#(buried between blankets and pillows jack smiles)

[rubysunnday]

love language

summary: the few ways in which Kaz shows his love for Y/N

Opening night of the new Crow Club meant Y/N hadn't stopped all day. She'd been running around serving drinks and keeping an eye on the Makker's table all whilst making sure Jesper didn't gamble away everything Kaz had given him as a thank you for the Pekka Rollins job.

She hadn't stopped and now, four hours in to the night, she was tired. Her face hurt from smiling and she was almost certain that there were a few blisters on her feet.

As she set the drinks tray full of empty glasses down onto rhe bar, one of the newer members of the Dreg's appeared at her side, silently waiting for her to notice him.

"Yes?" Y/N asked tiredly. She couldn't remember his name.

"The boss wants you?"

"Who? Kaz."

"Yeah. He's in the corner."

Y/N followed the boy's vague waft of a hand and spotted Kaz sitting in a dark, seclude corner, his cane in his hands. She sighed but stepped away from the bar, weaving through the mass of people until she was in front of his table.

"What?"

"Nice to see you too," Kaz replied. "How's it going?"

Y/N's eyes narrowed, slightly suspicious. "Fine."

Kaz waved a hand and suddenly one of the barmaids appeared and set a drink down on the table in front of Y/N.

"For you," Kaz said. "As a thank you."

Y/N picked up the glass, ice jingling inside it. "So, Jesper gets money -"

"This is a thank you for what you've done tonight," Kaz replied. "The other thank you is currently clearing at the bank."

Y/N took a cautious sip. It was her favourite drink. Granted, it was the only thing she tended to order, but she was amazed that Kaz had actually remembered what it was.

"It's not poisoned."

"Even if it was, I'd still drink it, i'm desperate," Y/N replied, taking another, bigger sip.

Kaz nodded. "Don't overwork yourself. There are others who can do it for you."

Y/N smiled slightly. "I know."

Wylan had blown out all the candles in his lab and put his experiments to bed. Their sleeping situation wasn't ideal - at least Wylan's floor was clean and he'd had extra pillows.

Kaz had yet to go to sleep. He doubted that he would at all that night. His leg ached and his mind was racing with plan after plan.

Everyone else had, eventually, fallen asleep. Jesper had been first and was now snoring away, his face buried under the duvet. Nina hadn't been long after him, curled up in a ball, a heavy blanket on top of her, hiding most of her face. Wylan had quietly fallen asleep after Nina, propped up on a pillow, a piece of paper and a pen on his lap.

Inej had been trying not to fall asleep but had failed, her head slumped to the side, her hand on one of her knives.

Which left Y/N. Y/N had been sat up against a wall, numerous pillows underneath her, acting as a mattress. And, as Kaz looked over, she had slid down the wall and was now fast asleep, her chin resting on top of her chest.

Kaz grunted as he stood up. He limped down a step and picked up a folded blanket from the pile Wylan had produced. With a gentle shake, he unfolded it and walked over to Y/N's sleeping body. As carefully as he could, he laid it over the top of her, gently tucking the edges in around her.

Y/N shifted slightly but didn't wake. Kaz stepped back and watched her for a moment before walking back to the steps and sitting back down.

They'd all ran into the chapel without a second thought, slamming the door shut behind them in a weak attempt to keep the volcra at bay.

Y/N fell back against the door, putting her entire weight against it as thevolcra tried to break in. Tolya and Tamar came either side of her, squishing her between them, as they also put their weight against the door.

"Jesper, hon," Y/N said. "Wanna do your magic trick?"

"Oh, yeah, right," Jesper said, handing his revolvers to Wylan. He shooed at the three of them. "Move."

"Please," Y/N muttered, pushing herself off the wall and away from the door.

She walked forward, coming to a stop beside Kaz, her arm brushing the sleeve of his jacket. Wylan, who was stood in front of her, abruptly took a step back into Y/N. Y/N grabbed his arm and was about to ask what was wrong when she saw it.

Slowly forming in front of the stained glass window of Sankt Alina was one of Kirigan's nichevo'ya.

"Um, guys," Y/N called. "There's a shadow thing in here."

Then chaos unfolded. The nichevo'ya launched at them and they all scattered, falling into the pews and onto the floor to try and avoided the reach of the shadows. Wylan threw a small bomb at the advancing shadow and it dispersed into nothing, a few bright blue sparks the only sign it'd ever been there.

Y/N pulled herself up using a pew and exhaled a sigh of relief. She looked up and saw Jesper's face drop from a smile to absolute horror. Y/N turned around and saw another nichevo'ya looming behind her. It's tendrils shot out at Y/N.

Someone tackled Y/N to the side, into Nikolai, sending them both to the floor. The nichevo'ya's tendrils slammed into the pillar beside them before Nadia and Adrik dispersed it with a blast of air.

Y/N rolled over, almost lying on top of Nikolai, and saw Kaz sprawled on the ground beside her. He stood his cane up and pushed himself to his feet, quickly moving out the way as Tolya ran over to check on Nikolai.

"Where does it keep coming from?" Y/N asked. Tolya extended a hand and pulled her to her feet. Y/N groaned, wobbling slightly. Nikolai put a hand on her shoulder as he also stood. She nodded, reaching up and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

As the others began talking tactics and plans, Y/N looked over at Kaz, who was stood apart from everyone else.

"Thank you," she mouthed, putting a hand over her heart for a moment.

Kaz gave her a single nod.

"I've got a delivery here for a Y/N Orlova?"

Y/N poked her head out from under a table and then glanced over at Nina. "What've you been using my name for now?"

Nina held her hands up. "Not me."

Y/N stood up, dusting her hands down on her trousers. "What is it?" She asked the delivery man.

He shrugged. "Don't know, I just delivery it, my dude."

"Helpful," Y/N muttered, taking the parcel from the man.

She set it down on a table as Nina moved over to join her.

"It could be a bomb," she said.

Y/N gave her an unconvinced look. "It's from Johannes' Bakery. Besides, I doubt a bomb maker would go to the trouble of," she unfolded the flaps of the box, "wrapping a box in purple ribbon and writing my name on an envelope."

Nina reached in and took the envelope, pulling the flap open and then taking the card out. "Happy birthday Y/N." Nina paused and looked at her friend. "It's your birthday?"

Y/N nodded. "Ahuh."

"You didn't say anything."

"Never do."

"But we could've -"

"Nina, stop complaining and help me."

Nina put the card down and grabbed the bottom of the box, pulling it down and away from the cake box within. Y/N carefully set the cake box down on the table.

"Who's sent you a cake?" Nina asked, sliding into a chair.

Y/N undid the ribbon, pulling the bow out. "I couldn't tell you. I don't tend to advertise my birthday anymore."

Nina leant forward. "Hurry up and open it then."

With the ribbon undone, the cake box lid came off easily. Inside was a heart shaped cake covered in purple icing with pink and white sugar flowers around the edge. Happy Birthday Y/N was written on the top in white icing.

"Oh, my saints," Nina said. "It's beautiful."

Y/N carefully slid the cake out of the box and onto the table. "What did the note say?"

"Uh... happy birthday, thank you for everything, Mr R," Nina read out. She frowned. "Who's Mr R?"

"Why do you expect me to know?" Y/N muttered. "I've not a clue."

The front door to the Crow Club opened and Jesper and Wylan walked in, hand in hand.

"Who's cake is that?" Wylan asked, dropping Jesper's hand and heading over to the table.

"Y/N's," Nina replied.

Wylan looked at her. "It's your birthday?"

"Yup." Y/N nodded. "I don't tell people."

Jesper joined them and pressed a kiss to Y/N's cheek. "Happy birthday, love. The cake isn't from me."

"I suspected as much," Y/N muttered. "It's too nice."

Jesper laughed sarcastically. "Thanks."

From the doorway leading up to Kaz's office, a shadow slinked away and up the stairs. They pushed open the office door and hovered behind Kaz as he scribbled away.

"Well?" He prompted.

Inej walked forward and perched herself on the edge of his desk. "She loves it." She paused. "I think that's the sweetest -"

"That's all, Inej." Kaz picked up an envelope and handed it to her. "Take that to Johannes' Bakery. It's payment for Y/N's cake."

Inej nodded. She stood up and paused. "I still can't believe you bought -"

"Pay the bakery man, Inej, stop commenting on my private matters," Kaz drawled.

Inej rolled her eyes. "Fine."

She stepped out onto the landing and climbed down the stairs, not bothering to be silet.

"Inej!" Y/N yelled, hearing her friend come down the stairs. "You must try this cake, it is divine!"

Inej smiled to herself and tucked the envelope into her pocket. "You've got a cake?" She said, walking into the main floor and acting surprised. "Who sent you a cake?"

"Not a clue," Y/N replied. "But whoever it was, I love them." She took another bite and hummed happily. "Best cake ever."

Upstairs, Kaz leant over the balcony, evesdropping on his crows below. He smiled to himself and stepped back, retreating back to his office.

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #six of crows #six of crows imagine #six of crows x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #fic #fanfic #six of crows fic #shadow and bone fic

[ghoul-slime]

Kinktober/Ghostober 2023 - Day 2 - Tail Play (Swiss/Dew)

Day 2: Tail Play (Swiss/Dew + cum eating, handjobs, rimming, begging)

Dew is lounging in bed, curled up in a comfy pair of pajama pants and watching some trashy 80s slasher movie on his phone when Swiss slams his bedroom door open.

Dew yelps, startled. “Jesus fuck, Swiss! What the hell?” 

Swiss doesn’t answer. Instead he saunters in, grinning down at Dew with a too-wide, toothy smile, and kicks the door closed behind him with another slam.

Dew frowns, unimpressed. His tail flicks in annoyance.

“Take your pants off.” Swiss nods his head at Dew, still balking at him from the bed.

“Uhh,” Dew answers dumbly. He wants to be angry, to put up a fight, but he can already feel his cock twitch, starting to fatten up, taking interest.

“Take your pants off,” Swiss repeats himself. He stalks up to the edge of the bed, holding Dew’s gaze. He’s still grinning, white fangs glinting in the low light of Dew’s bedroom. He reaches out to tug at the string of Dew’s sweatpants, untying the knot and letting the loose ends fall back against Dew’s bare belly.

“Take your pants off,” he repeats a third time.

“Alright, jeez,” Dew grumbles. “So bossy…” Dew lifts his hips to shimmy out of his sweatpants. His cock is fully hard by the time he sits back down on the bed naked, kicking his pants off the other side of the bed to the floor. He grumbles again, feigning irritation, but Dew has never had a bad time in bed with Swiss. Whatever Swiss has in store for him will undoubtedly be worth it.

“On your hands and knees.”  

Dew feels his face go hot as he turns to obey, arranging himself on his hands and knees on the blankets. As soon as his face is down he hears Swiss opening the drawer to his nightstand and rummaging around. Then the pop of a cap followed by the slick, wet sound of lube on skin.

Dew exhales a shaky breath, buries his face into the pillows, spreads his knees just a little wider. Arches his back, pretty and waiting and obedient. He expects to feel the blunt head of Swiss’ fat cock nudging at his hole. Maybe two of Swiss’ slick fingers slipping inside him to work him open. Dew’s cock twitches in anticipation.

Dew yelps when instead he feels a slick hand wrap around the base of his tail and tug, pulling him back before sliding wet and warm down the length of him from the base to the pointed spade at the tip.  

Dew feels Swiss’ lips find their way to the base of his spine, just at the top of the cleft of his ass. Kissing and licking, trailing little nips down to the base of his tail.

“Ohhhh,” Dew groans out when Swiss grips him again, squeezing with his fist, jacking his tail like it’s his dick. Sliding up and down the length of him with wet, filthy sounds. Dew’s cock spits out a dribble of pre in response.

His tail is sensitive, and the way Swiss is squeezing and tugging at him, pulling him off with a slick fist wrapped around him has him whimpering. He presses his face into the pillows, squirming and pleading for more.

Swiss answers by mouthing at the base of his tail, where it feels so good, almost ticklish. He feels the heat coil in his gut as Swiss licks and sucks at him wet and messy. He laves his tongue across the base where tail becomes spine, biting and kissing as his hand continues to stroke up and down the long, spindly length.

When Swiss pulls his mouth away, Dew whines at the loss. He feels the bed dip as Swiss rearranges himself, grips his tail with two hands and continues to stroke him, hands slicking their way down his tail to the tip, where Dew feels him guide the spade into the wet heat of his open mouth.

Swiss licks at him, trails his tongue across the edge of the spade, laps at the flat of it, wraps his lips around the whole of it and sucks. 

“Swiss! Ohhhh, fuck,” Dew cries out, legs shaking and cock kicking, dribbling a wet patch of pre onto the bedsheets between his knees. Dew feels the slick build up between his cheeks, running down his thighs. His body is a quivering, sensitive mess, and Swiss hasn’t even touched his cock once.

Swiss deepthroats his tail, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, jacking Dew off with two hands as he works the tip of him with his mouth.

“Please! Please, Swiss, ohhhhhh” Dew cries out again, rolling his hips. Humping his straining cock pathetically into the air as Swiss works him. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but Dew feels like he might be close to tears. It feels so good, and yet not nearly enough.

Swiss pulls off with a pop, gives one quick nip to the tip of the spade with a sharp fang, pulling a high-pitched yelp from Dew’s lips before he’s kissing and licking a wet trail back up the length of Dew’s tail. He licks and sucks, spit dripping, mixing in with the slick of the lube as he mouths his way back up towards the base of Dew’s spine.

When he gets there, he grips the base in a firm fist and lifts, exposing Dew’s pink little hole. Wet and waiting. Swiss dives in, licking across the twitching, fluttering ring of muscle. He drags his tongue through the slick, mouths back up and across it to lick and suck at the base of Dew’s tail.

It’s all too much, Dew cries out pathetically, clawing at the sheets and drooling into the pillows as Swiss eats him out, sucks at the sensitive skin between his hole and his tail. Tongue running across every inch of him. Down his balls, up to his hole, and back to the base of his tail. He tugs at him as he jacks it off, just on the right side of too rough, pushing and pulling Dew’s shaking body as he works him over. Dew’s cock kicks out another spurt of pre, the tip angry red and the length of him straining.

Swiss takes one hand off of him and Dew can hear fabric rustling as Swiss pulls his cock out, slicking it up with the spit and lube still coating his hand. Swiss jacks himself off as he eats Dew out, squeezes the base of his tail, pulling it up and open, exposing him for his tongue and mouth.

Swiss bites down into the meat of Dew’s ass cheek when he cums. He crowds in, paints ropes of cum across Dew’s lower back, across his twitching hole, shoots across his tail.

Dew whines, arches his back, begging for Swiss to finish him off as he feels Swiss’ warm cum dribble down his skin, mixing in with the wet of the lube and spit already covering his sensitive body.

Swiss is back on him in an instant, curling around to grip Dew’s neglected cock with a wet hand, jerking him off in rapid, rough little strokes. Dew comes with a shout when Swiss dips down, wraps his lips around the base of his tail, lapping up lube and sweat and his own cum. Swiss works him through his orgasm, milking him for every drop as he shudders and hiccups and sobs through it, pressing his face into the tear-stained and drool-soaked fabric of his pillows.

Swiss pulls back with a little kiss to the bruised bite mark he left on Dew’s asscheek and helps to flip him over. Lays Dew down gently into the wet mess of his bed before diving in to kiss him deep, licking into his mouth. Letting Dew taste a mix of himself and Swiss. Dew hums into the kiss, satisfied.

When Dew opens his eyes, Swiss is grinning down at him again. Toothy and smug and looking fucking proud of himself.

Dew pouts up at him, doing his best to try and look grumpy despite the fucked out look on his face. His messy hair and blushing cheeks. 

Swiss kisses him again, nips at his neck, nuzzles into him until Dew is making satisfied little chirps and hums.

“C’mon, Spitfire, stop pouting,” Swiss offers, scooping the little ghoul up in his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up and then you can finish watching your movie in my bed.”

#swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss/dew #swiss/dewdrop #dew/swiss #dewdrop/swiss #ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghostober #kinktober 2023 #ghostober 2023 #ghoul-slime fic #another wet one folks

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Jack Howl And The Blustery Day

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

In rushing, rising riv'lets

'Til the river crept out of its bed

And crept right into Piglet's

 - Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day

Jack shivered slightly from where he stood in front of the old, dilapidated building that is Ramshackle, gusts of wind and droplets of rain making him antsy. Around him, he could see the chilly breeze rousing fallen leaves to bob and weave across the air.

“Y/N!” Jack called, knocking on the creaky door, “Y/N! Let me in!”

He heard your muffled voice, a tad bit higher and squeakier than it usually was, call out in reply, “not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”

What the-

“Y/N!” he called, “open u-”

He was interrupted by the sound of a lock clicking into place and watched as the door opened to reveal you dressed in fuzzy pyjamas, a teasing smile adorning your face, “hello, Mister. Come on in.”

He shrugged off his jacket and gently hung it on a nearby coat rack before toeing off his shoes and following you to the living room where he was surprised to find you sitting amidst a variety of blankets and pillows deposited on the floor next to a table that held up three steaming mugs.

You laughed at his befuddled expression as you patted the space next to you, “It was Grim’s idea to make a blanket fort. I was telling him about them while we were making the hot chocolate and he wanted to do it with me. As you can see he already fell asleep before we could make it into an actual fort.”

The fondness in your words made a tendril of warmth swirl around in his chest as he followed your gaze to find your feline companion snoozing on a flouf cushion with a blanket carefully placed on him.

