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emphistic · 2 days

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Greedy

A/N: requested by @charbunxxi — i did something a little different, lmk if you would rather me repost a more accurate version to your request

The first thing Sukuna thought about after getting off his shift was you. You were the only thing he thought of while working, too. And, on the drive home, he almost crashed his car due to the fact that you were the only thing on his mind.

Some might say he's obsessive. Some might say he's deranged. Some might say he's a man deserving of nothing.

But then there's you, who says he's just a man in love.

He's a man who makes you breakfast and coffee — the way you like it. He's a man who draws you baths and washes your hair. He's a man who carries your bags after having gone shopping — with his card, obviously. He's a man who arrives at the apartment and — even then, still looks for home. He's a man who looks for you.

However, this time — unlike all other times, after slipping off his footwear and coat, he is unable to find you.

Maybe you were taking a shower? No. Maybe you were watching TV in the living room? Nope. Maybe you were doing laundry? Not even close.

When Sukuna finally succeeded in his search for you in your shared bedroom, he facepalmed. "'m so fuckin' stupid," he grunts out, as he crawls into bed.

You had fallen asleep while trying — but failing — to stay up in order to greet Sukuna after he returned home from work; but, he had had a longer shift than usual, and forgot to tell you.

He didn't mean to wake you. After all, it's not his fault that your pet cat just had to let out the world's loudest meow, announcing his arrival.

"You've got to be kidding me," he whispered, glaring at the little nuisance laying in the bed, cuddled up in your loving arms. The loving arms where he should be, not some ugly, good-for-nothing feline.

"My bad, baby. Swear, didn't mean to wake you—" He goes in to place a kiss on your cheek, but you simultaneously swerve away from him.

"No," you softly whine, shoving your head into the pillow.

"The fuck you mean 'no'? You seriously gonna deprive me of my well deserved kiss? After working a twelve hour shift?"

"No kisses." You mumble, your voice muffled.

Sukuna blinked at you, once, twice, thrice, until he finally concluded that you weren't just fucking around with him, and you were actually denying him of something totally essential to his well-being.

How was he meant to go on without your kisses? How would he live, breathe, eat, sleep, without your affection?

He tried to remove you from the pillow, but you instantly shoved your face back. "Noo."

"Sweetheart, I love you, y'know that already. And I wouldn't force you to do anything against your will. But, you don't understand, baby. What you're doing is completely and utterly cruel. This is wrong, on so many levels." He tried, again, to peel your face away from the pillow. And he succeeded, this time. But this time, you had a nasty pout on your face.

"You wanna know what's cruel? The fact you haven't showered, and yet, still have the audacity to crawl into bed. I'll have you know, I just replaced the bedsheets, and now here you are — dirtying them up."

"Babe, please—" He started.

"You are stinking up the whole goddamn apartment, Sukuna."

"You don't gotta be this way. We can talk it out."

"Sukuna—"

"C'mon, pretty girl. Just one? For little ol' me?"

You grumbled, but complied, albeit begrudgingly. "Fine, only one. But you have to take a shower after—mmph!"

Sukuna grabbed your face in his hands and tackled you down onto the bed, smashing his lips against yours so zealously that even the cat jumped out of your arms and off the bed.

It, indeed, was not just one kiss. But, it wasn't a total loss. Sukuna did end up taking that shower. And he gave you a reason to, as well.

Taglist: @beyond-your-stars @sad-darksoul @mochimoee @r0ckst4rjk @lillycore @deepchromatose @yinyinyinyinyinyin @fivehoneyharg @desihopelessromantic @taiyakii @hannas16 @acroso @msvalsius @call-memissbrightside @kelerina-ballerina @emikokomura

#sukuna x reader #ryomen x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #sukuna fluff

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acewritesfics · 2 days

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We Should buy a Horse | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: from @/runnning-outof-time

Warnings: None

Word Count: 747

Tommy Shelby Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“You know you don’t have to help me pour drinks,” Y/N says as she stands behind the bar of the Garrison with Tommy, who’s pouring a large jug of ale for one of the patrons.

“We own the place now, so might as well do the work,” he smiles.

Not wanting to dampen his good mood, she smiles back at him and kisses his cheek as she moves on to serving more customers.

After handing the patron his jug, he steps back to watch Y/N as she interacts with the regulars as well as the new patrons, always with a friendly smile on her face. She always knows what to say and when to say it. He’s always thought of her as his ray of sunshine, poking through the dark stormy skies. She’s the love of his life and the only one he can see himself spending the rest of his life with. He knows that everything he does is for his family and for her, wanting to give her everything she deserves which to him is the world.

“Are you all right, love?” Y/N asks Tommy as she moves to stand in front of him as Arthur took over pouring drinks.

“I’m more than all right,” he smiles at her again, his eyes sparkling like they use to before the war happened though not as bright. But the sparkle was still there. “Our betting shop is legal now, we have the Garrison, I have my family and I have you. Things are looking up, sweetheart.”

