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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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youtuber Sukuna pt2

I wonder what things will happen in this part? I hope there's sparknotes, I don’t feel like reading all these words…

Content warning: *more* mean internet comments, Sukuna doxxing ppl(idk if that needs a warning?? But just in case)

part 1 --- part 3

Being a Youtuber was a lot more work than Sukuna thought it was. When he’d picked you up early in the morning, he wasn’t expecting you to come out with such a fancy camera and microphone. You looked cute as all hell too, hair styled nicely and your outfit was perfect for a day at a countryside cafe.

“Thanks for driving!” You said, climbing into his car and smiling at him. Sukuna could smell your perfume as it wafted off your body and he immediately felt the urge to buy a bottle as well and spray his pillow with it.

“S’no problem.” He muttered, driving off as soon as you were secure. He’d looked up the place beforehand, reading their menu over and over so he’d know what to order. Slowing down at a red light, he glanced over at you taking pictures.

He wished he could ask you to send them to him so he could save them in the never ending folder he had, but he couldn’t. It would be weird, you weren’t exactly close, and it’s not like you shared any pictures anyway.

“Hey Sukuna, what’s my contact photo on your phone?” The question came out of nowhere and he looked at you in confusion.

“Contact photo? You don’t have one.”

“What, really? I’ll send you a picture then! And add a few cute emojis with my name.” Well, that was easy. He wasn’t expecting you to offer to send him a picture, but he wasn’t going to decline it.

“Okay, I will.” Turning his attention back on the road, Sukuna turned the radio on to fill the silence. “Should I...send you a picture of me?” He had the perfect picture in mind to send you, it was a thirst trap he’d snapped post-shower after a really good day at the gym. A towel hung low on his hips and he still had a few droplets of water on his skin and dripping down from his hair.

“Yes!”

The drive to the cafe was quick and easy, not a lot of traffic early in the morning. The sun was just beginning to settle in the sky and the dew on the grass was fading. The cafe you’d chosen was in a small countryside town, barley fields just a few yards away and farmers with their dogs walking by.

“This the place?” Sukuna asked, pulling into the small parking lot in confusion.

“Yup! I’m so excited!” Hopping out of the car, your camera was immediately put to work filming the surrounding area. It was peacefully silent all around you, the only sound the occasional breeze or dog barking in the distance.

Panning the camera to yourself, you took a quick couple breaths and babbled a few times before speaking properly.

“Hi everyone, as you can see we’re in a different place today! Me and Sukuna are at a cafe in the countryside that I saw online and fell in love with. Say hi Sukuna!”

“Hi.” He was standing at the edge of the lot where a field of wispy tall purple grass started. He waved dumbly, feeling like a dumb kid taken to Disneyworld.

“This is the name of the cafe…” Turning your attention elsewhere, you filmed the rest of your intro. Once again, Sukuna was amazed at the proficiency at which you did things and how smoothly he knew the shots would look.

Looking at the cafe on the outside, it didn’t look like anything special. It was a wooden and concrete building with two large windows. He could see the minimalist decor and furniture inside was wooden as well, probably handcrafted by someone in the town.

“All finished, let’s go in.” Waving him on, Sukuna jogged to be the first to the door to open it for you. Filming as you walked in, when Sukuna entered, he still didn’t understand the hype you’d placed around it.

The air smelt like a strong tea and the humidity was definitely higher. He was right in thinking that all the furniture was handcrafted, all the chairs and tables had a rough quality to them only achievable with a human touch.

“Look, this is what I came here for!” You were standing right at the dessert case, pointing your camera at whatever you were looking at.

“Why is it...?” Sukuna looked at it in confusion. There was an airbrushed cake shaped exactly like the peach emoji sitting in the case with a realistic leaf and stem as well and you looked inexplicably happy over it.

“The owner makes these cakes herself, and she’s doing a cute emoji series!” Bouncing on your heels, you tugged on his sleeve. “I’m totally getting a slice, what’re you getting?” Suddenly, the research he’d done the night prior meant nothing as he looked at the cake.

“I have no idea.”

“You’ve got time to think about it, I’m gonna ask the owner a few questions for the video.” Leaving him at the case, Sukuna saw you go up to the owner waiting at the counter from the corner of his eye. Since the two of you were the only ones here, he could hear your excited voice gushing about the cakes and decor.

Fifteen minutes later, you and Sukuna were seated right in the corner of the cafe, where the two windows intersected on the building. Not one for sweets, Sukuna got a plain poppyseed muffin and a hot tea; the cafe didn’t serve coffee.

Setting up the camera on the table next to you, you took a bite of your cake and loved it, immediately singing its praises to the camera. Sukuna ate as well, trying not to be too stiff as you spoke.

“Sukuna, you should try this too!” Holding up your fork filled with cake, you held it out to him.

“Hm, okay.” Grabbing your hand as well, he expected you to let go of the fork. But as he guided it to his mouth, you didn’t, and you were staring right at him as it went into his mouth. “Why ya staring?” He mumbled, feeling his ears burn.

“I need to know if you like it.” Sukuna didn’t let go of your hand as he chewed and you didn’t make a move to remove it either. You were too focused on his reaction to care, waiting on the edge of your seat for him to say something.

“It’s a peach flavored cake.” He nodded, snorting when you motioned him to say more. “It’s too sweet for me, but if you like it then I like it.”

“Good enough for me!” Finally you pulled away from him and put the fork down, turning to the camera and pointing in his direction. “Can you believe Sukuna doesn’t like sweets? He’s like an old man, he only got a muffin.”

“Please, could an old man deadlift almost 300lbs?” Sukuna scoffed, slapping his chest and flexing his arm.

“That’s so much! You have to train me some day Sukuna, I wanna lift that much!” Your shocked face made Sukuna smirk and he flexed the other arm as well. Your wide eyes got even wider, bouncing between both his arms.

“Anytime, (Y/N).” Sukuna felt confident enough to wink at you, and he saw the way your face faltered at it. Ducking your head away, you pretended to fiddle with the camera, the tips of your fingers shaking slightly.

It was afternoon by the time you finished in the cafe, walking out into the warmth of the sun. Looking out, all the land surrounding the cafe was flat, covered in fields of barley or tall grasses.

“Hey Sukuna…” There you were, touching the purple grass with your fingers.

“What?”

“Will you take a few pictures for me? For Instagram?”

“I don’t think I’ll be any good.” Sukuna barely knew how to take pictures of himself let alone another person.

“That’s okay, just try your best!” Putting another camera in his hand, you grabbed his wrist and tugged him to join you deeper in the field. “That camera is pretty simple, just point and click.”

“Alright.” Holding it up, he immediately snapped a picture of you.

“Wait for me to pose!” You laughed. Sukuna chuckled as well, and when you were ready, he took the pictures. He took as many as he could, clicking the button over and over.

“Take a look.” Twenty minutes later he was handing the camera back at you. Looking through the pictures, you instantly burst into laughter.

“Sukuna, why’d you take a picture of the sun? My head is in the corner, it looks like a toe!”

“I told you it’d be bad!” He couldn’t help but laugh as well. You really did look like a toe in the corner of the screen.

“Oh my god, I’m taking you to a photography class, some of these are too much.” Giggling your way through the rest of the pictures, you put the camera back in his hand. “Let’s take a couple together!”

Sukunas heart leapt for joy. He would be able to take a picture with you. It felt like he was a fan of yours and not someone you knew on a personal level.

“You’re gonna hold the camera, your arms are longer.” Flipping the viewfinder up, you slided up to Sukunas side. He muttered something unintelligible, too busy looking at the two of you together. He could almost imagine you were a couple.

“Sukuna, hold the camera like this.” His hand had gone limp, casting a bad angle on the two of you.

“Don’t face that way, the light will make you look bad.” In one of the pictures, you’d changed poses.

“I know you only take serious gym pictures but smile for this one!” His face had dropped down to a scowl, his normal resting face. After who knows how long, he was finally free from taking pictures.

Wandering back to the car, it was silent as the both of you settled in. You were busy looking over the photos and Sukuna was busy watching you from the corner of his eye.

“Anything else you wanna do here?” He asked after a while of pretending to look on Twitter.

“Mmmm, we can drive around some more! I don’t really know what else is out here.”

Sukuna drove you through the countryside town, marvelling at the farmers and all their animals. You stopped to get a couple handmade candies from an old man, and Sukuna made sure to pick up some food that wasn’t just sweets for you. Eating at a small restaurant, when you hit the road again it was nearly evening.

Driving back in near silence, somewhere along the way you fell asleep. Your head rested against the window, jostled a few times by the road or a turn. Sukuna couldn’t help but look at you any chance he could, and although he felt like a major creep, he couldn’t stop himself from taking a picture of you.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.” Sukuna groaned as he got closer to the city, coming upon a wall of traffic. Far ahead up the road there was an accident that wasn’t going to be cleared away anytime soon.

“What’s up?” You asked with a loud yawn, stretching out your arms and legs as best you could.

“Traffic.” Leaning his head out the window, he let out another groan. “Might as well put the fucking car in park.” Shifting the gear and sinking low into his seat, Sukuna sighed. It’s not that he hated traffic, but he wanted every moment of this outing to be perfect, and this was seriously hindering it.

“Do you want me to send you some of the pictures we took together for your Instagram as well?”

“Yeah, send ‘em over.” At least Sukuna could stare at the two of you together to pass the time. The amount of pictures you sent him was seemingly endless and included a few he didn’t know you’d taken of him eating and looking out the window.

“How long do you think we’ll be here?” You whined, kicking your feet out in boredom.

“At least an hour.”

It was quiet for a few minutes, the sound of the radio and other cars around you filling the background. Sukuna could see you fiddling with your phone, opening and closing apps. He could see you getting antsy.

“I’m already so bored.” There it was. Your pitiful whine accentuated with your head pushed back. Sukunas fingers itched to reach out and squeeze your cheek, it was glowing from the sun. “I think I’m gonna get on Instagram live or something so I can complain more.”

Laughing at your honesty, as soon as you went live Sukuna got the notification on his phone. Your head was tilted away from him, only your side of the car showed. Waving at the camera a few times, you smiled really big.

“Hi everyone! I’m stuck in traffic!” Your eyes flicked across the screen, reading the many comments coming in. “Hm, what do you mean who’s car am I in? I bought this car!”

“Liar.” Sukuna mumbled with a cheeky grin getting bigger when you tried to hide your own chuckle.

“I swear I bought this car!” You couldn’t keep the lie going, and broke down in giggles the more Sukuna looked at you. “Alright, I’m in Sukunas car.” Panning the phone out, he saw himself on screen.

“Hi.” He waved, reading the comments asking if you were on a date. “Don’t you remember from the last live? We aren’t on a date we’re filming some fucking vlog.”

“It’ll be up soon! You’ll all really enjoy it, Sukuna was a great guest.”

“The best.” He nodded along. You responded to a few more comments, but there were some that kept coming up.

‘(Y/N) kiss Sukuna’

“Stop spamming that fucking message like a weirdo.” Sukuna finally snapped. You had done a great job at ignoring the comment, but it was all Sukuna could see on the screen. “You’re gross to ask us to do that.” But Sukuna did wish he could kiss you. Ever since the first comment came through, he’d taken glances at your lips as you spoke.

“Oof, don’t make Sukuna mad, he’ll kill you.” You teased, and your hand went out to squeeze his arm. “He said he can deadlift almost 300lbs, so watch out.”

“That’s fucking right.” Flexing his arm proudly, Sukuna nearly put it around your shoulder, faltering at the last minute and landing on the center console with a thud.

‘It would be kind of cute to see them kiss…’

‘I bet Sukuna can’t even hug (Y/N)’

‘I bet after today they’ll come out and say they’re dating!’

Now all the comments were talking about the two of you dating, and how cute it would be if you really were. Biting his lip, Sukuna watched your reaction closely. Truly he had no problem with the comments, he wanted them to be true as well, but if you were uncomfortable he was ready to put everyone in their place.

“Gosh you guys ship us so hard.” You seemed okay with it, your face wasn’t tense and you were still making eye contact with Sukuna. “Are you going to subscribe to my channel if I kiss him?”

“What?” Sukunas eyes widened and the comments poured in promising life long dedication to you if you went through with it.

“Alright.” Setting your phone up on the dashboard, you turned to Sukuna. “I’ll be quick, okay?”

“What?” He parroted. His hands were getting clammy just thinking about it and the look in your eyes wasn’t helping. With a nervous lick of his lips Sukuna leant forward and had just begun to pucker his mouth when you loudly kissed your palm and pressed it to his cheek.

“There! I kissed Sukuna!” With a big grin on your face you kissed your hand again and put it on him. “I did it twice! Now go subscribe!”

“What the hell.” Sukuna mumbled to himself, feeling like an idiot for thinking you’d really kiss him. He spent the next fifteen minutes in a stupor, vaguely replying to comments and trying to get over the embarrassment he felt.

Dropping you off nearly an hour past the original time, when Sukuna got home he buried his face into his pillow and let out a short yell. The biting shame he felt at almost making himself a fool in front of thousands of people was still fresh. He knew there’d be fancams of the moment just waiting for him. A buzzing on his phone pulled him out of his thoughts.

(Y/N): you need to send me a picture for your contact photo!

That’s right, the picture. Sukuna didn’t even need to scroll that far to find it, it was in his favorites. Sending it to you without a second thought, he didn’t even have the mind to check your reaction. Leaving his phone on the bed, he rushed to the shower to cool off.

When he returned, there were a flurry of messages from you waiting to be read. Most of them were unreadable keyboard smashes and a few emojis.

(Y/N): SUKUNA!

(Y/N): you can’t just send me a picture like that!!

(Sukuna): why?

(Y/N): you know why!

He could practically hear your flustered little whine.

(Sukuna): enlighten me please

(Y/N): SWSGMLU

(Y/N): you’re such a bully!!

(Sukuna): haha sounds like someone's embarrassed

It was a long few minutes before you replied and Sukuna could see the typing bubbles appear and reappear several times.

(Y/N): I’M GOING TO BED

(Sukuna): you that tired? it’s only 9pm

(Y/N): YES GOODNIGHT

(Y/N): BYE BULLY

(Sukuna): lol goodnight then

In a week, the vlog was up and Sukuna made his debut into the world. He rewatched it several times over, in awe of how well you’d captured the countryside and translated it to video. He even screen recorded some parts, like when he was flexing for you, just to replay your reaction over and over.

In the weeks following, Sukuna watched your channel grow exponentially. Your number of subscribers wasn’t small, but it was nowhere near his, yet you made the leap to over a million and a half practically overnight. And with that new success, came a lot of pressure.

You’d recently taken up streaming, and Sukuna was at every single one. He had made a Twitch account just to watch you and he subscribed immediately, blushing when you read out his name and personally thanked him in a text a few minutes later.

Entering your stream as soon as it started, Sukuna was ready to sit and watch you do whatever. Usually, you played a game like the Sims, but sometimes you’d cook or put makeup on for a stream.

But this time was different. When your face appeared on the screen, you looked down. Almost as if you’d been fighting back tears. Immediately, Sukuna grabbed his phone, ready to call you and ask what was happening.

“Hey guys.” He could hear it in your voice that you were sad. It warbled and broke, and you sniffled a few times.

‘(Y/N) why’re you crying??’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Did something happen? You can tell us, we’re here for you’

“No, don’t worry everyone it’s just…” A stray tear fell down your cheek and you wiped it away with a shaking hand. “I-I- just-” You quickly broke down crying, turning your chair completely away from the screen.

Sukuna was swiftly dialing your number. He had no idea what was wrong, you hadn’t told him anything was wrong, but he needed to know. He was prepared to go to your house if you needed him to.

“I’m okay, I promise.” Feverishly wiping your tears, you turned back to the camera. Taking several deep breaths, you didn’t look at the camera as you spoke. “I’ve just been getting a lot of hate comments recently and you know I always ignore it but-” Your voice caught, and Sukuna was glued to the screen. “It’s just been a lot honestly.”

‘(Y/N) WE LOVE YOU’

‘PLEASE DON’T CRY WE’RE HERE FOR YOU’

‘I bet it’s all of Sukunas fans, they’re so fucking gross’

‘Totally Sukuna fans, all the real fans love (Y/N) and would never do this’

“N-no, don’t blame Sukuna! He can’t control what people say!” It was totally his fans and he fucking knew it. His call had gone unanswered two times, but on the third time you answered. “Hello?”

“Put me on speaker.”

“But-”

“Put me on speaker!” He demanded. Sukunas blood was boiling, rage rolling over him in waves.

“Sukuna’s calling, I guess he has something to say.” Holding the phone close to the microphone, you kept wiping away tears.

“Listen here you insignificant dirtbags, stop leaving shitty little hate comments on (Y/N)s stuff. You’re all fucking piss poor losers who can’t even wipe your own asses, probably jerking each other off in a pathetic circle. Go get a fucking job, worthless pieces of shit. Don’t think this is something you can get away with either, I’m going to make sure you fucking regret the day you were born.” His voice was dripping with so much malice it scared you. While Sukuna was used to talking like this, you’d never heard it in person and you could tell he meant every word.

“Thanks Sukuna, but you don’t have to-”

“Tell me who they are. Where’d they leave the comments?” Angrily setting up a shitty webcam he had, Sukuna was preparing to do a livestream himself.

“I don’t know…”

“(Y/N).” Taking a pause, he stared at the screen. You were worrying your lip as you stared at your phone while the comments begged for you to tell him.

“Alright. Most of them are under the vlog we did together, and there’s a lot under my most recent Instagram pictures.”

“The ones with us together too?”

“Yeah, those are the worst ones.”

“Keep me on the line.” Sukuna had never been this angry in his life before and it showed in his actions. He was slamming things down in a rush to set up his stream and letting out frustrated noises in the back of his throat.

“Sukuna, what’re you doing?” You’d gotten your emotions under control enough to stop crying, your glassy eyes shining in the light of your room.

“I’m setting up my own stream.” Just as he spoke, his face appeared on the screen and he was live. “Tell everyone to send me screenshots of the hate comments, I’m going to teach these assholes a lesson.”

“I think they heard you.” Indeed they had. The phone was still close to the microphone, and now there were comments pouring in telling Sukuna they’d send links through his stream.

Clicking on almost all of the ones that popped up, his screen was bombarded with pictures of people leaving hateful comments on your posts. Many were saying that you didn’t deserve to be alive, to be so close to Sukuna, and many called you ugly or other mean names.

“Let’s see what this fucker looks like.” Going to one of the profiles on Twitter, Sukuna nearly spat on his screen looking at it. “This ugly sack of shit wants to leave some mean comments? Well it’s your lucky day bitch, you’re the first one to go.” It took Sukuna all of five minutes to find the person's Facebook account where they posted more personal information.

“Oh, that’s a pretty high brow uni you’re going to! It would really be a shame if I sent an email to the dean.” Sukuna said mockingly, already typing up a long email. “You’re not gonna be studying to be a doctor any fucking more. Have fun digging ditches bitch.”

Sukuna’s stream easily went from 200 viewers to nearly 40,000 just in the time it took him to dox the first person. The next one was even easier, and it snowballed from there. Sukuna had no qualms about sharing this personal information, from their addresses to their personal phone numbers to where they worked.

“You really don’t have to do all this.” You kept saying over the phone. You’d ended your own stream to calm down, but you didn’t hang up the phone.

“Yes I do.” Sukuna replied instantly. “People have no respect for others, it’s fucking gross. If they think they can get away with this they’re idiots.” So many comments were egging him on as well, with a lot of people promising to harass everyone exposed until they apologized. “I hope every single one of them loses everything.”

“Sukuna…” With a sigh, you sat back and watched him do it. There wasn't anything you could say to stop him, he was on a warpath and intent on causing harm. Eventually, you had to hang up the call as it got well into the night and he was still going.

“Keep sending the fucking links, I can do this all night.” Sukuna repeated several times, fighting off sleep. His eyes burned from staring at the screen for so long and his back had begun to ache but he wasn’t about to stop now. There were still so many people that had to pay.

After nearly eight hours of streaming himself doxing people, he finally stopped after his channel got banned. His manager had emailed as soon as the sun rose, frantically screaming at him to stop what he was doing or he could get sued.

(Sukuna): tell me right away if this happens again I’ll handle it

He texted you right after getting banned. His body hurt from exhaustion, he could truly pass out at any moment.

(Y/N): I will

(Y/N): sukuna...thanks for doing all that. It really meant a lot to know you care about me

(Sukuna): Of course I care about you

Sukuna was about to type out that he liked you, of course he did all of that and risked himself getting sued because he liked you and never wanted to see you cry again. Almost admitting to how he wanted nothing more than to give you a big hug, but stopping himself at the last moment.

(Y/N): you’re such a good friend Sukuna, thank you

(Sukuna): you’re welcome

It hurt to be put into that category, in the friendzone. It made his tongue curl in disgust, a rancid place that he wanted no part of. People that were in the friendzone were spineless and too weak to just confess their feelings - and Sukuna seemed to be one of them.

After that incident, you went on a break from all social media and Sukuna began to patrol your comments sections. He actively posted that he would start doxing people again if they said anything bad, citing all the damage he’d done to the previous victims. Sukuna had gotten what he wanted, all the people he exposed suffered in some way, most losing jobs and friends.

On a run to the grocery store, Sukuna was listening to a podcast you’d been on. He missed the content you posted, and while he did text you sporadically about Youtube stuff, he didn’t feel comfortable messaging you about anything else. His mind always stopped him, questioning him on if what he wanted to say was really worth your time.

“Hi Sukuna.” Standing at the bread section, Sukuna nearly jumped into the air hearing your voice pop up next to him. There you were in a baggy hoodie and sweats, looking every part an unnoticeable member of society.

“(Y/N)? W-what’re you doing here?”

“Hm? I’m shopping.” You chuckled, showing him your handbasket.

“Right.” Nodding slowly, Sukuna eyed you up. Your eyes were still a little puffy and he could see they were red as well. You looked tired and worn down, not your usual happy self. “Hey (Y/N).”

“Yeah?” You were unprepared for the heavy arm that landed around your shoulders and even more at being pulled into an embrace. Sukuna hugged you to his chest tightly, squeezing the back of your hoodie in his hands.

“I…” He could feel you relaxing into his arms, heaving a deep sigh like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. “Don’t feel sad anymore.” Sukuna seemed to have a habit of saying the things he wanted to say in the worst way possible. What did that even mean? To tell you not to be sad anymore instead of offering something else, like his friendship, during this time. He wanted to tell you he’d be here for you.

“Thanks Sukuna.” Hugging him back just as tightly, he could hear you sniffle a few times. The hug lasted for a while, just standing in front of bread, and a good two minutes passed before you started to unwind yourself from him.

Keeping a loose arm around you, Sukuna kept you close, searching your face for any hint that you would possibly start crying. Your eyes were a little misty, and your lower lip quivered just a little, but you sent him a smile that made it all better.

“So, what’re you getting?” He asked, attempting to be casual.

“Well, I’m actually done shopping now and I just saw you standing here.” You admitted with a chuckle. “I know it’s been a while since we last spoke properly.” The last message you’d sent to each other was about a sim card two days ago.

“Don’t worry about it, you were going through stuff.” Shrugging his shoulder, Sukuna grabbed the bread he wanted. “I don’t want you to force yourself to talk to me if you don’t want to.”

“Sukuna, I want to talk to you more though! I know we only talk about Youtube stuff but I want us to be better friends.”

“Really?” Nearly crushing the bread in his hands, Sukuna quirked a brow at you.

“Yeah!”

“Well...alright then.” That made him really happy, like really really happy. You wanted to pursue a stronger relationship with him and while it wasn’t a romantic one like he hoped, he was still ecstatic on the inside.

“I have to go, but can we video call later? I have some things I wanna ask you.”

