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Author: @always-andshewrites

Prompt: Everyone thinks Katniss is innocent and pure. But when they go to the beach with friends, Peeta finds out she reads smut. And he’s happy to volunteer as tribute later that night. -Rating M or E (writer can decide). –Katniss & Peeta are already a couple – around the age of 18/19 [submitted by @softlikethesunset12]

Rating: E for explicit description of sexual situations and language

Author’s Note: Thank you to: @endlessnightlock for letting me use pieces of her story “Invasion” and for being such an inspiration!

Due to the prompt, Katniss and Peeta will be reading a story by the name of “Invasion” by the lovely @endlessnightlock. All sentences/text that belongs to her is quoted, bold, italic, and underlined.

I (obviously) had to change the names of the characters in “Invasion” … but that story 100% belongs to @endlessnightlock, and if you haven’t read “Invasion” you totally, absolutely should!!!

Word Count: 8,408; Betaed by: @jhsgf82 ______________

Katniss lay stretched out on the blanket she shared with her best friend, Annie. The girls were relaxing, soaking up the sun outside of their beachfront apartment complex. They were completely immersed in their cell phones, killing time until their boyfriends finished their job at the docks. Katniss knew Annie’s attention was most likely occupied by an article about saving the whales. Or was it protecting the whales? Katniss wasn’t sure, but she knew that as a marine biologist, it was almost the only thing Annie gave her spare time to. It was either that or she was watching one of her and Finnick’s homemade pornos. Katniss tried to push the thought from her head because the mere idea caused her to shudder, immediately followed by intense waves of nausea.

With close to an hour to kill before the boys were expected to arrive, Katniss decided to open the fanfiction app on her phone and begin the next chapter of one of the many stories she was currently reading. In this particular story, the characters‒ Kaliope and Tristan‒ had finally been reunited, and she was almost certain that this would be the chapter to earn its ‘M’ rating.

“I’m going for a dip, you coming?” Annie remarked, dropping her phone into a Ziploc baggie and then placing it in the cooler to give it a break from the heat. It was another squelching hot day, as they were nearing the end of summer.

“Sure, gimme a sec,” Katniss mumbled, wiping the sweat from her brow with her forearm. She quickly skimmed the last line of her paragraph and bookmarked her place before following Annie into the ocean. Katniss watched her friend dive into the crest of a wave, causing her little green-eyed monster to make his appearance. Katniss couldn’t help but feel self-conscious around Annie; there was just something majestic about the way her friend sailed through the water as if she could have been a mermaid in another life. Annie made swimming—diving, or really anything related to aquatics look like an impeccably crafted masterpiece. It wasn’t that Katniss couldn’t swim; it was just that Annie did it so … gracefully.

Katniss pinched her nose shut and submerged her body just below the surface of the water, allowing the ocean to swallow her up. They didn’t stay in long before they made their way back to dry land.

“Let’s open the umbrella,” Annie suggested as she rang the water from her hair, and then she turned her head to inspect her reddening shoulders.

“Probably a good idea,” Katniss agreed, instantly at Annie’s side. Unlike Katniss, whose olive complexion gave her the upper hand in the sun, Annie was fair-skinned and would be as red as a lobster within five minutes of being outdoors. Together, the girls turned the umbrella against the sun to block its carcinogenic rays from penetrating their skin.

“Need some more block before my hands get all sandy?” Annie asked, grabbing the tube of SPF 50 sunscreen.

“Sure.” Katniss shrugged her shoulders. The girls added another layer of sunscreen to each other’s hard-to-reach places, joking about how if their boyfriends were here, they would likely make some kind of inappropriate sexual innuendo about them rubbing each other down. The boys, and sometimes even Annie could have very dirty minds. It was something that made Katniss extremely uncomfortable: how they were constantly joking about sex. ALWAYS.

On another note, and again, unlike Katniss, Annie and Finnick were anything but shy about sharing what they did behind closed doors. Katniss, on the other hand, thought of herself as a private person, and the thought of airing her most private, intimate moments with the world truly appalled her. No, that was for Peeta, and Peeta alone.

Once the girls were slathered with an even layer of sunscreen, they stretched out under the umbrella, resuming their positions prior to their dip in the ocean.

Within seconds, the sound of skin slapping against each other penetrated Katniss’s ears, followed by some rather animalistic grunts and moans. “Could you turn that down?” Katniss grumbled, rolling her eyes beneath her sunglasses. The casual way in which Annie and Finnick not only explored but shared their sexuality thoroughly weirded Katniss out. It completely baffled her how her best friend wasn’t the least bit demure about Finnick’s and her self-made porno. In a way, she was jealous of Annie, or well, the amount of confidence she possessed.

“Sorry,” Annie giggled shyly, not seeming the least bit apologetic.

Katniss was thankful for the silence as she submerged herself in yet another sappy, corny, love story about her favorite pair. However, her gratitude was short-lived when Annie called out her name. “Katniss? Why does talking about sex make you so uncomfortable? I mean … sex is a natural thing that—”

Flipping onto her back to face Annie, Katniss lowered her sunglasses to the tip of her nose. “Nothing about those sounds is even remotely natural.” Katniss glowered at her friend and pointed to her phone.

“Yeah, that’s probably true.” Annie scrunched her shoulders up and giggled. “But … are you telling me you have never, not even once, thought about doing some of the things you read in your stories with Peeta? Or that you’ve never fantasized about Peeta doing something hot and kinky to you? I mean, don’t get me wrong, Finn is the only guy for me, but Peeta’s not so hard on the eyes, either.”

Katniss felt an intense heat spreading, not only up her face, but down her entire body, and she knew it had nothing to do with the blistering heat. “No!” she screamed out, appalled at Annie’s insinuation. “Oh my god, no! No, just … no.” Katniss shook her head, not quite certain her words rang true.

Katniss muddled over Annie’s words and realized that her friend was right about one thing. Except, Peeta wasn’t just “not so hard on the eyes;” he was hot. Like, intensely, famishingly, irresistibly, oozing sex, kind-of-sexy.

Annie left it alone after that, and the girls went back to their devices. Katniss was so absorbed in the words on her phone that she was completely unaware of the swooshing footsteps in the sand that only grew closer.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Peeta and Finnick stormed into Katniss and Annie’s shaded fortress, swiping their girlfriends’ phones from their hands.

“PEETA, GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK!” Katniss screamed, jumping up and trying to snatch it back from Peeta, while Finnick did the same to Annie.

“Mmm, I see you missed me.” Finnick pressed his lips to Annie’s mouth and returned her phone.

“Would you rather I watched strangers doing it?” Annie joked with amusement.

“I don’t know … might give us some ideas,” Finnick quipped.

Peeta played ‘keep-away’ with Katniss’s phone, quickly scanning the words on the screen. Katniss’s face faded into crimson with embarrassment, knowing exactly what Peeta was reading, having just read it herself.

“Holy shit, Katniss; this is hot,” Peeta proclaimed after reading no more than three sentences. Finnick’s curiosity took over, in addition to his childish antics, and he snatched the phone right out of Peeta’s hands. Peeta spun around and knocked Finnick to the ground, sending the boys wrestling in the sand for Katniss’s phone.

Annie rolled her eyes at the boys’ immature behavior and then looked over at Katniss apologetically. “What were you reading?” she mouthed to her friend.

With complete and utter humiliation consuming her, Katniss hid her face in her hands, turned her back towards her friends, and stormed toward the ocean.

Finnick finally conceded with a huge grin. “I thought you were little Miss Innocent, Katniss Everdeen; seems like you’re actually the Girl on Fire!” He smirked, calling to Katniss from the beach.

“Shut up,” Katniss snapped, not looking back as she made her way into the water. She had to get away from them, and the ocean was the only place to hide.

“Aww, come on, baby; we were just joking,” Peeta chided, following his girlfriend into the water.

Katniss stormed into the sea, diving into the crest of a wave once the water reached her thighs. Peeta mimicked her actions, trailing a few paces behind her until she came up for air.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Peeta begged for forgiveness when Katniss finally came to a stop. Thankful for the sandbank that allowed his feet to be planted firmly on solid ground, he scooped Katniss up and held her in his arms bridal style. “I didn’t think Finnick would do that,” he apologized sincerely, thankful that at least Katniss wasn’t trying to run away from him.

Still unable to meet his eyes, Katniss turned her head and crossed her arms indignantly across her chest. She knew if she looked into those beautiful, penetrating blue eyes, she would be completely incapable of maintaining her anger. Although, she really wasn’t so much angry as embarrassed.

“If it makes you feel any better … I … I volunteer as tribute, and—you can do whatever you want to me,” Peeta pressed cheekily. “Or, on second thought,” he whispered next to her ear, “I will do anything you want me to do to you.”

This caught Katniss’s attention, and her head snapped to the side, meeting Peeta’s gaze. “Anything?” she questioned, the neurons in her brain firing away at a million miles per second.

“Anything,” Peeta’s throaty voice reiterated into Katniss’s ear, sending a shiver running throughout her body. “You can threaten me, torture me, punish me to your heart’s content. I will submit to you … I will be yours to do as you wish,” Peeta confirmed, feeling Katniss’s body relax just before he released his hold on her.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Mellark.” Katniss grinned, a hint of a seduction marring her tone.

~*~*~

Peeta couldn’t shake the image of Katniss from his mind ever since their time in the ocean. Well, truth be told, Peeta was completely incapable of getting his beautiful, sexy, stubborn, and confident girlfriend off his mind, but the intensity in her eyes when he volunteered himself as tribute was something else entirely. And there was something deep in his bones that told him she would make it a night he would remember, always.

Before they even got out of the water, Katniss informed Peeta that she was ready to cash in her prize. Eager to please his girlfriend, Peeta promised Katniss a night she would never forget. The four of them collected their belongings and headed to the Magdalene, the name of their apartment complex.

Finnick and Peeta shared an apartment on the fourth floor of the Magdalene, while Katniss and Annie roomed together on the twelfth floor. The Magdalene was one of the nicer beachfront apartments in the district, and if it wasn’t for Finnick’s grandmother, Mags, they certainly would be hard-pressed to afford it.

Peeta loved Mags as if she were his own grandmother, and the feeling was mutual. She was nothing like any other eighty-year-old woman Peeta had ever met. She had more life, more stamina, and more spunk than some of Peeta’s friends his own age.

“So,” Peeta pulled Katniss in for a hug, whispering in her ear, “any special requests tonight?” Peeta hoped she would give him free rein to get creative.

“Surprise me,” Katniss offered, shrugging her shoulders with a sly grin. When Annie got word of their ‘date night,’ she giggled with excitement before hauling Katniss to their apartment to help her get ready.

Peeta had the jitters all day; he was a nervous wreck. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why. He and Katniss had been dating for almost a year now. He still couldn’t believe that she agreed to go out with him; he couldn’t believe she was really his. He had fallen in love with her the very first moment he laid eyes on her, and even more so when he heard her voice. Truth be told, her voice was so enchanting, so breathtakingly beautiful that even the birds would stop to listen. It was a little more than two years ago when Annie dragged Katniss along with her to visit Finnick. From that very first encounter, Peeta knew Katniss was too good to be true, an angel sent from the high heavens. Even after a year, he lived in constant fear that she would realize the true testament of her worth and leave him high and dry.

For the third time, Peeta checked and double-checked the picnic basket Mags lent him, wanting to be absolutely certain he didn’t forget anything important.

“Dude!” Finnick complained, “You’ve got everything you need. Now, go!”

“Fine, fine, okay!” Peeta yelled back, hoping he sounded calmer than he felt.

Peeta smiled nervously as he made his way to the elevator, taking it up to the twelfth floor. His heart was banging underneath his rib cage, and he was almost certain Katniss could hear it from inside her apartment.

Peeta knocked on the door, taking slow, deep, and measured breaths as he tried to steady his erratic, pounding heart. He was curious and anxious and nervous, all rolled into one. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Katniss swung the door open, and Peeta could swear that his heart stopped beating from the shock of her beauty.

“Wow—wow, you look … you are so beautiful,” Peeta stuttered, his eyes widened with desire.

Katniss grinned, eyeing Peeta up and down seductively. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she responded playfully, recalling Annie’s words on the beach. Peeta wasn’t sure if it was her dress, the tone of her voice, or the way she just eye-fucked him— whatever it was, though, caused his shorts to get just a little bit tighter.

When Katniss texted Peeta a few hours ago, asking what the dress code was for the night, Peeta responded with, “Classy, casual, and comfortable,” which he knew would drive her mad. Peeta nodded his assent at her choice in clothing, seeing that she decided to play it safe with a flowing sundress in incandescent, fading shades of yellow, orange, and red, resembling the embers of a fire.

Finnick got it right when he called her the Girl on Fire, Peeta thought.

Katniss grabbed her purse, and they headed out with their fingers linked together. It wasn’t until they reached the elevator when Katniss caught sight of the picnic basket, and her face lit up.

“When you said we were having dinner, I thought you meant at a restaurant,” she surmised.

Peeta only grinned back, not wanting to give anything away.

“Seriously Peeta, where are we going?” Katniss pleaded impatiently.

“Not telling, it’s a surprise,” Peeta snickered. When they reached the lobby, Peeta stopped and pulled Katniss to his body. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, devouring her lips. Katniss parted her mouth, granting Peeta the access he so clearly craved. He traced his tongue along her lips teasingly before plunging into her mouth. When Katniss whimpered with pleasure, he took it as his sign to stop. The night was still young, and they were, after all, still in the lobby of their apartment complex.

“Come here, I need you to wear something for me,” Peeta instructed.

“What is it?”

“Just … trust me, okay?” Peeta met her eyes with genuine sincerity, to which Katniss gave him a hesitant nod. Then he slowly turned her around so she was facing away from him and placed something over her eyes—a blindfold.

“Peeta! I can’t see anything!” Katniss wailed, reaching up to remove the cloth covering from her face.

Peeta, however, had other plans. He placed a reassuring hand on Katniss’s back and whispered into her ear, “That’s the point. It can’t be a surprise if you see it. Just … trust me. I promise I would never allow any harm to come to you.”

Of all the things Katniss feared, and yes, there was plenty that scared her, that was not one of them. She always felt completely safe with Peeta, even if she didn’t say so. Instead, she held her tongue, forming her lips into a tight line as she continued to stand there. She wasn’t sure about this; she didn’t like not being able to see. It brought back memories of her father’s death, deep underground in the mines that blasted him into nothingness. By relinquishing her sight, she was putting her life in Peeta’s hands; she was giving up all control. It was not something she was used to, and she wondered if he knew that.

“I promise, Katniss, we’re not going far.” Katniss wasn’t sure if Peeta had picked up on her apprehension or what, but she liked it. She liked it, and it scared her that she liked it‒so much so that it sent goosebumps prickling across her arm.

“Okay, fine,” she hissed, wishing she could remove the blindfold so she could scowl at him— and he could see it because she was most definitely scowling at him.

Peeta guided her slowly and carefully from the lobby, through the walkway, and down the path that opened to the beach. They walked for a few minutes until they reached a private section of the beach meant for only guests of the Magdalene. Peeta had ‘fancied-up’ the plain, simple, blocked-off section designated only to residents of the Magdalene with his own version of a canopy, the sheets hanging from the top rungs, so as to not interfere with the sand dunes. He also strung several sets of twinkling white lights to accent the area, and the moon shone perfectly—almost too perfectly above the sea. At one point, while Peeta was applying his own decorations, he found himself wondering if there really was a sea god and if he would do his part in helping him out tonight. Just in case, he sent a silent prayer requesting clear skies, and that Mother Nature would be on time.

Peeta led Katniss closer to the beach, where a table and two chairs idly sat, the chairs on opposite ends of the table, and a single lit candle, shaded by a partial dome covering that accented the center of the table. Peeta stopped when they reached the sand and set the picnic basket down for a moment. He pulled Katniss’s back to his chest, placed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck, and gently removed her blindfold.

“We’re here,” Peeta whispered in her ear, stuffing the blindfold into his pocket.

Katniss was confused; her eyes remained closed as she inhaled her surroundings. She could hear the crashing of waves and inhaled the salty, fresh air that accompanied the ocean. “But … we’ve barely been walking five minutes; the only place we can walk to in five minutes or less is the—”

Peeta grinned from ear to ear at the astonished look on his girlfriend’s face, which sent a rush of pride soaring through his limbs.

“Beach,” Katniss finished as she opened her eyes and surveyed the area, taking in the sight before her. “Oh my god, Peeta, this is—this is—it’s—”

Peeta guided Katniss to the table and pulled the chair out for her like a gentleman. The incoming waves flirted with the legs of their table, but the tide was on its way out, so getting washed away was the least of his worries. Once Katniss was situated Peeta unloaded the items from the picnic basket.

“Peeta … is this … is it—?” Katniss faltered, her eyes wide with shock.

“Lamb stew.” Peeta confirmed with a nod, unable to contain his grin. “It’s what we ate the night you agreed to have me.” Katniss blushed at Peeta’s words. He always knew the exact words to warm her heart. If he wasn’t careful, she would be completely melted before the night was over.

“Lamb stew with rice and dried plums, sliced oranges, fried asparagus—” Katniss scanned each platter, naming them as her eyes landed on it. Her heart felt as if it were swelling to twice its size by the time she met Peeta’s eyes. “How do you remember all of this?”

“Katniss—” Peeta smiled, shaking his head in disbelief as he took the seat across from her. “That was the best day of my life—I remember every single, microscopic, minuscule detail of that day. I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I have replayed that day over and over, again and again in my head. I remember the exact clothes you were wearing, the way your hair was…” He paused for a second, debating whether or not to share this next part with her.

Deciding there was nothing to lose, he reached out for Katniss’s hand. “It was in two braids instead of one—I think you and Annie had just come back from a game of beach volleyball, so it wasn’t in its usual single, over-the-shoulder braid. You had these cute flip flops on, with a flower between your toes. I think it was a primrose.”

Katniss felt the heat spreading throughout her limbs, down to the tips of her toes. There was a quickening in her belly, a hunger that felt like no hunger pang she had ever felt before. And if there was one thing Katniss knew, it was hunger. Though it had been years since she was that scrawny, starving little girl, it was not likely something she would ever forget.

Except, this was a hunger that had nothing whatsoever to do with food.

Katniss could no longer contain herself. She couldn’t just smile at him, say thank you, and tell him how amazing he was. For Katniss, actions spoke louder than words, so she scooted her chair back and promptly circled the table. She shimmied her right leg over Peeta’s lap and situated herself on his lap, straddling his hips. Then she encircled her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his.

“I love you, Peeta Mellark—God, do I love you,” she mumbled through heated kisses. They were frozen like that—a mess of tangled limbs and frenzied kisses, the butterflies swarming erratically in their bellies. They did not want to part, not even for air, but alas, they finally did.

“We should, um … let’s eat. We’re getting off schedule.” Peeta cleared his throat, prompting Katniss to pull back, raising an inquisitive brow.

“Trust me,” Peeta mouthed to her.

Although she didn’t want to, Katniss returned to her seat to eat the dinner Peeta prepared for them under the glistening moonlight. Before they got out here, Katniss was starving, famished; her grumbling stomach was proof. But now, after seeing everything Peeta did for her, after seeing all the trouble he went to, to make this night perfect for her, there was only one thing she wanted, and it— he was sitting in front of her.

Once they finished their meal, Peeta cleared their dishes, replacing them with a single bowl.

“More food?” Katniss inquired.

“I learned very early on that food was the way to your heart.” Peeta shrugged, smiling crookedly. “I’m sorry, but it’s kind of melted … I guess the cooler wasn’t cold enough.”

Katniss gave Peeta a soft smile, all the while thinking that he did not need to do such things to own her heart. It was already his.