Y/N cups his cheeks and brings him in for a quick kiss.

“I love you,” she tells him once her lips part from his. “And I love seeing you happy again.”

“I’ve always been happy when I’m with you,” he pulls her close, his arms encircling her waist. “And I love you too.”

Choosing once again not to dampen his mood, she leans into his embrace until he lets her go, taking her hand in his.

“I want to show you something,” he tells her, leading her to the office that now belonged to Arthur.

As they entered the room, Tommy shuts the door shutting out the chattering of the people in the pub. “I think we should buy a horse,” he tells her as he searches through the papers on the desk. Frowning slightly, he mumbles something about her helping Arthur with the paperwork so he can keep it organized.

“How many horses do you have already?” she asks him.

“Those are racehorses,” he points out.

“You want a pet?” she continues to question him, slightly confused about what. “Where will you put it?”

“We could buy a home with a stable in the countryside,” he answers confusing her even further.

“You’re saying we an awful lot tonight,” she points out. “Have you talked to your brothers and Polly about your plans.”

“Why would I talk to them about it?” he asks her. “I want to do all that with you, not them,” he continues as he finds what he’s looking for and picks it up. “Look at the name next to mine at the bottom of the page,” he tells her handing the piece of paper to her.

With confusion all over her face, she takes the piece of paper and finds Tommy’s name. As she reads the name next to his, her head shoots up, looking at him in shock before looking at the paper again. “Y/N Shelby,” she says aloud. “I... I’m not a Shelby though.”

“I want you to be one,” he tells her, reaching into the top drawer of the desk.

“Is this your way of asking me to marry you?” she asks unsure, the shock still on her face as she watches him.

Pulling out a ring box, he opens it showing her the ring inside. “Will you do everything I just mentioned with me?” he asks her in reply. “Will you become Mrs. Y/N Shelby, and be my partner in the future I’m working on for me, you and our family?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she chokes out, her heart thumping hard against her chest, a sob stuck in her throat as she nods, a large smile on her face as she looks at him lovingly.

He pulls her into a kiss as he slips the ring on to her finger.

“I love you,” she whispers against his lips.

“I love you too, soon-to-be Mrs. Shelby,” he says before deepening the kiss.

#acewritesfics repost #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby

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crashnbrn · 2 years

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“my nephew may look dangerous..”

to WHO?

dangerous WHERE?

#eddie munson #i love him so much <3 #he’s literally such a sweetheart?#he deserved the world #eddie fucking munson #:(

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aidansloth · 29 days

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Slow Dancing

Summary: JJ and you slow dance <33 (short but sweet)

Warnings: dirty jokes (i mean, it’s JJ), swearing and nothing else really

Words: 1k

Posted this on AO3 too! You can find it here.

Your head was laying against JJ’s chest, the two of you comfortably spread out on the Chateau's couch. It was just the two of you, late as it was everyone had gone home (but John B, obviously, who was already snoring in his room). JJ considered this place his home therefore making it kind of yours too.

Air filled and emptied your lungs with no hurry. The world seemed to slow down at times like these, the only people to exist were you two. His fingers traced your arm gently up and down while your figure basically engulfed him. Softly playing in the background was the radio, whatever station it was set on didn’t really cross your mind, nor the song that was playing. That was until a specific song came up. With no hesitation, you pulled your top half up, looking at him.

Your eyes lit up, a painfully big smile popped up on your face and JJ swore he fell a little bit more in love with you.”I love this song!”

His eyes twinkled as they followed your figure sprung up with a bubble of joy stuck to you; standing in front of him you put your hands in front, waiting. His eyebrows scrunched up while looking at them before his gaze lifted to your eyes, his mouth opened a couple of times but no words were uttered at first.

“What… what are you doing?” A giggle came out of your mouth as if he said the funniest thing in the world.

“Asking you for a dance, obviously.”

“Obviously.” He repeated with a couple of nods and a half-convinced smile. His hands that were previously toying with each other came up to fix his hat: a nervous habit of his at which you smiled at.

“Sorry to disappoint babe, but I don’t know how to dance.” JJ had never had the need or want to learn how to dance but in that moment it was his biggest regret. Now, he clearly wasn’t unfamiliar with party dancing, with dancing that took place in bars or nightclubs; that dancing you could say he was very intimate with. But this dancing? Dancing that accompanied sincere feelings and longing stares? No. Nothing prepared him for the sugar-y rotten feeling in his gut that your request brought him. How could his movements ever compare to the gentleness of you?

For reasons to him unknown but to which he was greatly thankful for, your smile grew wider. With a shrug you responded.

“Me neither,” your hands still sweetly tempting him, “But that’s what makes it fun.”

And how could he ever deny you?

