voice sending ripples of familiarity throughout your body.

When his lips pull away from his teeth, forming syllables and words, you couldn’t help but notice a small glint of metal near the tip of his tongue. You realized immediately what had seemed so different about him, and your eyes widened in surprise.

“You pierced your tongue?” You blurt out, unable to hide your shock.

Choso nearly snorts, though his eyes never leave yours. “You’re not surprised to see me?” He teases.

“I am,” You retort quickly, trying to regain your composure. “You’re home for the holidays?”

He nods, gaze still fixed on your red face. “Just came home last night.”

That would explain why I didn’t see you, you thought.

“I’m glad you came, though, I’ve been holding onto your birthday gift for a while now,” He sighed, stepping aside to let you into the house but keeping his arm braced on the doorframe. 

You slide under his muscular arm, doing your best to ignore the way your body bristled with electricity when you brushed up against him.

You set your bag on the ground near the door, kicking off your shoes and neatly pushing them aside while Choso locked the door behind you. 

“It’s in my room,” he said, passing you.

You followed him nervously up the stairs into his bedroom, heart pounding a little louder with every step. This would be the first time you would find yourself alone in Choso’s room, and you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

As you enter his bedroom, you drank in your surroundings – a rare sight. The room was a reflection of Choso’s personality; band tees all over the walls, sheets laid flat and clean, laundry sitting in a basket in a neat, folded pile – a subtle hint of organized chaos.

It felt both familiar and new at the same time. The air was thick with anticipation, and memories of your whirlwind summer fling with Choso came flooding back.

You brace your hands on the door. “Is Itadori home?” You ask him, hands tracing the doorframe while Choso rummaged through his drawer. You sat on his bed.

“Nah,” he replied casually.

Furrowing your brows, you tried to make sense of the situation. But told me to come over…

“Is he coming?” You tried again, voice tinged with uncertainty.

Choso rose up from the bedside drawer, extending a small box towards you with a slight grin. “Nope,” he said.

The realization hit you like a freight train. This was a fucking setup, and Itadori was the mastermind behind it all.

He wanted you alone with his brother. He knew about your fling with him. 

He didn’t notice when the two of you had disappeared to the pantry for ten minutes. 

Though the moment you returned to see him glancing at you with a curious brow raised, you knew he had finally caught on. Even if he didn’t say anything about it.

He knew.

He had set you up.

Your face was on fire. Still, you took the small box from Choso, an awkward smile on your face, and carefully undid the little bow. As you opened it, you revealed its contents – a tee shirt with Choso’s University crest on it, a glace pendant on a fabric necklace, and a box set of your favorite film saga.

Choso had never given you a gift for your birthday before, at least not anything beyond a card. Briefly, you wondered if it was his way of making up for your 18th birthday party, the one he had missed.

“Choso…” You began, a humorous grin on your lips. “Merch?”

He shrugged playfully, his gaze locked onto yours. “In case you miss me,” he replied, tone teasing yet sincere.

With a genuine smile, you leaned over and hugged him. “I love it,” you had told him.

Choso reached into the box for the necklace, gesturing for you to come closer. You leaned in, allowing him to loop the fabric over your head. His fingers brushed against your skin, your neck as he adjusted it.

He froze. You froze.

For a while, the room was quiet. There was an intense stare-off between you two. Choso cleared his throat, seemingly about to break the moment, but you had other plans. Gently, you gripped his chin between your index finger and your thumb, turning his head back to you. 

Gently, you tugged his lower lip down. He stuck his tongue out to wet the corner of his lips in return.

Your breath hitched as your gazes locked, and the air in the room shifted. Choso’s dark eyes shifted beneath your gaze, and you found yourself drawn closer to him.

You swallowed. “How bad did it hurt?” You asked, eyes fixed on the sliver of metal you had caught a glimpse of inside of his mouth.

Choso raised a finger towards his mouth, bringing your attention back to his tongue. “This?” He asked. “Hurt like a bitch, not gonna lie, but it healed up real nice.”

Wordlessly, he stuck his tongue out so you could see it up close. You examined it carefully – it really had healed up rather nicely. There was a small, silver ball wedged into the pink muscle. You wondered how it would feel on your lips, your neck, your body .

Choso closed his mouth. “I got it the first weekend after move-in day,” He explained.

“Why?” You inquired, curiosity finally getting the better of you.

He shrugged with a smirk, “Thought it would look hot. What do you think?”

“I think it looks like a pain in the ass,” You retorted. “Don’t any of the girls you kiss complain about that thing?”

“Quite the contrary,” he remarked, licking his lips. “Why’d you ask?”

You tried to ignore the jealousy that bubbled up inside of you, deep inside of you at the thought of him kissing other girls. You had to remind yourself who you were talking to here. You would have been naive to expect loyalty from a college freshman.

“Looks cold,” you commented instead. “I don’t imagine that would feel very good.”

And his eyes, those dark, beautiful cesspools of emotion, dropped down to your lips, lingering for a moment too long before returning to meet your gaze. “You wanna find out?” He asked.

“Piss off,” You scoffed, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. But the blush on your cheeks betrayed the effect his words had on you. “Fuckin’ tease.”

He didn’t move back. No, instead, he leaned in a little closer. “You sure?” He whispered, warm breath grazing the shell of your ear. “I can show you how good it feels, if you want.”

And that’s how you wound up here, with his face buried between your legs. He kissed his way up and down the skin of your thighs. You made quick work of his twin buns, tugging the ties out of his hair.

His lips curled into a knowing smirk. He lifted one of your legs onto his broad shoulder, running his tongue along the length of your inner thigh, pressing a kiss right where your ass met your legs. The metal ball on his tongue felt odd against your skin, but not necessarily unpleasurable.

You had never gone this far with him before. You were turned on beyond comprehension, hungry eyes drinking in the rosey hue that dusted his pale complexion while he sucked on your skin – hard enough for it to hurt, hard enough to leave a mark. 

Tenderly, Choso reached for your panties. He appeared to be on the precipice of a decision. 

“Can I…” He panted, trailing his thumb over the thin piece of fabric that separated the two of you. “Can I take these off?”

You nodded quickly, lifting your hips up for him while he guided the panties off of your legs. 

He licked his lips and parted your legs a second time, fully exposing you to his ravenous gaze. 

“You look like heaven,” He breathed out, voice trembling. He took a moment to admire you, smiling at the way you tried to hide your face. “Wanna taste…”

You had never done this before. The one man you had ever dared to hook up with hadn’t bothered. So you swallowed the lump in your throat, watching him get down on all fours and dip his head down between your legs like a man with his head bowed in worship. 

Though you were far from holy, in that moment, you felt like you were God.

His tongue was hot and wet against your skin, licking a stripe from bottom to top. The metal ball of his tongue piercing caught on your puffy clit, eliciting a quiet gasp. 

“Feel good, baby?” He teased, relishing in the way your thighs tensed around his head. His eyes flitted between you and your pussy – spread open for him like a buffet – pupils blown wide with desire. His pink lips parted around his tongue a second time, and this time you watched him.

Watched him press the metal ball against your clit, rolling over it in slow, steady circles.

You felt like you could die here. 

He adjusted his grip on your hips, pulling you down on the bed until you felt his nose pressing in between your folds. He kissed your heat, moaning into you.  Then, without so much as a warning, he began to eat you out like a starved man.

“Fuck, Cho–” You cried out for him, reaching down to tangle your fingers into his inky black tresses. You had never felt so good in your life, like he had been waiting for this as long as you had. You were sensitive, far too sensitive to comprehend the way your body felt, the way his tongue piercing felt as it glided over your hot flesh.

He didn’t slow down. He licked, slurped, and kissed your swollen clit, keeping that unforgiving pace up until your hips began to jump against his tongue.

“Shit,” You hissed,

He moaned into you in response, meeting your gaze with an intense fire burning behind his eyes. His tongue massaged you up to what you know would be the hardest orgasm of your life – that damn piece of metal made for one hell of a stimulant. It felt like it was pressing right up into your pressure points, deeper than his tongue was able to reach.

You felt yourself come apart at the seams, reduced to a moaning mess in a matter of minutes, riding his tongue like your life depended on it. He stopped moving for a moment, letting you grip him by the hair and ride his face. 

You couldn’t look away.

He looked amazing, fire burning behind his eyes, fingertips biting into the skin of your thighs, brows furrowed with concentration. His eyes never left yours, not even once.

You dropped your head onto the pillow, sitting back and allowing him to resume what he had been doing earlier – that thing with his tongue. 

And resume it he did, assuming a more demanding pace this time. It almost made you want to cry – the pace, the ball on his tongue – it was almost too much to bear. It felt so good.

You felt that familiar coil in your abdomen, almost like you were about to cum, then in a moment’s width he had pulled away. 

You struggled to regain your surroundings, vision cloudy and hazy with pleasure. You could hear your rampant heartbeat racing in your own ears. 

Choso leaned back with a stretch, cracking his neck and licking his lips. The entirebottom half of his face was drenched, dripping with an obscene mixture of your slick and his spit. 

He looked gorgeous, even when his face was tinted red. 

“Choso…” You breathed, letting a breathless chuckle slip between your parted lips.

He grinned back at you. “Any complaints?”

You didn’t glorify him with a response, gripping him by the fabric of his shirt and tugging him up and over you. You searched for his lips, locking them between yours in a messy, heated kiss. The taste of you lingered on his tongue, tangy and a little sweet.

“Shut up and fuck me, Kamo,” You panted with a grin of your own.

That was all he needed to push you onto your back, diving back in to ravage your lips again. It was all a rushed, passionate haze – he tugged your tee shirt over your head, you shoved your skirt down to your ankles and kicked it off the side of the bed. He leaned back with a stretch to reach for the back of his shirt, tugging it over his head and flinging it to the side. 

Your mouth nearly watered for him. He was everything you had dreamed of and so much more. Well defined arms, pecs, abs – a few tattoos littered the broad expanse of his chest. His torso tapered down into a thin, slutty waist. You let your hand slide down his abdomen, eliciting a quiet groan from him as your painted fingernails caught on his toned abs, ghosted over the large tent in his sweats that left nothing to the imagination. 

He was big. Bigger than you had anticipated. The last man you were with was about 3 inches (which was probably for the better, because it had been your first time). He felt about three times as big as that. Maybe more.

It didn’t take long for him to flip you onto your stomach, pulling your ass flush against his navel. He reached for a handful of your hair, jerking your head to the side, then uttered against your ear, “G’nna fuck that attitude right out’ta you.”

He left you for a moment while he undid the strings of his sweatpants. You couldn’t watch. You knew if you saw it, you would have doubts. 

But you found yourself looking back anyway, right as he had told you. “Wanna reach into that drawer and grab me a condom?”

“Are you um…” You swallowed. “You don’t have any diseases, do you?”

You knew you were clean because you were so disgusted by the man you had hooked up with before Choso that you’d taken yourself to the planned parenthood in town the day after to be tested. Even if you had used a condom.

Choso’s brow quirked up at that. “No, I don’t have any STDs. I get tested twice a year.”

Oh. Okay.

Again, you didn’t want to think about how many women had taken his dick before you. 

“Never gone raw before, though,” He mused quietly, hand rubbing mindless circles over the skin of your ass. 

“Really?” You asked.

“Is that a surprise?” He retorted, though he didn’t seem very hurt by your comment. “Can’t babytrap me.”

You thought about definitely didn’t think about Choso being a father. 

“Is there any way for you to, like…” You hummed, trailing off. Your inexperience had never been more disgustingly apparent. “Pull out?”

“You’re talking like this is your first time,” he laughed breathily.

You paused. His eyes widened.

“Is… this your first time?” He asked again.

“I had sex with this one guy from my class a while ago,” You said after an awkward silence. “He was small and, like, really bad at it.”

Choso seemed humored by your honest admission, though it came at the expense of your own embarrassment. “Why’d you go through with it, then?”

“I only did it to get back at you,” You turned your head back to the pillowcase below you. With a pout, you admitted, “Thought for some reason that by me having sex, I was proving something. I was younger and stupider, okay?”

“So… you’ve only had sex once?” He asked. You didn’t realize this was an interrogation. 

You nodded embarrasedly. Somehow this was more humiliating than being spread open for him like you were right now.

“You sure you want this?” He hummed, roaching forward to tuck your hair behind your ear. It was strangely intimate. When you nodded, he sighed. “We’ll go slow, then. I don’t wanna hurt you–”

“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile,” You cut him off, finally turning back to look at him. “I can take it, okay? Just answer the damn question.”

Choso leaned down over you, pinning you into the bed, kissing down your spine. “We can… do backshots,” he murmured against your skin. “Want that?”

“Mhm,” You sighed, easing into his touch.

You had waited far too long for this for something like a condom to get in between the two of you. You wanted to feel him. All of him. 

Choso rolled back, slipping his tip between your fold and swiping it through your slick. You watched him, watched the way he bit his lip at the sensation, eyes glued onto the place where you met him . 

He pursed his lips, letting spit fall from his lips. You watched it dribble down, landing right onto your twitching hole. 

That was so fucking hot .

Then, without a word of warning, he pushed the tip in. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, feeling the burn, the stretch of his girth inside of you. He paused for a moment when the tip was the only thing inside of you, brows drawn together, breaths shallow.

It took everything you had not to cry out in pain. You had been waiting your whole life for this.

But, shit, it hurt. He was big. You felt your body struggle to accommodate him.

Maybe some prep should have been in order…

Oh well, gotta see it through.

As if sensing your internal dilemma, Choso reached down, intertwining his fingers with yours. He placed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. 

“You okay?” He asked you.

No . Yes.

“Yeah,” You bit out. “Just… I ‘jus need a minute.”

“Just tell me when,” he pressed another kiss to your hot skin. “You’re doing so good.”

It took you a few more minutes to adjust to him. Every minute, he would slip in a little further, just enough to make your skin hot and flushed. You could feel him throbbing inside of you, throbbing against your spongy walls.

Eventually, you gave him the green light. And, fuck, it was like something inside of him had snapped. He slid the rest of the way in until his hips were flush with your ass. He drew out, slowly, then thrust back in again.

It felt like he was pulling you apart over and over again, snapping his hips against yours in a progressively harder fashion. 

Choso whimpered quitedly, pausing his harsh movements to change pace. You clenched around him in response, something that made him double over. “Ah, fuck,” He gasped. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

He drew back, thrusting into you once more. You felt your whole body jolt forward with a loud moan of your own.

With wild, passionate eyes, Choso pulled out again, leaving just enough room for the tip. Then, he slammed back into you. Again, again, again – he was relishing in the way you cried into the pillow.

“Fuck, fuck,” You chanted, like some sort of sinful prayer. “ Fuck me, Cho– ”

“Might not last long if you keep callin’ my name like that,” He gasped, tangling a large hand into your messy tresses and gripping it tightly. 

You drew your brows together, allowing yourself to be lost in the pleasure, the attention he was giving you. What would Itadori think, you wondered, if he walked in on you like this – face down ass up in his big brother’s bed?

“Choso ,” You groaned into the pillow. It felt like he was scratching an itch deep inside of you – not your coochie, but your soul. It felt like you were made for this. “ Choso, Fuck. ”

Itadori slipped into his house with a quiet sigh. He kicked his shoes off, set his bag down on the floor, and then reached for his scarf. It had been one long, hellish day. He felt bad making you wait for him, but he didn’t doubt that you would have made yourself right at home in his bedroom by now. You were probably sprawled out over his bed, passed out or playing with his PS5.

He froze when he heard something come from upstairs. It sounded like furniture being moved around, or something like that. There were voices, too.

With knitted brows, he walked hesitantly towards the stairs. Was it coming from up there?

“Fuck, Choso,” He heard a vaguely familiar – albeit very muffled voice – moan. 

It was you. You and another muffled voice.

“Choso, Choso!” 

“Right there?”

“Fuck– yes! Don’t stop!”

He quirked a brow. Then, with a sigh and a dejected shake of his head, he hid away in the kitchen.

“Please!” You gasped, you fumbled around behind you in search of his hand. He grabbed it, pinning your arm behind your back and thrusting into your sore pussy from a new angle – one that made you feel dizzy. You didn’t know how long the two of you had been going at it. All you knew was that you never wanted it to end, that your mind was a blissful haze.

Your body slid up against the bedsheets – up and down, up and down, clenched fingers leaving wrinkles in their wake. 

“Fuck me harder,” You pled.

And fuck you harder he sure did. His chest rolled against your backside, pinning you into the mattress and holding you right where he wanted you. Then he fucked you a little harder.