Peeta filled the empty bowl with half-melted vanilla ice cream, banana, and strawberry slices, topped off with a swirl of chocolate syrup. And then he reached into the picnic basket and pulled out two vanilla sugar wafers, plunging them into the soupy ice cream.

Katniss’s gaze lowered to her bowl and then up to Peeta, her eyes glistening with tears under the moonlight. “How did you—?” Katniss began, feeling the cool stream of liquid gliding down her cheek.

“I have my ways,” Peeta retorted with a wink. Katniss couldn’t believe it—it was the exact dessert she’d shared with her father as a kid. It had been years since she had last eaten this combination of food—years since her father died.

Katniss reached for her spoon and dipped it into the chocolate syrup-covered ice cream and delicately spooned it into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned, savoring the chilly sweetness swishing around in her mouth and closing her eyes as she proceeded to lick the spoon clean.

“Oh, Miss Everdeen, you cannot make those sounds yet,” Peeta affirmed, his eyes suddenly darkening. “And you most definitely cannot clean your spoon off in such a way.”

“Is that right? And why is that, Mr. Mellark?” Katniss countered, playing along with his little game.

“Well, for starters, it could make a guy jealous.” Katniss shuddered from Peeta’s deep, penetrating stare—it was as if he was digging into her soul. “But mostly because … those specific sounds, well, they do things to me, and I just might be tempted to lie you down right here.” Peeta tossed his head back, hinting toward the canopy, which sent a rush of electricity surging straight to Katniss’s core.

“And,” Katniss began, intentionally licking the remnants of her ice cream from her spoon seductively, “what if I want you to, um … you know?” She blushed, unable to say the words aloud.

“I promise you, Katniss,” Katniss’s body tingled from the way Peeta said her name, not to mention the irresistible way his tongue ran across his lips. “I will have my way with you, but I have one more thing planned before I am ready to pleasure you, Miss Everdeen.” Katniss’s heart sped up with excitement, imagining all the ways her boyfriend intended to make her moan, shudder, and writhe with pleasure.

She wanted him, and dammit, she didn’t want to wait. She settled by saying, “Okay,” but not without pouting.

Once they finished their ice cream, Peeta cleared the table, taking their empty dishes to the water hose and rinsing them off before returning them to the picnic basket.

“Would you accompany me on a midnight stroll, Miss Everdeen?” Peeta asked like a gentleman.

“But it’s not midnight.” Katniss blushed again, thankful for the cover of night. She felt like that’s all she was doing tonight, blushing, and she felt silly for it. She felt a thrill of excitement as she anticipated this ‘surprise,’ accepting Peeta’s hand and allowing him to lead the way. But first, Peeta kicked his shoes off under the table and motioned for Katniss to do the same. Then, together, they walked along the empty, deserted beach, savoring the sensation of warm sand beneath their toes and the waves crashing against their feet.

“Thank you for tonight, Peeta; it’s been amazing. You’ve been amazing; everything is just … perfect,” Katniss gushed, gripping even tighter onto Peeta’s hand and leaning into his side.

Peeta abruptly stopped, turned to his girlfriend, and cupped the back of her head. Then he leaned his head forward and pressed his lips to hers, applying slow, soft, and succulent kisses at first before devouring her mouth with his tongue. “Don’t you know I would do anything for you, Katniss? Anything,” he whispered sensually.

Once again, Katniss found herself shading crimson. They pulled back from their kiss and resumed walking along the beach.

“What is that, Peeta?” Katniss inquired, noticing something crawling on the ground. She scrunched her face up and strained her eyes to get a better view. It was then that she realized it wasn’t ‘something’ but a lot of ‘somethings.’

“This,” Peeta began excitedly, “is your next surprise. I wasn’t sure if they would—I mean, I was hoping they would hatch tonight,” Peeta said, leading Katniss towards the row of recently hatched, newborn sea turtles.

Together, they watched in fascination the miracle of life as the baby sea turtles hatched from their eggs in the sand dunes and began their journey to the ocean.

“Wow, this is so amazing. Annie’s going to be so jealous,” Katniss exclaimed giddily. “I remember this documentary I saw on sea turtles, and the guy said if you ever get the privilege to witness this miracle,” Katniss motioned to the sea turtles scurrying along the beach, her face transformed in awe, “that as much as you might want to help them to the ocean, not to do it because it’s what makes them strong. They have to be strong enough to brave the ocean and hide from the big bad sharks.”

“Survival of the fittest,” Peeta lamented.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Katniss agreed. “I kind of wish I could take one home.”

“I think that might be illegal, or else I would make sure you had one,” Peeta affirmed, planting a kiss on her cheek.

They watched the baby sea turtles for another hour or so before deciding to turn around and head back to the canopy.

“Every time I think you’ve gone and outdone yourself … that there is absolutely nothing you could possibly do to surprise me … you go and … amaze me all over again,” Katniss crooned, staring deeply into Peeta’s eyes.

“What can I say? I’m a man in love,” Peeta replied cheekily. Katniss responded by socking his bicep.

They held hands, walking along the beach in comfortable silence for a short time before Peeta spoke up. “So, tell me about this story you’re reading.”

Katniss froze. She felt a layer of heat surrounding her face, and her temples began to pulse. She wasn’t sure if she was shocked or embarrassed or startled. Probably a combination of all three. “It’s, um … it’s nothing really. You’ll probably just think it’s stupid and make fun of me or something.”

Peeta eyed her seriously. “Katniss,” he enunciated her name and halted his pace. “If it’s something that you like … if it brings you any amount of joy, then I will never make fun of it. I just … now, maybe you will think this is stupid, but … I— I just want to be a part of your life. I want to share what I love with you, and I want you to feel comfortable enough to share the things you love with me.”

Katniss felt her heart swelling from his words. Damn him, she thought at his impeccable penchant for always knowing the right thing to say.

“Well … I guess that, um … when we get back, I can pull it up on my phone and you can read it,” Katniss suggested doubtfully.

“No. I don’t want to read your phone; I want you to tell me what it is. What’s it about?”

Katniss felt the heat spreading to her cheeks for what felt like the millionth time tonight. “Okay, well I guess it’s, um … fluff and smut … and lemons and oranges.”

Peeta was taken aback, a line forming between his brows from confusion. “Okay, why do I get the feeling you’re not talking about marshmallow fluff and actual fruit?”

“It’s just the … lingo they use, I guess. I mean, it’s just … um … just … mostly stories about love. Romance stories. It’s based off the trilogy “Hearts and Arrows,” and like … talented fans who weren’t ready for the book to end, or they wanted a different ending, well, they sorta write their own stories for the characters.”

“Ahh, okay.” Peeta nodded, his eyes twinkling as he absorbed the information. “Is there sex?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” Katniss admitted nervously. She was still waiting for Peeta to laugh at her, or pick on her for reading fanfiction like some silly teenager.

“So, basically, it’s porn … but for people with imaginations,” Peeta said, thinking he was beginning to understand.

“Well, I mean … yes, and no. Some of the stories have very little plot and are mostly just hot and steamy word porn. But then there are other stories that delve deep into the characters with little or no sex implied. And then, of course, there are stories that have a little bit of both.”

“And is your Hearts and Cupids the only set of stories on there, or are there other fan-based stories, too?”

Katniss turned to scrutinize her boyfriend, her brows knitted with confusion. Was he seriously interested in this, or was he mocking her? She couldn’t tell.

“Well, first of all, it’s Hearts and Arrows, not Cupids. And, yeah, there’s probably fanfiction for every book, television show, and movie. Some are more popular than others, though.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Peeta said, just as the canopy was within his range of sight. “You get to escape into this make-believe world with these characters you love when you get sad, angry, happy, stressed out, or whatever other emotion fancies your tide. That sounds pretty amazing to me, and I don’t know why you would feel ashamed of it. If it makes you happy, that’s all that matters.”

Katniss grinned from ear to ear, shaking her head. “How are you— why are you so perfect? What did I ever do to deserve you, Peeta?”

“Oh, Katniss,” Peeta sighed, closing the distance between them and kissing Katniss full on the mouth. “You deserve so much more than me, but I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to be worthy of you.”

“Now, go get your phone so we can read some word porn,” he added playfully.

“Oh, y-you were serious?” Katniss faltered, her eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets. Peeta nodded, his eyes suddenly darkening with something mischievous.

Katniss retrieved her phone, turned it on, and opened the fanfiction app. She scrolled through her library, searching for a story that wasn’t too corny or cheesy, one that had just the right amount of smut. She grinned when she came across the title “Invasion” and excitedly tapped on it. If Peeta didn’t tease her after reading this one … if he didn’t go running for the hills, then she would definitely know he was a keeper. Although, she had an inkling he already was.

“Okay, um … I found one,” Katniss mumbled nervously, yet excitedly, and handed her phone to Peeta.

Peeta grinned, accepting his girlfriend’s phone. “So, do I, uh … need to know anything beforehand? Like … do you need to give me a rundown of the original story?”

“No, it’s an A/U story—” Peeta’s forehead wrinkled with confusion, prompting Katniss to back up. “A/U means ‘Alternate Universe.’ Basically, it’s a stand-alone story, only using the characters from the original series,” Katniss explained to a bewildered Peeta. “Basically, you won’t be lost if you don’t know anything about the original story beforehand.”

“Ahh, okay.” Peeta nodded, pretending to understand before taking Katniss’s arm and pulling her into the canopy.

Katniss’s jaw dropped, and her eyes grew huge when she entered the cozy space and saw all the time and effort Peeta had put into preparing the canopy for her. It was a small, blocked-off area for the residents of the Magdalene to use. Normally, it was nothing more than two benches, a table, a few chairs, and a grill. But Peeta had transformed it into something out of a fairy tale.

When Peeta first brought Katniss out here for dinner, she was amazed. She thought he’d gone above and beyond the call of duty. But this—for the umpteenth time tonight she felt her heart swelling, her stomach fluttering with so much emotion she thought she might combust.

Gone were the benches, table, chairs, and grill, replaced by large, fluffy pillows covering the entirety of the sand, and even more pillows leaning against the sides. There were even twinkling white lights that filled the tiny space. It was … perfect.

“Oh my god, Peeta— when did you have time to do all of this?” Katniss bellowed, almost in tears.

“I told you, Katniss. I would do anything for you,” he said, pulling her to his chest. He rested his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Is that—?” Katniss began, straining her ears to hear an unfamiliar sound. “Do I hear music?”

“Yeah,” Peeta admitted bashfully, “it’s just one of my Bluetooth speakers, connected to my phone. It’s not surround sound, but—”

“It’s perfect!” Katniss asserted, locking her arms around Peeta’s neck and melding their lips together.

“Come on, let’s get comfortable. I’m ready to read me some fanfiction!” Peeta declared enthusiastically.

Katniss chose a pillow at the far corner of the canopy, using another pillow to lean against. Peeta gave her time to get comfortable before crawling over and situating himself behind her. He wriggled around until he was nestled cozily behind Katniss, stretching his legs out on either side of her.

“Aliens don’t creep you out, do they?” Katniss peered over her shoulder to see her beautiful boyfriend’s sparkling blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

Peeta raised an inquisitive brow. “No, um … should they?” Katniss grinned, handing Peeta her phone.

~*~*~

“Who goes out in the middle of a cornfield … and alone in the dead, middle of the night?” Peeta chuckled as they read the intro to the story. Apparently, the heroine of the original story was a stubborn, bad-ass girl who feared no one and nothing, except for some kind of ‘Game.’ In this particular story though, she accepted a dare from her friends: to stand alone for an hour in the center of a cornfield.

Katniss giggled at Peeta’s objections. “Keep going. I swear it gets better. You’re going to love it, I promise.”

“At the first touch of her fingers between her legs, Kallie’s eyes slipped closed,” Peeta continued reading, finally fully invested and intrigued by the story. His voice lowered an octave, feeling a tingling sensation tickling his legs. “She moaned in relief. The moment had a dream-like quality; even just her hands on herself felt like an out-of-body experience, probably because there was no place in Kallie’s rational state of mind where she could imagine herself doing this.”

“What’s wrong, are you okay?” Peeta paused, noticing Katniss fanning her face. Katniss nodded, relieved she wasn’t facing Peeta so that he wasn’t privy to the embarrassment tinged on her cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just … warm in here.” Peeta couldn’t help but grin. Katniss was a terrible liar; she was turned on. Like really, really turned on. Suddenly, he got an idea.

“Here, you hold the phone; I’ll keep reading,” he suggested, needing the use of both hands. Katniss accepted her phone without hesitation, but curious all the same as to what Peeta had up his sleeve.

“Her fingers moved frantically between her legs, chasing relief, while she pinched and squeezed her nipples with the other hand. She gasped each time her fingertips brushed against her swollen clit.”

Slowly, Peeta’s fingers lightly danced their way up Katniss’s legs, tickling across her calves, softly cascading over her thighs until they reached their destination, her inner thigh. He struggled to make out the words on her phone as his fingers snuck through the seam of her panties. At first, Katniss tensed from his unexpected touch, but her tension melted almost instantly. As if her appendages had a mind of their own, Katniss found her knees relaxing, lowering and widening to grant him access.

Peeta continued reading, his voice tickling the side of Katniss’s neck. “Soon, Kallie was biting her lip, trying to contain the noises slipping between her lips as her body climbed towards its peak, her hips rocking, her knees pressed down in the hard-packed soil, panting for breath as her head swam and her vision grew foggy.

She wasn’t getting there, though. How was this not happening?”Peeta paused, lightly brushing his fingers along Katniss’s already soaked folds. Katniss let out a whimper when Peeta used his free hand to pinch her hardened nipples. Then, copying the main character of the story, he plunged a single digit into her hot, wet center. He pushed his finger in and then slid it out; in and out, in and out, just like this ‘Kallie.’

“Mmmmm,” Katniss moaned, unable to contain her vocal cords.

“It’s your turn to read,” Peeta instructed Katniss; all she could do was nod.

Katniss picked up where Peeta left off, with much difficulty as Peeta closed his eyes and listened intently. Whenever the characters would do something, touch themselves or each other, Peeta would replicate the action on his girlfriend.

Katniss read aloud as Kallie unknowingly awaited the arrival of her alien lover, by way of pheromones— hot, wet, and ready for his touch.

“You are ready for me now, I think. Soon I will bury myself so far inside you that neither of us will know where you end and I begin.” Katniss couldn’t get past three words without panting from Peeta’s touch.

“She gaped at what was happening below Tristan’s waist.

His cock was growing, not just out, but around, and it was swelling at such an alarming rate, she began to worry precisely how the sex would work. It could very well be too much for her to fit if it kept going that way. But then his cock stopped, holding steady at an imposing but not quite frightening size.

Kallie sighed in relief. And then she squeezed her thighs in anticipation.

Tristan was magnificent.

She watched, dumbfounded, as he pulled his fingers back out and sucked them clean, maintaining steady eye contact.”

Katniss struggled to focus on the letters on her phone, fought to keep her eyes open as Peeta crawled around, nestling himself snugly between her legs. He nipped gently at the fabric of her underwear, slowly and gently removing her panties with his teeth, before massaging her inner thighs with his tongue. He ran the slick muscle up and down her folds before submerging a single digit inside her. And then two.

“Oh fuck!” Katniss cried out at three. And then, just like Tristan-the-alien, he retracted his fingers, locked eyes with Katniss, and licked his own fingers clean.

“Peeta—I—I can’t keep r-reading,” Katniss panted, feeling as if she were about to burst.

“Put it down. We’ll finish later,” Peeta commanded. Katniss didn’t need to be told twice and promptly tossed her phone onto a neighboring pillow.

Katniss readied herself to move in closer to Peeta when he plunged his three fingers inside her and began to circumnavigate his tongue around her clit. Katniss immediately melted into the pillows, unable to protest or object—not that she wanted to, even if she could. But she didn’t want the pleasure to only be one-way tonight. She wanted to pleasure her amazing, wonderful, perfect boyfriend, too. If anyone deserved it, it was Peeta.

“Peeta—I—” Katniss began, but Peeta just shushed her.

“Soon, baby, soon. I promise. Just let me—” he paused, submerging his three fingers deeper, deeper, into her core and curling them up. Then he clamped his hot, wet mouth around the little bundle of nerves, much like a suction cup, applying just enough pressure in that one perfect spot. Her walls tightened around his digits as Peeta relished in the sensation of her legs quivering with pleasure. Katniss couldn’t take it anymore and fisted her fingers through Peeta’s unruly hair, locked her legs tightly around his neck, and screamed out his name as she came completely untethered at the seams.

Peeta eased the pressure on her clit as he waited for the aftershocks to subside. While giving her muscles time to relax, Peeta serenaded her inner thighs with soft, sweet kisses before slowly massaging her walls with his fingers again. There was nothing he loved more than bestowing his beautiful, grey-eyed beauty with pleasure, and he was more than ready, willing and eager to bring her to climax once more when she clenched her thighs around his neck. And then, with her fingers still tangled in his hair, she pulled his head up so their eyes could meet.

“No,” she affirmed.

Peeta stopped at once, although confused, raising a questioning brow. He worried for a moment that he’d done something that hurt her.

“It’s my turn.” Katniss grinned mischievously as she crawled her way down to her perfect, magnificent boyfriend.

Peeta wanted to protest but remembered that tonight, Katniss was in charge. He had, after all, volunteered as tribute.

Katniss stripped her strong, sexy, glorious boyfriend down to nothing, thankful for the comfort of the pillows, situating herself between his thighs. She took in the sight of his naked form as the electricity surged through every nerve in her body. He really was beautiful, and she absently thought she could be happy doing nothing but staring at him for the rest of time.

Their eyes locked with a burning desire, a heated passion for the other.

“God, you’re so big,” Katniss embellished as she wrapped her hand firmly around Peeta’s cock. She used her other hand to secure her free-falling locks as she dipped her head down and licked the moisture from the tip of his hardened member. She moaned with pleasure while her tongue massaged and caressed its way up his shaft—up and down, up and down, the vibration causing him to swell even more. Then she swirled her tongue against the tip of his head.

“Oh fuck—” Peeta grunted, closing his eyes, and savoring the pleasure she gave him. “K— Katniss,” he faltered, struggling to form his words. “Y-you don’t have to—”

“I know I don’t have to Peeta, but I want to. You make me feel so good—” she mumbled with a mouthful of his cock, “and I want you to feel that good, too.”

Peeta compelled his eyes to open, straining to focus, and took hold of Katniss’s hair, allowing her other hand complete freedom.

As Katniss licked him up and down, squeezing his shaft at the base of his cock, ensuring he received pleasure even in the places her mouth couldn’t reach, she felt adventurous and tilted her head up to meet Peeta’s eyes—something she had never felt comfortable doing before.

In that one split-second, no words were spoken, yet entire books could have been written. So many feelings were conveyed as their eyes locked. They both felt the heat, the unrelenting passion surge through their bodies—and they both became insatiable for more. It was electrifying. Their desire for the other was off the charts; they wanted, needed, and yearned to be closer.

“Come, I need your lips up here,” Peeta commanded, gently tugging her up to his lap. Without hesitation, Katniss crawled up, hungrily devouring his lips with hers. Peeta took this opportunity to flip Katniss so that she was pinned beneath him. While he couldn’t complain that their sexual exploration was anything but gratifying, he had to admit that missionary was his favorite position because it allowed him to look deep into Katniss’s eyes. In this position, he felt closer to Katniss than he had ever felt with any other human being. Ever. Nothing in this entire universe could compare to the way she made him feel.

Peeta grabbed onto his cock, teasing her opening with his head before reaching over her and grabbing something from the pocket of his shorts. Knowing what he was aiming to retrieve, Katniss tugged on his arm to gain his attention.