So that’s what he did. His hands rested on yours and you pulled him up with haste, as if you simply couldn’t wait to have him against you. His feet and hands had never moved so clumsily and he was suddenly grateful he took his combat boots off earlier. The only thing keeping him grounded was the feel of your hands on his. Such a soft touch so unfamiliar on him.

“So, ehm- how, how do we do this?” His long eyelashes brushed his cheeks as he tried to move with you without stepping on your feet. Lips slightly agape, hair messy and his goddam nose sitting so fucking adorably on his face. God he was so fucking pretty was the only thought circulating your mind right now, so much you nearly got lost in it.

“Just- you just gotta feel it, you know?”

“Don’t mean to be rude here sweetheart but unfortunately I don’t feel it.” Your chuckle was heaven to his ears.

“Okay okay, just follow me then, alright?”

“Always sweetcheeks.”

Your arms moved in unison, as one was brought towards you the other one shifted towards him, along with your bodies adjusting to the rhythm. Simple enough. Light giggles filled the dim room and JJ’s muscles finally relaxed.

“See ‘J? You’re a natural.” As your pretty (very very pretty according to the boy) eyes look up at him so dearly he can’t resist a joke.

“Yeah, guess you just took my slow-dancing-virginity.” His eyebrows wiggle and a shit-eating grin appears on his face. A laugh raptured from you.

“Your what?”

“My slow-dancing-virginity.” He stated with much conviction.

“Okay- are you enjoying this new experience then?” Your smile and eyebrow wiggle mimicked his.

“Oh,” he scoffed, "Don’t even have to ask babe. You've been an excellent teacher.” JJ couldn’t resist a wink. “Wouldn’t mind you teaching me some other things.” Was he saying all of this just to get your pretty laugh out? Maybe, but it didn’t make it any less true. Another snort left you.

"Forward much?”

He shrugged, another suppressed grin. “You know me. Straight to the point kind of guy.”

With new found confidence he left one of your hands and lifted the other one above your head; quickly getting the signal you twirled for him. He bit his lip: you looked ethereal. He must have done some damn good deed in his past life to deserve this.

Nothing matched the giggle-leaking smile that adorned your face. Your lonely hand met his again. Normally you’d make a silly remark regarding his surprise cheesiness but the silence embracing you two felt too comfortable to break.

At this point the initial song had finished and already switched to some other lovesick tune. Your eyes were still drowning in each other’s, soft smiles the same. Gradually your hands came up around his neck and his rested on your waist, thumb caressing your skin. His head came to rest against yours, his breath just taking you in.

“Careful there JJ, you might go soft on me.” You left out a giggle that slowly died down as he watched you oh so tenderly.

His thumb still stroking your waist, eyes grinning with glee. “Yeah, just might.”

Thank you for reading!! Constructive criticism/advice is welcomed.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #obx fic #obx #obx x reader #jj maybank deserves the world #he's such a sweetheart #if you think this is ooc no it isn't #wrote this instead of sleeping #first time writing for jj

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stonermujer · 2 months

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Watching Badlinus stream is absolutely heart shattering.

As an sa victim myself I cannot fathom the amount of horror he had to experience.

My heart completely goes out to him.

#freddie badlinu #he’s such a sweetheart #he deserves the world

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nymime · 11 months

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Im blasting my radio with sad songs, but spanish sad song.

And i just imaging hispanitalian Steve Harrington singing while crying “Señoras” songs that his mama like/listen because Eddie went to a date with some guy he meet on Indianapolis.

And he sing with Pimpinela, Roció Durcal, Gloria Trevi, Ana gabriel, La oreja de Van Gogh, etc.

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Robin was worried and a little mad with Steve. The older didn’t come to his turn on Family Video, he even didn’t call her after the plan Steve had to confess to Eddie.

She sigh and look over the clock onto the wall, ten minutes more and Robin can left and go see if Steve was okay. To the sound of the bell on the door and this hitting the big window, Robin jump and look over there, only to see the kids and a piss off Eddie.

“Robin! Robin! Did you see steve?! He didn’t come to search for us after hellfire!” Dustin makes his fast way where the mention one was, looking concerned and sad.

“No, he didn’t even call me last night.” Robin play nervously with her fingers, pinching her cuticles nearly making them bleed. “I was planning go to his house and see him.”

“Good, check out earlier and let’s go.” Max demands to the only older girl there.

Robin look again the clock, nine minute more, she can go nine minutes earlier. “let’s go.”

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They make it to Harrington State, or the castle, how Mike and Eddie calls it. Robin knock the door, no respond, she do it again, no respond, she back up looking around for a emergency key, she found it under a big leaf of a plant.

She opens the door and they all jumps to the loud sound of music and singing that comes from upstairs, Robin look at the group, they enter and follow the music.

“YA LO VES, LA VIDA ES ASÍ”

“TÚ TE VAS Y YO ME QUEDO AQUí.”