You once again made the non-verbal demand that he join you so he slumped himself against you, allowing you to bundle the both of you up in different covers and duvets before handing him a steaming mug of hot chocolate. The heat of the crackling fireplace and his head resting on your shoulder doing more than enough to protect the two of you from the cold of the elements outside. 

The soft cozy atmosphere inside your living room, with the mellow sounds of the movie playing on your television and the melody of your heartbeat was enough to lull him into a pleasant slumber. Until it wasn’t.

The serenity that encompassed the two of you was pierced by the crackles and rumbles emitted from the inky black and smoky grey tufts that inhabited the murky overcast sky, the constant drizzle intensifying into a vigorous torrent. Buckets and buckets of water came pouring down, splashing and splattering over every exterior surface and howling sounds thudded on the window, giving the tell-tale signs of an approaching tempest.

Noting the endless cascade showering outside, you turned to Jack in amusement, “I don’t think you’ll be leaving here anytime soo- huh?”

You were cut off by your boyfriend throwing himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and practically melting against your torso, causing you to topple backwards at the force of his well-built, muscular body slamming into yours. Despite the tense stiffness of his posture, you could feel him shaking slightly as he buried his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder, his nose rubbing against your nape. His usually upright, pointy ears were pinned back, slanting downwards, and his tail was tucked and curled between his legs. The sound of soft little whines, whimpers and howls graced your ears and you could feel his arms constricting tighter around you when the ground trembled from another resound of thunder.

“Hey, Jack,” you cooed, threading your fingers through the grey strands at the top of his nape, “are you alright, big guy?”

Your only reply was an uncharacteristic keening whine that was muffled against your shoulder. Another bout of thunder boomed from the heavens, resulting in his solid hold constricting tighter around you, your hands caressing the trembling expanse of his back when your ears caught on to the stray whimpers he let out. 

You hummed, soft and soothing as you held him, continuing on with your ministrations.

“It’s okay, big guy,” you consoled, “it’s alright, I’m right here.”

You hear a sigh before a gruff voice mumbles, “‘don’t like thunder.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” you say, “we’re all afraid of something.”

“‘M not scared,” he argues though his hold doesn’t lessen even a bit.

You do your best to hide the smile in your voice as you agree, “of course, of course. But even if there was the possibility that you were scared - which you definitely aren’t - I’m just saying that there’s nothing wrong with that.”

He nuzzles his face closer to your neck, “just-just keep holding me, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, “though it might be easier to do that if you transform. Your arms are a bit - uh - enthusiastic.”

At first there’s silence, and he remained stock still, so you wonder if he even heard your suggestion but then there’s a poof and you find yourself with a large wolf making himself comfortable on your lap.

And so you closed your eyes and relished the feeling of warmth that spread across your body, caused not by the dancing wisps of golden and amber flames, but by the adoration you felt for your boyfriend, that grew and grew with every stroke of your fingers through glacier grey fur.

There the two of you sat, in your calm, drowsy state, as the rain continued to pour outside.

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

When the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

#jack howl x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #fem reader

[doorrobloxstuff]

Y/N wakes up in the morning. [Poly Hotel au]

Note: This was written on Mobile. Also Y/N wears glasses for some reason. Enjoy.

Also, Screech, Dupe and Snare are all headcanoned to be children by me so therefore they are cuddling with Y/N in a platonic way.

ALSO RARE PAIRS RARE PAIRS RARE PAIRS.

Also I do not consider rooms canon. Do not

—

..

Beep! Beep! Beep!

A snooze button was quietly pressed. before shuffling and more silence once more was resumed.

..

Minutes later, Y/N blinked their eyes open. Their world a blurry mess of color and light and smudges of green and maroon.

They yawned and stretched their neck.

‘Huh..the bed feels..heavier then usual..’

As they gained more awareness, they noticed a quite a bit of ..something.. wrapped around their dominant hand as well..

With these two realizations came a plethora of various other thoughts:

‘Wait? Why do I feel so squished? Why is everything so colorful..? Why do I feel so hot..?’

Y/N blinked and rubbed their eyes. With their other, free hand, they slowly reached across the bed and plucked their glasses off of the bedside table.

With the world becoming instantly clear in-front of them so did the answer to all their thoughts.

Everyone was here.

On the bed.

With them.

On their Left was a sleeping Jack, Its wispy arm wrapped tightly around their waist. Occasionally wacking something as it tossed itself lightly around in the sheets.

On the right laid a snoring Rush who se still smiling face was practically buried into its partner’s shoulder.

Y/N being sandwiched between them both.

Snuggled around their neck in the shape of a travel pillow was Seek who occasionally rippled happily in its sleep.

Jeff had wrapped himself into their chest and a teddy bear clutched closely in one of its many tentacles. In another was cradled Glitch, arms of whom hung limply off to the sides like a ragdoll.

Hide had taken its place on top of Y/N’s head like a hat. Twitching and murmuring various incorrigible words yet still clung itself tightly to Y/N’s head for safety and comfort.

On top of YN’s chest laid the guiding light. Its wings wrapped around itself like a blanket and positioned in such a manner that it almost looked as though it was sitting at the ready rather then sleeping.

Yet, in its lap rested Figure’s head. The latter whom had one of its massive arms wrapped around the snoring angel and the other had a still open book laying within its palm. It gingerly trilled away as it slumbered.

In a nearby corner of the bed, Timothy had made a small hammock for itself. A mound of sticky web from a recent art project still stuck to its front feet. It’s hammock web swaying side by side in the occasional breeze caused by Rush’s snores.

Shadow stood still on the side of the bed with its head down. It couldn’t really sleep like the other entities of the hotel, so instead it stood there and just pretended to do so.

Ambush was nestled close to the edge of the bed. It was hard to tell if it was asleep or not. Though it likely was, given it wasn’t as loud as it usually was. Still, it was a uncanny as it was endearing that it was looking directly towards Y/N as though it was wide awake.

Halt had neatly tucked itself away in farthest corner of the bed beneath some clean folded sheets that clearly wasn’t from the bed. Cuddled close was Eyes, who clung unto the sleeping Halt like a burr to soft fabric.

Snare had somehow made its way unto Y/N's hand, small roots pressing close for warmth.

From beneath the sheets, Y/N felt soft shuffles and giggles. Lifting the sheets revealed Screech and Dupe playing tag beneath them.

"..Anyone else down there?" They whispered through a smile.

"Buenos Dias.." Whispered a pair of tired yellow eyes that opened close to the pair of playing entities.

Y/N smiled wider, gently lowered the sheets back down and took a mental picture of the peaceful scene around them. Even the void itself seem thrum in content around the sleeping hotel of entities.

‘If only things like this could stay peaceful for long..’ They thought. Tucking themself between the two cuddly entities and wrapping their arms around the third on their chest. Preparing to go back to sleep.

But, as though their own thoughts turned into self fulfilling prophecy. The bed groaned, creaked and finally the wooden supports gave way into itself.

CRACK!

Pieces of broken wood, screaming, tumbling, thrashing entities and the sound of a sword being drawn filled the air as atleast hundred pairs of arms and legs thrashed around in terror.

And then silence. Eerie silence as all the beds occupants took a moment to process the new situation they had found themselves in. The bed, which had now capsized from the combined weight of all the hotel’s entities laid in complete and utter shambles.

“Oh.”

“We’re..gonna need a bigger bed..”

—

I didn’t really know what to do here lol. It was just a freeform thing I had in my head. Enjoy regardless. :)

ALSO THIS WAS WRITTEN ON MOBILE SO EXPECT IT TO BE GARBIGE

#roblox doors #doors roblox #doors seek #doors figure #doors screech #doors x reader #poly au #author.txt

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

omg

can we just *clear the air* for the writing prompts

hi this got stupid long mb lmao

javey brainrot is so fr rn

college roommates au in honor of they were roommates getting updated🙏🙏

so so sorry it took me a week to get to this lmao

Jack was about ready to scream. Davey had been gone for Shabbat for-in Jack's opinion-too damn long. He knew his roommate did this every week, but it didn't make the jarring loss of familiarity any better.

it was sunday morning; Dave was due back today, but not for another four hours at least, and Jack wanted to tear his hair out at the feeling in his chest of Davey being gone.

he had been-not pining, because that was pathetic, he told himself, just wishing his roommate would get home sooner-all weekend and he was ready to fall back into the familiar routine the two boys shared.

as he watched the second hand go around the cheap clock the two had found when they moved in, Jack decided to do something about all his nervous energy. jumping to his feet, he set up his paint covered easel in the corner of the room, and dug a canvas out of his closet, no thought in his mind as to what he wanted to paint.

standing in front of his threateningly blank canvas, jack picked at his cuticles, and then at the seam of his pants, and then brought his hand up to his mouth to bite his nails. the wide stretch of white was intimidating, daunting. and jack had no clue what to do about it.

shaking his head, he pulled out a few random colors and put them on the old shoebox lid he used as a pallet because the real ones are stupid expensive.

finally picking up a wide brush, he put it to the canvas, and blacked out into his "painting coma," as davey had affectionately dubbed it. it was all a blur of color, several dropped paintbrushes onto carpet and the subsequent curses that followed, and time seeming to drag on but at the same time flying away faster than a heartbeat.

nearly three hours later, jack emerged from his haze and blinked as he looked at his canvas.

it was a great collage of colors, swirling and mushing, each color blending perfectly with its neighbor, even if the two didn't exactly meld, jack had managed to coax them to be a beautiful mess.

and there, in the middle, was painted a pair of startlingly familiar blue eyes. the detail was immaculate, almost as if the artist had put an incredible amount of time studying said eyes.

jack groaned and buried his head in his hands, scraping his nails down his cheeks.

all of his paintings recently had included those eyes somewhere, or at least that very particular shade of cerulean. and jack hated it.

because he knew exactly whose stupidly blue eyes they were, and he didn't want to think of the implications of drawing them over and over. because that meant thinking about his feelings, and jack despised doing that, as all teenage and young adult boys do.

he dug the heels of his hands into his eyes before flopping onto his bed. he raised his head to look over at Davey's bed on the other side of the room, covers perfect and unrumpled. davey's half of the room was always either sparkling clean, or a disaster, and there was no in between, he almost always cleaned before he left for shabbat, and this time was no different; his books stacked neatly on his desk, pillows fluffed with the covers pristine, the top six inches of his blanket folded over. jack always teased him for it.

"s' like a hotel dude, kinda weird. like, who does that every single morning? bonkers." davey would get an embarrassed flush high in his cheeks, and stammer out a defense before jack slapped him on the back and told him he was joking. the pink in davey's cheeks was another thing that was a frequent visitor of jacks paintings, the light coral tube of paint nearly as empty as the sky blue one.

jack groaned, slamming his arms out onto the bed. he thought about the way davey's jaw set when he was mad, or focused, or how his eyes crinkled perfectly at the corners when he smiled, or the artistic slope of his nose, or-

his daydreaming was interrupted by footsteps nearing the door to their dorm.

leaping to his feet, jack snatched the canvas off the easel and shoved it back in the closet with the others just as the lock turned.

the familiar sight of davey's dark curls and the gentle slope of his shoulders made jack's heart feel like someone had stuck it in the microwave. the satchel slung over the shoulder of davey's sensible brown coat, the two buttons unbuttoned on his shirt, the jingle of his keys as he hung them on the hook by the door. it all felt so right to jack, like the world could spin again because davey was home.

as the other boy finally turned to face jack, he took a step forward. "howdy, dave." he said, opening his arms for a hug as davey set his bag down at the foot of his bed. a warm smile spread across davey's face as he sunk into jack's embrace, burying his head in the crook of the former's neck, and wow jack didn't want to think about what that could possibly mean as he wrapped his arms around the brunets waist.

"missed you," davey murmured into jack's neck. a low chuckle rumbled in jacks throat, even as a fond smile lit his face. "didja now? didn't know youse was so clingy, dave." he said, wrapping his arms tighter and rocking the two of them slowly.

davey hummed contentedly. "three days is a long time, though."

that got a real laugh out of jack, and if he pressed a kiss to the side of davey's head before he pulled out of the hug, who was to know but him?

"how's ya family? les still bein' a lil sheit?" jack put his hands on david's biceps, as if making sure he was still there. davey made a little chuff sound akin to a laugh, rolling his eyes fondly.

"like you wouldn't believe. Ama said he's got a 'date' with this girl in his class, Sally. 'pparently shes, and i quote, 'a real peach.'" davey's bright smile stretched across his face as jack threw his head back with a laugh. "That kid's too cocky for his own good, i tell ya." jack chuckled.

he patted davey's arms. "'nd how are you? feelin all religion-ed up?" dave snickered as he pushed his hand gently against jack's shoulder. "as much as i wanted to be, so no. its the same old crap about 'sin bad follow the book' and 'don't be a bad child or satan's going to eat your toes' and all that." he smiled, corners of his eyes crinkling in that way jack loved.

suddenly jack realized how close they were together, and how clear he could see all the details in those blue, blue eyes. swallowing thickly, he studied the flecks of green in them, and regretted not adding them to his earlier painting.

then suddenly he couldnt see them anymore, as davey was looking at something about a half inch below jacks nose. jack blinked, hesitantly putting a hand on davey's waist, bringing those blue irises back up to meet his.

"heya dave." he whispered.

"hi jackie," davey breathed back, almost breathless sounding. he glanced down again when jack's tongue flicked out to wet his lips.

their noses were almost touching, and they could feel the other's breath hot on their cheeks.

davey's phone rang. jack groaned as the other boy fumbled with his pocket to pull it out, stumbling backwards to sit on his bed. david answered the phone, face flushed and gaze averted from jacks.

"hi, papa, this really isn- yes- what? no, i didnt take it, ask les, you know he always does that. yeah. yeah, i know. ok. love you too papa." david hung up the phone, ears so red they were practically glowing as he turned to pick up his bag again.

jack was ready to explode again. "davey."

the brunet looked up, still pink.

"can we just-can we clear the air on somethin' here?" jack said, his knee bouncing slightly.

dave straightened up. "of-of course, jack." he shook his hands out, a sign he was nervous.

jack took a deep breath, psyching himself up. "what is this? to you?" he waved his hand vaguely between the two of them.

davey's eyes got wide as he started rocking side to side, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "i think-i think it's whatever you want it to be, jackie." he swallowed as jack stood back up and watched as the other boy started picking at his cuticles again as he approached.

"so if i wanted it to be somethin' a little more'n roomies n' friends, would you- would you be ok with that?" jacks voice wavered as he got closer.

" i think i would." dave's mind was racing, but he started smiling slightly. jack was less than two feet away from him now.

"really? you don't have to pity me, i know i ain't the best looker, if you wanted-" jack's whole expression spelled self doubt and uncertainty.

"will you just shut your stupidly pretty face and kiss me?" davey interrupted, cheeks red.

that was all the invitation jack needed to place a gentle hand on davey's cheek and press their lips together. david smiled into the kiss, placing his hands on jack's waist.

"you really think i'm pretty?" jack murmured against davey's lips. dave laughed and pulled back, bringing a hand up to flick jacks forehead lightly as he buried his face in the other's neck for the second time that day. jack smiled as he held his boy-his! his boy!-and brought a hand up to cradle the back of his neck.

"yeah, i do." david said into jack's shoulder, a stupid grin on his face.

whaaaat??? eel writing something that isn't some subcategory of angst??? what is this?????

yaaaay!! its over. unetided an all that jazz

#not entire sure how i feel abt tbh #i like my jack voice but i need to work on davey #also if you couldnt tell i was trying to write them as adhd(jack) n autistic(dave obvi) #spreading the audhd javey propaganda #lmk how i did i think i couldve done better but most of this was written while i was half asleep soooo #lmao #javey #jack kelly #davey jacobs #autistic davey jacobs #adhd jack kelly #audhd javey has my entire heart #zee's scribbles!

[baurbiediv]

Hmm maybe an imagine where Jack surprises the reader by coming home from tour early

welcome home!

being with someone like jack wasn’t always the easiest. especially with how popular his career was getting. with him being away on tour and you insisting on staying home, nothing was the same. jack had promised you that he’d call you after every show and simply just ask how your day was. some days you’d get a call, other days you wouldn’t.

but you couldn’t get mad at him, this was his career that he rightfully wanted to and needed to complete. you’d always been a supportive girlfriend, however, you were at the point where face time calls weren’t cutting it anymore. you needed to be with jack, hold him, touch him, and even smell him. you just missed everything about your boyfriend.

you’d been lying on the couch for whoever knows how long switching and flicking between channels, which you found nothing entertaining to watch. you sighed and figured that there was nothing that could have really done to truly entertain you besides taking a nap. so, you took up a spot on the couch, grabbed a pillow and rested your head on top of it and soon falling asleep.

not even 30 minutes later you’re woken up to the sound of the door opening. you slowly sit up and rub your eyes to fully grasp and understand what’s going on. you hear the door open and bags being set down. “i’m home baby!” you hear a familiar voice, although you still feel like you’re asleep. you get up and head to where you hear dthe voice and there you see him. all 6’3 of him. you squeal and jump into his arms as he catches you before he stumbles back a bit.

“i missed you.” you speak before burying your head into the crook of his neck. you smell the scent which was the one that you bought him for his birthday and the one he had been begging you to get for months. “i missed you too ma, you sound tired. you been asleep yet?” he asked while he played with your hair. you just hummed in response and he laughed, “i need an actual response!” he said in a light whisper.

“i was asleep for like 30 minutes and then you came in.” you said before yawning. “oh shit my bad, i’ll unpack everything later, we go take a nap i’m jet lagged anyway.” he said as he closed the door behind him and walked back over to the couch and lied right back on it with you still on top of him. he grabbed the blanket you had nearby and placed it over you both. some time in between then, you had fallen back to sleep. jack looked down at you as he just smiled to himself and took a picture of the moment.

#jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #bf!jack #jackharlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagines

[pxppet]

Enemies to Lovers – ‘Pride’

A day late but here’s Day 19 from @egoship-stuff‘s Proud Egos 2022! This is a Soft Anti AU where he decided to stop terrorising the town and the egos after realising he had fallen in love with the hero tracking him down. 

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“Just think of us five months ago,” Jackie giggles, curled up in bed and wrapped around a lump of blankets. “It’s really funny if you actually think about it y’know-”

“Jackie,” the lump scolds. “It is fucking 4 a.m. and I’m in the middle of a podcast.” Anti curls up even further into his blankets. Jackie pokes at his face, whining softly.

“C’monnn, Glitchy, you know you love me!”

“Nope, not one bit. I still think of killing you every day.” Anti smirks and pushes his headphones down over his ears. “La la la, oh what’s that, is there a dumb fucking hero rambling at me?”

Jackie whumps him on the head with a pillow, and in seconds Anti dives on top of him and pinches his ear roughly. Jackie suddenly gasps, eyes widening, and throws his hands out around Anti’s throat. Anti freezes up and stares down at him, a breath caught in his scarred throat. They stare at each other intensely. He slowly forces himself to untense, though.

“’S okay, Jacks. ‘S just me, just me…” Anti soothes at his partner, letting go of his ear and sitting up on Jackie’s lap, raising his hands. Jackie shakes out his head, faintly touching a long stripe of a scar on the side of his head. Anti withers with guilt, practically shrinking in on himself.

“No- no, Anti it’s okay!” Jackie sits up - causing Anti to fall against him - and holds his boyfriend to his chest. “Sorry. I just… when you get aggressive, sometimes I remember… when we were enemies instead. You still act like that sometimes. Like that villain. But I know you’re trying!”

Jackie brushes a hand through his hair, then rests his chin against the gentle brown curls. Not green. In fact, today there’s no green on Anti at all. He is soft in the light of the bedside lamp, curly brown hair with streaks of ginger, deep blue eyes, and a clean navy-blue hoodie. He looks nothing like Antisepticeye, the murderous villain terrorizing Jackie’s city. He looks like Jack. He looks like any of Jackie’s friends and family. He has been too scared to share their relationship with the others ever since they got together, but sometimes, when he looks this soft and sweet, Jackie wants to show him off like the handsome boyfriend he is to him.

Anti pulls back and looks up at him. “You can… really tell I’m trying?” Jackie nods and smiles at him. Anti huffs. “Wish the fuckin’ pigs agreed with you, honestly,” he jokes. Jackie laughs and hugs him tight against his bright red hoodie once again.

“Jackie, you’re suffocating me, asshole!” Anti punches his arm and laughs, wild and glitching slightly at the edges, face buried in between Jackie’s pecs. Jackie just laughs and shoves him in further, before suddenly releasing him. Anti topples backwards onto the bed, taking a massive, exaggerated breath in. “You bitch, are you still trying to kill me, huh?” Anti laughs and crawls back up to his side of the bed.

“No!” Jackie says, a little too serious in his tone. “I definitely gave that up. You’re… too important to me.” Anti turns his face away to hide the blush that creeps across it. Jackie wraps around him once again, softly kissing the back of his neck. “I promise I love you, bug,” Jackie assures quietly. 

Anti just curls up further, not able to get the facts of the situation out of his mind. Jackie’s friends despise him. The city hates him. The cops are hunting him. It’s too dangerous to admit how in love he is. But for now, curled up in bed, blue and brown and safe, he can put aside his pride, and promise it in return.

“I love you too, JBM.”

#antihero #anti x jackie #jackie x anti #ego shipping #egoshipping #jacksepticeye egos #jacksepticeye fanfic #writers of jack #writersofjack #jacksepticeye egos fanart #septicart #jackie/anti #anti/jackie #proud egos 2022 #proudegos 2022

[pinkislouder]

dean is just a kid whose dad never checked on him before leaving when he was asleep. he was lying awake, hoping john would come to his bed, put a hand on his head, tell him he'd be back soon. Just check on me, check if I'm breathing, check if I'm okay, tell me you love me even though I should technically be sleeping and unaware. So he'll check on Jack when he gets home, even if it's 3am and Jack is up anyway, doing fuck knows on TikTok. Jack beams at him from behind the bright phone screen, the only light source in the room. "You good?" Dean asks and Jack goes: "Yep! Did you catch the ghost?" And Dean tells him about the hunt and they chat a bit and he goes: Anyway, just wanted to check on you. And Jack smiles, small and honest. "I know. You always do."

#dean obviously doesn't tell jack to go to bed on time #that's cas' job #dean gets to check on him #sometimes jack is asleep and dean watches the hallway light pour into the dark room #watches jack's hair spill out from under the pillows where he's buried himself #tucked between pillows and blankets #and dean makes sure to be quiet as he approaches the bed on tip toes #makes sure jack is breathing #makes sure he's okay #tells him: hey bud I love you hope you had a good day #and then he walks back out just as quietly and closes the door #(buried between blankets and pillows jack smiles) #my headcanons

[kashimos-hajime]

definition of a good boy | a.a.

summary: literally you just peg the FUCK out of armin arlert. that’s it. and he looks real fucking pretty taking it.

WARNINGS: smut (18+), switch!reader (but majority femdom), switch!armin (majority sub <3), PEGGING, edging, anal fingering ahgnfkld, safe word (not used), oral (fem-receiving), overstim, praise kink, minor dacryphilia bc that shit HITS pairing: armin arlert x fem!reader word count: 3.7k

a/n: if armin no like peg, why he look like THAT last episode? ANYWAY this is who i represent now. just,,, pegging men and making them cry

crossposted on ao3

You wonder how many times Armin’s thought about this before. Or even, the first time at least. 

Was it when you rode him until he was crying for relief, your hands around his throat and your lips ravaging his own? Or maybe that time you had riled him up until he had you pinned in an alleyway just outside a fucking embassy, panties swept aside by the crook of his fingers and cock sheathed inside your wet folds as you cried out into his shoulder.

Which in itself was a feat. It’s probably the most difficult thing in the world to irritate Armin Arlert to the point where he wants to fuck the attitude out of you, and it had started with a dress that had a slit up to your thigh, and you tugging at his tie in the middle of his conversations, and ended with bruised collarbones, jelly legs, and fucking Connie texting you, WOW GOOD JOB!!!!! SASHA OWES ME TWENTY.

But you digress. You could probably pinpoint a million times he’s thought about it, a million times more when you have. It doesn’t matter now. What matters is that Armin Arlert is laid out right in front of you, flushed, sweating, eyes closed shut and mouth shamelessly open as you jack him off. His cheeks are red, the blush spreading down his neck and chest, but nothing compares to the shade of his lips as you swallow down his moan, tongue dipping into his mouth. Your other hand pins down his shoulder as he lets out a soft whine, and you smile, drawing back just as quickly as you came.

“You look so pretty, baby,” you whisper, brushing the hair fanning across his forehead back. The golden strands glimmer in the warm light of their room as Armin lets out another strangled noise when you squeeze the tip of his cock, the precum warm underneath your palm. “You think you’re ready?”

“Yeah.” His hands are on your back, fingers scratching the skin and sending shivers down your spine, yet now, one travels to the back of your neck and pulls you down for another deep kiss. Their mouths meet messily and his other hand trails down to your hips, your thighs by his waist, and squeezes. “I’m ready. I trust you.”

Pulling back, your gut clenches and you wish you’d taken up his offer to ride the edge off on his thigh, but you’d been so excited that you had refused. Now, nervous energy mixes with the heady arousal surrounding them you pull off of him, fingers giving one last pump to his hard cock. Sitting aside with the lube, you watch as Armin rolls over, revealing a muscled back ripe with tension and you immediately crawl over to him.

“Tense?”

“Nervous, yeah.” His fingers dig into the bedsheets as you place a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. His blond hair tickles the apple of your cheek and you situate yourself right over him. Squeezing a sizeable amount of lube onto your pointer and third finger, you smear it down to your base knuckles and glance at Armin again. His cheek is pressed against the mattress, his sedated face betraying the hunger in those blue eyes. His hips twitch against the blankets almost imperceptibly but you let it slide—they both need a moment to just…

“Safe word?” you ask.

“Conch,” he replies dutifully. “Don’t worry so much or I’ll start to worry.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you or for you to hate this.”

“The most important thing is that we tried it, alright?” He reaches back to grab your hand, and you look down at his fingers wrapping around your wrist. Twisting to hold onto him, you kiss his fingers before he lets go, resumes the slow grind against the mattress and you watch, transfixed at the rolls of his hips. Reminded of the slick glistening down your thighs, you clench your legs together as a soft moan is muffled by Armin’s face buried in the sheets. His knuckles are white as his thrusts grow frantic, but they both know that nothing on this bed is enough friction for what they both want.

Too many nights with disappointing outcomes have taught them better—silk is good for hair and skin only, it seems.

“On your knees,” you murmur, and he freezes, face turning slowly to reveal blissed out face and a panting mouth. Stomach fluttering at how obedient he is, you situate yourself right behind him as he rises to his knees and elbows and you spot the wet stain where his precum had soaked into the sheets. Smiling, you rise up on your knees, lean over, and kiss his spine, settling a hand on the small of his back. “Relax, baby.”

Your fingers slip between his cheeks and rub along the hole, the heat emanating from his skin incinerating. Gently, you sink your fingers in and he lets out a choked noise at the stretching as you scissor slowly to give him time to get used to the burning. His fingers sink into the mattress, claw-like, and his back tenses up but you lean forward, running a soothing hand between his shoulder blades.

“Are you okay, baby?” you whisper, the resistance making you pause so he can get used to it. He lifts his head, gasping before nodding to the wall.

“I’m okay.” Forehead to the sheets again. “Keep going.”

Kissing his hip, you nod and push forward as your hand on his back spreads out, and you feel the moment he relaxes because something inside him eases, too. Your fingers sink in despite how tight it is, near-choking as his legs twitch against your thighs. You watch the back of his head keenly, catch the speedy rise and fall of his shoulders as you slowly draw your fingers in and out, getting him used to the sensation.

Tiny sounds escape his mouth as he rests his cheek against the bed, his sharp gasps whenever you push in deeper than before music to your ears and to the growing drip of arousal between your legs.

It’s when Armin’s legs shoot out from underneath him, his whole body collapsing and a loud moan comes out of him that you really snap awake. Your hand ripped out from between his asscheeks, you jump back, eyes widening in fear and you crawl up so you can spot his face. His eyes are wide enough that you can see a ring of white around his blue, blue eyes, and he’s coated in a fine layer of sweat over his pink cheeks. A hand is slapped over his mouth and you hear his raspy pants through his nose, desperate and rapid as you lower yourself to his eye level.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” you ask but he lifts a wet hand from his mouth, and you watch slowly as he grabs your wrist tightly. Lube from your fingers drips onto your hand as he yanks you close.

“Why’d you stop?” he groans. “If that’s how it feels every time I hit your g-spot, I wish we started this sooner.”

Electricity zaps through your chest and your lips pull into an incredulous smile as he lets go of your wrist and cups your neck, pulling you down into an open-mouthed kiss and you moan into his mouth as he pushes himself up onto an arm, tongue exploring your cheeks, his hand sliding down your back. It’s decidedly slow, unpretentious, intimate, and you remind yourself that there’s still a task at hand, no matter how persuading Armin can be with his eyes, hands, tongue, or otherwise.

Parting, your heart pounds like a damned drum as he squeezes your ass but you pluck his hand off of you, pushing him back down onto all fours.

“Elbows and knees, Arlert. I’m not finished with you yet,” you murmur and you see the shiver in his body at the idea. He does as he’s told, lowering himself until his face is against the mattress and his ass is up in the air, and you migrate to his end again, through the molasses air until you’re where you were before. 

A hand on the small of his back, you ease your fingers in again, and this time, when he lets out a sharp whine, you know not to give up but to give in, push against the spongey flesh at your fingers that sends his hips jolting back into your palm. Peering at a pretty blond head, you frown when you see his palm has found its place over his mouth again and without thinking, your hand on his back trails to his ass, giving it a light slap before squeezing the flesh.

“Let me hear you, pretty boy,” you croon as his back arches with a choked ah! that fills your stomach with butterflies. Pushing down on his spine, with every whine, moan, desperate more, every pleading deeper, baby, you reward him with another thrust of your fingers that makes Armin writhe with pleasure you can feel everywhere in his body. Heat licking at your own face, you get so lost in the rocking of his hips, the sheets twisting under Armin’s fists as he tries to chase his own high, that you nearly miss the signs of his coming orgasm.

Classic: he starts swearing like a sailor.

“Fuck—hngh!—C’mon, baby. Come on. I’m so close.”

And the panting that’s so noticeably heavy and fast that it’s a wonder he can even breathe with how much he’s begging and squirming by the pressure of your fingers alone. 

Those two things echo in your head as you pull your fingers out just as he stands on the brink of his eyes rolling back from the black-out euphoria he must’ve been on the edge on because when you stop, he lets out the loudest fucking curse you’ve ever heard in your life.

No, fuck! Baby!” His whines are music to your ear as he buries his face in the silk. “Baby, I was so fucking close! You, you—“

“I? I?” you tease, a thrill igniting underneath your heart at how he sweats and arches underneath your hand. “You’re just so pretty for me all needy, Armin. Not every night I get to edge you.”

“It could be,” he pleads, his hips lowering to the mattress again as he reaches forward for a pillow to shove between his legs but you smack the hand away as you stretch for the nightstand. “Baby, just let me cum. Let me cum and I’ll let you edge me every night. Please, please, please—“

“Armin,” you censure, although the words are enticing and you know if you brought it up to him outside the bedroom tomorrow morning, he’d blush and have to accept his own vow. But you’re not that cruel. “When have you ever given in to my pleading?”

Maybe you’re worse. You don’t mind that at all.

“Sometimes, I do. When you’ve been a good girl.” His hips begin to rub against the silk sheets as you grab the strap-on and buckle it up comfortably around your hips. Armin’s oblivious to it all and you let him have his moment of faux relief, pretending you don’t notice. He’s going to need the breather after you’re done with him. “And I’ve been good. I swear it.”

“Really?” Grabbing the lube bottle that’s been lost in the sheets, you squirt a hefty amount all over the silicone and run your hand up and down the shaft, warming it up. “I don’t think trying to fuck yourself on silk sheets like you’re a prince without a whore is going to help you much now is it, hm?”

His hips freeze and you chuckle to yourself, the power trip making you dizzy as you hum appreciatively and lean over him, the tip of the strap leaving a wet trail from between his cheeks down his spine. Your lips find the knob of his spine, mouthing at it warmly as his entire body goes taut and you reach blond hair, nosing it away and sucking a mark onto his neck. He lets out a soft moan, lifting his head and reaching up a hand to wrap around the back of your neck. 

Bracing yourself, you smile and find the sensitive spot right underneath his jaw, biting gently.

“Armin,” you whisper huskily against the shell of his ear, nose drawing along his temple. “What’s that again about being a good boy?” You return your mouth to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, grinning wickedly when his back arches and he lets out a helpless whine. Inhaling the smell of clean soap, you crane your head to look down between your bodies. He’s laid out bare in front of you, and you wiggle your hips, nestling the strap back between his ass cheeks, just to get him used to the sensation.

Tearing yourself away and back up, you cup his thighs and pull him back up to his knees.

“Anyway,” you continue, as if remarking on the weather, “I don’t know if you do deserve this anymore. Seeing as if every time I stopped touching you, you’ve gone to rutting the bed like I wouldn’t notice.” The tip presses against his hole and you feel his shiver. You tilt your head. “Nothing to say now, huh.”

“No, no, please. Fuck! I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I won’t do it again. I promise. I really promise, baby.”

“Right.” You don’t believe him, but nonetheless, you smile. “Why don’t you prove it and relax?” A soft noise keening from his mouth, he nods and lowers himself deeper. Counting silently to yourself, you wait until he gets comfortable.

When he does, you set a hand on his hip, another on his back, and slowly push in. 

“Ah!” His head snaps up, knuckles blanching as he grasps the sheets. Breathing quickening, he stiffens but you hush him quietly, stroking soothing shapes into his skin. You slowly ease out again and he exhales. A heat sears through your chest and the urge to slip your fingers in, to push against the spongey part again until he’s begging, not for you to stop or for you to continue, but just crying begging for you, causes you to groan to yourself.

“You don’t know how pretty you look all like this, Armin,” you murmur as he shifts back and you laugh gently. “You really want this, hm?” You push back in gently, and it goes easier this time. Your hips nearly press flush against his skin as he lets out a choked noise. “Lemme hear you, yeah? God, I wanna hear you so bad, baby.”

“Hngh! Ah—“ You draw back only to sink back in again, bottoming out and you know you hit it when his elbows slide out from under him, cheek against the bed. You pause, tip pressing against the prostate until he’s blabbering, voice going raw with desperation. “Baby! Baby, baby, baby, oh God—“

Guts tightening, you bite your lip, trying to hold back your own moan as he tries to jerk back. 

“You want me to move, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, please. Please, please, please.” His hand claws at his face, caging his mouth but doing nothing to muffle any of his noise as you push harder. His eyes roll back and you smirk, pulling back. “Baby!”