Peeta cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Birth control kicked in,” Katniss whispered. “I need to feel you, Peeta, with no barriers,” she begged him throatily.

Peeta’s eyes widened, and the foil packet in the pocket of his shorts was all but forgotten. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Katniss’s, trailing soft kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and finally, fluttering down to her breasts. He cupped one mound in each hand and enveloped a pebbled nipple into his readied mouth.

Katniss felt as if she was going to combust. “Ooh, Peeta,” she moaned, writhing erratically with pleasure. “Please, Peeta,” she begged him insatiably.

Peeta lined himself up with her entrance and with one quick thrust, he had her impaled. “Holy fuck, you feel fucking amazing,” he grunted, remaining still, afraid this would all be over if he moved even a fraction of a millimeter.

Once he had regained a modicum of control, he slowly retracted to the cusp of her entrance and then submerged himself deep, deep, deeper inside, creating slow, even strides. His cock pulsed rapidly against her walls, and he was certain there was nothing in this world that felt better than being completely surrounded by her.

Katniss wrapped her legs around Peeta’s waist, digging her heels into the back of his calves as she clenched her walls around his throbbing cock.

“Oh god, don’t do that— I— I’m not ready for this to be over,” with their eyes locked, Peeta pleaded with her. Katniss smiled, squeezing Peeta’s ass cheeks just as he slammed into her— hard and deep, again and again, several times over.

“Oh fuck! Peeta! Harder! More!” Katniss demanded after each thrust. Then she wriggled out from underneath him and perched herself on top.

Their hands were locked, their fingers entwined together just above Peeta’s chest as Katniss rose up slowly to the tip of his cock. Then, out of nowhere, she rammed herself down— hard and fast, grinding against him. She did this several times, both of them crying out their pleasure.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m close,” Katniss cried out, eyes closed to savor the pleasure.

Peeta nodded his assent, urging her to keep going. She ground into him, grinding her clit against the coarse hairs that rested on his pubic bone. Peeta stuck his pinky finger into his mouth and drenched the digit, then leaned up, curving his hand around to Katniss’s backside to massage her back entrance. Katniss did not object, so just as he felt her tightening against him, he pushed his pinky in, offering her double penetration.

“Look at me,” Peeta commanded just before they both exploded with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Katniss moaned and wailed. Connected not only by their genitals but their hearts, they both exploded like that— joined in the most intimate of ways with their eyes cemented on the other. And it was heavenly.

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Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

SMUT/LIGHT ANGST

About-Just a casual lunch outing where Tae’s trying to do his job and your trying to get him off under the table with your shoe...nothing new!

OR- Tae and yourself are grabbing lunch at 71 Above, after checking out the last couple of venues for the company's end of the year Holiday party. While at said restaurant, it becomes a humbling reminder that the most important people in your life are essentially a secret...cute!

WC:5k

WARNINGS: Public sex -ish( A foot-job under the table) dirty talk, teasing, light edging, frontage (kinda), overstimulation, Tae comes in his YSL leather pants, mentions of Oral (Male receiving), Tae is somewhat submissive, whilst also being a little shit. “Baby boy/Good boy” Kink

DNA Era Tae meets 2020 Tae

Tae is her baby and also her Executive Assistant

He just wants to hold her hand tbh

NOTE: This is a stand alone smut drabble within my OT7 poly universe called “7 DEEP”. Short AU SUMMARY: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! P.S. If you’re new here Kookie joins the party a little later….

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“So” Musing over your cocktail glass “Thoughts on the last place?”

Eyeing the man sitting across from you intently who’s clearly in the holiday spirit. Dressed in a deep red silk button-down, apparently, he’s taken a page out of Jimin’s book considering it’s barely buttoned, to begin with! Honestly, he’d be better off not even wearing one at all at this rate.

Smoky silver locks messily styled out of his face showcasing those bushy yet sculpted brows of his. One of your favorite past times has become watching Tae become more confident as he grows into himself. No longer finding the need to hide behind his long shaggy bangs, though you can’t; lie, you do kinda miss him looking like the puppy he truly is deep down. However this, version of Tae just hits different, your baby boy looks like a whole ass man and you’ll never get over it!

God the things you endlessly wanna do to him…..even after all these years....

You watch Tae sigh almost miserably over a mouthful of lobster mac which seems completely out of place considering the way the dish in question smells…“Honestly?”

Offering a curt nod, encouraging him to continue as you welcome yourself to his plate! The amount of cheese that’s trickling from your fork is actually disrespectful!

“It was cute, I liked how big the lot is, and more importantly how spaced out the spots are! You know how rich people get about people being too close to the damn cars!” Rolling his eyes as if he in he’s excluded from that category and you can’t help but scoff.

“Tae you technically are one of those people at this point. Just like...yesterday actually, you almost ripped Jackson’s balls off for bumping into your rearview mirror but carry on.” Flicking your fork in his direction, ignoring the sharp glare he sent your way in the process.

This time around I think both of his eyes managed to roll in different directions, again, Jimin’s wearing off on him! “Anyway, yeah, I don’t know, I liked the space, the exposed brick beams in the ceiling was cool. Kinda gave it a homey vibe which is fitting….”

You could hear it hanging off his tongue, he sounds very, “meh” about it, so you opt fil in the blank. “Butttt??”

“Butttt, I -It felt like...like I was forcing myself to like it…” Slouching down into his seat, features a little uneasy, as if him not liking the venue was a direct insult to the owner personally! You on the other hand you let out a bated breath that you weren’t even aware was being held, eyes wide shining with relief.

“Oh thank fuck” Hand slamming down absently along the table, “I thought it was just me, and I felt like such an ass too because-”

“They were so sweet” Came in unison, both of you almost cooing as you said it! Hands placed dramatically over your heart as you reclined against your chair.

“So sweet,” Tae parroted in a light pout,”I mean they were literally wearing matching loafers Y/n. Matching” Idly jading a fork into his side salad in a way that’s borderline concerning actually, a tad bit aggressive over there!

” But it just-I don’t know, I guess will always think like those broke college kids at heart” Flashing you a brief glowing smile that you can’t help but return, humming in agreeance.

“Which isn’t a bad thing, per say, the mentality definitely keeps us humbled! But there’s time and place for that attitude and honestly I just wasn’t feelin it! At least not in comparison to the others we’ve seen, it wasn’t fighting the vibe were going for. Regardless of how good the offer is” Shrugging over another mouth full of food and you there’s not much else for you to say because that was your consensus exactly.

Basically, once the two of you showed up, the cute little husband and wife duo offered you a deal which would essentially consist of them renting you the space for next to nothing. In exchange, they’d want you to post a couple of ads via your company and personal social media accounts as promo. Your initial thought outside of just thinking they were utterly adorable was how much money you’d save...but as Tae said, thankfully that’s not really a concern anymore, if you wanted you can get it!

Easily…discounts and barters aside, just a flick of the wrist and it’s yours!

“True, also can we just take a moment to talk about how aesthetically pleasing the Valentine was though?” Tossing your head back with a dramatic groan “I mean fuck you already know the way I feel about industrial spaces, the high, glass ceiling, all the greenery..” Eyes rolling to the back of your head with a slight moan…as you envision the space. Especially how moody and sexy the overall venue would look with thousands of lights cascading from the glass ceilings.

Clearly the venue was doing ....a lot for you right now!

Brow cocked at the blatant...enthusiasm surrounding the location in question “Mmm, well that’s something...interesting to add to the kink list, just when I thought I’d explored every avenue, but apparently not.” Voice low, teasing, head cocked to the side, a shit eating grin plastered along his lips, as he swirls his tongue along the tip of his straw in a way that’s……

“ I guess we’re adding “industrial spaces” to the list. Noted.” Smirking around his drink like the little shit he is!

Right, you may or may not have crossed your legs at the sudden drawl laced within his delivery but not before, kicking his shin with the tip of your heel, “You little shit” Rolling your eyes at the way he dramatically rubs the side of his leg, hitting you with straight puppy dog eyes as he pouts over at you as if you actually caused serious damage!.

Leaning forward a little so you don't have to try as hard to whisper, the notion has your breast essentially sitting on top of the table. Not that they weren’t already on full display in your dress or anything. Hand slipping beneath the table, landing on his kneecap. “What? Suddenly you don’t like a little pain?” Tone blatantly teasing whilst ghosting your nails agonizingly slow up his inner thigh, and his entire body goes rigid at the sensation. Tae’s always been extremely...

“God, your still so sensetive....” You weren’t intending for that to come out in the form of a moan but considering the one that fell from his lips in return...you ain’t mad about it! 100% dialed in to the way his eyes are fluttering, jaw tight, trying his damndest to play it cool, especially once the waitress makes eye contact silently asking if the two of you need anything. “Takes so little Hmm?”’

Flashing him a quick smile, waving her off for the time being, far too focused on another task to entertain anyone else right now! Only stopping your ministrations once your fingers land right beneath his balls.

“This place is very well lit, I like the hue, it’s casting a good soft-light, especially the way it’s bouncing off your complexion...” Eyes cascading against the ceiling, tone casual, until your eyes drop....

“You’d look so fuckin good, coming for me right now...” The words purr off your tongue, flashing him a cheeky little wink, and poor Taehyung chokes on his martini!

“You know how much you love being watched...I could have you making a mess all over yourself and no one would even know. ” Not even trying to hide the smirk playing on your lips when you can already feel the tension in the room rise. “My own little private show...” Eyes wicked as your fingers wander a little higher, gently pressing your palm down around his dick. Rubbing tauntingly, the touch isn't enough through the thick leather, however it does instantly make his length swell in the confines of his pants! We all know this….underwear is nonexistent in Tae’s world! “Kinda brings me back to our college days...” Teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the mere memory...you getting Tae off whilst in the lecture hall full of 300 plus students.

Regardless of the deer in headlights look flashing across his face his legs still spread apart, hips bucking forward because well as we just said...baby boy loves being watched. This however, prompts you to once again change positions, now digging your nails into the back of his thighs before letting the tips of your fingers tickle free. Coly bringing them back above surface to take another languid sip of your drink, tossing a strand of hair over your shoulder.

Ya know, I can’t say you’re surprised by his reaction, baby boy can dish it but sure can’t take it, neck and chest flushing to rival his shirt! Banging on his sternum in an attempt to reroute the liquor burning his lungs.

“Jesus-fuc-Y/n!” You have the nerve to hum inquisitively, only this time for his sanity he humors you! “Can you like not go from asulting me to-” Looking over his shoulder before dropping his voice down to a whisper “Stroking my dick, and offering to get me off under the table, all in the span of a nanosecond!?” The plea hissed through clenched teeth but the complaint was half hearted at most! Well aware his dicks already throbbing in his pants at the thought alone! “Fuck me” Sucking in a harsh breath, as he raked his fingers through his scalp.

“Well…” Tonguing at your inner cheek, eyes fluttering away as if you were in deep thought… “In my defense you kinda started it, bringing up my kink list like I don’t own a whole ass porn company!” Propping your chin on your palm, gaze locked and loaded “Like I wasn’t thinking about tainting that sweet innocent couple by letting them watch as I dropped to my knees, letting you fuc-”

“Y/n!” He actually attempts to sound almost applauded, like he doesn’t love how absolutely filthy your mouth is. However there’s a silent little “please” playing on his tongue, no matter how threatening he tried to sound.

You giggled, straight up giggled, reclining in your seat, amused, and somewhat satisfied so you let him be, for the time being anyway. Though you may have eaten your angel hair pasta in a very obscene manner, every now and then you’d sinfully suck the noodles through your overly glossed lips! However, if he dared to clock you on it you’d just simply note that it was your way of not messing up your makeup….

The two of you finish your lunch in comfortable silence, making small talk here and there, a mixture of work and bullshit until Tae’s phone goes off with a couple text notifications.

A low hum rattling in the back of his throat as he eyes the message from Hoseok. Subconsciously Tae reaches across the table, intertwining your fingers before bringing your knuckles up to his lips. Grazing them with his lips casually as he scrolls through his phone.

“Alright baby, so, I have a list ready, we have a couple brands that wanna work with us for the party. Seoks already narrowed it down to the ones that are actually worth discussing however-“

Honestly, it took both of you a minute to even realize what was going on, the skinship was second nature at this point. It wasn’t until his thumb grazed over your wedding band that the notion even resonated! Tae and yourself were a good two drinks in, feelin all warm and fuzzy and got caught up in the moment! Temporarily forgetting that you were in the middle of a restaurant in Downtown LA! Forgetting that the Kim currently caressing your knuckles and calling you baby is not the one you're technically married to! It may seem minor in retrospect, but you’ve always tried to stop yourselves from getting comfortable, with being comfortable in certain locations if that makes sense! You slip up one to many times and the next thing you know it happening in the office or on the red carpet!

Taehyung’s eyes grow almost comically wide, straight panic flashes over those big brown orbs of his and your heart sinks as you watch his head whip around, checking to make sure no one caught the interaction. It was almost painful how quickly he disconnected from you as his entire face dropped and no, just no!

“Hey...hey no it’s fine, it’s like 2 in the afternoon on a Tuesday! Not to mention we’re tucked in a booth in the corner ,we’re good, nobody heard or saw you…” Voice calm and quiet, trying to come off comforting, flashing him a weary smile. Reaching across the table to thumb at his palm, and it would be a lie to say you didn't also check over your shoulder before hand as well’

A dry almost bitter chuckle leaves his throat as he flinches away, tossing the fork down on his plate sliding it halfway across the table indicating he is more than done eating. Flicking the bridge of his nose with his index finger, jaw twitching, “Yeah, lucky me huh? I actually got to hold your hand for all of two seconds before we realized I’m techionally not allowed to do that unless were in fuckin I don’t know Alaska!”

He’s agitated, and with every right to be, even if he is being a little dramatic. Thankfully he’s keeping his voice low, but you can feel how tight his throat is, the amount of grit laced within his tenor has your eyes bugging out of there socket.

“Bab- “ It was a reflex, whenever he’s upset it’s just what falls from your lips, and he gives you a look, almost as if to say “How fucking dare you” ! The level of hurt the pet name just rendered within his eyes is-

Eyes sharp, brows furrowed “Noo, nooo, we literally just went through this. That’s not the way it works for us in this kinda setting” Flailing his arms around to reference the restaurant. “Wrong Kim” Well damn. “So it's Tae in public remember!?” Brow quirked accusingly, he’s abating this entire situation, almost like he wants you to snap, a second away from whisper yelling! “ Or maybe I should say Taehyung, hell just use my full government while your at it. Let’s make it real impersonal, Mr. Kim maybe?” Head cocked to the side as if he’s being genuine and not a total smartass right now.

You-he’s ...hurt, and you get that, hell you respect that, but Lunch at 71 Above is not the time or place for this conversation. You’re trying to approach this on a more rational level, however the condescending delivery is making it hard, and your only human. Eyes rolling to the back of your head before you can even catch yourself and that little gesture seems to be what officially set him off!

You can physically see the tension within his face... “I’m gonna go get some air, I might actually call a Uber or somethin,.” The words trailed off his lips low in mumbled but clear enough to be heard because that’s ultimately what he wanted to begin with.

There was something in his eyes you couldn’t read, a combination of anger/hurt mixed another emotion you can’t quite pinpoint! But whatever it is, you fuckin hated it! Throat running painfully dry as watch him slide his chair out and even though realistically you know at max he’s headed home...Still the gesture alone is gut wrenching because you know this runs deeper than just this situation!

“Tae” His name leaves your throat as more of a warning, reaching up to take an almost possessive grip on his wrist. Fingertips landing on the edge of his Cartier bracelet, the one you're both wearing actually, same arm and all!

A deep labored breath shutters from his chest at the contact, thighs feelin like a newborn fawn, gaze hesitantly meeting yours. “Tae, baby” Daring to use the endearment again regardless of your current surroundings “Sit back down so I can order us dessert and we can discuss whatever you want...just-please” The ending whisked off your tongue so faint your almost wondering if he even heard you!

Taehyung narrows his eyes, teeth clenched, tongue nudging his inner cheek! “I’m not really in the mood for cake right now Y/n. To be honest I just wanna leave” You know he’s aiming for dry but instead he lands somewhere around defeated , which makes it even worse. You’re both well aware this is not truly about cake, it’s about his constant need to run away from shit!

Sliding your fingers down his wrist, interlocking your fingers, giving them a firm squeeze. Eyes locked with his “Then you can get whatever you want, but I need you to just be here right now, I really, really need you to sit here, and just breathe through this with me.”

He’s know what your really asking is for him not to run away for once!

A faint little “Whatever” Leaves his lips and then he’s dead silent, silent as he slides his chair out, remaining as such for what feels like hours, and it has your heart beating painfully hard against your ribcage. It’s almost like he’s not even here, eyes fixated on some random painting on the opposite side of the restaurant, chewing at his inner cheek until....

“I’m sorry…” He admits after a baited breath, stroking your palm with his thumb gently, you can see him working over his thought’s in his head before speaking. ”I can’t - fuck I never know when I’m going to get all in my feels with shit like this, sometimes it just sucks harder than others I guess” The curt little shrug that leaves his shoulders let’s you know how uncomfortable he is, Tae’s overall persona suddenly seems mounds smaller in this moment. Anxiously stroking the back of his own neck “But....I shouldn't have come at you like that! That was fucked on my behalf and for that I’m truly am sorry ! This isn't all on you, or Joon we all-”Gazing over his shoulder before continuing “There’s just- there’s a lot, we have families and it’s just, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, ...”

Dropping his voice a little lower “I just fuckin love you” There’s a timid smile playing on his lips “and if the offer still stands I would really fuckin like chocolate cake…”

You actually snort, that’s your first instinct because only Tae, but the plus is it lightens the mood immensely! The sudden outburst triggers that full boxy grin to come into play and god your so damn enamored by this man it’s actually sad. Bringing his knuckles up to your mouth, grazing them past your lips like he did yours moments prior. “I love you too, and chocolate cake sounds fuckin amazing, and liquor, we need new drinks, actually we need an entire bottle! ” You laugh and then so does Tae, suddenly your holding hands and laughing together and everything else just seems so miniscule in the moment.

~~~~~

So, here’s the thing...being a CEO of one of the top Adult film entertainment companies is not on the same level as like..I don’t know….

Owning a high-end clothing company, or being a reality star or something. Your field is praised just as highly as it is tabooed, so with that being said, it’s not like your the top topic on E-news, or on Business Digest. You still have a strong sense of normality, point blank you’re not that important. It’s not as common for outsiders to know the high rollers within the porn industry the way it is in other fields!

However there's another avenue to factor in where the 7 of you are concerned, and that’s the world of social media, and that’s a completely different world entirely! One that’s heavily intertwined in your state in particular, living playing, and working in LA….I mean let’s get real, shit not normal here, by any means!

You’re a 26-year-old wealthy CEO, that goes to work in a Ferrari, cute little bodycons, Louboutin's, and Chanel bags! Your executive assistant is Tae for fucks sake, he looks like a model his damn self , on the surface your life is an aesthetically pleasing wet dream. An influencer without even trying for the title, if your 2.7 million followers are at all telling! So in the public eye, especially when out in Downtown LA..you try to be discreet.

Just last week Jimin was hanging all over you while walking through Saks and one of your mutual followers stopped to ask for a picture. Again this isn’t a daily occurrence, you’re not comparing yourself to Rhianna, but it’s why you do move with a slight air of caution when in your city! You literally live in a place where people become famous for running into walls, nevertheless owning their own business!

The world knows you’re married to Namjoon, and to be honest there’s numerous reasons the other aspect of your dynamic stays hidden! More than just the obvious….

However there’s been rumors circulating over the years, or at least now that Hollywood’s decided you hold some relevance! Ones pertaining your your sexuality, typically the tabloids assuming it, insulating your swingers, or that Namjoon’s bi. A Lot of these narratives circle back from your college days though, old classmates trying to slip tea to the media. Stories of when you could go to a party and it didn’t matter if you were sandwiched between Namjoon and Yoongi at the same damn time! Not to mention the dark side of social media where nothing ever truly dies, so yeah there are some questionable photos floating around. Luckily nothing recent enough to truly add fuel to the fire but you know deep down it’s only a matter of time!

One could argue it adds allure to the overall dynamic, especially considering your line of work, and maybe it wouldn’t matter if the boys were just casual thirds...but they’re not! They’re so much more than that and that’s what makes this hard, because well in laymen’s terms...people just fucking suck! So as heartbreaking as it is, where your other boys are concerned, in the public eye at least your “relationship” holds a strong air of mystery!

It’s the little things ya know? Like now for example, the fact that he could've easily gotten a foot job under the table but has to walk on eggshells about holding your hand at times! Shit just sucks sometimes, there’s no other way around it!

