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or0ch1maru · 5 months

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How about Akatsuki members meeting their future lover for the first time?

I love getting requests when I’m the perfect amount of drunk lol

This is honestly so freaking cute. Ugh🥰😩

So I know this is more of a sfw prompt but for hidan I couldn’t help myself. 18+ just for him lmao.

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🏮Hidan:

•you two would simply start out as friends with benefits. Fucking each other whenever you had the urge or if either of you had a particularly rough week

•both of you say the same thing. “It’s strictly pleasure, no feelings involved”…and the two of you believed that until….

•Hidan was pussy drunk, babbling filthy things in your ear while he has you bent in half in the mating press. Your nails digging into his arms as he tears yet another orgasm out of you

•your thighs soaked with your slick, Hidan’s thrusts becoming sloppy as he nears his orgasm. “Fuck, this pussys so good..gonna’” Hidan mumbles out. “Love you” the two words slip from his lips as he pulls out of you, coming all over your lower stomach

• “love you too” you say softly in return as he presses his forehead to yours, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from your highs

•it’s not until you two are nearly dressed that the words register. Neither of you say anything else, at least not until Hidan has his cock buried deep in you once again, this time at a much slower and more passionate pace. Begging to hear you say the words again

🏮Kakuzu:

•he was on his way to meet with his bounty officer, Zangei, only to find out he was off on an errand. He waited silently and to his dismay, patiently in the lobby of the old stone building for Zangei’s return

•it’s not until you slip from one of the back rooms and into the waiting area that Kakuzu was glad his officer was out. He was curious as to why someone so dainty and delicate looking (everybody looks breakable to this man, with his power and sheer size) found themselves in this occupation

•when you finally speak, it snaps him out of his own thoughts and curiosity. “You’re waiting to see Zangei right?” You ask, your tone is soft and kind which only makes Kakuzu even more enthralled by you

• “yea” is all he says in response. “Thought so. Follow me to the back” you reply kindly. Holding the door open for the tall masked man to enter through. Kakuzu stares down at you as he follows behind in the corridor

• “Zangei told me that you’d be joining us today and in his absence, has me handling the dirty work.” You explain, smiling over your shoulder. All Kakuzu can do is nod along, already forgetting the reason why he came here.

•over the course of the next hour, Kakuzu trades his bounty with you as you hand him his cash and handle the annoying paperwork. On his way out, you pat him on the back, wishing him safe travels and hopes of seeing him again.

•which of course, Kakuzu is already one step ahead by planning out his next job on the black market, just to come see you.

🏮Itachi:

•you and Itachi had known each other all through out childhood. Meeting up with each other after hours of being at the academy to play around or train

•as the two of you got older, entering your teen years, the friendship remained, but spending time with each other turned scarce as missions were tossed left and right at you, and Itachi had his own troubles

•it wasn’t until the Uchiha clan massacre that separated the two of you for good. At least that’s what you thought. You heard about what happened when you came home late from running an errand for your parents. They told you to never speak his name or to seek him out, which you obliged

•a few years later, shortly after the sudden death of your parents, you decided to search for your long lost best friend. Even if they were alive, you were 18 now, not having to obey their rules

•to no one’s knowledge but your own, you’d been keeping tabs on Itachis whereabouts since that horrendous night. You knew he joined the organization known as the Akatsuki and got info on an upcoming mission he was going to be sent on with his partner

•so naturally, what any non sane person would do, you packed some items and left the hidden leaf. Keeping to the shadows until you spotted him. He knew you were there of course, due to his visual prowess.

•later, while his partner was sleeping in the tent they set up, Itachi slipped away. Joining you on the tree branch you made your bed for the night. “What are you doing out here? It’s not safe.” Are the first words that slip from his lips. “Looking for you of course” you reply quietly. “But why? After what I’ve done” Itachi questions, his tone almost nervous. “Love makes people do crazy things. I think you know that just as well as I do” you explain, a small smile forming on your lips in the darkness.

🏮Kisame:

•you were recently recruited to join the akatsuki as their medical Shinobi. Your skills and advanced knowledge in medical Ninjutsu is what caught Pain, the leaders attention.

•a week into your new home and new life, two members were returning from a rather sketchy and dangerous mission. You knew of one, Itachi Uchiha, but we’re unfamiliar with his partner, Kisame. As they’ve been on the mission from the day before you moved into the compound

•you’ve been in your lab, sterilizing equipment, since you knew the pair was to return sometime today. You’re washing your hands when you heard their voicing coming down the hallway. “Can’t believe the fucker got me” spoke the deep and unfamiliar voice. “It could have been worse” spoke a voice with a much softer tone.