“Okay.” Giving you a brief wave, Sukuna watched you walk out of the aisle and out of sight. A silly smile stretched his cheeks at the thought of your call later, and it stayed on his face the whole way home.

Later that night, Sukuna was diligently waiting for your call. He kept his phone glued to his hand, something he didn’t normally do, just in case you called. At nearly 7pm on the dot, you called and Sukuna answered right away.

“Hi!” You weren’t in the baggy clothes anymore, it looked like you were in pajamas sitting on your couch.

“Hey.” Sukuna was sitting at his computer doing editing, so he didn’t have to worry about you seeing the lack of furniture in his home. All you had to look at was a blank wall behind him. “So, you wanted to ask me something?”

“Mhmm! I was wondering- well first, Sukuna do you watch anime?”

“Anime?” His face twisted up in mild disgust. “No, that shit is fucking lame.”

“Sukuna!”

“What? I’m not that much of a fucking loser to like anime.” Rolling his eyes, he immediately envisioned a man in his mothers basement jerking off to pixelated tits. “Why? Do you watch it?”

“Yeah…” Now you were embarrassed, and it showed on your face.

“Fine, you’re not a fucking loser.” Propping his phone up on his desk, he tipped his chair back and looked at the ceiling. “At least, not a total fucking loser.”

“Sukuna!” Now you were laughing at him, and he smirked at you. “You’re so mean, you know that?”

“Hey, that’s my brand ba-” He was about to call you baby, the word catching thickly in his throat. Luckily, he stopped himself and slammed his chair back down on the ground to cover it up.

“Well, now I don’t know if I want to ask you my question! You’re gonna say no right away.”

“Tell me.”

“No!” Shaking your head hard, you panned the phone up to your ceiling. “You’re definitely gonna bully me!”

“Who knew you were such a baby?” There, he’d called you baby like he wanted to. Not in the context that he desired, but he still got to say it.

“Am not!” Glaring at him, you exhaled shortly. “I was wondering if you wanted to come to this anime convention with me? It’s happening downtown in a few weeks and I’m a guest on a lot of panels this year. I want you to come with to help film stuff for me so I can make it into a highlights reel for my channel? As sort of a comeback video since I’ve been gone for a while.” It was amazing how you’d managed to say all of that so quickly without taking a breath.

“A convention?” Sukuna had only been to fitness conventions and a few that his manager made him go to.

“Yeah! And I wanted to know if you watched anime because I wanted to see if you’d cosplay with me!”

“Cosplay? What the fuck is that?” It sounded stupid.

“We would dress up as characters from an anime! Have you heard of demon slayer?” No, he hadn’t and his silence told you as much. “Look up Nezuko from demon slayer, that’s who I’m dressing up as!”

“Fine, one sec.” Quickly typing it into his computer, Sukuna’s brow rose seeing the character. “You’re gonna dress up as some BDSM girl?”

“It’s not BDSM!”

“Then why does she have that thing in her mouth?” What else could it be for?

“That’s because she’s a demon and they don’t want her to eat people!”

“God that’s lame.” Looking between his phone and the computer, Sukuna tried to imagine you in this outfit. It was cute, a cute pink kimono with a little hair tie and sash. The more Sukuna looked at it, the cuter it got. “But on you it’ll be cute.”

“So will you dress up with me?” You asked immediately, your eyes shining with excitement. “I already know what character you’ll be! There’s a boy named Inosuke that-”

“No way, save your breath. I’m not dressing up.” Doing a quick search of the boy in question, Sukuna let out a snort. “And why do you want me to dress up as someone with a boars head on? You saying I’m ugly?”

“You don’t have to wear the head!” The opportunity was quickly slipping through your fingers at seeing Sukuna cosplay. “It’s ‘cause you’re so fit and so is he! And you’re pretty similar too.”

“I don’t care if he was my twin.” Shaking his head, Sukuna closed the tab and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll tell ya what, I’ll come to this thing and take all the videos and pictures you want and in exchange, I won’t dress up.”

“Wait, how does that logic-”

“Just go with it. Now send me an email about the thing and I’ll clear my schedule.” Waving off any further questions you had, Sukuna quickly got the email for the convention. It was about two weeks from today, and it was going on for the whole weekend.

“So, do you think you’ll be able to make it?” You asked tentatively, worrying your lip.

“Of course.” Sukuna would definitely need to do some serious schedule rearranging. “I’ll pick you up like last time, just let me know the time.”

“You’re the best, Sukuna!” You smiled big at him and Sukuna smiled back. Maybe during the convention, he could show you he was more than just a friend.

When the day of the convention came, Sukuna got ready bright and early to pick you up. The sun had only just settled onto the horizon and he was chugging coffee before leaving.

“Hey.” You yawned loudly as you got in his car, still clearly half asleep.

“Cute.” Sukuna said in response. You looked absolutely adorable. The pink kimono looked good on you, the sash accentuating your waist well. The little green gag he’d seen earlier was hanging around your neck, and you had a cute pink ribbon in your hair.

“Hm? You like it?” Shuffling around, that was when Sukuna saw how high the slit was on your outfit, coming high up on your thigh. His eyes were glued to the skin that showed, unable to look away.

“I do.” He whispered, glancing at you briefly to see your eyes were closed.

“That’s good, I spent a lot of time on it.” Putting your seatbelt on, you yawned again and pointed lazily out the window. “To the convention!”

It was a short drive to the convention, and you were some of the first people there. With a badge around his neck, Sukuna followed you into the hall. You weren’t carrying the bag of camera equipment you’d brought, Sukuna insisted on carrying it so it wouldn’t ruin your costumes aesthetic.

“We’re here really early to get pictures! I booked with a professional photographer, and my pictures are going to be used as promo for a few brands here today.” You explained as Sukuna followed you into a room with a full photoshoot set up.

“Okay.” He was completely lost watching you begin to take pictures. After chugging an energy drink, you hopped straight into it. Sukuna made sure to watch the photographer closely, looking at the computer as the pictures popped up to make sure they weren’t indecent for you.

Nearly an hour and a half later and you were finally done. Sukuna had begun to film some parts of it for you per your request; his job as videographer started now.

“The convention hall is open now to everyone, it might be kind of overwhelming to see all the people out there.” You told him as the photographer was packing up.

“Eh, I’ll be fine.” With a shrug of his shoulders, Sukuna left the room and stepped out into the main hall. Immediately, he knew you were right. There were so many people already milling around dressed in costume, most from shows and games he’d never seen. The only readily identifiable characters for him were from Nintendo.

“Told you it was a lot.” Bumping him with your shoulder, walked out into the convention space. If Sukuna didn’t stand right behind you, he feared he would lose you in the crowd. There were other people dressed up as the same character and he couldn’t trust himself to differentiate between all of them.

Filming a little bit of walking around, Sukuna could hear and see people looking at him in shock. It wasn’t unknown that Sukuna had a distaste for anime and the whole culture surrounding it. Some of his most popular videos were him making fun of people at the very same thing he was at now.

“E-excuse me, (Y/N)?” A young teenage girl approached you, nervously fiddling with her phone.

“Hi!” You waved, immediately seeing her phone. “Do you want a picture?”

“Yes, please!” The girl's nerves quickly dissipated at your question, but she still looked scared of Sukuna.

“How about we take a few selfies?” Sliding next to her, you put an arm around her shoulder and posed. You and the girl took a numerous amount of pictures, and when she left she had a happy blush on her cheeks.

“Is that gonna happen often?” Sukuna asked, watching the girl disappear into the crowd.

“Yeah, sorry! I posted that I’d be going to this for the second and third day and a lot of people said they were gonna ask for pictures.” Rubbing the back of your head nervously, you sized up Sukunas face. “Sorry if it annoys you, I know it can be kind of tedious.”

“I don’t mind. Let's get going.” With a casual shrug, Sukuna walked to where your first panel was. He stayed off to the side as you talked to the organizers and other guests, feeling awkward that he couldn’t hold a conversation on whatever it was you were talking about.

The people soon filed into the panel, filling the seats and whispering excitedly about you and the other people sitting at the front of the room. Some of them noticed Sukuna and whispered about him too.

Ignoring them diligently, Sukuna filmed your panel from the back of the room. He didn’t need to worry about picking up any sound, you were speaking into a microphone. All he had to worry about was capturing good angles for you.

He did this for a few more panels as well, slowly getting more comfortable with people noticing him there. He even waved at a few fangirls that saw him, their faces erupting in a scarlet flush and giggling silly.

“We have almost two hours before my next panel, do you want to grab some food? I’ll pay.” Waiting in the back of an empty room, you tried to reach for your bag that Sukuna had slung over his shoulder.

“No, you don’t have to pay.” Pushing your hand away, Sukuna kept you at arms length.

“C’mon, you have to let me pay! You’re doing so much for me already!”

“Nope.” You tried to struggle past him and grab your bag, but Sukuna was strong enough to keep you at bay with one arm. “Fine! But I’m buying you a plushie later!”

“Whatever.” With the matter settled, the two of you left the room. Almost as soon as you came out, there was a loud gasp from a few people outside the door.

“Oh my god, your Nezuko is so good!” One of them shouted. Sukuna eyed him up, a young man dressed with a strange green and black checkered overcoat.

“Thanks!” You replied, fiddling with the edge of the brown one you were wearing. “I spent ages on getting everything just right!”

“Y-you’re (Y/N)! I didn’t think I was going to see you today!” Another man had on a similar getup to the first, but he was clad in yellow and orange.

“It must be your lucky day!” Laughing a little at his shocked face, you quickly noticed the third man standing there. “Sukuna look, this is what I meant when I said you should dress up as Inosuke!”

“Huh.” He looked at the shirtless man in front of him. The guy was muscular enough, not nearly as much as Sukuna was though. The brown pants he wore were too baggy for Sukunas liking, but he could see the way you were looking at him.

“Can we get a picture please?”

“Of course!” You quickly got in the middle of the three of them and crouched down, throwing up peace signs and smiling brightly as they took the selfies. Sukuna was watching all of their hands, making sure no one touched you or got too close.

“Sukuna, will you take a group picture for us?” You asked, already handing him a phone.

“Yeah.” You didn’t really leave him with a choice and it’s not like he was going to say no to you anyway. It was harder to keep track of just where these men were putting their hands, and every so often Sukuna would look to make sure that the hand placed on your back stayed there and didn’t go any lower.

“Thank you so much!”

“You’re the best, (Y/N)!

“Bye, please tag me in the pictures if you post them!” Waving cutely at them, you walked away. “Ah, that was so much fun! They were so cute!” Gushing about the pictures, you didn’t notice Sukuna had a vein throbbing in his forehead. He seriously wishes he’d dressed up in that dumb costume with you so you could feel the same way about him.

Quickly eating some fast food - much to Sukunas disgust - you were back in the convention hall. There seemed to be even more people here than before milling about. Gripping the back of your top, Sukuna made sure you didn’t get too far from him in the crowd.

“Let’s go check out the merch!” Leading him to a larger space in the convention center, your eyes sparkled looking at all the different vendors spread out. “Sukuna, is there anything you want to check out?”

“Not really.” The only thing he could see that he knew were some overpriced candies. “I’ll just follow you.” And that he did. You stopped at nearly every booth, rejoicing about how cute something was and how much you wanted a certain figure. Sukuna offered to pay for whatever you wanted, but you staunchly refused.

“Sukuna, which one’s your favorite?” Coming upon a booth filled to the brim with different plushies, you crossed your arms and squared your shoulders. “We aren’t leaving here until I buy you a plushie!”

“I don’t need one.” Not only would it ‘ruin’ his tough image, he didn’t like those things to begin with.

“Yes you do!” Stamping your foot childishly, you pointed at them. “Pick one!”

“Who knew you could be so mean?” He teased back with a flick to your forehead.

“Shut up.” Puffing out air, you grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to the booth. “I’ll even help you decide.”

“O-oh.” You were holding his hand. You were definitely, 100% holding Sukunas hand. Your two hands were squishing his one in your palms, shaking it side to side as you looked at all the choices before you. How was Sukuna supposed to pick something when you were holding his hand so close to your body? He could feel the tips of his fingers graze your sash every couple seconds.

“What about this one?” You pointed your hands to a brown bear with a giant body but a tiny head.

“What’s wrong with the head?” He looked concerned at the doll.

“It’s supposed to be like that!”

“I- okay.”

“Do you like it?” Looking at him hopefully, you squished his hand even more. “It’s so cute, you have to get it.”

“Let me see it.” Picking it up with his other hand, Sukuna stared at the unmoving, smiling face of the bear. Squeezing it in his hand, Sukuna let out a short sigh and put it down. “Alright, I’ll get it.”

“Yes!” Letting go of his hand, you rushed to grab your wallet before he could stop you. “Make sure to send me a picture of you with it!”

Right after you finished paying, Sukuna nearly demanded to buy you stuff as well. He’d seen the way you were eyeballing the figures and some books, and he wasn’t going to be the only one to leave this part of the convention hall with a souvenir.

The bags he was carrying were definitely heavier now when you left to go to your next panel. They put a little strain on Sukunas arms but he wasn’t about to let you carry anything and quickly ducked back to his car to put it all away.

Right in the middle of your next panel, Sukuna ducked out to go to the bathroom. He was keeping well hydrated during this whole day and it was surely catching up with him now. Wandering the halls, he eventually found a bathroom to use and on his exit, he noticed a sign for something called an ‘artists alley’.

“Let’s check it out.” Here, there were people selling things but they were clearly fan made. There were paintings and pins, stickers and fan art everywhere. Wandering between the vendors, his eye caught on a particular booth.

“Sukuna?” The person gaped when he walked up but he wasn’t paying attention to them. On a cork board above them was a moderately sized drawing of you, dressed up in an all red get up.

“How much?” He pointed at the drawing, looking at the red cap you had on that matched with the red jacket.

“The (Y/N) x Cells At Work fan art? It’s $35.”

“I’ll take it.” The artist was clearly surprised, scrambling to grab the drawing and put it in a protective sleeve. “Keep the change.” Sukuna slapped 40 down and turned away. “Oh, and don’t tell anyone I was here.”

“O-okay!” They shouted after him. Sukuna kept the drawing close to his chest and when he got back he quickly hid it in his bag so no one would notice. He started filming again like he’d never left and you didn’t question him on it when it was over.

“Man, I’m so tired!” With the convention over hours later, you all but collapsed into Sukunas car. It had indeed been an eventful day between speaking at panels and taking pictures with countless people.

“Yeah, I’m beat.” Sukuna agreed, taking a moment to sit in silence in the driver's seat. He hadn’t expected to be so tired after today. He’ll have to prepare better for tomorrow.

Driving you home, both of you were like zombies as you departed. Sukuna didn’t even have the heart to properly disrobe when he got home, collapsing into bed with the plush you’d gotten for him still in his hand.

The next day was just as hectic as the day before, the word had gotten out that you really were at the convention and now more people swarmed you in between panels. Sukuna took the pictures for all of them, giving any man that wanted one a harsh glare before he started. He was easier on the younger girls, but he still made sure that they didn’t try to flirt with you or anything. No one could be fully trusted.

“Sukuna, I forgot yesterday but we need to go to the artists alley!” You exclaimed in shock, grabbing his upper arm. “They have such cool stuff!” Oh, Sukuna definitely already knew about it. The drawing he’d bought of you was hanging in his room, by his full length mirror so he could see it whenever he wanted.

He pretended everything was brand new to him, acting as if he’d never seen the pins before or the stickers and tote bags. Coming upon the artist he’d bought from yesterday, he noticed there was more fan art of you there.

“Oh my gosh, that’s me!” You giggled happily, pointing to yourself drawn as a Pokemon trainer. “It looks so good!”

“Thank you so much (Y/N)!” The artist gaped, clearly shocked to see you here. “I-I studied all of your pictures so I could get everything just right!”

“You did a great job!” The two of you went on and on about the drawings and other paintings that were there. Sukuna wished he could chime in and say that he really liked the art he bought yesterday, but there was no way he was explaining to you that he bought a drawing of you as a red blood cell. He would rather die.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, all the panels going by so fast and melting into one another. He didn’t feel the same exhaustion as the other day, but Sukuna was definitely still tired as he walked to the car.

“Sukuna, thank you so for this weekend, it really means a lot!” You were the happiest he’d ever seen you. The footage he’d filmed for your video perfectly captured all the good parts of the convention, with several shots of your smiling face with fans and other panel members. “How can I repay you?”

“Well…” There was something he’d been wanting to ask you for a while, ever since he saw you in costume. Today was the last day of the convention and subsequently the last day you’d be wearing this costume. “Can we get a picture together?”

“What? We never took a picture together?”

“No.” Sukuna chuckled at your surprised face. Rushing to his car, you set up a little stand for your camera on the hood of his car.

“Okay, let’s take some!” As soon as Sukuna was standing next to you, you wrapped your arms around his middle in a tight hug.

“W-what’re you doing?” Immediately, his face began to blush.

“You deserve a hug, Sukuna, you’ve been amazing.” Sukuna could barely breathe. Not because you were holding him firmly, but simply from the fact that you were hugging him of your own accord. His hands were shaking slightly as he moved to hug you back, grinning shyly at the pleased hum you let out when he did so.

The drive home left a bittersweet feeling on Sukunas tongue. He was glad it was over so that he didn’t have to wake up so early and deal with the gross crowds of people. There weren’t potentially disgusting men and perverts trying to take upskirt shots of your costume or grope you that he had to worry about.

Stopping at a light though, he realized how much fun he had as well. Listening to you talk and share your opinions on the panels was interesting and getting to hear others talk to so passionately as well had made him interested in a few shows. He knew you’d be ecstatic to hear that he could potentially get into anime, and Sukuna knew that at the next convention, he’d dress up for you. He also loved the bear you’d bought him even though that was something he’d never admit.

“Thank you again Sukuna, seriously.” You squeezed his arm as he pulled up to your house.

“Don’t mention it. Let me help you with the stuff in the back.” You’d bought even more things today than yesterday, mostly for friends and family that couldn’t make it to the convention. Gathering all the bags, Sukuna walked them to your door and wandered right into your apartment.

“You can put them all near the couch!” Closing the door behind him you quickly jogged over to the couch to help him with the bags.

“Whoa, your place is nice.” It actually looked like someone lived here as opposed to Sukunas place that looked like an upgraded jail cell. There was a fluffy rug on the wall and a few cute figures and small plushies on shelves, you had plants hanging down from the ceiling and it smelled vaguely floral. There was also a space dedicated to fan made art and gifts, with some fresh flowers sitting in a vase.

“Thanks! Maybe we can film a video here someday!”

“Definitely.” Mumbling dumbly, Sukuna was vaguely aware of you staring at him. “What?”

“You’re such a good friend, Sukuna. I can’t thank you enough!” Again, you hugged him. Burying your face into him, you shook his body side to side before quickly letting go. “Anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask!”

“Hey that’s my line.” Patting you on the head, Sukuna let a dumb smile spread his cheeks. He truly had the most fun ever with you, and for a moment he could pretend that you were a couple and that he was going to spend the night here, cuddle up with you and talk about all the dumb little things happened the past few days.

But he wasn’t dating you and his daydream only lived a few seconds before he made his departure. Going back to his own home, as Sukuna stepped inside he got a notification that he’d been tagged in a photo.

It’s one of the ones you’d taken together where you were hugging each other tightly. Your smile was genuine, showing all your teeth. Your eyes were crinkled at the corners, looking at Sukuna’s kind of surprised face with an indescribable warmth.

‘I love my friends’

That was the caption you’d put with a simple heart emoji after. There were people in the comments asking if this meant you were dating now, begging for you to admit it so they could say their ship sailed. Reading the caption over and over, Sukuna bit his lip to contain the feeling spreading in his chest.

‘I love my friends too’

He commented. And one day, he promised himself that he’d get to call you something more than just a friend. Wandering further into his apartment, he smiled like an idiot at his phone, quickly screenshotting the post.

“Ow!” Bumping his shin hard into his plastic foldable dining table, he was faced with the jarring reality of his surroundings. If he wanted to call you his, he needed to get some furniture first.

#jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

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Like I'm Gonna Lose You | jhs (m)

Summary - After a terrifying dream, you decide to show Hoseok how much he means to you.

Word Count - 3346

Pairing - Hoseok x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings - nightmares, mentions of death(in nightmare), assault (in nightmare) dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, implied sex

a/n: another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

You were running, running as fast as your legs could carry you, but you weren’t moving. You were stuck in place, frozen. You pushed and pulled and tried to break free but you were bonded to the muddy grass. Hoseok stood up ahead, blissfully unaware of what was happening. You screamed, you screamed until your lungs burned but no sound escaped your lips. Your silence in that moment would haunt you until your dying breath. The panic rising in your throat made it hard to breathe. No, no no!

“HOBI! RUN! PLEASE!” you tried to warn him.

You tried. But it wasn’t enough. You didn’t save him. The masked killers came out from the shadows like flashes of lighting, silent and deadly. It took five of them to hold Hoseok down. He kicked and thrashed and screamed and fought but he was outnumbered. They pinned your boyfriend down, digging into his pockets and holding his own switchblade in the air. It caught a ray of light and shone in the dark, damp forest. He tried to pry his way out of their relentless grip, to no avail. You felt like you were going to throw up. You used every bit of strength you had to try and release from whatever invisible hold you were in, but nothing worked. It felt like tree limbs had grown up from the soggy dirt and wrapped themselves around your legs, your arms. You were trapped, a caged animal. Just like Hoseok. He couldn’t escape either.

The switchblade was held in the air, then thrust down into Hoseok’s chest. He cried out in agony, and so did you. You were being held captive, forced to watch the worst horror movie you could possibly imagine: the death of the love of your life. Dark red filled the fabric on his favorite flannel shirt and you choked on your sobs, as one of the masked men continued to pull the knife out, then sink it back into Hoseok’s flesh, over and over and over again until he stopped struggling. He looked over at you in his final moments, eyes locked with yours. You were the last thing he saw before his body went limp and the men screeched out a victory.

“One freak down. Let’s move boys,” the leader grinned with no remorse.

As soon as they were gone, the invisible cage you were locked in vanished and you rushed to Hoseok’s side, throwing yourself on his lifeless body as the sobs racked through yours.

“No no NO!” you screamed. “I tried to warn you baby, I tried to save you. I couldn’t fucking move! I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please come back to me. PLEASE HOBI!”

The silence that answered you was deafening, and you could literally feel your heart shattering in your chest, little pieces of the broken thing falling into the pit of your stomach. You were covered in his blood, and it was on your hands. You didn’t save him.

You woke up, gasping for air. You sat in your bed, breathing heavily. There were already tears on your cheeks, and remembering that awful dream you’d just escaped, more tears poured from your eyes and your body shook with sobs. You looked next to you, where Hoseok was sound asleep. He had a small smile on his lips, and you watched his chest rise and fall with the intake of air, your heart stilling in your chest. Just a dream. It was just a dream. Your hand tenderly found his face, and you caressed his tan skin, with the light stubble he refused to shave. He said it made him feel manlier.

You giggled to yourself, replaying that conversation in your head, and the burning in your stomach started again. You choked back tears to no avail, because they sprang from your eyes again. What if you really lost him? What if you couldn’t wake up next to him anymore? You couldn’t fathom a life without the sweet, lively, hardworking and loveable man. You bit down hard on your bottom lip to try and stop crying, but it was no use. You loved him so much, and the thought of losing him just made you want to die yourself.

“Y/N?” he groggily asked, one eye opening to peek at you, “why are you awake?”

“I just had a freaky dream,” you tried to sound normal so you didn’t worry him, but your voice shook.