~~~~~~~

The two of you don’t really talk much until the dessert comes, more drinks and a bottle is in fact ordered as well! The silence felt a little more bearable this time around, busying yourselves on your phones. A very minor but significant change, is the fact that you still haven’t let go of his hand, even once the waitress returns. The simple notion has his entire dementor shifting! Fingers still tightly bound together and your chest flutters seeing the way he flushes almost bashfully at such minor PDA! Like the two of you didn’t hook up in the back of a club in London two months ago! Like you literally weren’t palming him under the table! Yet here he is blushing at openly holding your hand!

So fuckin cute!

Eventually two pieces of molten chocolate crepe cake gets brought over and holy fuck! Both moaning in unison as the pastry hits the table...

“Oh my goddd, we have to take a piece home for Jin, the like...convince him to learn how to make it!” You watch Tae’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he laces his lips around the fork! Groaning out in agreeance once the mixtures of pure sin hit his tongue.

“K...now back to , these sponsors...” Prompting over a mouth full of cake, not that you wouldn’t love to sit here and chill all day but you do have a 4pm conference call!

You watch as Tae glances down at your intertwined fingers, and his fork....realizing ones gotta go so he can pick up his phone and you physically coo back at him, melting into your set once he opts to drop the fork instead of your hand. Purposely avoiding your glance once he noticed the look on your face, nose scrunched and all!

“Right, so Uber reached out, more specifically Uber Luxxe, looking to send us 4 cars of our choice in exchange for a couple post. Spread out between IG, Twitter and Snap, I’m personally all for this one. The contract doesn’t seem excessive and I like that the post won’t feel forced! I mean realistically we were going to hire a driving service regardless! However something to also consider is our lack of filter when drinking! I mean...”Flailing his phone between the two of you as if to give an example, obviously referencing the little slip up moments prior. At least he can joke about it a little “So realistically, would we feel more comfortable with a private car service where there’s a contract involved as opposed to just some random?”

Tae just went full EA, out of nowhere and honestly ...

You blinked at him, almost dazed, fork halfway to his mouth because, what?! . “You sound so professional right now, it’s so fuckin hot.”

Tae choked on nothing but straight air before blushing profusely. “Baby-I mean-Y-“

You didn’t even flinch, continuing, unperturbed. “Nah, actually I think I’m in the mood to be baby right now!” Eying him wickedly “Your jaw just gets really tight, and your voice gets all low and raspy! It happens during meetings too, it’s really fuckin sexy! Reminds me of the way you sound when your lips are pressed into the side of my neck when we fuck.” It's just the casualness of it all, you sound like your ordering another appetizer and Tae’s about to choke on his dessert.

The grip he has on your hand is almost painful right now, “But don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here writing out my next script in my head, carry on. What rental service did you have in mind? Or did someone already reach out as well?”

It’s the way you just went from talking about Tae, being balls deep to sponsorships all in the span of a comma! In the words of your best friend you are pure chaos.....

Tae groans head hanging in defeat and your lips curl into a smirk, brow quirked in his direction.

“It’s the way I hate it here sometimes...” Snatching his hand away to jab his fork into the neglected pastry.

“Ah huh” You roll your eyes crossing your arms over your chest before leaning back. “Right, again let’s not act like you didin’t start this, both here and at the venue.” Leaning over the table again licking your lips “Don’t act like you weren’t eye fucking me the entire time, or the way you’d accidentally brush against me as we walked through the building. You’ve been practically begging for it all day.”

Tae just stares back at you, mind momentarily blank, stomach shifting into knots, letting the fork drop from those delicate fingers of his! Mouth opening and closing like a fish straight outta water...

“Did you think about it too? The acoustics in that place were fuckin insane, the way it would just echo through as you made me cum would just- fuck” You continued adding that lethal little purr back into your voice! “Or even better the way you’d sound, you don’t even know how bad I wanted to drop-“

“Y/n”

“Baby.” Phrasing the word borderline as a threat “Would you have liked that baby boy?” Cocking your head to the side, tongue teasing your bottom lip “Me on my knees for you looking up at you all pretty, letting you hold my hair and fuck my throat until you came straight into my mouth?”

Speaking of mouths' your just straight fuckin-mayhem ...and it’s making Taehyung’s brain feel like it’s melting through his ears! But god should we be surprised though?

It’s never taken much with you....

You’ve always been just what he needs and a little bit more than he can take all in one! You haven’t even touched him yet and he feels a moan creeping up his throat! Especially as he watches you swirl the tip of your tongue over the whipped cream on the edge of your fork, sucking it between your overly glossed lips in the most obscene manner.

Eyes locked and loaded, a second away from drooling, “Fuck, yeah,” He stutters breath hitching on his lungs, heat coursing through his skin. Tae’s veins literally feel like they’re on fire, subtly trying to shift in his seat to readjust himself! Glancing subconsciously out of his peripheral, the restaurant still chill and half empty. The waitress on the opposite end of the room attending to another couple!

“You always look so damn good with my cock down your throat, and my cum on your tounge. God, especially when I wrap my hand around your throat and I can feel you swallowing down around my-” Your tongue’s swirling all over this damn fork, and he can feel every flick your tongue against his dick, and it’s just...fuck! Not to mention once you accidently spilled some whipped cream on your lips, which you took your time licking off as well. “Jesus-Fuck, Y/n!!” Taehyung’s voice is dripping with arousal, and you already know he’s leaking all over the place.

“Yeah?” Humming around the form before setting it to the side “ You like the way I look when I’m chocking on your cock?” These questions are all rhetorical, your an ass “Or how about when I get a little messy because I can’t fit it all in my mouth?” Your eyes darken, words coming out over low gasps of air, almost as if your just as aroused as he is and that’s because you are!

“Your always such a good boy for me, so helpful too holding my hair back, guiding my mouth until you hit the back of my throat...holding me in place until I gag. You know how much I love when you get rough with me ..” Tae feels the sole of your red buttons tease up his thigh, shifting between his legs. The transition was so damn smooth it catches him off guard, instinctively wanting to push away but instead...

“You’d be loud for me too wouldn’t you? Show them how good you look falling apart for me, how good you look when you come down my throat....The way your eyes roll-”

“Holy-fuck Baby” Aggressively running his palms over his face until it’s matching his shirt “Please don’t do this to me right, now, if your gonna give it to me then fuckin let me have it but I cant-.”

You can’t help but smile back at him, so fond it almost seems out of place in the moment. “I’ll give you whatever you want Tae...you know this. You just gotta promise you’ll be good for me, we can’t draw-”

“I’m always good” He damn near growled at you, eyes daring you to say otherwise and well, who were you to deny Tae of what he wants!?Gently pressing your foot at the base of his cock, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips upon feeling that your boys already fully hard.

It’s the way the two of you are just casually in one of LA’s boujeiest restaurants and your deadass about to give him a foot job in Louboutin’s! Yup, your life had turned into a porno, you’ve officially made it!

“Kay, so back to that list of sponsors, first off I completely agree, as much as I love our contact at Uber I’d prefer an actual car service for something like that.” Here you go again the queen of the switch up, you’re back to discussing work yet there’s still a slight moan in your tenor. Breathy and light and Tae feels like all the airs being sucked from his lungs.

Tae shifts, spreading his thighs even further, shuddering out a bated breath as you point your toe, dragging it up and down! It’s a peep-toe so that alone allows you a little more flexibility! Pressure intentionally light so it’s just enough to have him on the brink of begging! But instead of doing so, he picks up his phone, hands shaky and all and continue doing his job as requested!

“Right..” Clearing his throat not sure why he currently sounds like he’s going through puberty again but K... “I’ll let Hobi know, maybe we can do something we’re we use them while planning this party or something! Since you vetoed a party planner will have a lot more running around to do! Realistically outside of Joon and Jin we all have coupes anyway...so it’s not like we can carry much!”

Mmm, always the innovator, even when all the blood and airs being rushed to his dick! You feel him try and slide forward, chasing after the stimulation.

“Ohhh, I really like that, and like you said it still feels somewhat organic because realistically our cars aren’t efficient for something like that” You press down harder against his cock almost as a reward “Good boy, what’s next?” Nodding towards his phone and it takes every ounce of self control he had to swallow down the moan laying on his tongue.

Eyes struggling to stay ajar as you continuously rub your foot up and down his length. Now applying more prominent pressure with the ball of your feet! Movement stealth from the waist up so you don’t draw attraction to yourself.

“Tae Tae” The nickname falls from your lips singsong like, and far too innocent for the demon seed you are. “Next?”

He doesn't even know what to really do except follow instructions, so he just nods, scrolling through his phone. “There was also a couple brands wanted to oh fuck-“ Gasping as you pick up your pace, damn near dropping his phone into the plate beneath him.

Face splitting into an amused grin, a hint of something wicked playing on your lips. Eyes gleaming with mischief, you watch those long, delicate fingers flex, clearly struggling this time around to bite back the moan like he needs to! Hands shaking as your continue working him at a merciless pace. Rubbing faster, harder, utilizing the rounded point on the head of your heel to press right against what your assuming is Tae’s tip by the way he shudders. Thighs shaking as he grips the edge of the table for dear life!

“Oh my godddd” Tae manages to just mouth the words as opposed to screaming them the way he desperately wants too. Tugging on his own scalp, trying to just do something to get himself busy!

“You fuckin love this....” It’s not even a question, more of a consensus!

Your eyes haven’t left his once, watching intently as you swirl your tongue around the straw before taking a sip. Moaning around it because well ya know, the drinks just that damn good apparently.

God his skin feels like it’s on fire, every stroke of your foot has him feeling like he’s coming undone!

He’s trying to focus, on his surroundings, this damn list everything but he can’t he just fucking can’t! Thankfully it’s you, and he trust you with everything he has, so his subconscious is somewhat at ease with all of this because he knows you got him!

“Yeah,fuck yeah you already know you can do anything to me” He states plainly, the most stable his voice has sounded in god knows when “Whatever you want” Gaze heavy through hooded lashes, looking straight at you with steady sinful eyes.

“Mmm, and always want it don’t you baby? Always...:”

He bites back a moan nodding, and then his phone rings, of course his phone fucking rings and it’s coming from the office because why the fuck not?!

“Answer” The command was simple, clearly no room for debate and hs eyes go wide,

“Baby” Complaining with a hint of a whine in his voice and when you don’t seem to give a damn....

“Yeah?”Jaw tight, nostrils flared as he picks up the phone. Adrenaline flies through his veins, pressure building in his gut as you relentlessly keep your pace intact! Pressing harder and deeper into all the right places until he’s coughing around Moans to try and cover it up!

Dropping his head slightly, propping it on his elbow as he squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “ Welp, That's where it would be so if you don’t see any were out, email me a list and I’ll make a Amazon-“

Taehyung’s chest heaves painfully tight, breathing becoming more erratic with every stroke and yes clearly there’s a strong voyeurism kink within this man! So as crazy as it may sound , the combination of the restaurant, and this phone call ?!

Yeah, he’s not gonna last!

Slouching down completely against the back of the booth, thighs spreading to full capacity. Fingers tangled in his Smokey locks holding his bangs out of his face. Eyes shut , jaw tight, neck slightly reclined, though to the naked eye he’d just appear to be on a very unpleasant phone call! When in all actually he’s finally just letting himself fall apart beneath your touch!

Eyes fluttering open just enough to glance down at you in a way that had you feeling like you could come right with him. Your gaze is Just as heavy as his, lips darting out to wet your lips though your throats suddenly what’s running dry!

Tae’s lips part slightly, though he’s falling apart he’s giving it right back to you. Hitting you with those sinfully needy fuck me eyes! The same ones you see when your riding and edging him until he’s coming tenfold! His breathing comes stagnate every time your foot moves and Tae finds himself gnawing down on his bottom lip to stifle the moans sliding up his chest! You can tell who's on the other end now, it’s the new secretary Alanna, and she legitimately is still getting her footing! Which is the only reason Tae is even entertaining the call, well one of the reasons!

You notice Tae’s breathing is starting to even out a little almost as if he’s gained some of his self control back and we don’t support that in this household. So you proceed to dig your foot right into the head of his cock and he straight wheezes! Body jerking off the wall and all ...

“No, I’m, fuck-“ There’s a moan that finally falls freely off his tongue that only barley seems acceptable because he in fact just choked! Voice coming out what feels like a octave lower and huskier , poor Alanna! “Yeah i'm good sorry , food just went down the wrong pipe.” He can barely think straight but he knows he needs to close this up “Hey look will be back within the hour and will sort it out then alright?”

I don’t even think he even waited for her to respond before hanging up and literally throwing his phone across the table! Gucci case and all.

“Everything okay? ?” Voice low and teasing, he knows you're technically asking about the office but your timing sucks ass!

“Fuck you” Falls off his lips in a barley audible moan, so consumed as his orgasm builds in the pit of his stomach! Eyes still struggling to stay open mouth, mouth falling slack, if your were in your right mind you’d tell him to pull it together alittle! Now that he’s off the phone, he either looks like he’s getting a foot job, or like he’s high on meth! Neither are appealing to the GP! God, he must look utterly ridiculous right now, thankfully he’s shifted against the booth so he’s facing a wall as opposed to other guest!

“Mm, my pretty baby’s close yeah?” Watching how heavily his throat bobs as he swallows, Tae’s leaking precum all over the damn place, so, close hips gently rocking into your foot as discreetly as possible, growing more desperate by the second. Fuck he needs to come, he needs to!

“Yeah baby please don’t- fuck” God he sounds so good, so needy and pliant and fuck!

“I got you...” At that you actually kick your shoe off, moving back to press down even harder, rubbing and rubbing forcing Tae to attempt to grab his drink in attempts to muzzle himself. However his hands are shaking too hard and he almost knocks it over!

“God baby I’m-“

“Be a good boy for me”

And he is, coming with a shuddering breath, under the steady pressure of your foot as his release tears through his veins. Dropping his to the table as subtly as possible(Hell maybe people will think he’s tipsy or not feeling well), thighs shaking, chest heaving painfully hard. He’s not completely silently but he does a lot better than expected, a low groan manages to slip past his lips.

“Good boy” The praise rolls off your tongue and goes straight to his dick, as if he needed anymore stimulation there. Another faint whimper falls off his lips until he’s drooling all over the table. Not even realizing initially, that his hips were still grinding into you until he’s hissing from oversensitivity! The force of his orgasm has Taehyung drawing straight blanks, hearing nothing but white nose rustling in the background!

Also, I don’t know what that says about Tae as a person but he’s not even remotely humiliated! The only thing that he’s about to regret once his mind's less foggy is how absolutely drenched his YSL leather pants are!

So busy trying to get his breathing back in check as he comes down from his high, he completely missed the way you’d signaled to the server. Calmly asking for her to add 8 more slices of cake to go, and bring the bill over!

His face is flushed, his pants feel gross as hell but above everything else he feels so damn good! Reaching down to still your foot, gently massaging the top as his eyes finally flutter open! Vision still a little hazy as he looks back at you with a dazed smile, and your gazing back at him with so much fondness that the first thing that slurs off his lips in a whisper is....

“I fuckin love you!”

Flashing him a wink in return as you make eye contact with your servers whose letting you know she’ll be over in a moment. Keeping your foot stationary for a moment, enjoying the well deserved foot massage. Occasionally flexing your toes to “accidentally brush against his dick. Giggling around your drink every time he'd hiss and jerk away!

This entire lunch situation was a damn mess, and high key reckless but, the blissed out smile written all over his face is more than worth it. Where just ugh...not gonna tell the boys about this!