“shit, someone really passionate about this song” mike comment with a half grin on his face. “what language even is this?”

“Spanish, if i can guess.” Eddie responded vaguely.

“¡LLOVERÁ, Y YA NO SERÉ TUYA!” a loud sob comes after that. “¡SERÉ LA GATA BAJOOO LA LLUVIAA. Y MAULLARÉ… POR TI!” “the last vocal expand but broke for heavy and louds sobs and laments, the voice was familiar.

They all look each other until see over the open door of Steve rooms, who was in the floor rounded with chocolate wrappers and nose-rags, the brunette let out an ugly whimper that makes the group shiver, they never seem Steve like this.

Another song start to play, Steve let out another whimper.

“Tu eres la tristeza y de mis ojos.”

“Que lloran en silencio por tu amor.”

“What we can do?” ask Dustin softly to Eddie, who bites his lip and didn’t answer.

“¡…Obligo a que te olvide el pensamiento! ¡Pues siempre estoy pensando en el ayer!” The crying boy let out a lament with his eyes closed, Steve blew his nose and continue to sing along the women in the Vinyl with tears still running down his face.

The group just backwards and left him be, maybe tomorrow he is okay.

After a while of leaving on eddie’s van, Lucas let out the question that everyone was thinking.

“Hey, since when Steve knows spanish?”

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The two song i mention are “La gata bajo la lluvia” and “Amor eterno” - Roció Durcal.

Both song are really good and makes me cry, the first come out in 1981 and the second in 1984. So, thinking of Steve following Roció Durcal for his hispan side just makes me kicks my feets.

Edit: i just correct little mistakes of grammar i made. This was wrote at 4 am.

I just sleep 2 hours. I enjoy so much Latino/Hispanitalian Steve Harrington.

#steve is a sweetheart #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things #imagine steve harrington #steddie #steve deserves the world #steve harrington angst #italian steve harrington #steve harrington headcanon #hispanitalian steve harrington #hispano steve harrington #latino steve harrington #steve harrington sings when his sad and heart broken #the next day he wasn’t fine #he’s still crying for eddie.#Later eddie comes and comfort him #just because eddie finally connects the dots and his gonna admit his feelings to steve until thia one dies of dehydration #they become a couple #eddie still apologize for making steve cry for two days.#He apologized taken steve out in a great first day and fucking him with love.#Eddie adore steve after their first date #After adore him eddie fuck steve to subspace #eddie was piss off in the start cause the kids makes him miss the date

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araekniarchive · 2 years

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A couple of weeks ago, after 3 hours of minute work with my fingers stuck with glue, I've managed to put together again a china knickknack of my late mother, and so it struck me: may I ask for a prompt something on the lines of "loving things to the point of repair", please? I know you can do justice to these soft feelz

Louis Sachar, Holes

An example of kintsukuroi (via)

Tom Atkins’ commentary on his poem, The Fixing of Broken Things

Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

Coldplay, Fix You

Amy Licence, Catherine of Aragon: An Intimate Life of Henry VIII’s True Wife

An example of kintsukuroi (via)

Sonali Dev, A Change of Heart

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sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine · 1 year

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Sweetheart VI

{<<<Prev Chapter}

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 4.5K

CW: 18+, minors DNI. (spoilers) teasing/bickering(mutual), slight m!sub/f!dom dynamic, body oil, bathtub shenanigans, edging(m-receiving), oral(f-receiving), hair pulling(m-receiving), cockwarming, riding

{Author Commentary: Hi I haven’t posted a fic in months, please accept this as an apology and enjoy unravelling Josh with me 😙 }

A few of your friend’s coworkers had joined your friend’s weekly get-together, and you had been locked in animated conversation with a guy that had mentioned he’d attended the same college program as you, a few years prior. You were sharing opinions on professors and, and general memories of campus life when Josh had joined the party. He’d made his boisterous entrance, as usual, and was greeted by the general crowd as one of your friends gave him a rundown introduction to the new additions. He’d greeted a few people, locking eyes with you briefly, and took a moment to scrutinize the man you were talking to, whose back was turned to him. You smirked and rolled your eyes slightly. Josh continued around the room, giving handshakes and hugs and catching up. You went back to your conversation, sipping on your drink.

As the night progressed, and more drinks were consumed, the room got louder, and the air more comfortable. The guy you’d been talking to was walking back toward you with fresh drinks in his hands as he passed Josh. Josh appeared to introduce himself jovially. They shared a brief back and forth, laughing at something before Josh leaned in to say something, making him smirk, before Josh clapped him on the shoulder and went back to the group he was talking to. Your brow furrowed slightly as you watched the interaction, wondering what he’d needed to say that required that discretion. When he got back to you he handed you the drink, smiling “Your friends are fun, this seems like a close crowd”. You took it and thanked him “Yeah, we’ve all known each other for a while, we spend more time together than apart at this point.” You shared a laugh, “but don’t take Josh as the mascot, he can be a lot”. “That’s funny, he said something similar…”. You leaned in curiously. “He said to watch out for you, that you were ‘trouble’”, he said with a playful air. “Really…” your eyes followed Josh over his shoulder, as he winked at you and walked into the kitchen. A familiar indignant rage simmered in your stomach. “Sorry, I think I have to get some water-” “All good, a few of us are actually heading out soon to meet up with some other work people, but I hope to see you again” “Yeah you too, have fun!” “You too! -Stay out of trouble.” You both laughed before parting ways.