He immediately sat up, turning so his body was facing you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern laced in his voice.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you broke down in sobs, and he gathered you into his arms without missing a beat. He held you close while you cried into his chest. He gently rubbed your back, trying to soothe you. You weren’t sure which feeling was more overwhelming at that point: the sheer terror of ever losing him or the blissful relief that you hadn’t, that he was still here with you, alive and holding you in those safe warm arms you called home. He kissed the top of your head and rocked you back and forth until you’d calmed down enough to explain why you had burst into hysterics at 3am.

“Wanna tell me what happened, baby?” he asked softly.

“I had a dream you died,” you explained.

“It was just a dream, I’m right here. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Hobi , it’s not funny.” you sniffled.

“What happened in the dream?” he coaxed, sensing you needed to talk about it.

“Gosh Hobi, it was awful. We were in the forest,” you began, spelling out all the gory details for your boyfriend, who listened intently and let you talk.

“That’s intense,” he finally said when you’d finished, barely fighting off tears as you relayed the dream to him.

You nodded, reaching over and grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, wiping your eyes and blowing your nose, not caring how unattractive it was. You were fragile and felt like any wrong move could shatter you right then.

“Baby, I know that was scary, but it wasn’t real. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” he assured you, holding you close. “Do you want to try and go back to sleep?”

“Can we cuddle?”

Hobi nodded, laying down and opening his arms for you. You snuggled close to him, letting the sound of his beating heart drown out all the fears inside you. You fell asleep with his warmth wrapped around you, and his heart singing your favorite lullaby.

Even though you were exhausted, you woke up before Hobi; and even though the dream wasn’t real, the possibility was. You’d decided that you were going to treat him like a king, like it was the last moment you’d ever spend together. You were going to treat every day like your last day with him. You were going to love him like you were going to lose him.

You slipped out of bed quietly, tiptoeing into the kitchen, being as quiet as you could while you made his favorite breakfast. The aroma of the food filled the whole apartment, and it was making your mouth water. You fixed Hobi a plate and put it on a tray with orange juice and carried it into the bedroom, setting it on your bedside table. You climbed into bed, peppering soft kisses all over his face, gently waking him from his slumber.

“Mmmm…” he smiled, eyes opening and focusing on you, “good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning,” you giggled, pressing a real kiss to his lips.

“Oh gosh, what smells so good?”

“Your favorite,” you grinned, standing and handing him the tray, then cuddling up to his side.

“Breakfast in bed?” he grinned, then his face fell with panic, “did I forget our anniversary or something?”

“No, silly. I just wanted to do something nice for you,” you laughed.

“Aw, thanks baby,” he grinned, digging in.

You watched him, eating your breakfast but focusing more on Hobi, memorizing everything he did, the way he moved, the sound of his breathing, how he ate. You wanted to remember it all, just in case. He glanced over at you a few times, making silly faces. You giggled and continued to watch him, full of awe and love and wonder.

“Why are you staring at me?” he laughed.

“I love you.” you shrugged.

“Is it because of that dream?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“No! Maybe… yes. But I should be doing this stuff anyway, you’re so amazing and so good to me, you deserve to be treated the same way,” you explained.

“Babe you don’t have to do all this.”

“I know. I want to,” you smiled, gathering the dirty dishes and walking them into the kitchen and washing them.

“Let me help.” Hobi bumped his hip into yours.

“I got it, you go relax baby,” you reached up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Y/N…” he trailed off, sighing.

“Seriously, I got this. Go relax. You can make it up to me later,” you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

He smirked and smacked your ass before walking into the living room and settling into the couch, turning on the TV. You watched him walk away. I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave. You thought to yourself, admiring his perky butt and broad back. His broad shoulders were bare, he’d slept shirtless and he was wearing basketball shorts slung low on his hips, letting his boxers peek out of the top.

He had no idea how sexy he looked, with his wild sleep-mussed hair, smooth tan skin, and those lips. Oh, his lips. You could write an erotic novel just based on his lips and the things they could do. You smirked to yourself, finishing the dishes and following him into the living room.

You decided you’d have a little fun with him today and snuck away into the bedroom, putting on your best lingerie, and styling your hair the way you knew he liked best. You put on a little bit of subtle makeup, just enough to enhance what was already there so you couldn’t tell it was on if you weren’t looking for it.

You quietly walked back to the living room, sliding in next to Hobi on the couch. He didn’t look in your direction, but he slid an arm around your shoulders. You didn’t blame him - the best part of the crime drama he was watching was on the screen, where they determine who the killer really was. Turns out, it was the jealous mistress. Typical, yet still alluring.

“I KNEW IT!” he grinned, looking over at you for the first time since you’d returned.

His eyes grew wide as he took in your outfit and you bit your lip nervously, looking up at him through your lashes, and leaning forward slightly to show off your cleavage. He visibly gulped, eyes roaming hungrily over your frame.

“You look so fucking sexy in that,” he said, voice thick with desire, eyes turning dark.

“You look sexy in everything, so I guess we’re even,” you fired back.

“You always know exactly what to say.”

You giggled and climbed over onto his lap, straddling him and running your hands slowly down his chest, and his eyes followed your every movement. His body was enticing, he was like a greek god in your opinion. He was a work of art, exquisite, delicious, absolutely mouth watering, and he was all yours. You intended to fully worship his body the way it deserved. You wanted to show him how much he meant to you, how much you cared for him, and how devastatingly sexy he was.

If the damp pool in your underwear didn’t alert him to how he affected your body, the look in your eyes had to. The insatiable thirst you had for him apparent in your gaze. His sturdy chest rose quickly as his breathing became shallow, trying to keep his composure as you started grinding against him, trailing your hands all along his torso. You were teasing him, taunting him, but you both knew the end result would be worth it. The more foreplay, the better the sex. He groaned as your fingers traced lazily over his hardened member, and you smirked to yourself.

You pushed him back onto the arm of the couch, leaving searing kisses along any patch of skin you could reach, your nails gently scratching a trail following your mouth, which you knew he loved. He loved having marks from you, proving he was yours as much as he loved leaving marks on you, and showing the world that you belonged to him. He was agonizingly hard and could barely focus on anything but the way you looked, devouring his body slowly.

You licked lines around each of his abs, and he let his head fall back at the sensation washing over him. It was all he could do not to pick you up and slam you down into the couch, take control and fuck you into next week. But, in true Hoseok fashion, he was respectful and let you follow your plan. You nipped at the skin above his shorts, and he actually whimpered. The great Jung Hoseok actually whimpered, he wanted you so badly. You pulled his shorts and boxers down, and he lifted his hips to help you, like the gentleman he was.

His cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach, swollen, aching, and ready. The tip was leaking pre-cum and you licked your lips seductively before pressing soft kisses to the tip, bold strokes of your tongue following. He groaned, writhing under your touch. Your hand found his balls and played with them while you sunk your mouth over his throbbing erection, a hiss erupting from his delicious lips. You hummed a response, the vibrations doing him in almost as much as the feeling of your warm lips wrapped around his aching cock.

You started bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue around the base at the same time, driving him absolutely insane. His moans were music to your ears, encouraging you to keep going. Your hands worked in time with your mouth, occasionally offbeat just to spice it up as you sucked and bobbed and swirled your way around him, bringing him closer to the edge with each passing moment. He groaned loudly, his cock tensing, and you knew it was almost time so you doubled down on your efforts, and soon, he was shooting into your mouth, and you took it all, swallowing and licking your lips before lifting your eyes to meet his gaze.

His face had a sheen of sweat on it, and he looked spent. His breathing was ragged and he just had this shit eating grin on his lips as he stared at you, eyes wide and joyful. You climbed up to lay on his chest, taking a break. But this sex-capade was far from over. He wrapped his arms around you, both of you sticky. You smiled into the soft kiss he pressed to your swollen lips.

“You’re so good at that, babygirl,” he praised you.

“I can’t help myself, you’re just so delectable,” you teased, booping his nose.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t wipe the satisfied smile off his face. You kissed his cheek, his forehead, his nose, his lips. He laughed, loving all the attention from you, but very much wanting to return the favor. He flipped you over, pinning you down on the couch, not that you would have dreamed of trying to break free of his hold. You loved being underneath him, feeling how big and powerful he was. He tortured you the same way you’d tortured him, leaving hot, wet kisses down your neck and collarbone, sucking love marks along the way, nibbling at your sensitive spots. You loved how he kissed your body, how he knew exactly how to please you, where all your favorite spots were.

He treated you like a princess and you loved him for that and a million other reasons, but you couldn’t really focus on those at the moment, not with his lips causing that familiar fire to grow in your core. No man had ever touched you like Hoseok touched you, no man had ever made you feel the way he did. He was a magician, a wizard, a sex-god. His hands traveled along your sides, up to your breasts, and he gave your nipples a gentle squeeze through the thin fabric of your lingerie. You moaned his name, praising him for how good he was to you.

“Fuck, Hobi. You always feel so good,” you encouraged.

“Mmm. You like that, babygirl?” he grinned, looking up at you, a brief halt on the ambush of your body.

“Love it, love you so much,” you told him.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

He pulled your lingerie top off and began kissing along your breast, sucking harshly on the nipple, causing your back to arch off the couch and into his touch. More. His teeth grazed along the already hyper-aware nub, and you bit down on your bottom lip harshly, groaning inwardly. Once he’d decided he’d tortured your breasts enough, he slowly made his way down your stomach, hot breath fanning over your aching, soaked core. You shivered, trying to stay still and not yank his head down. He used his teeth to pull down the panties of your lingerie, and you nearly came from that sight alone. You watched him eagerly as he tore them from your trembling body, tossing them aside carelessly.

His tongue slithered along your folds, teasing you. You whined loudly, showing your displeasure of having to wait, and he chuckled.

“So impatient, baby,” he chastised.

“Only for you.”

He smirked and his tongue dove into your heat, pressing flat against your clit in broad, slow licks. It was almost disrespectful, how slow and tantalizing he was being. Two fingers entered you, curling just right to hit your g spot every time. He took his time, paced himself, slowly bringing you closer to your high. You wiggled on his fingers, trying to get him to speed up, but his tongue and fingers kept their slow assault.

“Patience, my love,” he cooed.

You whimpered in frustration but agreed, and soon, the rumbling deep down in your core was becoming less of a rumble and more of a roar as your release quickly approached. Your walls began to clench, and only then did he speed up, bringing you the most intense euphoric feeling you’d ever experienced in your life. You saw a flash of white light when your eyes screwed shut, you felt like your soul was leaving your body. Maybe that’s why the French called orgasms “the little death”. It crashed over you and you were drowning in ecstasy. When you came back down, Hoseok slowly pulled his fingers out, and leaned up to kiss your lips. You could barely breathe, let alone speak. He laughed at your disheveled state.

“That’s how I felt after you gave me the blowjob of a lifetime,” he winked.

“Remind me to do that more often,” you breathed out, “I kinda like the payback.”

“I do too,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” you gushed, crushing him in a hug.

“I’m the lucky one, babygirl,” he countered.

You grinned mischievously, biting down on his lip as he kissed you, riling him up again. You both spent the day making dirty memories in every room of the apartment, enjoying each other's company, and spending quality time together. You loved every second of it, and Hoseok did too. By the time the sun went down, you were both completely wrecked, falling asleep as soon as your heads hit the pillows. That night, you only dreamt happy dreams, about life with Hobi and how happy you were that he was yours.

#bts #bts smut #jung hoseok #hoseok #j hope #bts j hope #hobi #hobi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #j hope fanfic #j hope x reader #j hope x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #hobi x reader #hobi x you #hoseok smut #hobi smut #j hope smut

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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Always excited to see you respond to my asks. I think I'm fangirling over you. Please do not apologise for the "delay". Sometimes, I forget what I've sent you and only remember when it pops up on your page. Then, I get even more excited.

Just read your headcanon of our nervous clown Anthony set during the dinner in Insufferable. SO GOOD! Thank you and a thank you to whoever sent you that ask!

Staying on this theme, can you give us a snippet into the morning after Daphne's party from Anthony's POV? The waking up before her, the breakfast prep, and whatever else your beautiful mind is willing to treat us with!

💕

Ahhh Fangirling over me? The most truly useless human being I know? Nahhh no way! Just yesterday I said to myself Let’s follow our dream. Let’s get some macadamias. That’s a true story and honestly, the macadamias were a delight! Anyway, truly, very glad you’re enjoying these little snippets despite the enormous delay (most of the time)

Mmmm I’m truly starting to think I might have to write Insufferable from Anthony’s POV because the entire time Kate’s sitting there thinking she’s trapped him in a hospital room with her family and then assaulted him with her tears he’s desperately trying to work up the courage to ask her on a date. Then quietly dying the entire car ride to Daphne’s because in his mind, They’re on a date, to a family function. His intentions couldn’t be any clearer. As we know, this was not the case for Kate who was desperately wondering if it even was a date. We’ve seen the morning after from Kate’s point of view in little snippets here and there but let us peep what’s going on inside our boy’s. Spoiler alert (it’s bloody heart eyes)

Anthony Bridgerton awoke on the 30th of June 2020, with a sneeze. A little disoriented after such a jarring awakening he opened his eyes, wondering what could possibly be tickling his nose, his left arm seemed to be completely numb. And them he remembered. Kate Sheffield was tucked into his bed beside him, her legs intertwined with his, snoring softly in an absolutely adorable way. His arm tightened reflexively around her waist, pulling her back even tighter to his chest. Warmth and contentment bloomed in his chest as the night before came flooding back to him. Kate’s horrorstruck face as she saw that woman, flirting mercilessly as he tried to brush her off, Kate’s tears her voice angry and finally, I love you too and his heart was on fire. This truly hadn’t been is intention at the beginning of the night, he’d intended to have a nice night with her and deposit her safely back on her doorstep possibly, if she’d allow him, with a goodnight kiss. But then she’d told him she loved him, and her mouth had been on his and god he couldn’t even think as she’d pulled back and whispered in his ear I think you should take me home Anthony her voice a husky rasp that had sent a shiver down his spine.

It was odd, Anthony thought as he watched Kate sleep peacefully, bathed in the soft light leaking through the curtain, that he felt so content with her here. Or rather it should be. He’d always preferred to take women back to their own homes, wanting to compartmentalise them from the home where he hosted his family. But last night when he’d all but dragged Kate into the waiting car his hand creeping up her thigh he hadn’t even hesitated before he’d sent them back to his. And as he’d pushed her back onto his mattress and knelt before her with a soft This is... this is okay right? and she’d moaned God, Yes, Please Anthony in a way that set him absolutely on fire, his last thought as he’d pulled her stockings down with his teeth had been how right she looked here amongst his things.

Kate shifted slightly, her eyelids fluttering open, widening a little in surprise and confusion before she relaxed against him, letting out a warm contented little hum that made his heart want to burst with affection for her. He chuckled

“My, My, Poor Boris Johnson will be ever so disappointed to hear that he’s fallen further down your list of marriageable prospects.” Kate groaned “You’re going to be insufferable aren’t you?” Anthony hummed happily, felt his lips curve in a content smile. “I’m rather afraid I will be.” he whispered in her ear, silence settling between them comfortably. Kate seemed to stiffen after several seconds, turning in his arms and sitting up slightly, wrapping his bedsheet around her, covering herself from his view, a small crease between her eyebrows. Anthony felt nerves creep into his stomach. God, what if she was about to tell him this had all been an enormous mistake? That she’d just gotten a little swept away by his declaration and brushed him off with a Thanks, this was fun. Or Worse That was alright What if-

“I’m sorry I slept over, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Kate’s small voice broke through his reverie. Anthony felt his own brow furrow. “I wanted you to. I meant what I said last night, Kate. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” he said, his voice soft but firm. He’d whispered them in her ear as they fell asleep last night I didn’t even know I could. Her eyes which had been trained on the bedsheets in front of her flick to his, a relieved sort of smile on her face. “I’m glad that wasn’t just...” She trailed off, her cheeks colouring a little. Laughter bubbled in Anthony’s chest, he leaned towards her, letting his lips brush her ear, “The incredible sex you gave me talking? No. It wasn’t.” He felt Kate shiver against him as he added “Though, thanks for that.” Kate scoffed and swatted him away. Anthony laughed, tugging on the back of her neck until her lips met his in a soft kiss he felt her relax against him, her tongue tangling with his, deepening it in a way that had heat building quickly in the pit of his stomach again. And then her stomach growled. Anthony pulled back laughing brightly as Kate groaned embarrassedly, her head dropping to his shoulder.

“Why don’t you take a shower, and I’ll make you some breakfast?” He said, kissing her forehead, as he stood from the bed moving to his wardrobe, rifling through to find some clothes for her humming happily to himself as he pulled his own boxers back on. Kate was smiling softly when he returned, biting her thumbnail almost in disbelief. Anthony felt his heart leap again, an odd sense of pride welling in him. He’d taken Kate Sheffield out, and after a minor mishap it had gone well. Very well. And he intended to let things continue in this fashion for as long as she would let him. “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready.” He said, handing her the clothes and turning away as she nodded softly. She caught his hand holding him in place for just a second longer as she kissed his cheek before padding softly to his bathroom. Anthony whistled the entire way downstairs, and as Kate joined him, peeking nervously through the door as he was whisking eggs, before perching herself at his breakfast bar he couldn’t help but think he’d very happily spend the rest of his life having Saturday mornings just like this one.

Again, this got away from me a little my b.

#bridgerton and sons au #kathony #anthony x kate #insufferable follow up #morning after #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton has heart eyes for kate sheffield #always #molly's asks and answers

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kiraswritten · 4 years

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(REPOST bc community guidelines lol request from @angryschnauzer)

pairing: reader x bucky barnes warnings: smut, unprotected sex (pls be responsible n wear a condom!!), dirty talk (this is a given w me) a.n: pretty please can always get you a ton of things (especially when you ask bucky) and thank you so much for this mouth-watering request oh my gosh!! tbh i need bucky giving me a back massage too.

Thank you so much for 300 followers! I love and cherish every single one of you so much ♡♡♡

“Ah! Shit.” you wince, rubbing your left shoulder.

Bucky notices you in pain and immediately walks towards you, forgetting that he was talking to Clint moments prior to you arriving.

“I guess I’ll talk to you later then?” Clint shrugs his shoulders and turns around to walk towards the kitchen.

“You okay there Doll?” Bucky asked, his eyebrows knitted with worry.

You gave him a pained smile, nodding your head, “S’okay, nothing an ice pack can’t alleviate. I’m sure I won’t be able to work out for a few days but I’ll be okay, thanks for worrying about me Bucky.” You head for the med-bay, Bucky stands outside the room, waiting for you till you came out.

You had a small tendon strain on your shoulder, nothing too major but enough to keep you from training with the rest of the team for a week. Since you were an Avenger, your healing abilities were different from a regular person, though of course, you’d still need to recover.

You exited the med-bay and saw Bucky leaning against the wall opposite of the room, his arms crossed against his chest.

“So, what’s the verdict?”

“Can’t train for a week and I can’t go on missions for a whole three weeks, Doc said if I don’t listen I could tear a tendon. Guess I’ve been pushing myself too much lately.”

Bucky pats you on your uninjured shoulder, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asks, his voice trailing. Before you could reply, he claps his hands, coming to a realization, “How about I give you a massage? Could help your muscles out and ease some of the tension from your shoulders.”

“You sure Buck? I mean, you don’t have to.” You say, not wanting to make him feel obligated, though deep down inside, you’d want nothing more than Bucky touching you all over, you push your naughty thoughts to the back of your mind, focusing once more on the gorgeous man before you.

“No, I insist!” He says, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you close to his side, “Plus I offered, just bring your cute self to my room in half an hour and I’ll give you what you need.”

You feel your face heat up from his words, you wished he meant the other necessity you craved from your friend but nonetheless you nodded your head and went towards your room to change your clothes.

You knocked on Bucky’s door, wearing a loose-fitting tee and some spandex shorts, Bucky opened his door and grinned at you, moving out of the way to let you in.

The lights were dimmed and quiet sounds of streaming water played in the background, giving the ambience of a spa in Bucky’s room. You noticed he changed the sheets of his bed, he had a folded towel placed in the middle with a pillow right next to it.

“Okay, so uh… take off your top and once you’ve done that, cover your lower half with the towel and once you’re done just call for me and I’ll come back inside.” Bucky doesn’t look at you in the eyes whilst he said the instructions and began to leave the room before you stop him.

“No need for that, it’s just a shirt, we’ve all seen each other naked plenty.” You reply nonchalant, pulling off the top, revealing your breasts, Bucky gulped looking away.

You crawled onto his bed and placed the towel on your lower half, covering your bottom. You lied onto his bed with your front down, you looked up at Bucky waiting for him.

“O-okay, I’ll be straddling you while I massage you, is that okay?”

You nod your head, “Yeah, that’s okay, do what you need to Buck, I trust you.”

Bucky smiles and grabs an unlabeled white tub on his nightstand and opens it, you inhale the familiar smell, your whole body instantly relaxing.

“I mixed coconut oil and eucalyptus oil especially for you Doll, heard eucalyptus oil was good for muscle pain, and I know you like minty scents.” He says, taking a good amount onto his fingers, rubbing it all over his hands.

“Mmmm…” your eyelids flutter shut, feeling the different temperatures of his hands against your skin; his flesh hand against your skin felt great, the warmth from his hand melted the oil, he began to gently knead out the knots that were in your shoulders, the metal hand feeling icy cold, prickling your skin a bit, you jumped at the sensation but welcomed it once you got used to it.

His fingers were magic, both of them gently kneading out all the tight knots that formed in your shoulders, his flesh hand began to travel near your sprained shoulder, you sucked in air, bracing for the pain.

Bucky notices you tense and stopped his ministrations, “Doll, relax, it’ll hurt worse if you’re tense. Just trust me.”

You ease up and closed your eyes, breathing through your nose and out your mouth as Bucky began rubbing the injured area, going slow. At first you let out a hiss at the feeling, you were so sore and all you wanted was to recover already.

“You’re doin’ good Doll, just take slow breaths.” You followed his instructions, he continued to rub the area, the pain disappearing more and more.

Bucky then detaches his hands from your shoulders, moving downward and inward to your back muscles, spreading the warm oil across your back.

“Feels good Buck, ah,” you let out a sigh, accidentally moaning Bucky’s name in the process.

Bucky bites down onto his bottom lip, trying hard not to let the noises coming out of your mouth affect him so much.

He presses his palm into your spine, releasing some tension, causing you to moan once more, only louder this time.

“Oh, fuck, yeah Bucky, right there,” You say, your voice airy and light.

Bucky felt his cock twitch inside his pants, he licked his lips trying to to focus on giving you a good massage and not at your words.

“Oooh, Bucky,” You jerk your body from his touch, he kneaded on a particular place on your back that you’ve had the knot at for a while, “Just keep going there,” You tell him, all your words going straight to his dick, he mumbles a quick okay.

You try not to smile but you could feel his growing erection press against your ass as he continued to massage your back, you let out endless sighs and words of encouragement, each passing second you felt him grow harder and harder against your bottom, you let out a particularly loud moan that could have been mistaken for something from adult films, Bucky lets out a low groan from his throat, bucking his hips against your ass.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You sound so good,” He mumbles under his breath, Bucky’s holding onto the last thread of self-control he had to not grind against you.

“Keep going Bucky,” You sigh, raising your ass to meet his thrusts, his hands fly to your waist, pulling you into his crotch, grinding his cock harder.

“Fuck, you feel good too Doll, please tell me this is okay,” He asks, his lower lip trapped in his teeth as he held onto you.

You nod your head and reply a weak ‘yes’, Bucky then gets off of you, kneeling next to you.

You push yourself off of his bed and turn your body so that you were facing him, you see Bucky’s eyes trail up and down, he licks his lips.