•the door to the lab opened, heavy footsteps followed by nothing? The Uchiha moves silently, you think to yourself as you turn around. Only to be met with two sets of piercing and curious gazes

•your eyes scan the much taller of the two, a visible gash across his ribs, blood seeping from between his large fingers as he applies pressure. You quickly move into action, getting him to lay down on the bed, Itachi stands by the door, watching as you tend to his comrade, and dearest friend

•you’re so caught up in making sure the shark like man known as Kisame, doesn’t bleed out, that you don’t notice the fact his eyes have been on you ever since he walked in

🏮deidara

•you work as a weapons dealer, and armorer. Repairing, replacing, making, and selling the blades you create. You’re widely known through the many villages, being visited daily by many. And a huge part of your profit comes from rogue ninja. Needing someone who they know won’t snitch or turn them in to collect a bounty

•today was one of your much slower days, and you’re sitting on the stool behind the counter, enjoying a quick snack of onigiri when you hear the familiar chime of the door. Your head perks up, pushing your lunch to the side to greet the customer. “Are you here to pick up or are you in need of a custom?” You ask cheerfully

•a gorgeous, blue eyed young man approaches the counter, you take note of his robes. Black, with red clouds. Another member of the akatsuki, an organization you’ve been working closely with for quite some time

• “custom” he replies back evenly. His tone calm, but on the defensive. “Sounds good, I’ll just need you to fill this form out” you reply, a soft smile forming on your face as you slide a paper, as well as a pen across the counter towards him

•you watch in amazement when you see the mouth on the inner side of his palm. “The hell you lookin’ at?” He remarks harshly. You pay no mind to the attitude as you’ve been around many tough individuals

•you shake your head “sorry, I didn’t mean to stare but that’s kinda mesmerizing” you say gently, gesturing to his hand. “Hmph” is all the blonde says, but you don’t miss the look of pride in his eyes as he finishes the form

•after he hands the paper back to you, you go over the usual, how long it’ll take, pick up time, etc. you always have extra weapons in stock so a lot of the custom work people ask for can be done within the hour.

•time passed, and deidara comes back at the time you gave him. His eyes land on you, strands of hair sticking to your face from sweat, the sleeves of your shirt rolled up to your elbows, dirt coating your hands, while a small rag sits on your shoulders. Deidara gets so lost in staring that it takes you nudging him carefully on the arm to hand over his work. He takes the box from you, opening it up. “Looks good, thanks” he says evenly, a faint blush forming on his cheeks as he pays you, before hastily leaving.

🏮Sasori:

•Sasori made his way into the hidden leaf, under a disguise of course. Each month, he sneaks into the village as they have one of the best and most stocked up craft stores

•with how many puppets he makes, he goes through supplies very very quickly, needing to restock every few weeks

•normally, he’s in and out without a hitch. Grabbing the few items he needs right off the shelves, making his way to the cashier, giving exact change before dipping

•today, would of gone smoothly, if one of the tools he needed was actually on the shelf. But to Sasori’s displeasure, he realized he actually needs a worker to ask when they’ll be in stock next so he can return

•he walked around until he spotted you. Currently kneeling in front of an end-cap, stocking glue. You cocked your head up towards him when you heard his voice. You returned his question with a kind smile. “We actually have those in the back, I just haven’t gotten around to putting them on the floor yet. Wait here a second, I’ll grab one”

•Sasori watches as you disappear into a back room, returning with a big smile on your face as you hold the package in your hand.

•something about your kind eyes and genuine smile made sasori feel something he’s only heard about from others. He follows you up to the register where you bag his merchandise and then take his cash

•you wish him safe travels as you know he’s not from the village, since you’ve never seen him before. You’d remember him if he was. As he leaves, Sasori thinks about the next time he’ll visit, even if he has no reason to

🏮Tobi:

•you’re currently on a mission, and have been for two days, eating some of the snacks you brought with you. On the third day, you grew tired of the food you brought, so you decided on stopping at the small dango bar you passed not too long ago

•you come to a stop, turning around and running back in the direction from which you just came. Your stomach rumbling more and more the closer you get. Before you know it, the smell of the dumplings are filling your nose and right when you think you’ll keel over from lack of food, you arrive

•a kind older woman takes your order, she then hands you your correct change.

•no more than ten minutes later, she comes out with a small bowl, the delicious looking food on a skewer. You thank her kindly before deciding to eat closer to the lake, a mere twenty feet away

•as you’re making way to the cozy spot under a tree that you had your eyes on, your body collides with something firm, a yelp coming from whatever you walked into. You glance up and your eyes land on an orange mask.

• “shit I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” You babble out quickly. Many Shinobi tend to be rude, only because it’s sometimes hard to know who wants to kill you or not. “I-it’s okay” a child like voice stammers out from behind the spiral mask

•luckily for both of you, your food didn’t spill, nor did any of the sauce spill onto his clothes. “Let me buy you something to eat for the inconvenience” your words coming out quickly. The figure before you tilts his head in a playful manner

• “t-that would be amazing. Tha-thank you” he seems just as nervous as you seem to be. You relax a little after you pay for a second helping, handing the man his food. It’s hard to see how he feels about you as his face is covered, even the hole of his mask makes it difficult to see his eye.

•the two of you sit quietly under the tree, both enjoying your food and talking about why you’re out in the middle of nowhere. You purposely look away to give him the privacy to eat his food, knowing that he wears his mask for a reason. Tobi picks up on that and decides a meet up with you a few weeks from now at the same place

🏮Zetsu:

•you decided to skip on going to the flower shop in town, venturing outside the village walls to the huge flower field two miles out. A few months ago, while returning home from a mission, you passed the beautiful field, a mixture of daffodils, poppy’s, clovers, dahlia’s and many more are mixed together in an untouched space

•you never pick them, you find a spot to sit, admiring and smelling the many floral scents

•for as long as you can remember, flowers, and plants in general have always peaked your interests having many books back at home about all the different kinds. The ones that are safe and harmless while others are poisonous and could be deadly is consumed

•you have yet to meet someone with the same interest as you, that is, until this evening

•sketchbook in hand, the lead from your pencil skittering across an empty page as you focus on a stunning blue dahlia, copying its details on the paper. “May I join you?” A voice rings out from ten feet away, causing you to jump slightly

•you peer up, seeing the figure. What catches your attention is the man’s outer layer that looks like a sort of plant. You nod, watching as he slowly approaches you, not wanting to scare you away. Your kunai sits in a holster on your hip, just in case

•over the next hour, you learn the man’s name. Zetsu. You beam when you discover he also enjoys plants, just the same way you do. He researches, reads, and writes about all the plants he sees.