You made your way to the kitchen. It was empty, apart from Josh. He was leaned against the counter, checking his phone. You walked over and set your drink next to his beer on the counter, clearing your throat pointedly. He looked up, with a confident smile, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Warning him off? Really?” He just chuckled. “What were you worried about, Josh that he was flirting with me? Or that you thought I might have been flirting back?” You noticed the muscle in his jaw flicker, but he just shrugged “I’m not too pressed. Either way, you’ll be coming home with me…” he smirked and took another sip from his beer. Your eyebrows arched as your head tilted to the side, eyes locked with his. He tilted his head questioningly in return. “That's what you think?” your voice was testing and admittedly a bit icier than necessary. He glanced around before meeting your eyes again, his face more earnest. “I mean, I thought…” He set his beer down before stepping away from the counter and into your personal space. “I’d hoped that’s what we both wanted…?” He looked down as he reached for your hand. You lifted your hand away but your faces remained in intimate proximity. “Maybe I want to hear you ask” your lips barely brushed his as you spoke. He scoffed softly before speaking “Would you, please, stay the night with me?” He pulled away marginally, his hand held palm up, as part of the offering. You looked at it for a moment before placing your hand in his. A smile washed over his face as he ran his thumb over your hand.

He brought your hand up to rest on his shoulder, his own hand finding your waist as he leaned in again, practically smiling against your lips “Now, can I kiss you?” You nodded, your noses brushing before you closed what remained of the gap, meeting his lips. His hand smoothed up your back, holding you close as he kissed you. You held both sides of his face, deepening the kiss. It was slow, and where it lacked the urgency and frustration of your previous kisses, it had a new kind of intensity. It almost left you breathless when he pulled away and you remembered you were still in your friend’s kitchen with a party buzzing on in the other room. “Should we…?” “Yeah…”. You’d both looked at the kitchen door, wondering how to go about leaving.

“Want me to go first? I can say I’m meeting up with someone, and you can act like we were arguing and you’re too ticked off to hang” he offered. You laughed, “I don’t know… I feel like we’ve left around the same time too often for it not to be suspicious…” “Well… we have been in here for a while with no plates being smashed… that alone might be suspicious. I mean how do you- oh!” One of your friends had entered the room, probably looking for ice. Both your heads had whipped around when you heard it, but you were still holding each other, there was no hiding it at that point. She was… smiling? She’d tapped her empty cup a few times as she smirked at the two of you before breaking into a laugh. You both laughed nervously too as you started to try to explain “We were just-” “Sorry, I-” “No explanation needed.” She cut you both off. “I just have to ask- cause Todd had a bet going, How long…?”, she motioned to the two of you, now stood next to each other. Josh let out his signature loud laugh as you balked for a second. “You guys knew?” you asked, almost at the exact moment as Josh said “A bet? How much?” “Well… we always joke about it, ‘old married couple’ and all that, it started out like that but I figured if it hadn’t happened yet, it would- oh god, did I interrupt your first kiss?” she looked apologetic at the thought. “No.” You both answered in unison, sharing another laugh. “No, we-” you started, “Ski lodge.” Josh stated, giving her a nod with a barely contained smirk, “- our first kiss was that weekend at the ski lodge.” he finished, sharing a glance with you. “Ooh, that’s cute! Well, they’re probably listening, uh, we weren’t sure what I’d be walking in on” she paused to laugh before placing a hand on your shoulder “but I’m happy for you, uh, I’m getting some water, but I told them not to make a big deal of it.” “Thank you.”

Once the two of you made it out, you were both giggling at your rambunctious friends’ various quips and congratulations. You strolled down the steps towards Josh’s car as you each caught your breath. Once you'd reached it, you steered Josh’s hips till he leaned back against the side of the car, pressing yourself against him as you reunited your lips. Your hands slipped under his shirt, giving the soft sides of his hips a good squeeze. He emitted a soft sound, leaning in to chase your lips as you pulled away slightly. You couldn't help but grin against his lips before you spoke. "Bet you're real happy with all that just happened." You shook your head slightly in disbelief. He simply nodded, grinning shamelessly. His dimples were on full display, his curls bounced as he nodded.