Bucky doesn’t hesitate for another second, your lips captured in his, you wrap your arms around his neck, your chest pressed up against his, you moan at the feeling of his metal arm grabbing onto your ass.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, asking for entrance in which you happily complied, feeling his warm tongue against yours, he tasted so good.

Bucky then wraps around his flesh arm around your waist, pulling your body onto his lap, never breaking the kiss, he makes you straddle his waist.

His metal hand leaves your bottom as he began to undress, starting with his grey sweatpants that did nothing to hide his large erection.

You pull away from the kiss, Bucky reluctantly does so, you help him get out of his clothes, pulling his dark t-shirt off of his body, revealing his thick and toned chest before you.

Your hands travel from his shoulders towards his abdomen, loving the feeling of his rippling muscles, you push down his boxers, leaving him naked. You quickly shed off your shorts, along with your underwear, revealing your soaking core to him.

He grabs you by your waist, pulling you into another fierce kiss, Bucky then aligns his dick with your entrance, rubbing the pre-cum onto your folds, you let out a whimper from the sensation.

Bucky bites down onto your bottom lip as he slipped his cock inside you, slowly. You could feel yourself get stretched out like never before, Bucky takes his time to sheath himself into you, enjoying how tight you were squeezing him.

“Fuck, you feel amazing, just a little more Doll, then we can have our fun.” He lets out a grunt, his whole length finally inside you.

You let out a tiny scream as you felt his tip graze at your gspot, your whole body numb from the pleasure, Bucky continues to thrust in and out of you, his pace never wavering, he lets out a grunt, nipping softly on your neck.

“Bucky,” you gasp as he sucks a love bite onto your neck, your pussy tightening on his cock, he lets out another moan, detaching his mouth from your skin.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good, you close Doll? You’re pussy’s gripping on me so tightly, come for me Baby,” He snakes his flesh hand between your bodies, his fingers rubbing furiously on your clit, pushing you to the edge.

“Bucky!” You cry out loud as the two of you cum in unison, Bucky’s pace slowing down as he pumped his cum inside you, your arms lazily holding onto his neck, your whole body tingling.

Bucky captures your chin with his metal hand, averting your gaze to him, “You okay Doll?” He asks, his chest still heaving.

You nod your head, giving his lips a soft kiss, “More than okay, that was amazing. You reply.

Bucky grins pulling you into another mind-blowing kiss, the two of you stay in the same position till you had to break away from him to catch your breath.

“So… uh, I-I think it goes without saying but I’m in love with you Doll.” Bucky looks at you with hopeful eyes, you couldn’t help but melt at the sight of him flustered.

From the sex god you had the honor of experiencing first-hand to this lovable man you’ve fallen for ever since you met him, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

“Kinda guessed that when you, y’know,” You gestured to your crotch, Bucky’s cheeks flush, he pulls out of you, you let out a gasp from the feeling, he lets out a chuckle, kissing you on the cheek.

“I’ll be right back,” He says, making his way his bathroom, retuning with a warm washcloth to clean you up with.

With a change of bedsheets, you were tucked in Bucky’s arm, wearing nothing but one of his shirts, the two of you laid under his covers, Bucky staring at you with eyes of adoration.

“Buck, is there something on my face?” You say, feeling flustered by the attention.

Bucky shakes his head, pressing a light kiss onto your forehead, “No, I just, I can’t believe I have you in my arms right now. Feels like a dream.”

You bite down onto your bottom lip, “You’re so cheesy Buck, pretty sure our activities before would prove that this wasn’t a dream.”

Bucky nods his head, “Definitely, you feel so much better than any dream I’ve ever had.” He grabs your waist, turning you around so he could press his hard-on against your ass.

“Seriously Bucky? I need to recover!”

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel smut

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lallyloo · 3 years

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Limoncello

When Rhett first mentioned making his own limoncello, Link had mostly tuned him out. Rhett was constantly talking about cooking, or brewing, or smoking various meats – all so he could throw parties and impress people. The idea of infusing lemon peels in vodka for a month just to impress people seemed a bit stupid to Link.

But when Rhett showed up at the creative house on a Thursday night carrying a fresh bottle of limoncello, Link’s interest was finally piqued. It did look tasty. It was bright yellow and syrupy looking and when Rhett popped open the bottle, the lemon smell was so strong Link swore he could already taste it.

“MY LEEEMONCHELLAAA!” Rhett exclaimed as the scent filled the air. He sounded like an old Italian grandfather, and he brought the fingertips of his right hand up to his mouth to do a chef’s kiss. “IT SMELLA SO GOOD-AH!”

Link just stared at him with mild amusement.

“LINK-AH WOULDA YOU LIKE-AH SOME OF MY LEEEEEEMONCHELLAAAA.”

“Sure.”

“I WILL GETTA SOME FOR YOU,” Rhett pointed to the kitchen door, gesturing for Link to leave, “YOU-AH GO SIT-AH. I WILL BRING-AH IT TO YOU.”

“Do you want me to get some glasses?”

“NO-AH!” Rhett carried on with his ridiculous accent, “YOU GO. I SAID I WILL BRING-AH IT TO YOU. GO! GO!”

Link laughed as Rhett shooed him out of the kitchen.

By the time Rhett joined him, with the bottle resting in a bowl filled with ice, his over exaggerated accent had mellowed a little.

“You need-ah to keep it chilled-ah. Cold. Like, with-ah some ice!”

He handed Link a small stemmed glass and Link held it still while Rhett poured.

“You can put-ah some mint-ah leaves in too, but I did not think-ah you’d like-ah that.”

“I appreciate it,” Link replied, “but your Italian accent needs work.”

“You hate-ah my accent?” Rhett grinned at him, “Link-ah! You hurt-ah my heart with your words!”

Link rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t keep from smiling.

Rhett settled in beside him, poured his own glass, and they got to work.

They sipped the first glass slowly while brainstorming ideas together, and Rhett was too distracted by their latest Instagram sketch idea to continue with the accent.

By the second glass, Rhett had slipped back into his accent a little, just when he took a sip from his glass, “mmmm that’s a good-ah leeeeemonchellaaaa.”

A warm, comfortable feeling had settled over Link and he was leaning into Rhett a little more than usual. They were still writing, and their thoughts were flowing freely, but both suspected their ideas might seem less ingenious the following morning in the sober light of day.

They probably should’ve stopped at two glasses. By the end of their third glass, Rhett was stuck in a full-on Italian accent, and Link was giggling so much he was crying.

It was stupid, but the more Link drank the funnier Rhett seemed to get, and by the time he was finished his third glass he was pretty sure Rhett had never been so hilarious. Link couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so much, and he could only stare at Rhett with fondness as Rhett overemphasized every word and movement. Rhett was laughing too, his eyes crinkling at the edges, and even though it was all ridiculous, Link couldn’t take his eyes off him.

Rhett kept it up, if only to keep Link laughing. He loved seeing Link laugh, it made him look younger and happier, and Rhett would do anything to keep him smiling.

“ARE YOU DRUNK-AH?”

“I think so,” Link grinned, “are you?”

“AH YES. I AM DRUNK-AH AS A SKUNK-AH.”

Link giggled in response.

“IT’S TOO BAD WE ARE DRUNK-A. I WOULD LIKE-AH TO TAKE-AH YOU FOR A RIDE-AH ON MY BEESEEKLETTA. “

“Your what?”

“MY BEE-SEE-KLETTA. ELECKTRIC A-BEE-SEE-KLETTA.”

“Your electric bicycle?” The force of Link’s laughter propelled him forward on the couch, and he wriggled next to Rhett, overcome with a fit of giggles.

“YES-AH.”

“You wanna take me for a ride on your electric bicycle?” Link was laughing so hard tears were coming to his eyes, and he wiped at them as he gasped for breath.

“AH YES. MY BEESEEKLETTA FOR YOU MY LINK-AH.”

“Rhett,” Link choked out, “you can take me for a ride anytime.”

Rhett gasped, feigning shock. “LINK-AH. SO FORWARD. I’D TAKE-AH YOU FOR A RIDE.”

“Would ya?” Link stared at him, almost like it was a dare between them, and neither one was quite sure what Rhett’s reply was because suddenly Link was tugging his shirt off, swinging a leg over Rhett’s thigh, and climbing onto his lap.

Rhett didn’t stop him, he just looked at Link with a surprised sense of awe.

“What’re you..?” Rhett attempted to ask, his accent suddenly gone, but he didn’t mean it. He wasn’t looking for an explanation, or for Link to stop.

Link answered by leaning in and kissing him.

Link’s mouth tasted of sugared lemons, and Rhett’s mind suddenly slipped back to warm summer days at the river, when they’d swim for hours and then sit on the banks and drink homemade lemonade. He remembered water droplets on Link’s sun-kissed skin and the sugary mustache over his top lip, and the one time Rhett couldn’t resist it any longer and he kissed Link, tasting the tart lemon on his tongue and the sweetness of his mouth.

Rhett swore he’d never tasted anything sweeter, but Link’s limoncello mouth came close.

“My leeemonchellaaa,” Rhett whispered in a weak attempt to get one last joke in.

“Oh god, Rhett,” Link laughed, tugging Rhett’s shirt up over his head, “just shut up and touch me.”

He claimed Rhett’s mouth again, sliding his tongue over Rhett’s lips, coaxing Rhett’s tongue to lick at his, effectively quieting any verbal response.

Rhett settled his hands on Link’s hips, touching hesitantly for a second before grabbing more forcefully, pressing hard, holding Link down and pushing up against him. Rhett’s cock swelled and he was overcome with the desire for Link to know it, he wanted Link to feel it as he thrust up.

Link rutted down into him, urgent and needy, letting Rhett know he felt him.

Rhett brought his mouth, still sticky with liqueur, down to Link’s chest and licked over a nipple, and Link groaned, grabbing Rhett’s hair and holding him there. Rhett licked and sucked until Link guided his head over to lick at the other side. Rhett took the hard bud in his mouth and flicked over it with his tongue until Link was groaning and writhing in his lap.

Link pushed him away gently, and Rhett watched as Link unzipped his grey jeans and took out his cock, giving himself a hard squeeze. The head of his cock was already wet and more precum pooled at the tip and dripped down his shaft.

“Look.” Link gave himself a slow stroke. “You got me so hard.”

Rhett watched Link touch himself, his hand sliding slick over his dick as he stared at Rhett, and then Rhett reached to pull him closer. Link arched his back as Rhett’s arms went around him, and Rhett slid a hand down the back of Link’s jeans, slipping past the waistband of Link’s boxer briefs. He touched the soft skin there, smoothing over Link’s ass before slipping a finger between his cheeks, and Link let out a shaky breath as Rhett’s fingers ghosted over his hole.

“Rhett, yeah..”

Link arched his back further, pushing his ass into Rhett’s hand, encouraging, wanting, begging Rhett to touch him there, really touch him, more than just a tease.

Rhett pulled his hand out, slicked his middle finger with saliva and slipped his hand back down Link’s jeans, slicking over his hole and pushing in just a bit, just enough to make Link close his eyes and sigh “yeah, Rhett, finger me.”

Rhett’s cock strained under Link as he slid his finger in further, up to the second knuckle, and he eased it in and out a few times, gently finger-fucking Link’s hole.

“Aw fuck,” Link moaned, “just like that.”

Link leaned over suddenly, grabbing the limoncello and taking another drink directly from the bottle. Then he kissed Rhett again, sloppy, wet, sticky, sweet.

He tasted like tart lemons and sugar syrup and Rhett couldn’t get enough of him. He licked back into Link’s mouth, trying to find and savour every last taste of him as he teased him with his finger.

Link’s hand moved frantically over himself, his cock trapped between their bodies, as Rhett’s finger slid in to the last knuckle and he curved it a little, just enough to make Link moan again. Rhett continued, teasing, touching the heat inside Link’s body, easing in and out until Link was gasping against his mouth and coming between himself and Rhett, wet warmth pooling between them as he fucked himself on Rhett’s finger.

Rhett remained in awe about it all, easing his finger out carefully and watching as Link regained his bearings – his own sense of awe settling gently across his face as he looked at Rhett. Then he smiled, and he looked so beautiful Rhett couldn’t do anything but pull Link’s body up, leaning down to meet his cock and suck him in. Link gasped at the overstimulation, but he just watched as Rhett licked him clean.

When Rhett was finished, Link slid down Rhett’s body, trailing sticky kisses across Rhett’s chest and over his stomach, licking the last streaks of his own cum off Rhett’s belly until he was on the floor between Rhett’s thighs. Rhett’s cock was tenting his jeans and Link nudged his face against it before pulling at the denim covering Rhett’s thighs.

“Unzip, get these off.”

Rhett unzipped and lifted his hips as Link yanked down his jeans, pulling Rhett along too until he was nearly on his back, his cock resting heavy against his thigh, and his legs jutting out from the couch. Link left Rhett’s jeans bunched around his knees, and crawled over him to reach his cock.

Link grabbed the bottle again, taking another swig of limoncello, and then put his mouth on Rhett’s cock, sucking over him, his lips and tongue all sticky and cool from the alcohol. He tongued at the head of Rhett’s cock, licking into the slit until Rhett’s hips were jerking from the overstimulation.

“Link, it’s too much” Rhett groaned.

Link pulled away for a second, “you just taste so good.”

Link tongued at him one more time and curled his lips around the head of Rhett’s cock, and then he pulled back to take another swig of limoncello. He brought his lips together over Rhett’s dick and let some of the alcohol spurt from his mouth, trailing down over Rhett’s shaft, cool and sticky.

Then Link took him in again, sucking hungrily, tasting every inch of Rhett’s cock with his tongue. Rhett wanted to make it last but he couldn’t. Link’s slick, sticky mouth was too much and Rhett could feel his orgasm rushing up quickly.

“Link, I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah, do it,” Link pulled his mouth away for a second, licking down Rhett’s shaft, “you should come in my mouth.”

“Link,” Rhett breathed a final warning, and Link brought his mouth back up just in time to take him in, sucking over him sweet and sticky, swallowing down every shot of Rhett’s cum.

After a moment, Link moved up to settle in beside him, both of them still half-naked and Rhett’s jeans still around his knees. Link brought the bottle up to Rhett’s mouth and tipped it, giving him a little taste, and then Link brought it up to his own lips to take another sip.

Rhett sighed, “ahh my leeeemonchella.”

“Your leeemonchella,” Link echoed with a grin. “So good, my Rhett-ah.”

Rhett smiled quietly to himself, and then nearly choked when Link spoke again

“But I still wanna ride your beeseekletta.”

#rhink #fic #rhink fic #my fic #i'm sorry #this is absurd #i apologize to any italians out there #i don't think you speak this way #i offer you smut as an apology #limoncello

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whohaveibeenletting · 4 years

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Chris Evans/reader Description: NSFW, submissive reader giving domination a go, lil bit of orgasm denial, poor chris, but he deserves it for calling you names Word Count: 1235

I saw your fingers dimming the lights

You just wanted to try it, to feel a fraction of the power Chris feels when he manhandles you, holds you down, makes you cry for him. Chris had looked at you funny when you’d suggested it, his eyebrows rising in surprise. Then he’d grinned at you, just a touch patronising as he agreed. You could see that he thought you’d give up halfway through, let him go, ask him to do the job right. He’d continued to smile as you’d stretched his hands above his head, tying them securely to the headboard.

He isn’t smiling anymore.

“Get your fucking mouth on my cock right now, you fucking slut!”

The sound of the harsh demand goes straight to your cunt, the aggression prompting you to shiver pleasantly. When Chris gets like this, calling you names like that, you know he’ll have you bent over in the next minute. On any other night, he’d have you over his knee, hand raining down smacks on your ass until your skin was sensitive, stinging enough to make you cry.

But he was still tied up, as he had been for the last hour while you played with his cock. You loved being able to appreciate his body like this. Strong arms tensed as his frustration increased, his hairy chest and stomach damp with sweat. You had flattened your hands against that chest, bouncing on his hard cock at your own pace, taking time to just sit on him and play with your swollen clit while he watched.

You had circled your bud just how you like, coming over and over, his cock there only to satisfy the need to be filled. You could have come just from playing with your sex and watching the frustration on his handsome face. But feeling him settled deep inside you, having Chris’ cock to clench around with each delightful peak, that’s always better.

For Chris, the lack of friction, just the constant pulsing of your tight cunt, had quickly become torturous. When at last you’d started riding him again, you’d focused on making his cock hit that spot inside your cunt just right, bouncing on him only to make yourself come once more. You’d stopped just shy of Chris reaching that point where he might be able to come untouched. He’d yelled at you then, too, as you watched his lovely cock twitching, angry and red, slick from your pleasure.

You pout at him, mouth so close to where he wants you but not quite there. “Why are you being so mean, Daddy?” The temptation to nuzzle into the musky warmth of his crotch becomes too much, and you allow yourself to acquiesce just a little, kissing his balls, letting your tongue drift between them before pulling away again. Chris calls out, somewhere between angry and desperate, his legs jerking. “Do you think if you were being nicer, you might have got what you wanted already?”

When Chris tells you to beg, sometimes you’re shy about it, needing encouragement before you can tell him how badly you need him. You’d never think Chris could be shy in bed, but you thought his pride might get in the way off him begging too much. He proves you wrong when he throws his head back. “Christ! Please! Please, fuck, touch my cock. I have to come, baby. Sweet girl, I have to fuckin’ come.”

The name makes your stomach twist pleasantly, the natural submissive in you preening. You rest your head on his thick thigh and look up at him, wanting just a bit more. “Your sweet girl?”

His cock twitches just a little when he looks down his body at you. Even like this, when he is at your mercy, you want his approval more than anything, and he knows it. Chris smiles at you the way he does when you’ve been good. No longer patronising. Despite the anger in his voice not long ago, he sounds soft and genuine. He knows exactly how to coax you into obedience. “Yeah. My sweet girl. C’mon, my sweet girl, give me your mouth.”

“Mmmm, Daddy,” you hum, grasping the base of his cock and bringing his tip to your eager mouth. You lick one last broad stroke across his head. “Wanna make you come.”

Chris shouts out as you take him in with one long push. The warm weight of him in your mouth is so familiar and comforting that you find yourself drifting into haziness, not needing to think at all to look after Chris like this. You shake your head a little as your lips meet the end of him, throat tightening just right around him. Chris gasps when you pull back again, content you’ve warmed him up after leaving his warm cock in the cold air for so long. You’ve left spit along his length, letting it drip down to his balls. You know that’s what he needs from you. Desperation that makes you forget to think about holding anything back. You just have to be good for him, make him feel good, make him come. That’s all that matters.

When you reach the tip again, you lick at the drops of seed leaking on to your tongue, jerking him with both hands before you sink down again, unable to stop yourself from moaning at the satisfaction that comes with sucking Chris off well. Chris finally gives a long groan that tells you he’s close. Your hands shift, one pressed against his belly, the other gently rolling his balls, helping him along. Right now, you want his thick cum in your mouth more than anything, want to taste him and swallow it down. You take a breath through your nose before pushing yourself forward again, lodging Chris’ cock in your throat as his balls start to twitch in your hand.

“Fuuuck, yes, good girl, so fucking good.” You take his cum straight down, pulling back slowly to catch the last shots your tongue. You savour taste of him as you let him go, ensuring he’s clean of any stray drops before you swallow again, your mouth left empty, your jaw pleasantly sore.

You kiss his thick cock gently as it softens against his stomach. While he catches his breath, you play with the trail of hair on his abdomen. Chris looks sated and sweaty; arms no longer tense but slack on either side of his head. When he sighs and hums in contentment, you set about untying him, sitting on his legs just below his still-sensitive cock. He grasps onto you the second he’s free, trapping you against his chest, warm and content nestled against him. All of a sudden, you’re feeling shy again, burying your face into his neck. You just want to be good for him, even when he gives away some of the power he holds over you. “Was that okay?”

“Fuck. You’ve been holding out on me. You liked ordering me around, huh? It was so good, sweetheart. Loved watching you on top of me, telling me what to do, taking what you wanted from me. Felt how wet you were on my cock. You enjoyed it, yeah?” You nod, finally making eye contact with him just as his gaze turns predatory. “I hope you did, baby. Hope it was worth the beating your ass is going to take for keeping your mouth from me that fucking long.”

#chris evans smut #chris evans #chris evans imagine #my stuff #chris evans x reader #forgot that last one for a second there

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slashscowboyboots · 3 years

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The Blackboard Jungle: Mother Earth and Father Time (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Tag list @izzysdenimjacket @no-stone-no-bone @sexcoffeeandrockandroll @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @smokeandmirrorz @sodalitefully @roger-taylors-car @harley-m-rose @whisperess33 @shawolat @80snikki @rumoured-whispers

All credits to the songwriters

“Well, how did your date go?” Jeff asked, raising his eyebrows.

You made an undignified strangled noise, and he grinned. “Not a match, huh? Was he a J-E-R-K?”

“Was he a cotton-headed ninny muggins?” Colton asked, peering over your desk at you.

“Yes,” you laughed, “he was definitely a cotton-headed ninny muggins. Do you like ‘Elf?’”

“You sit on a throne of lies,” he replied, his head dropping below the edge of the desk.

“And that’s that on that,” you said, looking up at Jeff.

He let out a low whistle. “Ninny muggins? Mmmm.”

“It was bad.”

Jeff placed his hands on his thighs and bent down to you. “How bad? Like gnaw your arm off and flee the trap bad?”

Leaning close enough to feel the warmth of his torso, you whispered, “Like the teacher’s union would need to provide me with bail and attorney fees bad.”

He pursed his lips, so adorable you nearly toppled off your chair. “Oooh, you were thinking nasty thoughts.”

“Very nasty.” You glanced at Mari and Tad. Their romance was on-again, the two of them sitting quietly and coloring the yellow and orange leaves both classes were making. Watching them brought a lump to your throat, knowing they would spend the rest of their lives together, side by side, their bond growing stronger by the year, and you just kept meeting all the effing ninny muggins the world had to offer.

Jeff noticed where your eyes landed and pulled a tight smile. “They make it look so easy, don’t they?”

“They do,” you murmured. With a sigh, you got up from your desk and turned on the TV. You originally had a few qualms about showing your class the animated version of “Charlotte’s Web,” fearing it might be too much, but when your pupils hadn’t shown much concern for the passing of the class’s pet hamster Mr. Whiskers (RIP little guy, you deserved better), you decided to go for it.

They settled into it without much fuss, giggling at Templeton’s gluttonous visit to the fair, but you weren’t so strong. Tears stung your eyes at Charlotte’s first run through of “Mother Earth and Father Time,” but when she said goodbye with:

He turns the seasons around

And so she changes her gown

Mother earth and father time

How very special are we

For just a moment to be

Part of life’s eternal rhyme

you couldn’t stop the tears from falling, and when her children left Wilbur, you were uncontrollably sobbing. Looking over at Jeff in the dim light, you could see the tears shining on his face as well, and when the bell rang, he pressed a strong hand onto your shoulder. “Stay here,” he commanded, then he led the students out to the bus.

“What’s with her?” one of your pupils asked as they walked past your desk.

“She hasn’t been the same since that hamster ate it,” another replied.

When he left, you cried even harder, so frustrated and disappointed that he wasn’t I.Z., that the feelings that grew stronger every day for him were so misguided, and you laid your head on your desk and bawled until you felt gentle fingers combing through your hair.

“Y/N?” Jeff said quietly, “are you okay?”

You looked up at him, sitting on the edge of your desk, and wiped the tears off your heated face, embarrassed by your outburst. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

His mouth pulled into a disbelieving frown. “It’s okay, you know. That-that shit hits a little different now than it did when we were kids.”

“Yeah, I can’t even hardly listen to ‘Landslide’ when it comes on the radio anymore. I just thought life would be different by now. The scenery would’ve changed or-or something.”