“Alright, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” And you sink into him, faster this time, hitting your mark so easily that when his moans arise, it’s only incentive for you to continue thrusting, your movements sloppy but quick. Hips against his ass, your fingers dig into his hips as he begins to rock back against you, settling into an unsteady rhythm only they can begin to understand.

You watch in delicious satisfaction as Armin falls apart, raising his ass higher, sinking deeper into his chest. A soft whine rises with every movement as he gasps out, “Harder,” and you nearly fucking lose yourself in the high-pitched rasp in his voice. His voice begins to thicken when you listen, and you catch sight of his cheek, glistening with tears.

“You close, baby?” you pant at the sight. Fuck, he’s so fucking pretty; it’s otherwordly. Your hips beginning to tire, the smack and slide of their skin the only other thing you can feel besides how hard and tight he is as he nods, red lip trapped between teeth. “Yeah? You’re doing so well, you know? God, I’m so proud of you.” He lets out a whiny mhm! A harsh throbbing between your legs, you squeeze his hips. “C’mon, baby. C’mon. You’re so pretty. Pretty boy crying for me.”

“God, I love you,” he cries out, body beginning to shake as his breath hitches in his throat sharply like a ragged gasp after nearly drowning. “I love you so much. Please, let me cum. I wanna be good. Lemme be good for you.”

Lurching forward, you plunge as deep as you can into him and he lets out a hoarse wail as you sink your teeth into his side, at his ribs. Your arms wrap around his waist, holding him flush against yourself and he shudders, head raised as he claws at the sheets, riding off his own orgasm on your strap, shamelessly, with reckless abandon and you press your face into his shoulder blade, rocking with his moves.

Soft, airy moans fill the silence as he stubbornly tries to keep going as he falls back on his knees, in some yoga pose you can’t remember the name of, and you draw yourself back up, shallowly rolling your hips against his until he’s crying into his arm, ears red, cheeks red, everything red and warm and slick.

Sighing, you finally pull out and he lets out a whimper at the loss. Sitting back on your ankles, you begin to unbuckle the strap, climbing over his shaking leg to grab the towel on their nightstand. Wiping off the lube and juices from the silicone, you glance over your shoulder at your dazed boyfriend, and a soft smile pulls at your mouth as he tries to catch his breath. Back rising and falling, he wipes at his face and you chuckle, abandoning your cleaning efforts to crawl over to his face. Leaning down to kiss his cheek, you hum.

“Pretty baby,” you murmur as his blue eyes rake over your face, down your body covered in a fine layer of sweat. You lay down beside him, mirroring his position so you’re on your stomach, chest resting on your forearm. Your other hand lifts, fingers brushing through hair that falls over his eyes lazily. His irises are still blown out with lust, the residual pleasure still occupying his face in how lax his face is, how he barely keeps his eyes open. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” His voice is nothing more than a mumble as he turns to plug his eyes with his forearm and you laugh, scooting closer to kiss his ear. “I dunno if I can walk tomorrow, though.”

“I did go a bit hard on you, didn’t I?”

“’S okay. I asked for it.” He lifts his head with a cold breath, and he looks at you again. “I wanted it. So badly. You did so good, baby.”

“A-Armin—“ His name is swallowed up by his lips and you let out a noise of surprise as he cups the back of your neck. Pushing you onto your back, he deepens the kiss and their legs tangle up as his other hand runs down your side. A soft moan spills out of your mouth into his as he trails inward, exploring the slick pooling down your legs. Without a second to waste, he sinks a finger in easily to the first knuckle, curling sinfully and your legs spasm against his.

“Maybe you liked it more than me,” he hums, lifting his mouth from yours. Before you can refute that claim, he’s travelling down your body, free hand adoring every single curve and line. You let out a small protest as he slips his finger out but it’s almost instantly replaced by his mouth suctioning onto your cunt. Heat splinters through your body and your legs wrap around his head immediately.

“Fuck, Armin,” you sigh, hands buried under the pillow above your head as he laps at your slit and when you raise your head to see him peering back, you groan at the sheen covering his chin and lips. His eyes are still blown out, darkened with lust, and he dips his mouth again as the coil inside you tightens and just seeing him beneath you again has your eyes rolling back. His hand squeezes your thigh as your breath hitches and you feel it coming, harsh, white, and hot.

Chest blistering tight, your eyes flutter shut and your fingers scrape at silk as your hips rut against his face. You’re so fucking close—fuck, fuck, fuck—

“Armin!” You let out a hoarse scream as he slams a hand over your mouth and your back arches as his other hand presses your hips down. Eyes rolling back, your hands wrap around his wrist as he sucks on your clit, massages you through the crashing waves that run through your body. Legs trembling, you try to move away but he only huffs a laugh, kissing your slit before licking a stripe up. The overstimulation makes you whine, shaking as he continues to tease you out, drinking you, eating you as if you’re his last meal on death row.

His name spills out of your mouth in shameless babbles, praises about how good he is for you coming out raw as you try to catch your breath but he won’t let you. Not even for a second. 

Armin only breathes you in—hums against your soaked thighs, biting gently on the flesh, and your hands fly to your face, one over your mouth, another over your eyes as a helpless, incoherent plea spills out of you. You feel the smirk in his cheeks as he pushes himself closer and your hips nearly lift but he pulls you back down to the bed, chuckling.

“Am I good boy now?” he asks huskily against your cunt. Shivers shoot up your spine and he inhales deeply, squeezing your thighs like he’s never seen something so fuckable. “Or do I need to prove it to you again?”

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Haikyuu Hugs pt 4:

FUKURODANI

Bokuto Koutarou:

THE ONE YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

THE BEST HUGGER IN THE ENTIRE SERIES

THE BIG MAN HIMSELF

He is the absolute KING of hugs, let me tell you

If you want hugs, he's got you, 900%

All you have to do is hold out your arms and your face will be buried in his chest before you can say Hoot

When he wants hugs he'll stare at you and blink a bunch to get your attention

Or sometimes he'll pout at you, or rest his head on you until you notice

Before we get into the pillow qualities of this man though, let's discuss his hug technique

The kind of man who you can go to when you’re scared, and he’ll wrap you up and whisper reassurances and loving words to you because he is whipped 

He can pull off ANY SORT OF HUG

Lying down? Head on chest or thighs, you can fall asleep as he plays with your hair or wraps his arms around you

Sitting down? You can sit on his lap, or drape yourself over his shoulders, or he'll drape over yours!

Standing? He'll hug you straight on, facing you, arms at your waist. He'll hug you from behind, a protective weight at your back, resting his chin on your head.

He has a habit of squeezing you to him, arms round your shoulder blades

His arms are SO BIG and he's SO BEEFY and PLEASE getting hugged to his massive, warm chest is a DREAM COME TRUE

The CUDDLE MASTER

And finally, my magnum opus, the ultimate Bokuto hug:

If you see each other after a while, he'll run to you, especially if you run to him, he'll squeeze you to his chest and hoist you into the air with a joyous laugh, spinning the both of you around before slowing, holding you close as he sways you, humming softly in your ear

Ah that felt good to get off my chest man do I long to hug this man~

Washio Tatsuki:

Tall + Intimidating looking + Strong, silent type? You know this man gives good hugs

Very warm, very safe, like a tower with the insides of a fluffy blanket

Honestly? He’s pretty quiet, not too into loud and exuberant hugging or whispered conversations, but he is so good for comfort cuddles

Anytime you need sheltering from the world, or you’re just tired and stressed, you can go to him and he’ll hug you when you relax, sleep, or vent to him

He’s an incredible listener, he loves to lie on the sofa with you on his chest as you talk about anything

He’ll stroke your cheek or hair, or rub circles on your back with a soft smile

I actually think that, once you’ve been friends or in a relationship for a while, that he’d get a little clingy, once you’re close

He seems to have this stony, blunt, stern face that he shows the world, and that is who he is, but he also really cares for you and he wants to make sure you’re ok, and he will approach you for hugs if he can sense that something is up

Sometimes he’ll hug you to him and he’ll muse quietly over some things he needs to do, or something he’s working on; only short sentences but that’s all he needs to convey his meaning, lulling you to sleep with the low rumble of his chest

Once you fall asleep he’ll press a kiss to the top of your head and whisper ‘I love you’

Sarukui Yamato:

When I tell you that there is SO LITTLE on this man’s personality-

Anyway, I am taking the very very little we see of him and running with it so-

~ahem~

He really loves giving you little kisses while hugging you!

There you’ll both be, standing around, and before you know it he’s got you pressed to his chest, dotting your cheeks, nose and brow with tiny kisses, short, sweet and loving

He does longer kisses too! He’ll press a kiss to your lips mid-embrace, holding it for a little just so you can feel how much he loves you

He’ll do the same if you’re cuddling while laying down, just kiss your face or hands without pulling away for a while

His favourite thing to do is rest his face against your neck or collarbone, letting his lips linger against your skin, not fully kissing it but feeling it, loving the contact between you

He trusts you with his problems, and will sometimes come to you when stressed or annoyed, and vent to you a little while your fingers run through his hair, a feeling that he finds incredibly reassuring

He’s also a fiddler, he’ll fiddle with your hair or clothes or fingers while cuddling, or he’ll paint patterns on your arms with his fingers, twisting fabric into whorls as you cuddle

Akaashi Keiji:

Ah~ another beautiful character! There are far too many of these in this show, it’ll be the death of us all 

Regardless - I think Akaashi began a little more uncomfortable with physical contact! He didn’t jump straight into the hug life, but stepped in gradually, yet once he became comfortable oh you’ve unleashed a monster

Akaashi prefers to be calm, collected and polite around others, so it is with you that he unwinds the most

He absolutely adores laying with his head in your lap, letting you play with his curls as he gestures emphatically towards the ceiling while describing his day and how the team is doing

He’s a sway hugger too, he’ll rock you gently from side to side as you embrace, one hand firm at your back or waist

He has a habit of making little sarcastic comments while you hug too, things about what his teammates or other schools have been up to

He gets a little touchy at points, brushing his hands past your arms or shoulders while you work, or using you as a head rest - casual contact for the win here

Considering his habit to overthink, he’ll seek you out whenever his thoughts begin running too wildly

At his point he’ll curl up in a blanket with his head on your chest, talking out his thoughts as you whisper to him - he finds your presence to be the most calming thing in the world

He likes to kiss your hands too, before embracing you - he has this little thing he’ll do

He’ll offer you his hand, and when you take it he’ll press a kiss to your fingers, or the back of your hand, before sweeping you towards him and wrapping you in a hug

He then begins laughing, and he has the most enchanting giggles - they range from quiet to full on snorting, but all of them are some of the beautiful laughter you’ve ever heard

Konoha Akinori:

In all honesty, Konoha is really hard to characterise - I have like... two routes I could go down and I can’t choose... So I’m going to throw in elements of both! Enjoy!

First of all, this guy is really fun and teasing and his hugs reflect this

Another sway hugger, but not gentle swaying, but happy swaying, almost like dancing, you can tell he’s happy as he swishes you around within his clasps, laughing all the while

He likes to flirt a little too as you hug, both hands at your hips and his words a breeze by the shell of your ear, words of affection and admiration for how wonderful you look today

He likes to be the big spoon, and will hug you from behind constantly - he loves to have you laying on him, or to rest his head on yours or your shoulder, humming a small tune 

He actually enjoys giving you massages too! His fingers are long and dexterous, and dig perfectly into the knots that the muscles of your back form after a long day, moulding you into a relaxed puddle like a vat of kinetic sand

On the flip side, he harbours several insecurities over his supposed lack of outstanding talent, being the ‘jack of all trades’ and not having a specific ‘thing’

Some days this will hit him hard, and he’ll come to you - lay down his head and close his eyes

He knows you’ll feel his hurt - and nothing cheers him up like your reassurances that he is good enough and that every person with one talent needs an all rounder to back them up and that he’s more useful in the long run

It reassures him, and he smiles as he soaks up your warmth - knowing that he is master of one thing and it’s loving you

Anahori Shūichi:

He’s so sweet and excitable! 

Such loving and enthusiastic hugs from him, because you are his whole world

He will squeeze you to his chest with the utmost abandon and give you little kisses all over your face

He does puppy eyes when he wants a hug

When you first became close, he was often a bit nervous to approach you if he wanted a hug

But over time he became more comfortable... and adorably clingy as a result

He’ll always back off if you’re not in the mood - but this man wants his cuddles

CHAIR CUDDLE KING!

Oh what’s a chair cuddle? Only his favourite hug in the world

The BEST hug you can give him is one where he sits in a chair (preferably a massive, squishy armchair) and you sit on his lap and let him cuddle you

Facing towards or away from him he loves it, just having his arms around your waist as you watch something together

He also loves to sit in your lap, if you’ll have him, either as a joke or sincerely

Just this man... he loves the cuddle

Woollen blanket levels of snuggleeeeeeeeeee

Please stroke his hair he loves it

Komi Haruki:

Another energetic boy (this poor team’s coach rip)

He loves you

Like really loves you

And he wants to tell you that over and over again!

While he hugs you he will definitely whisper sweet nothings into your ear and tell you he adores you

Cuddles all day, cuddles all night!

Will cuddle you in his sleep, like you’re laying in bed and you wake up in the middle of the night for whatever reason and he will be snuggling you so hard

One arm thrown over you and his nose at your neck and he’s so happy there that you’d feel really bad moving him

Also definitely headcanon he’s warm

Not open oven Bokuto warm but...

In a room with a log fire in the corner on a winter’s day warm

Very cozy and comforting, also very sweet with you

Will tell you about the funny parts of his day while hugging

Onaga Wataru:

He’s less enthusiastic than some of our previous boys for sure

But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you just as much

I’m feeling sappy tonight so honestly? You are his everything

But headcanon! I don’t think he’s the best exactly at speaking his emotions

Oh he cherishes you with everything he has but he’s relatively quiet and finds it hard to express all that sheer emotion with words

In his mind, letters don’t cut it - how can a mere human mouth fully express the depth of the heart’s devotion? His love is more than words it’s colours and feelings and everything he associates with you and he is not (in his mind) eloquent enough to tell you

But he wants to

So? Hugs

When he hugs you this man puts his all into it

His squeeze is the perfect tightness, not too weak, not too tight

When his arms wrap perfectly around your shoulders, he tries to push all of his feelings into the hug

He wants to transmit his love for you through the physical contact

Long hugger definitely, he can hold you for hours

Will DROP EVERYTHING to hug you if you ask - no matter how important, you are first

Sturdy hugs and frame as well, just a good hugger

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyū!! #hq!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu ficlet #haikyuu x reader #fukurodani #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto x gn!reader #washio tatsuki #washio x reader #sarukui yamato #sarukui x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi x gn!reader #konoha akinori #konoha x reader #konoha x gn!reader #anahori shuuichi #anahori x reader #komi haruki #komi x reader #onaga wataru #onaga x reader #i am running on so little info for some of these boys #i take 'hardworking' and run with it #also i am in such a sappy mood atm

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BTS Reaction to Cock Warming NSFW

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BTS reaction to trying cockwarming (M) 18+ NSFW

Warnings: cockwarming (duh?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, a little oral?, over stim, dom!tae (oops), squirting, kind of subby JK if you squint. 

A/N: This was self-indulgent. I’m a slut for cockwarming and I can never find enough of it. If you have recommendations send them my way. 🥵🥵🥵 Some of these got long (all of them?) and some were really soft and others were…. Not at all hehe. I enjoyed writing Hoseok and Jimin for the first time, both in very different ways!

If you have a request, send me an ask!

Seokjin would probably be unsure at first, but would be willing to try it if it made you happy. He would want to do it at night when you were both tired and cuddling to fall asleep. He would want you to slowly jack him off to get him hard and would probably whine when you stopped, missing the warmth of your hand, but that’s not the point tonight! You would wear only panties to bed, and he would be naked, as per usual. He would turn you both on your sides so he was spooning you from behind and slide your panties to the side so he could slowly finger you until he felt you were wet enough for him to slip in. You would both gasp at the feeling of his thick cock entering you with little preparation, and he would probably have a hard time staying still. A few minutes would go by of you both adjusting your bodies slightly to find a comfortable position to sleep in, letting out soft moans at the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you.

Eventually you would fall asleep, loving the feeling of Seokjin’s warm length filling you up. Sometime throughout the night, Jin would wake up and wouldn’t be able to take the feeling of your walls around him anymore. “YN?” He would try to rouse you gently, “Love?” His whispers sounded strained as you opened one eye, worrying something was wrong, until you felt his member twitch in your dripping pussy. You let out a moan at the movement.

“Mmm,” Seokjin mumbled, slowly starting to move his hips back and forth, fucking into you slowly, “I can’t take it anymore YN, I have to fuck you.” 

Yoongi was working on something in his studio, distracted by whatever was on his screen. You sat behind him on his small leather couch, enjoying his presence, as you worked on your own laptop. You had been horny all day and had been waiting for him to finish for the last few hours. You were starting to get frustrated, in more ways than one, and decided to do something about it.

“Yoongi,” you whined in a sweet voice, getting up from your spot on the couch and circling his chair. You trailed your fingertips over the back of his exposed neck, bringing goose bumps to the surface of his skin. “Baby,” you whined again, this time catching his attention.

“What’s the matter babe?” He gave you a bored look, lips pursed into that straight smile he liked to give you. You smiled sweetly at him. Making sure there were no wires or cords around you, you swung one leg over his lap and straddled him in his chair. Without missing a beat, he leaned back in the chair causing it to bounce backward with the weight and brought both hands up to rest on your hips. He raised an eyebrow at you as you leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

“I want you,” you whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait any longer, I’ve been wet all day.” The whine in your voice was apparent and it made Yoongi chuckle a bit. 