Your hand had made its way into the curls at the back of his head and tightened subtly. His cocky grin soon dissolved, leaving his mouth slightly agape and his eyes half-lidded. It was just enough to tilt his head back ever so slightly, raising his chin to present his neck. His smirk returned as you eyed the flickering vein in his neck. His eyes flicked away as he bit his lip for a moment before speaking; “We should go, don’t want ‘em getting the full show, hmm?”. Your hand in his hair loosened as you registered the slight stiffening between you. “Hmh”, you held the sides of his chin in one hand, bringing it back down to place a peck on his lips.

"So, my place or yours?" "Hmm…" You tapped his chin as you considered. "...how big is your bathtub?". His lips curled into a smile as he connected the dots, "ah, is someone feeling nostalgic?". Your hand had dropped to his chest, your fingers played along the collar of his shirt as you spoke. "You were talking about our first-" "-kiss?" He cut you off with a smirk. You shared a laugh before he spoke again. "There was kissing involved, to be fair… but if I recall correctly, my mouth was occupied with other things before we got around to that…". Your cheeks warmed as you recalled how he'd wordlessly asked with pleading eyes before warming his tongue over your nipples. He hummed in satisfaction as he watched the memory pass behind your eyes. He leaned in near your ear, "Well, I'd be happy to re-live it. And I have a great tub."

When the two of you entered Josh’s apartment he left you to start the bath, saying he’d get the towels. You started the tub, which was comfortably sized for an apartment. You poured a bit of his now familiar-smelling body wash in with the running water so it started forming a layer of bubbles on the rising water. The warm steam enveloped the room in a sweet comforting cloud. As the tub filled you poked around in his cabinets, finding something that made you giggle to yourself. You stripped off your party clothes, sliding into the warm water with a sigh. You rested your head back with a sigh. When the bathroom door opened you didn’t even bother opening your eyes. You heard him close the door behind himself and hang two towels on the rack. Only when you heard a clinking of glass on the counter did you open your eyes to glance at him. He was leaned against the bathroom counter, opening a bottle of wine that was already shimmering in condensation from the steam. His eyes were taking you in, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile. “Comfortable?” He tilted his head and met your gaze as he poured some wine into an equally fogged-up glass. “Mmhmm” you nodded before motioning him over, taking the glass of wine as he handed it to you and directing him “sit here, with your back to me.”

He raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t hesitate to carefully step into the tub, settling between your legs, with his back to you. You took a sip of the wine as you waited for him to settle in. You handed him the glass over his shoulder as your other hand traced across the expanse of soft golden skin in front of you. Your hands smoothed down his sides as you nuzzled across his shoulder till you reached his neck. You started with a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck.

It didn't remain gentle for very long. Just as he'd sighed and started to tip his head back your teeth sank into the supple skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. His sigh was cut short by a sudden inhale, followed by a mumbled: "... 'should've known you had ulterior motives". The smirk was audible in his voice, making you giggle into his neck. You reached behind you, retrieving a bottle you'd found in his cabinet. You popped it open and poured the sweet, slightly herbal-smelling, body & bath oil into your hand. After placing the wine glass off to the side Josh watched you over his shoulder, his face pinkened slightly -partially from the steam, of course. After you smoothed your hands down his back, you trailed around his sides. You paused, pouring more into your hands before smoothing across his chest, pulling him flush against you.

He lay back against you, resting his head on your shoulder and letting his eyes flutter closed. You smoothed your palms over his chest, dragging over his nipples before rolling them between your fingers. A repressed noise sounded from his chest as his head tossed slightly. You were determined to get it from him. Your lips played softly up his neck, behind his ear as you properly pinched his nipples. This time a mewling sound rose in his throat as his back arched deliciously. You relented, beginning to work the oil down his abdomen, half-massaging, occasionally dragging your nails over his skin.

"So… what do you get up to with body oil, hmm?". He let out a breathy laugh as his abdomen muscles fluttered under your touch. "It's good for skin.. and it -mmh- it has uh- aromatherapy p- properties-". Your hands had sunk below the water and smoothed down his open thighs, before scratching lightly as they retreated. "Really?…" you said in mock fascination. Your hand cupped around his balls before stroking up the underside of his already hard cock that stood against his abdomen. “Fuck", he exhaled as his hands gripped your thighs. His hands smoothed down your thighs as he took a steadying breath. His head turned to try and meet your eyes.

When you met his gaze his eyes were starry, pleading, betraying his formerly confident smile. "What do you want?" "I want you to touch me,” he turned his head more to kiss the underside of your jaw before murmuring against your neck, “you do it so well." His forwardness brought a smirk to your face to match his own. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock but remained still. You weren't satisfied yet. He glanced down briefly before meeting your eyes again, changing his approach "...please?".