He leaned forward and wiped another falling tear off your face. “It’s hard when you don’t have your soulmate. I know.” He moved even closer, placing a warm hand on the side of your wet cheek, and you nearly turned your head to kiss his palm when you heard a small voice say, “Mr. Isbell, I missed the bus.”

“Ok, Iris, I’ll help you get home,” he said, sliding his hand off your face, then he hopped off the desk and walked her out the door.

“People are talking, you know,” Patti snapped.

“They really are going to be talking if I have to wear this dress.” Especially when my nipples spring out and see the light of day.

“Yeah, that blue is too pretty. Can’t have me being upstaged. Girl,” she barked, and the shopgirl appeared in the large dressing area. “Get me another tea length option.”

You turned this way, then that, struggling to free yourself from the zipper in the back, feeling your armpits beginning to sweat. It had been hours since Patti had picked you up, and you had been through nearly every strapless dress in the store. You threw on your robe, then pulled the curtain back to look into Patti’s snarling face.

“Everybody’s talking about you and this Jeff Isbell. Fran even left a passive aggressive post on Facebook about certain people being in each other’s classrooms all the time, and I had to like it. Plus Cynthia made an Insta post about him coming out of your class crying while he put the kids on the bus. I liked that too.”

You accepted a glass of champagne from the tired looking attendant with a gentle “Thank you.” “Let ‘em talk,” you said, taking a sip. “They will anyway.”

Patti held up the dress, eyeing it critically, then shook her head and sighed like the overdramatic pain in the ass she was. “You know, I didn’t want to have to do this, but I really can’t have my dream wedding be overshadowed by whatever kind of scandal you’re determined to get yourself swept up in.”

It was all you could do to not spit out your champagne. She was so irrational it was funny, and it almost sounded like-

“I really am sorry, Y/N, but I can’t have you coming to our wedding with everyone talking about you and him. It’ll take all the focus from me, and that can never happen.”

Fighting the urge to twerk with your ass in her face all around the dressing room, you put your clothes back on while Patti pecked at her phone.

“Did you call me an Uber?” you asked, pulling your shoes on.

“Hell no. I told Brittany Clark she was moving up in the ranks and to get down here right now. I only have this room for 15 more minutes. You can get your own damn Uber, tramp.”

It had been over a week since you’d seen Blaze, but to your amazement, he was sitting on your front porch when you arrived home.

“Where have you been?” he asked, slowly standing up, the pain in his knees from riding bulls for years evident.

“I fed a loudmouth bitch a meal that’s called Fist City,” you said, shaking your sore knuckles.

“Really?” he laughed. “Are you on the run?”

“Maybe,” you said, wrapping your arms around. “But you’re the outlaw stealing my heart.”

“Well,” he sighed, pulling away from you and turning away, “you may ask for me to give it back.”

“Why? Blaze, why?”

“They took my saddle in Houston,” he whispered.

You opened your front door, then turned to him. “Get in here,” you said, pulling him into your arms.

“I may be through with bull riding, but you ain’t through riding bull riders,” he laughed.

“I’ll never be over riding bull riders,” you smiled, throwing your leg over his. “And you’ll never be through riding bulls. You just have to get back on the bull that threw you.”

“I thought that was the horse.”

“Whatever. The point is, Blaze, you can’t give up. Don’t stop believing. Hold onto that feeling, when the bull starts bucking and the clock is ticking. Hold onto that immortal feeling, cause that’s all you got.”

“No, baby,” he growled, rolling you underneath him. “I got you too.”

“You got me forever, Blaze, if that’s what you want.” You reached up and wiped the tears off his face, then kissed the tip of his nose. “How very special we are.”

“Like Mother Earth and Father Time,” he replied, then pressed his lips to yours.

#izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin fanfiction #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses fanfic

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sherrybaby14 · 4 years

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Your Mandalorian

Summary: You try to navigate your pseudo-relationship with The Mandalorian.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, toys, Plot? What plot? PORN

Words: 2500

Pairing: The Mandalorian x female reader

The tension was too much. You’d been in a place like this before, where the air between you and another was thick with need and lust. During your past escapades kissing had always been the first step. But you knew that wasn’t in the cards tonight.

You ran the back of your hand down the portion of his helmet covering his cheek. He flinched when you got to the bottom of his mask, but you knew the code and had no intention of removing his cover.

Your hand continued to run down his armor. The Mandalorian grunted in appreciation. His hand reached out for your hip and he pulled you closer, his thigh sliding between your legs. You wanted nothing more than to slide your tongue between his lips. But that was a fruitless desire.

Instead you brought your chin to his shoulder. He spun you so your hands were against the wall and back facing him. He kicked at your foot and you spread your legs further, as he parted your skirts.

The sounds of him undoing his bindings made you moan. You pressed your forehead to the stone. His cock found your entrance, slick and ready for him.

He dove inside of you, your hands against the wall the only thing keeping your body from crumpling.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” You stare at the ground. “You, for so long.”

His hands slide down your arms until his gloved fingers are intertwined with your own. The cool of his helmet rests on your shoulder. You wish it was the warmth of his mouth but will settle for what he can offer.

The Mandalorian sets the pace, forcing you on to your tiptoes with each thrust. You swear he is growing larger every time he enters your body. You try your best to meet his movements, but you’ve had this fantasy too many times and can hardly believe it is happening.

His right hand disappears from yours and cup the front of your sex. His palm finds your clit and he begins to rub in a circle. A breathy moan leaves your mouth, now you are certain you would crumble to the ground without his support.

“Fuck.” You bite your lip as the coil in your stomach tightens. “I…I….”

You don’t even know what you were about to confess, your head is swimming too much to even formulate words. Then the trap springs lose. Pleasure floods your body as your orgasm is released. It is so powerful you swear you feel the force for the first time in your life.

You ride out the ecstasy before his cock vanishes, leaving you on shaky legs. The muffled sounds of his own release sound behind you. Your body falls forward into the wall, no longer caring if you collapse on the floor in your haze.

His hand is on your shoulder, leading you to the nearby bed. You expect him to leave, but he climbs in next to you, cradling you close to him.

“Hmmmm.” You smile.

“What’s that?” His accent still carries through, even with the barrier of the helmet.

“You’re no long the Mandalorian.” You turn your head and looked up at him with a smile. His body stiffens, but before he overthinks it you finish your thought. “You’re MY Mandalorian.”

The tension eases out of him again. The two of you drift to sleep. You know he will be gone in the morning, but at least you had tonight.

“It’s not enough anymore.” You fold your arms as you stare at your paramour, or at least your paramour’s helmet.

“You know this is the way.” The helmet is obstructing his voice. You need to hear what he really sounds like. “This is my way. I won’t stray from the path.”

The past few months the two of you had made several steps forward. You’d seen his gorgeous body, the scars he’d picked up on the way. But you needed more. You needed the helmet gone. To hear him, to kiss him, to feel his tongue on you.

“What about this?” You held up a blindfold. “I won’t peak. I promise.”

You started to put the thing over your eyes when he reached out and tapped your arm, stopping the gesture as he shook his head no.

“Why not?” You would not cry, but tears of frustration were starting to brew.

“Too much room for error.” Your Mandalorian walked over to your nightstand.

He opened the drawer and shuffled through before pulling out a bag. He turned to face you. If his helmet could show emotion you swore you would’ve seen excitement.

“You…you want me to wear a bag over my head while we fuck?” You had to blink to keep from crying. “Why don’t you just pick me up a Storm Trooper helmet? Then we can both wear masks! Oh, wait I would actually be able to SEE THROUGH THAT!”

You wished the blindfold was a mask heavy enough to chuck at the man.

“You’re offended.” His shoulder slump as he sets the bag down.

“Yes.” You don’t want him to see you cry. “Leave.”

“But…” He reaches for your shoulder.

You turn your back to him and stare at the wall, almost seeing the vision of your first night together play out before your eyes. You never should have let that happen. You never should have fallen this way. Not for a man like him.

“This is my way.” His hand touched your skin, the glove having been removed.

“Not a man.” You shut your eyes and gulped. “A Mandalorian. I almost forgot.”

“No.” He pressed into your skin lightly. “Not a Mandalorian. YOUR Mandalorian.”

You knew what you were signing up for. You couldn’t blame him. There was no hiding back the tears as you turned toward him and buried yourself against his chest.

Any Another relationship you would’ve found yourself with kisses peppering your head, but instead, you felt the cool of the helmet. It wouldn’t be enough. You would need more. But tonight, your body was overcome once more with the need for him. Anyway you could have him. Your Mandalorian.

The next time he visited you your Mandalorian had a big bag flung sideways across his shoulder. For this first time in forever, you were more interested in something other than what his lips felt like.

“What is that?” You noticed it right away.

“A present.” There was a hint of a smile in his voice. “For you.”

You looked at him as he plopped the bag down on the bed, one eye opened more than the other. He nodded for you to open. Your hands worked fast and you removed a strange plank. There were three holes, the center one larger than the other two. All three were lined in padding. There was a split like it could open.

“I don’t…what is it?” You tried to lift it off your bed, but it was heavy.

Your Mandalorian hit a lock on the side and sure enough, the board opened up. You gasped as it dawned on you what it was for.

“Not a bag, but stronger than a blindfold.” He ran his fingers over the place your next was supposed to rest. “It will keep your head immobile. Hands too, so you won’t be tempted to undo the lock.”

“I won’t be able to twist it to the side?” It was stocks. An ancient method of shaming, punishment. “Or it won’t fall over on the mattress.”

“No.” He demonstrated how sturdy the wood was. “You will only be able to stare down at the bed. I had it custom made for you.”

This was messed up. Your pseudo-boyfriend had just gifted you with a device that made your head immovable without covering your face. You should be angry, scream and throw him out, dump him, tell him never to return. But instead, you were touched.

“I’ll be able to hear your voice?” You pushed down the straps of your dress. “ Feel your lips on my skin?”

“Not your mouth.” He nodded. “But your back, shoulders, other places.”

You had to cross your legs as you undressed, the thoughts of finally getting that making your core dampen.

The Mandalorian watched, making no effort to join you in your nudity. You didn’t care if he stripped. All you wanted was that helmet gone.

Once you were naked he took your hand. You knelt on the bed as he moved to your side, guiding your neck down into the stocks. You rested on the padding and let both of your wrists find their spots.

You took a deep breath as he ensured you were situated, then brought the top piece of wood down. The click of the lock echoing across the room.

“Try to move your neck.” There was still the muffle to his voice. You did as you were told.

“I can’t.” The only thing you could see was the bed.

There was a rustle on the bed behind you, your nerves flared at your vulnerability but then you heard the word.

“Good.”

It was unobstructed. Just him, your Mandalorian. His accent sexier, voice clearer. No helmet. A shiver went over your body as it felt like your heart was about to explode. It was him. Just him.

“Ahhh!” You arched your back and cried out when lips came to your shoulder. A tongue ran down your back.

The intimacy you had been missing, the craving was almost too much. You didn’t want to cry, but tears of happiness satisfaction began to tumble.

“Not those noises Love.” There was a romance in his voice. One you’d never appreciated before.

Bare hands were on your thighs, situation your body so you were on your knees, ass in the air. He spread your legs and put a hand on the small of your back. You tried to stick your rear out as much as possible.

“MMMM.” Without the stock, you would have melted into the bed.

He was between your legs, lapping at your sex. His tongue working against your bud, teasing it to a life of its own. You didn’t know if he was on his hands and knees too, until you felt his grab your hips and pull down, impaling yourself on his tongue.

No, he was flat on his back, head between your thighs. You felt a tickle of facial hair against your pussy as you started to grind against his mouth.

You spread your legs as far as they could go, enjoying the way his tongue filled you, the roughness of his skin against your face as you rode him.

You began to pant as he flickered his tongue inside your walls and you rubbed yourself using his face, your slickness now coating him. How he managed to give you this level of control while bound for him was indescribable.

It didn’t take long until your body was in a frenzy, having been denied of this glorious appendage for too long. You rocked and ground down, biting your lip but not hard enough to stifle the sound, his fingertips digging into your flesh, urging you along.

With a whine you came undone. Spasming around his mouth while the continued to lap at you, tasting your very essence as pleasure spread through you.

Your heartbeat was out of control as you lifted yourself off his face, ready to collapse into unconsciousness from the oral.

“You taste better than anything in the galaxy.” Hearing him so clearly made your ache for more as a whimper left your tired body. “Don’t worry. We’re just getting started.”

He kissed up the cheek of your rear to your back, licking, sucking, and biting at your long-ignored skin. You moaned and wiggled, the memory of the orgasm and need for sleep slipping further and further away.

“Your skin belongs between my teeth.” His voice alone made you dizzy but then hit bit down.

A cry left your lips as his teeth went deeper.

“Mark me, make me yours.” You panted, encouraging him on. “Only yours.”

Right now you didn’t care about his limitations, this was enough. He was enough. He was yours. Your Mandalorian. You needed to be his, claimed in the same.

“Forever.” His teeth slid from your skin, leaving a pulsing mark.

His hands were back to your hip. He lined up with your pussy. Even though you were soaked he pushed in slowly. Your body quaked as you felt every bit of him.

“You’re made of velvet.” He groaned. “And every time I fuck you, you feel tighter. Like your body is calling for me. It needs me. Only I know how to satisfy a woman like you.”

His words were making you buck against him. Wanting him to speak and shut the fuck up at the same time.

“Oh my greedy girl.” He circled a hand around your front and found your bundle of nerves. “You’ve never been one for patience. Have you?”

You responded with a moan as he began to stroke you while his cock started to thrust inside of you, making you bounce slightly, but mainly held still by the stocks.

“That’s right. Those beautiful noises. I dream of them when I am away. I hear you calling for me, needing my hands, my drive, my guidance.” He pressed his thumb hard against your clit making an unintelligible noise leave your mouth. “Admit it. Admit you call for me?”

“Every night!” You would say whatever he wanted as the edge of your relief came into view. “I need you, I dream of you, I ache for you!”

“A siren’s call. One that seeks to ruin me, drag me to my death.” He grunted as he bottomed out, picking up the pace in his cock and thumb.

Your legs were shaking as if you were sprinting towards the finish line.

“I welcome death, if it is at your hands.” You didn’t know how you were managing to form a sentence since you couldn’t even form a thought.

“Oh how greedy.” He slammed into you, the sounds of your bodies filling the room. “I am not ready to send you into the dark. Never. Because as much as I am yours. You. Are. MINE.”

With that your world shattered. The shaking in your legs spread to your entire body. He may as well have killed you, the orgasm broke your body as you floated above and looked down at yourself, swearing you saw the top of a head covered by dark hair.

Things spiraled and you fell forward, reconnecting with the pleasure vibrating through you. There was no attempt made to move your head as he vanished from your body, leaving you to ride out your release into sleep.

When you woke, you were cuddled up to the helmeted man, who was fast asleep. You could yank the thing of, see him, be done with the charade. But instead of going for the base of the mask, you rested your fingers against his chest.

You knew what he was when you met him. A Mandalorian. Not much had changed, just that now he was YOUR Mandalorian. And that had to be enough…for now.

#The Mandalorian fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian

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xiaojusaur · 4 years

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Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut

Warnings: Vanilla unprotected sex (stay safe my peeps), oral (receiving), daddy kink

Word Count: 1765

Description: This is a short drabble as a gift for my Secret Admirer @triheartedhero 💖 Hello! I’m the Little Dino in your ask box! I hope you like this! I’m really sorry it isn’t longer, I promise to make it up to you in the future 💚

You woke up in what you wanted to be a normal day, but sadly it was Valentine’s Day and you were meant to spend it alone once again.

The thought of going around and seeing everyone all lovey-dovey, with gifts inside red wrapping and heart-shaped balloons, was making you nauseous.

On days like this, you missed him.

He told you he was a busy man, mostly because he had to perform his tasks as a CEO, but you missed him.

You still remember the first Valentine’s you spent together. He took you out to dinner, bought you flowers and chocolates, and then rented a suite in one of the most expensive hotels in town, obviously to wreck you all night long.

The last few years he had sent you flowers and chocolates but he always has an excuse to not come. It made you wonder if he still liked you at all.

Considering you went from being his sugar baby to a serious relationship scared you since you were always thinking he would get bored.

You got out of bed to make some breakfast to then continue with your normal life.

You decided to play some music while preparing the food to feel the joy of the day. You were only wearing underwear and a big shirt that covered just below your butt cheeks.

You started beating the eggs and started shaking at the same rhythm, enjoying yourself.

Out of nowhere, you felt two arms tangling around your waist. You screeched in panic, who was this?! He pulled you closer to him and when you smelled that cologne, you knew it was him, so you smiled widely. “Joonie?!”

“Hi baby,” he squeezed you and kissed the crook of your neck. You turned around to get greeted by your lover, your tall noodle. You hugged him tightly and he did the same, he picked you and sat you on the counter. You quickly trapped him between your legs, pulling him closer, and kissed him as an instinct. He kissed you back with the usual hunger. You quickly started unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to feel his warmth, but gently grabbed your wrists, stopping you.

You looked at him confused, didn’t he want you anymore? As if reading your thoughts, he said, “I have a surprise for you.” Your eyes shined and you smiled while looking at him, “What is it?”

“Close your eyes,” he said pinching your cheek. You did as told and you heard him mumble, “Such a good girl always.”

He placed something on your thighs, like a rectangular box, but you didn’t open your eyes until he said so.

“You may open them, baby,” he sounded excited.

You had a tiny red box on your legs. You quickly took it and opened it carefully. Inside, there was a think necklace with a green leaf made of emerald as a pendant.

You felt your eyes get filled with tears, “Oh Joonie! It’s beautiful!”

He was smiling proudly, “I’m glad you like it, babygirl,” he kissed your forehead.

“I know I’m not the best at this Valentine's thing, but I really love you. I want you to know it.” There he was, assuring you what you doubted, he knew you so well.

“Joonie, you’re gonna make me cry! Stop!” You whined while you hugged him.

“There’s something more,” he added while tugging a lock of hair behind your ear. You looked at him in anticipation, waiting for the next thing.

“I rented a cottage in the woods, so we can spend some time together, relax... without work issues.”

“Oh my God, Joon! That’s amazing! I love it!” You hugged him again.

“We’re leaving in the morning tomorrow, so start packing up your things,” he kissed the tip of your nose.

“I will, as soon as I finish this breakfast,” you pecked his lips and he smiled sweetly. You were so in love with him.

In the morning, you were ready early because you were excited. Namjoon came early to pick you up. He was wearing shorts and a white shirt, he looked completely stunning.

“Ready to go, my love?” He asked while picking up your stuff and putting it in the trunk of his car.

“I’m so excited!!” You squealed.

He laughed and then got in the car, you did the same. Namjoon took your hand in his and started the car.

The cottage was beautiful! It was made of wood and surrounded by flora, so natural, so organic! Inside, everything was so white and bright, cozy. You would give anything to live here forever.

You went to leave your stuff and to organize the bedroom when Namjoon entered right behind you. He hugged you from behind and pecked your neck softly. You hummed and giggled because it tickled.

“Baby,” he whispered with a deeper voice in your ear, giving you instant goosebumps.

“Yes?” you asked giggling.

“You know how much I love your body, right?” He pulled you closer.

“You do?” You were pretending to be clueless.

“Oh, adooore your body,” he said as his hands traveled down your torso.

“Hmmm... I didn’t know,” you moved your head so he could place his chin on the crook of your neck.

“How about I show you how much I love you, hmm? What do you think?” He squeezed one of your thighs.

You could never get used to how soft his hands were, they were so addictive.

He turned you around and pushed you to the bed, he pinned you down by the wrists and quickly started to kiss your neck. You couldn’t stay still because you missed him so much. “Namjoonie,” you moaned.

He hummed as if asking you what happened.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you breathed.

“Me too, my baby girl,” he stopped for a second to say that.

Namjoon let go of your hand to roam down your body, he switched his kisses to your lips now to try to distract you from where his hand was going. He didn’t lose any time, his hand was already caressing between your legs. You were so eager, you moaned in anticipation.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he growled. Joon kneeled on the bed to take off your pants and underwear at the same time. You gasped as you felt the sudden breeze on your bare core. He kissed right under your navel and you were already holding your breath, you knew what he was about to do.

His eyes were fixed on you while his lips kissed their way down until he reached your mound. He smirked and kissed between your folds, making you throw your head back, succumbing into the pillow. You missed his lips and there he was, reminding you how much you loved them. His tongue darted out, tasting you.

“Mmmm... So sweet as always,” he hummed right on your folds, making your eyes turn in pleasure.

He picked up a pace, giving you fast licks on your clit with the tip of his tongue. Occasionally, he would stop and suck and then started licking again. Your hands were on his head, pulling his hair while he had you moaning uncontrollably already.

“Fuck, Joonie, I’m gonna cum...” you keened.

“Come on my tongue baby girl,” he said stopping for a second to talk and then continued with his ministrations.

You felt the knot on your pelvis trying to snap. You relaxed and you let it happen. You came with a soft moan, whining, pulling his hair to make him stop because of overstimulation.

He stopped, gasping and saying, “Such a good pussy, I love it so much.”

You pulled him by the belt, opening it with despair.

“You’re in such a hurry,” he laughed.

“I want you now daddy, and you want me too,” you panted while watching the bulge in his pants.

He unbuttoned his shirt as you unbuttoned his pants. “Joonie, please, take me,” you begged. He just chuckled.

You took off your shirt because you didn’t want to be half-dressed while he was all naked and glorious right in front of you.

He leaned on you and kissed you. He held his member with one of his hands, looking for your entrance. He knew your body so well, he thrusted without any problem, groaning in the process. “Ugh, you’re so wet, fuck!”

You felt so full of him, you just wanted to feel him as close as possible, so you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You were moaning right on his ear while he thrusted you at a normal pace.

“Gosh! I missed you so much, baby girl,” he panted in your ear. “You feel so warm around me.”

Normally, you two fucked dirty, but today you felt him closer, intimate. You loved this new feeling.

“Joon, please fuck me harder,” you moaned loudly and he complied, the sound of your thighs crashing with each other increasing. He then pushed one of your legs up and placed it over his shoulder, reaching deeper into you.

“Oh my God!!! Right there!!” You screamed. He was hitting just right, your head was on the clouds.

He kneeled on the bed to see you, he seized the opportunity to start rubbing on your swollen bundle of nerves. “Shit! Namjoon!” You moaned at the top of your lungs while he kept his pace.

“I'm gonna cum so hard baby girl,” his confession making you clench around him.

You felt the burning sensation coming over, running through your body slowly. You started arching your back, trying to control your body, not wanting to cum yet.

“Let it out baby,” he noticed you were holding it back.

You were fighting against your body but in the end, you lost. Your orgasm hit you with such a force, you started shaking and whining.

He groaned from watching you and from the feeling. A few thrusts later and he came right after you. He plopped on top of you, cuddling you closer, kissing your cheeks and whispering sweet things. “You’re so beautiful, my love. I love you so much.”

He let you recover and then rolled on the bed, letting you lie on his chest. He was playing with your hair and spoiling you so much. You both lied there naked for the rest of the day.

You two fucked like bunnies around the cottage for the whole weekend. There wasn’t a wall you left untouched. But like this, he reminded you that, even though he was busy most of the time, he still loved you and desired you like the first time.

#bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts #bts scenarios #fanfic #bts smut #bts reactions #kim namjoon #namjoon reaction #namjoon fluff #namjoon smut #rm fluff #rm #rm smut #secret admirer #ksmutclub #secretadmirer2020

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ya-like-space · 4 years

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Snowstorms and Cocoa

Snow is cold. Snow is really freaking cold, which is something that Souji finds out after moving to Inaba. In the city, he never really had to deal with it. But now that he's in the country, it’s now so much bigger of a problem. He’s had to shovel snow three separate times this week alone. That’s too many times! Also, did he mention how cold it is? Because it's so cold .