“Love you too Tae”

~~~~~~~~~

Everything from that moment on kind of feels like a blur honestly, up until the two of you sliding into your car and before you can even get yourself settled he’s on you! Yanking you out of your seat and into his lap before you can even put your seatbelt on which obviously is not ideal this is a sports car after all but you don’t dare complain! Taehyung’s far from shy with his wants, griping the back of your neck, sliding his fingers through your hair as he presses your lips together! He doesn’t try to ease you into it either It’s hard, hungry, desperate and overtly needy! Forcing both of you to huff out a staggered breath through your nose to even keep up! You breathe him in, and he breathes you out, it’s all open mouthed, and heady, an obscene amount of moans rolling off your tongues. Reclining your jaw, giving him free reign to explore your mouth. Tongue rolling against your slick and languid with years of finesse between the two of you. No matter how hard he’s kissing you it still doesn’t feel rushed, its deep, borderline sensual actually!

Tae pulls back just enough to nip at your bottom lip, dragging his across your jaw and down the side of your neck! Licking sucking and biting, along your skin, moaning at the way you arch and grind your hips into every touch! The two of you carry on like that until there’s suddenly something thumbing in the back of your throat!

“Hey..” There's a slight sternness within your voice that has him instantly trying to snap out of his postcoital haze. Stroking the hinge of his jaw “You know, how much I love you right? And if, we need to all sit down a re-”

Cutting you off with the smooth glide of his lips pulling you into a kiss that’s a slower, less needy, there’s no ulterior motive, Tae just wants to feel you “Nah, I don't wanna change anything sometimes- I just want-”

“I know...” Because you do, pressing your forehead to his, not even kissing just letting your breaths melt as one. Massaging his scalp gently, he already looks like he’s a second away from passing out! Pondering if maybe the two of you should switch places...

“Promise you’ll let me take care of you later” Tae nuzzles against the side of your face like a puppy wanting his ears scratched! Believe it or not he wasn’t always such a selfless lover, not until he found you guys! Now it’s almost like his orgasms feel incomplete if he’s the only one coming once it’s all said and done!

“You can do whatever you want to me Tae, you know this.” Placing a couple lingering kisses on those pouty lips of his before hesitantly shuffling into the passengers seat. Transfixed on the way he slips back into his lane, fixing his hair, pulling out his oversized cat eye frames to rest on the bridge of his nose. One hand on the wheel the other finding there home on your thigh. Noting the slight discomfort as he shifts in his seat, no doubt due to the fact that well, he just came in his pants.

“How about..” Leaning over to place a open mouth kiss right beneath is ear, digging your nails into his thigh until he moans. “ I clean you up a little on the drive, and we pit stop at mine, and we drop you off first so you can shower and chill. Then me and Joon will come back and crawl into bed with you after were done for the day..”

“Am I being given the rest of the day off Mrs. Kim?” You can already hear the smirk in his voice without even looking...

“Yes Mr. Kim that would be correct....” Already working the zipper before he can even respond because you already know how this is about to pan out...

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Hi my babies, first off IDK where this came from, I also wouldn’t consider it my best, but it was the first thing I’ve written in like 6 months which felt good. This was supposed to be up back in December I had a couple holiday prompts for the series that I never got around to completing ! But If you enjoyed show this some love and come talk to me!

Love always,

Rocki

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Pairing: Finn Balor X reader

Word Count: 2152

Warnings: Smutt (implied)

Description: A/n you and your best friend Becky Lynch are sharing a hotel room together, but when her boyfriend Seth Rollins sneaks in, you are left with no choice but to sleep in his room with the guy you hate, Finn Balor.

A/N This is part of a series of one shots I am doing. You can read this and the others on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

Room Swap

"Name please," the receptionist asked as you searched through your purse for your ID.

"Y/l/n. It should be a twin room."

"Ah yes, here you are," she turned to the board behind and picked out a key card. You're in room 412."

"Thanks!" you take the key card off of her and return to Becky, who was waiting with your luggage in the lobby.

"Everything all sorted, roomie?" Becky asked, thumbing through a magazine.

"Yeah I can't wait. Ever since you got with Seth we never get to bunk together. It's gonna be like old times!"

"I just hope you're ready for a wild night of stuffing our faces with room service and bingeing bad horror movies," she winked and giggled.

"Ooft sounds like a hot date," you teased her.

"Speaking of hot..." Becky gestured to the lobby entrance where her boyfriend Seth Rollins was bringing in his luggage. He made his way over to you and beamed when he saw Becky.

"Damn, you're beautiful. Can I get your number?" he teased.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend. He's super buff and macho and could probably kick your ass," she retorted, planting a loving kiss on his cheek. Seth wrapped his arms around her waist as you smiled at how happy you were that your friend found someone who truly loved her.

"Are you sure you wanna spend the night with y/n? I mean I love Finn but we could have a LOT of fun in a room together..." Seth cooed, kissing Beckys neck.

"Hey, Rollins! Stop making moves on my woman. You get every other night with her. Go near her, and I'll chop that dick off!" you threatened playfully.

"Fine, Jeez!" he laughed, "We really need to get you a boyfriend."

You shuddered at the words. You had been secretly seeing someone, but broke it off a couple of weeks ago and you were starting to lose hope of ever finding a decent guy.

"You know, Finn is still single..." Becky prompted.

"Ugh no way!" you retched, "not even if he was the last man on Earth."

"Finn's a great guy! I really don't get why you hate him so much..." Seth shook his head.

"Where do I start? He's cocky and narcissistic, he thinks he's God's gift to women, he's always bragging about how many girls he's been with. Yeah sure, he's hot, but he knows it. Besides, he's a jerk to me whenever we're together."

"Y/n, you haven't even given him a chance. I reckon if you spent some time alone with him, you'd see all the good parts of him!" Seth enthused.

"He wears very tight trunks in the ring, I've already seen WAY more parts of him than I'm comfortable with."

"Aww, y/n, I'm flattered you spend your free time thinking about me in tight trunks!" came an Irish accent from behind you. You groaned internally.

"I wouldn't be... You missed the part where I called you cocky and narcissistic." you jeered, smirking at Finn.

"It's not cocky if you can back it up love," he winked, and you hated yourself for finding him so attractive.

"Right, sure. Guys like you are all talk."

"Oh one night alone with me, and you'd never want to leave," he went to brush a hair from your face, giggling mischievously as you swatted it away. "I could prove it to you tonight if you want."

"Oh my god, why are all the men in my life trying to ruin our night together? Go find some other woman to disappoint, Balor! She's mine tonight," Becky scolded him. "Y/n, we should go to our room before these Jackasses get in the way."

Becky stood up, kissed Seth affectionately and grabbed her luggage. You followed her leave, grabbing your things and saying goodbye to Seth.

"What no goodbye kiss for me?" Finn hollered is you set off towards the elevator, cackling at the middle finger you were now responding with.

When you got to the room, Becky kicked her shoes off and dove onto a bed. You changed into a tank top and some leggings as she looked through the room service menu.

"I'm gonna get some lobster. What do you want?"

"Ooh very fancy. I'll have the same."

You spent the evening pigging out on fancy room service and making fun of terrible movies before eventually feeling too tired to stay awake and nodding off halfway through the second movie.

Just as you'd fallen asleep, you were awoken by a noise. You weren't sure what it was at first, it sounded kind of wet. Then you heard a soft moan coming from the bed next to you and you looked over to see a huge lump under the covers of Beckys bed. Groaning, you turned your bedside lamp on.

"Really guys? I'm trying to sleep here..." you protested.

"Oh shit, sorry y/n. I'll just go." a naked Seth peeked out from under the covers, his hair messy and his voice breathless.

"No, it's fine just... Give me your key card. I'll sleep in your room."

"Really? Sure, it's in my pants. Thanks y/n, you're the best." Seth said, before retreating back under the covers, much to the delight of a giggling Becky.

You hastily retrieved the key card (room 426) from his discarded pants and made your escape.

As you stormed down the hall to where Seth and Finn were staying, you muttered under your breath. You knew that Becky and Seth were a couple, but do they have no boundaries? You arrived at room 426 and knocked on the door. Despite having the key, you didn't want to just barge into the room unannounced.

A shirtless Finn opened the door. He blinked in surprise upon seeing you, before smiling cockily.

"I see you decided to take me up on my offer earlier," he purred, leaning coolly against the doorframe.

"No chance in hell. Seth and Becky are 'getting busy', and as close as we are, I REALLY don't wanna see her O face so... Seth said I could crash here. Sorry to disappoint you," you shoved past, struggling to keep your eyes off of his impressive torso.

"Alright but I should warn you... I sleep naked," Finn beamed at you, amused by the look of horror that crossed your face.

"Whatever just... You stay in your bed, I'll stay in mine and we should get through the night without me beating you to death!" you smiled sweetly back at him.

"Oh come on. I'm just messing with you," he chuckled, grabbing a towel from the wardrobe. "I'm gonna take a shower, TV remote is there. Make yourself at home."

Finn disappeared into the bathroom and shortly after, you heard the gushing of the shower. For a moment, you imagined the water cascading down Finn's abs and trickling down his body. Disgusted with yourself for imagining such things, you shook the thought from your mind and turned on the TV.

Eventually, Finn emerged from the shower, and you were surprised to see him wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. You stared at him for a moment, still confused.

"Is there a problem?" he asks, snapping you out of your stupor.

"No! Not at all... You're just such a playboy, I'm surprised you're wearing actual clothes and not a towel that's far too small for you," you challenged him, secretly disappointed by the reality.

"Contrary to what you might think about me, I'm not a sex pest. I may be cocky and full of myself, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to make you uncomfortable." annoyed, Finn collapsed into his bed, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Finn... I'm sorry. I'm being a jerk. Honestly, thanks for letting me stay here. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Well... You can buy me pizza. I like pepperoni and stuffed crust please!" He grinned cheekily and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Pizza, for Mr Abs? What about all those carbs?" you teased him, picking up the menu from the desk.

"Well, you really upset me and now I'm eating my feelings," Finn pouted adorably at you, giggling when you threw a pillow at him.

You and Finn went back and forth teasing each other until the pizza arrived, when Finn jumped up excitedly and rushed to the door to collect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Finn asked, sitting at the end of his bed and tucking into his Pizza.

"Sure," you started flicking through the movie channels. "Oooh, Toy Story!"

You lay back, occasionally eyeing up Finns pizza. Your stomach gave you away and let out a thunderous growl, as you held a pillow over it, trying to muffle the sound.

"Do you want some?" Finn tempted you, patting an empty space on the bed next to him. Nodding enthusiastically, you accepted the invitation and grabbed a slice.

The room fell quiet apart from the sound of you and Finn happily tucking in to the pizza.

"So are you feeling any better?" Finn asked, grabbing another slice.

"Better? What do you mean?"

"Well you seemed angry earlier. It must be frustrating never getting to see Becky," Finn prompted, giving you a look of genuine sympathy. You were surprised that he had picked up on it. You usually had a bad attitude around him anyway, so it was impressive that he could tell you were more upset than usual.

"I was at first, but I get it. They're a couple, they wanna spend time together. If I had a boyfriend, I'd be the same, " you confessed.

"So what happened with that guy you were seeing?" Finn asked, the hint of a smile on his lips.

"Oh that didn't go anywhere. Wait, how did you know about that?"

"Oh... I guess... Becky might have mentioned it..." Finn stammered, unusually flustered.

"Becky didn't know..." you eyed him suspiciously. Finn paused, thinking for a moment before sighing.

"OK fine..." he shuffled nervously. "A couple of weeks ago, I was outside your locker room and I heard you on the phone to him."

"And why exactly were you lurking outside my locker room, Mr Balor?" you teased him, amused by this vulnerable version of Finn.

"Well, I was planning on asking you to dinner," he quickly reverted back to his usual, charismatic self.

Speechless and somewhat embarrassed, you grabbed another slice of pizza and continued watching the movie. You're cheeks felt hot, and you could still feel Finns eyes on you. But even so, you couldn't help but feel surprised by how comfortable you were around Finn.

After several minutes, you dared to glance back at him. The glance escalated, and soon you found yourself examining his features in great detail. He really was incredibly attractive. Your attention moved from his dark hair towards his mesmerising blue eyes, twinkling with delight as he watched the movie, down his strong cheekbones to where an adorable, boyish smile perfectly complimented the rest of his face. As he turned towards you and caught you staring, every instinct told you to avert your eyes, but you just couldn't.

His eyes locked onto yours, holding your gaze as you felt your heart rate increasing. He smirked, pleased with himself for having caught you staring at him. Unblinking, he looked you up and down, licking his lips seductively. Bashful, you turned away, not wanting him to see you blush. Finn reached out a hand to stroke your reddening cheek.

Your skin tingled, as you nuzzled against his hand. Finn let out a low, victorious chuckle and cupped your other cheek in his hand, turning it to face him. You stared at his lips for just a moment before closing the distance between your face and his, stopping just before his lips. You closed your eyes, smiled to yourself, and pressed your lips to his. It was gentle and nervous at first, but as your hunger for him grew, the kiss became more passionate. You let out a small moan when he gently nibbled your lower lip. He pulled away, breathless, eyeing you intensely.

"If this goes much further... I won't be able to stop myself. Are you OK with that?" Finn asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, never breaking eye contact. Finn smiled roguishly.

"Perfect." Finn grinned, tangling his fingers in your hair and devouring your lips, as you made a silent reminder to thank Seth and Becky

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think, and if you want a part 2 at some point in the future 😊

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH8

You guys have made it! Starting next chapter this story is going to look much different. This chapter also includes a couple never-read-before scenes, and the end of this one changes the course of this story quite a bit. I hope you’re all ...ready for it?

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Chapter 8: Say Amen (Saturday Night)

“I’m impressed, Adrikins.” Chloe crossed one leg over the other. “It’s not like you to go on the offensive.”

“I don’t like seeing my friends get hurt,” he said while Jean Luke poured their tea. “Lila has gone too far.”

“I’m so glad you’re seeing things my way. With you on my side, I think we can have her running back to Italy in tears by next Tuesday,” Chloe said with a crooked grin.

“Well,” Adrien drawled in his token wishy-washy tone that Chloe hated. “I want to stop her, but I don’t want to humiliate or hurt her.”

She should have known.

“Adrikins, we have got to do something about that moral compass of yours.” Chloe rolled her eyes and took a sip of her tea.

“Just because she’s mean and selfish doesn’t mean she deserves to be completely mortified. There has to be another way.” Adrien chided.

“What if we send her a fake letter saying she won an all-expense-paid trip to Jamaica for two years?” Chloe suggested. “Then we have our pilot strand her in the middle of the jungle.”

Adrien gave her a disapproving frown.

“What? I’m just brainstorming,” she said. “All I’m saying is that I will spare no expense to make her disappear.”

“No harm, Chloe.”

“I liked you better when you were spineless,” she grumbled. “Where has all this new-found courage come from anyway?”

“I just thought about what you said.” He reached for a madeleine. “…And Lila confronted me.”

“I suppose I give you an A for effort.” She applauded him slowly. “If you could convince that bakery brat to join us, then we might get somewhere.” Chloe’s eyes narrowed when Adrien averted his gaze. “I can smell your guilt from here.”

“I don’t want Marinette to know about this,” he said. “I want her to continue to move on and be happy.”

“Why do you care so much about Dupain-Cheng? I’ve known you two were friends, but I didn’t think you were that close.” Chloe eyed him.

“Lila has caused her enough grief, and she’s my friend.” He shrugged. “She’s important to me.”

His newfound protectiveness didn’t sit well with Chloe. She turned her back for a few days, and now Dupain-Cheng had Adrien eating out of her hands. She would have to keep an eye on them.

“So, that’s why you want to do something about Lila now? To help Dupain-Cheng?” She asked, doing her best not to sound offended. “And here I’d thought you couldn’t stand to see me being unjustly ignored.”

“You’ve known Marinette longer than I have. Do you think she deserved to be treated that way by her friends?” Adrien asked.

Chloe shifted her gaze to her cup, taking a long, thoughtful sip. “No,” she said, “as much as I hate her, she didn’t deserve that.”

Adrien’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but a smile curled on his lips. “You’ve changed.”

“Don’t think for a second that I care about her,” she scoffed. Her cheeks burned when Adrien leaned against his fist with a smug grin.

“I like it. It suits you,” he said. She puffed her cheeks out stubbornly, prompting a laugh from Adrien.

“Well, if you’re not going to let me do things my way, and you don’t want Dupain-Cheng to know about this, then I’m going to need some time to think and pull resources together,” she said, getting back to the matter at hand.

“Thanks, Chlo.” He leaned back and took a deep breath. “Although…”

“Don’t ‘although.’” Chloe groaned.

“I just feel kind of bad for yelling at her like that,” Adrien said.

“Why? She deserved it.” She snatched a bonbon from the tray and popped it into her mouth.

“I know, but…” He clasped his hands together between his knees. “It still feels mean.”

“Your passion was short-lived, Adrikins.” Chloe rolled her eyes.

Adrien pursed his lips, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I’ll talk to her again tomorrow and give her one last chance.” When Chloe shook her head, he added, “If she says no, then we can figure something out. Something safe and not needlessly cruel.”

“You’re such a goody-two-shoes. Always thinking everyone can change and be nice.” She stuck her tongue out with a gag.

“Well, I never gave up on you, and now you’re a superhero,” he said pointedly.

Chloe flipped her ponytail over one shoulder to hide her smile. “Fine. Do whatever you want, but I’m still going to think up plans for revenge for when you inevitably fail.” She waved him away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He crossed the room to kiss her cheeks in farewell before taking his leave.

Chloe clapped for her butler the moment the door shut behind him. “Jean Rousseau, how quickly can we have a case of live lobsters delivered?”

♪♫♪ Kaleidoscope Eyes ♪♫♪

“Wait, what happened?” Adrien asked that night over video chat. His Chinese notecards were scattered across his desk, abandoned the moment Marinette’s picture flashed on his screen.

“Clara Nightingale wants me to design for her! She came by in person and everything,” Marinette said. She laid prone on her chaise, legs kicking as she chewed her nails. “I’m so nervous, but she thinks I’ve got what it takes.”

“Of course, you do. You’re awesome.” Adrien assured her.

“Thanks.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “So, how was school for you today? Anything exciting happen?”

“Uh, just same old, same old. Lila being Lila.” He averted his gaze. “Nothing noteworthy to report.”

“That’s good, I guess,” Marinette said. “I take it Chloe hasn’t made a move?”

“Nope.”

“Give her time.” Marinette rolled her eyes. “By the way, my new friends still want to meet you.”

“I’d be happy to,” he said, thankful for the change in subject.

“Macy invited me to hang out at her house on Friday. Maybe you could come along if you aren’t busy,” she suggested.

“I’ll beg my father.”

“Awesome!” Her blue eyes sparkled when she smiled. She seemed so relaxed and carefree. Just as she should be.

He tapped his fingers on his desk, his conscience loud in his ears. “You know I’d do anything to help you, right?”

“What? I, uh, yeah I mean, we’re friends, so I’d do anything to help you too,” she stammered, cheeks pink. “Why?”

“No reason, just if you need anyone to bounce ideas off of for Clara, that’s all…” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I should get back to studying.”

“Right, I’m sorry for calling and distracting you!” She scrambled to sit up.

“It’s fine. I’m glad you did,” he said. “Talk to you soon.”

“I’ll let you know how designing goes,” she said. “Good night, Adrien.”

“Yeah, good night…”

♪♫♪ Dancing With a Wolf ♪♫♪

“Did you finish filing those papers Mme. Mendeleiev asked you to do?” Alya asked after school the next day.

Lila suppressed an eye roll, cupping her hands to her cheeks. “Oh no, I didn’t, and I totally forgot that my mom set up a meeting for me with some ambassadors about a new idea I have to help special needs kids in third world countries!” She clasped her hands together. “I know you’re busy, but would you mind finishing that up for me? I will totally make it up to you!”

“No worries, girl,” Alya said. “Go save the world.”

Lila smiled triumphantly as she sauntered toward the locker room, looking forward to her afternoon off. The students here were so gullible. She’d never had such an easy time pushing her work off on others, and now that Marinette was gone, she could do whatever she wanted. Rounding the corner, she found Adrien standing by her locker with a solemn expression.

“Hey, Lila,” he said. “Can we talk?”