You felt a new feeling stir through you, surprising even you. You began stroking him, slow and lulling in a way that you knew was absolutely torturous. He straightened his neck, staring at the ceiling with a sigh at the initial relief. Your free hand grazed up and down his stomach as your hand slowed to a stop, this time just under the lip of his head. “Mmh-” He shook his head restlessly. You lifted your non-soapy hand towards his face “can you wet these for me?” you tapped your fingers against his mouth. He chuckled breathily before opening his mouth and extending his dampened tongue. He took your fingers between his lips, sucking them briefly before giving a light bite and releasing. Your fingers immediately went to teasing the head of his cock as you resumed your stroking. “Oh fuck-”. He tensed against you as his back arched and his head fell back. His adam’s apple bobbed temptingly from his extended neck. You watched a drop of condensation slip from his jawline and travel down between the flushed skin of his collarbones. Your strokes gradually sped up, as did the rising and falling of his gleaming chest. Suddenly his chin tucked down as his fingers dug into your thighs with new intensity “I’m g- huhh- ‘m gonna cum-”

Your hand slowed to a stop around the base of his cock. "Should I let you come now? …or make you wait till you've done something for it?" Your other thumb brushed over his leaking head in slow circles. He shuddered slightly, his soft stomach tensing. He licked his lips and swallowed determinedly, "I can wait.” You smirked, stroking slowly up towards his head. “You sure?”. He sighed before giving you a glare, barely concealing a smirk as he bit the inside of his cheek. “You’re the devil, y’know?”. You laughed, releasing your hands to rest them on his thighs. “But I do it so well…”. He laughed against your neck, “...so, can I do something for it now?” “After you get yourself rinsed off.” You pecked his cheek before bracing your hands on the side of the tub and lifting yourself out.

You grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around yourself as he sank into the water, sighing in exaggerated frustration. You giggled as you slipped out the door and down the hall to his room. Once you were inside you finished drying yourself and hung the towel on the doorknob. You heard the faucet running fresh water and looked around for something to do while he washed. You saw a bottle of lotion on his bedside table and helped yourself to a generous amount. You started at your shoulders and worked it into your skin, down each of your arms, and over your chest. A pair of warm hands snaked around your sides, cupping your chest, making you gasp. Josh was flush behind you and nuzzled your shoulder. “Mmm… I smell good on you.” You could feel and hear his smile.

Before you could form a reply, a single finger traced down your body, slipping between your folds. You were already wet and his finger easily glided into your warmth before slowly circling your clit. You sighed, dropping your head back on his shoulder as your growing anticipation was finally addressed. He took the opportunity to mouth across the warm skin of your extended neck. His fingers played with you till he settled on a motion that had made you jolt, biting your lip. His fingers had picked up an intense rhythm that had your knees beginning to shake. His free arm had circled your waist to keep you steady. “Josh-” you gasped out, your nails digging into his forearm “we should get to the bed.” His two fingers slid down, hooking inside you, pressing his palm over your throbbing clit. “What? You can’t take your own teasing?”. You groaned, well, something between a groan and a repressed whimper as you attempted to grind into his hand. He smirked, curling his fingers, grinding his palm over you. Your jaw clenched as your knees quaked again. “Bed. Now.”

He chuckled at your sternness. “Where do you want me, sweetheart?”. A million ideas flitted through your mind. He waited patiently for a moment, till you seemed to be at a loss, turning your head to look at him with your mouth slightly open. He smiled, laughing softly at you being overwhelmed, “Well… I liked you being on top last time -big shocker there, I’m sure-” he managed to make you laugh and roll your eyes. “But, first-” he started slowly removing his fingers, making your breath hitch as you’d acclimated to their presence, “-if you could lay down for me-” he walked with you to the bed, waiting as you laid back and got comfortable.

He leaned over you, kissing you briefly before making his way down. He lavished each of your breasts, nestling his face between them for a moment, breathing you in. You smiled down at him, biting your lip to hold in a laugh. You didn’t want to laugh at him, it was just genuinely endearing. You carded your fingers through the short part of his hair at the back of his head, making his eyes flick up to meet yours. He mirrored your smile before continuing his kisses down till he’d reached his goal. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around as he kissed down your inner thigh. He finally sank into you, lathing up your center and over your clit. He hummed blissfully as his eyes fluttered shut. He sucked on you, reigniting the pleasure he’d worked up with his skilled fingers prior. As his tongue rolled over you, slow and deliberate, tingling heat seemed to fill your entire being. You hadn't even noticed your hips moving to meet him till he grabbed your hip, rolling you over marginally till you were on your side, grinding into his perfect mouth.

Your hand was gripping desperately in his hair as he moaned against you hungrily. Your speeds had increased in tandem as you grew closer to your orgasm. When your pleasure peaked, both your hands were fisted in his hair as his tongue worked you through it. With his face still buried in you, he panted slightly before kissing along your inner thigh as you came down a bit. Your fingers spread in his hair before tracing the sides of his face as you unhooked your leg. He looked up at you, his eyes lust-blown and dreamy. Both your chests still heaved slightly as you basked in the moment.