The bright side was that he got to see Yosuke in winter clothes. Which is how he ended up here, walking aimlessly around town with Yosuke in a goddamn snowstorm. Normally, he’d be holed up in his bedroom, or underneath the new kotatsu he and Nanako had picked out. Nevertheless, when Yosuke had shown up at his door, asking if he wanted to go on a walk, he didn’t have in his heart to turn him down.

They only been out for 15 minutes, and Souji was freezing, and he was sure everyone within a 15 mile radius would be able to hear his teeth chattering. He was just so cold. But when he looked at Yosuke, it didn’t even seem like he was bothered at all.

“Yosuke? Aren’t you cold?”

Yosuke turned to look back at him. Shaking his head, he continued on.

“Of course not partner! Are you?”

“Yes! I’m freezing!”

Suddenly, Yosuke stops in his tracks. He moves back to stand near Souji, and grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers. Souji and him’s relationship was still pretty new, and Yosuke doesn’t really know how to do the whole “PDA” thing. So whenever he tries to do things like these, he always ends up chickening out. But not this time. Blush spreading across his face, Yosuke looks away from him. Even so, he can sense the smile on Souji’s face.

“Better?”

Souji grips his hand tighter, shifting even closer to him.

“Mm. Definitely.”

The snow continues to fall around them, covering the streets and sidewalks in a soft white blanket. They were the only ones outside, the world calm and motionless around them. It felt like walking around in a dream. There was something about it that made them feel serene. Souji no longer felt cold. The warmth surrounding his hand was making him feel content. Being close to Yosuke like this, in such a peaceful state, was wonderful.

They slowly start making their way back to the Dojima household, as the snow starts falling harder and harder, till they’re walking in a full on snowstorm. By the time they reach the house, it’s reached blinding levels of snowfall.

It wouldn’t be safe for Yosuke to walk home in this, so Souji insists on him staying over. He calls his parents to let them know what happened, and console a crying Teddie, who’s upset that he doesn’t get to see Sensei. It takes 5 minutes to convince Ted that he can’t come over right now, only managing to persuade him after promising to buy him a box of topsicles.

When Yosuke finally hangs up, Souji’s moving around in the kitchen, and that’s when he gets an idea.

He waits until Souji turns around before quietly making his way inside, his face softening as he watches Souji moving around the kitchen with a happy little smile as he hummed quietly to himself, stirring a small pot on the stove.

Seeing Souji like that wasn’t going to stop Yosuke from being a massive shit and messing with him.

Taking advantage of the fact that Souji’s guard was down, Yosuke snuck up behind him, making sure that he wasn’t holding anything dangerous that would accidentally hurt either of them before leaning forward and putting his hands on Souji’s shoulders.

Souji let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a squeal, and Yosuke was almost entirely convinced that Souji was in some part a cat, from how he practically hit the ceiling when he jumped.

Yosuke was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, and it was so unbelievably worth it.

“Yosuke!”

Souji turns around and Yosuke traps him in his arms, preventing him from moving.

“Hey partner.”

Unfortunately, he didn’t manage to trap Souji’s arms, and ended up getting bopped on the head.

“What did you scare me for?”

“You were an easy target! It was the only logical thing to do.”

Souji smirked.

“Of course of course. And I assume you don’t want any of the hot chocolate I’m making?”

Yosuke would never turn down anything made by Souji, least of all his fantastic hot chocolate. One of the best things Yosuke’s ever had. He lets Souji go back to what he was doing, leaving the room to go and sit under the kotatsu.

He watches Souji in the kitchen, standing over the stove, making the hot chocolate from scratch because he doesn’t use hot chocolate mix. Of course he doesn’t. That would be blasphemy. Subconsciously, Yosuke walks back into the kitchen and wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, resting his head on Souji’s shoulder. He cranes his neck to sniff at the pot on the stove.

“Mmmm. Smells delicious.”

Souji turns to nuzzle his cheek, setting down the wooden spoon he was holding. “Good. Could you get some mugs?”

They walk into the living room hand in hand, carrying their cocoa, and cuddle up on the couch under a blanket. Yosuke takes a long sip of his drink, leaning back into Souji’s chest. It really is delicious. He never understood how Souji can be so good at cooking, even with simple things like this. Honestly, it only makes Yosuke love him more.

After they’d finished their drinks, Souji had flicked on the TV, putting on old Featherman R reruns. Yosuke flipped over to lie on Souji’s chest.

"I like this."

Souji chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that Yosuke felt resonate against his chest.

"I'm glad you do, Partner ," he said, moving his hands up to tangle themselves in Yosuke’s hair

Yosuke felt himself heat up at the rare use of his own nickname back at him.

"You ass," his words muffled against Souji’s shirt. "Quit making me feel all embarrassed."

"Payback for scaring me in the kitchen"

Yosuke groaned, burying his face further into Souji’s chest. "I hate you."

"Nahhhh, you love me."

Now even more embarrassed, Yosuke pulls himself closer to Souji, intertwining their bodies completely, nudging his head into Souji’s neck.

“Mm. Yeah. Yeah I do.”

“I love you too, partner,” Souji replied softly, drifting closer and closer to sleep.

Moments later, Yosuke felt Souji move against him, and he shifted to look up at him. He had fallen asleep entirely now, and was breathing softly, with a gentle smile on his face. He looked so peaceful, lying there, and Yosuke couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he curled himself around Souji. Yosuke fell asleep soon after, to the beat of Souji's heart, his breathing, and the sounds of gentle snowfall outside the window.

@souyoweek2020 Day 5 | snowstorm

Day 5!! For this one i had like, 2 other ideas for this, but i ended up picking this one. This one combined the other two ideas i had, one was gonna just be the snowstorm, the other was the hot chocolate. I did kinda give Souji my views on snow. it really cold. I also looked up a goddamn snow calendar for this thing. which is something that exists. in 2011 in japan it snowed for like 2-3 months straight apparently. which is neat. i imagine this takes place like late december early january.

#souyoweek2020 #souyo #souji x yosuke #yu x yosuke #souji seta #yu narukami #persona 4 protagonist #yosuke hanamura #persona 4 #p4 #i really dont like snow #tho it is pretty

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rhubarbplants · 4 years

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hi @dreamsarelikedragonflies merry Christmas and happy holidays! as you know I was your secret Santa so here you go. just a warning there are supernova spoilers.

The top of the Renegades Tower was peaceful. It was cold, that's for sure, but definitely also peaceful. The wind whistled past the glass balcony and a few stray snowflakes flew into her face. Nova was looking out at Gatlon city as everyone prepared for the holidays. Prodigies set up lights and pine tree roping. Some were creating a dusting of snow in the parks. The shops were bursting with customers buying loads of presents for their loved ones. Somehow everyone found a way to pitch in, everyone lifted each other up rather than push them down. Callum would have loved this, to see the world become what he always knew it could be. Winston would never have turned down the chance to frolic with everyone he would not distance himself from the joy and festivity of it all the way Nova was doing now. Even Honey, though Nova tried not to think about her these days, would have enjoyed dressing up for the celebration, spending the holidays above ground, dressed in gowns and furs.

The Anarchists had tried to do a Christmas celebration once. Winston had found a small pine tree and Ingrid had put a few of her small glowing bombs on the tree as lights. But the lights had detonated and they decided not to have a tree next year. Or ever again, for that matter.

“They should be here,” Nova whispered into the cold evening air, her breath froze in the wind drifting off like a cloud of smoke.

No one heard her, no one responded.

Then the door to the tower stairwell screeched. Nova jumped and turned around. When she saw it was Adrian though she let out her breath with a laugh.

“They should really make the elevator come all the way up here, it doesn’t make sense to have to get out and take the stairs the last floor,” Adrian said.

“You should ask your dad’s at Christmas dinner.”

“Maybe I will”

“How did you know I was up here?” Nova asked.

“It was either here or your office, and it's the holidays, even you wouldn't be in your office when you have the day off.” He wrapped his arms around her and Nova leaned up to kiss him. She was happier than ever since the Supernova. She had found her true family. People who cared about her for who she was, not what she could do for them.

“Why aren’t you down celebrating?” Adrian asked.

“I could ask you the same thing?”

“I just wanted to be with you, now stop dodging my question.” He said playfully. “We should go inside though, it's getting colder.”

“No, you’re warm enough,” Nova said leaning even closer into Adrian. His hands carded through her short hair and he hummed considering her argument.

“Yeah, but my dad is making cookies at home.” That got Nova’s attention right away. Hugh’s cookies were delicious, like actually heavenly, and he only made them on special occasions. They were classic chocolate chip but somehow they tasted better than any Nova had ever had before.

“Fine.” Nova pouted “but just for the cookies”

“We should get home before Max and Simon eat them all” he laughs. Adrian holds the door open and he and Nova walk down the stairs hand in hand.

“What were you thinking about up there?”

“Who says I was thinking about anything?”

“I know that look,” Adrian said. He squeezed her hand and nova took a breath to steady herself. She kept walking down so that she didn’t have to dwell,

“I was just thinking about all the people who are gone, Callum, Winston, and even Leroy.”

“Leroy’s not gone Nova, we sent him an invitation for Christmas Eve dinner.”

“Which is four days away and he still hasn’t replied, Adrian lets face it, he’s not going to show up.” Nova’s breathes were ragged and small tears appeared at the corners of her eyes. The couple stopped. Adrian wiped a tear from Nova’s cheek and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight.

“He still cares Nova, if he doesn’t come, just know it’s not about you, my family basically ruined his life, if I were him I wouldn’t want to have dinner with us either.” They begin to walk again, in silence this time. Their footsteps echoed loudly in the empty stairwell. Adrian pushed open the industrial door and they walked into a hallway that looked a bit like a hotel. The floors were carpeted and there was a smattering of soulless interior design.

Nova pushed the button and they waited, together, in silence for a moment at the elevator rose to meet them. The door opened with a buzz and they walked in. The double doors closed behind them.

“Nova come on, you have to-

“No, I can’t if he doesn’t want to see me that-

“He does want to see you, he just doesn’t want to see me.”

“Adrian, he abandoned me.”

“You don’t know that”

“Yes, I do.”

At least try.”

“Try what?” Nova’s face was pained “he was the closest thing I had to a father, and now he’s gone.”

“Maybe ask if he can meet you one on one, sometimes.”

“Maybe.” Nova pulled Adrian into an embrace and dried her tears on his shirt “Thank you.”

The Elevator doors slid open.

“Oh hi guys” It was Oscar, and Ruby was standing right next to him. Ruby’s mouth was open just a bit as if she was searching for “well this is awkward, see you guys tomorrow” Oscar's voice was cheery and his smile was infectious as he Elbowed Adrian. The two couple traded places in the elevator and as the doors closed, Nova squeezed in a

“Happy holidays!”

……………………………..

Once they got to the Mayor's Mansion, the snow was falling in huge cottony flakes. The streets were covered in holly and fairy lights but they were practically invisible in the snow. Adrian recounted his day supervising the decorators. He punctuated each moment with a gesture or a laugh telling the story in a cartoony sort of way.

“And so this man with electric powers tried to turn the lights on but he ended up setting the pine garlands on fire so we had to get Snuffer to put them out.”

“My day was way more boring than yours!” Nova exclaimed.

“Weren’t you organizing the Carolers Concert?”

“Yeah, paperwork and phone calls. Fun.”

“Well, it's going to turn out amazing,” Adrian reassured. They walked up the steps to Adrian’s house and Nova could already smell the cookies baking in the oven. She and Adrian stood at the doorstep and Adrian held Nova’s hand.

“I love you.” He said

“I love you too.” Nova leaned up and met Adrian’s lips. They kissed softly for a moment, their warmth seemed to melt the cold around them. Nova pulled away smiling. She knocked on the large blue door and the couple waited hand in hand for someone to open the door. Nova heard someone shout something and footsteps running to the door. The doorknob twitched and the door sprang open to reveal max in reindeer pajamas.

“Dad! Pops! Nova and Adrian are home!” He shouted into the house. Then he lowered his voice “Simon is strategically positioned right next to the cooling rack where the cookies are so he can be the first to get to the cookies, I need you guys to help me make a plan.”

“Um, aren’t there enough for everyone?” Nova asked.

“Not on Christmas,” Adrian explained with a smile “On Christmas, we basically do a Hunger Games-style cookie war and Pops usually wins. It's a tradition and this is Max’s first year.”

“Ok then I have a plan,” Nova said.

………………………….

When the three entered the kitchen Simon was indeed standing nonchalantly next to the cookie rack. But Nova knew her plan would work, she knew how to undermine the council, she had done it before she would do it again. Adrian was up first.

“Hey Pops, how was your day?”

“Pretty stressful, you know, Council work.”

“Why don’t you sit down and talk to me about it.”

“No, I’m pretty comfortable right here”

“Ok well, I need to work on some schematics.” Nova nodded and Adrian pulled up his bag and made a show of looking through it. “Oh darn it, I left it in your office, can you go get it for me? I don’t know the code for your office.”

Simon spoke up “didn’t you figure it out last month?”

“He did but I changed it because he broke in and saw all his birthday presents.” Now they had him trapped. Either Simon sent Adrian upstairs and he saw all the Christmas presents, or he abandoned the cookies.

“Fine, I’ll go look for them.”

Nova’s lips twitched into a smile and Max did a discreet celebratory dance. Simon sighed as he left his post and trudged to his office. Once he was gone Adrian pressed a chaste and happy kiss to Nova’s lips

“You are amazing!” he said as Nova and Max took up positions by the cookies.

“Ok they’re ready now,” Hugh said smiling, “good job, but save one or two for Simon alright.”

“Mmmm, Nah,” Max said smirking. He shoved one into his mouth. Adrian retrieved a plate and the three began to pile it with cookies. They were chocolate chip cookies and Hugh had made them with his secret recipe. Just as they were finishing up Simon appeared in the doorway with a betrayed look on his face.

“Protect the cookies!” Adrian said

“Run!” Max shouted

They ran out of the kitchen and to Adrian’s room, stumbled over themselves with laughter.

#Supernova #supernova spoilers #Renegades #Marissa Meyer #nova artino #adrian everhart #max everhart #secret santa

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bcbdrums · 4 years

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62. Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up (Drakgo)

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There was a cool breeze blowing, and it was a moonless night. But the lights from the deck illuminated the beach for several yards, so Drakken stood about five feet off of the wooden boardwalk into the sand. He was still wearing his swim trunks but had put on a jacket to protect against the chill of the night air.

There wasn't much of the dark ocean to see that night, but still he gazed out over the waters thoughtfully. For once in his life...he didn't have something to think about. Or rather, while he did...there was nothing he could do about the situation. So he recognized there was no point in thinking about it. Not to mention... It scared him.

Behind him the windows of the large beach house were open, so he heard when the shower turned off, indicating Shego had finished. They had had a remarkably fun and relaxing first day at their new residence spent exploring as much of their small island as they could. Shego had even convinced him to try wake-boarding, which he decided after trying he'd rather watch her do than do again himself.

The day had been a nice change from their recent endeavors, but exhausting. And now that it was coming to a close he felt his mind wandering back to the problem that had brought them to the beach house in the first place—or rather, the safe house. Because that's what it was.

"Drakken."

He turned around and saw Shego approaching wearing a blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up and the hem hitting at the middle of her thighs. The fabric was almost transparent, not helped by the touch of her damp hair, and he could see she'd donned her undergarments as well.

"Mm?"

"You probably shouldn't be out here," she said.

There was concern and demand in her voice, but her face and eyes were smiling.

He smiled back. "What are you going to do about it?"

She stepped into the sand beyond the boardwalk, the particles sticking to her damp feet, and walked until she was right in front of him.

"What do you think I should do about it?" she asked with a smirk.

Drakken pretended to look thoughtful. "Should I be punished?"

Shego made an equal show of deep thought. "Hmmm....yes. You sleep on the couch tonight," she said, turning and walking back to the house.

"What...? But... Shego!" Drakken pleaded.

She glanced back and smirked playfully as she ascended the patio steps.

"Get up here and change my mind," she teased.

Drakken's grin became fierce and he broke into a run. She squealed in delight and attempted escape, but he caught her around the waist and tackled her down onto the soft cushions of the double-chaise lounge.

He had her pinned with his weight and with his hands on her elbows as they lay askew on the large, flat surface. They exchanged a playful, happy look for a moment before she smirked again.

"I don't see you convincing me."

Drakken kissed her lips softly, and then immediately switched his attentions to her neck.

"Mmm!" she hummed in delight and bit her lower lip, her back arching and pressing her body up into his.

He pushed her damp hair aside and continued kissing up behind her ear, then over her ear, and onto her forehead.

"Mmmm...." she hummed, sighing this time as her arms went around him and lazily fell down his back, her fingers just barely clinging to his jacket to keep her arms from falling.

Drakken slowly kissed all across her forehead, then down to the tip of her nose. He placed longer kisses on each cheek in turn, and then nuzzled his lips against hers. She met him with passion, her tongue pressing at the center of his lips until he relented and allowed the sensuous touch.

Her arms found their strength as she gripped his back tightly, and her slim body writhed beneath his. Drakken wondered what had gotten her so frisky as he kissed her passionately, shifting to be fully over her as her legs wrapped around his.

She broke the kiss suddenly with a gasp and a sigh, and then looked adoringly into his eyes. "Let's go inside."

Drakken began to shift, and then paused with an amused smirk.

"Were you just...trying to get me back in where it's safe?"

Shego's brow rose as her expression suddenly became serious. "Are you complaining?"

Drakken's face fell ever-so slightly. "I just...well, I think..."

Shego stopped his words by trapping his lower lip between hers, and then kissing his cheek.

"Let's go inside," she said with a mischievous smile.

Drakken took a slow breath and his good humor returned. "The bed does look really comfy."

Shego smirked. "Only one way to find out."

Gray light was the first sensation Drakken became aware of. And then the odd mixture of heaviness and lightness of the plush white comforter of the queen-sized bed in the beach house. He was aware of his head on the pillow, and of feeling perhaps just slightly too warm. But he was too exhausted to do anything about it.

The activity of the day before, plus the stress of their new situation were the cause of his weary state, he knew. Those, and the veritable marathon Shego had put him through after they had agreed to test out the bed had taken the last of his energy. Though he and Shego had been a couple for more than half a year and he was comfortable with their relationship, he still frequently found himself awed by her passion and desire...for him, of all people.

He let the gray light fade as he drifted back into the memories of the day and night before. Lunch on the patio... Laughter as they teased each other about the different foods they refused to eat... Shego laughing as he fell off the wake-board time and again, while she looked like a professional athlete each time it was her turn. Holding hands as the sun went down and they walked their island's perimeter beach... And then the night.

What a night.

Drakken hadn't realized it was possible to make love for so many hours. But Shego obviously had knowledge he didn't, and she'd made it last. In the warm lamp light of the nearly all-white room he felt as if they'd been transported to another world, and for those hours he forgot that anything existed beyond those walls and the woman he loved.

In his half-awake state he recalled every kiss, every touch... The look of love and elation in her eyes through it all... The chilling reality that had sent them to the island suddenly seemed very far away. He had never been happier than he'd been in the past twenty-four hours. And making it extra special was the awareness that Shego was very deliberately trying to make him happy.

His thoughts tried to drift to the reason for their isolation, and he forced himself to focus on the present. The softness of the bed, the warmth and pure comfort he felt...

He realized suddenly that Shego wasn't in his arms. He opened his eyes to tiny slits in the gray pre-dawn light and saw her calm, sleeping face about a foot away in the large bed. She had the sheets and comforter pulled up to her chin just as he did, and she looked as peaceful and happy as he felt.

He shifted on the bed to close the distance between them and set his arm around her waist. After their marathon of love-making the night before he had tiredly donned his pajama pants and she had playfully stolen the shirt. He felt the familiar fabric at her waist for a moment before he relaxed and let himself drift back into sleep.

The new day and its realities could wait.

He must have only been asleep for minutes before he woke again to the gray light, but this time it was to Shego's arm around him and her fingers slowly moving through his hair. When he peered at her her eyes were closed, but something about his posture must have signaled his wakefulness because she opened her eyes ever-so-slightly to look at him.

"Mmm..." Her hum was so soft he might not have heard it but for her placing her lips un-moving against his.

He smiled tiredly in pleasure and lightly pressed back against the sweetness of her kiss. She hummed again and returned the gesture, this time parting her lips ever-so slightly to try to capture one of his.

She closed her eyes again and he followed suit, slipping his arm further around her and burying his hand in her hair. He put all of his limited focus into gently capturing her lips between his and slowly pulling away. She responded with an equally slow but lazy open-mouthed kiss, her tongue tracing against the small parting of his lips before she pulled away.

"Mmmh..." she murmured ever-so softly, "Dr. D..."

He responded with a kiss in kind, their tongues meeting briefly in a soft caress, before he shifted his body closer to rest his forehead against hers. His attention had been effectively refocused, but he had no desire to wake up. The peace of the moment was too great to break, and he concentrated on the the coolness of her forehead, the softness of her hair, and the feel of her breaths as her stomach pressed against his in rhythm.

He sleepily kissed her again but missed his target, only touching the corner of her mouth. She slid her lips over to meet his and after the soft pressing, she captured his lower lip again and nibbled it lightly. He blindly allowed it, too happy to wonder at any of her actions anymore.

She shifted closer to press her body tightly into his, wrapping one leg around him as she kissed him more softly and then hummed in contentment. He mirrored the touch and let his lips linger against hers for several seconds before sighing softly through his nose and letting his head sink into the pillow again.

Moments passed. He was very nearly asleep again, so much so that he almost didn't notice when her lips rested on his and pressed with a feather-light touch.

"Mmm... Your lips are warm..." she murmured, her words almost slurring together.

He didn't want to wake up. He wanted to stay in the perfect moment forever. But a familiar thought reached him that he had never voiced, and it was the type of thought to keep a person up at night. He pulled back enough that she blinked and peered at him through bleary eyes.

"Why me...Shego?" he breathed. "You could have had anyone."

She looked almost sad for a moment as her fingers ran through his hair.

"There isn't anyone else I wanted," she answered. And she ended the conversation by snuggling back against him and kissing him soundly.

He gasped in surprise at the sudden, powerful kiss, but he returned it. Gradually the intensity faded back to the half-awake calm they had rested in before. She rested her face against his as her lips softly kissed his cheek, and then his lips.

"Don't ever talk like that again, Drew Lipsky," she said softly against his lips.

Drakken's heart soared. He held her close and let his lips speak for him, tired though he was.

As the minutes passed he felt himself drifting back to sleep, despite the brightening of the room beyond his closed eyes. He knew the sun was coming up. But he was ready again to forget everything else in the world except the woman he loved sleeping in his arms.

Until...

'Beep beep beep beep.'

A quiet, distant beeping sound reached his ear. It was so quiet he was surprised he'd heard it at all. He listened again for a long moment, thinking perhaps he'd imagined it. But then he heard it again. And again.

His eyes flew open. Shego's already were, and met his.

"Sheg—"

She moved faster than he could speak, rolling out of the bed and slipping her underwear on and then shoving her feet into her tennis shoes. Drakken sat up and looked around in fear as Shego buttoned the pajama shirt to a decent level.

"What if it's—"

She silenced him with an upheld hand, her eyes cold and alert as she listened.

The fierce anger and determination in her eyes that should have made him feel safe only made him more fearful, and he sat up and hugged his knees to his chest, looking around their haven nervously.

The quiet beeping sounded again. Shego's eyes narrowed. A moment...and it came again.

Drakken shifted, but Shego's hand halted him with a gesture for the second time. She gave him a look that could freeze the hearts of even the most hardened criminals. He knew that his task was to be as still and invisible as possible.