You were all but screaming his name at that point. “Choso–” 

The head of his cock was bullying into you, beating against that spot deep within you that made your feet fly up, rubbing the back of his thighs as if to tell him ‘ keep going’.You gripped the sheets with unwarranted strength, feeling yourself drip and clench around him – hearing the obscene squelch you made when the two of you met in the middle. 

“ Fu-u-uck ,” You cried, voice high and weak.

“Quit suckin’ me in like that,” He chuckled, though it was cut short by a deep, guttural groan as you did it again. “ Shit , you want kids or somethin’?”

There was a knot in your stomach. A vaguely familiar warmth that seemed to only grow hotter by the second.

“ So perfect, so wet ,” Choso commended you, licking the shell of your ear, peppering butterfly kisses to the back of your neck. Your name fell out of his pretty lips between a cacophony of sinful noises.

You felt yourself get lost in him, craning your head around to take another look at him. His angelic face, scrunched up with pleasure, mouth hanging open just slightly, pale face dusted with pink. Inky black hair plastered to his forehead and neck with sweat. The muscles in his chest and torso rippled.

“I’ve wanted you…” You gasped, trying your best to articulate despite the stimulation he was giving you – it was almost too much. “Since I was young – fuck .”

His hips stuttered. He pulled your hair away from your neck, kissing the junction where your jaw met your neck. 

He gripped your hair to crane your head back, slowing his thrusts to long, deep strokes that had you trembling. 

“The feeling was mutual,” Choso grunted, trying to keep himself together.

You felt your eyes roll almost all the way back into your fucking head, mouth hanging open, drooling shamelessly on his pillow, his sheets.

You were close. So close.

Those deep, lust-filled eyes of him weren’t doing anything to slow the train that was coming. Each thrust, each slide of his cockhead against your g-spot brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“You feel even better than I imagined,” He growled, and you nearly came right then and there. 

He moved his hands so that your hips were up in the air for him, bringing his other arm around your neck to pin you there. When he picked up pace this time, you felt yourself drip – like, actually drip – all over him.

I wanna have his kids .

Your moans and pleas matched the pace of his sloppy thrusts. He was getting close, too. You could hear it. No, seriously, noises like that should have been criminal.

The feeling of being filled by him was driving you up the wall – almost as hard as he was currently driving you into the mattress. You never wanted it to end. 

But, shit, it was about to.

“Choso,” You whimpered. He didn’t slow down. “Think ‘m g’nna cum.”

“Yeah?” he gritted out, breath fanning over your neck and your cheek. He reached a hand down, releasing your neck to rub slow circles on your puffy clit – a speed that felt foreign compared to the harsh strokes he was giving you, but not entirely unwelcome.

That was all it took to have you hurling towards the edge, ass jumping up and down to meet his thrust in the middle, to take as much of him in as you possibly could.

“Yeah, shit,” He gasped. He was trying to hold on for you, but you were making it realhard. “G’nna cum for me, baby? Lemme fuckin’ hear it.”

You were all but throwing it back on him, mindlessly chasing your release like a bitch in heat. The moment you got the green light, your orgasm snapped. You cried out his name one final time, arching your back all the way into the sheets, spasming wildly around him. The shock tore through you in waves.

Your hips jolted with hypersensitivity while he fucked you through it.

Choso’s hips stuttered. He twitched, like he couldn’t take another minute of this, then he remarked, “That was so fuckin’ hot, holy shit – fuck, wait–”

He slid out of you rapidly, leaving you to gasp at the sudden loss of him. The next thing you know, he was stroking himself to completion. He came with a broken whimper of your name, spurting ropes of warm cum all over your back.

You took a moment to catch your breath. He did the same. A few moments, actually.

The silence that followed was deafening. He groaned, running a shaky hand through his hair. You collapsed into the bed.

He had left the bedside at one point, though only for a moment before he returned with a warm wash rag. He cleaned his love paint off of your spine.

Then, tossing the rag into his hamper, he collapsed next to you.

You chuckled breathlessly, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him with all of the strength you had left in you (not much). “Shit…” 

“Shit,” he agreed, licking his lips. “You were great.”

“You were better,” You said. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk home tonight, though.”

Choso shrugged. He reached down, pulling the covers over the two of you. “Sleep here, then.”

Sleep here.

You recalled many nights of him walking girls to the door. Choso never let girls stay the night.

He wants me to spend the night with hiim.

You laughed, reveling in the irony of it all. Years and years of pining led you here, to this. “What would Itadori think?”

Choso threw an arm over your waist, pulling you closer to his side. “Fuck what Itadori thinks.”

Your world went black a moment later.

Your eyes fluttered open as you lay in the aftermath of a steamy evening with the man of your dreams. Choso, your best friend’s brother. The one you had fucked.

His lips were pressed into the slightest pout. You watched him snore, taking note of how peaceful he looked while he slept, taking note of the way his tousled black hair fell into his pretty face.

With a contented sigh, you reached for a shirt that lay nearby – his shirt. The one he had taken off yesterday. You slipped out from beneath the covers, padding quietly out of Choso’s bedroom. Your feet were quiet against the wooden steps.

As you entered the living room space, you contemplated sneaking into the kitchen in search of some much-needed sustenance. It had to have been later in the afternoon at that point – you assumed that you and Choso had been sleeping for a few hours, at least. Your stomach grumbled in agreement.

Just as you were about to step into the familiar kitchen, however, you froze. There, sitting at the table, munching on a Kit Kat bar like it was no one’s business, was her best friend. 

Itadori.

“Hey…” You said rather awkwardly, heart racing. “You’re… you’re home.”

Itadori quirked a brow, looking you up and down curiously. His eyes noticeably lingered on your neck, right were you had a sneaking suspicion Choso had marked you with his lips and teeth. 

“Hey,” He finally said. “You two finally done up there?”

“You heard that. Of course you did,” You sighed, dropping your stiff arms and plopping into the stool next to him at the kitchen island. You faceplanted into the cold surface, groaning, “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to know my brother’s good in bed,” Itadori took another bite. He placed a heart over his chest, feigning an exaggerated cry of, “ Choso– oh, Choso, don’t stop, I’m cu–”

“He told me you weren’t coming home,” You groaned, even louder this time. You were glad that Itadori couldn’t see the nasty shade of red that had painted your features.

“He lied,” Your best friend chuckled, crumpling the wrapper of his Kit Kat bar and tossing it in the trash bin. He stood off, dusting his hands on his pants, reaching for his phone. Then, like nothing had happened, he said,  “I’m ordering Chinese. You want?”

You raised your head at that, taking a slow glance at the room around the two of you. “I could go for some beef and broccoli…”

You loved the bond you had with Yuuji. Unbreakable, truly. Sometimes a little toocomfortable. This was, undoubtedly, one of those times.

Itadori dialed a few numbers into his phone. He paused, raising his brow again, “I think you’ve had enough meat tonight, don’t you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” You sighed, though you laughed a bit at his joke. 

Images of Choso flashed through your mind. The image of him spitting on the tip before slipping it in. The image of him tangling a fist in your hair, craning your head back to look at him while he pounded you into the mattress.

With a faint smirk of your own, you remarked. “You’re probably right. I should save room for all of the meat I’m gonna be eatin’ tonight after you go to bed.”

“Please shut up,” Itadori sighed, running the palms of his hands over his exasperated face. With a shake of his head, he held the phone up to his ear. “I really don’t want to think about my brother putting his dick in you. Not while dinner is also in the question.”

You shrugged. Your phone buzzed. Turning it over, you read the new message you had received.

CHOSO    just now

Whered u go beautiful

Your phone chimed a second time.

CHOSO    just now

Steamed dumplings n fried rice plz

You turned the screen over with a grin, telling Itadori. “Your brother wants steamed dumplings and fried rice.”

“I’d say fuck my brother, but tonight’s game night and I don’t want you taking that literally,” Itadori sighed. Still, he unmuted himself, telling the woman on the other side of the phone, “Another order of fried rice and dumplings, too, please.”

Yuuji Itadori really was the best friend a girl like you could ask for.

a/n: hi there my little steamed dumplins <33 lmk what u thought!!! I love reading ur comments and dms. again, this is a one shot, but I would totally drop another part if yall would like -- gotta show papa choso some love. comment and lmk what u think pookiesss

comments + reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

I obviously do not own jjk or anything related to it. please do not reproduce, copy, or translate my works anywhere. dont fk w me im a bruja.

taglist: @missphanosaur18 ,

wanna join the ' choso kamo ' taglist?| bfb; chapter index

[suguruplsr]

Any shoko content please 🥺

tired shoko

note : almost a month , here u go bby <3

,, x fem! reader , oral (f) + fingering , short n sweet

divider @/enchanthings

“please baby?” shoko mutters, pink lips grazing the skin of your thigh. you huff, looking down at your girlfriend from the end of your bed with a soft glare. your mentally exhausted girlfriend had come home after working an extended twelve hour shift at the hospital. something about an emergency with a patient.

but you could tell that the emergency must’ve been really bad with how her first thing to do when coming home was to kneel at your side. more like slumped. simply wanting to be put to sleep with the taste of your pussy.

but even so, you’re more worried about your girlfriend being malnourished. knowing damn well the only thing she eats is the meals you make before she goes to work, and what you put in her lunch bag. along with maybe three bottles of water. you hate to see her like this, so you want nothing more than to lift her into this bed and force her to take a nap while you cook something up for the love of your life.

“no sho, c’mon, we can do that tomorrow.” you grunt, reaching down to her luscious brown hair, which probably needs to be washed by now. “can’t wait,” she tuts, her hands spreading your thighs shamelessly and allowing her to place a kiss directed on your heat, through your shorts. “jus’ wanna eat this pussy, that’ll be enough for me, pretty.”

shoko presses closer, looking up at you as she practically inhales your pussy through the mere clothing. with the tingle of pleasure you feel, you try to not let it conflict you. “uh uh, gotta eat food first.” you pout, frowning. but you don’t have the strength to push her away, a patch of slick probably forming onto your panties. “i will after.” she retaliates, voice muffled as she pulls aside the cloth of your shorts.

you hate how weak you are to her advances.

“yesss, just like that!” you cry out, feeling the tongue attached to your girlfriend explore your folds. you both were in the bed now, you laid with your back arched and shoko between your thighs, sat up on her knees with a hand holding onto your hips, to then directly attack your clit.

with her head moving up and down, she repeats her movements. tongue slithering around your cunt, then her head goes up, mouth sucking your clit just enough to have your body shaking. then she goes back down. “i love you baby.” shoko mumbles, taking a breath before pushing her head down into your pussy.

your hand reaches for hers on your body, desperately trying to interlock them as her body slides down flat. “l-love you..” you stammer, unable to comprehend anything but the feeling of her slipping into your hole. “oh!” you squeeze your eyes tight, her mouth opening wide to let her mouth suckle anywhere it can.

you hear an unpleasant hum leave her, wanting you to say it correctly. she quickly leaves your pussy with a pop of her lips. shoko lays her head on your wet thigh, licking her lips lazily as she brings a hand up to your glistening cunt. “say it right f’me. won’t you sweetheart?” she looks up at you expectantly, holding your hand firmly.

you nod eagerly. but your voice cuts with a finger entering your pussy. slender and long, wedging its way into you without fail and pressing right where you need it most. “sho— ngh! shoko!” you whine, biting at your lips and trying to move against the finger.

shoko tuts, sliding it out to insert another one, messily playing with your cunny. and that’s just enough to have your eyes watering, the two fingers filling you nicely. “what’s wrong? s’ not hard sweetie.. or maybe i’m not doing enough..” she ponders, looking up at you with those beautiful brown eyes that make you want to fall to your knees.

you mewl, trying to give her your best frown. which emits a chuckle from her, curling her fingers and making you throw your head back, but then she stills, “please!” “please what? not gettin’ anything if you don’t say it baby..” she smiles, subtly turning her fingers in your gummy walls and making your nerves go crazy.

“okaayy,” you drawl, trying to catch your breath. you won’t be surprised if your girlfriend teases you again, but you try your best. yet, a suck on your clit has you screaming, “i love you!”. you cry out, getting a continuous movement of her fingers that has you trembling. shoko kisses your pearl as you fall apart, a deep sigh leaving her. “i love you too sweetheart.”

[wintersera]

would you be open to writing mommy!kim lip fucking reader with her strap

mommy!kimlip x f!reader

notes: felt like i needed to make reader a little bratty but i dont know if it’s bratty enough ☹️ kimlip is also a little mean.

cw: mommy kink, spanking, STRAP!!! (term cock is used for strap too), bratty reader (sorta), edging at the end?

word count: 0.9k

it’s currently 9am in the morning and it seems that lippie was in a horrible mood. you know how it is with her, sleeping at 8pm at night and waking up at 6am in the morning. but of course, oec are performing and she had to stay up late as hell.

now, as the youngest of the group, you were well… a bit of a brat. you wanted the attention of your mommy on you and not on whatever the manager was saying, so like an annoying little kid you came from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist.

the people around, and kimlip herself, were pretty much used to your behaviour, you’d always follow lippie around like a kid, hugging, touching, doing whatever to her. it seemed innocent at first, everyone just ignored what you were doing and carried on with their day, but as soon as you slithered your hands into her pockets to caress her thighs, she grew sort of annoyed and undeniably turned on. she wanted to listen to the manager so bad but your annoying ass was distracting her.

whispering under her breath “y/n stop. can’t you see i’m trying to listen?”

you ignored her.

continuing to rub your hands on her thighs, she had to stifle a moan. it was embarrassing for her, the manager questioning if she okay and if she was ill due to her flushed face. oh she was getting pissed off.

“we’re in public y/nie. save this for later or else…”

or else what? you thought to yourself. what is she gonna do with so many people in the room?

“manager. can i excuse myself? i need to have a talk with y/n. it’s important” with a stern tone and a cold look she turned to you… oh fuck you forgot that she was your leader.

dragging you outside the room and into another, she threw you into the wall with force, not enough to hurt you though. “what was that all about, huh?” her voice was flat, at this point you knew you were screwed.

“wait, sorry. i didn’t mean it.”

“didn't mean it? as if you weren’t trying to fuck me right in front of the manager” its as if her words were like daggers. cold and piercing. “why don’t you be a good girl for once and follow mommy's orders” reaching for the bag she brought with her, you couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to do. punish you? it seems like it. “strip. now.”

a shiver ran down your spine. strip? with the chances of someone walking into this room right now? “come on, obey mommys orders or else”

“o-okay mommy…” with ease, you took off your flimsy hoodie followed by your sweatpants, leaving you almost completely bare. it was embarrassing, she was standing there with full authority over your exposed body, lights on and everything.

“atta girl. now bend over”

and you did what you were told, fearing as if she was going to punish you badly when you got back to the dorms.

you wanted to please her, you obviously knew she was pissed off but you didn’t know it went to this extent. so with that in mind you spread open your pussy, arousal coating your folds.

if it wasn’t anymore humiliating, she suddenly slapped your ass, a loud thud echoing around the room. hissing at the hot throbbing pain in your cheek, it was quickly replaced by a feeling teasing your dripping hole.

“fuck- jungeun?!” another slap to your ass,

“that's mommy to you, another mistake and i’ll leave you here” hands on your hips, she steadies herself as she prepares you for her strap…? she brought her strap into the music bank changing rooms?

“oec we’re back on stage in 10 more minutes” panic starting to set into your body, what do you mean 15 more minutes? “m-mommy wait i don’t think we have enou-“ within seconds you feel her cock reach deep into your pussy, ramming into you without any mercy. an unbelievably loud moan ripping out from your throat, followed by the sound of her tutting in disapproval.

“be quiet”

fuck it was good. your legs were already shaking from the immense pleasure, her cock hitting your favourite place with every thrust. “oh my god, mommy- fuckfuckfuck slow down p-please” you could tell she loved being called ‘mommy’ noticing that whenever you call her that, she groans. her nails sinking hard into your skin leaving red stripes across the sides of your waist.

hands supporting yourself on the wall, you moan out loud on accident. as if you weren’t red before, your face was now flushed red, the embarassment was too much for you that you felt overwhelmed.

pulling your hair from behind, jungeun made you look back at her. eyebrows furrowed as she slams into your abused pussy relentlessly. “do i make you feel good? baby do i make your tight pussy feel good?” only focused on yourself you answered her with a small nod. unhappy with, your reaction she slapped your ass harder than earlier. “good girls use their words, are you gonna cum? tell mommy you’re gonna cum” the anger in her voice being oh so delicious, it was driving you so close to the edge.