“Dirty girl,” he mumbled, running his hands along your thighs and ass, “just a little longer baby, I promise.”

“Yoongi,” you drew out his name, pulling back to pout at him, making him laugh again, “can I just sit on it? I won't even move, I promise I’ll let you finish.”

His laugh got caught in his throat as he let out a short cough, trying to process what you just said. “Like - like cockwarming?”

“Sure, if that’s what it takes to get you inside me.”

Yoongi looked unsure for a second, before desire flashed in his eyes. Removing one hand from your hips he slid his grey sweats and boxers down a bit, letting his semi-hard length spring out. Your pussy was drooling at the sight of it. “Pants off baby,” he said.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You stood up and unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them and your panties off at the same time. Excitement was bubbling in your stomach at the thought of finally getting to feel him. You tossed your clothes on the couch and by the time you were standing in front of him again he was languidly jerking his now fully hard member. You immediately sank to your knees and licked a stripe up his length from the base to the tip. “YN,” he groaned, head falling back against the chair, “you’re distracting me.”

You smirked and stood back up, straddling him again, one leg on either side of his body. Yoongi held his dick against your entrance as you slowly sank down onto him. Once he was fully sheathed in your warmth, you leaned on his chest, head resting on his shoulder. “You feel amazing,” he mumbled into your hair as he sat forward in his chair to better reach his computer. You moaned at the feeling of his cock moving inside you, but stayed still like you promised. “If you’re a good girl and stay there til I’m finished, maybe I’ll let you cum on this cock.”

Your boyfriend, Hoseok, was a freak, to put it lightly. He was always up for experimenting in the bedroom. You were usually the more timid one of the two of you. That’s why it took him by surprise when you shyly brought up cockwarming during dinner one night. That was a week ago. Now, you both had the day off tomorrow and Hoseok invited you over to stay the night at his place. You both knew tonight you were going to give cockwarming a try and to say you were both excited was a huge understatement. 

Hoseok had picked out a few movies to watch and brought blankets and pillows out to the living room to get cozy. After you had finished your takeout for dinner, you changed into panties and a large t-shirt, Hoseok changing into basketball shorts for easy access.

Once the movie was on, Hoseok situated you so you were both laying on your side, him behind you against the back of the couch. Both your heads were resting on a pile of pillows, a large fluffy blanket draped over the top of you both. You were incredibly comfy and could definitely fall asleep like this.

Throughout the first movie, Hoseok was warming you up by licking and nibbling at your neck and ear, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your clit through your panties. It was slow, almost like a massage, definitely not to get you off, but to make you soaking wet and ready for his cock.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, voice low and hoarse from not using his voice for a while. 

You nodded your head, turning back slightly to place a chaste kiss on his lips. He smiled down at you and moved your panties to the side, slipping two fingers into your glistening cunt. “God baby, you’re dripping all over my hand,” his dirty words only made you grow wetter. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers scissoring you open, prepping you for his cock. Once he felt you were ready, he slipped his shorts down and brought the tip of his dick to your entrance, gathering up your slick for an easy slide. He slid inside you with a practiced ease, both of you groaning at the feeling. He wasn’t lying, you were really wet. You didn’t think this would turn you on this much.

“Good?” He whispered into your ear. The sweetness in his voice contrasting his lewd actions. 

You nodded again, biting your lip to keep the moans from escaping. He was filling you up so well, the feeling of his throbbing cock almost too much for you. You both went back to watching the movie, but neither of you could really focus on the screen, relishing in eachother’s warmth. 

Halfway through the second movie, Hoseok’s hands started to wander, one of them resting on your bare thigh. He was drawing small circles on the skin, heightening your pleasure even more. He adjusted his body slightly behind you and a whine involuntarily slipped out of your mouth. “Yeah?” You could hear the smirk in his tone as the hand on your thigh snaked around your front and dipped into your panties, pointer finger immediately finding your incredibly swollen clit, “Damn baby, did having my cock in you turn you on this much?” 

You nodded, face flushing at his dirty words. “It’s ok,” he kissed your cheek sweetly when his words were anything but, “I’ll fuck this pretty little pussy til you’re screaming.”

He kept his promise that night, that’s for sure.

You and Namjoon had amazing sexual chemistry, it’s one of the reasons your relationship worked so well. You were both open to trying new things and you hardly ever found a kink of the others that you didn’t enjoy. You just meshed well together. So when you asked Namjoon if he would want to try cockwarming he was totally onboard. You had just finished a romp in the sheets and were cuddling in your shared bed, about to fall asleep when you brought it up.

“You want me to just, put it in? And leave it there?” He wasn’t judging, just honestly curious, ready to please you.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s cockwarming,” you giggled, straddling his lap, cock already standing at attention again, “we can just like, lay here I guess?” To be honest, you weren’t sure how you were going to feel about it, but you wanted to at least try it. 

“Ok, are you sore? Do you need me to prep you?” You rolled your eyes, though you very much appreciated the kind nature of your boyfriend.

“I’m fine Joonie,” you murmured as you leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on his lips, “love you.”

“I love you too baby,” he smiled that beautiful dimpled smile you love so much. You smiled at him sweetly as you reached your hand down between your bodies and grabbed his thick length. Namjoon had one of the biggest dicks you’ve ever seen and this man knew how to use it. Just thinking about it made you wet. You lined him up with your entrance and teased your clit a few times with the tip, pulling a low groan from his lips. You smirked as you sank down on his length slowly, relishing in the way he stretched your tight walls. 

“Mmm,” you moaned, sitting straight up, speared on Namjoon’s cock. 

“Now what?” Your sweet boyfriend asked as you leaned down to rest on his firm chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his nose.

“This is it,” you said, pecking his cheeks and forehead, “we can fall asleep like this.”

“Fall asleep?” You chuckled at the wide eyed expression he was giving you, “I don’t think I can last more than 10 minutes like this.” He brought one hand up to push his still sweaty hair off his forehead. 

“Just relax, baby,” you soothed, right in his ear. Your breath was was tickling his ear and it was taking all of his restraint to keep from fucking up into your heat. You placed light kisses right behind his ear and down his neck, loving the soft mewls coming from his mouth. You knew what you were doing was teasing him, but you wanted to drive him crazy. This was no longer about cockwarming for you. The moment he entered you, you knew neither of you would last. 

He growled lowly and cupped both of your ass cheeks in his large hands. “I can’t hold back anymore baby,” you pulled back from his neck to look at him as he pulled back from your clenching pussy and slammed his hips back up into you, “Want me to fill you up again?”

Jimin, your sweet, sweet boyfriend, was actually the one to bring up cockwarming. He had a long day at work, exhausted from all the extra work his boss asked of him today. When he got home he asked if you would take a bath with him, something the two of you did occasionally to relax. You agreed without hesitation, wanting to help Jimin calm down and unwind.

You filled up the tub and added in his favorite bath bomb that smelled like roses and even had some pieces of dried rose petals in it. The water was a pretty pink color when you poured in some champagne scented bubbles, your favorite. Once you were satisfied, you grabbed two big, white fluffy towels and deposited them on the closed toilet seat, awaiting the two of you for after your bath.

“Jimin!” You called downstairs, “Bath is ready!”

“Coming!” You heard him yell. You heard some shuffling in the kitchen and the clink of a dish being set in the stainless steel sink. You quickly undressed yourself, tossing your clothes in the laundry hamper just as Jimin walked in, eyeing your body. He looked tired, but you could still see the lust in his eyes at the sight of your nakedness. “You look incredible, baby,” his voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around your middle and smiled down at you, “thank you.” His plush lips met yours briefly before he was pulling away to shed his own clothes. 

You smiled giddily at him and you climbed over the side of the tub, waiting patiently for him to get in. You leaned over the side of the tub, arms crossed, as you admired the toned body of your boyfriend. He really did have a beautiful body, rock solid abs and thick thighs that you often daydreamed about. “Like what you see?” Your eyes snapped up to his smirking face as he caught you ogling. You blushed slightly before nodding, causing him to playfully shake his head. “Scoot over.”

Jimin climbed over the tub, slotting himself behind you, wrapping both arms around your chest. He leaned back pulling you with him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Let me wash your hair,” you tried to turn around but Jimin’s grasp on you tightened.

“Noooo, please baby, just let me relax,” you giggled at the whine in his voice, turning around slightly to see his eyes closed, face already a good deal more relaxed than before. The crease in his forehead is slowly going away. Jimin let out a heavy sigh before opening his eyes and looking at you lovingly, causing you to smile at him. When you did, you felt something twitch behind your back.

“Jimin!” You gasped, mock offense written on your face, “You’re supposed to be relaxing!”

“I am! I swear! It’s a love boner,” he smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “A love boner?”

“Yeah, you know when you love someone so much you get turned on? I swear I don’t want to have sex right now, I’m too tired.” You believed him, you could see how tired he was. 

You rubbed a soothing hand along the top of his thigh and nodded at him, turning back around. After a couple of minutes of laying together, you could feel Jimin’s cock hardening against you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel aroused at the feeling of his dick on your lower back, so close to your core. “Would you think I was weird if I asked you to cockwarm me?”

You were a little taken aback by the question, but you immediately felt arousal shoot straight to your clit at the thought of having him inside you right now. “Seriously? You want to?” You asked, no judgement in your voice, honestly excited at the possibility. 

“I mean, yeah - i- if it’s not too weird. I think it sounds kind of nice. Might help me relax”

You turned around and were quick to shake your head, “It’s not weird,” you smiled at him, “let’s try it.”

He let out a breath at your optimism, worried you’d say no. You turned around fully in his arms, straddling his lap, his hard member brushing against your slit as you settled yourself on him. You grabbed his cock in your hand and lined him up with your hole, looking him in the eye briefly to get his permission. He nodded once, giving you the go ahead, and you sunk down onto him slowly. You both let out a contented sigh at the feeling. It was a tight fit, not having any prep beforehand, but it felt good, the water helping with the glide. He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t want to have sex. He really just wanted to feel you, be close to you.

“This feels really nice, YN,” he whispered, head falling back onto the porcelain of the tub, “I love you, kitten.”

“I love you too, Jimin,” you mumbled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder, both arms wrapping around his middle in a bear hug. 

“Mmm,” he murmured into your hair, “thank you.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

You felt another rough slap to your ass cheek, the skin jiggling at the impact. “You’ve been a bad girl, doll,” Taehyung’s deep voice sounded behind you, “do you think you deserve to cum tonight?”

“Yes, sir,” you whined, “please.” 

You and Taehyung had been watching TV on the couch when you decided you were going to tease him by sitting on his lap and grinding into his crotch. You had been horny all night and you knew it would rile him up, which is exactly what you wanted.

“Hmm, I don’t think you do,” he growled, landing another slap to your already read ass, “teasing me, knowing what would happen. You dirty girl.” Tae currently had you nude, both feet planted on the hardwood floor, front bent over the arm of the couch. It was a rather exposing position. You could feel the cool air hitting your dripping pussy, begging to be touched in any way. 

Another slap. You jolted as two of Taehyung’s fingers dragged through your slit, spreading your lips to lewdly display your cunt to him. “So wet,” he drawled, “my doll loves to be punished, doesn’t she?”

“Yes - yes I do, sir!” You yelped as he gently slapped your pussy with his two fingers.

“Then I’m more than happy to punish you,” you heard the sound of a zipper, jeans falling to the ground, “all you had to do was ask.” You gasped at the sudden intrusion of his thick cock into your folds. Without warning Taehyung sheathed his full length inside of you, his long dick hitting your cervix in the best way possible.

“Taehyung!” 

Another slap, “Uh-uh doll. You wanted this,” he said with a false sweetness, “now stay,” he growled darkly.

“Wh-what?” What did he mean, stay?

“You wanted cock so badly, now you’ve got it. What? Not what you wanted?” He slapped your ass again, soothingly rubbing the burning skin after, “Too bad, doll.”

Was he cockwarming? You let out a low moan at the thought. You’ve never tried this before, but you could feel the gush of wetness that surged through your pussy at the idea of sitting here with his long, hard cock stretching your walls for God knows how long. 

“Yeah? You like that? Dirty, dirty girl. Gonna use you as my cocksleeve as I see fit.”

You moaned again at his nasty words. “Please sir, please use me!” You sobbed into the couch. One of his hands snaked around your front, thumb lightly pushing into your swollen, neglected clit. You screamed into the leather at the feeling.

“Can you cum like this?” His words were dripping in lust, you could tell he was gone. He wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He’s stayed stark still this entire time. “Cream my cock like this and I’ll fuck you into tomorrow.”

You whined into the couch again at the mere thought of his cock slamming into you over and over again. You concentrated on the feeling of his thumb putting pressure on your bud. He slowly added more pressure, and then released. He continued this pattern, putting heavy pressure on your clit and then removing it completely. It was such a weird feeling of stimulation and it was clouding your mind completely. You could feel the rubber band feeling tightening in your core every time his fingertip would push into your bud. It was too much, the pleasure was searing hot in your pussy as you clenched around his cock, letting the band snap.

“Ah! T-Tae!” You screamed, louder than he expected, causing him to jump slightly. The extra pressure on your g-spot caused your pussy to release all over Taehyung’s cock. The sight below him had his eyes glazing over as he watched you squirt all over him. The way your pussy lips were clenching around his dick sporadically as the liquid squirted onto his abdomen sent him into a frenzy as he pulled his cock out of you until you could just feel the tip, and slammed his hips back into you as hard as he could, “Taehyung!” 

“You are so,” he slammed into you again, “fucking,” and again, “hot, doll.”

Your boyfriend was currently sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, playing Overwatch with Seokjin, his best friend. He had his headset on and was so hyper focused on the TV that he didn’t see you come into the room. Which means he also didn’t see your attire. Or lack thereof. 

You slowly walked around the back of the couch, hand trailing over the soft suede fabric. You had just woken up, it was past midnight and you didn’t know Jungkook had gotten home. He didn’t like to wake you up since he usually got home from his job super late. You were a little upset that his loud yelling had woken you from your dream. Not because it woke you up, per se, but because the dream you were having was an incredible sex dream about the very boyfriend who woke you.

You woke up with a light sheen of sweat on your body, pussy dripping wet and needing to be filled. So, you threw on a silk robe, nothing else, and ventured to find something to fill you up.

As you rounded the couch you stood in front of Jungkook enough that he would notice you, but not enough to block the TV screen from his view. You didn’t want him to get upset with you when you were so horny. You’d save that for a time when you wanted to be punished.

“Hey babe,” he uttered, monotone, still focused on his game, “sorry, did I wake you?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, not offering a response. After a moment Jungkook looked up at you, expecting to find you upset, but instead he was met with a look of pure lust. His eyes widened for a second before Seokjin was yelling in his ear, causing his eyes to snap back to the game. 

Now that he knew you were there, you decided to have a little fun. You let the robe slip from your shoulders, knowing he could see you from the corner of his eye. You walked over to him and sunk to your knees in front of him. He looked at you in shock, confused at your behavior, but not pushing you away. You looked at him for permission and he nodded quickly, making you giggle silently. You pulled his sweatpants and boxers down until they were around his ankles and grabbed his semi-hard cock, smirking to yourself. He was still playing, but his conversation with Jin had abruptly come to a halt. You languidly jerked his cock for a moment before leaning over and letting a glob of saliva fall from your lips onto his red tip. You spread the lubricant around for a moment, looking up to see Jungkook biting into his lip to keep his noises from reaching his friends ears. He looked down at you for just a moment and you held your finger up to your lips, reminding him to be quiet. 

You stood up slowly, turned around so you were facing the TV and grabbed your boyfriend's weeping cock, lining it up with your core, before sitting down on it. You could hear the grunt come from Jungkook behind you, but chose to ignore it as you leaned back into his firm chest. You let out a sigh at the feeling of being filled. This is exactly what you needed. You were still tired enough from sleep that you didn’t need more stimulation than this. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you was enough to satisfy you until he was done playing. 

To say Jungkook was confused was an understatement. Were you really cockwarming him right now? He’s always wanted to try this with you, and actually had a fantasy where you did this while he was playing video games. He thought he was dreaming for a second until you leaned back into him and your signature cherry blossom scent surrounded him. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes for a second, collecting himself before continuing to play his game. In his fantasy, he would be able to keep himself quiet and play while you sat obediently in his lap. He was going to take advantage of the situation that had quite literally fallen into his lap. 

He continued to play his game, at the end quickly telling Jin that he would see him tomorrow and ripped his headset off, tossing it on the other end of the couch.

“Baby?” He placed both hands on your sides, rubbing soothingly up and down, “Is everything ok?” He was honestly a little worried about you, you weren’t usually this assertive.

“You woke me up from a sex dream,” you uttered, eyes closed, “fix it.”

He chuckled at your admission, kissing up your shoulders and neck. “It better have been about me.” He growled playfully.

“Of course it was. Now fuck me, please.”

“Gladly.”

#bts smut #ot7 smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #hoseok smut #namjoon smut #yoongi smut #seokjin smut #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #cypherwritersnet

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

With Sweet Understanding (Handsome Jack x Female!Reader) pt. 10

The post-orgasm bliss comes to an abrupt end when reader receives some infuriating news.

Trigger warnings: gaslighting, workplace sex discrimination, misogynistic language, idk how else to say it her boss is a sexist piece of shit. Reader gets a little violent. 

You kept yourself inside him for a little longer, neither of you wanting to be the first to come down, let alone move. Unfortunately after a good minute or two, it seemed you would have to be the first to try to function. Slowly, you pulled yourself out of him, a satisfying “pop” resounding in the air that you couldn’t help but giggle at. 