“Are you going to apologize for how you spoke to me yesterday?” She crossed her arms over her chest with a humph.

“I am.” He nodded.

“Well, go on then,” she said.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” he said.

Her shoulders relaxed, and the smug grin returned to her lips. “Apology accepted. I’m so happy that you see things my w-”

“I’m not finished.” He cut her off. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, but I’m not sorry for what I said.” Her eyes narrowed, so he continued, “If you continue lying to everyone and using them, you’re only going to hurt yourself in the end. People are going to figure it out eventually, and they’re going to be angry with you.”

“These people are blind. I’ll get away with it for as long as I want.” She brushed past him to open her locker.

“I know you think that, but you’re wrong,” he said, and Lila could see where this speech was going. “I’m going to give you one last chance, Lila. Tell everyone the truth.”

She rolled her eyes as she shifted her books. “Or what, Adrien?” She turned to him and cocked a brow. “What are you going to do? Tell everyone that I’m lying? Good luck. You see how well that went for Marinette.”

Her name sparked something in his eyes, and Lila smirked when his jaw clenched.

“I’m not going to expose you.” Adrien shook his head. “You’re going to expose yourself, and I won’t help you when you face the consequences.”

“We’ll see about that.” She reapplied her lip gloss before shutting her locker. “Sooner or later, you’ll see things my way, and when you do, I’ll be waiting.” She strutted past him with a wink, hips swaying.

“Is that your choice?”

She turned over her shoulder with an amused grin. “Oh, Adrien. One day you’re going to learn that not everyone in the world wants to be nice,” she cooed.

He nodded thoughtfully. “Suit yourself.”

At that she rolled her eyes and paced from the locker room. Adrien didn’t scare her because he was all talk and no bite—just one thing that she loved about him. Boys like him were easy to manipulate, and it was only a matter of time before she had him under her spell just like everyone else. All she had to do was wait.

♪♫♪ Cinderblock Garden ♪♫♪

Come to my garden.

When Marinette received the invite from Adrien, she swore she was dreaming, but the gates opening before her were the pinch in the side she needed. This wasn’t a dream. Adrien really invited her to his house! She should have changed schools ages ago.

“Marinette! This way,” Adrien called from the front door, a bright smile warming his face.

“This is the first time I’ve been invited to your house. I’m a little nervous…” Marinette admitted as Adrien’s bodyguard shut the door behind them.

“I had to beg Nathalie, but I think I have something that can help you with your designs for Clara.”

Adrien led the way through the large house, and Marinette soaked in as much of it as possible. It was the first opportunity she had to peek into Adrien’s life, and she wasn’t going to waste it.

Colorless walls and floors were sparsely decorated with lavish couches, untouched from the moment they were placed. Towering portraits spanned the walls, watching over each room with their solemn expressions. Goosebumps trailed up Marinette’s arms. Every object was meticulously placed, and each room resembled a museum display more than a home. She half expected an alarm to go off if she touched anything.

They passed enough tall doors to make anyone dizzy, though all of them were closed, barring Marinette off from what lied beyond. The Agreste mansion hid many secrets, some that even Adrien probably didn’t know. Adrien’s house felt more like a fortress than a home, designed not only to keep the rest of the world out, but to keep the family locked in. It was hard to tell from the outside, but moving through one gray room after another, Marinette started to see the house for what it was: a cozy prison built for a boy. No wonder Adrien was always eager to leave—it was easy to feel alone in a house like this.

She’d never considered what other barriers stood between her and Adrien. How many doors were between them? She liked to think she’d made it through a few, but the tall walls of the mansion with its many locked doors reminded her just how little she knew the boy in front of her. Would those doors ever open for her? And was Adrien even capable of opening them? She didn’t know.

“Your house is very…” Marinette searched for a word.

“Depressing?” He turned to her over his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t say that-”

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s true. My father is a brilliant designer… of clothes, but his interior décor makes funeral homes seem cheerful.”

“Lonely,” she said. “I was going to say I can see now how you get lonely.”

“It’s not all bad,” he said as Gorilla opened the brown double doors, and they stepped out into the backyard.

The dreary aura of the house gave way to warm sunlight, and Marinette welcomed the change, taking a deep breath of fresh air. Rose bushes lined the yard, vines trailing up the house in knotted tendrils while dozens of butterflies fluttered between the flowers. Despite the ever-present roar of the city beyond the walls, the garden was a tranquil place.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, dumbstruck.

“My mother loved to spend time out here, and somedays I catch my father sitting on the steps with his tablet. I thought that maybe it could inspire you too.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, and when Marinette turned to him with a smile, he gestured to the stairs. “Come on. It’s even better down there.”

Adrien beckoned for her to follow, and she trailed her hand along the smooth stone railing, head leaned back to take in all of the greenery. Sunlight trickled through the trees, casting speckled, glowing patterns on the ground. Birds chirped in the bushes, the occasional tiny head peeking out between the branches. Everything was so lively here, living in perfect harmony—a direct contrast from the dissonance inside the house.

They came to stop in front of the statue at the center—Adrien’s mother immortalized in stone. Much like the rest of the portraits in the house, it was beautiful, but also sad. Marinette couldn’t imagine losing her mom the way Adrien lost his. He put on a cheery face, but Marinette knew that he was still mourning deep down.

“My dad loves having images of my mom around. It’s like she’s still here with us,” he said. “It probably sounds silly, but I like to sit out here and talk to her sometimes. It’s comforting.”

“I don’t think that’s silly.” Marinette shook her head. “You really miss her.”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “But I know she’d want me to be happy, so I try to keep my head up every day.”

Marinette hesitated, her fingers twitching toward his. It wouldn’t be out of line to take his hand. She just wanted to comfort him…as a friend. Despite convincing herself it was an innocent gesture, her heart still skipped when she finally mustered the courage to slip her hand into his. He welcomed it, giving her hand a tight squeeze.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” she said, “and for sticking by me through everything.”

Adrien turned to her, the sunniness returning to his smile as he shot her a wink. “I’ve got your back, Marinette. You’re one of my best friends, and I’ll always be here for you.”

Her cheeks warmed, and she turned back to the statue. It was strange. Normally hearing Adrien say such things would have sent her straight to cloud 9, and she would have spent hours replaying those words in her head. But her heart couldn’t seem to get off the ground. The light fluttery feeling was weighed by a heavy darkness as if it were still trapped in the house, unable to escape into the peace of the garden.

Then I guess we shouldn’t consider ourselves bffs if there’s so much we don’t know about each other.

Maybe we shouldn’t.

“Marinette?”

She blinked, and something hot slid down her cheek. Adrien stepped closer as she batted at it with a shaking hand, a wet sheen glistening on her fingers.

“It’s okay.” He pulled her into his arms.

She clung to him as more tears spilled over, burying her face in his shoulder. She hadn’t intended to make a habit of crying in the arms of the boy she loved, but given the circumstances, she couldn’t help it. Her tears came when they wanted and refused to surrender once they started. Luckily, Adrien was so perfect and understanding that he always held her close, whispering soft encouragement until her sobs quieted.

Marinette loved him with all of her heart.

“How can anyone live with themselves when they inflict this kind of pain on others?” Adrien murmured into her hair. “Lila Rossi really is evil.”

♪♫♪ …Ready for It? ♪♫♪

Chloe wasn’t surprised to see him that evening—she didn’t even pause her yoga when he entered. It should have bothered him more that she predicted he would cave, but Chloe had known him a long time. She knew better than anyone what his limits were.

“Have you thought about my request?” she asked, shifting into downward facing dog.

Adrien chewed his cheek, Marinette’s tears now dried on his shirt, and steeled his resolve. “If you and I were to plot revenge against Lila…what do you have in mind?”

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Fic’s finished - here’s some trivia!

Includes:

References to 90s RomComs

Writerly ephemera

Baz’s wardrobe / Simon’s wardrobe

A deleted scene

90s RomComs

In the prompt, Liz mentioned Four Weddings and a Funeral and My Best Friend’s Wedding. (And The Proposal, which honestly I’ve never seen, even though now I’m thinking I should.) I didn’t really go with the vibes because I wanted to do a break up, but I put at least one reference to these films in every chapter. For fun.

He was the love of my life. My North, my South, my East and West. (Chapter 1)

It also, horrifyingly, sounds a lot like that awful song Daphne made us listen to earlier. I can’t laugh, and I can’t sing. (Chapter 2)

The whole ‘forgot the rings’ thing is reference enough

I like him dressed for weddings. (Chapter 3)

He crosses his arms. Pretends to be unmoved, even when half the bar joins in (I tipped Shepard off) (he thought the plan was brilliant) even the lobsters. They’re waving their claws in the air. (Chapter 4 - the only reference to My Best Friend’s Wedding)

“The boy’s a liar,” someone barks from behind me. “Tyrannus Pitch has been dead sixty years and good riddance.” (Chapter 5)

“Simon,” I say. “I do.” (Chapter 5)

Writerly Ephemera

Amy had this lovely idea a few months ago: Find bits of yourself that you gave to your fiction (memories and places and phrases and things into our stories).

Usually, there’s hardly any of my life in my fic, but I stole a few bits and pieces for this fic:

My father got re-married when I was at university. I like his wife, but I barely knew her then - I just knew, she’s the woman my dad left my mum for! He asked me to choose a reading and I had literally no idea what to pick. Retrospectively, I should have said no, you choose, but anyway. I chose a bit of Jeeves & Wooster where Bertie talks about wanting to get married for some reason - both my aunts loved it, the married couple were completely bemused. No idea what I was on about.

Also, their recessional music was Whitney Houston. The theme from The Bodyguard. I’d originally written this as the Spice Girls, since Daphne would have grown up in the 90s, but then I thought of the end of Chapter 2 joke, and I was like - going to troll my father from this gay fanfiction, I guess.

It was really hot when I was writing Chapter 3. That’s why it’s very hot in this chapter.

Simon and Baz choose not to get married at the end of this fic - not yet anyway. In part, because I didn’t want to re-do Golden Years, in part because that’s the end of Four Weddings, and in part because I feel a bit like I’ve written Baz in this fic. I thought I liked weddings, until I thought about it properly ... (N.B. I think actual Baz totally wants to marry Simon, btw, and Simon longs for an official family. But I had to get to my ending, so here we are.)

Baz’s wardrobe

You can still buy a very similar McQueen blazer if you like. Which I like even more. It’s completely not my vibe - unlike the Harry Styles Gucci below, which definitely is – and it’s a thousand pounds, but several times during this fic, I thought... I mean, maybe?

There’s no reference for the burgundy suit - I just wanted it.

Simon’s wardrobe

He’s wearing the Leaver’s Ball outfit at Jamie & Beth’s wedding, followed by a suit that has no reference, but is based - in my mind - on one from RooBadley’s Use Your Words

I consulted Roo about Simon’s wardrobe for this fic - for one summer wedding, one winter wedding. They gave me these:

I really liked this second suit for Simon - so much that when I remembered Simon was the best man in Chapter 5 and should probably be wearing some sort of matching outfit with Shepard, I was like... to hell with it. He’s wearing this!!!

I switched the green for undyed linen. Roo and I also had this conversation, which I wanted to use in the fic but never managed to fit in.

aralias i'm just reading in the gentleman's gazette that it's actually OK for linen to be creased

RooBadley

I would very much love for this to be a fact that Lady Ruth reassures Simon with and Simon then repeats to Baz his one bit of fashion knowledge

aralias "the really pronounced characteristic wrinkles of linen are a sign of a sophisticated casual style, actually, Baz"

RooBadley Baz: Shall I spell those wrinkles out for you, Snow? Simon: Actually, creasing is fine and acceptable when wearing linen, Baz. Though'd you'd have known that. ~smirk~

aralias i like the way this dude has rolled up the trousers too - it's not a safari, it's hipster

Deleted scene:

After the success (I think) of the end of chapter 1, I started to think ‘maybe every chapter will end with some texting!!!’

I started writing this conversation for the end of chapter 2 before I’d finished it - almost unheard of - but then I decided I hated it. Very info-dumpy. I kept the homo-positive joke, as you can see, even though I’m not sure it deserves to be kept. 😂

“HOLY MORGANA. penny just told me.”

“I know. She called me as well. It’s some sort of visa thing, I think. And she thinks it will be helpful in negotiating back all the children he’s bartered away, if she can tell people she’s his wife and has a claim on them.”

“it was more romantic when penny told me about it. shepard asked me to be his best man.”

“Oh dear. Are he and Bunce going to fight over you?”

“obviously not. penny’s a woman.”

“So? I’m going to be Fiona’s Best Man. Or Man of Honour – whatever the term is.”

“yeah, but that’s different.”

“How? Choose your words carefully, Snow.”

“I mean, because fiona doesn’t have any other friends & her sister is dead (sorry). who the fuck would she pick if not you? penny asked her sister.”

“Oh. I thought you meant because I was gay. And like to wear flowers.”

“wtf. no. i’m not homophobic. i’m LITERALLY homo … positive. (is that a thing?)”

“I think you can just say gay.”

“i’m not gay, tho”

“Right. Well, this is awkward.”

“why?”

“baz? you know i don’t know what i am. and you know it doesn’t matter, because the only person I want to be with is YOU. even tho you’re a touchy bastard.”

“man of honour suits you. you should go with that.”

“Best man doesn’t suit *you* at all.”

“fuck off.”

“are you going to come to penny’s wedding?”

“Yes. Even now I know you’re helping organise it. Do you want to come to Fiona’s?”

“fuck no. she tried to kill me. unless you want me to. i’ll go if you want me to. i’ll even buy her a gift”

“I would like you to be there.”

“all right. send me the invite.”

that’s all, folks!

Four Funereal Weddings and an American Stag Do

#carry on #awtwb spoilers #my fic #my deleted scenes #my content

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thejilyship · 4 years

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12. Roommate AU

I love jilytober prompts because I don’t need to come up with titles for things. Also, if anyone is looking for a job in which they don’t get paid, I will hire you to name things for me.

WC- 1.8K

“Listen Red-”

“My name is Lily.”

“Yes, Red, listen. I know that we put an ad in the paper, but that was to upset the roommate that we had to kick out.”

“Yeah, it’s still a sore subject, but we hate him now.”

Lily looked back and forth between the three boys before her and frowned. “Okay, but you put out the ad. And the price for the room is like, the best in the city, and I really need a place to live. Like, yesterday.”

One of the three had been quiet since she’d walked through the front door and so she looked at him now, wanting to see if she could make headway with him, since the one that kept calling her ‘Red,’ didn’t seem as sympathetic.

“I mean, it’s not very fair to put an ad out, if you had no intention of even-”

“We can interview you.” The quiet one said, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I mean, we do have an empty room after all. Just because we don’t need a roommate-”

“James.”

“Prongs.”

“Let’s just think about it.” James said. “We did put the ad out. And she said that she needs a place-”

“James,” The one with sandy hair sighed and shook his head. “It’s always the redheads with you.” He muttered quietly, and so Lily assumed that she wasn’t supposed to have heard that.

“Please. I have a sob story if you need to hear it.”

“We’ve all got a sob story, Red.”

“Yes, but my sob story is currently happening. My mum died a few months ago, and my sister sold our parents house, which I was living in. So I had to find a new place to live. My childhood friend let me move in with him, but I found out yesterday, that not only is he obsessed with me in a yucky kind of way, he’s also a white nationalist. Like he’s in a cult and everything and I can’t stay there anymore. I don’t even want to go back to get the rest of my shit.”

The three boys looked at her and then at the two bags at her feet.

“That’s all you have now?” The sandy haired one asked.

“Yes. Well, no. My friend Mary, her parents let me put some family memory type stuff in their garage. I’m glad I hadn’t gotten the chance to bring that to the city yet.”

“Alright fine. We’ll interview you. But don’t think you’ll be getting any sympathy points from me.”

“Sirius,” James sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“What?” He looked at Lily and raised a brow. “Are you a tidy roommate?”

“Yes.” Lily nodded, glad that she’d managed to get her foot in the door. “I always pick up after myself.”

“Do you cook?”

“Not for you I won’t.” He cracked a smile.

“Do you have a job?”

“I do. It’s a shitty job, but I’m working on it. I have another semester left of school. If I had a better job now though, I wouldn’t be begging you for your extra room.”

“So a job and school? How often would you actually be here?”

Lily paused for a moment. “I’m a bit of a homebody to be honest. But I do work thirty hours a week and I’m in class for another sixteen hours. Would you like me to promise to stay away from you? I can do that.”

“No, I think I’m starting to like you.” Sirius grinned.

“You’d need to move in tonight then?” James asked.

“I would,” Lily nodded. “Like I said, I can’t go back there.”

“We can go for you.” Sirius shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind rattling the pants off of a piece of shit.”

Lily bit her lip and looked down at the ground. She had no doubt that these three men would succeed in intimidating Severus, but she didn’t want them to go there either. “My stuff isn’t even packed up. I appreciate the offer, but what you just suggested sounded a bit like sympathy.”

Sirius shook his head and the other two laughed.

“No. Offering to kick the snot out of a racist bastard is simply a hobby of mine. I’m still not sure if I’m going to let you have the room.”

“It’s my house. I’m going to let her have it.” James said. “Remus, are you alright with that?”

“Excuse me,” Sirius widened his eyes and shook his head. “I’m in the middle of-”

“Yeah. I don’t have a problem with it. Welcome to the club, Lily,” He reached out and offered her his hand. She took it and sighed in relief.

“Okay, thank you, but now I have some questions for you three.”

“Oh do you,”

“Yes.” Lily nodded, looking at each of them in the eye. “Are any of you going to murder me?”

“If I was, I wouldn’t tell you.” Sirius grinned.

“Yes, I know. But my sister said that I had to ask.”

“I’ve never murdered someone before, so the odds are low.” Remus shrugged.

“I’ll just say ‘no,’ because I’m not, you know, insane like these two.” James shoved Remus’ shoulder.

“Alright.” Lily took a deep breath and tried to exhale the weight of the world that she’d been carrying around today. If this had fallen through, she would have had to get on a train and beg Petunia for a few nights on her couch, or just called London a bust and gone to live with Mary in Ireland.

But she wouldn’t have to do that now.

She was somewhere safe. Probably. They all seemed fairly harmless anyway.

“I can show you where the room is,” James offered.

“Am I just supposed to pretend like you two didn’t just get us a new roommate without asking for my vote?”

Lily had the feeling that Sirius was simply giving them all a hard time, but she folded her arms over her chest and huffed. “Look, Sirius, if you don’t want me here, I’ll leave. I can figure something else out.” She reached for her bag and stood up, pulling the strap over her shoulder. “I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes or-” “Lily,” Sirius looked a bit stricken. “No, I’m an asshole, you’ll get used to it. You can stay.”

She smiled at him. “I know, and now you have to stop complaining about it.” She winked at him and then turned to James, hoisting up her second bag. “Lead the way.”

Sirius started laughing and James looked plenty amused as well.

“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?” James asked as they walked toward the stairs.

“No more so than he is.”

James laughed. “Hopefully less trouble than he is. He is a lot of trouble.”

“Yeah, I kind of guessed that.”

“I thought I was going to have to yell at him when you grabbed your bag and pretended you were leaving.”

“All jokes aside, I really do appreciate you all letting me stay here. What did your fourth roommate do to get kicked out?”

“It wasn’t just one thing.” James shrugged. “But a couple of days ago, he uh-” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Well, it wasn’t actually me that he hurt, so I’ll have to let Sirius and Remus tell you. And they will, because they both want to take every opportunity to bitch him out that they can.” Lily smiled at him and he smiled back before reaching out and pulling a door open. “And here is your new room.”

It was entirely empty aside from a stripped bed. No furniture, no hangers in the closet, no lamps or rugs or posters. This room looked as though it's been abandoned for a while, not just since the other day.

“I know you just met us and so you’re not comfortable with us helping you out, but when you’re ready, we would like to help you get your stuff back.”

Lily let one of her bags drop to the ground, the one that didn’t have her laptop in it, and sighed. “Thanks, but I’m not sure that it’s worth it.” Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she knew that it was either Mary, asking if she was alright, or Severus, asking her where she’d gone and when she’d be back. “I didn’t even tell him that I was moving out. I’d rather him not know anything about where I went or who I’m with now.”

“Was he your b-”