“cum- cumming mommy pleasplease i’m cumming” legs beginning to spasm and your eyes rolling back, you felt your orgasm come close and then…. she pulls out. “what the fuck?” whining at the loss of her cock in you, sadness crosses your face, “why’d you pull out?”

she doesn’t answer, instead, she let’s your managers booming voice answer for you “oec, you’re about to get on stage” taking the strap of her, she places it back inside her backpack (specifically for the strap) walks to the door and stops before she could open it.

“if you perform well, i’ll think about letting that punishment go later” then she walks out without a care, leaving you without an orgasm. fuck…

[hannie-dul-set]

sunwater [teaser].

SYNOPSIS. this is how you get a merman boyfriend.

PAIRING. park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. merman! sunghoon, artist! reader, slight college! au, strangers to lovers, romance, modern fantasy, humor, suggestive. WARNINGS. swearning, drowning, dirty/inappropriate jokes, mentions of sex, things might get a lil spicy but No Explicit Smut, mermaid politics, reader says and does a lot of questionable shit (might add more as i progress!) WORD COUNT. full fic: est. 20k more or less. teaser: 1.3k RELEASE DATE. late july to early august.

NOTE. finally thought of a title last night and immediately made the header so i can post the teaser HAUHASDH. stemmed from a convo with a friend of mine (i quote "u reject every man woman person that tries to date u. little do they know, ur type isn't human 🤩").

anyway, send me an ask/dm to be added to the taglist! preview under the cut.

GANGNEUNG-SI, GANGWON-DO. The drive to the east coast is always nostalgic, like fragments of previous summers are powdered into the air and with every inhale of the breeze outside the car window fills you with the past— scraped knees from the rocky beachside, saltwater daydreams under bunny-shaped clouds, and the smell of paint and the sea melting together in early morning dews. It takes a little over an hour for the cab to roll up to your summer neighborhood. It takes twenty minutes of walking to get to your family’s vacation house situated right beside the sea.

“Welcome home.”

Your words echo in the empty living room and your own voice greets you with remembrance. A smile crawls onto your lips. Eggshell walls, sandy brown wooden panels, your favorite blue sofa matching the stripes on the rug underneath it, and the sheer cream curtains painted with the orange spills of the sunset through wall to ceiling windows— it’s a still life painting of last year’s summer. Prior to that, you still had plants around, but they kept dying, getting replaced and dying again until your neglectful guilt finally hit you. Throughout highschool, your family diligently spent time here every December and July. Now, it’s just you every summer and the caretaker that comes by every few months.

“I should call mom after dinner,” you hum, washing the dishes you found in the cupboards. Your first night here always ends early. By sunfall, you have a quick meal, wash up, tuck yourself into bed upstairs and allow yourself to be lulled to sleep by the sloshing waves of the nighttime sea. 

Four in the morning is when you start to feel alive.

The first thing you do upon waking up, pitch black sky with the sun still hiding behind the oceanline, you grab one of the bags you left on your living room sofa, slinging it over your shoulder before picking up a folded up easel leaned against the wall and two of the blank canvas panels stacked beside it. Your body moves mechanically, practiced and familiar movements— sliding the glass door open to the backyard and closing, feeling the sand wither underneath your bare soles until soft grains blend into jagged stone as you climb up the natural staircase of rocks, leading up to a solid flat plateau.

Is it safe to be painting on top of a cliff when you’ve just woken up? No. Have you been doing this every day since you were fourteen every summer you spend at your vacation home? Yes. 

When the sun starts to rise, you become invigorated with life that it almost feels like rebirth.

You haven’t fallen to your death yet, and you don’t have any plans to slip and succumb to its cold hands any time soon. Not until you manage to perfectly capture the image before your eyes at this very moment; neither your memories nor your imperfect renditions can compare to the vibrancy of the orange stained waves, the clarity white seafoam kissing its surface, and the beauty of flaming disk peeking from the firmament where the sky meets the sea in all its ephemeral glory.

It’s five-thirty when the sun fully emerges from the water. Your legs give in, and you fall onto the rocky ground with a sigh. All you could finish is the underpaint today. You’ll continue working tomorrow. 

Whenever someone asks you— why the fuck are you doing this? you never have a satisfying answer. It’s an exercise, it’s a routine; it’s the only time when I feel like I’m painting something worthwhile. You have countless pieces in galleries and exhibits, meaningless works with the highest praises from your professors, but they’re nothing worth the buzz of your fingertips whenever you chase the sunrise with your own paint-stained hands until it inevitably, ritualistically flies beyond your devoted reach.

The strain in your leg muscles takes forever to recover. You should remember to bring a stool tomorrow because although you don’t feel anything besides adrenaline whenever you attack the canvas with your brush, the aftertaste can be a little brutal. 

“Can’t you stay a little longer tomorrow?” you mumble to the orange tinted sky as you lay on the uneven ground, arms and legs spread out in vulnerability. When it doesn’t respond, you groan and pull yourself up. You could leave your painting materials here, but the probability of them getting thrown into the ocean by the wind is too high for your peace of mind.

As you collect your paint brushes and gather your extra paint tubes, your eyes keep getting pulled by the ocean’s songs. The scene before you has been imprinted in your retinas since you were seven. So when something appears amiss or changes, you can pick it apart immediately. A shift in the tides. A crack in the rock formation. Even a floating piece of driftwood from afar can’t slip away from your attention.

So when you find something— rather, someone emerging from the warm blue near the sprouting rocks, you drop your things and pace quickly to the edge to get a better look.

This is odd. This entire plot of land is private property, and it’s the only way to get into the water besides the island across it, which is still at least twenty miles away. Your eyebrows furrow, wondering how they got here, but when you get to the edge of the cliff, the rough terrain biting into your feet, your concerns are suddenly thrown into the water underneath you.

You can see the intruder’s face clearly now. Whoever he is, he’s breathtaking.

He’s gotten closer to the shore, resting his arms on the inky rock, half submerged into blue depths. The saltwater beads glisten like jewels on his porcelain skin, splashing sunlight into the water when he throws his head back before letting the ocean consume him once more. There’s a flicker of gold that splashes above the surface in a steady rhythmic wave, slowly moving further away.

You have found your new ocean sunrise. You don’t intend on letting him get away.

Splash!

Suddenly, all the warmth from your skin is stripped away as your body sinks into the sea, engulfed by the thick raptures of its waves. Though having been enamored by it for the better part of your life, you have never stepped into the ocean’s embrace— never dared to corrupt its ethereal beauty with your feeble humanity— that is, until now. You slowly feel heavier, and each second hurts more than the last, like the sun itself has entered your lungs and is burning you from the inside. Maybe you should have learned how to swim. Maybe you shouldn’t have jumped off the cliff in the rushing hopes of catching a fleeting stranger’s attention.

No one should underestimate the lengths an artist would go for their art. Just when your consciousness starts to slip, you see a spark in the dark water, slowly approaching before your eyelids flutter to a close. You can hear nothing. You feel nothing but the cold, until all of the sudden you’re gasping, coughing out water from your lungs and the jagged rock you’re laying on sinks its teeth into your wet palms.

There’s one person who could have saved you. You can’t believe your deranged plan worked.

You open your eyes and look above, your still beating heart burning into a frenzy and instead of the sunrise sky, your gaze meets a pair of stygian gemstones muddled with concern. A few droplets of water from his damp hair fall onto your cheeks. 

“Are you okay?”

Burnt stars form a constellation on his face. His lips are full and painted by coral hues. 

“I want to burn you in my memory.”

He’s even more breathtaking up close, it’s almost impossible to believe. Your gaze draws down, noticing how you’re caged between his arms, noticing the patchy waist bag loosely hanging on his bare hips over a makeshift skirt of fabric, noticing the iridescent gold flakes blending into his skin, shimmering under the sunlight from where his lower half should be.

You flit your eyes back up. His are now widened in panic.

Splash!

sunwater. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[knucklescum]

Motel Room - Billy Butcher x fem!Reader (The Boys)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x fem!reader (The Boys)

Word Count: 1719

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut (i was too pussy to actually write it lmao), ONE BED FIC!!! also you wear one of his shirts… 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Last time, it had been with Hughie. The time before, M.M. 

And now here you were, stood in the doorway of yet another shitty motel room as Billy fucking Butcher threw his bag onto the bed.

The bed. Singular.

You don’t even attempt to hide your annoyance as you shut the door, letting out a loud sigh.

“Come on, love.” he says, turning to you as he shimmies out of his coat. “I’m not that bad, am I?”

A scoff escapes your lips as you drop your duffle bag onto the desk, shaking your head as you remove your hoodie.

You fold your jumper up, placing it gently over the back of the desk chair as Butcher falls onto the mattress with a content hum.

“Not so fast, dickhead.” you say, your voice a dry laugh. “I’ll help you make a ‘lil bed on the floor.”

You lean over him, not even attempting to catch his eyes as you snatch up one of the pillows, throwing it onto the floor.

“I’m sure your coat will work as a blanket,” you say, tilting your head innocently, although your smirk tells Butcher all he needs to know.

“What,” he starts, sitting up on the edge of the mattress as you lean against the wall. “- makes you think I’m giving up this bed, sweetheart?”

He tilts his own head, mocking you with a similar shit-eating grin to your own.

“M.M gave me the bed. So did Hughie, you know,” you pause. “Like gentlemen?”

“Oh I’m the gentlest of them all, love. I’ll even give you a little cuddle if you fancy,” he smirks, nodding his head at you.

“Get fucked,” you whisper, quickly arming yourself with your jumper and launching it at his head.

To your dismay, he catches it with no problem, throwing it to the floor alongside the pillow.

“Now hang on a second, princess,” Butcher says, bringing a hand to his chin in faux confusion before pointing a finger at you. “Hughie told me you two shared the bed?”

Of course he did.

“Well, yeah,” you sigh. “I wasn’t going to let him sleep on the floor now, was I? He’s fragile.”

Butcher can’t help the small chuckle that slips out of his mouth before his face hardens again.

“So why am I sleeping on the floor?”

“Because you’re a cunt,” you say, flippant as you turn back to your bag, rummaging for your wallet. “I’m going to get a snack.”

“Grab me a-” you slam the door shut, ignoring Butcher and whatever request he may have had.

The cold night air was refreshing. You had spent an awfully long time just staring at the vending machine, any excuse to get away from that warm, tiny room where Butcher was, maybe, waiting for you.

In fairness, the vending machine was in serious need of a restock: the only things left were a singular packet of skittles and a redbull. 

“Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself as you input the code for the skittles, and then the redbull before finding the perfect spot on the side of the building for a good lean. Maybe it was the result of some kind of long forgotten trauma, or just a part of your being, but you’d always found that a nice, cold wall always brought you back to reality.

You cracked the can open, your back flat against the wall as you took a sip of the drink.

To this day, you weren’t entirely sure why being alone with Butcher made you so tense. The two of you met just after Becca went missing, when Butcher started his ‘mission’. From day one, he’d got under your skin - his snide remarks, his nicknames, the way he treated the other guys. But there was another side to him that, albeit unintentionally, he had let slip from time to time. He was genuinely funny, weirdly sweet - especially to you and Hughie, and he always had your back.

And you couldn’t deny the fact that you’d felt his eyes on you, occasionally. When you’d get out of the shower in the hideout wrapped in a towel, on hot days when you’d stroll out of your ‘room’ (a flimsily curtained off section of the basement) in just an oversized shirt. You were certain that you’d caught him watching you, but you know he would never admit it.

Quickly, you down the last of your energy drink before tossing the can into the bin, making your way back to the room. 

You’ve barely shut the door when Butcher jumps up from the bed, a wash of worry across his face before he quickly replaces it with his usual teasing expression.

“What were you doing out there? Foraging for a kitkat?” he asks. 

In the time you were gone he’d removed his boots and folded your jumper back on to the chair, as well as returned the pillow back to its spot on the bed. 

“This is all they had,” you say, throwing the bag of skittles vaguely in his direction as you tuck your wallet back into your bag.

He lets out a sigh as he opens the packet, immediately tipping half of the contents into his mouth.

“Save me some, asshole!” you exclaim.

After your internal battle at the vending machine, you give into your exhaustion and flop yourself on the bed, spread like a starfish directly in the centre. Pulling your eyes closed, you hear Butcher shuffle around the room and - is he undressing?

“Butcher, what the f-” you shout in a whisper, sitting up and keeping your eyes on his face, afraid to move your eyes anywhere else, just in case.

“What? Can’t a man change into his fucking jim-jams in peace?” he utters back to you, his voice a breath louder than yours.

“Jim-jams?” you mock. “Jesus christ, Butch.”

“If I’m going to be squished into this bed with you, I at least want to be fuckin’ comfortable,” he says, raising his hands in defence.

“There’s always the floor.”

“Fuck off, sweetheart,” he says, turning his back to you to pull his pyjamas on. 

When the two of you eventually look back to each other, it’s hard to stop your eyes from roaming over the entirety of his body. He’s ditched his shirt all together, donning only a pair of baggy, plaid bottoms.

“What?” he says as he returns to the bed, pushing your limbs out of the way as he parks himself on top of the duvet. “I saw Hughie’s, thought they looked quite nice.” He turns to face you, a questioning smirk on his face. “Is that alright with you?”

You nod your head before resting it back onto the pillow, sinking into the mattress as you become increasingly more aware of just how close you are to the man.

The two of you remain in your weirdly comfortable silence, your breaths becoming softer as you start to relax.

That is, until Butcher interrupts you.

“You’re sleeping in jeans?” he scoffs. “Get your fucking PJs on, love.”

You bring your hand to your face, rubbing your forehead before you sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and pushing yourself up onto your feet.

“You had your shoes on in the bed too? Mad fucking woman,” he utters, shaking his head as he watches you cross the room to your bag.

“I’m tired, alright? Fuck off,” you sigh.

Holding yourself up on the desk, you slide out of your trainers before turning your back to Butcher.

You feel around in your bag for a top to wear to bed, your hand meeting the soft material of one shirt in particular.

Shit.

Ignoring the feeling of the imminent questioning, you wrestle the shirt out of your bag, placing it on the side before removing your own top. Despite facing away from him, you can feel Butcher’s eyes on your bare back as you undo your bra, a small, satisfied hum escaping your lips as your tits fall freely.

Of course, he can’t see your front, but you’re sure he’s imagining.

Quickly, you pull the shirt over yourself, beginning to fasten the buttons when you hear Butcher’s breath hitch.

“Is that my shirt?” he says, his voice low.

“It’s comfy,” you shrug, shuffling out of your jeans before turning back to face him.

“I’m well aware,” he whispers.

Your eyes meet his almost instantly, his pupils large and dark, remaining focused on yours with each step you make closer to the bed. Closer to him.

He shuffles slightly closer to his edge of the bed, so much so that your skin doesn’t even brush his as you crawl back into the bed.

“I’m not going to bite you, Butcher,” you laugh, nodding your head for him to scoot closer. “Come on, you’re going to fall off the bed.”

He nods in response, moving maybe half a centimetre closer before stopping again.

“Jesus fucking christ, you can touch me, Butcher,” you sigh, making yourself comfortable on your side of the mattress. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, (y/n).”

“Oh.”

You and Butcher were very obviously not on the same page.

Your mind starts to race. He wants to touch you? Wait, fuck - he said your name! How long has he wanted this? Do you want this? Of course you do. You’ve wanted this for a while.

“You have no idea how much I want you, sweetheart,” he whispers. “I-I’m always thinking about you. It’s stupid, I know. You’re you and I’m, well, I’m a fucking state-”

You cut off his ramblings with your lips on his. There’s no sparks, no fireworks, but fuck it feels so right. 

He kisses back instantly, scooting closer to you, your chest brushing against his. A few seconds pass before he pulls away from you, a never ending distance between you once again.

“Sweetheart, I can’t. I’m too old - you’re too young to be messing about with someone like me,” he whispers, his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Stop denying yourself,” you utter. “You’re Billy fucking Butcher.”

In an instant, his lips return to their place on yours, his beard a soothing scratch on your face.

“You’re fucking right I am.”