Shego stepped soundlessly to the door and vanished.

Drakken didn't even dare move his head to look around. He listened for Shego's step anywhere in the house, but she was a master of stealth. Which was good for him, because if their safe house had been compromised then whoever might be invading would never know she was coming.

The first attempt on his life had been nerve-racking to say the least—an exploding taxi-cab, that he hadn't been sitting in by mere chance as he had paused to give Shego a goodbye kiss before he left for his lecture. Of course after that incident, she had set herself to attending all of the remaining lectures on his tour.

Nearly being run over twice in the next week had caused him to watch his back every time he crossed a street. But potential death-by-car doesn't induce the same level of fear as almost being shot. It changes one's entire way of viewing the world, he realized several days afterwards. The bullet passed so close to his face that he could hear it and feel the heat and the air displacement. He later learned from forensics it was the type of bullet that explodes once entering its target, and would have completely obliterated his skull...

Needless to say, he had become afraid to leave the lair. And afraid to stay inside, since it wasn't exactly a secret where he lived after he had saved the world from an alien invasion. And after a week of him jumping at his own shadow, it had been Shego who contacted Global Justice. As they were Drakken's sponsors for his lecture tour, it hadn't taken any convincing for them to send the couple away to a private island where they could disappear until whoever was after Drakken was found and captured.

Drakken realized suddenly that the beeping had stopped. He listened intently.

A minute passed. And then he thought he heard the faintest shift of fabric. A moment later he identified the sound as someone sitting on a plush chair. He slipped as slowly and silently as possible out of the bed and tiptoed to the open doorway, peering out.

Across the hall and through another door, he could just make out Shego sitting on the living room sofa. Her elbows were on her knees as she leaned forward with her head in her hands, a look of distress marring her features.

Drakken's brow furrowed. He knew they were safe, or else he'd have heard a commotion. So why...?

Shego rubbed her eyes with one heel of her hands and looked up, blinking several times.

Drakken bit his lip and turned to tiptoe back to the bed as understanding dawned. Shego was as terrified as he was. But she wasn't letting it show. In fact, she had been uncharacteristically cheerful since a few days before their departure from the lair.

Their first day at the beach house, like a dream vacation, and their night of passion... Drakken realized it was all for his benefit, to help him forget the threat on his life.

She was so strong.

He had resumed his position sitting on the bed by the time Shego re-entered the room. She tossed a small battery once in her hand before setting it atop the vanity and then stepping back to the bed with her brow twisted in annoyance.

"What was it?" Drakken asked.

"Carbon monoxide detector. Low battery. I changed it," she said, as she sat down and pushed her shoes off.

Drakken bit his lip and pressed forward with the difficult subject. "This would...probably be over faster if you helped with the investigation."

Shego turned to him with a sharp gaze. "It's a terrorist organization. They probably have operatives in every country. For once, this is actually a job better suited to Global Justice." She turned to crawl on her knees and toward him over the bed. "And you'll be safer with me."

Drakken nodded at her conversation-ending tone, his brow furrowing.

Shego's hand applying slight pressure under his jaw caused him to look up. She was smirking at him and her eyes were adoring.

"I believe you were kissing me?" she said.

He stared into her eyes. And deep beneath the happiness she projected he could see the calculation, the concern, and the determination. While he realized now that part of her motivation was to keep him calm and distracted, he also knew her desire was true, or she wouldn't be doing it.

She was still Shego.

He opened his arms to her and she nestled into his embrace. He kissed her once, but then pulled away to hug her tightly.

"I love you so much..." he breathed into her hair as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

He felt her tense ever-so slightly, but he ignored it as he gently rocked her. The words weren't something they said often, showing their affection more through actions. But nothing felt more right in that moment. After all...her very presence on the island, her promise of protection, and her ardent attempts to make him forget the reason for their isolation were her own declaration of love. And what did he have to give back to her?

After a minute he felt the slight tension leave her and she pulled back to look at him, her hands moving up to gently hold the sides of his face.

As he looked into her eyes the pretense was gone, and he could see her worry more clearly. But the love was stronger as she stared at him.

"I love you too," she said.

He smiled gently and set his forehead against hers.

"I...believe you were kissing me?" he said softly.

She smiled broadly as she brought her lips to meet his. She hummed in pleasure as he returned the kiss, and he pulled her down to snuggle back into the bed. And for that moment, the only world that existed was the one with her smiling in happiness as they melted into each other's embrace.

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thiswasinevitableid · 5 years

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"we sleep together the same night a terrible snowstorm hits the city and everything gets shut down so now i have no way to get home so let’s make it a two night stand?" indruck prompt? (eyes emoji)

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Duck stretches out on the cushy lounge seat at “Woofs,” his favorite gay bar in the city. He’s in a celebratory mood, having scored a promotion (okay, so it’s from “almost full time” to “actually full time” ranger, but that’s still pretty damn good). So he’d fucked off to the big city for a night for as a reward.

He’s not sure if he’ll score in another way just yet. Duck isn’t prone to prowling at these places; if a guy is bear hunting and happens to like the look of him, he’s more than happy to dial up his quiet charm. Maybe growl in the guys ear a little and see if that gets them to a car or apartment or somewhere else where his date can bounce in his lap until he comes in some tight, if forgettable, ass.

He used to be more proactive, but if he’s honest it feels weird being thirty-two and trying to put the moves on a guy who might be ten years younger than him,

As he sips his beer, a flash of white hair catches his eye. At the end of the bar nearest him, a skinny, gangly man of indeterminate age is drawing a finger around the rim of his glass. He turns for a moment in Ducks direction and he’s struck by how strange he looks. Not bad, but like no one Duck’s ever seen before. He doesn’t seem dressed for the setting, in fact he looks a little disheveled, and not in the scruffy way Duck is trying to pull off.

Duck keeps an eye on him, looking for signs of interest. What he gets is the man staring at his drink for a solid five minutes, stirring it but never drinking. When he finally glances Ducks way again, he looks sad.

No, no way, Duck is not spending the night he set aside to relax and get laid seeing if someone random guy at a bar is okay.

The seat next to the mystery man opens up.

Duck stands.

“Mind if I sit here?” He gives his most neutral smile.

The pale-haired man stares at him, eyes seeming far away behind the red lenses of his glasses.

“Oh, no, go right ahead.” He flashes a tight, oddly wide smile, goes back to staring at his drink. Takes the tiniest sip and makes a disgusted face.

“Not an Old-fashioned man, huh?”

“I just like the cherries, the rest is too bitter. I saw too late there was an eggnog cocktail. Really only have money for the one drink.”

Duck’s beer is empty. He signals the bartender, orders an Old-Fashioned. When it arrives, he slides it towards the other man, cherry stem pointed at him.

The man pauses, and to Duck it looks like he’s calculating odds in his head. Then he plucks the cherry from the glass and tugs it off the stem with his teeth.

“Thank you.” His smile is shy, and this time he doesn’t turn away. So Duck keeps talking.

“Alright, I gotta know, do you only come to this place for cherries?”

“No. I came here because once again no one listened to me and I am so very tired. I thought I could get past my distaste for alcohol in order to get drunk and enjoy not having to think for awhile. No such luck.”

“So you were plannin just to sulk into your drink all night?”

“It was the probable outcome.” He looks longingly at the jar of maraschino cherries just visible on a back shelf.

“Y’know, if you order a shirley temple it’s got a bunch of those in it and no booze.” When the other man perks up he adds, “could even buy one for you, if that ain’t unwelcome.”

The man cocks his head as he looks at him, “Is this a flirtation?”

“Can be, if you want.” Duck takes a casual sip of his drink. The taller mans eyes trace from his hair down to his toes, widening with appreciation the more he takes him.

“I’m certainly interested.” This comes out in a purr, and Duck feels heat spark through his gut.

He’s delighted to find that he made a remarkably good call coming over here. His new friend is odd, yes, but also pretty damn funny, with a cute, crooked smile a promising shape to his ass. As they talk, he relaxes, his glum look vanishing, and he places soft, teasing touches on Ducks hand, arm, and thigh.

By the time Duck’s finished his drink, he’s pretty sure where this night is going.

A cherry is resting on the ice in his glass. He plucks it out, holding it between his thumb and finger. His companions’ eyes flick to the fruit, then to Ducks face, and a mischievous grin spreads across his lips. He leans forward, parting them and taking the cherry before licking along Ducks palm.

“Mmmm” he purrs again, doesn’t bother to put any distance between them.

“You got a name, darlin?” Duck whispers, voice husky.

“Indrid. And you’re-”

“Duck.” He replies, though it almost sounds like Indrid says it along with him.

“Duck” Indrid repeats, “huh, I like that name.”

Duck likes it too. And he’s got a hunch he’s going to like it even more when Indrid is moaning it.

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Ducks’ hunch is correct.

“Duck.” Indrid whines, breathy and needy, pressed against the door of the Winnebago that he apparently calls home, “Duck, please, bedroom, now.” Deft, slender fingers are tugging his shirt open and he’s harder than he’s been in months.

“Don’t want me to fuck you right here?” He grins, cupping Indrids ass and lifting him off the floor with ease (thank you weird powers he doesn’t want).

“Goodness!” Indrid wraps his legs around Ducks waist, “That was a surprise. I don’t get many of those.”

“Got good news for you, sugar.” Duck purrs, making Indrid wiggled excitedly in his arms, “I’m full of ‘em.”

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Duck wakes up to snow falling in thick sheets beyond the small window in the bedroom. It’s a little later than he meant to wake up, but it’s Sunday and the drive to Kepler isn’t that long so he’s not in that big of a hurry.

Indrid is curled in his arms, limbs intertwined haphazardly with his own. He makes a small, chirping noise, then cuddles closer.

Duck could probably just get up and go without Indrid noticing. But he’s got manners, and it would be impolite to leave without thanking his host for a lovely time.

He kisses the top of Indrids’ head, “Mornin, sugar.”

“Nmmmh.” Indrid’s eyes flutter open behind his glasses, then he peers over Ducks shoulder out the window.

“I hate snow. ‘S cold.” He grumbles, burrowing further under the blankets.

“Well, you hunker down for the day then. I gotta get on the road, snow’s liable to make gettin home take way long than I planned.”

“But you’re warm.” He holds Duck tighter, kissing lightly at his neck.

“And you’re real fuckin cute. But I still gotta go.”

“Very well.” Indrid smiles softly, “I’m glad you decided to celebrate with me last night. Congratulations on being a park ranger. It must be fascinating work. Do you like it?” The sweet, sleepy look on his face makes Duck melt a little.

“I see what you’re tryin to do” he teases, squeezing Indrids ass once for good measure, “you’re tryin to distract me, get me talkin about trees so you can steal my warmth.”

A sly smile this time, “perhaps a little. I won’t really keep you though. If you need to shower, it’s just through there.”

Duck thanks him, slips from the bed and heads into the bathroom. Emerges with a towel around his waist a few minutes later, gathering his clothes from where they were strewn about during last nights activities. Indrid is bundled in a thick, fluffy bathrobe, fiddling with the radio at the front of the trailer. As Duck retrieves his boxers from a lampshade, Indrid murmurs, “oh dear.”

A moment after, the radio informs them that a massive storm is moving through the area, and that travel is inadvisable at best and impossible at worst.

“Looks like you may be here another night.” Indrid says apologetically, his face lit warmly by the space heaters dotting the Winnebago.

“Can think of worse things.” He notices Indrid staring, remembers he’s still only in a towel.

“See somethin you like?”

“I should think that was obvious.”

“I’m tryin to be smooth here, darlin.”

“Be bold instead.” Indrid licks his lips and Duck shrugs, letting the towel drop to the floor.

“That bold enough for yAHhhhhnnn, fuck.” Duck is pressed against the kitchen counter, Indrid dropping to his knees and rolling a condom on so swiftly that Duck swears it was like a magic trick, before taking all of Ducks cock in his mouth in one go.

“Jesus, jesus sugar, oh fuck that feels so good.” He pets his fingers through white hair as Indrid looks up, smug expression clear even as his lips turn shiny with spit and lube.

“That’s, darlin, oh lord have mercy, fuck, your throat is so fuckin tight, feels amazin.”

Indrid purrs, which makes Duck moan, then guides his other hand down so both a resting in his hair.

“I’m real close, shit, just a little faster, c’mon, I know you can go faster please.” He whimpers embarrassingly loud when, instead of speeding up, Indrid slows down and blinks up at him with a mockingly innocent expression.

“Oh you fuckin…” Duck growls, orgasm nudged closer by the thought of where this is going. He tangles his fingers in Indrids hair, locks eyes with him.

“Yes?”

Indrid nods. And then Duck is thrusting his hips wild and fast, yanking Indrid back and forth along his cock. The taller man is moaning, blissed-out expression on his face as Duck fucks it. Duck finds filth pouring from his mouth with surprising ease, increasing in gruffness when Indrid moans at the harsher words.

“Fuckin smartass little tease, oughta keep you on your knees and do this all day so you remember who you’re fuckin with. Oh fuck, Indrid, yes, oh fuck yeah.” He comes hard, forcing Indrids mouth all the way down again. His hips pulse a few times, but when the man tries to pull away he keeps him trapped.

“Nuh uh, you’re gonna keep suckin til I’m done.”

A high, whimpering purr leaves Indrid, and Duck spies him palming the front of his pajama pants through his robe. Soon, he releases his head and he pulls back with a gasp. He makes a wordless, happy sound, nuzzling along the line of Ducks hips.

“You want me to take care of that for you, darlin?”

“Yes, please.”

Duck gathers him up off the floor, sets him on the counter and carefully tugs down his pants. His cock is dripping as Duck closes his hand around it.

“Oh! Oh yes.”

“How do you want it?”

“H-however you wish, but, but please touch the rest of me too.”

Duck wraps his other arm around him, pulling him close as he steps between his spread legs. He kisses him wherever he can reach, little sighs echoing through trailer when he does. Indrid embraces his, lips trailing along his neck and face, kissing him eagerly. The kisses turn sloppier as Duck tightens his grip, stroking him hard and fast.

“Kiss me, I want to come while you kiss me.”

“Think I can manage that.” He steadies Indrids head with his free hand, kissing him hard. The other man is making sharp, high noises against his lips and when he comes across Ducks hand and belly the noise changes to something like a trill, muffled as Ducks tongue slips between his lips to meet his own.

Indrid keeps kissing him dreamily as he comes down from his orgasm.

“You’re tremendous.” He murmurs under the hum of the space heaters.

“Right back at you, darlin. Now, let’s go shower and, uh, see where the day takes us.” He says this last part with a grin that suggests they both the answer is “to bed.”

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In the decade that follows, both Indrid and Duck think on that night from time to time. For awhile, neither of them see it as any more than a two-night stand that was particularly excellent, one that they remember fondly.

It takes on irony much sooner for Indrid, but only because he sees what’s coming in a way Duck can’t. Then he nearly forgets about the whole thing because of the Cottonwood and the disasters and the phone calls.

It’s only when he sees the Pine Guard coming up the trail to his home that realizes Duck Newton is in for quite a surprise.

#prompt fill #indrid cold/duck newton #Indruck

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fresh-outta-jams · 5 years

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Plastic Heart - Part 14

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: Ooooooooof y’all aren’t ready. You think you’re ready, but you’re not ready. <3 Warnings: None? heheheh Word Count: 1.8k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

It was late. You’d put Koya to bed a while ago, and the other boys were in their beds, too. Namjoon was sitting across the couch from you while you read one of the new books you’d picked up. He took a nervous breath and scooted a little closer to you. The clock was ticking closer and closer to midnight, and he was afraid that whatever had happened to him was a Cinderella deal. So, you agreed to stay up with him just in case. You didn’t want him to be alone if he did change back.

“Hey, uh…” Namjoon’s hands were shaking, and he fiddled with his fingers. You put a bookmark in your book and set it on the coffee table, turning your full attention on him. “Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing, Namjoon.” You reached over and took one of his big hands in both of yours, scooting closer so you were right up against him, your legs curled up against his thigh. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I’m so scared.” He admitted quietly. “Today was the best day of my life. I...I never want to go back to being...you know…”

“And if you do, we’ll figure it out. I promise. This happened once already, who’s to say it won’t happen again?” You suggested, squeezing his hand.

“You’re right.” He nodded, obviously still thinking about it. He gave one of your hands a little squeeze. “There’s...something else.”

“Okay…”

Namjoon turned to face you more, looking into your eyes before inhaling a nervous little breath and looking away. He took both of your hands in both of his, thumbs carefully tracing circles over their backs. “I have to tell you this before...in case I never get the chance to be this big again.”

He glanced at the clock. 11:55. Five minutes. Shit. His heart lurched. Well, it was now or never. “I’veBeenInLoveWithYouSinceChristmasAndI’veBeenTooPlasticAndSmallToDoAnythingAboutItUntilNow, but--” He took a large breath and tried to gauge a reaction.

“One more time?” You asked gently, looking at him with those big, kind eyes. Your hand rose to frame his cheek, a careful thumb brushing against his dimple.

“I’m...I…” He hung his head, too ashamed to meet your eyes. He couldn’t do this. He’d ruin everything the two of you had. “I can’t…”

And he would have stopped there, had it not been for the look in your eye, the pleading ache to be able to make everything better. You hated seeing him in pain, especially emotional pain. So, he decided to say it.

“I love you, (Y/N). And not just in a...toy and his girl kind of way.” He exhaled a shaking sigh, his eyes locked determinedly on the coffee table. “I know it’s weird, and I know I shouldn’t because...I’m just...you know...I’m a toy and you’re this perfect human girl and I just…”

“Joon…” You were quiet for a concerning amount of time. “You’re not a toy anymore. And you’re certainly allowed to have human emotions, okay? You’re not stupid and it’s not weird and…” You sighed, squeezing his hand with one of yours while the other tilted his face up to look at you again. There were tears welling in his eyes, the sting of rejection hovering over his heart, ever patient and waiting to deliver a final blow. “Namjoon, I would be stupid to not be in love with you.”

“What are you saying?” His eyebrows furrowed, hope trudging through the swamp of doubt. “You…”

“I love you too. A lot. A ridiculous amount.” You chuckled to yourself. “I just...until today, that could have never been a possibility. But...now…”

Namjoon’s breath caught before he whispered, “Are you being serious?”

“Of course I am. What, do I have to prove it to you?”

“I’d…” He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing and heart pounding in his chest. “I’d like it if you did…P-please...”

Not waiting a second longer, you stood up from the couch, turned, and straddled his thick thighs. He gasped at your proximity, your boldness, at everything. This morning when he’d been standing in your bathroom, he’d never imagined his first day as a human would lead him here...That said, he certainly was not complaining.

“I don’t know how to do this…” he whispered, looking up at you with his innocent brown eyes.

“Then let me teach you.” You let one hand wander into his thick brown locks while the other tilted his chin up with an index finger. Slowly, you brought your lips to his, closing the space between you. It was intimate and sweet, his lips soft and careful, afraid of making a wrong move. You could feel his heart racing against you.

Tentatively, one of his large hands rose to settle on your hip, the other reaching to rest against your back, pulling you closer to him. Closer, closer, closer until you were on the verge of fusing into one person. He took a shaking breath and deepened the kiss, tilting his head just so.

You got lost in his touch, his warmth, the feeling of his hands touching just the right places, and his lips exploring your own. Your soul was on fire, your heart ablaze, and your legs trembling. You’d wanted to do this all day, and God, was it worth the wait…

You weren’t sure how much time had passed between the moment you first kissed him and the moment you pulled apart to rest your forehead against his, breathing heavily.

“Holy shit…” He huffed, pulling you against him and squeezing his eyes shut. “Holy fuck...I...That was amazing. I-I can’t breathe.”

“Are we sure that was your first kiss?”

He chuckled deeply. “I think that counts as at least twenty first kisses.” He slumped back against the couch with you still perched on top of his thighs. You curled against his chest, which was still heaving, desperate for air.

“We made it.” You motioned to the clock, which read 12:03. It was past midnight, which could only mean… “You’re human, Namjoon.”

“I’m human.” He laughed a little in disbelief. There were no weird feelings in his chest, nothing changing within him. He’d made it. His eyes lit up and he looked at you, tears of joy welling. “I-I’m human!”

“You are!” You pecked his lips three or four times. “How do you want to celebrate?”

“Can I just...kiss you twenty more times?”

“I’m down with that plan.”

***

When you woke up the next morning, sunlight was streaming through the curtains of your living room. Your pillow...wasn’t a pillow at all. Instead it was a broad chest, steadily rising and falling with sleepy breaths. You looked up to find Namjoon, his eyes still closed, mouth slightly open as soft snores escaped him. His strong arms were tight around you and his legs were tangled in yours, a mess of limbs.

You closed your eyes and soaked it in. Until this moment, yesterday hadn’t felt real, instead, you’d figured it must have been some dream. But now, laying here, trapped in his embrace, you knew it had to be real, as real as the man cuddling you to his chest.

A few minutes of quiet bliss later, you opened your eyes to see a little blue Koala waddling over towards you. He looked up at you, watching you quietly.

“Hi, Koya. Do you need something, sweetie?”

He nodded and waddled closer, reaching up with both hands. You picked him up and let him cuddle into Namjoon’s chest beside you.

“Mmmm…” Namjoon hummed, shifting. He blinked a few times and a sleepy dimpled grin spread across his handsome features. “Good morning…”

“Good morning.” You kissed his cheek. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really well.” He murmured, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. “Really, really fucking well, baby.”

“That’s new.” You teased, reaching up to stroke his cheek before poking his nose.

“Sorry, it just kind of...slipped out.”

“No, I liked it.”

“Oh. Well, in that case, good morning, baby.” The arm he still had coiled around you tightened and he pressed a long kiss to the crown of your head, thinking quietly for a few moments before whispering, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this…How long I’ve wanted YOU…”

“I think I have some idea…”

“Oh, Koya.” Namjoon smiled, gently petting the koala’s head with one of his long fingers. “Hey, little buddy.”

“I think he’s already asleep.” You laughed, listening as he snored quietly. “He gets that from his dad.”

“I snore?” Namjoon looked at you and you nodded, giggling.

“Not as bad as RM does, I’m sure.”

“RM snores too?”

“Yes. He does. He had surgery to fix some of it, but he still snores a little. From what I’ve heard, anyway.”

“I FIGURED IT OUT!” Yoongi sprinted into the living room, Hoseok hot on is trail. “I know why Namjoon is human now!”

They looked up at the two of you, each of them smirking when they saw the position you were in. Hoseok addressed it first, smug. “Well don’t you two look awful cozy?”

“And what about it?” Namjoon blushed. The two of you sat up slowly, and Koya relocated himself to Namjoon’s lap. His arm wrapped around your shoulders while the other focused on gently scratching Koya’s head.

“So what did you find out?” You asked, leaning into Namjoon’s warmth.

“According to this blogger, there was a shooting star the night before everything happened, right around the time you and Namjoon were talking in the kitchen.”

“You think a shooting star did...this?”

“Well, I didn’t until I read this forum post from ANOTHER former toy who had basically the same thing happen to her. She’s a Barbie doll living in New York who’s working on her fashion career.” He handed you a page he’d printed. “Apparently it’s happened a few times, but it’s still pretty rare, especially unintentionally.”

“Oh wow.” Namjoon looked over the article, scanning it quickly. “So I...It’s really permanent, then.”

“Yeah, seems like it.” Yoongi nodded. “That also means that with the proper timing, the rest of us could do the same.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Jimin led the other four out to the living room.

“Nothing. We can talk about it later.” Namjoon changed the subject. “Jagiya, I’ll help with breakfast.”

“‘Jagiya?’” You asked. There it was again. Another snippet of Korean. There had been more of them these days despite the fact that you hadn’t shown them very many BTS videos recently, so they hadn’t really had a way to pick up more Korean.