“No.” Lily shook her head. “No, we reconnected at school after my mum passed. But then I found out that he transferred to my school when he found out that I was there. He printed off photos from my social media- I don’t know. I just didn’t feel safe there anymore and Mary told me that if I get murdered because I didn’t trust my instincts then she’s not going to come to my funeral.” James let out a soft laugh.

“Is Mary your sister?”

“Yes, but not by blood. Petunia is my actual sister, but we don’t get on well- Why am I telling you all of this? Mary is my best friend and she is also a bint and lives in Ireland.”

“People tell me things all the time. It must be my charming smile. I put people at ease. It’s how I got stuck with both Sirius and Remus.”

“You didn’t get stuck with us, you prat.” Sirius came up the stairs and leaned against the wall in the hallway. “I’m the one that’s stuck with you.”

“My parents adopted him when we were twelve.” James said. “I found Remus at school when I was nine. We’ve been inseparable ever since.”

Lily nodded.

“Do you need help unpacking, Red?”

Lily looked at Sirius, her bags and then the lack of stuff in the room. She laughed and he smiled at her.

“I’ll go and fetch you some clean linens from the closet.” James offered.

“And you two made fun of me for putting extra sheets in there!’ Remus shouted from down the stairs. “What do you all want for dinner?”

“Pizza,” Sirius shouted back.

“We had pizza yesterday, Sirius.” James reminded him. “Make your lobster mac n’ cheese, Remus!”

Lily picked up her bag again and moved into the room, setting them down on the bed and then unzipping them.

“Red?” She looked over at Sirius. “You good with lobster mac?”

She smiled. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He turned and walked off.

James came back with sheets, pillows and a comforter. He helped her get the fitted sheet on the bed before he bowed out and gave her some time to herself as well.

Things had been shit for a while now.

But she had the feeling that she’d just lucked into something quite spectacular.

#jily #jilytober #jily fic #fel writes jily #marauders #they were ROOOMMATES #though it's the very start of that trope

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halpertstuna · 3 years

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red cheeks - jj maybank

A/N: this was supposed to be a short blurb but you know me, i always have to add way too much details. so let’s just pretend it is. don’t know how i feel about this but i hope you guys enjoy(:

quick reminder, REQUESTS ARE OPEN<3

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pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 2,171

summary: jj knows you always have something to say and gets suspicious when all of the sudden you stop talking back.

warnings: maybe like one mention of smoking, cursing, probs typos and i think that’s it really, if you notice something else lmk

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(gif credit: @anakin-skywalker )

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Ever since the day JJ first met you, he’s been nothing but a flirt, and you always had something to say about it. Whether it was a sly comeback, a witty comment or a mean burn. From eye rolling to flipping off, you never let him forget he’s got absolutely no chance.

But lately, you’ve been awfully quiet around him, as if your hard exterior all of the sudden became much softer.

And he noticed.

The first time he became aware something changed, was one Thursday afternoon. You parked your car in front of the chateau, exiting it, then made your way towards five folding lawn chairs, two of which were occupied by Pope and Kie’s butts.

“Hey! We haven’t seen you all week! I guess you got John B’s text” Kie greeted you with a warm smile.

You plopped down on an empty chair beside her, filling it with your presence. “Yeah, I’ve been busy,” you stated as you looked around, followed by the question “where is the idiot anyway?”

“i’m right here!”

JJ said like a frisky pup, exiting the chateau as he took a swing of his almost empty beer bottle.

“surprisingly enough, i’m not talking about you this time” you retorted, smiling at him sarcastically.

“He ran out of liquor and chips, so he went to the grocery store to get some more” Pope answered your already forgotten question as JJ’s essence filled the air.

“What do you need him for anyway?” Kie questioned, “I need to talk to him about something”

“You can always talk to me princess” JJ said through a smirk as he sat on the armrest of your chair, then brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, expecting an elbow in his ribs. But nothing followed his action. That’s when he perceived the faintest of flushes creeping up your cheeks.

At the beginning he thought nothing of it, but the way you practically flew out of your lawn chair with John B.’s arrival, made him a bit skeptical.

When John B. parked the Twinkie you offered to help him put away the groceries, and walked him inside with bags of food, snacks and beers in your hands.

As you assisted in unloading the contents of the bags to the fridge and cabinets, he trailed off “So...did you tell him?”

“Shhhh!” He cackled at your reddening face “keep it down Rutledge! Or I swear to god I’ll sew your mouth shut, you indiscreet meatloaf.”

John B. was your best friend far before the other pogues came along, he knew you like the palm of his hand. He always suggested you had a thing for JJ and that you rather enjoyed the attention he gave you, yet you always revoked his claims, stating he was nothing but annoying.

Until you realised John B. might have been right all along.

It happened last Friday. You guys threw a kegger at the boneyard and for the first time, you actually took notice of how JJ gave all of his undivided attention to some touron.

As you stared at the tan boy, you found yourself wishing it were your hip he was caressing.

Suddenly he paid no heed to your existence and that’s when you realised all of your feelings and responses to his so called annoying actions, were you denying yourself to him. And as he talked her up through his enchanting smile, you realised you didn’t want him to give that teasingly, flirty care towards anyone but you, and for a brief moment you found yourself actually missing his antics.

Luckily, you were quite gifted with the ability to hide your feelings, almost no one could see through you. Just almost. Of course you couldn’t hide anything from John B., just by the way your eyes flickered past JJ as he led the touron to the spare room, he noticed something was wrong. Different.

Later that night he nudged you until you broke, admitting your feelings for JJ were true, and during that week, he kept trying to convince you to tell him how you feel. With no luck, you hadn’t said a word. Instead, you had been trying to avoid JJ by avoiding the rest of the pogues.

“Well, did you?”

“No you melon, if I had I would’ve told you, obviously”

“Okay Juliet” he teased and you poked his side making him flinch then chuckle.

“No but seriously, you should do something about it”

“Do something about what?”

JJ chimed in, walking towards the two of your figures that were sat on the kitchen counter.

“Nothing” you said simultaneously. You started feeling nervous and decided to jump off and walk out, leaving the two alone inside.

JJ had a bewildered expression on his face, he was expecting a ‘keep your nose out of my business’, yet instead you just walked passed him avoiding eye contact, which was very uncharacteristic of you.

“What’s up with her today?”

JJ asked as he hopped on the counter, taking over your former spot next to his best friend.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, you couldn’t have possibly missed that. She is way nicer to me than usual”

John B. shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn’t know what he were talking about.

Curious, JJ couldn’t help himself, “So... did she ask about me?”

John B. rolled his eyes at the question, he was fully aware that all of JJ’s courtship wasn’t completely an act, he knew JJ was fairly infatuated with you, yet he felt it wasn’t really his place to interfere, knowing you have the right to tell him when you’re ready. And even though he did try to push you to do it, he still knew where to draw the line, not selling off either of his best friends to the other.

“Yes”

JJ looked at John B. wide eyed waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t he impatiently blurted “well!? What did she say!?”

“I believe her exact words were ‘what can I do to get that nitwit to leave me alone’”

JJ jabbed his side and in reply, John B. smacked the back of his head gently, saying “what is with you guys and my ribs today? Leave them at peace you feisty goon”

“She didn’t actually say that right?” JJ tried to play it cool, pretending it didn’t really bother him but it was apparent to John B. he somewhat cared.

“I’m just joking dude, ask her yourself if you want to know so badly” He replied as he too, hopped off the counter joining the rest outside.

At the beginning, JJ was only inquisitive by your behavior, but with time he got suspicious.

You didn’t only stop talking back but stopped being around him as well, like two days later, it was the moment he stepped foot in the chateau that you were all of the sudden in a hurry to leave although only seconds before you were talking about how comfortable the couch was and how you never wanted to get up. Every time he was around, you avoided his eyes, touch and tried to ignore his overall presence, you talked to everyone regularly but whensoever he’d tempt start a conversation, you’d shy away.

He didn’t understand what happened, he even contemplated the possibility you were mad, yet it made no sense, for he couldn’t recollect a reason to why you would be.

He couldn’t recall saying or doing something that could hurt you either, so the only alternative left to think of, was that you actually began hating him.

Unbeknownst to him that your attempts at avoiding him were for the exact opposite reason.

You were petrified that if you told him and he didn’t feel the same way, it would ruin everything.

Sure, he always pinned after you, constantly reminding you how much he did want you, but that was just JJ. He hit on every girl with a heartbeat, you never thought of his gestures as anything more than his sheer nature. So you never even considered to confess your feelings for him.

Two weeks have passes by since you guys all sat together at John B.’s, two weeks since JJ developed his suspension.

You were doing a history assignment when your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up then reflecting on the glass of the framed picture of you and the pogues that was sitting on your nightstand. You decided to ignore it in favour of the unfinished essay, knowing if you checked it now you’d be stuck on your phone for ages.

A couple of hours passed by and you completed all of your work.

You rushed to pick up your phone, practically collapsing onto your bed, ecstatic that you finished and can finally rest. You unlocked it only to find out your very much needed break was over. You had a text from John B. asking you to come over to the chateau asap.

You reluctantly got up and drove to the chateau, wondering what could possibly be so urgent - but not urgent enough to call.

As soon as you got there, you noticed a mop of blond locks peaking out of the hammock, you immediately recognised them as JJ’s.

You tried walking passed him but his words halted you in your tracks.

“He’s not in there,” you turned around to meet his drowsy figure laying on the hammock with a lit joint resting in between his lips.

“And hello to you too” he added, knowing you saw him.

“Hi” you walked closer to him, lips curving into a faint smile.

He diverted his gaze upwards, it was quite for a few moments, then he asked “Are lobsters mermaids to scorpions?” mesmerised by his own question he narrowed his eyes, making you giggle and roll your own.

“JJ, how high are you?”

“Six foot, why?”

You scrunched your nose at his answer, face palming at his stupidity.

“Well i should probably go look for John B.,” you declared beginning to make your way towards your car when he admitted, “I actually sent you that text”.

You turned around with furrowed eyebrows to meet his guilty eyes.

“I’m going home JJ”

“Wait! Please, stay” he plead. “I wanted to talk to you, and I wanted it to be face to face but I knew if the text was sent from my phone you wouldn’t be here right now”.

It took you a moment to comprehend his words, his actions, eventually realising it was true, you gave in. You approached the hammock signaling him to move and he obeyed, you got in and laid beside him, hands on your stomach as an awkward silence filled the air.

“Well, did you swallow your tongue or something?”

He was actually thinking about a way to ask his question in a gradual manner.

“how come you’ve been abnormally nice to me lately?”

But failed.

“what do you mean?”

“oh come on, you‘re nicer than usual”

“i mean, i’ll punch you in the face if you want” you asserted confidentiality as if you didn’t understand what he was talking about.

“I’m serious! First you started ignoring my comments which is very unlike you, since you always talk back. But then you started ignoring me in general. It’s like you always seem to be away when I’m around or at a distance when I try to engage conversation. What’s up with that? Are you mad at me, did i do something?”

“What? No JJ, you didn’t do anything”

“Then why?”

You stayed silent, not wanting to admit you had feelings for him. He continue throwing possibilities, trying to justify your actions, going crazy but knowing you probably won’t tell him what’s going on. And you only grew redder by the minute.

“I mean it’s either I did something to upset you, or- Wait a minute-“

He turned to look at you, a mischievous smile of realisation painted across his face, “you like me”

Your eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as you didn’t know what to say yet still tried to stall “I will squeeze your kneecaps”

“You didn’t say no!”

“Why did you get high anyway?”

“It took you two hours to get here, I thought you weren’t coming- Ah! You’re trying to change the subject! you didn’t say no!”

“Just shut up and kiss me you dill hole”

With no hesitation he launched his entire body to his left in an attempt to hover over you and do as told, but instead, he ended up flipping the hammock upside down, hurling both of you onto the solid ground.

You were out of breath as you guffawed, the sound of your heavy laughs mingled filling the air, when his hand found its way to your hair, pulling out a leaf that was tangled in it.

He brushed the loose locks behind your ear, his eyes holding nothing but utter adoration towards the girl beside him, since he now knows, he will never cease to make you blush.

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remmushound · 3 years

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Not a request, but a random bonding idea I came up with for my one-shots, so enjoy!! @assanmaharielsreblogs

Michelangelo was making dinner like he always did. While the brothers frequently indulged themselves in pizza and other fast food, that was usually a lunch thing for them. Breakfast and dinner always fell to Michelangelo, just how he liked it. On the odd occasional Michelangelo was hurt or sick or exhausted from a long night out on a mission— too exhausted to get up early or too tired to make dinner— Splinter or Leonardo always substituted (though Leonardo’s substitution was almost always takeout he tried to pass as his own cooking, even when Donatello’s cash count said otherwise. Leonardo always left a generous tip.) Splinter’s cooking wasn’t bad, but it was always some obscure, vaguely familiar dish from his heritage, such as unagi or tempura, that they almost never had all the right ingredients for. Splinter’s supplementation for the missing supplies never really turned out right, though he insisted it tasted just like the real thing. Still, if finances allowed, Donatello always made sure to splurge on supplies at the end of the month so that their father could make the dishes properly and bring some joy to his life. Something to hold onto from his human days.

One time, he remembered, Leonardo had a complaint about the dish Splinter had presented (hiyashi chūka, if Michelangelo was remembering right) and Splinter just about blew a gasket.

“You will eat what I served you..” the old, angry rat had said to his then twelve year old son, “...or you will eat nothing at all!”

Michelangelo carried a similar mentality into his cooking, though he’d always switch to Doctor Feelings before dinner to get everyone’s recommendations, and if they still complained even after the alterations were made, then Doctor Delicate would come out to play.

“Not all of us have your iron stomach, dad.” Twelve year old Leonardo had argued back to his father, to which Donatello had added:

“Only one of us did, actually.”

Then all eyes had turned to thirteen year old Raphael, who was onto his third bowl and was absolutely demolishing it with a savage, starving ferocity.

“RAPH STILL HUNGRY!” The teen had spat before throwing one of their good bowls at the wall, which earned him a time out (and also more soup to keep him content).

But that was then, and this was now. Michelangelo was cooking a new recipe— a four cheese ravioli with marinara sauce and pepperonis. He remembered the New Brothers asking about something called Pizza Gyoza and he wanted to try it out for himself. It didn’t take him long to realize he was being watched. Still with a smile on his face, he turned to meet the spy.

“Hey!”

Mikey gave a yelp and tried to shrink back out of view around the corner. Michelangelo frowned and tilted his head as he left the ingredients to go investigate.

“Hey.” He repeated again, holding a patient hand out to his counterpart, “didja wanna help?”

Mikey seemed surprised by the offer. “I’m not a good cook.”

Michelangelo shrugged. “And I don’t know how to play the tuba— doesn’t stop me from practicing every Sunday night! Just ask Donnie.”

Mikey laughed, and it made Michelangelo smile to see the other him not so scared anymore. Through the laughter, Mikey sputtered out words that Michelangelo couldn’t quite make out, but it seemed to bring the speaker joy so he didn’t mind.

“So?” Michelangelo prompted after the giggle fest had run its course.

Mikey gave a few last giggles before he was still and sad once more. “Are you sure...? You don’t think I’ll ruin it?”

Michangelo took the older turtle around the shell and began to guide him to the counter.

“There’s no wrong way to mess up a recipe you’re making up! Besides, even if it’s bad, raph’ll eat it like it’s five star lobster! I don’t even think he can taste anymore.”

“Really?” Mikey gave a look that showed he didn’t quite believe, “my Raph’s really particular about what he’ll eat....”

Michelangelo snapped. “Ah, a picky eater! I got one of those! That’s why I gotta make Donnie’s portion separate on most nights. Splinter tried to use the ‘can’t leave the table until you eat it’ technique and Donnie say there for almost two days refusing to touch it before splinter gave in.”

Mikey whistled. “I don’t think I could go two hours without food...” he clutched at his stomach, “let alone two days...”

Michelangelo gave a patient smile and patted Mikey’s shell to urge him closer to the counter. Mikey looked out over the perfectly laid out supplies, and then back nervously at the other.

“W... what are you making?”

“What do you think?” Michelangelo motioned to the ingredients. “Take a guess!”

Mikey narrowed his eyes as he took a second look. Several jars of Marinara, four different cheeses laid out... pepperonis and meat-cutting scissors... flour, salt, eggs, olive oil...

“Are... you making pizza gyoza?” Mikey could feel his stump of a tail beginning to wag excitedly at the thought of the soft, cheesy goodness of the treats his friend murikami often made for them.

Michelangelo tisked his tongue and bopped his other on the nose. “Close~ I’m making my own version! The best chef can improvise with what he has in his kitchen! The gyoza you described would be put in a dumpling, but this one will be improvised to fit in a ravioli! I could have done the traditional gyoza, but I like putting my own spin on things! It’s gonna be a four cheese ravioli with pepperonis mixed in and topped with marinara sauce! I call it Mikey’s Masterpiece!”

Mikey could feel his mouth running at the thought and swiped his tongue across his lips. “Sounds tasty...”

Michelangelo nodded, almost about to open his mouth to offer more praise before he saw that the poor mutant was still looking nervous and unsure.

“Here,” Michelangelo slid over several cups of flour and a measured amount of salt. “Mound them on the the counter and Make a well.”

Mikey poured the ingredients in the table and stared at them for a few seconds before Michelangelo recognized his mistake.

“Oh! Mm. We’re gonna make... a lake! See, the flour and salt will be our sand and the wet ingredients...?”

“Will... be our water?” Mikey offered tentatively.

“Exactly! So make the sand, but leave space in the middle so we can put in our water!”

“Oh!” Mikey giggled as he began to make a surprisingly well-crafted well, “this is fun!”

Michelangelo let the turtle have his fun before bringing over his egg mixture and offering it.

“Your ‘Water’ my liege~”

Mikey took the bowl and, after an encouraging nod from his other, carefully poured the mixture into the center.

Michelangelo cleared his throat. “OH NO! The tides coming in!”

Mikey gasped.

“And it’s taking a bunch of sand back with it!” He knew lakes didn’t really have a tide, but it worked for the euphemism. He took his hand and swiped some of the flour into the liquidy center. “Do you know how tides work, Mike?”

Mikey shook his head, his eyes in awe as he imagined the water cutting across the Sandy shores and taking them away into the cold depths.

“Well, tides come in a little at a time, so they can only take a little sand at a time.” Michelangelo explained, “and then!” He began to mix the liquid around with his hand, “the waves all get crazy in the middle and have a party! Now the tides gonna take even more sand! You try!”

Mikey knocked some of the sand into the mixture and, when he wasn’t scolded for doing something wrong, he began to carefully mix it. Michelangelo guided him through the rest of the steps until the ingredients were all mixed into a soft, doughy ball.

“What now?” Mikey giggled— his face and hands were now coated in flour to add to his genuine enjoyment of the activity.

“Now: feel how it’s all gooey-ooey?”

“Ya!” Mikey poked the dough.

“That’s like mud!”

“Mud?”

“After it rained all day and the earth got soft! But it’s January! What happens when night comes?”

Mikey scratched his head. “It gets all cold...”

“Aaaand...?”

“And the mud freezes!”

“Exactly!” Michelangelo folded the dough safely in plastic wrap and put it in the fridge. “So now it’s night!”

“So we go to sleep?”

“No silly! We’re ninja! We stalk the nights!”

“We own the night!”

“Exactly! So let’s own the night and keep busy while the dough freezes!” Michelangelo hummed as he looked over the cheeses. He took a handful and showed it to Mikey. “See these?”

“Cheese?” Mikey took a piece and ate it happily.

“No! It’s not cheese its... mystic crystals! Do you have those in your world?”

“No.” Mikey gaped, “Well, there was this one time that April got an evil Crystal from an alien planet. Does that count?”

“No. These are mystic crystals! They take on the properties of whatever they’re added to!”

“It just looks like cheddar to me...”

“That’s exactly what it wants you to think.” Michelangelo winked. “Now, we’re gonna make a magic potion with our mystic crystals!”

“What does the potion do?”

“It’s a... warmth potion! For when you’re cold! So we gotta add a lot of heat for it to form proper!”