•Zetsu tells you that he comes here every Wednesday, his only off day between his tasks and invites you to hang out with him when you can. He has the idea that after you two become more acquainted and comfortable around each other that he’ll invite you back to the compound. Wanting to show you his works and the sweet little garden he has

🏮Konan & Pain (a couple looking for a third<3)

•they’d spoken about this hundreds of times over the past year. Both wanting another partner, but never finding someone who isn’t just wanting the thrill of a threesome and then bolting through the door(let alone with the two main faces of the akatsuki)

•pain and Konan decided on having a nice little date night at a restaurant in the hidden rain. Wanting to unwind from all their duties with a drink and yummy food

•they both freeze in wonder when you, their waiter/waitress approaches the table. “Good evening” you start cheerfully, your underlying tone calm. You introduce yourself before asking “what can I get you to drink?” After answering, they watch you scribble on your note pad before leaving with a smile

•after you walk away, pain and Konan confirm they both share the same sentiment towards you and plan on the best course of action

•when you return with their drinks, you write down what food they want and once again, disappear to the back of the restaurant. “If you need anything else, feel free to flag me down” you remark with a sweet smile after you place their meals on the table in front of them

•after dropping the bill off, Konan and pain leave. Leaving you an extra hefty tip and a cute message on a napkin. “Here’s our address, we’ll expect a letter soon cutie xoxo, pain & Konan” said the note. You smile and tuck the now folded napkin into your pocket

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If you made it this far, here’s a big smooch 😘

#akatsuki #akatsuki members #konan headcanons #zetsu x reader #kakuzu headcanons #sasori akatsuki #hidan headcanon #tobi headcanon #pain akatsuki #itachi headcanons #kisame x you #deidara x you #sasori x reader

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teriri-sayes · 8 months

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Reactions to Tsunami Stopper's Chapter 193

TL;DR - Elder Ho and Fist King talk about how this would become a legend. Cale talks about their next move but GED leaders could only sigh at him. Cale's companions look angry and unhappy with him. HD adds fuel to the flames.

Caleism in Central Plains The first half of the chapter was from the perspective of Elder Ho and the Fist King. We get a third party narration of Cale stopping the tsunami and the people's reaction after Cale's success.

And then it took a strange turn. The two began discussing that what happened here was similar to legends, and that the events today would be passed down as legends for future generations... 😂

This is coming from two members of the Good Faction. But if you think about it, one of their faction's leaders, Jegal Mi Ryeo, is pretty much a Caleism believer already. I can already imagine Cale's legend becoming part of the bible of Caleism in the Central Plains... 🤣🤣🤣

Clueless Cale The last half was about Cale being clueless to why everyone was reacting strangely to him. Or him being shocked, confused, and scared of them. 😂

Beacrox - Cale is shocked that Beacrox is looking at him with disapporoving eyes, or clicking his tongue.

CH - Cale is scared when he saw CH's vicious stare.

Sui - Cale is confused why Sui was really angry. Sui's angry face is when his face is devoid of emotion.

That part about Beacrox giving Cale a handkerchief to wipe his face was so cute. You see, Cale expected Beacrox to always have a white handkerchief. But the handkerchief Beacrox gave to Cale had the cute embroidery of a cat. 🥰Cale realized that Beacrox embroidered this for Hong... 😊

As for the GED leaders - HD, Jegal Mi Ryeo, and Sima Pyeong, they were also exasperated at Cale. After all that happened, Cale began talking about their next move as if what happened to him was not a big deal. 😑

HD - sighs in frustration

Jegal Mi Ryeo - continuously wipes her tears and mutters "Even at this moment-"

Sima Pyeong - looks deep in thought

Raon's group joined Cale's group and added to the chaos. Alberu could only sigh, questioning Cale if he really wanted to be a slacker with everything he had done. Eruhaben simply praised him for a good job done. Raon bragged about how the power of the WT was sealed in Jungwon's statue.

And then CJS noticed Cale's swollen eyes and asked if he had cried. Cale insisted that he was actually fine, but HD... 🤣🤣🤣 HD added fuel to the flames! 🤣🤣🤣

HD said that Cale's head almost exploded and things might have gone bad if Cale had messed up. Raon dropped the statue, and Cale was annoyed that HD said that in front of a kid. As for the others, they were all just silent, hahaha 😂

Cale tried to convince everyone that he was really fine, but it did not work. Cale, you're so gonna be scolded by your companions soon, hahaha 🤣🤣🤣 Chapter ended with Alberu muttering his catchphrase, "This is driving me crazy."

Ending Remarks Today was a fun chapter. Next chapter will probably be them investigating the Blood Cult's city. I'm still amazed though, that we haven't gotten a new chapter title after 19 chapters.

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

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mogoce-nocoj · 4 months

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Groningen (Part 2) 18.01.24 (Part 1)

Joker Out was the fourth band scheduled to play in the record store today and I have to say the other artists were also so nice to listen to 🔥🔥

Bojan apparently had a look inside the store to see how many people were already there before leaving again

When the guys arrived the security guard pressured us all into taking a group picture with them? I am still not sure why tbh but it's a nice picture, I guess

Speaking of clothes, Kris's new sweater!! Later, he said it's like the one with holes just without the black. And without the holes. (awkward babygirl, honestly.)