You shimmied out of the harness and tossed the whole toy to the side, resigning to clean it later. You needed to tend to the shaking, panting mass that had made itself comfortable in your bed. You grabbed a handful of sheets and pulled them over his naked body, hoping to quell his shivering. Before he could look back, you placed a soft, indulgent kiss on his cheek. He touched the spot with his fingertips and an affectionate smile graced his lips.

You took his jaw in your hand and repeated the action with his lips. Soft, tender, and genuine. And by the way he relaxed so easily into the kiss, you could tell it was mutual.

“You did so, so well for me, Jack.” You whispered, returning his smile. “I’m so proud of you!” 

He giggled in response, giving a shaky thumbs up. “I told y-you I could do it, commander!”

"You're promoted to sergeant," you started to gently comb your fingers through his hair. “Sergeant of the A.S.S.”

He saluted with a shaky hand. "I shall wear my bars with pride, Commander [L/N]. I live to serve the ass." 

You giggled, giving him another smooch on the cheek. You sat up and he tried to follow suit, but you gently guided him back down. 

"Relax, sweetpea." You instructed, pulling the blankets up over his shoulders. "Do you need anything?" 

Jack's face lit up at the prospect of being waited on. "A double scotch, neat and a cigarette would be nice." 

You playfully rolled your eyes, looking back at him from the kitchen. "Let's start with water and kisses."

He shrugged resignedly. "That sounds even better." 

You returned with a water bottle and climbed back into bed. "Drink." 

He accepted the water, but not without laughing. "I'm not dying, cupcake."

"You just ejaculated an entire generation on my sheets." You cocked your head. "Drink the water."

Taking a long slug from the water bottle shut him up for a solid few seconds, giving him time to think of appropriate pillowtalk. 

"You'd think I'd be more used to this after taking it up the ass from Tassiter every day." He said in full confidence.

"Oh god." You cursed, burying your face in your hands. "That's what you want to talk about?" 

He huffed, crossing his arms. “I'm sorry, sweetie. You're the one who wanted to work all weekend." 

"What other choice do we have?” You asked, partially hoping he would suddenly come up with an easier option.

"Simple." He shrugged, reaching for his pants to retrieve the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. "We kill the boss and take his place."  

"Trust me." You rolled your eyes, falling back against the pillow. "I was going to do that anyway." 

He tossed the box between his hands as he stared pensively at the ceiling. "Yeah, why haven't you? Hell, you'd be doing everyone a favor."

"Too scared to get caught, I guess?" You shrugged. 

"I heard he spits on his secretaries." He added. "Does he actually?"

"Eh." You mumbled, fully aware that in most cases, 'eh' was not an acceptable answer to a yes or no question. "It happened, like, twice. When I first started working." 

"Fuck, [F/N]," he cursed, propping himself up on his side. "So you just took his abuse? You've gotta draw the line somewhere." 

"I had a deadbeat boyfriend to feed." You said, as if bringing Amos into the equation didn't reinforce his exact point. "Plus, it promised upward mobility. And it worked." 

"You got a light?" He asked, sliding a cigarette out from the carton. 

"Ew." You frowned, sitting up. "If you're gonna smoke, do it outside. I don't need this place smelling worse than it already does." 

He held it between his teeth and flung his legs dramatically over the side of the bed. "That doesn't answer my question." 

"There are probably some matches in the kitchen, I don't know." You shrugged, rubbing a spot on your head. 

He stood up, bottomless, and made his way to the kitchen. "I'll just use the gas range." 

You smacked yourself in the head. "Don't fucking use the stove-"

The familiar sound of the stove clicking to start up stopped you in your sentence and you sighed. “—Or, just… don’t burn down my apartment.” 

"Oh, you didn't tell me you had a balcony." Jack's voice jumped a few octaves at the thought of having his post-sex smoke, ass-naked on the balcony. 

You ripped the blankets off your legs and tore across the room to stop him from flashing the whole apartment complex. “No! No. You are not flashing my neighbors.” Your arms flew out and blocked the way to the balcony, both of you in an ‘ass-naked’ standoff. 

"Do your worst.” He challenged, sticking his arms out himself to match your energy. And there you were, two dumbasses, naked and t-posing in the middle of the bedroom.

You were never one to ignore a challenge, and you could tell he was bluffing. His form was still unsteady from the royal assfucking he had received earlier. You crouched slightly, bent your knees, and let his own instability and gravity take him down for you. You tackled him to the ground, pinning him under you for the second time that night.

Jack hit the ground with an audible “oof,” and groaned at the dull ache that coursed through his body. “Ow.” He muttered, somehow still looking up at you with a cocky smile. “Did you have to be so rough with me?”

"I know you like it rough, cupcake." You hummed, dipping your face into his neck to nibble playfully at his skin. 

Although he was absolutely enjoying himself, he still squirmed against your touch. “Psh— I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” 

The stutter (and all of his body language, for that matter) gave him away. “You’re not slick, pretty boy.” You whispered, giving his skin a nip firm enough to pinch.

Just when you thought you were about to go for round two (floor edition!), your ECHO rang. Both of you groaned in unison, and Jack immediately threw his arms around you as soon as you sat up. 

“Noooo— don’t go—!” He whined.

You sighed, resignedly. "Let me just go put it on vibrate." 

Jack huffed, releasing you with reluctance. “You would put it on vibrate.”

"Too easy." You rolled your eyes and reached for your ECHO.

Expecting an unlisted number, you picked up without taking a look at the caller ID. "[F/N]'s barbecue and abortion clinic. Yesterday's loss is today's secret sauce!"

Jack snorted as he shuffled closer to hear the conversation. 

“…Excuse me?” 

The blood drained from your face and you slowly turned to look at the caller ID. Your boss’s name was shining back at you in big letters. “Oh, fuck—!”

You stood up abruptly, giving Jack a nervous and not-very-reassuring smile before leaving the room without explanation. Jack sat dumbfounded and confused, standing and walking to the door in an attempt to eavesdrop. 

"Mr. Tassiter," You said, once you were decidedly far enough out of your guest's earshot. "Why are you calling on a Saturday?"

"I hope you have a better job lined up at the barbecue and abortion clinic, Ms. [F/N], because I just heard some frankly shocking information from Mr. Blake." 

You pressed the phone into your chest and threw your head back. Of course that fucking rat would use his previous position to fulfill some petty end. You weren’t even sure what he was gaining out of this. He just wanted to fuck you over and he succeeded. 

"Oh?" You said, deciding to play dumb. "And what was that?" 

"He told me he ran into you at the Rise and Grind this morning." He began, sounding like a school principal talking to a defiant student. "Care to explain what happened, Ms. [F/N]?" 

He wasn't buying it. “Of course, Mr. Tassiter. I was working with my partner on a pet-project of ours, when Mr. Blake invaded our space and started antagonizing me."

"That isn't how he relayed it to me, Ms. [F/N]"

Of course it wasn't. “Then, do tell, how did he say it happened?” You asked through gritted teeth, anger and panic boiling inside you.

"He said that you were short with him, to put it politely." He explained. "The word he used was 'bitchy'. If I had known this is how you'd act given a little bit of power, I would have never promoted you, [F/N]." 

“Respectfully, sir,” you began, trying to soothe your flaring temper, “Mr. Blake is no longer a part of the company, and therefore, I no longer have any obligations to him. That includes not being ‘bitchy’ when he decides to insult me.” 

"I'd say it's quite justified, what with the scene you caused at his party, [F/N]." 

You could feel the strings of patience snapping much faster than you could keep up with. “That Amos, not I, caused at his party. Amos, sir, was abusive, and was trying to trap me into marrying him by proposing in front of people.”

"You must have done something to provoke it." He dismissed you entirely. "Not that it makes any difference to me. The fact still stands that you are at the center of this, [F/N]." 

Your eye twitched. “So then, Mr. Tassiter, you’re going to fire me on account of snapping back at a person while I was off the clock and he is retired— is that what I’m getting? Correct me if I’m wrong.” 

"No." He said, but not in a way that relieved you at all. He had worse plans for you. You felt it in your gut. "I am revoking your promotion. Women like you don't deserve power. You'll be returning to your position as secretary. Consider it mercy." 

Does he expect me to thank him? You thought. "Okay." 

"Except you'll be answering to the head of technological development." 

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach, while your will to live ceased to exist altogether. "That's Amos's job."

"Very good observation, Ms. [F/N]." He snipped. "Since investing in an operations manager proved to be a failure, we have some room in the budget to supply the executives some well-deserved help." 

The final string snapped.

"No fucking way." You shook your head in disbelief. "This is bullshit. Why are you making this personal?" 

“Because, [F/N], I can. All you are to me is a pawn to move around. Why not make it more entertaining for all of us?" Your boss explained. You could practically hear him grinning. "Perhaps you’ll learn to have more respect for the men in your life.”

You didn’t even know it was possible, but he snapped a strand of patience that didn’t exist. Tassiter switched his scissors for an axe and chopped the entire concept of tolerance into two very messy halves. 

"You fucking chauvinist prick." You snarled, grinding your teeth into dust. “You’re going to regret the day you ever decided to fuck with me.”

You slammed the red ‘hang-up’ button on your phone before he could reply and punted the device into the couch. Your body was shaking in pure rage, and you couldn’t help but yell in frustration. 

Tassiter would suffer for exploiting his employees like worthless trash, and you would make sure of it. The time for planning had come to an abrupt end. Tassiter had just unwittingly ushered in the time for action. He signed his death warrant the second he put you under Amos's thumb. Anything you did to stop it was purely and provably self-defense. 

"Hey, [F/N]?" Jack said, knocking on the door to the half-bathroom you hulled yourself up in. "Are we gonna go another round, cause I'm getting kinda cold out here-"

You swung the door open, cutting him off. 

"Woah, holy nutballs!" He exclaimed, seeing how red in the face you were all of a sudden. "You okay, [F/N]?"

"Never better." You took in a sharp breath before walking past him. "I'm on my way to murder Harold Tassiter." 

Jack paused, giving his dial-up brain a second to process what you just said. When it registered, he hurried to your side. "Not without me you're not." 

"Come if you want, but I get the final blow." You said, entering the kitchen and looking around for an inconspicuous murder weapon. Smiling, you picked up a rather large kitchen knife, so shiny you could see your reflection in it. And you looked damn good. "That misogynist cunt dies tonight." 

"I think we skipped a few chapters here." He said, trying to break the tension with a light chuckle. "What did he say to you?" 

"What does it matter to you?" You swiveled around to face him. You gestured to his pile of clothes with the knife in your hand. "You're already an accessory. Put your clothes on and let's go chop off his nuts." 

"Come on, sweetie," he threw his hands up. "It'll be more satisfying if we're both pissed. What did he say?" 

"Don't test me right now, Jack.” You snapped back. "I am holding a very sharp knife.” 

"[F/N],” He said, firmly. He gently placed his hands on your forearms and gave them a light, comforting squeeze. "Light of my life and god-queen of my asshole, where did this sudden and very sexy bloodlust come from?" 

You set the knife down on the counter and took a deep breath. "Blake squealed on me." 

Jack's calm shattered when he realized a similar phone call could be in his future. "...so why'd you put the knife down? We're gonna need it, sweetie." 

"Chill." You snarled, with absolutely no ‘chill’ present in your voice. "He didn't say shit about you. I don't think Blake wanted to admit he was poking around for Hyperion secrets." 

"He fired you for telling a guy where he can stick his nosey little pig dick?” Jack said, just as outraged as you. 

You closed your eyes and covered your whole face with your hands. "I wish." 

"You wish?!" 

"He demoted me. Hard." You mumbled through your hands. "I'm under the thumb of my crazy fucking ex boyfriend."

"You're shitting me." His fist clenched, clearly seething with fury. 

“I shit you not.” 

"Okay, cupcake." He sighed. "Pick up that knife. We're headed to his posh-ass neighborhood to cancel his subscription to having a penis." 

”Or, I could avoid the murder charges and just quit.” You said, genuinely weighing the pros and cons of both options. 

"Ah, no." He cut you off. "You quit, you've thrown away your whole career. But if you stay, you're his bitch. You're fucked no matter what you do."

You glared at him. "Thanks for that."

"And, maybe I'm a little biased here, but you could do pretty awesome things if you weren't so, y'know," his voice trailed off as he searched for the right word. "Powerless."

You looked back at him. "No shit. That's how a hierarchical power structure works." 

"Will you quit deflecting for half a second so I could finish my thought?" He snapped. "I'm trying to say I-" 

He cut himself off. You folded your arms and leaned against the counter. "Yes?" 

"--think Hyperion-" He began. "Needs--more people like--you." 

That wasn't what he was going to say and you could tell. But whatever he was keeping from you would have to wait. 

"So what do you suggest?" You asked with a sigh. 

"Well, we've got about…" he glanced at his watch, though not nearly for long enough to actually take note of the time. "Thirty-six hours, a provably functional voice modulator and a crap ton of wine. Seems like enough to come up with a pretty solid plan."

Your flushed look of hopelessness ignited into a devious grin when you remembered exactly what you'd been working on. The gears in your head began to turn.

Bouncing on your heels, you took Jack's face between your hands and kissed him hard on the mouth. Pleasantly startled by your complete emotional one-eighty, he returned your smile. 

"You are a freaking genius." You said, patting his flushed cheek. "Boot up your coding PC. I'll order us dinner."

#handsome jack #handsome jack x reader #handsome jack x you #borderlands #borderlands 2 #Borderlands The Pre Sequel #pillowtalk #fluff #cute #goes from fluff to murder in like 2 seconds #tw sexism

[nolpat0]

miraculous chance | m. barzal

summary: they need one miraculous chance for their breaking relationship to survive but it never comes

wc: 1,392

warnings: a failing relationship, heavy angst

Her eyes tracked him and his swift, anxious tread in an endless loop around the thick living room carpet, her lips tipped in a thin line and purple smeared under her eyes. She didn’t ask him to stop, pretend she was worried about how the dig of his heels would wear a whole in the carpet with the edges of her lips pulled up as if she was joking.

Instead, she just watched him, looking on at the dark storm of clouds brewing in his irises, the antsy tug of his fingers against the material of his athletic shorts. She wants to stop him, call his name and use the taste of her lips to ease him into the cold sheets of their bed, smoothing over any fracture in their relationship until the morning. But she won’t; the group underneath her feels too unsteady, and she fears if she slides her hands through his hair and asks him to love her the way he used to, it will shake the ground enough for her to loose footing. So she stays, thighs pressed against the material of their couch as her shoulders sag under the weight of what ever he’s thinking about.

“We got to talk about this,” he whispers, the syllables cracking and breaking as he pleads for something unknown.

She meets his beseeching gaze, and lets herself deflect the questions and the truth buried under his words until she can finally let him go.

“About what?”

Mat’s dark eyebrows slant together, colliding as he glared in frustrated disbelief, calloused palms facing her bowed figure a sign of pure innocence- like he didn’t have an equal hand in their slow dissolve.

“Stop that,” his voice grates on her nerves, full of tension and unreleased anger boiling under his skin. “I mean, fuck, do you even see it?”

She lets her eyelashes brush her cheek in a feverish blink of doe-eyed naivety, her chapped lips opening to voice her refusal to acknowledge whatever tension slides between their bodies at night and keeps them from holding each other.

“No.”

But the lilt of her voice is a soft question, like she doesn’t even believe in the lie she’s solidifying, speaking into existence. He eyes her, cheeks flushed and dark hair pulled at odd angles by frantic fingers, mouth pressed in a firm, disdainful line. They both know the truth; but she never says what she means. And how he wishes she would.

———

Hiding under the pale, thin sheets of the empty bed, she listens to the quiet sounds of Mat moving around in their attached bathroom, the tap of his feet against the tile before he reaches the carpeted floor of their bedroom.

She keeps the fall of her chest steady and rhythmic, an act that she’s fast asleep, buried under the mountain of blankets and pillows she decorated the bed with to distract from the valley of emptiness between their bodies in the king sized bed.

She hears the whistle of the AC unit, pushing cold air into the room, brushing over her goosebump riddled skin and collecting in the joint of her bones. She used to be able to fit the jut of her chin on his chest, curl her body around his and tangle herself with him when she felt the cold settle in, chase the lingering tendrils of frigid air with the heat of their joined bodies and the giggles of her amusement as he surprised her with the cold press of his hands. But now she waits, hidden under the layers of cold repellent blankets, shivering still.

She waits until the soft mattress dips with the addition of his weight, the shuffle of his skin against the sheets as he settles in, trying to will himself into the peaceful, unproblematic meadows of sleep. And if he’s really lucky, he’ll get the mercy of a sweet dream. She waits until he’s finally found his favourite place to sleep, freckled back facing her and body flirting with the edge of the bed. A faint want to trail the ends of her nails against the toned, sporadically freckles plains of his back lingers in her stomach as she tracks the rise and fall of his chest.

Under the waning light seeping through the sheets, she can wait until his breathing has evened out and he’s fallen into the depths of dreamland. She prays it’s quick, the unbearable pain of trying to saw off the part of her fickle heart that wants to press the flat of her palm against his back to feel the jump of his heartbeat. She doesn’t need that part of her heart, and she’ll function just fine without it because she knows that’s where this is headed. Unless, by a miraculous chance, they change. But it’s hard to change when you have no clue as to what happened or how it happened. So she instead waits, the aching section of her heart silently hoping Mat’s figure will stall with a choice and he’ll flip over, a subconscious flip of fate that gives her hope. Hope that they’ll get their miraculous chance. But she waits, eyelids drooping and body growing fuzzy with sleep. He doesn’t flip and when dawn breaks through their curtains, he’s still angled away from her.