[paeries]

a better teaser for domestic!harry

———

(note: soooOOOoooooo, i had to make a new google doc account because I ran out of room on the other. i lost some inspiration for sick of you, but like I said, i’ve been working on some other works for the time being, this being one of them. i went and reread the first teaser and thought immediately NO, so i redid it some, and here it is! ik nobody asked for it but i couldnt live with it any longer. kk ttyl 💋)

———

“Keep reading, I’m just going to rant a little bit. Try and drown me out.” She hummed, playing with her sock that was ruffled and scrunched up in some places at her ankles, “He was such a pig,” she started, “and Ben’s so lucky he looked like he actually liked the girl he was with, Harry, I swear to God, because otherwise I would’ve been home much, much earlier.” She gritted out through her clenched teeth, taking a calming breath and began playing with her hair. A habit of hers that always helped her relax. “Tell me why men think it’s totally okay to flat out say that they're a great lay- You know what, don’t answer that.. frankly, I’m in awe.” She huffed, shaking her head in disbelief and giggled as Harry peered over the top of his book, shaking his head and laughing while he lowered his book. “He didn’t… did he really?” He asked, chuckling as he leaned over to take his glasses off and set his book down. “He did! It was so embarrassing. I didn't know what to say.” Y/N whined, pouting as she looked at him, her head tilting to the side as she finally took in the relaxed state of him. Never before had a man so broad and long, managed to look so gentle. So homely. The sight had her biting her lip at the haunting tug of her heart as he rubbed at his eyes tiredly.

“Could’ve called me for an emergency excavation. Or at least told Benjamin. He’s a pal, would’ve understood.” He argued, raising a brow at her. She scoffed and scrunched her nose at him, “No, I couldn’t. Ben told me she was a very nervous girl. And I could tell she had relaxed and started enjoying herself once me and whatever-his-name-was started talking. So, naturally I, being the absolute angel that I am, took one for the team.” She shrugged, elbowing him in the side teasingly and reached over to his bowl of popcorn to fish one out. “They’re not stale, are they?” She asked, pausing just before popping one into her mouth, who knows when it was made. He widened his eyes at her and reached into the bowl to toss a few her way. “I made a bag about two hours ago thinking we were gonna try that movie out! Dickhead!” Y/N laughed and threw her handful at him as well. “I’m sorry, I forgot! At least I was miserable. Doesn’t that help console you in any way at all?” Doesn’t it help knowing I’d so much rather have been here curled up with you? “I suppose so.” He grumbled, grabbing the bowl and moving to stand. “C’mon,” He started, acting exasperated. “Let’s go make another.” And reached his hand out to help her up. “Grab that blanket too, will you? Just had it washed, I’d like to enjoy it, thanks.” He added, his eyes darting directly behind me to the blanket folded over his headboard. She laughed, her jaw falling slack at the newfound attitude. “Yes, sir.” She giggled, grabbing the blanket and stood, “Brought a pizza home too to share. Lost my appetite at the restaurant so I stopped ‘round Tonie’s on the way home.” She explained as she made her way to the kitchen again, Harry trailing behind. “Always so thoughtful, dove, thank you.” He hummed, striding to the furthest wall of the kitchen, poking his head through the cabinets as he rummaged around for another bag of popcorn. “Would you grab the parmesan and pepper flakes, while you’re in there please?” She asked, opening the box to plate up the pizzas for them and moved into the living room to set the plates down on the coffee table, hearing the microwave beep as he punched in a timer for the bag.

“S’really comin’ down out there, isn't it?” Harry said after some quiet, looking out the kitchen window as he waited for the popcorn to finish. She watched as he lost himself in thought, staring out the window, wondering what he was so distracted with. What’s worse was that she could feel her heartbeat in her ears, her throat, even her fingertips, as she set her hand over her chest to try and calm the throbbing that was bursting through her chest. “Yeah,” She responded quietly, not really sure if he was talking to himself. “Ominous, isn't it? Should’ve known it would be a shit night once the thunder started rumbling in.” And she swore she could just barely catch a hint of a smile from the tops of his cheeks, even with his head still turned mostly away. “Tried t’warn ya, did it?” He laughed, finally turning his head to her before retrieving the popcorn from the microwave and dumping it into a bowl. “Hey! Grab me a beer, would you?” She added quickly, before he could leave the kitchen. Harry turned on his heel, grabbing two beers, “That bad, huh? Y’never go f’beer.” He teased, turning the light off and taking a seat next to her on the couch. “Alright, y’settled? Better take a pee break now because m’not pausing for any reason this go around, got it?” He warned, laughing as she sheepishly got up to go to the bathroom ‘just in case’, he’d say. “The pizzas goin’ cold, Harry! Just start the movie.” She laughed, trying her best to get him to hear her through the door.

After she washed her hands, she sped through the hallway to sit back down, opening a beer and pulled her legs up onto the cushion. “Which one did you end up picking?” She murmured, taking a good swig before setting it back down to pick up a slice. “Interstellar. S’a big movie, lots of things to miss. Hence, why I made y’go to the bathroom beforehand.” He explained, pulling the throw blanket from his room over his lap, spreading it out to reach across hers as well. “Comfy?” He murmured, grabbing his own slice off his plate to take a bite. She nodded, watching his portion of a bite before getting back up, “M’bringing the whole damn box over.” She laughed out, hurrying into the kitchen to grab the entire box, as well as the rest of the six pack of beer in the fridge.

“Hurry back, it’s starting.” He hissed, playfully glaring as she sat them down on the coffee table. “Alright! Alright.” She giggled out, taking her place next to him to watch intently as the beginning scenes unfolded.

She risked a glance at Harry from the corner of her eye when she deemed it safe. He hardly moved if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest in order to breathe. His jaw tense, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes flickering quickly about the screen, he was focused. When he moved to grab a beer, she jumped and he laughed. “Y’can’t watch the movie, if you’re watchin’ me.” He mumbled, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I wasn’t watching you,” She huffed, swallowing thickly, “I was thinking about whether I locked the door behind me, and how I was going to tell you without bothering your focus.” “Y/N!” He huffed, shaking his head in mock disappointment while reaching for the remote to pause the movie. “Go and lock it.” He laughed, lifting both hands to rub his face. “Wha’ am I gonna do with you?” He laughed out, tugging the box of pizza closer to slide another slice out, kicking his socked feet up on the coffee table.

———

(aaaand there it is, for those that don’t know what i was complaining about, it was this. there isnt much difference but i feel better about it, ok??? this will also be on the masterlist from now on)

[lovejosephquinn]

Just and idea maybe you can elaborate on, imagine you and Joe broke up over idk what but he’s coming over to your apartment for his stuff and you do revenge makeup/outfit.One thing leads to another you end up in bed together and while he’s thinking things have gone back to normal and he’s taken back at the end you get yourself together hand him his box and say bye leaving him a little shocked

I'm not good at angst but I will give it a go, maybe it's time to break some hearts if it's good enough!!

Tysm for your request 💛 Under 18's DNI.

Word Count: 3k

Tagging the people that replied to my post: @itsfreakingbats @lma1986 @shawnamae87 @whoscamila @josephfakingquinn @joequinnisgod

It's true, everything had gone to shit since the day you and Joe ended things. It was all over a drunken kiss he'd had which spread like wildfire across the internet which you caught wind of pretty quickly. He admitted his wrongs when you'd asked and you told him you couldn't trust him, more or less down to the fact that he didn't tell you as soon as it'd happened. To which this broke your heart to have to see it the way you did, ending everything was hard because as much as it didn't seem that way; he was the greatest and best relationship you'd ever had.

It'd been a couple of weeks since Joe moved out of the flat you shared together, you'd felt sick to your stomach when you received contact from him for the first time since you broke up when he asked when he could come and collect the rest of his stuff. You'd arranged for him to come over this afternoon with every intention of not being there when he did so it hurt less and then just to lock the door behind him and repost the key through the letterbox. Yet something inside of you screamed for you to be there, to see his face when you opened the door, to muster the fakest smile to show him that you were ok. You were not.

You decided after pondering on whether to stay looking like you'd been dragged through a hedge backwards or whether you should make yourself look good, a show him what he's missing type of look. Going with the second option was a moment of spite on your part, but it'd feel good to see his jaw drop when you were up on your high horse. Sliding into your favourite jeans, a meshy long sleeved top which was highly revealing to the black bra underneath, you curled your hair and put on minimal to enough make up, spritzing yourself with your favourite perfume to finish the completed look, there was a knock at the door shortly after.

The entirety of your organs felt like they were going to regurgitate out of your mouth when you heard the sound coming from the front door. Your eyes immediately watering, your heart racing and a vile sense of nausea punching it's way through your stomach. You thought for a second if it was a good idea to just pretend you weren't in and have him come back another day, but then who'd see how good you'd made yourself look for nothing; putting on a brave face you sauntered to the door, unlocked it and swung it open.

"Hi oh-" Joe paused, scanning you up and down, a bag firmly clutched in his hands which he'd brought to collect his stuff.

"Hello." You bluntly replied, watching his eyes practically undress you.

"You look-" He sighed.

"I look?" You tilted your head to the side, folding your arms to bring attention to your revealing chest.

"Beautiful." Joe's eyes immediately fell to the ground and in that very second you just wanted to wrap your arms around him and cry. But you weren't letting go of what he'd done to ruin what you had and you had to remember that he was unfortunately still the one in the wrong and it was time to move on.

"Your stuffs on the sofa in a box, I got it all ready for you." You'd not given him entirely everything that belonged to him in the flat, you'd hid one of his sweaters in the back of your wardrobe for safe keeping; you know for if you ever missed him then at least you had somewhat of a piece of him to cuddle late at night. Eventually you hoped that feeling would be gone and you could just burn it, but it was still early days and seeing him right now was a contributing factor that you were not ready to get over this man.

"Oh, thank you." You gestured for him to come through and he walked by you, looking around the flat, chasing all the memories that flooded the walls of times you'd shared together.

"Looks good in here, you cleaned it up nicely." Joe's eyes were firmly back on you, the sparkle in them gleamed from the water cursing his eye lids.

"Yeah I-"

"I miss you." Joe interrupted abruptly, he just had to throw that one statement in there to get you sweating and oh boy did it.

"You made the choice to do what you did." You were seething, why in the world would he mutter those 3 delicate words at you that now have you wanting the ground to swallow you up.

"And I regret it everyday. Can't you just give me one more chance Y/N? I can't be without you. I'm not doing good, I'm not happy. I'm in a dark place without you by my side and I need you." Sniffles sounded from Joe's nose as tears finally made their way down his cheeks.

You stepped up to take a look at him, scanning him just as he had you, he did in fact look like shit, he'd grown his beard out, not taken care of his messy curls, looking like he'd just gotten out of bed. It was 3pm and this wasn't like Joe to look so out of it. Maybe he really did regret it, but was it a mistake? Or was it purely a purposeful need to kiss somebody else because he wanted to. You'll never know the truth because you weren't there when it happened, but you know it did so that was enough for you.

"Prove it." Joe's eyes grew, the chocolatey gaze which normally looked so warm and welcoming was darker than usual, two black hole's of doubt and misery stood before you.

Joe cupped your cheek with his hand, bringing his lips down to kiss you delicately, slowly and quickly, enough to pull back just so that he could test the waters to see if that's what you meant. You were heading into dangerous territory kissing him back, especially when he pulled away and you reached up immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to gain a deeper contact.

Joe's arms wrapped around the small of your back, pressing you against him, not letting go of what once was his, claiming what he could to try and make it all better. Your mind was running in circles, ten to the dozen trying to fathom why you were stood in the middle of your living room making out with your ex boyfriend, but your words had misconstrued the situation and had developed into something that should probably not have happened. But your evil and wicked broken heart was now searching for something further, something to break him, something to give him a taste of his own medicine. Would that make you the worse person? maybe, but you didn't particularly care.

You were brought back down to reality when his tongue made it's way into your mouth, gasping for air you quickly embraced the feeling of his muscle writhing around yours. The familiar feeling of his erection pressing up against your thigh was a welcomed one and the pit of your stomach was no longer feeling sick, but ridiculously turned on, bolts of electricity were being sent to your core and you were relishing the pleasantness of it; purely because you'd not felt this good about yourself or anything else in weeks. You pulled away, a breathless mess, panting inches away from his lips as Joe took a large unsatisfactory gulp of nerves.

"Is- is that what you meant?" Joe whispered.

You nodded slowly, not even registering that your head was moving without your body telling you too. Taking a hold of his hand and leading him to the sofa, pushing him down so he fell flat onto it, you climbed onto him, straddling his thighs, rubbing your hands up and down his chest and taking a heavy sigh before leaning over to his ear and replying "fuck me like it's the last time."

You didn't even get to the last word before Joe flipped you to lay down on the sofa, picking you up and putting you down like you were a rag doll, launching you right where he wanted you, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder abandoned and unwanted. Your body writhed as you felt his hands feel every ounce of naked skin touch you so beautifully, so careful to observe every part of you that was within his sights.

Joe moved himself into position between your spread legs, licking a stripe up your pretty panties before his eyes shot up to witness the whimper falling out of your mouth. "Yeah baby, is this what you want?" Baby. That word made you instantly feel sick again, but you quickly wavered it off with a nod and a small mhm to answer his question.

Pulling your underwear to the side, Joe dug in, not wasting a second in tasting your cunt, sucking rapidly against your swelling clit, spitting onto your hole so that he could gain better access to shove two fingers inside of you, flickering his tongue against the part of you aching most, kissing his soft lips against it, his free hand gripped to your thigh making small indents into your skin, keeping you in place, holding you like his life depended on it.

"Yes oh my god Joe- just like that." You arched your back, everything about what you were doing was so wrong but felt so right and he loathed the fact you were into it, pushing his face in deeper when your hands came down to tighten against his hair, rocking your hips over and over to create a rhythm that was pushing you further and further to the brink of release. His finger's felt so good inside of you, hitting all the right spots and pushing against your walls so skilfully, curling up just to where you liked it, hitting your sweet spot. Joe knew you inside and out, he knew what you craved and he knew what you weren't so fussed on and that was the irritating notion that you held deep inside of you, the fact he still had this hold on you.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, you saw stars, you had flashbacks of all the times you and Joe and shared intimate moments like this, tears sprouted out of your eyes, every emotion that was both beautiful and sinister was revealed. Your body jolted through the release, giving you a sense of fulfilment but also a disgusting realisation that this would never happen again.

Joe got up, wiping his mouth, his eyes magnetised to yours, watching the way you looked both happy and sad.

"You always tasted so beautiful too." Joe cooed lowly.

You bit your lip, washing away as quick as you could the deflated feeling as a way of getting Joe to continue his actions. Joe stood up before you, unbuttoning his trousers, taking down his boxers with them and letting them fall to the ground. Removing his creased up t-shirt and bringing himself back to his previous position, he cages himself above you, leaning on one elbow, you look down to watch his hand jerk his cock a couple of times, bringing your sights back up to see his features that are burning with desire.

"Fuck me Joe, hard." You almost say it like it's an order and Joe immediately complies. He pushes every inch inside of you, not even waiting to adjust before he thrusts at an erratic pace. His hips slam down on to you, his balls slap against your ass. Moans are flying in every single direction from the both of you. Your slick and his saliva from previously eating you out like a ravenous animal helped quicken the pace, he was railing you like he didn't care, like he hated you, giving you everything he could. He knew he wasn't going to last long from the way he was going, but he'd savour every second.

"You take me so well love, you always have. Oh my-" Joe screeched an exhale, lifting himself and pulling your legs to his shoulders, his hands gripping against your legs as he took a few more intense thrusts against you. Your hand fell to your clit, rubbing it in fast circular motions, wanting nothing more than to feel that release just one last time. Joe's eyes watched your movements and his head instantly fell back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his mouth dropping open so wide it could of caught flies.

"Shit, yes. You're so tight." Joe managed, bringing himself back down and kissing your neck, his tongue tingled from your perfume, the scent firmly moulded into his muscle and seeping into his taste buds. "Fuck I'm gonna-" You came in unison, milking him for all he was worth whilst your slick dripped out onto the sofa, he fell on top of you, his lungs burning for oxygen.

"Joe, you're crushing me." You uttered out loud, you were enjoying the weight of him on you, not wanting it to end but seemingly the deed was done and what was left?

"S-sorry." Joe pulled out and immediately took himself the few steps to the bathroom to clean up before coming out and getting dressed. You were already sat back up right on the sofa, fully clothed when he got back to you.

Joe eyed the box of his stuff that he'd not previously spotted, the reality of what he'd actually came for dawned upon him. He sat by your side, staring at you intently whilst you kept your eyes to your twiddling thumbs.

"That was amazing." Joe said.