They soundchecked Tokio and everyone started singing along!! the guys looked really happy about it

They started like ten minutes earlier than they were slated to and also finished ten minutes earlier. when Bojan came down after the last song I said to him that they still had ten minutes left and at first he was like "yeah? I don't know" but then said that they had to leave a bit early to catch their flight back to London

Bojan was amazing. Like of course he was also good on stage yesterday but today, oh my god. he had such power over the entire audience in the record store the very second he walked on stage. honestly fascinating, especially compared to the showcase

Yesterday after the showcase, Kris said that it was going to be an acoustic set, Bojan however called it semi-acoustic today

He started their set by saying something like: "Of course we didn't rehearse it, so we're just gonna wing it. I believe it's gonna be a little more cowboy-ish."

Bojan not even knowing the first song they were gonna play and turning around to ask the band 🥰🥰

People requested vem da greš and Bojan was like "wasn't planned but yeah, we'll figure it out!" and when they played it he told us off for clapping the rhythm wrong

Kris ngvot!! He was so smiley throughout the gig and during ngvot and yeah I think he really enjoyed being in the Netherlands

Nace flashing the heart on the back of his Fender for us 🫶

All the songs they played sounded amazing. Like of course they're an incredible live band but they were so in their element today, it was a stunning thing to witness

"Thank you, cowboys!" after Carpe Diem because of course

They took their time again to talk to us after the gig, Nace requested taking a selfie with the crowd (post it, you coward) and then also them talking to everyone waiting outside before leaving

The crowd was so nice and respectful and asked every member before hugging them and taking photos, thank you Dutchies (and the few other Germans we saw ig)

Favourite Nace quote from after the show "Let's do the Kris slay pose!" after someone said that they wanted a cool photo lol

I think I'll need a lot of times to process this but thank you joker out for being so kind and simply marvellous on stage and especially @izpira-se-zlato without whom these gigs would not have been possible 💛

#joker out #gig report #Groningen gig #head empty heart full

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rzyraffek · 10 months

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Alr yall Eddie Gluskin brainrot part 2 or something. ITS MADE FOR MY PERSONAL NEEDS TO VENT ABT HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM ALR DONT JUDGE scroll down for hyper important notes

Tw: eggie gluskin is his own warning, dub-con???(not really tho), erm eddie gluskin??? Ermmm idk yandere? A bit of nsfw (but there's warning beforehand) ALSO REQUEST OPEN FOR EDDIE SIMPS

Silly Eddie Gluskin headcanons

This idea is my personal one (so prepare). Imagine s/o in that spooky psych ward and she just hangs out around Eddie CUZ LETS BE HONEST HE IS THE SAFEST OPION OUT THERE😭 LIKE rest of people there bearly speak and would bite my toes off. Also I would totally get lost, so fallowing this dude is my best option

Tbh he at least pretends that hes nice😭

Also bro is mesmerised by her cuz 'shes not like other whores' cuz she doesnt scream or run away.

After he got attached (so in like 3minutes) he starts to fallow her like lost puppy and has dumb smile on his face for the whole time

He he w- he when he wh- when he- he when-

He is also very physical🥰 if he cant hug he holds hands, AND he talks a lot too... o my god

the only red flag is that he immediately wants to erm have babies 😔 BRO WANTS TO FUCK ON FIRST DATE😰🤯

Home boy 100% commits cannibalism THERES NOTHING TO EAT HERE ALR

Trying to escape WITH Eddie? Like acually from the ward? Say less

Beats up everyone, litteraly everyone. Somone stands near her in 50meter radius? They are totally dangerous mind if i stab?

Fatherless with attachment issues 👍🧍‍♂️

Loves when s/o sits on his lap, and loves being a big spoon. Litteraly melts when she grabs his hand

He 'invites' her on dates and makes some weird ass food (probably cooked rats) and if she refuses to eat he gonna grab that fork and force it inside her cuz darling you need to stay fed and healthy

He is very into domestic type shit, so if shes okay with becoming housewife he is flying away, blushing, kicking, screaming, begging for more. I mean he still would make her a housewife but its cute that she consents and he doest have to do all this threatening and manipulation stuff to make her do so

If she bakes cookies for him he will litteraly has one of those 'its so cute i want to squash it' moments and cup her cheeks and kiss all over (aggressively)

Believes in zodiac signs and tried to learn tarot once

She has to force him to stop using hair gel he looks like he has boat on his head

Looks like he smells nice but I doubt that

Kinda likes when she tries to run away? let's be honest I doubt that s/o was in love with him from the start, he is some random weird looking dude in hospital after all. So yeah he kinda liked (and still does) enjoy the whole prey/hunter thingy

ALR NOW NSFW TIME YALL CHILDREN LOOK AWAY

Lets start with obvious stuff, breeding kink, whole pregnancy stuff, likes his wife cute and obedient, but its kinda fun to chase her around once per few days, see her fear and panic o m g he loves that

He also fucks whenever he wants really, she has to have really good relationship with him to make him lisen and do what she asks him for (to some degree anyways)

Table, chair, wall, bed that he tortures people on, his bed, floor, any place is a good place to make some love