———

Fingers curling around the edge of the phone case, her eyes squeeze shut in a pained attempt to block out the angry bit of his rising words. Her breathing is sporadic, attempting to calm the rapid, jack-hammer beat of her heart. Dread curls in the base of her stomach as his argument crackles through the phone's speaker.

“Mat,” she breathes, trying to stop his rant like if she can delay his rightful, truthful arguments, she can delay their inevitable end. “I gotta get back to work.”

On the other end, anger fading from his veins and regret mixed with desperation replacing the fiery emotion, Mat sighs at the familiar lie. This exchange of a phone call, a need for a solution or a real conversation about them prompting Mat to dial her number, leading them into a furious argument during her lunch break she spends huddled in the bathroom, door locked and cheeks stained with tears. And then her escape plan; a lie that either someone is trying to use the forgotten stall or she’s needed back at work. It’s her retreat, her appeal to Mat’s forgiving side to allow them to continue their charade until she finally breaks off that particularly cruel section of her heart. And Mat, with his unrelenting hope that something will fall into his lap that’ll fix the fractures appearing, allows her to flee.

“Bye.” his whisper hits the air and fades into nothing.

———

He’s deeply asleep when she comes in, trying to keep quiet in the darkened shadow of their room as she shuffles in softly.

She can hear the whistle of his breath as she slips into the old T-shirt she vaguely believes to be his, his familiar scent washing over her and burrowing under her skin. Her features don’t twist in pain at the scent or fall in a helpless expression of heartbreak, instead she doesn’t feel anything when the scent hits her nose. A silent understanding settles over her in the absence of a reaction, lifting the weight off her slumped shoulders.

Her fingers brush the comforter as she slides into the cold and empty side of the bed; the space unofficially hers. Eyes shuttering gently as she settles into the space next to Mat’s warm body, she digs her fingers into the softness of the blankets, savouring the feeling. Her eyes drop to watch Mat’s bare back, and the steady expansion of his torso as he breathes softly.

A faint, lingering smile plays on her lips as she sits up, folding her body until her lips hit Mat’s cheek, a final goodbye kiss. She falls back down, her movements hushed in the dark, soundless room. With her back turned, her eyes don’t track the shutter of his lungs in the wake of her kiss as the underlying meaning of it settles on his skin. In that moment, sleep ending into the corners of their mind, they understand this is the moment they watch the final stand of their foundation crash into dust.

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[hearts-hunger]

sunday morning || frankie morales x reader

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Summary: You partied a little too hard with the boys last night; lucky for you, you married a man who’s really good at taking care of you while you’re hungover.

Pairings: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Wife!Reader

Genre: Fluff, pure fluff. Big dork energy Frankie.

Word Count: 1.8k (short but sweet)

Warnings: Nothing serious, but just to be safe: mentions of alcohol/getting drunk, hangovers, and related side effects; allusions to PTSD

A/N: Y’all remember that post where I said I thought Frankie would be really good at taking care of you while you’re hungover? Well, I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I wrote a fic about it :) let me know what you think! ♡

“Rise and shine, pretty girl.”

You rolled away from the sound of Frankie’s voice and buried your face in a pillow, unconvinced by even his gravelly drawl that waking would be preferable to sleeping. Your stomach was rocky, your mouth was almost concerningly dry, and there wasn’t a place on your body that didn’t ache like you’d been run over by a truck. You gave an unsociable grunt when he put a warm hand on your arm.

“My poor baby,” he said sincerely, running his hand up and down your arm to soothe you. “That tequila doesn’t agree with you as much the morning after, huh?”

You huffed. “No kidding.”

You’d had the boys over last night for dinner, which had turned into rummaging through the liquor cabinet, which had turned into you and Santi trying to drink each other under the table. You weren’t sure who’d won, but if your headache was any indication, you’d given it the good old college try.

“How are you awake right now?” you asked. If you remembered correctly, Frankie and Ben had polished off the bottle of Jack Daniels while Will had a few beers and watched you all descend into idiocy.

Frankie hummed in agreement. “My body’s conditioned for superior performance.”

You snorted; he gave a pleased chuckle and put his arm around you, pulling you back against his chest.

“Come on and have breakfast, at least,” he said. 

You groaned. “No way. I’m gonna yack.”

He pulled back a little at that, but knowing him, he wasn’t trying to get away from you - he was just getting prepared to haul you to the bathroom. 

“Are you?” he asked. “Or are you just being grumpy?”

“I... haven’t decided.”

He huffed a laugh. “Fine. But you’ll feel better if you eat something, or at least have some water.”

You rolled over to face him and tangled your legs together in the blankets, nosing against his scruffy jaw. He kissed you, chastely, in the exact way of a man trying not to get roped into morning sex with his super-hungover wife.

“Come on,” you said, though you couldn’t decide whether you wanted him to get more passionate or not, given that every movement made you ache like you were eighty years old.

“You just said a second ago you were gonna lose your lunch,” he pointed out.

You buried your face against his chest. “Yeah.”

He rubbed your back, his big hand going slowly over the places he knew you held the most tension. “I’ll make you a deal. You come have something to eat, and I’ll take a shower with you, ok?”

You considered that. “Will you wash my hair for me?”

“Sure,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

You stayed snuggled up against him for a few more minutes, and he went through his little routine he usually did at night, brushing his fingers through your hair and scratching gently up and down your back while he hummed old 70’s love songs. 

“I’m gonna go get started on breakfast,” he said finally, pressing a kiss to your head and gently disentangling himself from you. “There’s Tylenol and water on the nightstand. And if you’re not out when breakfast is done, I’ll toss you over my shoulder and haul you out there myself.”

“Romantic,” you said wryly.

He grinned down at you. “Yeah. Lucky you.”

You tipped your face up for one more kiss, and he obliged you. He gave your thigh a firm pat before he left.

“I want bacon!” you called.

You could just imagine him rolling his eyes. “Sí, claro, claro.”

You took your time getting out of bed; it was chilly in your small house that rainy morning, and you rummaged around in Frankie’s shirt drawer for that soft, well-worn overshirt you borrowed from time to time. You took the medicine he’d left out for you and made your way to the kitchen - you noticed with a wash of gratitude that he’d tidied up after the mess you all made last night - following the sound of Bob Seger and the smell of breakfast.

Frankie was dancing and singing to himself as he cooked, using his spatula as a microphone to belt out “come back baby, rock ‘n roll never forgets!”. He was truly a horrible dancer, but he was so cute, and he sure did look good in those jeans as he swayed his hips to the beat. You smiled to yourself and enjoyed watching him for a minute before you came up behind him and put your arms around his waist, dancing with him.

“Hey there, mama,” he said, as sensually as someone could with a strip of bacon in their mouth. He turned to face you and fed you the other half of his bacon, still singing about rock ‘n roll.

“You took your medicine?” he asked.

You nodded. “And now I want coffee. Please.”

He grinned. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” You let him go so he could dance his way over to the coffee pot; you laughed, and he smiled at you like you’d hung the moon.

When you had your coffee in hand, you tried and failed to boost yourself up on the counter opposite the stove. Well, you didn’t really try so much as envision trying, and you knew you were way too sore for that.

“What’s wrong?” Frankie asked, seeing the disgruntled look on your face.

“I can’t get up on the counter.”

He looked amused. “Do you want some help?” Without waiting for an answer, he picked you up at the waist and sat you on the counter like it was nothing.

“You’re so sexy,” you said dreamily, leaning close for a kiss. He put his hands on the counter on either side of you and stood between your knees, spatula still in one hand, and kissed you like you’d wanted him to earlier.

“Where was all this passion and zest for your wife when we were in bed?” you teased.

He smiled against your mouth. “I was trying to think of some incentive for you to get up and have one of my amazing, world-famous omelets,” he said. “That, and you hadn’t brushed your teeth yet.”

You gave him a playful shove. “Frankie!”

He laughed. “I’m sorry, baby, but I would have gotten drunk on the taste of tequila alone if I kissed you much longer.” He mollified you with several more kisses, and before long, he’d earned your forgiveness.

“How’s your omelet coming?” you asked, a little dazedly.

“Oh, shit!” He swung around with comic speed to rescue the omelet on the stove.

“Crisis averted,” he said, sliding it onto a plate. “But I’ll give you the next one, because this one did get a little toasty.”

When both omelets were made, you stayed up on the counter and he stood beside you while you had breakfast together. You had spent countless Sunday mornings like this before, and you didn’t think you would ever tire of it. You were, thankfully, able to enjoy it despite your hangover; he had been right, earlier, and you were starting to feel better now that you’d eaten and the medicine was starting to kick in.

“You sure do love me, huh?” you asked.

His smile was a little bemused. “Yeah, of course I do.”

You reached out to brush his curls back; he hadn’t put on his ball cap yet, and his hair was still fluffy and a little bit mussed, just like you liked it.

“Thank you for taking good care of me,” you said.

He turned his head and kissed your wrist. “I love you, Mrs. Morales.”

You smiled, feeling the same warmth you did every time he called you that. “I love you too.”

Frankie filled the dishwasher while you got the shower ready, and you went ahead and got in while you waited for him. He laughed when you peeked your head out as he was undressing, covering himself in an endearing bit of modesty.

“Don’t ogle me like that,” he laughed, his cheeks pinking a little.

You grinned. “Fine.” You let him undress in peace. “But I’m ogling you as soon as you get in.”

You didn’t have to wait long, and all of his shyness was gone as he stepped under the warm spray and scrubbed a hand through his hair. Like he always did, he’d kept on the macrame bracelet Santi had given him years ago, and you found it alluring that the little band of string bound tight around his wrist was the only scrap of fabric on him.

“Come here,” he said, soaping his hands up with your shampoo. “Let’s get all those tangles out of your pretty hair.”

You stood in front of him while he washed your hair, closing your eyes and enjoying the feel of his fingers as he worked through the tangles from the night before. He was gentle and dutiful, and you had the thought, as you often did, that you were lucky beyond measure to have someone you could be so vulnerable with who treated you with such care.

He put his hands on either side of your head and kissed you slowly. “You’re so beautiful.”

You opened your eyes to see him watching you with incredible tenderness, and you would have blushed if it hadn’t been so warm in the shower.

“You are too,” you said, meaning it. 

You reached your hand up to trace his features softened with love and peace, so different than they had been when you met. Back then he had still been rough from his last tour, only a few months home after a year serving in some place you still didn’t know the name of. He was as kind then as he was now, but he was hurt and weary and used to the weight of the world on his shoulders. That haunted look had come back for a while after Colombia, but you knew him, and you knew what it looked like when he started to heal.

“I like it when you sing Bob Seger,” you said, your voice a little tight. “And I like it when you dance around our kitchen.”

He smiled with all the warmth and affection in the world. “Don’t worry, pretty girl,” he said, knowing what you meant. “You’ve got a whole lifetime to watch me make a fool of myself trying to dance and carry a tune.”

You leaned into his touch and let him kiss you, following his gentle pull to draw you close to him. 

“I love you, Frankie,” you said. Tucked close to him, held safely in his arms, you felt more at home than you had anywhere else before you met him.

He gave a contented sigh, like every hurt and every care had been lifted from him. “Mi cariño, mi amor,” he said gently, like he always did. “I love you too.”

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[dcbutinamrev]

Heyyy! I love ur writing!!!!

can u do a historical lams story where Hamilton gets freaked out by a storm and Laurens has to comfort him🥺

Thank you!! Ha! Yes! The storm chapter tm! Or, in this case, the strom shot? The storm oneshot? This one's pretty long...Anyways, ask and ya shall recieve!

***

It's late in the evening once more in the aide-de-camp office. It's perhaps around seven in the evening. The sky not so dark yet not so light either. The fireplace roars and crackles in the parlor of the house General Washington and his staff are staying, to make the room a bit warmer than before. Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton sit side by side as always, working on translating letters and writing out corrospondences for tomorrrow's morning dispatch while the other aides around them such as Richard Kidder Meade, Tench Tilghman, Robert Hanson Harrison, John Fitzgerald and General Washington's Head of Intelligence: Benjamin Tallmadge, sits at the table around them with a map in front of them, placing markers as to wear the British could be and discusses plans of attack and whatnot. General Washington himself has retreated to his office to work privately with the Marquis de Lafayette to assist him in any matter.

Hamilton would often sneak in glances at Laurens beside him when the other aides aren't paying attention, they're too caught up in their heated argument. Hamilton smirks when he sees how deep in concentration Laurens is, his quill scratching agaisnt the parchment, his soft yet rough pink lips pressed together tightly as he clenches his jaw. His honey blonde hair pulled back into the traditional braid, secured with the usual dark blue ribbon. His brows are furrowed together, eyes narrowing down at the parchement before him and an already drafted letter beside him. Hamilton sees a fallen strand of hair in front of Laurens's ear and he so desperately wants to tuck it back behind his ear where it belongs. He curls his fingers to keep himself from doing so.

Hamilton grins as he knocks his knee agaisnt Laurens underneath the table. Laurens scoffs as he pauses his work for a moment to knock his knee against Hamilton's. Hamilton smiles sheepishly and he feels his freckled cheeks starting to warm up as he quickly glances away. Laurens notices this and smirks with triumph as he returns his focus to the letter before him.

"Major Tallmadge, mon ami?" says a very familiar French accented voice from nearby.

Hamilton and Laurens, along with Tallmadge and the rest of the aides look up sharply to see the Marquis de Lafayette standing at the end of the hallway with a kind smile on his face.

Major Tallmadge raises his eyebrow and walks around the table towards Lafayette. Hamilton keeps his eye on him. Tallmadge looks so similiar to Laurens with what his height, his blonde hair--though his blonde is more of a dirty blonde than honey--sky-blue eyes like Laurens, a handsome, muscular frame, broad shoulders squared and leveled, arms stiff behind his back, his gait is gracefull, smooth as he walks towards the Marquis, that Hamilton would often mistake him for Laurens himself.

"Yes, Marquis?" Tallmadge asks.

That's the only way Hamilton could tell the difference between Tallmadge and Laurens: their accents. Tallmadge, raised from Setaucket, a true New Yorker, will often say "Alright" as "Awright" with an W replacing the L while Laurens, raised from South Carolina, is a true southerner. His voice more country-like.

"The General would like to speak with you," Lafayette says. "He's right down that hall."

Tallmadge nods before disappearing around the corner.

"Ah, Marquis!" Meade says, standing up from his chair to embrace his old friend. "Welcome back to the world of living!"

The Marquis chuckles as he rolls his eyes fondly. "The General had me cooped up in there all day. I must confess, I am glad to be back among my family once more."

"Family?" Hamilton says, his heart stopping.

The Marquis raises his eyebrows and grins, patting Hamilton's shoulder and squeezes it. "Why yes, petit lion. We're all family here."

"Oh," is all Hamilton was able to say.

Hamilton couldn't help but smile as the Marquis's words rings through his head.

Family...

~~~

A short while later when the sky has truly darken, do the aides finally finish their work for the day and can finally retire. Hamilton gathers up the dispatches and letters that need to be sent while Laurens straightens the quills and inkpots and while Meade rolls up the map and Tallmadge finishes a last little assignment from General Washington. The others had already gone up the second floor to bed.

"Looks like it's about to rain," Lafayette says from the living room, glancing out the window, peelng the curtain back.

Hamilton freezes insantly, his eyes widening, face paling.

"W-What?" Hamilton stutters as he slowly turns to face Lafyaette.

"Rain," Lafayette says with a shrug. "I said it looked like it's about to rain."

"Just...just rain?" Hamilton says shakily. Laurens frowns at the hesitancy in Hamilton's voice. "Right?"

Lafayette nods, confused. "Mhm. Just rain, I believe..."

Hamilton lets out a breath. "Okay. Okay. That's okay. That's okay."

Laurens rests a hand on Hamilton's arm. "Hey, you alright, Hamilton?"

Hamilton swallows and nods, flashing Laurens a reassuring yet not convincing smile. "Yes, Laurens, I'm fine. I thank you for your co...concern..."

Laurens frowns as he glances over at the Marquis who shrugs before returning his gaze back to Hamilton.

A half hour later, when Hamilton and Laurens are finally alone together in their shared room was the Marquis actually right.

Hamilton lays with only his night shirt on and the blankets draped over his propped up knees. He leans agaisnt the pillows with his flaming red hair pulled out of its ponytail, surrounding his face in a sea of red. Hamilton has a book propped up agaisnt his knees, licking his finger before flipping the page. Laurens stands by the bed, shrugging off his blue Continental coat and draping it over the chair at the desk before untying his cravat to pull his white hunting shirt off. Hamilton glances up at him with small smile on his face as he watches Laurens climb inside the bed beside him, flipping the covers on his side and scoots closer to his Hamilton.

Hamilton chuckles as he rests his head on Laurens's bare chest, just below his chin, still reading the book. Laurens smiles softly as he wraps an arm around Hamilton, squeezing his shoulder as he presses a kiss to his brow. Hamilton then turns to press his lips agaisnt Laurens, once, twice, three times before settling back down onto his chest. The two stay like that together for quite some time, reading together and enjoying this domestic blissful peace they have with each other. This, Laurens thinks, has got to be the best part of his day.

"Whatcha readin' there, dear boy?" Laurens asks, breaking the silence.

"Plutarch Lives," Hamilton yawns as he flips the page.

Laurens chuckles. "Again?"

"Well, what can I say--"

Hamilton stops when he hears something clinking agaisnt the window. Hamilton tenses as he glances up at Laurens before sitting himself up.

"Jack...what's...what's that?" Hamilton says.

Laurens flips the bedsheets off as he climbs out of the bed and shirtless yet still wearing his breeches and bare foot, Laurens peels back the curtain slightly to see the window streaking with rain. Laurens curses.

"Ah, shit," Laurens grumbles. He releases the curtain and climbs back in the bed.

"What? What is it, my dear?" Hamilton asks shakily.

"It's rainin' darlin'," Laurens says, pulling Hamilton close to him and presses a kiss to his lips. "Nothin' to worry 'bout. Let's just get some rest. We both need it."

Hamilton chuckles and nods. "Yes, you're right, my dear."

Laurens presses a kiss to Hamilton's brow before blowing out the candle beside him as Hamilton closes the book.

"Night, Ginger," Laurens says with a smirk.

"Night, Jackass," Hamilton teases, closing his eyes as he rests his head on Laurens's chest.