Your hands cradled his face, thumbs trailing over his cheekbones. “C’mere”, you urged him up from where he was laying and he eagerly rose to meet your lips. You leaned over him, kissing him slowly before pulling away. His eyes opened to meet yours, his lips still parted. “Tell me… I’m yours...” he exhaled, staring up at you, starry-eyed. You were momentarily stunned by the earnesty of his simple plea. And its phrasing; an expression not of possessiveness, but of the desire to be possessed. To belong. To you. “Oh, Josh…” you shifted so you were fully on top of him, still leaning in close to him. “Of course-”, you kissed his forehead, “-you’re mine.” You kissed his cheek, then his neck just below his ear before giving his neck a light bite. “...all mine.” You felt his jaw muscles shift as he smiled, and you both shared a silent laugh as you smiled against his neck.

After a moment you reached between the two of you, stroking him slowly before sliding him in. You remained draped over him, taking in his presence. It almost felt meditative. Your breathing had synced, and his hands were lazily trailing your sides. You eventually raised yourself into a sitting position. Your hands trailed down his abdomen before you started to roll your hips. He sighed, his head tipping back slightly. His perfectly presented neck was too tempting. You leaned in, sucking on the sweet soft skin laid out before you. One of his hands left your hips, burying in your hair, holding you close. With the new angle, you were also grinding against him as you continued to rock over him. The added stimulation encouraged you, increasing your pace, and pleasure flamed through you. Josh’s breathing had increased, and each strained breath was edged with a slight mewl. You’d been appreciating the expanse of his neck and shoulders, leaving a scattered trail of lovebites in your wake. Josh’s hand released your hair to cup your face, bringing your lips to his.

Everything slowed. Your lips pulled apart slowly as you rested your forehead against his. Josh’s hips now set the pace. He fucked into you, slow and deep. You dropped your head to his shoulder as a moan escaped you. You felt it throughout your entire body, pleasure coming in waves as he fucked you through your second orgasm. As you came down he kissed across your shoulder. His pace had sped up marginally as his hands tightened on your hips. You raised your head, still panting slightly, to trace the side of his face with your fingertips as he came undone beneath you. His head fell back as he caught his breath. His eyes were closed as he tilted his head to lean his face into your hand. His arms had moved to wrap snugly around your waist as you laid on him, with him still inside you. You cupped the side of his face, running your thumb along his cheek as you took a moment to admire him before resting your head on his chest. He turned his head to try and kiss your forehead but was only able to brush the corner of his lips against it at the slightly awkward angle. After straining his neck slightly in the attempt his head flopped back with a huff as you started giggling tiredly against his chest. He joined in, his laughter sounding thoroughly exhausted, roughened from exertion.

You both basked in the lingering afterglow for a few more minutes. You had to keep yourself from drifting off. You raised yourself slowly, pulling off of his now softened form to lay next to him. “...I don’t know if I can make it through a shower right now…” you mumbled against his warm skin, your eyes already fluttering closed again. He hummed in agreement. “Me either, I’m just gonna freshen up a bit…” He began to sit up slightly, “you can relax, I’ll bring you a towel.” You nodded as he settled you gently on the bed. You stretched as you watched him walk to the bathroom, smirking to yourself at the darkening marks across his neck and chest.

When you heard the door open your eyes fluttered open, flicking from his face to his neck, your smile broadening. He arched his eyebrows at you, barely concealing a smirk. “Something on my neck? Hmm?”. You laughed as he made his way to the bed, crawling over to you. He pulled the slightly damp towel off from where it hung around the back of his neck. “Can I-?”. You nodded, reaching up to brush his touseled hair back from his forehead a bit. He gently patted you down, letting you take the cloth finish up before he tossed it in his hamper. “Want something to sleep in? -totally optional…” You smirked at each other. “Hm… no thanks.” “Works for me… need anything else before bed?” “Nope. Just you.” it came out so organically, you didn’t even question it till you saw Josh’s head drop, his cheeks warming slightly. You lifted his chin, kissing his tinted cheek.

You reached to turn off the remaining lamp as the two of you settled under the covers. You propped yourself higher on the pillows, wrapping your arms around him so he settled with his head resting on your chest. You carded your nails through the short sides of his hair. “...you wanted to tell people.”, you said after a moment of comfortable silence. “Hmm?” he raised his head slightly to look at you. “Last time, when we talked about us… you wanted to be public, we didn’t talk about that part, but I could tell…” his hand gently traced your side as he waited for you to continue gathering your thoughts. You’d looked up at the ceiling, still lazily playing with his hair. “I don’t want you to think that I was embarrassed or anything. I was just so used to… keeping you at arm's length, I guess… but you… it’s like you already knew you had me.” Josh smiled, gently pressing a kiss to the center of your chest. “What can I say… you’re my girl.”

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