"Yeah it was." You replied, you couldn't deny the fact. It shouldn't of happened, but your mother taught you that everything happens for a reason and this was revenge wasn't it? This was to get back at him, to crush him just as he had you.

"Surely this meant something, surely this isn't-"

"That was the last time." You continued to stare to the floor, but your peripheral vision could witness everything that Joe's emotions showed. His eyes grew cold, his body stiffened, his hand in mid air which had just gone to place itself on top of yours stood still.

"It can't be, our connection it's too strong, you know it is. Please I'm begging you, take me back, I can't live without you baby." Joe came back to life, previously feeling paralyzed to your words, his hand rested on top of yours and you immediately shook him off.

"It's over Joe, get your stuff and go." What a coward, what an idiot you were. Fucking your ex and then letting him off like that. Your intentions were thorough and you'd stuck to your guns which you were proud of, but you could almost pin point the moment you heard Joe's heart smash into smithereens.

"I can't-"

"I said, go." You looked up as Joe stood up to grab the box, not taking a second look back at you as he left his key on the coffee table as you asked, swiftly exiting and leaving you alone.

Why was your heart so full of regret? Why didn't you tell him not to go and to prove himself further? You knew yourself there was no getting over him anytime soon and doing what you'd done had just made it worse. You grabbed your phone, looking at the name in his contacts through fogged up lenses, you couldn't see shit for the tears which eluded your vision. You fell to the floor, shaking and cold, a mess. Right back where you started. You clicked the call button all of 15 minutes after, to which you were brought to an even more shocking detail when the phone didn't even ring, it instead beeped and cut the call off. Joe had blocked your number, he had done you a favour, stopping himself from being tempted to contact you. You'd truly lost him just as he'd lost you. But why did it hurt so bad?

Because you loved him, you always would.

[yourheartonfire]

The civilian eased the trapdoor open with a slowness that made the muscles in their shoulders and arm burn. As if this wasn't stressful enough, trying to enter the belltower loft at the exact right speed and volume. Not too fast and loud to startle... to startle them. But not too soft and slow to seem like they were sneaking up.

They'd left food here before, some blankets, a camp lantern and batteries, but always during the day. Never at night. Never when the... when the creature was in residence.

The civilian didn't like thinking about them as the creature, but they weren't sure what other term to use. The newspapers called them some kind of heroic mutant humanoid, the tv reporters wailed about a mad scientist's escaped experiment run amuck. As for the theories people passed about online... The civilian wasn't very religious, but they were pretty sure an angel wouldn't be so very physical.

The creature huddled in the southwest corner of the loft, where the light was weakest. All the protagonist could see was a massive heap of wings, the feathers twitching in the moonlight as they heaved up and down in slow breaths. There was a trail of feathers across the floor and a pinion the size of the civilian's arm stuck to the balcony ledge in a smear of red.

"Hi," the civilian whispered, wondering if they were about to die of unbelievable stupidity. "Hey there. I - I'm the one whose been leaving you things. I work here in the building, I'm..."

The feathers parted. A hawk eye, golden hued, gleamed in the darkness, fixed on the civilian. The civilian froze in place, hands up. "I saw the news footage today. You looked... I brought medical supplies." Slowly they pulled things out of their bag for the creature to see. Gauze. Disinfectant. Tape. "I can leave these here for you but, um. I actually have some first aid training. I can help you?"

It came out an awkward squeak. For a moment there was no other noise but the strained wheeze of the creature's breath. And then they let out a sigh, and let down their wings.

The civilian grabbed their gear and picked their way over the knobbled wooden planks as the creature grunted and shuffled around to turn their back. The civilian's breath caught at the red pock marks down the left shoulder from the joint of the wing down to the mid spine.

"Okay," they said out loud, as they pulled on the latex gloves. "I'm uh, going to have to clean this. It was a shotgun blast, wasn't it?"

The dark head - not feathered, it was hair, black hair - nodded. The muscles in their back jumped as civilian dabbed dry gauze over the skin, carefully brushing the smears of dirt and oil away from the edges of the wounds. Even through the fabric, through the gloves, they could feel heat radiating off the... the creature.

"Are you always this hot?" the civilian asked absently, then almost dropped the gauze in horror. "I mean, for temperature! Hot like, should we worry about infection or are you just..."

Below them there was a boom of a distant door opening.

The wings turned into a blizzard of motion. The civilian was blinded in a flurry of feathers, knocked to the floor and grabbed -

Everything went still again. The civilian was flat on their back and the creature... the creature was on top of them, pinning them at the hips and the shoulders; head up, wings flared, and eyes narrowed as they listened for any other sign of life.

"I came here alone," the civilian whispered. "There's no one else-"

The creature raised a clawed finger to their lips, still listening. But they eased off, their stance shifting from predatory to watchful. Their arm was trembling just with the strain of holding themselves up.

The civilian breathed and waited. The smell was overwhelming: a warm animal scent tinged with a gingery spiciness - but cut through with a metallic tang. All at once, the creature folded back their wings, fell back into a seated position beside the civilian, slumped in apin.

"There now, hang in there," the civilian said quietly, scrambling for their scattered medical supplies. "We can clean this tonight, maybe get some antibiotics for tomorrow..."

"Run hot," the creature said softly, in a voice that chimed like music.

The civilian jumped. "You speak?" they managed to gasp.

The creature shrugged, then winced as that moved their back muscles. They turned their face away, this time pointedly spreading those wings across the floor to reveal their bare back fully. "Help," they whispered. "Clean."

The civilian took a breath and grabbed the bottle of hydrogen peroxide. "Okay. Here we go," they whispered and went to it.

[saps0nap]

a wined dinner - sapnap

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption(wine), male blowjob, fem being eaten out, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking and swearing. minors DNI, please.

this is a small piggyback off a headcanon i wrote just a little ago, but the idea’s been floating around through other works too. this is it’s official post.

You found yourself, like on most nights recently, craving a nap and your comfortable bed you shared with your now husband, Nick.

You’ve been married almost 2 years, but you never let the opportunity fall flat to call him by his new nickname that you love.

You love using it in public, saying: “Oh, no that’s not for me, my husband ordered it.” with a smile, and you see from across you he turns a bright red.

But you sometimes loved it more, realizing the effect is more packed when you say, “Oh my god… we have to stop, my… my husband will be home any minute—” as you grip onto your dress that is pulled up to bunch at your waist while he thrusts into you against the dresser.

“He already is.” he would whisper against your ear before his hands would wrap around to your hips, letting his palms gently rest on your stomach to feel himself inside you.

The thought rushes you back to life, the tingling feeling throbbing at your core as you find yourself taking the exit off the highway and turning down your street a few minutes later.

You were horny, it was so obvious. You just hoped Nick wasn’t working by the time you came in, because you had no idea if getting yourself off upstairs in your shared bed would be enough.

It had been multiple times before, especially if you left the bedroom door open and let your raspiest moans out for him to hear all the way downstairs.

Or even better when you did it on the couch, letting the dildo slip in and out of your wet folds while he was working in the room just over from you.

It always typically worked out either way. You had at least one amazing orgasm alone, knowing the next would be from Sapnap and how he would say, “The hell is wrong with you, you know I can hear you right? Out here, moaning like your fucking The Rock or something. I’m right here. All you need.” as he’d take your legs and pin them up above you and drilled into your soaked pussy.

You did it on purpose.

But now, you were unsure if even your vibrator would fill your need.

You sighed as you grabbed your work bags from the backseat, trudging them up the walkway and slipping your key in the lock.

And it isn’t until you start to walk down the hall into the kitchen when… you notice the smell.

It wasn’t anything familiar, and that oddly made the hair on your neck raise a bit.

Who the fuck is here? You thought. Because it couldn’t be Nick. Poor thing couldn’t cook if his life depended on it. He had once tried to cook a grilled cheese and used just one stick of string cheese and two plain pieces of bread.

And this smell… well, it smelled good. Something you had never smelt before, odd, but so good.

It made your mouth fill with saliva, it was that good. And it was then that you carefully and quietly set your bags down before you slipped your shoes off and took a few more steps down toward the kitchen.

You heard it then too, the music.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on?

It was your favorite, Jazz.

You only ever listened to it when you were in a good mood, and considering what was going on right now, this definitely wouldn’t be your first choice.

But you warily carried on, and peeked your head around the corner only to see Nick in your apron with his back turned to you.

Dancing at the stove and swaying his hips a little.

He was dancing, in your apron.

He was cooking?!

You fully stepped into the room now, keeping your arrival hidden and just watched him.

It was kind of hot actually, seeing him in that paired with a white T-shirt that hugged at his arms and black sweat shorts—which perfectly showed off his perfect round butt by the way—, standing at the stove and humming the familiar chords of the jazz song to himself.

You saw him stop and pause, leaning over to his left to read off of something. A fucking cook book.

Who the hell was this man?

Nick added something that looked like chicken broth maybe? or a bouillon or something? You weren’t sure.

After all, you too weren’t all that familiar with cooking. It’s just that one of you had to know how to keep each other alive.

God, that sandwich.

It was so bad, and the cheese didn’t even melt all the way. But you smiled anyway and told him it was ‘different’ than any other grilled cheese you’d had before.

He was smiling so big and he was leaning over the counter at you like a child watching their parent look at a school project, wishing for approval and praise.

But now, he didn’t look like that anymore when he finally turned and saw you standing there.

He let out a yelp and staggered back a little, spilling a bit of the mystery liquid on himself.

“Oh! I didn’t even hear you come in. Hi.” he was beaming when he set the cup down, wiped his hands on your apron and hugged you like he hadn’t seen you in a week.

“I missed you. I’m glad you’re home.” Nick said, turning his face in toward your neck and leaving a kiss there before pulling apart from you.

“I… missed you too. What, are you doing?” you asked, looking away from him and pointing toward the mess that was your kitchen counters.

He looked a little embarrassed now, his hand going to the back of his neck and rubbing at the spot there, like he always did.

It was your favorite spot on him now that your thinking of it. Where you always rest your hand on the tiny mole that’s perfectly tucked just below the collar of tops.

You always find yourself reaching for it at the oddest of times, like it’s a comfort to you.

You hand always reaches there, your fingers brushing under the surface until you find it. And then you start to scratch.

Your nail always tries to remove it, and when you do Sapnap shrugs away from you. Sometimes more harshly than others.

“Stop that.” he says in a hushed tone.

Sometimes, when he can’t move far away enough to get out of your grasp, he swats a hand at your arm to snap you out of it.

And it always makes you stifle a laugh.

“I um… I decided, since we’ve both been working so much the past few weeks, and haven’t really had a lot of time to hang out so… Dinner!” and he held his hands out at his sides to emphasize his sentence.

Oh, dear.

“It smells… wonderful? You’re following a recipe?” you ask before your eyes drift up to his unruly pile of hair on top of his head, that for once wasn’t being smothered in a cap.

You loved the way his hair looked outside of the hat he always wore, and usually because it was early in the morning and messy as hell, right out of the shower where the soft curls fell in front of his face, or the feel of it in your hands while his head is in between your legs and you cum all over his mouth.

It also helped that it automatically made him 100 times hotter with it wild, which wasn’t as often as you’d like.

“Yeah. I’ve been looking online. I wanted to surprise you.” he says with a sly smile, and just as you feel his arms snake around your waist, he’s drawing your hips in flush to meet his.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, and you honestly want to say no.

Because you would much rather him fill you up than any other meal right now.

“Starving.” you stay instead, and you feel his lips on yours before a smile breaks across his and he murmurs “Good.”

After he finally releases you, you find your way to the fridge and draw yourself a small, appetizer sized glass of red wine and plant yourself on the counter ready to watch your new-found chef cook.

You turn to face his back now, seeing as he’s reaching for a spice in the cupboard to his right, which causes his white shirt to hike up and reveal his waist. What a slutty thing.

You watch as he stirs what in fact isn’t broth, but condensed milk into a casserole pan, then adds rice, chicken, and parsley on top before covering it with foil and sticking it in the oven.

You quickly come to the conclusion that you have never been hornier than you are right now, and following that, you have never wanted to have Nick’s —your husbands— cock shoved down your throat more after seeing him in such a surprisingly natural light.

You hadn’t realized until now how sweet the sentiment was— that he knew you guys didn’t get to spend as much time as you used to (which was true since you had to work longer shifts and he was doing practically the same) and he wanted to spend time with you… enough to learn how to cook a nice meal.

It touched your heart, knowing how much he cared, and how much he looks forward to you coming home, coming back to him.

You do too, seeing him is like an electric charge, and you can never ever get enough of him. It’s kind of gross, how much you love each other.

Which is why when he is finally done, with the dish in the oven, and his hands freshly washed, he lets his hands linger slowly up your thighs, looking you in the eye the entire time.

And it feels like forever. You feel his hands burning through you, melting away your skin. It feels exhilarating, not knowing his next move, never knowing his next move.

But a part of you does know, because it feels like you go on auto pilot the second his hands graze up your hips and find their way to your cheeks. Nick kisses you like your the sun, like he’s just a star in your orbit.

He reels you into him, his right hand —like always— scraping gently at the back of your neck and letting his fingers tangle the hair there and letting the rest raise beyond your silent resistance.

You know his patterns, but yet every single time, you always forget them until they’re right about to happen. And you love every second of it.

Nick breathes, and it’s like he’s taking all of the air out of your lungs. You let him. On every exhale, he takes it from you with his inhale, and nearly pass back and forth the same air until your hands rest on his shoulders and curl around his neck to connect your lips again.

He moans.

He fucking moans. Not even like a half groan type of moan. He fully made the O shape with his mouth and everything. And oh my god, now you know this is the horniest you’ve ever been. Sure you’ve heard him be vocal before, but you have never out-right heard him moan like that. And it sends a pulse right down to the very core of you.

“Oh my god,” you murmur against his lips, letting the gloss pass again before taking one of yours and pulling it between your teeth.

“I want to give you head. Jesus, let me.” You say it without realization, as if he would say no.

But right now, you honestly felt like maybe he should, because he is always allowing you pleasure, and you kind of wish he wouldn’t this one time.

“Please.” And you fully rest your forehead on his, still entirely out of breath from all that he took from you.

He doesn’t say a word, he just slowly lets his hands fall away from your neck, making every nerve that rests on your skin catch on fire with his fingertips alone.

He backs up against the opposing countertop, his hands finding the lip of it and letting them sink into it, almost gripping even.

You slide off the island, and almost like a magnet your skirt-covered-knees meet the hardwood floor with a soft thud.

You inch closer, and tug at his shorts like your starving and this, this dick, is the only thing that will fill your needs.

His boxers slide down to his ankles as well, causing his cock to fall as it pleases and ready for your mouth.

You wet a hand, and gently pump him, rubbing so painfully slow that he fucking whimpers.

“Y/n,” Nicks hands come up to feel around for your hair, as if he’s looking for you in the dark, as if he’s trying to ground himself with the feel of you.

You let his hands gently tangle in your hair until he starts to massage your scalp and force your head to tip back on its own accord, letting his dick pop out from the suction of your lips.

You find his eyes and let them bore into yours, seeing him dip closer and plant a sloppier kiss on your lips. His tongue begs for entrance, but you simply pick up your pace now holding his balls with your other hand.

This causes a low groan to slip from his lips into your mouth, and a sudden smile reaches your face with amusement.

“Mmm,” he mumbles against you, tugging a fistful of your hair at the root.

You connect your lips again, then break away only to take his full cock in your mouth.

Not just once, three times.

Sapnap’s head reels back, and he lets out an ungodly groan of approval and pleasure, making your pussy throb with anticipation.

“Fuck,” he says, and grips your hair until your lips touch the low end of his stomach and his dick is pressing the back of your throat.

You gag and pull you head back, only to let the bead of spit drip down his veins and take him again.

Moaning against his length, you take a tentative hand from his balls and let it run down to the front of your clit.

Your begging for a release, and you want it now.

“Shit—” Nicks breath hitches as you bob your head up and down, your tongue grazing the tip of his dick just right with every quick pump.

You fumble with your skirt until you finally hike it up enough to feel the wetness that has completely soaked the entire front of your panties.

Your fingers moved the fabric to the side frantically, and when you found the sweet spot of your clit, you rubbed in sync with the wet sounds of your hand meeting base of your husband’s cock.

“Fuck, Y/n…” it was almost a plea, the way it cracked and broke off before his breathing became more erratic then stopped completely.

“Oh… Oh, fuck!” and he hunched forward, his eyes snapping shut before you had a change to place your lips around him and his cum landed all over your face.