When he's not horny he is acually romantic (rare) he gives neck kisses, holds hands, talks about his plans for future, makes sure that stuff shes wearing and her hair is in good condition, bare minimum yknow

Also I use she/her and 'wife' stuff cuz even if s/o is the most masculine guy ever he is still cute lady in his eyes or something idc

My guy can do fast and rough or slow and deep. Depents of his mood really, if s/o annoyed him or he's just simply frustrated he will be rough, and do it no matter what she was doing, oh you were doing laundry? Not anymore, hop on this washingmachine, we are going on a ride. If he's in more romantic mood and s/o too, he will pick them up, kiss them, do it nice and deep to make sure that s/o feels everything

Tbh he loves 'hunting his prey (shes the prey lol)' prompt so much! Looking for her, feeling her fear... o my god this gets him going so hardddd

Bite marks on her, Hickeys on him

ALSO O MY GOD HER SITTING ON HIS LAP? omg imagine, s/o riding him, Eddie guiding her hips with hands HE DIES OMG YOIR SO CUTEEE

NOT ME WRITING WHOLE ARTICLE ABOUT EGGIE FUCKING GLUSKIN OMG IM SORRY😭 ALSO I was attacked by horse 2days ago and zapped by electric fence twice, just to buy a kebab, Im a survivor you all

#eddie gluskin x reader #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #reqs open #request #request open

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Hi 🥰

I kind of stumbled into this phandom through lots of reblogs and I watched the first episode of Danny Phantom recently and ... and it felt like it knocked 20 years right out of me. (exaggerating)

THE FLASHBACKS due to the cartoon style were WILD.

Anyway, it made me think ... what if Danny developed time powers due to him accepting Clockwork as his mentor.

His ghost powers are just like "This is our dad now, better be like dad." and he sleeps for like 8 hours but it was only ten minutes and he does not realize what is going on.

He's sitting in class but somehow at the same time fighting ghosts because he does not realize that when he finishes the fight, he goes back in time to attend class.

Suddenly he gets all things done!

His marks go up! He gets to show off how brilliant he is.

You can decide if he ages while he does his time jumpery, or not.

Anyway, his secret identity is flawless because Danny is seen at the same time as Phantom, so it's impossible they are the same people.

Somehow he meets Bats and the Birds.

"Hi, sorry it took me so long, small emergency."

"You just left through that door and came straight back in ... why are you bleeding?!"

You know what I think I’m gonna watch Danny phantom when I get home cause I too need me some of that good good nostalgia.

Danny getting time powers is so cool. Wonder if the Bats initially thought Danny was a new speedster and making speed clones of himself but when they ask about the speedforce Danny tells them that he has no idea what they’re talking about.

For the aging thing: I believe that supers have a few different type of superpowers: passive powers, and active powers. An active power is like flying or super speed. A passive power is not becoming a fleshy streak on the pavement when you land from the force of suddenly stopping or somehow not having your clothes burn off from the friction of running multiple times faster than the speed of sound. When speedsters enter the speedforce either one of two things happen: they either age equal to the natural real world flow of time if it’s for like multiple years or they simply stop aging. The reasons of which of the two occurring is nonexistent and it’s ruled by the authors choice to make the story most make sense. I think the same applies here. He either ages or doesn’t soley based on narrative principle. No rhyme or reason why he does or does not age.

Danny using his time powers and confusing even speedsters. One moment they’re facing a very powerful threat, the next nanosecond they’re all in Wayne Manor and the Big Bad is captured and properly contained.

Danny uses his powers to cram on tests last minute (by minute he means actual hours his time), freaking out people by ‘teleporting’ over to them (he simply froze time and traveled there and waited for the right time to pop back into the time stream and scare them shitless), sneak into heavy security locations without anyone noticing him rifling through their stuff and not worrying about being loud. Things of the sort.

One time The Bats are freaked out because they see Danny in the batcave as still as a statue and not acknowledging their presence whatsoever. It takes a moment for them to realize that Danny isnt completely still, he’s moving very very slowly. Danny is confused why various colored blurs dip around him as he makes his way over to a little nook in the batcave he likes to hang out in. Later he realizes that the two minutes that it took for him to fly over to that spot was two weeks in real time.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon #time core au #this is so cool anon omg #hope u have a wonderful rest of your day homie this is incredible

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ggukkiedae · 6 months

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another confidant

date: april 2018

warning/s: insecure thoughts

notes from c: anything spoken in italics is spoken in english, just some soft jaehyun getting a look into the way hannah’s mind works for today 🥰 and ctto for the gif, it’s not mine i found it on pinterest

i’m literally gonna be watching nct nation in like 30 minutes! so a little post to celebrate that 🥰

word count: 1.5k

in which hannah’s solo date becomes a vent-to-jaehyun dinner

Hannah found herself plopping down onto the ground and groaning out loud as soon as Taeyong called for the end of their practice. They had been going at it for the whole day, not to mention the practice she had with 127 earlier that morning for Chain… Wow. She was actually working on a 127 thing outside of NCT 2018. She really is part of 127.

A deep chuckle together with a hand tickling her stomach brought her back to reality. Instinctively, she swatted the hand away and rolled back over her head. Once she was sat up, she gave a glare to Jaehyun who simply shrugged.

“For someone who wants to die, you sure have a lot of energy,” Ten shook his head at her and offered her a hand up.