“Yeah, it just...slipped out.” He rubbed the back of his neck, grinning shyly.

“Fair enough.” You turned his face towards him, kissing him softly before getting up from the couch. You’d plugged your phone in and set it across the room the night before, so of course you had to check everything you’d missed overnight.

You opened up Twitter to see if BTS had Tweeted anything new, and boy, were you surprised to look at the top trending. The one at the very tippy top was.

#RMHasAGirlfriend

You clicked on it, heart racing, and scrolled through pictures and screenshot after screenshot of pictures of you and Namjoon from your day at the mall.

“Oh, Fuck…”

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Simple Things : Chapter eleven

Excerpt - “Charlotte would have to admit there were worse sights to wake up next to.... Tom looked so perfectly peaceful and relaxed as he lay there next to her. In her hotel room. In her bed. The white bed sheet haphazardly draped over his legs. His curly hair was a mess and she adored it. Even from where she was resting, she could feel his bodily warmth radiating onto her.” Tag list: @winterisakiller, @devikafernando, @scorpionchild81, @messy-insomniac-bookgirl, @smutsausage, @hiddlesbitch1 @noplacelikehome77 @wolfsmom1 @meh1217 @dina-bln @lilaeye39 @tinchentitri @fairlightswiftly @nonsensicalobsessions @wolfsmom1 @stmeiou @ink-and-starlight @givemecocoaa @profkmoriarty13 @nikkalia @massivelemon @lotus-eyedindiangoddess @argo-shila @emoietmoi @redfoxwritesstuff @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @raining-litter @theoneanna @coppercorn-and-cauldron @turniptitaness Author’s Notes/Warnings: tags will follow later on Anyway thank you in advance for feedback - would love to know what you think…Also on AO3 through this link Masterlist available through here Bonus: click here for the pinterest moodboard (always updated)

Chapter eleven 1. Sunday birthday brunch at Lizzie’s

After ringing Lizzie’s doorbell, Charlotte glanced down at the colourful bouquet she carried in her hands. The sweet aroma of the flowers filled her lungs with happiness and energy, both very welcome because she felt dead on her feet.

When she was greeted with her nearest and dearest friends soft and happy laughter bubbled through the air. Charlotte’s smile was wider than she could have held possible and her heart was simply overjoyed. One by one the group of girlfriends fell into each other’s arms with joy, exclaiming excited shrieks and silly little compliments. Oh, she definitely had missed this, all of it.

As expected, the girls’ respective men were fussing over a BBQ in the garden while two teeny little rascals were attempting to push a ball around in between the two of them. Charlotte sweetly kissed one of the birthday-girls who was patiently cradling her newborn to sleep. Charlotte gladly took a moment to inhale the sweet baby-scent while kissing its head as well, before whispering to her friend how much the little bub resembled its father.

This was nice, this was good. This is where she’d wanted to be… At the annual birthday brunch that celebrated all ‘three summerbabes’ that were amongst the group of tight-knit friends. It was a lazy event, no pressure. It was all ‘put your feet up’, ‘stay as long as you want’, etc. And just like every year they were all there, without fault. There was no question Charlotte would attend as well, conferences or not. She’d gladly taken a night flight out of Edinburgh for it, because she would not (could not!) miss this for the world.

Several hugs and kisses later, Lizzie introduced Charlotte to a new face; a man named Michael. Not someone’s new boyfriend, no, no, not this one. He appeared to be a friend of Lizzie’s husband David, a ‘newly single’ and Lizzie couldn’t resist to point that little fact out and not-so-subtly add; ‘like you.’

Charlotte groaned inwardly as she meekly greeted the man who had turned a deeper shade of pink, just like her.

“Is it just me,” she joked, “or do you feel like we’ve walked into a trap here?”

To her delight Michael smiled and admitted to the sentiment, leaving Lizzie to gasp in fake horror and muttering Charlotte could get her own Mimosa.

Charlotte chuckled, but quickly left the man behind and for good reason; another man, most definitely nòt called Michael, was currently haunting her mind, body and soul.

>>> Charlotte would have to admit there were worse sights to wake up next to....

Tom looked so perfectly peaceful and relaxed as he lay there next to her. In her hotel room. In her bed. The white bed sheet haphazardly draped over his legs. His curly hair was a mess and she adored it. Even from where she was resting, she could feel his bodily warmth radiating onto her. He smelled so nice. And while she wanted nothing more than to nuzzle against his chest and crawl into his embrace, trailing kisses from his collarbone to that spot behind his ear that made him gasp... she opted not to. After all, it was quite early still and he was so tired….

She smiled to herself softly and deftly unplugged the hotel phone so her morning wake up call wouldn’t wake him. Another convention-day had presented itself and Charlotte reluctantly kicked herself into gear; cautiously sneaking out of the bed and into the bathroom. And while she was mindful not to wake him as she showered and slipped into her clothes, she was utterly clueless on how she ought to proceed after that. Does she leave without a word? Surely not. Should she leave a note? Should she wake him? In her mind she knew very well what she would wànt to do… In an ideal scenario she’d crawl back under the sheets with him, so they could wake whenever it pleased them and come to terms with the aftermath at their own steady pace. But this was not that day. She'd never felt so happy, so sated and at the same time so insecure in her life.

At the sound of her cell phone ringing Charlotte sped out the bathroom to silence the damned thing, bumping her little toe against the bed in the process. Charlotte suppressed a series of heavy curses while stubbornly limping on and grabbing wildly at her phone nonetheless.

The tall silhouette in her bed came to life with a jolt.

"mmmm," he groaned, "mmorning," >>>

“Ambush?! What ambush?” Lizzie protested after Charlotte confronted her in the kitchen, “Michael is a friend of David’s. I can't help it if he turns out to be single.”

“Conveniently or not darling, you seem to forget I know your and David’s circle well enough to know that this is absolute bullshit.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes at her friend, “Oh shush! Give him a chance. He's sweet and kind and once you get to know him I'm certain you’ll be forever grateful I introduced the two of you….”

She shook her head at her friend: Charlotte hàd agreed that Lizzie could set her up on occasion, hadn’t she? Well then… ‘Brunch is fun with friends. And he is a friend and so is she. Both single. Huh. Imagine that…’

Charlotte cursed Lizzie internally as she stomped off; her mind now racing at full speed. However she swiftly calmed down once she was outside again. Especially when laying eyes upon Cait and her first born, promenading around, seemingly on cloud number nine. Cait offered her to hold her little newborn and Charlotte more than happily obliged. Admiring the teeny tiny state of perfection, her mind devilishly reminded her that nothing could scare men off faster that women cooing over a perfect little baby… Perfect! And Charlotte cuddled the little one a tad bit extra because of it …

>>> Tom bounced up straight when he noticed Charlotte’s predicament. The sheet tactically held in position he scooted to her side of the bed where he wordlessly held out his hands for her to place her foot into it.

He studies her toes diligently and massaged the pain away.

So perfect, so lovely, so devilishly handsome even upon waking, although a bit confused as to why she was already dressed and seemingly set to go. >>>

Yes, men definitely tend to run at the sight of their girls - prospective or not - fall in love with babies. But not this one. This one did not run off when a baby was diplomatically involved.

“Hey there little bug,” he greeted the tiny baby, while he offered Charlotte a glass.

Michael made a generous attempt at small talk. He was nice, attentive and very clearly dragged in the same predicament as she was. He was compassionate, interested, maybe slightly overdressed but Charlotte was nowhere in the mood for this. This was supposed to be brunch. Casual birthday brunch at Lizzie’s - not some kind of a speed date…

“Yet another summerbug,” he conversed on, “there seems to be a lot of those here.”

He nodded towards her, a question lingering in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Charlotte smiled back good heartedly, “not me though.”

“No?” he sipped from his gin-tonic, “what kind of ‘bug’ are you then?”

Despite not wanting to, she chuckled and bit her lip in utter defiance. She hated it when Lizzie did something right when she so badly wanted it to be wrong.

>>> Charlotte reassured Tom of her good intentions. She was definitely not leaving him without a word. She offered him the cup of coffee she’d made them and felt as if she’d grown wings when he looked at her like that.

He nodded at her appreciatively. And she easily gave into the urge to smoothly slip her hand over the nape of his neck and into his tousled hair; while answering his doting morning kiss.

So last night, he looked up at her with one raised eyebrow. Mischief written all over his face. She chuckled as she met his expression, "m-hm..." >>>

Charlotte, now babyless, jiggled her leg while partaking in the conversations as the group sat around the table in the garden.

“She’s nervous,” David nudged his wife.

Lizzie beamed, “told you this would work.”

‘Charlie why don’t you sit over here, next to Michael’. ‘Charlotte did you hear Michael just got back from Dublin?’ ‘Michael, did you know Charlie just flew in from Edinburgh?’ ‘Oh you two, why didn’t we put you together sooner.’ ‘Oh, this makes sense.’ Oh, there were not enough Mimosa’s in the world to end this trail of suffering.

Charlotte absentmindedly pushed the food around in her plate, before ultimately dropping her cutlery on it. She tried her best to follow the conversation, she really did. But when some friends left the table to put their little kids in their respective cots, her mind has started wandering.

She vaguely detected David’s intonation went up at the end of a sentence. Apparently a question that required an answer from her. She looked up with a kind “hmm?”

“Edinburgh?” he kindheartedly inquired again.

“Oh! Yes, erm quite nice, thank you,” she blushed and chuckled. “Did you know, in August they have this festival?"

"Really?"

"Mhm," Charlotte nodded. She’d though this one through well enough now. "Tom showed me around."

"Tom?” Lizzie suddenly piped up while clearing the plates. Ah finally, she’d caught her attention.

"Yes, Lizzie, Tom,” Charlotte smiled as she slanted her head towards her friend and handing over her own plate.

"I've heard thàt name before!”

Charlotte rose to her feet and collected a bunch of dishes, ready to follow her friend and continue this conversation in the privacy of Lizzie’s kitchen but her friend seemed to have grown roots on her own lawn.

"My god, I knew it!” she exclaimed, a small tower of dirty plates in her hans, “these international conventions are paying off...”

And while Lizzie's mind was brewing up stories, Charlotte could only laugh and shake her head.

Move woman

"Did you have fun?”

"Yes,” Charlotte nodded, “I did actually.”

"You didn't... " Lizzie’s eyes doubled in size.

"Oh but I did,”

Michael slightly shifted in his seat.

Oh. Bad form Charlotte, not in front of the prospective one...

David rolled his eyes, "excuse us would you?"

"Yeah I'm," Michael stammered and pointed to David as he quickly followed in his steps.

"Did he know where everything was??”

"Liz, my god!” Charlotte rolled her eyes as she put the dishes down on the table again, “what are you asking me?”

"Well, you know these days…”

"Trust me,” Charlotte sighed, “he did nòt need GPS-assistance.”

"Oh my god!” Lizzie chirped and tapped her feet on the grass in enthusiasm, “why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because you simply had no ears for me, love,” Charlotte replied softly.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” Lizzie sighed, “but ugh!! Now what? Tell me. Tell me all of it. Every single dirty detail. Please. I’ll be all ears now, promise… ”

2. Sunday high tea at Benedict & Sophie’s

Tom chuckled to himself when he saw little Christopher dashing around in the garden as he chased the colourful butterflies that fled from the nearby rose bushes. Christopher looked up at the fluttering little animals with big wondrous eyes. Tom found himself envieing that capacity of looking at the world through childlike eyes, always admiring, always exploring and with that unshakable belief that everything and every one was ‘good’ while in reality that really was not the case. Not often at least.

“Such a lovely family,” he shook his head with a smile before looking back at his friends, “I envy you.”

Benedict snorted while following Tom’s gaze. Sophie on her part only sighed as the baby monitor crackled. Baby Hal was definitely awake now. She thanked Tom once more for his attentive first godfather’s gift before scampering up towards her - for now still - littlest bundle of joy.

“So how was Fringe?” Benedict questioned as he reached for his drink.

“Satisfying,” Tom swirled the spoon in his cup of coffee.

Tom was happy but short in his answers today, Benedict had noticed.

“Now come on, out with it.”

“Out with what?”

Benedict flashed him a mirthless smile, he knew his friend better than this. Benedict called out to his son as he sauntered about with his butterfly net, urging him to be a bit more subdued in his actions for fear of him hurting himself. He was met with a witty reply only a 4-year-old could come up with.

They had established the performance had gone very well, the feedback had been tremendous. Tom was meeting up with a renowned director soon for a new play. He’d met up with the friends and relatives. And apparently he had a not-date-like date as well with pleasurable outcome...

“You know, for a man who just got freaky at Fringe,” Benedict chortled at his own joke, “I would expect to see you a tad bit more... upbeat?”

Tom huffed to himself before sipping from his coffee again, which triggered a dramatic frown from Benedict.

“I mean, let’s recap here shall we?”

“You kissed the girl,” Benedict stated, “and I can assume you wanted to kiss this girl, right?”

“Yes,” a firm nod from Tom.

“You slept together,” Benedict squeezed his eyes into two fine lines.

“Affirmative sir,” again a firm nod.

“Then what is with the mood dear friend? I would think…”

Tom sighed gravely, where did he begin…

>>> Charlotte nodded when he repeated her “11 PM? As in tonight? Your flight is tonight?”

"It's a Fringe thing apparently. Night flight or no flight..."

Tom was astounded; their schedule couldn't have been more diverse. When the conference concluded, he was already working interviews and set for performing subsequently. This was no good, no good at all…

He sighed and put his tired brain to work. He suggested a bar right outside the city centre. A cosy remote little place where they could meet up again in privacy after his performance and before her departure. A place where she would be able to catch a taxi easily, almost instantly even. And if his mind didn’t deceive him, they would have a little bit more over an hour. Not much, but so very craved.

To his delight, she instantly and cheerfully agreed and amorously returned the kiss he rewarded her with. >>>

“Hang on,’’ Benedicted waved his hands under closed eyes, “supposed to?”

“Well, I got caught in …”

“No,” Benedict buried his head in his hand and muttered, “Tom, honestly, no.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?”

“Slip out the back, avoid the crowd, explain you have to get somewhere in time...”

“I tried,” Tom protested quietly.

“Well,’ his friend groaned, “not enough it would seem.”

Tom chastised himself and he couldn't blame Benedict when he straightforward spat out it was forever the story of Tom’s life. Forever putting his career, or his reputation, first. Making an effort to be likeable and stay likeable for hoards of fans. To the point his personal life suffered because of it. As if everything else would pause for him as well. Open up your eyes my dear friend! Life goes ever on. If you miss the train, don't expect someone to send the limo back to pick you up. On or off, but decide now.

Tom squirmed in his seat uneasily. It hadn't occurred to him like thàt until now really. But did Benedict really had to spell it out so harshly though? Tom had argued with him initially; saying it had nothing to do with fans or reputation or any of that. He just felt awful because he had left things up in the air between them. And as a matter of fact he was really intent on seeing or speaking with her again. Truly, honestly.

Benedict sighed, clearly not buying any of it.

“So,” he exhaled loudly, “was this a one-night affair?”

“I – I don’t know.”

“You don’t know,” he dropped his hand on the table with a dramatic chuckle, “how can you not know?”

“It’s complicated,” Tom disputed.

“Try me,” Benedict dared his friend, “because it’s fairly easy… do you see yourself without her or not?" he paused, "could you continue without pursuing this and look back without regret? In short - what does Sadie mean to you?"

Tom scrunched his nose and shook his head vehemently, "Sadie? Sadie’s not..."

"Well then, there is your answer," Benedict interjected his reasonings. “See? Easy!”

It was no secret Benedict didn't particularly care much for Sadie. In his mind the young actress hung around Tom in all sympathy, but pushed towards a romantic connection in public for more press attention. He could be mistaken though, he did admit this to his friend. But he had also been quick to add he wasn't mistaken about these things very often.

"I meant to say,” Tom interposed on his friend, “that this is not about Sadie, it's Charlotte..."

He noticed Benedict look up at him dumbfounded, his eyebrows raised in complete and utter surprise, “Charlotte?”

It took him a moment before several profanities came falling from his lips.

"Yeah, tried that too," Tom snorted under a mirthless smile before downing the last of his coffee, "didn't work."

3. Sunday birthday brunch at Lizzie’s continued

“So??” Lizzie repeated anxiously, “now what?”

“I don't know,” Charlotte shrugged with a chuckle.

“What do you mean, you don't know,” Lizzie rolled her eyes, “call him, text him, go on. If you have chemistry, you only need one other thing. Timing.”

“Ah, but timing's a bitch. Besides, he hasn't really reached out to me, so I think it's pretty clear that this was all there is…” Charlotte didn’t know who she was soothing more; Lizzie or her own broken heart.

“I just wanted to make clear that setting me up today might not have been the best idea, sweetheart…”Charlotte sighed, “it was a bit much and a bit too soon.”

"But Charlie, you need to get back out there again,” Lizzie contested kindly, “I’m afraid you'll turn from wallflower to wallpaper if you keep standing on the side…”

"Dramaqueen!”

"Truth”

"I know, I know, but, you know… got laid,” Charlotte winked, “I'm getting there alright? Baby steps,” she gestured as she put her thumb and index finger close together.

>>> She arrived at the bar early and fiddled with the complementaries her tea had offered her. She felt as giddy like a schoolgirl waiting of her crush. Only said crush did not arrive upon the agreed hour. 15 minutes went by, then half an hour. This was not good. Charlotte checked her phone for the umpteenth time. The battery was still at 78%

She mentally thanked a colleague of hers who offered her a powerbank in the afternoon when Charlotte had noticed her phone battery running low. One night out of the ordinary and her usual routine had gone right out the window. She never put her phone into flight mode that night, nor did she load up the battery and it showed. She was however desperate not to fall off the radar that day. Because she did not, could not, miss a call from him, or a text, or anything basically.

She professed her eternal gratitude to said lady. Her battery level went up, however incoming messages remained at steady zero. Charlotte didn’t really take too much note of it. He had his own calendar to work through today. But now, well passed their established hour her frustration level came to higher lever….

Maybe he was delayed, she pondered. Maybe this, maybe that. Her mind was fully aware of the pretty realistic fact that he would not show up, but her heart wasn’t ready to believe that yet. Until 40 minutes had gone by. Charlotte rose to her feet and paid for her bill. As Tom had predicted, she got a taxi very easily. She looked left and right once more while the drive loaded her baggage. Nothing.

Getting into the vehicle she softly huffed to herself, "silly girl, what did you expect?"

It wasn't so much his failure to show up that hurt her, it was more his incessant ability to simply not communicate. Promising someone to show up and failing to do so is just so not done. Charlotte would rather have the stone cold truth. Right there. In her face. Don't sweet talk, name the things for what they are. But apparently actors just loved to act… Charlotte rolled her eyes, ashamed for her own gullibility and left for the airport. >>>

“Well, maybe something is wrong with your phone?” Lizzie muttered as she fished out Charlotte’s device out of her purse.

“You've watched too many romcom's sweetheart,” Charlotte muttered whilst washing the dishes in Lizzie’s kitchen.

“Seriously though!” Lizzie insisted, “I texted you this morning.”

“You did not Liz, you think you did but I think we have well established your mind is everywhere except in the present. One year older, one year….”

“You're on flight mode, you dummy!” Lizzie squealed out.

“I’m wha?” Charlotte muttered while quickly drying her hands, “I am not, gimme….”

“I knèw it!” Lizzie tittered on triumphant while Charlotte’s cell phone went into a small beeping frenzy, “there he is,” she added in a sing-song voice.

While Lizzie nagged on, Charlotte’s heart leapt into her throat. Of course! She hadn’t lost all hope on him. Or them. Not just yet. Well, maybe just a little bit. As she quickly scanned for Tom’s messages, her heart swelled and her faith in him restored itself swiftly.

> Thinking of you

> Not much longer...

> Charlotte, wait for me please!

> Nearly there….

> Charlotte, where are you?

> I can't find you...

He’d left her a voicemail. Of course he would! Her heart thudded in her chest and she excused herself, anxious to hear his voice again.

She heard him sigh and hesitate.

You're gone. A pause. Charlotte, I...

Maybe I was too late, maybe I didn't see you or maybe you weren't here to begin with (bitter laugh) sorry about that... I just…. I only wanted to say (a pause) I have no regrets. None (a pause) I … I just feel so awful that I didn't see you again tonight. I wish ... (he sighed). God I wish I could have said goodbye properly. You don't know how I've longed to see you again...

Charlotte's hands clasped over her mouth. One night, picture perfect. And then… the hunt was over. The loot had been collected. On to the next apparently. The puzzle pieces finally slid into place. Her heart sank into her shoes, and she fought back a rush of emotion that fell on to her. Goodbye? Honestly?

“And?” Lizzie tilted her head curiously, “what did he say? When will you see him again.”

“I erm,” Charlotte shrugged, “I won’t.”

“Well,” she sighed dramatically, anxious to switch the subject, “that’s that then. What about dessert?”

4. Sunday high tea at Benedict & Sophie’s continued

Benedict remained mute and slightly dumbfounded after Tom had finished filling him in on the need-to-know details of Edinburgh. Only when Sophie resurfaced with little Hal on her arm, he gestured wildly and managed to mutter to his wife, “Charlotte!! It’s Charlotte.”

“Well of course it is,” Sophie beamed knowingly, “who else?”

“But, but,” he heaved his shoulders up helplessly, “how do you know this?”

“I just do,”

And as Sophie confessed that she suspected there was somethere ‘there’ on Benedict’s birthday party, a reluctant Tom admitted that they had in fact kissed at ComiCon less than 2 weeks prior. Benedict felt like a fish out of the water at this confession, claiming he was there and how could he not know this. Sophie however deftly shut him up by offering him baby Hal and seating herself next to the two men at the table.

“So,” Sophie questioned him, “is there a problem I fail to see?”

“I don’t know. I texted her...I tried calling her but her phone was switched off. So I left a voice message and … nothing,” Tom shrugged.

Benedict offered him a slow clap, which Hal quickly tried to mimic.

“Yeah, clearly, you’ve done all you can…”

“Tom,” Sophie clasped her hand over his, “ignore Bigfoot there. What is it you want?

“It’s stupid, it’s silly, it’s a dead-end. We live miles apart,”

Benedict coughed, “Taylor.”

Hal giggled as he tried hacking and gagging to his daddy’s resemblance. Benedict doted on his youngest boy and encouraged his antics while Tom laughingly urged his friend to shut up.

“Alright, alright, then forget about her. She hasn’t responded to your texts or your one and only - I feel I must emphasize - phone call. Too bad, the joke’s on her, turn around and move on.”

Tom’s eyes drooped down as he came to a full understanding and nodded accordingly.

"I feel I need I repeat my question : do you see yourself without her or not?" Benedict paused, "could you continue without pursuing this and look back without regret?”

“Well, I càn live without her. There is no question about that,” Tom shrugged. “You know the first time we met, I thought she was intelligent and beautiful, and absolutely perfect. And now I’ve come to realize that she isn’t. At all. She is not perfect; she’s got her scars and her emotional baggage.”

“And?” Sophie urged with a smile, “my morning chocolate for the fact that this made matters even worse.”

Tom sighed and looked over at a loudly giggling Christopher in the garden.

“I think that’s your answer right there…” Sophie quietly added.

"You know, Sophie and I didn't happen overnight,” Benedict followed her reasonings to which she snorted.

“And we do not live on cloud number nine. A relationship is work,” she confessed on her turn,

“But I love her so much, that it hardy feels like work..."

“Ah,” Sophie winked in good humour “you see, and it works both ways…”

“When you hesitate, Tom, you take the plunge. Or you’ll regret it forever,” Benedict hastened to say. “Which means you’ll be on my case about it. Also forever.”

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