You pumped quicker and quicker, letting his cum fuel your rapid motions until his groaning fell apart and his legs stopped straining.

You didn’t come.

It didn’t stop you from trying though, because you switched hands now and let your legs spread as far as they could within reason and held your skirt to your hips, rubbing back and forth with quick succession.

It was right, the sweet spot, and you felt yourself almost, almost reach your peak… if you just stayed right there and didn’t fall short.

But of course you did, because Nick’s hands were placed firm on your cheeks and he kissed you with all the love he had ever grown, throwing it down your spine and letting it rest there. Unable to find a way out. Yet.

“Let me,” he rasped, and you felt his voice shake inside you with a hot thrill.

“Please.” his voice was softer now, almost like a pout, and you couldn’t even stop yourself as you nodded, kissing him harder and moaning right into his mouth.

He stood you up now.

You let him.

You couldn’t fucking help yourself from sliding your hands up into his hair and giving it an unforgiving tug, jerking his face away from yours only to see a smirk plastered hard on his lips and the small slits of his doe-eyes.

Fuck.

A throaty sound came from him, and it filled you with a rage you didn’t know you had.

One that could only be tamed with his lips on your clit, like it was the key to solve all your wet problems.

Sapnap knew what to do, obviously— or he knew what he wanted to do, and knew his reward would be your heaven— and hoisted you up onto the countertop with a small shriek passing through your lips before he pushed you flat against the granite and took you as his.

Nicks fingers dipped into his mouth, coating them fully with the spit they didn’t need, and slowly pulled them out between his full pink lips.

You bit yours to stop your orgasm from jumping the gun.

He made a little moaning sound, just to tick you off, knowing how much you wanted to take him right here, knowing how fucking impatient you always were.

But just as you leveled your hands on the counter to sit up, his two wet fingers found your folds and disappeared within them, coming back out just seconds later fully drenched.

He drew in a breath, letting it fall off then returning; quicker this time.

You let out a moany-breath of pleasure, feeling the perfect place he was starting to hit.

“Mmm,” you exhaled, curling your palms against the cold, flat surface.

Nick knew what to do next, what he always loved doing, and attached his lips to your clit, just barely grazing it with his teeth to make your hips buck and send a jolt of electricity threw you.

He introduced his tongue now, slowly making loose circles around the sensitive nub before engulfing it entirely.

His fingers continue to pump almost through you with his pace, and it caused you to stop breathing and let your mouth hang open as he mouth fucked you against your $4,000 countertops.

Your nails attacked your thighs, scratching them red as to ground yourself while your husband destroyed you.

“Oh, fuck.” you moaned, now finally getting the voice back inside your body and clawing away at yourself.

You didn’t even care. All you knew was that he was fucking you senseless with his tongue and you were unraveling before him just like always.

“Jesus, oh— Mmm, just… like, that.” you were a fucking mess, a breathy, hot, squirmy mess.

Sapnap knew that of course, which was why he was coming close to actually coming while his tongue swiped his wife’s clit vigorously.

He smiled against it momentarily, catching his breath and repositioning before he finally finished the job.

“My, god Nick. Fuck me. Just fucking fuck me.” you finally drew out. Your hands roamed for his hair again and took a fistful with no room for remorse and yanked it against your clit, suffocating him.

This only made you come faster, your begs being silenced with his quick pumping and even quicker tongue movements.

You let out a roaring moan before stopping short completely, and falling over the edge of your first climax all over Sapnap’s face.

He enjoyed this of course, and he didn’t stop as he felt the hot liquid pump out of you and onto his fingers.

He didn’t stop.

And you had to pull his face away for not only him, but for you to breath again.

This didn’t seem to faze him at all, because just a few moments later his hands came up to yours and removed them from his hair gently.

“I love the way you feel around me,” he murmured before gripping onto your hips and drawing you close to him.

Sapnap spun you around slowly, then with his cum-coated hand, he drew it around your neck and into your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

His other, which was working against you, lifted the blouse you wore from its tucked position in your skirt and over your head.

He eventually did the same with your bra, i clipping it from the back with one hand, then layed you back down on the granite.

It was an icy feeling against your perked up nipples, but it only made you burn hotter.

There was a moment of stalling.

Then a hand came in contact with your right ass cheek, followed by a low quiet grumble.

He did it again, and that time, you felt it run through you.

You begged for more with a moan that melted the air around you and caused Nick to pull them apart and run a hand between before slapping it once again.

You fished for a landing spot, and finding it on the lip of the counter where your hands held on tightly, stifling another moan.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

This left you with one last punch, both of Sapnap’s hands coming in contact with your ass and leaving you stunned.

He soon fulfilled your wish when he bent down to meet your entrance and slid into you once more, now fuller and deeper.

Your mouth flung open against your non-existent will and he gripped onto your raw and red ass before drilling into you again.

“My… fuck,” he fumbled, and his firey hands snaked their way across your back and onto the front of your stomach, lifting you up to stand with him.

They traveled to meet your nipples, where they were pinched and pulled until another wave of breathy moans erupted out of you.

“Oh my god,” he said.

The sound of your ass hitting his dick was one of your favorites, besides the one he was about to make when you forced him to take two steps back and let him rest on the opposing granite countertop to take over.

“Oh.” was all he could make out before your hands found a still surface to help you better bounce on his cock.

Sapnap groaned in submission, letting the feeling of your pussy rub against the tip of his dick and make it pulse with a clear purpose.

He was gonna cum.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said verbatim and gripped your hips for a second time, taking control and pounding into your dripping pussy like it was his god damn job.

Your throat opened up and now, your walls clench around him causing you to pull your hands up and find the back of his neck.

You came around his filling dick the same time you left him fill you.

His groans echoed around the room, and caused you to become still fully aware of what just took place.

You opened your eyes and had to blink back the sudden water that formed in them from seeing the bright kitchen.

Sapnap breathed against the side of your face before kissing it once, then twice, and slowly pulling out of you and turning you around to plant one final kiss on your lips.

“You wreck me,” you say softly, and your not even sure he heard you at first.

Until he says “I know.”

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [8]

chapter eight, act two: anobrain

masterlist

A/N- because I'm so nice (I'm bored and tired of revising for my Lit exam), I've decided to publish the first chapter a day early, second chapter will be out tomorrow enjoy your reading! -Mac <3

1st January 2013

There’s a consistent knock on her bedroom door making her groan and sit up.

She’s still in her outfit from the party last night, there’s a bra that doesn;t belong to her on the end of her bed, about eight empty bottles of all different kinds of drinks.

She kicks her foot out hearing a groan and apologises quietly looking down at Ross who lays across the foot of her bed, his hand holding onto a leg, and as she peers over the end of the bed she finds Adam passed out on the floor.

“What the fuck?”

“Ow.” Ross groans again, letting go of Adam causing him to fall to the floor.

“What the hell happened?”

“I feel like I’m in The Hangover.” Ross mutters into her dinosaur stuffed animal he’s stolen and had claimed at the bottom of her bed.

Adam lifts himself up, climbing under the blankets and pulling them over his head.

The door opens, Matty grinning as he runs to jump on top of Adam, George groans as he follows, sitting in the chair at her desk and falling asleep the moment he lays his head on his folded arms.

“The albums out! It’s out! The album is out!” Matty yells grabbin Adam’s shoulders and shaking, “Hann! Hann! Get up!”

He starts jumping up and down on the bed until Tomie grips his ankle and tugs him flat on his face, “It’s out, it’s out.”

He giggles tugging her into his chest, kissing all over her face, then he grips Ross face planting a big long kiss on his lips and tackling him onto the floor.

“Ow.” Ross simply says in a monotone voice.

Matty tackles Adam next, bringing him up on the bed, when Tommie tries to slip away she’s dragged in by Adam, who then drags Ross back up, feeling left out, George stands and belly flops onto the top of them all.

“Finally.” Matty whispers into them all.

“We actually did it.”

“We made it.”

“Not yet.”

The four boys slowly lift their head to look at her and she shrugs at the looks she receives, “I mean, we still have to get reviews, see if it’s on the charts, hear it on-”

Matty’s hand slaps over her mouth to stop her from talking, “We did it, guys!”

⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆

January 22nd 2013

“Ready?” Matty pops his head around the corner and she looks behind herself with a nod as she tries to tie off the little plate she’s doing.

He watches her struggle to untrap the one piece of hair for a few seconds then gives up and walks over, taking her frustrated hands in his own and then tugging free the stray hairs.

She nods, “Thanks.”

He says nothing, just grabs her hat from the bed and passes it to her allowing her to pull it on.

She stands in her room, looking at herself in the mirror that Ross had put up on the wall for her a few days ago, brushing her hands down over the jeans she’s wearing and checking her top before she allows him to silently guide her out of the room.

“Ross and George are with Adam, you’re riding with me.”

“I’m supposed to be riding with Adam.”

Matty shrugs, “They were waiting outside ready, told them to go ahead.”

“But, I-”

Matty shrugs, grabbing her bag off her shoulder for her, his own in his other hand as he pushes the door closed for her to lock behind them. “I’m not that bad a driver am I?”

“No.”

He nods to himself at her curt reply and watches her shove her keys into her pocket before grabbing her bag from him and walking ahead. 

Matty doesn’t know how to describe the past few weeks. He wants to use the word tense, but there’s been no real tension between them.

They talk, share stories, joints, smiles, laughs, there’s just something that’s missing.

She silently sits in the passenger seat as they set off to Newcastle for their performance later that night, it’s early, five thirty, still dark out.

“First gig of the new album.”

She leans forward to turn the radio on, turning it up at a volume that clearly states no talking and she nods to himself turning forward again.

He sighs, trying to remain quiet, eyes flickering between the road, his mirrors and her.

He seems to focus longer on her, he can’t help it. It’s killing him, this new dynamic but he understands it.

He has a girlfriend, she’s trying to see things from Gemma’s perspective.

He knows he’d tell her to stay away from a relationship if the guy was too close to his best friend too, he knows what that means.

But he thought they weren’t like that. This foolish hiding behind the ‘we’re best friends act’.

His fingers have been drumming a beat on the steering wheel for a while, eyes flickering so fast between Tommie and the road that he’s given himself a headache.

Sighing he shakes his head and reaches for the radio, turning it down so it’s almost a whisper.

“Can we… can we just stop for a second?”

“We’ve barely been on the road thirty minutes, Healy, I told you to go before we left.” 

“No, I mean,” He sighs, one hand lifting from the wheel to brush though his curls, “Stop this thing between us.”

“What thing?”

“That thing.”

She shakes her head and watches his hands tighten, “I get it, you know, and I appreciate that you’re trying to make Gemma feel more at home in the group,” She tries not to show her distaste of that sentence show, “But, it makes me feel bad.”

He shakes his head, “That came out wrong.”

Again he sighs, “You’re my best mate, Baby. I couldn’t have done any of this without you, none of us could. I want to celebrate it with you. But, you’re- just, you, uh, I-”

“Shut up.”

She leans closer to the dash and he furrows his brows, “No, Tommie, I think we should talk about this. Gemma said something and I just-”

“No, Roddy, shh-”

“Tommie, I’m trying-”

“Shut up!”

She hits his hand when he tries to stop her from fiddling with the radio again.

‘And don’t call it a spade if it isn’t a spade, in nothing but your t-shirt on-’

“Holy shit!”

He slams the breaks on, both of them stopping in the middle of a random country lane between Manchester and Leeds.

He turns to her, both of their eyes wide, “We’re on the radio!”

“Holy shit, Roddy, we’re on the radio!”

“Call the guys, call them, call them!”

It takes a few rings for George to pick up, and he’s a little groggy as he does, “Hel-”

“Turn radio one on.”

“What?”

“Turn it on!”

They hear him grumble and mutter the radio station to Ross who turns it over, ‘you know where the city is, the city is-’

“Oh my god!”

Adam laughs loudly as the other two start cheering, “We’re on the fuckign radio mate!”

“We’re on the radio.”

Tommie laughs turning to look at Matty’s who’s already staring at her, “Hey, do you guys-”

Matty doesn’t hear the rest of George’s question, he’s gripped both of her cheeks and brought her lips to his.

“Matty? Mate? You still with us?”

Matty doesn’t answer, eyes on Tommie who looks anywhere but at him, “Yeah, we’re still here, G.”

“McDonalds? Next service station.”

“Yeah, uh, we’ll meet you there now in a minute.” She says, still feeling a little breathless.

“Alright.”

She hangs up, the song has changed, some shitty pop song she’s never heard before plays throughout the car and Matty reaches forward to turn it down.

“Tommie, I-”

“Drive.”

taglist

@thereisaplaceintheheart

@indierockgirrl

@sofaritsalrightt

@julezs-bl0g

(Been having trouble with the tag list so sorry if it’s not working)

[baka-bakeneko]

Swaddle Serenade - River Ward x Fem! V Reader

tags: effects of childbirth, unresolved grief, happy ever after, unconditional love, postpartum

word count: 1.3k

synopsis: V and River are solid. The Ward family gains a new member.

a/n: first is here, second is here, we are reaching a finale of the Babe of Night City saga 😭

The warm slip of sleep was definitely calling your name, but this time heavier than before. You remembered when you flatlined for the first time in your life, not a fan of it, and felt your body become lead as your breathing slowed to something unrecognizable.

That feeling was slowly creeping in, coaxing your arms holding your son to relax because River was quick to swoop in and cradle him.

"V," River soothed against your temple, and though you tried to respond, your mouth felt to heavy to function.

"V," his voice gained more traction, sturdier in his throat as you felt him straighten up behind you.

His free arm curled around you stiffened, trying to sit you up though you were now deadweight.

"Valerie!" His voice was harder now, something that'd immediately made his son flinch and start to cry.

River looked over to Takemura and Viktor by the door. "Vik, fuckin, come help her! Joss!"

He called out for his sister as Viktor rushed to your side, taking your shoulders and laying you flat on the floor.

"What happened?" Joss ran back in, dropping the heater she went to find and kneeling to hold your cheeks. "River, what the hell happened?"

River shrugged, moving to sit up on his knees. He cradled Phoenix closer, trying to soothe his son from startling him. "I-I don't know, she was fine a second ago, she was smiling and now she won't wake up."

Vik leaned in and pressed his ear to your chest, hoping to hear a heartbeat. In the deepest depth of your body, you felt his skin against yours. The grease from his hair made it feel slick brushing along your skin.

"She's still here, her heart's really faint. I have some bounce back in here." Viktor began rifling through his bag, hoping to find the adrenaline he needed to revive you.

"V," River's voice cracked as it echoed through to you. You could imagine his eyes welling just like they had when you told him you were pregnant. "Come on, baby. Come back to us."

His hand went for yours, squeezed it tight before bringing it to his soft, warm lips.

"V," a voice deep within your subconscious broke through. "I hate to admit it, but that's a cute little bastard."

Johnny. Of course Johnny was always readily available at your absolute worst hour.

"He's right, chica," another voice, something so close to a distant memory piped in as well. "That's a cute little hombre you got there. Good genes."

If you had a voice, you'd chuckle. Jackie fucking Welles complimenting your child was something you'd never think of in a million years. How many steps you'd taken to get here now and just away from Jackie, it felt like a whole life since his death.

"Where's that bounce back, Vik?" River asked impatiently, leaning forward to press his ear to your chest.

You so readily wanted to fold your hand to the back of River's neck, hold him there like you used to before his heavy body squished your baby bump.

"I'm looking, I'm trying." Vik's scrambling through his medicine bag turned frantic. "Come on, kid, fight."

Takemura took a step up to the situation, baring down at you from the foot of your body. He patted at his suit pockets before finding what he was looking for.

"Move out of the way," he ordered to River, readying the bounce back needle and jamming it directly in the center of your chest.

"You take care of them, V. They need you." Jackie's voice echoed through you as the darkness began to float away. "Say hello to Mama and Misty for me."

"Give 'em hell, V. Don't get knocked down again. Be that fucking rockstar." Johnny quipped as you felt yourself snapping back into your body.

Suddenly, your eyes pried open as you inhaled a rattled wheeze.

"Call that fucking ambulance, Takemura." Joss ordered as you blinked and tried to regain your bearings.

You barely had a moment to figure out how you ended up on the floor before River's lips collided with yours, then trailed up the slope of your nose.

"Don't fucking do that again, Val. Shit," River said, exasperated breaths easing from his lips.

Your hand reached up to tease your fingers at the front of his shirt. "I don't plan on it," you croaked, hissing at the sudden pain clicking back into place.