“Oh, you and I both know who really wants me to die,” a half-bitter chuckle escaped her as she remembered a few of the comments she received about her joining 127. This statement caused multiple heads to turn towards her in worry, which, in turn, was amusing enough to her but eye-roll inducing. “Would you guys relax? I’m out of my emo phase about this, don’t worry.”

“I gave her cuddles last night, so she’s good,” Jaehyun’s dimples popped out as he handed her a water bottle. “Cuddles that she asked for, if I may add.”

Hannah smacked the 97 liner’s arm as a bunch of cries of disbelief rose from the rest of the members. Surprisingly, or not, a few of the older members suddenly gained energy once again and started coming at Hannah for not being affectionate with them. Both physically and verbally.

The British girl burst into laughter as she ran away from Johnny, Ten, Yuta, and Taeyong started chasing her around their practice room. When the other members said that they’d try to not treat her too much like a girl to not make her feel out of place, she didn’t think that would mean getting smothered with affection. In all honesty, she wasn’t prepared when members outside of Donghyuck, Jaemin, Kun, Johnny, and Jaehyun all started attempting to coddle her. She wasn’t used to it. She was used to coddling her two maknaes, not the other way around.

But they had all made it clear after the whole no-sleep fiasco that they were going to baby her to the best of their capabilities. When she tried to get Taeyong to talk them out of it, he pulled the “you’re-the-third-youngest-member” card and laughed it off.

Coming back to the present time, she felt someone grab her around the waist. It was Johnny, if his laughter wasn’t anything to tell by. Her face lit up as she remembered something that Yoonmi had taught her before. With some hesitation, she hooked her leg around Johnny’s leg and pulled forward until he was on the ground, her on top of him and somehow effectively pinning him down.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

Jisung’s voice was the one that broke the silence. “Did noona just… throw Johnny hyung to the ground?”

“Yes, she did,” Jeno smiled.

“This is rich,” Donghyuck’s snickers filled the room. “I can’t believe you actually used what Yoonmi taught you and made it work.”

Hannah shrugged her shoulders and got off of a still-in-shock Johnny while dusting off her hands. “Once I tried it on Jungkook oppa, I became pretty confident in doing it on anyone no matter their strength or size. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have dinner plans to go to.”

She picked up her bag and walked out the door, laughing as Donghyuck called for her to bring food home. Right, he was spending the night in her and Mark’s place. Just like he’s been doing every other night for weeks now.

Footsteps caught up with her, catching her attention and making her glance back. Jaehyun had caught up to her and thrown an arm around her shoulders.

“Hey, princess.”

“You know,” she laughed at him, “the others have started calling me princess because of you.”

“I’m the original,” he grinned, leaning his head a little closer to hers teasingly. “Mind telling me who you’re having dinner with?”

She rolled her eyes fondly at Jaehyun’s casual attempt of being protective. “Myself, actually. I read about this new restaurant opening up nearby, and I wanted to try the food out for myself before I recommend it to anyone.”

With one look at Jaehyun’s growing smile, Hannah knew he was going to start persuading her to let him come with her. Before he could say anything, she let out a groan and shrugged his arm off her shoulder.

Jaehyun was left watching her back as she walked away, unsure of what just happened. Once she was right in front of the elevators, she pressed the button, turned around, and looked at the 97 liner with a raised eyebrow.

“You coming?”

With a grin, Jaehyun made his way over to her. The elevator doors opened just as he got there. “I knew you loved me.”

She just scoffed, hiding her smile at the chance to bond with one of her new members. “You get fifteen minutes to shower. Meet me in our dorm building’s lobby after.

They accidentally matched outfits, much to Jaehyun’s delight. The moment she saw his pastel blue hoodie and white sweats, she made to get back into the elevator, but Jaehyun snickered at her and pulled her out of the dorm building.

That’s how she found herself seated in the corner booth of a new restaurant, aggressively stabbing the carrots in her dish and dropping them on the spare plate she had requested.

“Hannah,” Jaehyun watched her amusedly while taking some of her pasta with the carrot slice and eating it, “it isn’t so bad.”

She scrunched her nose at him. “The pasta isn’t bad, but who in their right mind puts carrot slices on pasta? Carrots are only good for carrot cakes, and you can’t even taste or feel them in those!”

Jaehyun chuckled and switched their plates, placing his creamy lemon chicken in front of her. “Eat that. You need protein to build up the strength if you’re going to have the complete NCT schedule like Mark and Haechan.”

“Don’t remind me,” she puts some of the chicken on the spare plate and pushed it closer to the boy in front of her. “After Chain, we have our last Dream Comeback with Mark. Have you heard the title song?”

“Not yet,” he gave her a look, “you’re not stressing yourself out, are you?”

For a while, all Jaehyun got from her in response was silence.

Hannah never really understood why the older members, especially recently, have been telling her to not stress herself out. In her point of view, stress was a normal part of the industry. If you weren’t getting stressed out, then didn’t that mean you didn’t care?

If anything, everything that she went through the past few months made her believe that to a greater degree. She cared a lot.

“Hey,” Jaehyun lightly knocked on the table in front of her, “thoughts out of your head and into our conversation, please.”

She composed herself. “Right, sorry. I am kinda stressing myself, but I don’t want anything I do to be half-assed, you know?”

He looked at her with curiosity. “How so?”

“I just feel like I wouldn’t be giving it my all if I wasn’t at least a little bit stressed. I care about my work and my performance, and I want it to show. I don’t know if it does.”