~~~

Hamilton awakes with a sharp gasp when he hears a thunderous boom. He shoots upright in the bed, breathing hard and instantly begins to shake. He blinks the sleep out of eyes and winces when he sees the lighting--a bright white--flash. He clamps a hand over his mouth to stifle the scream as to not wake Laurens who sleeps peacefully on his side, his back facing Hamilton.

Hamilton bites his lip hard when he hears the sharp wind whistle outside, the branches dancing through the gusty wind. Hamilton squeezes his eyes shut and flinches when he sees another flash of lightning flash outside. He whimpers when he hears the boom again, clearly remembering the hurricane back in Nevis. He remembers his home being destroyed, being completely eaten up by the raging storm. Hamilton remembers, clearly, the shrilled screams of the civilians being swallowed by the waves of the flood as he runs to find shelter, to find safety. Hamilton could still hear the distant wails of infants. Hamilton hears another boom and yelps, his body trembling. His heart beating faster, his breathing sharp and labored. He squeezes his eyes harder.

Hamilton could see his younger self crouched, hidden somewhere in an abondened home, knees up to his chest as he watches with horror as his home gets destroyed, burned to ashes with the houses nearby on fire due to the lightning strikes. Hamilton yelps when he sees a lightning flash, thinking it would burn the house they're currently staying. He shakes, as if the Earth itself were shaking as well.

Hamilton tries to focus on his breathing, trying to calm himself, trying to focus on the now and on the present. Trying to remember who is and where he is.

"Alex...?" Laurens grumbles, stirring awake as he could feel Hamilton's trembles beside him and hear his whimpers.

Hamilton whimpers again when he hears the thunder, burying his face into his knees, as he squeezes his eyes shut in hopes it would keep the tears at bay.

Laurens frowns, his heart cracking when he sits up. He frowns when he sees Hamilton trembling beside him. Laurens presses his lips together as he tries to figure out what to do. He's never seen Hamilton in so much distress as this before.

"Alexander...?" Laurens says.

Hamilton yelps again and flinches when he sees the lightning flash. Hamilton presses the heel of his plam to his mouth, to stifle the whimper that escapes him. Laurens's heart cracks even more at the sight. Laurens sighs through his nose as he wraps an arm around Hamilton, pulling him closer and rubbing his shoulder up and down comfortingly.

A fear of storms, Laurens thinks. Who would have guessed?

"J-J-John...?" Hamilton whimpers, wincing at the lightning again.

Laurens nods. "Yes. It's me my dear boy. I'm here." A pause. "I'm here. You're okay...you're okay..."

Hamiltons swallows. "H-Hurricane..."

Laurens shakes his head. "There's no hurricane, love. You're with me."

"With you..." Hamilton murmurs, his head on Laurens's shoulder as he sniffs.

Laurens nods, a small smile on his face as he presses a kiss to his forehead. "With me."

Silence.

"You fear storms?" Laurens asks. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Hamilton sniffs and whimpers, gripping Laurens's arm. "I don't fear them. It's just...I...they bring me back to the Caribbean, where I was raised. When I was fourteen...a...a hurricane came and it...it..."

"Alex, you don't have to tell me--"

"No..." Hamilton sniffs and sits up. "You desrve to know..." He clears his throat. "When I was fourteen...a...a hurricane came...and it...it destroyed my home, Nevis in the British West Indies in the Caribbean. I...I...I was a clerk at the time in the countinghouse of two New York merchants...and by then...I had already lost my father."

Laurens doesn't say anything.

"He abandoned me when I was ten...and...when I was twleve...my mother fell ill and so did I. I recuperated but my mother..."

"She died," Laurens finishes.

Hamilton nods, tears in his eyes. Laurens pulls him close as Hamilton continue.

"Then...my brother and I moved in with our cousin who not long after we moved in, committed suicide..."

"Alex..."

"And then the hurricane came," Hamilton explains. "It...James, my brother, and I were...were seperated because of it. Never saw him agian..."

"Alex..."

"It destroyed everything," Hamilton mumbling. "It ate everything up. Destroyed homes, killed people. It killed chlldren. I don't understand...why...out of all people...did I survive?"

"Alex...I'm so sorry," Laurens soothes. "I--"

"Just hold me, Jack," Hamilton whispers, choking out a quiet sob. "Please..."

Laurens nods and presses a kiss to Hamilton's forehead before pulling him even closer. "Shh...of course, love. I'm right here. You're safe, Alexander. You're not back there. You're home."

Hamilton swallows as he looks up at Laurens, cradling Laurens's jaw.

"Jack?" Hamilton asks, sniffling.

Laurens smiles softly as he wipes the stray tears off of Hamilton's freckled cheeks.

"Yes?" Laurens asks, eyebrow raised.

"Promise me...just promise me, Jack...you'll...you'll never leave me...you'll stay here...with me...forever..." A pause. “Please...I love you...and I lost everyone...I can’t lose you too...just...just promise me...Jack...

Laurens inhales sharply, holding his breath as he pinches lips together. He rests his chin on Hamilton's head, wrapping both arms around him, pressing a soft kiss into Hamilton's russet curls.

"I promise."

What a lie...

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[wormstacheangel]

Smiles with a Christmas Kiss

Merry Christmas @professorerudite 

Summary: Dean and Cas are left behind in the bunker on Christmas Eve. A regular movie day is planned but it slowly becomes a lot more.

It’s Christmas Eve and the bunker was quiet. It was just him and his best friend in this big place, their footsteps echoed the halls like no other time before. When it was just him and Sam the place always felt okay. It was home and it was nice but with Cas - finally human and finally staying - the place felt warm. It was a damn home again. 

Jack followed Sam and Eileen on a holiday trip to Ireland. Of course, Dean had to refuse. Thinking of the long plane ride alone was making him feel sick. Though he insisted Cas should tag along with them - go see the world and all that jazz - he didn’t budge. Insisting he just wants to stay in the bunker. 

Dean didn’t argue. It was nice not to be alone during the holiday season but at the same time, he hoped Cas didn’t stay behind just for him. Dean would have done what he always did for Christmas. Go to a bar full of lonely people and find someone, or someone’s, to have some fun holiday party on a motel bed. 

Well, that’s what he would like to think he would have done, heck maybe a long time ago he would have done just that, but now it’s different. He hasn’t gone to a bar looking to hook up with anyone in years and he wasn’t going to start now. After throwing excuse after excuse at himself about why his libido just went into a downward spiral, fighting God and all that shit really wasn’t a good excuse for him apparently, it all came down to one angel. Well, person now. 

“Good morning, Dean.” Cas walked into the kitchen, dragging his bunny slippers across the cold floor and towards the coffee machine. 

Dean watched as Cas poured himself a big mug full and then sat across from him on the kitchen table to join him. Dean already had the sugar and creamer on the table, prepared for Cas who always gets up a few minutes after him. 

As soon as he took a sip he smiled into his mug and Dean rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he watched. Enjoying the way Cas’s eyes crinkle at the side when he smiled with his eyes closed. He even shivered just a little as the hot drink ran down his body, holding the hot mug in between both his hands and close to his face. 

“Morning, Sunshine.” Dean finally tells him as Cas placed his mug down on the table to smile back at him. 

He could live like this for the rest of his life. As much as Dean wanted more, he was okay with this. Having Cas like this. Seeing him like this. Shaggy hair that curls up at the tips and stubble that was already too long but must feel so good against Dean’s skin. Cas’s baggy sweatpants that fall too low on his hips and Dean’s old band tees that were exclusively worn for sleep cling to his muscled frame. 

Cas was just art that he could enjoy looking at but not touch. At least not the way he dreams to touch.

A happy sigh escapes Cas’s lips as he rolls his shoulders back and reaches for the untouched toast on Dean’s plate. “Merry Christmas Eve by the way.” He took a bite of the toast with butter and then made a face before he reached for the jam. Sweet tooth. He took another bite before he started talking with his mouth full. “I know you don’t celebrate but I still hope we can watch that movie you wanted to show me.”

Dean hummed in response as he sat up straighter, reaching for his coffee to have his hands do something. “We can do that.”

“Which reminds me we also need to go grocery shopping. We’re running low on supplies.”

“Cookies?”

“Exactly.” Cas winked at him.

Dean laughed and it always felt like he was floating when it was Cas who made him laugh. Yeah, he can live like this. If he can have these mornings everyday then he can live with Cas as his friend.

Grocery shopping took a while even though the place was mostly empty. Dean had a list and Cas kept ignoring it to add random junk he wanted to taste. Some of the stuff Dean hasn’t even tasted himself, “Then we can experience it together.” Was all Cas said and Dean couldn’t argue with him on that.

“What do people do on Christmas Eve?” Cas asked when they walked back to the car to load the groceries. “That child looked at us with pity when we told him we didn’t have any plans for today.”

“Dude, how am I supposed to know?”

“You know more than me.”

“The last real Christmas I had - I was three, Cas.” Dean opened the trunk of the Impala to start stuffing the bags. “Plus, I’m pretty sure that I imagine all those happy memories I had with my Mom and Dad.”

“I’m sure some were real, Dean.” Cas placed the last of the bags in the trunk as he looked at him with a small smile. Pity smile. “You’re Mother loved you so I’m sure she would have done her best to give you-”

“Cas,” Dean sighed as he closed the trunk with a loud thud. “I just want to watch some movies and sit on the couch with you and a tray full of nachos. I don’t want to psychoanalyze my childhood.”

“Ah.” Cas nodded, another smile. This one was softer and warmer. A smile that felt reserved for just Dean. Cas’s cheeks were even rosy from the cold wind piercing through their many layers. “Understood. I’ll take the cart back and you start the car then.”

Dean watched Cas walk away, scratching the back of his head when he saw him walk back into the grocery store. He was going to go after him but decided to do what he was told and just start the car. Maybe they needed a quick getaway.

Cas returned a few moments later with nothing in his hands.

“Dude, what the hell?”

Cas just shrugged and put his hands up to the heater. “Thank you for waiting for me.”

That was the only response he knew he was going to get from his angel - oh wow! Not his. Not even a damn angel anymore. 

Dean drove them home while Cas turned on the radio. Tapping his fingers on his knee to the beat of the music. Dean wondered how Cas would react if he just reached over and twined their hands together but instead he gripped the steering wheel tighter. 

It was already late when Dean called Cas over to watch the movie. He was going to go with Die Hard, his childhood Christmas movie he watched with Dad, but Dean had a feeling that Cas wanted a movie where it was actually about Christmas. So he picked his other childhood Christmas movie. A Christmas Story.

Cas walked in, his blanket already in tow, and took a seat on one end of the couch. Dean sat on the other with the nachos tray right in between them. Cas sat with his legs crossed and tucked into a corner, almost facing Dean, while he reached into the food before the movie even began to play.

“So you watched this as a kid?” Cas said, mouth full and head tilted as Dean settled on his side of the couch. 

“Yup.” Was all Dean said as he handed Cas a beer and pressed play.

It was only the first few minutes when Ralph walked in with a full cowboy getup that Cas laughed and when he met Dean’s curious eyes, enjoying every second of that rare laugh. Cas pointed at Ralph and then him. “Dean that’s you.” He laughed harder as soon as the words left his mouth and Dean hit him with a pillow. 

The nachos were moved to the table in front of them, where Dean had his feet propped up.

Cas continued to make little comments as the movie went on.

“Ah, reminds me of that whoopee cushion prank you did on me.” Cas noted as he took a sip of beer. 

“All of that for a damn tongue on a pole?” Cas sounded so annoyed that Dean spits out his beer laughing.

They somehow moved closer on the couch with every little comment Cas made. From the mention of yellow eyes. To ask what was put in Ralph’s mouth after he said fudge. (“Dude he said fuck.” “So? You say it all the time.” “I’m a grown man.” “Oh. Children can’t say it?”)

As soon as Ralph said son of a bitch Cas was somehow already shoulder to shoulder with Dean. He laughed, his shoulders shaking, before turning to look at Dean with that big smile again. Dean never thought anybody could look as beautiful as Cas did when he grinned at him like that.

“Dean, I told you that’s you.” He smiled and Dean didn’t have it in him to argue, even as a joke. Instead, he nodded, smiling back at Cas, while his grinch heart grew three sizes. 

This was supposed to be a safe nonromantic movie but Dean hasn’t watched it in a while. He forgot the ending when the parents sat in the dark, just like they were in now, and enjoyed the snow falling. With only the Christmas lights shining. 

A few years ago he wouldn’t have thought it was romantic - there was no kissing or grunting in this scene what so ever- but the soft touches is what he craves now. He was already so close to Cas as it is. Feeling the warmth radiate off his best friend while his blanket was now over both their laps, he doesn’t even remember when that happened. 

He was already so close. Dean could turn his head and his nose could be buried in Cas’s hair, the smell of nature still follows Cas around, and he could hold him. Hold him like he has always wanted to hold Cas, with no immediate danger or death hanging over them. He just wanted to hold Cas because he wanted to hold him. No reason.

Cas leaned into him a little more, untucking his feet from underneath him so he could lay them flat on the ground. Dean noticed every fidget of Cas’s fingers and he wondered if Cas was uncomfortable with the closeness but then in a sudden move Cas had an arm around Dean’s shoulders. Cas cleared his throat as he squeezed Dean’s shoulder closer to him - trying to act like this was a normal thing for them- while Dean stared at him with wide eyes. 

Dean couldn’t find the words. He wanted to say some dumb joke or push Cas off but he stopped himself. Instead, he relaxed under the touch and leaned into it. 

“Oh, um, the movie ended.” Cas cleared his throat while he started to pull his hand away.

“I’ll, um, I’ll just - let me pick another one.” Dean reached for the remote and picked a random movie in the Christmas category and pressed play. Then he leaned back into the couch again and Cas’s arm was around him again. 

Dean doesn’t remember how many movies they watched that night or how he ended up falling asleep on a couch too small to hold two grown men. But he didn’t care because now he had Cas’s fingers making small circles on his back and the touch was so gentle.

“Merry Christmas, Dean.” Cas must have known he woke up. 

So Dean folded his arms over Cas’s chest and looked down at him. He could feel the dumb smile on his mouth. “Merry Christmas, Cas.”

“I know it’s customary to give gifts now.” Cas started reaching for something on the floor while Dean opened his mouth to argue but Cas looked at him with those just-shut-up-Dean raised eyebrows so he listened. “It’s something small I got at the grocery store so I’m sorry it’s not something you may want but I believe you deserve a Christmas gift, Dean.”

They both sat up when Cas pulled out a small shiny gift bag with a Christmas tree right out front. Dean wondered when Cas even had time to get this or sneak it in as he sat crisscross back on the couch while Cas copied him. Handing over the present with a wry smile.

“I didn’t even get you anything, Cas.” Dean started saying, hesitant to get the present. 

Cas shrugged. “You can make it up to me later. Now take it.”

Dean took it and it didn’t even have tissue paper to hide what was inside. Dean laughed as he pulled out a few Reese’s shaped like a Christmas tree, some DVD of a movie he hasn’t even heard of so it must be new, and a gift card for Dominos pizza.

“These are great, Cas.” Dean laughed looking down at his gifts. “Looks like you already planned our next date night.”

“I did?” Cas looked down at his presents before looking back at Dean with wide eyes. “Date night?”

“I mean, only if you want to-”

“I want to!” Cas quickly leaned into Dean’s space again and he probably didn’t mean to lean in so close but Dean was also not thinking as he met him halfway to press their lips together. It was just a quick kiss before they pulled apart. 

Dean didn’t say anything as they sat back on their seats. Staring at anything but each other. 

Cas cleared his throat. “Was that my Christmas gift?”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, I’m cheap.”

“Can I have another gift then?” Cas asked, leaning his head down so he could catch Dean’s downward gaze. He was blushing -fuck he was blushing- as he smiled at him again and Dean was taken back to that morning. Where he thought that he could live with just having that smile in his life but now he knows how that smile felt against his own.

Dean only nodded once before Cas fell back into him. Their lips smashing together into a grinning kiss, teeth smacking together, as Dean wrapped his arms around Cas’s waist to pull him closer. Then he pulled away just enough to kiss Cas again, slowly as he took everything in. Cas’s weight on his lap. Cas’s fingers on his face while he held the back of his neck. The soft noises Cas kept making at the back of his throat as they moved against each other that was making Dean crazy. 

He can have this. Can have Cas and it was a damn Christmas miracle that Cas was dumb enough to want Dean the same way. And fuck his stubble did feel great against his skin.

“Merry Christmas, Cas.” Dean said when they pulled apart to breathe, their foreheads touching. 

Cas grinned, a small laugh shook his body and Dean felt every shake that was in his arms. “Merry Christmas, Dean.”

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