You squinted an eye to see Phoenix, nuzzled in the crook of River's arm while he bent over you, trying to not shed more tears into your hair.

"Gave us a fucking fright, V." Joss said, patting softly at your cheeks before scooting away for River to help you up slowly.

"Yeah. Christ, V. Warn us next time you wanna do that," Vik added, massaging his own chest as if he were about to follow then folded his hand to his forehead. "I gotta call Misty."

You groaned, sitting up into River's hold before resting your forehead to his shoulder.

"Don't go back to sleep yet," River urged softly, his nerves obviously shot.

"Don't be so comfortable then," you retorted, working through the gravel now lodged in your chest.

The adrenaline stung deep into your tissue, making your whole chest burn along with your hips and ass. The pain definitely wouldn't let you sleep for some time.

-

River squeezed into the hospital bed next to you, hanging his leg over the edge to allow you more room. He curled his arm around your head, leaning in to stare at your sleeping son held in your grasp.

"He's got a full head a hair, V," River said, taking his index finger to trace Phoenix's wispy hairline.

You smiled, nodded softly, while your eyes began to sting with the threat of tears. It was shocking that you almost left him behind after just getting him.

You were stressed upon reaching the hospital, ready to hear the worst news of your life. It wasn't often you had such a long string of good luck, it was bound to run out at some time.

But it was just a condition of malnutrition, which River took personally since he cooked every single day. The doctor claimed it was a combination of malnutrition on your part and the trauma of childbirth.

Now though, you were just told to rest easy.

You opened your mouth to say something, but couldn't find the words to convey how you felt. You leaned into River, tilting your body into him.

He was your person after all. And he was still around.

"He looks so much like you, I just wanna eat him," you tried but it sounded so wrong leaving your lips, unsure how parents managed to express their love for their children.

Your eyes blurred with tears the more you stared at your son's soft face, his cherubic cheeks and long lashes that rested against his dark skin like his father's. "I miss him already."

"Aww, V," River soothed, nudging his nose to your temple before resting his lips in the same space. "It's okay, baby, he's here."

You sniffled, of course that was true. You were staring at your little fighter now, but you pulled a hand away to fold against still-round belly.

"I know," you whispered, moving your hand to rest against Phoenix's chest. "I just...held onto him for so long."

"And you have all his life to hold him still," River tried, his fingers combing your hair away from your face. "We're not going anywhere."

You shut your eyes and pulled Phoenix in close to rest between you and River. River looked down at his son then reached to caress his metal thumb under your eye.

You looked at him, your bottom lip ready to jut out but you bit it back. "Marry me."

River's brows raised at your words, his lips quirking into a smirk. "V..."

"I love you," you said, reaching your hand up to grab his. You intertwined your fingers between his. "I know it's kinda late since you're not getting any younger, but..."

River leaned over Phoenix and caught your lips to stop you from talking. "I was gonna say, that you took what I was trynna say. You're not getting rid of me."

----------------------------------------------------

nope, nope, no, no, no, no, no you didn't see it, i didn't see it. this didn't exist, happiness is futile. i was never here.

[cabezadeperro]

Codex + 69 heh heh (watch this be the most emotionally damaging song on your playlist kfjsjhfks)

hi friend!! you were right!!!!!!!!

the song was........... first time by hozier.

post order 66, established relationship, memory issues related to the chip. not a fix it.

Some part of me must have died The first time that you called me baby And some part of me came alive The first time that you called me baby

---

Budgeting was never something Rex thought he’d have to learn. He resettles the strap of the bag around his shoulder and pauses outside the shop, squinting against the bright noon sun to check his list one last time. 

One shop left, and then he can go home. Rex folds the flimsi sheet in two and returns it to his jacket pocket. The street’s quiet, the wind that blows in from the sea leaving the taste of brine on the back of Rex’s mouth. Rex stuffs cold hands in his pocket, and his right plays with the remaining credit chit, with his list, the calluses on his fingers catching on the edges of both. 

He never thought he’d have to learn how to budget for food, for clothes, or learn how and where to shop. It’s become part of his routine: every time he moves to a different world, if he knows he’s going to stay for longer than a couple weeks, he—plans. He makes a list.

Half an hour later, he’s making his way back to the small apartment he’s been sharing with Cody. It's on the top floor of a narrow old building with rickety stairs and a leaky roof, and Cody spent the very first night they spent there watching the street through the big window in the living room, leaving the bed right after he thought Rex had fallen asleep. 

It’s one of those things Rex has had to learn to plan around, very much like budgeting. Sometimes Cody doesn’t sleep.

And sometimes he—forgets.

It’s the chip. It must be: he had it so much longer than Rex ever did.

That morning, Rex leaves for the shops very early and returns when it’s almost noon. He knocks on the door of their tiny rented apartment and then unlocks the door with his copy of the keys. Shoes off, keys on the hook by the door, and then to the kitchen. He’s almost done putting away the groceries when it dawns on him how quiet and how empty the flat feels, and then—then.

Rex breathes in and out. Deeply. Slowly. He pushes away the fear, the awful, freezing panic, and makes his way into the bedroom. 

The bed is empty, the sheets a mess. He left Cody working in bed, half-naked and his datapad in his lap, mug with caf slowly cooling on the cluttered bedside table on his side. The datapad and the mug and his underwear are still there, somehow sharing the pillow. Rex snorts, something very like relief blooming in his chest. He reaches for the mug and leaves it back on the table, right over the crusty, sticky caf rings already there.

(Something else he’s had to learn to get used to: Cody’s awful, ever-growing mess. He hates that one much less than he once thought.)

That leaves the fresher. Rex sighs and knocks once before opening the door.

He can’t see anything at first: a cloud of heat and damp hits him in the face, and he blinks. Half-blinded. Then he first makes out the silhouette of the toilet, the sink; and then he sees Cody.

He’s sitting on the shower floor, naked and still wet, his back against the tiled wall and his arms wrapped around his bent knees. He’s watching Rex with his lips pressed tight, a flush high up on his cheekbones that might be shame or just the heat.

Rex closes the door at his back and clears his throat. 

“I found that brand of caf you like,” he says, feeling half-way between ridiculous and terrified. “It was on sale.”

Cody blinks. He looks away and scoffs. He rubs his face against his bicep and doesn’t stop Rex when he crosses the bathroom and steps into the shower to sit at his side. The water’s off, must have been for a while, but the off-white porcelain is slick and wet and still warm. Rex makes a face when his now soaked shirt sticks to his back but doesn’t move away.

“I’m fine,” Cody says. His shoulder’s touching Rex’s—they’re not big men, but the shower’s pretty small—but he’s not quite leaning away, the muscle tense and quivering slightly. Rex wants to reach out, to wrap his arm around Cody’s shoulders: he doesn’t. “I was just showering and—”

And he forgot. And it went away. And then it all came back, but it wasn’t the same. Rex looks down at his own feet and not for the first time wonders at all those months where he just… did nothing. Didn’t look. Didn’t try to find him.

“I’m fine,” Cody says again. He’s beginning to sound angry—that means he was—is—scared. 

Rex sighs. He gives in and throws his arm around Cody’s shoulders. Cody stiffens, and for a few long seconds Rex is so sure he’s about to move away. 

And then he doesn’t. He shifts closer, tucks his damp face into Rex’s neck, his lips brushing his throat and his hair wetting Rex’s shirt.

“Every time you leave I am so sure it’s going to be the last time,” he mumbles. Rex closes his eyes and buries his nose in Cody’s hair. They share the same shampoo—it’s a pretty cheap brand, but Rex has learned to love the way it smells on Cody’s hair, on his skin.

“Then I won’t,” Rex says. Cody snorts.

“You’re such a shit liar,” he replies, voice thick. Rex feels him swallow: he closes his eyes. He waits for the question: he has now learned to prepare for it. “You are Rex. Right?”

Rex wonders if someday he’ll learn how to stop his heart from breaking every single time.

“Yeah. Yes, Cody. I am.”

[bodypaintsculptures]

High Priestess | Chapter 1: Why Now?

A/N: Hey lovelies!!! Welcome to the new edited version of High Priestess!! I have decided to post the full chapters on here as well as on Wattpad! I have made a few adjustments to all chapters. I have also renamed a lot of the chapters as well as adding some new chapters in! The plot has changed slightly but the overall story has remained the same! A big thank you to @alovesreading for being such a big help with the storyline! You are a gem! Please lemme know what you think and if you would like to be tagged!! H x

Synopsis: A down on their luck Welsh band, High Priestess, finally get the big break they were looking for - a supporting spot for one of the UK's biggest successes; the Arctic Monkeys. Was this finally the opportunity they needed to kick start their dream careers of being a successful rock band? Or will a tumultuous relationship between the two lead singers and a secret confession of devotion ultimately be too much to handle for the three best friends from Cardiff?

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: swearing, drug usage, mentions of death, mental health issues and sexual content throughout this fic.

────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────────────

"Letting the days go by, letting the water hold me down..."

The speaker sang, quietly as to not to disturb the customers in the bookstore, well all two of them.

"Letting the days go by, water flowing underground..."

Niko sighed exhaustedly, her tired frame leaning against the glass countertop, watching as the customers came and went without so much as buying a thing.

She was bored.

She always was when it was her turn to close, or even open, or just be here, she thought with a melancholy hum.

That's when she saw someone or rather, her, caught the woman's attention. Sat nose deep in a tattered old book, the cover faded and the title unreadable to the distant blonde sat at her cash register. She was always in here, reading whatever she could put her hands on, alone. But she was always smiling.

Linda.

With a heavy roll of her eyes and lethargic push, Niko got to her feet, wandering over to the gray haired woman that had taken a seat in the reading area. Her presence was enough to make the woman glance up from the book she looked very interested in. There was a moment of silence between the two before Niko spoke up, her tone flat and fed up.

"Look Linda, y'know what I'm gonna say..." Niko drew out, scratching the back of her neck. It was the same thing she always said to her; "You can't sit 'ere and read the whole book and then put it back, you have to at least buy it first." Her tone remained flat as it always did when she told the woman, sick of spitting out the same words.

Linda gave the blonde a small happy smile, the crows feet surrounding her eyes wrinkling in her old age. "My apologies Niko." She sat up, fetching her purse from the bag that leant against the leg of the sofa she had occupied for quite some time. "How much?"

Niko blew out a breath, and shrugged her shoulders. Usually she would scan the barcode of the book to see what the system would say but this book was so beaten up and falling apart at the seams, that there was no barcode, or even really a front cover. Niko shook her head, she couldn't really charge an extortionate price for something that looked like that.

"A pound." The blonde eventually said, piquing the old woman's interest but she didn't question the young lady's decision and fished out some money from her purse.

"Have a fiver, my dear." Linda responded, giving the blonde a folded up five pound note.

Frowning, Niko took the five pound note from the old lady without so much as a complaint, god knows the store needs it, letting out a small 'thank you' ash she did. She pocketed the note in her checkerboard trousers, reminding herself to deposit it into the cash register when she returned to her post in just a few seconds. However, before she could get there, Linda was trying to strike up a conversation with the uninterested blonde.

"How's life been treating you, my dear?" Linda asked with a smile, the book she'd been nose deep in, now folded close on the coffee table in front of her. 

Niko stuttered for a second, muttering something about getting back to the desk but Linda quickly chuckled that away. "There's only one other person in here apart from me dear, I think you've got a bit of time, no?"

With a tentative glance around the store to the only other person in it, a middle aged man lost inside a war book, Niko sighed and decided to take Linda up on her offer of a light conversation. It would make my shift go quicker anyway. 

The blonde took a seat opposite the gray haired woman and with another heavy sigh, answered the question that had been poised to her, with little enthusiasm. "Same shit, different day." Niko almost chuckled at the irony that was her life but before doing so, realised what she had said, and quickly apologised for her cursing; "Sorry." 

 Seeing the young woman flush in front of her, Linda let out a quiet chuckle. "It's no problem my dear."

She had always referred Niko as a dear even though every time they would speak, it was the blonde telling her to either buy the book she was reading or leave. Not usually a very amicable conversation that would warrant such a phrase to be used. 

Though, Linda was a sweet woman. she always had a smile on her face, she always wanted to strike up a conversation, even with Niko's soured personality. But from those conversations, forced or not, Niko had learnt about Linda's life and how she would come by the bookstore to read and enjoy the company of others since her husband had died a few years ago and her children lived abroad. Niko had felt sorry for her, that this was her only solace to feel a sense of togetherness in this world and would usually be happy to converse with her when she first started coming by. But these days, these days, the blondes mood had soured and her patience wore thin, making it difficult for her to hold a conversation with customers in a job she had come to loathe.

"How's the band going?" Linda questioned, snapping Niko back from her thoughts and filling the silent emptiness of the bookstore.

Niko hummed, the band.

"Good." She quipped a small sweet lie. Niko didn't want to burden the gray haired woman with the depressing truth, not when she didn't really want to admit it to herself, so she continued; "Had a few auditions to support a few bands, sent some demo's to some labels..." The blonde exaggerated, slightly, as she drifted off into thought. 

The truth was, it wasn't good at all. They hadn't got one call back from audiences nor had they really sent that many demo's out to places.

And if Niko was being really honest, she had contemplated quitting the band on more than a few occasions over the last couple of months. after years of trying, they weren't getting anywhere. All they seemed to do was play small gigs in pubs and small venues across South Wales and at this point there were just kind of existing. For her, there seemed to be no breakthrough in sight and she was just about ready to give up that part of her life. Of course, Niko had tried her best over the years to keep the band together, for the sake of her sanity, but it was getting to the point where even that was starting to waver. Although the band had become the only solace away from the mundane reality she had come to know as her life, there was no longer any motivation or inspiration for her, now it was more like a nightmare.

"And?" Linda pressed, seeing the vacant expression on the blondes face.

Niko shrugged, slouching back in the chair. "Tha's it... just kinda waiting." She lent Linda a small smile, hoping that would satisfy the older woman. 

But Linda could see the dull emptiness in Niko's eyes. It was the eyes of someone who was ready to give up.

Leaning across the gap between them, Linda grabbed Niko's hand, and gave her a sympathetic smile. "Well, I'm sure someone will pick you up dear, I think you and your friends have a good thing going there." She reassured. 

Though Niko was finding it hard to agree with the optimistic woman, she gave her another forced smile of appreciation nonetheless, pretending as if her words actually mattered in the grand scheme of things. Which, regrettably, they did not. 

"I'm no music connoisseur, but I know something sounds good when I hear it and you, my dear, have a beautiful voice." The gray haired complimented determinedly.   

She had heard Niko singing along with the music in the store on a few occasions and had found appreciating it's beautiful harmonies, so much so that it had stopped her from reading her books. 

The compliment made Niko's cheeks flush and her forced smile turned more genuine on her cherry painted lips. "Thank you, Linda."

─────────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────────────────

After that quick interaction with the bookstore's regular customer, nothing much else happened for the rest of Niko's shift. Just the boring rigmarole of watching customers come and go without so much as buying anything, all the while Linda sat, reading the book she'd bought for more than it was worth.

When it came to closing time, Linda was the last one to leave the store, as she always was when she came to visit. Niko let the gray haired woman out with a forced smile and a quick 'see you again' on her lips, like they always did. But this time, before the blonde could close the door and lock it up, Linda stopped her short, grabbing her outstretched arm.

"You should believe in yourself a bit more, my dear." Linda whispered encouragingly before giving the blonde a small wave.

Niko just nodded, watching the old woman, with the permanent smile on her face, make her way down the dimly lit street with a sigh. Believe in myself, Niko found herself thinking, what was there to believe in anymore?

From then, Niko did what she always did when closing the store; cleaned up any books people had discarded after reading them and not paying; cashed up the minuscule amount of money they'd taken for the day; turned the lights off and finally locked the store up, always with the same though crossing her mind; I hope it burns down.

Now, Niko wasn't an arsonist per say, but just the thought of one day turning up for work and seeing the place burnt to a crisp brought a sense of ease to her. As if its singed state would finally release her from the boring monotony of her every day, nine to five, life she had fallen victim to.

But, unfortunately for her, that day never seemed to come. No one seemed to want to burn a bookstore down and so, depressively enough, the cycle of Niko's life continued to roll on, unchanged and uneventful.

It wasn't as if Niko hated the bookstore or the thousands of books that it held. Truth was, Niko used to love reading. Well, used to. 