The older boy gave her a smile. “It does.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Jaehyun just shook his head, “You’ll never feel like it does because you’re always going to want to pick yourself apart to become better. Trust me when I say this, we all see how much you love this job and how you’re constantly improving.”

She poked at the food on her plate once again, although softly this time, lacking the violence she did it with earlier. She didn’t know if she wanted to believe Jaehyun’s words, but they sounded nice coming from him—someone who saw her work behind the scenes with fresh eyes. Should she take the benefit of her doubt and believe?

She snorted a little and looked down at her plate, not wanting to spiral into a number of “what ifs” running through her head again. It wasn’t worth it, it always took a lot longer to get things done when she spiralled. Instead, she decided to lift the mood a little bit.

Noticing the food on her plate somehow successfully separated completely between the rice and the meat, she looked up to meet Jaehyun’s eyes. “It’s what I get for being a virgo, I guess.”

“Don’t think I don’t know you don’t believe me,” Jaehyun poked her cheek, “but I’ll let it slide for now. Hey, how do those astrology things work, anyway?”

Hannah excitedly launched into an explanation of astrology in a mix of English and Korean, one unrelated thought echoing in her head.

Thank god that Jaehyun wasn’t only someone she felt she could talk to, but that he was also someone who knew when not to press.

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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Hello love *running to you with hearts overflowing from arms*. I hope you doing pretty you pretty one and ı wanna thank you 😘

this trope might be a little meh but I'm a simple woman 😈 PROTECTIVE AIZAWA!!! But not like jealousy, like "no matter what happens, no matter what you go through, even if there is no one by your side, I will always be with you."

Cause he had (still has) though times and dark moments too and no one can understand you better than him. I want to forget everything in his arms.

Hi sweetie! *kisses your cheeks* I hope you're doing good baby ❤️ let me tell you that I had a wonderful time working on your request so I hope it can bring you joy and puts a smile on your face because you deserve it! I love you so much 🥰

Title : Make it better

Characters : Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff!! Just some tooth rotting sweetness/ angst/ One shot

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

He knows. He has always known and understood your struggles, just the way you have always known and understood his.

_ "You are a part of me, the best part." is what he never fails to remind you of.

However, there are times when you stubbornly try to battle your fears all by yourself, failing each and every time to hide it from him.

And today was one of those days. You were absent minded, barely ate anything the whole day, made numerous mistakes while teaching and overall didn't look like your usual self despite pretending to be alright.

You were able to fool everyone, same as always, but not him. He said nothing when you kept avoiding him the whole day, and settled for subtly watching over you from afar.

It wasn't the time nor the place to discuss personal affairs after all.

However, as soon as you two entered your appartement and closed the door after yourselves..

_ "Y/n, let me see your face honey." he requested carefully, afraid of overwhelming you.

You flinched realizing that he had seen right through your charades, and battled against your expressions to come up with a believable smile.

_ "What is it Shōta? Oh that's right! Before I forget, what do you want for dinner? It's my turn to cook so you can go ahead and take a shower first, I'll have mine after we eat." you just blabbed nonsensical, hoping he would let it go.

He did, he knew you weren't ready to talk yet so he simply approached you with a reassuring smile and pulled you close to his chest, tracing your back and placing the softest kisses along your neck and shoulder. He held you for a while, saying nothing but it was alright, it was all you needed at that moment and you internally thanked him for understanding.

_ "Are you sure you don't need help with dinner?" he whispered nuzzling your hair, "we can always take a shower together afterwards."

You giggled hearing his cheeky proposal, and it was the reassurance he needed, at least for now.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You wiped the blurry bathroom mirror and looked at yourself for a moment. You could clearly see the lump in your throat as your shields were slowly crumbling.

You shook your head and opened the door to find Shōta waiting outside for you.

_ "Hey beautiful, I was about to see what took you so long." he tilted his head trying to get a better look at your face, "are you ready for bed?.. Oh.."

Your only response was to jump in his arms and finally break down. You were done pretending to be alright.

_ "Take it easy honey I got you." and he truly did, he truly does.

He took you in his arms and carried you straight to bed, placing you gently before joining you in.

You gave him no chance to settle, you just wanted to touch him, to rest your head on his chest and feel his soothing kisses.

He understood, of course he did, he is the love of your life as you are his, and you have been together long enough for him to realize what you needed even if you didn't say it.

_ "It's gonna be okay sweetheart, trust me." he pulled you impossibly close to himself and dragged his lips along your cheek and down to your quivering jaw, "no matter what happens, no matter what you go through, even if there is no one by your side, I will always be with you."

His warm voice and loving words made you sob louder, you were unable to stop yourself but it was fine, you weren't hurting anymore.

Incredible.. that was all you needed, all you ever wanted, and only he could make you feel better.

He waited until your sobs had stopped and only sniffles remained.

_ "Do you want to talk about it?" he didn't push you, never did, and he would wait for as long as you wish.

But you were finally ready, you wanted to share what was troubling you and so you did..

You kept your face buried deep in his chest as you let it all out, and each time you were overwhelmed with fear or hesitation to carry on, he would gently rub your back and kiss the top of your head while whispering a gentle: "it's okay honey, take your time." and it helped, it gave you strength to share everything with him.

You heaved a sigh of relief as soon as you finished talking. You finally felt lighter, calmer, strangely at peace and the gentle hand cradling the back of your head and stroking your hair soothed you further.