Michangelo put a skillet on the stove and added olive oil, half a fan of marinara, and garlic. He offered a cup of heavy cream to Mikey, who promptly took a sip before pouring the rest of it into the concoction— it was going to get boiled anyway, so it shouldn’t matter. After a few minutes of standing over the heat, Michelangelo offered his friend the cheese.

“Now is the time to add the crystals— slowly!” He quickly added as Mikey went to pour the whole thing, “we don’t want the crystals to be on top of each other! They need to melt for the potion to work!”

Mikey nodded and obeyed, and while he did, Michelangelo started to warm up the rest of the marinara on a separate pan and preheat the oven. He checked in quickly on the brewing potion and removed it from the heat once it was ready, taking a wooden spoon to scoop up a small bit and taste before offering the rest to Mikey. The box turtle practically melted as the heat overtook his body in a pleasant mix of sauce and cheese.

“Mmmmm...” he moaned softly, “that’s really good!”

Michelangelo grinned, and began to sprinkle some pepperonis in and begin to mix it around. “Oh good other of mine~! I think it’s daaaaawn!”

Mikey gasped and hurried over to the fridge and pull out the flattened dough, giving it a poke. “It wooooorked...”

“Now! Roll it on the table, quick!” He tossed Mikey a rolling pin, “before the dough worms come out!”

Mikey’s jaw fell open. “The whaaaaat?”

“THE DOUGH WORMS! They live in cold dough and steal all the flavor! Now hurry and smoosh them before they can escape with the taste!”

“OH NO!” Mikey slammed the dough on the table and began to roll it out.

“No thicker than a nickel— the worms are really small and can survive otherwise!”

“I WONT LET ANY OF THEM ESCAPE!”

Mikey did an excellent job of flattening out the dough into a large, thin sheet. After reassuring him he had gotten all the ‘dough worms’, Michelangelo carefully cut the sheet in half and began to lay his cheese mixture.

“See these?” He held up the spoonful of the mystic potion, “when mystic potion is added to dough and boiled, it’s affects increase tenfold!”

“Ooooo!”

“So put them in piles like so...” Michelangelo began to lay out spoonfuls an inch apart, “so we can make a bunch and share it!”

“Good idea! We all need to stay warm and toasty!” Mikey grabbed another spoon and began to help.

With the playful assistance of Mikey, they had finished making the ravioli within two hours and Michelangelo let Mikey serve to to the hungry brothers.

“Mmm...” Leonardo moaned almost sensually at the explosive taste in his mouth. “This is really good.”

Leo had been hesitant at first when he found out it had been Michelangelo preparing the dinner, but a quick sight test showed nothing awry. A smell test yielded only a warm fragrance, and lastly a taste test...

Leo’s eyes shot open and he was sure they had fallen from his sockets in his surprise. One small nibble had turned into swallowing the chopstick-ful whole and almost purring in delight as the warm, perfect mix of sauce and cheese and dough rolled down his throat. Once their brother had taken the dive, Raph and Donnie exchanged shocked glances and began to scarf down their shares as if they hadn’t eaten in days.

Mikey didn’t open his mouth, except to eat his extra tasty dinner of course. Just seeing his brothers happily scarfing down something that he’d made was more than enough.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt au #donatello #donnie #leo #leonardo #Mikey #Michelangelo #raph #raphael #one shots

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parkersbliss · 4 years

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Quarantime | Avengers

Pairing: None! Could be Peter Parker X reader

Type: Headcannon

WC: 1.2K

Warnings: Language

A/N: Will probably turn this into a mini-series with imagines, headcanons, and all that good stuff bc I’m of school till April 15th. If you want to be tagged see here.

Masterlist

(not my gif)

When New York first announced the quarantine you thought this could be a good bonding experience with the team.

You couldn't have been more wrong.

Five days in and all anyone did was scream at each other.

Tony was annoyed because, and I quote, "It's a virus, my suit is made of iron for christ's sake!"

Peter was out of school for the next three weeks and somehow that boy had already completed all his homework for the next month.

Nat and Wanda spent their days in the kitchen baking, which prompted a lot of taste testing and lying on your part.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam spent their time either sparing or playing competitive cards.

At first, the whole team loved the idea of passing time with cards

and then it got a little too competitive.

"Draw two Tony."

"Very funny, Cap. Why don't you draw two, Romanoff."

"I think I'll pass," As she laid down another draw two cards.

Sam chuckles, "oh no little miss, not today."

Bucky doesn't say anything just gently places his draw two on the table and looks to Peter.

Peter is sweating as he places down his own draw two, it passes onto Loki.

He places down his own green draw two.

"How do we know he's not cheating?" Tony slams down his cards on the table.

"For all we know that could've been a red four!"

The room murmurs in agreement and Loki shrugs, "you don't."

Tony glares at him from across the table but turns his attention toward Thor.

Thor frowns, shuffling through his cards before slamming his fist down. He draws from the pile only to reveal another draw two, he smirks and places it down onto the others.

"you've got to be shitting me," Steve mumbles, rubbing his forehead.

It came down to Hulk, he glared at everyone at the table. "No fair, I don't have any."

"Well, buddy draw," Tony picks up the stack of cards and begins counting. "Draw sixteen."

Hulk frowns and slams both fists down onto the table, it flips over and you calmly step out of the way.

"Woah, woah buddy," Sam said.

"Hulk mad!"

"AND there goes another game of Uno."

Thor and Loki were in charge of grocery shopping because as gods they weren't susceptible to the virus.

You always made sure to provide a shortlist composed of everyone's needs and yet, they always managed to get extra.

One week they came back with a lobster.

"We said toilet paper guys!" Tony said, staring at the lobster in Loki's arms.

"That's what I told my imbecile of a brother, but he insisted we rescue the creature," Loki replied, looking down at the crustacean and grimacing.

Everyone turns toward Thor, "he looked so lonely..."

"they're for cooking," You deadpanned.

"NO!" Thor screamed, snatching the lobster out of Loki's hands and running off.

To this day you weren't sure what happened to the lobster.

Or the time they bought six too many Capri suns.

"Why in god's name did you buy six boxes?!"

"We wanted to try all the flavors."

"He wanted too, I did not second that."

Peter and you, however, were thrilled, you two lived off of them.

It was the only thing you two drank sometimes.

"AW YEAH!!" You shouted, high fiving Peter.

Steve sighed, "Great, they'll be bouncing off the walls with sugar now."

Or when Natasha asked for flour and they brought back flowers.

"I asked for flour, not flowers!"

Thor stared at her confused, "but they are both flowers, no?"

"ones used for baking and the other for decoration."

"Well, the flowers are a nice gesture!"

"Thor, we are in a worldwide pandemic! Flowers aren't helping anything."

"Get better soon?"

You and Peter spent your days Tik Toking, much to everyone's dismay.

"Week one of our quarantine in the avengers compound," You said solemnly to the camera.

"Thor bought six boxes of Capri suns! And a lobster!!" Peter yelled from his place on the couch.

"Tony is slowly losing his mind..."

"Hey Steve, look at the camera!!"

"you guys should be doing homework."

"Ok boomer," Both you and Peter snort.

"what?" Steve asks, confusion written all over his face.

He wasn't exactly caught up with everything.

"And this is my uncle Bucky, he's way cooler than yours! Does your uncle have a metal arm?" You sass the camera as Bucky flexes his metal arm.

"Look at those muscles!" Peter gapes, running his hand along the smooth vibranium.

"Not sponsered by wakanda tech."

"Hey Peter, we should do the quarantined crew!" You suggest after watching another friend give their best slow-motion poses.

"You're a genius, (Y/N)!!"

You and Peter ran around the tower filming everyone's best poses.

Peter had switched into his Spidey suit and did a backflip over the couch.

That took a few takes because you kept tossing pillows at him after he landed.

Tony removed his Iron Man mask and Peter kept shouting encouraging words the entire time.

"Yes, work it!! Yes, Tony! What a quee-"

"I think he gets it, Peter."

Steve caught his shield after much convincing

Clint drew back his box

Nat did a roundhouse kick

Wanda just flexed her powers

Hulk fist-bumped himself

Thor flipped his hammer

Loki, being the sass god he is slowly put his helmet on while flipping his cape

Bucky, of course, flexed his metal arm while Sam got into a heroic pose, his hands on his hips and everything.

and you gave the camera a wink with some finger guns

you guys owned that hashtag for the rest of the year

Of the many creations in the kitchen, Kale muffins were the worse

"Kale muffin?" Wanda offered.

"Uh, sure?"

She eagerly shoved one in your mouth.

"I reall-mpshorkgorigaesjrf"

you choked.

"What is it bad?"

"NoOoooO. In fact, I'll take another."

You gave it to Peter.

It's safe to say he never looked at you the same

Tony had officially lost his mind and made at least 20 mini-robots

Every day there was a new one.

And frankly, they were not nice.

"Mr. Barton, is there a problem?"

"My coffee is just a little hot, it's no big deal."

"Please let me."

The robot took the coffee and proceeded to blow on it to cool it down.

The coffee ended up on Clint.

that really woke everyone up

You and Peter went around and gave them all googly eyes

At one point you guys tried to play Wii sports

"TAKE THAT YOU BITCH"

"STEPHAINE I SWEAR IF YOU CATCH MY TRIPLE-"

You attempted tennis with Nat and Clint

Although the game was virtual, that did not stop them from hitting each other with the remote.

"OUT OF THE WAY!"

"YOU WANNA GO"

Bowling between Tony and Steve was like watching two headless chickens fight

"SPARE!"

"say spare one time and I won't spare you."

"let's go popsicle."

Baseball between Bucky and Sam was always interesting

"don't say it, don't say it."

"OUT!"

"AW, HE SAID IT!"

"Single!"

"I know that! I left my girl back in the 1900s!"

Hulk, Thor, and Loki did boxing.

Like Nat and Clint, the game was virtual, but their punches were not.

"OW YOU LITTLE-"

"AHA THE GOD OF THUNDER REINS SUPR-"

"Hulk smash."

You and Peter sat back and filmed it all for your youtube channel

Episode Five: Season one of Quarantime with the avengers

All and all you guys did love the time together

Just not that much

but with school out till mid-April, you'll just have to get used to it

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rinrinp42 · 3 years

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The Red Planet

For the first day of @jangobiweek, Enemies to Lovers (though it more ended up pre-relationship). It did end up longer than I expected, also there’s violence

Jango wanted to rub his temples, but he trusted Priest about as far as a Hutt could throw. At least outside of being on contract together. He had only tracked the di’kut down because he was a good soldier. Same with Reau. Ward was better but also could just fade into the background to the point that it’d be hard to pinpoint what jobs he’d been on.

But then, the four of them being on this planet was Priest’s fault so honestly, it might not have been worth it. The damn di’kut demanded they go to Ord Radama before heading to Kamino and then the solar storm hit and scrambled the nav. And now they had crashed on this planet.

This… weird, maybe abandoned planet? There were old building overtaken by plants and a few other old crashed ships. Jango wasn’t even sure they were in the same system anymore.

“Hello there!” a voice cut through the cold air.

All four Mandalorians whirled to face the voice.

It was a Jetii, fresh from their kriffing temple. His red hair was that growing out from a buzz that indicated he was recently a Padawan.

“Jetii,” Priest growled.

“I am Obi-Wan Kenobi. It would seem we all were caught in that solar storm,” the Jetti grinned at them.

Jango glowered beneath his buy’ce before taking a fortifying breath. He was starting the process to get his revenge.

“So, it would seem,” Jango spoke.

The Jetii was silent for a moment.

“Well then, I will let you be,” he spoke then and then turned away.

Reau made a sound of disgust that Jango felt in his soul. Jetii arrogance.

They found a ship that might just have a part that could be jury-rigged to get them off the planet, but it had taken them hours. And there was something about this abandoned planet that was making Jango’s skin crawl under his kute. He and Priest had gone in the old ship to search the parts while Reau and Ward stayed outside to keep an eye out.

Just because they hadn’t seen anyone since the Jetii left didn’t mean that there was no one else there. Especially as they kept hearing things moving just out of sight. Even if it was weird that they couldn’t pick up anyone on the scanners.

“I don’t think this’ll work,” Priest finally sighed, “the parts you said we’d need to connect it are missing. Maybe if one of the other ships had something similar but…”

He was right, damnit. That was the problem with having an experimental ship, the parts were sometimes so specific that he had limited options to repair it or he needed more parts than otherwise to make it work.

“There’s the buildings we haven’t gotten to,” Jango pointed out, “we should probably look there for extra parts. I think I say a port when we were crashing.”

No need to explain why he hadn’t aimed for the port in the first place. Priest had also seen the plant life that had creeped violently through the buildings. The tundra like area they ended up in was better in the lack of hidden dangers for the ground.

When they exited it was to Reau scanning the horizon. She was carefully moved her gaze from ship to ship as if she would miss something miniscule if she went to fast.

“Reau?” Jango prompted, his own hand coming up to flick on his scanners.

“Ward’s gone,” she spoke quietly, “we were circling to keep an eye on everything and he didn’t meet back up with me. At first I thought he had seen something and slipped off to investigate but he hasn’t shown back up.”

That… that was unsettling. Ward wasn’t someone Jango was particularly close to but he knew the other man well enough that he wouldn’t expect Ward to not check in. And Slave I was unusual enough that there was no chance of Ward finding the right piece to get off. Especially given that Jango had a secondary part that needed to be plugged in to leave given he didn’t actually trust any of them.

“Which side was he on?” he asked, mind already racing.

Reau nodded towards the buildings, “that side.”

Well, guess they were checking out the port then.

They were about halfway there when the Jetii showed up again. This time he was disheveled, thrown off by something. He paused when he spotted them, eyes raking over them.

He swore violently when he saw Ward was missing. The type of swearing that even without knowing the Jetii Jango could tell was out of place coming from him.

“How long has your friend been gone? Did you see him get taken?”

“What’s it to you-” Jango could hear the sneer in Priest’s voice and rolled his eyes.

Was Jango the only one that didn’t let his hatred of Jetiise cloud his mind? Obviously, he had run into something.

“Reau, tell him,” he ordered.

She stiffened and threw a glare through her buy’ce at him but answered.

The Jetii ran a hand threw his hair.

“Listen, this planet,” he spoke, eyes scanning the area around them restlessly, “it’s filled with some sort of, I don’t know, twisted organisms? They don’t act like normal for their species and they…”

His eyes met Jango’s through the visor.

“We weren’t the only ones to crash here due to that storm. They consumed the others. Turned them to be like them. At least those that they didn’t eat.”

Jango felt a chill go down his spine. He didn’t know why he trusted the Jetii, but he did. It was insane, but…

“We can’t leave,” he said, “our ship broke when we were landing.”

The Jetii nodded, “mine as well. Maybe we can cannibalize my ship for your’s? Work together to get off of this planet? We can part ways after that.”

Jango hesitated. He didn’t want to work with the Jetii, even if he believed what he said. Yet the Jetiise had new ships than what they had been seeing.

“Fine. Lead the way.”

“So, why’s a Jetii all the way out in the Esstran System?” Reau asked, “isn’t it a bit close to the Sith Worlds for your lot?”

Of course she couldn’t help but to poke at the Jetii. Jango really shouldn’t have expected better of her.

“It was the Sith Worlds that I came out here for,” the Jetii said, “I was trying to find information on a Sith.”

Great. A Jetii scholar. Probably didn’t do battle often then.

“The last mission I went on with my Master we were attacked by a Sith as we were protecting the Naboo Queen. Given that the Sith have been gone for centuries, it raised questions.”

Priest paused at that, and Jango almost joined him.

“You mean there are dar’jetiise in the Galaxy again?” Priest demanded.

Jango wanted to know as well, a sliver of unease digging into his mind, replaying every meeting he had had with his employer.

He might despise the Jetiise for the hand they had in the destruction of the Haat Mando’ade, but the dar’jetiise had used Mando’ade, had made their culture into a puppet to be directed by them, had pushed them into much that, in retrospect, had weakened them. Historically allies meant, in truth, used and abused by the dar’jetiise.

And Jango had a feeling he had walked into yet another trap set by them blinded as he was with a lust for vengeance. And, a voice not unlike Jaster’s whispered in the back of his mind, look what it has already led you to do. Who you choose to work with.

The Jet- Kenobi turned back, mouth opening to reply.

It was cut off as something tackled Priest down, clawing at his beskar’gam.

It had once been human, that much Jango could tell. But now? Now it was emancipated beyond anything he had seen, skin tight to its bones except where he could see vines writhing underneath.

Reau screamed in rage, bringing her blasters to arm and started to shoot.

Kenobi grabbed both Jango and Reau and yanked them back.

“They travel in packs; we need to move.”

Reau kept shooting as Kenobi tried to pull them along, eyes darting around, tense. Sure enough, others joined the being in tearing Priest open like he was a lobster.

Jango pulled his arm out of Kenobi’s grip and tossed Reau over his shoulder, carrying her as she kept shooting.

“Get us to your ship Kenobi!” Jango ordered.

Honestly, kriff this entire planet. If he could he would destroy it just to make sure no one else had to deal with this.

Kenobi gave one sharp nod and moved forward. It took a while for Reau to stop firing and then she just snarled at him to put her down and was silent.

The Jedi Starfighter Kenobi had was a Delta-6 Sprite, luckily. Jango had retrofitted parts of one for Slave I before.

They quickly stripped the parts they needed out.

“Can you use your Jetii powers to carry that?” Jango asked, mind racing for how to get them back to Slave I.

“Yes, but I won’t be much use in a fight if I do so.”

“That’s fine. You stay in the middle. I’ll take point, Reau’ll bring up the rear. We need to get back to my ship quickly and get off. I don’t like our chances with those things the longer we linger.”

They both nodded.

They encountered two more packs on their way back. One they were able to avoid, seeing them a while off and diverting around some of the crashed ships. They were tense the whole time, Kenobi keeping the parts as close to himself as possible, and they moved slowly. But the pack wandered off, searching for meat elsewhere.

They weren’t able to avoid the second pack though. That one spotted them between clumps of ships. It also had a transformed Ward. But it seemed as though Ward had taken down much of the pack before they got him, as it was only numbering 3.

Jango was able to shoot down one of them, a Zeltron in the tattered remains of black robes before they got close enough that he had to bark at Reau to join him in taking them on.

The things moved fast enough that they couldn’t get either down before they were too close for blaster fire. Not with allies there as well and Ward still in beskar’gam, though missing one [pauldron]

Jango was able to push Ward back some with his flamethrower, the flames pulling an inhuman screech from Ward. He kept trying to put himself between Ward and Kenobi, hoping to hold off long enough for Reau to finish off the other one and help him take down the now-inhuman Ward.

Reau, on the other hand, pulled out a kad to keep the other one back. That one, a blond humanoid, didn’t seem bothered by the various cuts Reau landed on them.

Reau was able to end it though, when she impaled the thing and it pushed her down. It sank down on top of her, her kad going through it more and more. It tore at her as she struggled to keep it away. Its hands catching on and ripping her kute before she pulled one of her blasters out. She pressed it to the thing’s head and pulled. It toppled over, still.

At the same time, Kenobi twisted around Jango and with a hum, his blue jetii’kad cut through Ward at the neck.

Kenobi immediately deactivated his jetii’kad as Ward fell over as well.

Jango wasn’t sure how he felt about a jetii’kad killing another Mando’ad, but.

But Kenobi had just saved his life.

“We need to move,” was the only thing he could think to say.

It was lucky. They were close to Slave I.

They hurried there. Jango and Kenobi worked quickly and efficiently to install the parts, patching what they could.

Jango handed Kenobi the piece he had taken from the cockpit and told him to start up the ship as he grabbed Reau.

He found her outside, stripping her beskar’gam off.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“My kute was ripped,” she said, “that thing bled on me. I won’t risk exposing the rest of the galaxy to whatever is on this planet.”

She hesitated then, looking at him. It was a look filled with too much that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

“You would have been a great Mand’alor,” she told him, “make sure my family knows I fought bravely. Give them back my beskar’gam.”

Her lips quirked then, “maybe apologize that I couldn’t send back my blasters and kad. I want to take as many of these [fuckers] out as I can once you two are gone.”

“’lek.”

It was all he could offer her.

He closed the hatch then.

“It’s just you and me,” he told Kenobi as he joined the Jetii in the cockpit, “Reau is staying. She thinks she’s infected.”

“Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la,” Kenobi murmured.

Jango closed his eyes and the ship took off.

It was going to take a while to figure out where to go once they were free of this planet and Jango had some decisions to make about what to tell this Jetii.

Because he was going to tell him. He refused to be a pawn to the dar’jetii and Kenobi…

Obi-Wan Kenobi cared.

#My writing #jangobi week 2021 #jangobi #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #tbf this more ended up a pre-jangobi #zombies #tw: character death #dred priest #isabet reau #llats ward #mace sent obi off to look into maul and give him time to mourn #and also adjust anakin to the temple #jangobiweek2021

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