She used to love being sucked in by the characters and their adventures, used  to love being transported to a world where she could tag along for the ride and experience the emotions of the characters would endure on their conquests for love or revenge. She used to love drawing inspiration from the pages of a book or the lines of a poem, able to dream up her own stories in the form of lyrics. But now, well, that inspiration ceased to exist. Those words she would once worship as if their own religion, were now just meaningless. They did not provoke a sense of wonder or a flicker of light inside the stone could heart she had grown over the years. 

It had all become a nothingness to her. Just like her life.

Checking that the door was secure, Niko walked away from the bookstore, hoping that it would finally be the last time she was there, but it never was. She hoped nonetheless, a hoping that was slowly fading. 

The blonde walked down the same dimly lit street that she had watched Linda walk down not half an hour before, but instead of walking straight ahead like her counterpart had, she took a swift left, heading down a familiar side street with only one thing on her mind. I need a strong drink.

She arrived at her preferred destination not two minutes later, staring up at the low lit sign that read 'The Queen Vaults'. It was like every other olde-worlde pub in Cardiff; dark exterior and stained glass windows, but this place evoked something inside Niko that made it seem different. It was her place, their place. And the memories that evoked inside her, brought a well-needed genuine smile to her face. It was a place she did not have to think twice about entering, giving the bouncer, Dave a customary "hello" as she did, as the familiar smell hit her senses and made her heart sing. 

Stale beer and piss.

It probably sounded horrible to anyone else and would probably put them off ever stepping inside, but to her and her friends, it was the smell of home, the smell of memories; the smell of a good time.

Wasting no time at all, the blonde made her way to the bar, her small stature pushing past a group of rowdy lads who had decided to call it home for the night before she reached her destination with a heavy sigh.

"Packed in 'ere tonight." She quipped annoyedly and leaned against the sticky bar, lined with dried beer.

The bartender nodded with a roll of her eyes. "There's a footie game on tha's why, Wales playin' some... other European team." She drifted off not really caring, and neither did Niko. Sport really wasn't her thing. She did not understand why people raved about watching sweaty men chasing after a ball and falling over dramatically. It all seemed a bit too gay to her. "So we're a bit busier-- the usual?"

"Yeah please, CJ." Niko smiled, glad that she was able to get served quickly. 

God knows I needed it. 

CJ, or Cleo, was Niko's best friend and also the drummer of their ill fated band. They had known each other since they were six, they went to school together, grew up together. She had started working at their local when she was eighteen, just as Niko had gotten a job around the corner at the bookstore. Since then, after every shift, Niko would swing by for a drink and another and another, until it was usually those two laughing and drunkenly joking around at the bar until the early hours of the morning. Although, it was to the annoyance of CJ's boss, the man wasn't going to stop them as they paid their way through, even with the little money they had. Their drinking habits at the pub, also seemed to play in their favour, as her boss afforded them their first proper gig, even if it was in front of about ten people, most of which were the locals they begged to attend. 

But that was nearly eight years ago, and since then, not much has changed. Unfortunately.

"One 'double' for the sexist lady 'ere." CJ smirked upon her return, a vodka lime soda in hand. "And a bit extra, free of charge of course." She winked.

Niko smirked at her friend's insistence on adding more alcohol that she was allowed to. If she was going to let her get drunk, she definitely wasn't going to complain about it. 

The blonde let out a small "thank you" to her friend, grabbing two straws from the side and taking a healthy sip of it, immediately being hit by how strong her friend had actually made it. She pursed her lips as the strong liquor burned its way down her throat, almost making her cough, before she began looking around the packed pub. 

"Are the two idiots 'ere?" She questioned the bartender, with a raise of her perfectly slicked eyebrow.

CJ nodded. "Usual spot." Gesturing towards the secluded booth in the corner where two people sat hidden away. Niko smiled seeing them from a distance and began walking over, CJ shouting that she would be joining them in a minute.

Before Niko had even got half way there, one of the idiots was already on their feet, shouting at her with their arms wide open. Larry.

"There she is!" He sang, engulfing his friend in a bear hug, making her chuckle.

Larry was another friend Niko had known since primary school. Herself, CJ and Larry had been inseparable since then. He was also the keyboardist and technician for their band, and although he wasn't officially part of the trio, Niko was insistent that he be the adopted fourth member which Larry was happy enough to accept. He was easy going, didn't really mind having a title or not. Besides, this was a side gig for him, away from his full time job as a tattoo artist, so the whole "being part of the band" thing never bothered him.

Niko slipped in next to her friend and was greeted by the other idiot she mentioned to CJ; Viola. 

The woman with a permanent smile on her face. A smile that was sometimes a nice sight and sometimes the death of her. Niko was convinced that Larry had tattooed the joker-like grin on her because there was no way for someone to be happy all the time, but then she would remembered that Viola wasn't good with needles and had fainted every time Larry or any other tattoo artists had attempted to tattoo her, so that was was just how she was, naturally.

"How was work?" Viola questioned, her perfectly manicured nails playing with the ends of her long, blonde hair.

Viola stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of them. She wore more than monochrome colours they did and her skin was always perfectly tanned, not to mention her flawless hair and make up. But that's what you get for being beauty technician by day and a heavy metal lover by night.

Though was the other didn't have in Viola's flawlessness, they made up for it in tattoos. All three of them were covered. Larry from his leg, to his arms, his torso and neck, CJ -- who had now slotted herself in next to Viola -- had a sleeved arm and tattoos covering her thighs, while Niko herself was covered in them from her arms to her legs and the majority of her back.

They looked like a group of pot smoking goths who had kidnapped one of the prettiest and more popular girls at school and were holding her captive.

"Bollocks as always." Niko tutted in a fed up tone, slumping against the ripped leather seats of the booth. 

She was fed up with everything at this point; her boring life, her boring job, her boring everything. But she wasn't about to start ranting, not again at least. She had done enough of that over the years and although it depressed her, she wasn't about to depress her friends.

Though it always had Niko pondering that surely there was more to life than this. 

That more was yet to be found. 

"Aww well, at least you're getting paid." Viola smiled at Niko trying to be positive about her friend's situation, ever the optimist. 

Although her upbringing had allowed her to be, especially when her dad was famous, well famous in Wales at least. Which, if you play international rugby for Wales, you were considered just that. Now, Niko wasn't that into rugby either but Viola's dad was the sweetest man she had ever met, he had helped his daughters band out a lot over the years, even converting his one of his spare bedrooms into a recording studio for them. 

Anything for his little princess, Niko chuckled to herself, envious of the relationship she had with her father. But that didn't take away from the fact that Viola had had it easier than the rest of the group. She'd been born with a silver spoon in her mouth and not had to endure the same sort of upbringings as Niko, CJ and Larry had.

But she was still a humble girl with aspirations as big as the rest of them and she was a great friend to have.

"And we gotta gig on Friday, so we can get some money from that too!" Viola smiled happily. For someone who looked like a Barbie doll from the 1970's, she didn't half love rocking out on stage.

Fat chance of that, Niko thought as she held her tongue. These days it cost more in fuel money and set up than what they actually got paid, and usually Niko would give them the money before she'd give herself a cut, which would leave her with only enough for one lousy microwaveable meal.

But Niko wasn't going to dampen the mood with that information. Instead the blonde just hummed in response, picking apart the beer mat her drink sat on as the thought of leaving the band became more attractive as time went on.

CJ whooped in her usually chirpy mood at that fact. She wasn't as positive as Viola, but she was more positive than Niko, who was a pessimist at the best of times.

"And check this out... I 'ave some news." CJ wiggled her painted on eyebrows, diving her hand into her apron to retrieve her phone.  

As CJ sat doing whatever on her phone, Niko glanced around the table uninterested. However, that uninterest was quickly curbed when she saw a pair of silly smiles on the faces of Larry and Viola, making her eye them suspiciously. 

Something was going on. They never usually smiled like that, even on a good day, so it confused the blonde on why they both looked so demented. She was just about to voice her curiosities at their psychotic looks, when CJ shoved her phone in her hand with the same unnerving smile gracing her lips, and began to speak up; 

"I had an email today 'bout one of the demos we sent to tha label, uh fuckin' Domino?" Niko nodded remembering. "And they said tha they loved our demo and wanted to send a representative out to watch us 'n potentially being a supporting act for, get this--" The bartender paused, the silly smile still on her lips, and eyes wide with excitement as she blurted out. "The Arctic Monkeys."

Niko's head snapped up at that name. Her heart skipped a beat. Wait... what?

As quickly as her head had snapped up at the mention of the Arctic fucking Monkeys, it had snapped back down again, reading over what CJ had confirmed. It took Niko a few moments as she read it once, twice, three times over, unable to suffice if this was some kind of sick joke or stupid prank they were playing on her. She checked it again, eyebrows firmly knitted together, trying her hardest to debunk its legitimacy but she couldn't. It was true, staring her right in the face in black and white; she wasn't lying.

That was when all the air in Niko's body left, leaving her dumbfounded. She was almost numbed by the truthful information that stared back at her, greeting her with a smile. But the blonde just couldn't seem to be able to accept it, she couldn't seem to understand it. This couldn't be real, she thought in disbelief, not us.

But it was.

Overloaded with it all, Niko's eyes began to pool with tears, blurring her vision. She once again ran her eyes over the email, trying her hardest not to believe that any of this was true. 

Why now? Was all she could think. 

Why now? After so many years of trying, of trying so desperately to get the recognition they wanted or maybe even deserved. Why now? After all the long nights travelling around the small bars and venues of South Wales. Why now? After she had finally been ready to give this empty dream up, after she finally decided that enough was enough, she was going to quit the band. 

Why now?

Niko was speechless, motionless as she finally glanced up from her friend's phone to the rest of them, sat around the table, eagerly awaiting her response. She could tell that they already knew, CJ seemingly had been too excited not to say anything the second they had walked into the bar that evening and with Niko working until late they had agreed to tell her together when she arrived.

Niko didn't know if to burst out crying or laugh. 

She was stuck, confused, overwhelmed, and just as the tears threatened to spill for the woman's usually hardy exterior, she choked out a response. "Ar--are you sure?" As if couldn't believe it and part of her didn't want to believe it.

The blonde didn't know why but she was scared. Scared of what, she wasn't sure. Change? Acceptance? Everything?

"Yes I'm sure." CJ chuckled at her friends hesitance. The drummer was beaming, more than she had in a long time, though that beaming was cut short and the grin on her face fell off when she saw Niko's attention back on her phone, scrolling through it again as if she was trying to debunk it somehow. "It's legit, stop trying to check Nik." She warned, taking her phone back and shoving it in her aprons pocket.

CJ wasted no time in leaning back over the table and grabbing a hold of her best friends trembling hands in her own. She gave them a light squeeze in reassurance as she began to speak. "This could finally be the break we've waited so long for, we could finally make it -- you, me and Viola." She nodded to their friend who sat in the corner, beaming like a Cheshire Cat and one of Larry's arms draped across her shoulder, himself expressing the biggest grin on his face.

Everyone else was smiling, Niko noted, so why wasn't I?

Why couldn't she smile like they were? Why couldn't she believe what they were telling her? Why was she so stuck? She wasn't sure if she had an answer to those questions, but it seemed like CJ knew that.

"Niko, look at me." CJ demanded, seeing the shocked expression on her friends face, feeling her own tears start to well. "This is all we've ever wanted." She whispered into the crowded bar, but Niko heard her nonetheless. "We've worked so hard for this, we deserve to be happy, don't we?"

But before Niko could formulate any kind of response, a shout from across the bar brought them from their heartwarming moment. "Cleo, get back to work!"

The anger-filled shout snapped the group's head to the bar where CJ's manager stood, glaring at the bartender. CJ's eyes rolled at the man's untimely interruption, her hands reluctantly letting go of the blonde's shaking pair as she fell back into her seat with her own shout. "Shut up Tony!" She cursed loudly, before turning back to the group. "Duty calls, but I'll get us a round of shots to celebrate!" The brunette smirked happily as she stood up.

Before she left, however, CJ stopped in front of her best friend, gathering her attention with a whisper; "Smile Niko, our dreams are finally coming true." And with that she left the blonde to process everything that had just happened.

The news. The email. The chance of a lifetime thrust their way.

Their collective dream finally becoming a reality.

They were the undisputed facts, the facts that seem to ignite a small spark inside Niko. One that she had been convinced she had lost a long time ago; hope. And for the first time in forever, Niko felt a genuine smile form on her lips. Maybe this was our chance.

[kitchenisking]

Just A Spark by MonsieurBlueSky (MyChemicalRachel) - (Rating: G, Words: 6798, sterek)

"A bird, okay? I heard something on my balcony and when I went out to see what it was, this giant ass pelican dropped the kid and flew away.” Stiles feels frozen again for a moment before a grin forms on his lips and he’s clutching the baby to his chest, shaking with laughter. “You’re telling me a stork brought you a little werewolf child?” Derek frowns, folding his arms stubbornly across his chest. “I told you you wouldn’t believe me,” He grumbles. “Oh no,” Stiles says, trying to catch his breath and talk between spurts of giggles. “I totally believe you. That’s just fucking hilarious.”

California King by PurpleCupcakes - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 1215, sterek)

It was 8:30 AM on a Saturday and Derek had been lying in his and Stiles's california king bed, staring at the ceiling for the last hour. For the last two weeks, Stiles had been pulling away from him. Derek had no idea why. One day, they were happy as hell and Derek was completely secure in their relationship. The next evening, things had changed. Derek was afraid to confront Stiles, afraid that it would mean the end of their relationship. The thought of it made Derek gasp in pain as tears began rolling down his cheeks. Maybe he should just ignore it, soldier on and hope that Stiles came back around.

Everything With You by ElStark - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9239, sterek)

“What’s going on?” Derek asked.

Scott shook his head, “You need to see.”

“Would you stop with the fucking mystery and just tell us already?” Stiles snapped at him.

“We found a baby,” Scott relented, starting to half jog towards the opposite line of trees they had been standing in front of.

Stiles looked at Derek and found him frowning deeply. He reached for his hand and squeezed, Derek looked at him and gave him a small smile, lacing his fingers with Stiles’.

Scott took them to the big tree in the middle of the forest that had a hollow bark, except this time when they looked inside, it wasn’t really hollow. A little girl, maybe four or five years old, was sitting in there all curled up in herself, her arms hugging her knees tightly.

Can't Leave and Can't Forget by GotTheSilver - (Rating: T, Words: 4727, sterek)

“Hi,” Stiles says when Derek opens the door. He’s bedraggled, his hair flat against his head, obviously got caught in the rain, with a bag at his feet.

“What are you doing here, Stiles?”

“It’s been years, and you never came back.”

All You Wanted, All I Needed by bistiles_bilinski - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4105, sterek)

He couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two disappear down the hallway and into the bedroom. He picked up his mug and swallowed what was left of his cold coffee before walking towards the door and picking up his keys. It really was a sin how attractive Stiles was, jailbait being the only appropriate word coming to mind.

as the skyline splits in two by dumpacc - (Rating: T, Words: 6142, sterek)

The whole school, Stiles included, is just waiting for Scott and Derek Hale to act on their unresolved sexual tension, because of course the sweetest omega and the most handsome alpha of Beacon Hills would get together. And Stiles swears he wants to support his best friend the best he can. So what if he has a crush as big as Jupiter on Derek Hale?

A Thousand and One Firsts, But Only One Forever. by TheLoyalFriend - (Rating: Mature, Words: 6048, sterek)

When Stiles was eight, he had panic attacks. He would sleep walk, block by block going further until he finally reached the woods. 

When Derek was eleven he found some brat in the woods, asleep on a rock.

They fall in love.

HumanMate.Com by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: T, Words: 23631, sterek)

Peter cons Stiles into believing he knocked up Derek. 

Stiles decides to man up.

Derek is increasingly confused. 

A High School AU

Anchor Me In by linksofmemories_archive - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2516, sterek)

Five times Stiles was Derek's anchor and the one time he was Stiles'.

Be Careful What You Wish For by Anxiety_Baker02 - (Rating: T, Words: 2142, sterek)

“I wish you hadn’t gone into the woods with Scott that night,” Derek said gruffly.

Stiles kissed him. 

“Overall,” Stiles said when he pulled away. “I think my life would be pretty boring if I hadn’t gone into the woods, and when the hell have you ever known me to be satisfied with boring?”

“That one hour after the battle with the kelpie in 2014,” Derek responded immediately, smirking.

“Worst hour of my life,” Stiles said solemnly.

***

PLEASE READ AUTHOR’S NOTES, VERY IMPORTANT INFO IN THERE!