_ "It's fine to have moments of doubt every so often, that's part of being alive, but talking about it helps doesn't it? I know because I feel better everytime I talk to you about my own struggles." he moved his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up, "you are strong, sweet, smart, stubborn, caring, funny, beautiful inside and out." he pecked your nose once before placing the softest kiss on your lips, "I'm always here, always by your side so please don't push me away and don't hide from me. We'll figure it out together like we always do I promise."

_ "We will." and you smiled at last, that smile he's been craving to see the whole day, "I love you Shōta, you always know how to make things better."

He gently pressed his forehead to yours and let out a soft laughter: "you always know how to make things better for me too." his arms pulled you even closer against him as his lips moved to settle on your neck: "I love you more than anything else."

@aizawas-non-right-foot

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dilutedconfusion · 2 months

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okay listen so i've been thinking heavily on the yandere trope recently. but like with Kid as the yandere. and whenever i see yandere!Kid i feel like he's always the more sadistic version of yanderes.

basically used this post (hoping the link works for you🙏🙏) to look at the dif types bc i dont know all that😭 but i feel like he is always sadistic/possessive in fics. obvi all yandere!aus are gonna be at least a little ooc bc its a divergence of canon characteristics but hear me out girl...

delusional and overprotective yandere!Kid... like girl. or like basically a kinda soft yandere!Kid. but like still horrible and awful not GREAT at emotions. like he will still get mad and yell but otherwise? is strangely kind to you? (w you not really realizing any subtle manipulation tactics that him or Killer might be using cuz Killer is loyal asf to Kid🤞)

like being kidnapped by the Kid pirates, the worst of the worst generation, said to be cruel and sadistic. that's already bad, and you're terrified for your life. essentially having a meltdown because you had no idea what was going to happen to you, but you had a guess. you meet Kid and prepare to be tortured/killed. then he's like??? weirdly nice to you? like yeah he's gruff and kinda bitchy but that is a thousand times better than being killed.

thats as far as the thoughts go but see my vision?? figured you would appreciate the Kid thoughts🙏

OKAY OKAY I love this SOOO MUCH. Like I don’t think I can explain how much I love this but you SLAYED. GIVING ME LINKS AND DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS AND SHIZ 🤭💞 Okay so to get right to the point I will be of course writing a chapter on this (or maybe multiple on this because that’s how good of an idea it is pookie). BUT I don’t know when I’ll be able to churn out a full chapter. I mean probably soon but I sorta just want to get a better grasp of exactly the kind of character you want Kid to be before I start writing. So here’s a little traits list?? that I cooked up the minute I read over this just to get my creative juices flowing. Let me know if Im headed in the right direction and if there is any changes or additions you’d like to see. Other than that I’ll write up the chapter, tag and credit the hell out of you, and we can revel in softyandere!Kid together 🥰

Traits

Thinks that kidnapping you was the best choice for your life. That you will be the safest and happiest with him (even if you’re kidnapped and being held against your will)

Often uses manipulation tactics like love bombing, balant lying to keep you in the dark, and triangulation with Killer

Not only believes that everyone else in the world is a hazard to you (including most of his crew members) but you’re a hazard to yourself so he doesn’t allow you privacy??? This could be taken to the point where he feels like he needs to be in the same room with you at all times. Eyes on you whenever physically possible. Which is sorta intense so just let me know if that is too much for you (cause I could make it really gross or more mild lol)

Will do even the simplest task for you, not because he wants to do it to help, but because he doesn’t believe you can take care of yourself or MOREOVER he should be the only to take care of you because he is just that great. Which of course he will hang over y/n’s head in arguments and be like “BUT LOOK AT HOW MUCH I DO FOR YOU😡” type shit.

If you do constantly try to pull away from him he’ll think you’re just shy or playing hard to get and will therefore push your boundaries harder. But if you actually PHYSICALLY harm him or try to PERMANENTLY leave he’d rather tie you down until you apologize and say you weren’t in your right mind when you did that then listen to your plea seriously (HES SO DELULU) The punishment for this could also involve taking away material items or aspects of freedom because like you said he's not sadistic so he would never hurt you.

To put it simply y/n would feel like this “I like you Kid but I don’t like who you become when you're with me” WHICH WOULD CAUSE SOME SERIOUS TURBULENCE IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND SOME SWEET ANGST EVEN.

I would write more but I don’t want to give TO MUCH away plot wise. Sooo hopefully this gives you a good idea on how I’m thinking of portraying Kid. If you have any other questions of course ask me!! Any little tid bits will be much appreciated and thank you so much for requesting something from me Emma 🫶

#alicia answers <3

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 13 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/reflections-in-a-critical-eye/750663622945079296/you-forgot-about-tkkrs-claiming-jk-visited-tae-or?source=share

They're tkkrs they the kind of ppl who believes earth is whole flat. The restaurant where jk's streaming party was posted TH's signature thanking him but U know out of all that tkkrs 100% believed that he's thanking TH for organizing jk's listening party course jk can't and TH did. A normal thought would be that as he's posting that thanks with a new TH signature after 7 months it simply means TH visited it recently Cause BTS has already visited that restaurant multiple times but nahh if you're a tkkr you're trained to think beyond normal Brain, you go beyond imagination and create you own truth that's how it works.

Someone would offer me million dollars to be in that cult and i still won't chose it cause those dollars ain't worth me loosing my brain 😭 I can hardly take Shippers' theories Tkkrs are beyond that.

And yes i also saw a post connecting dots which implies implies jm is in busan and the vacation might last till next weekend or something. Glad he's getting some 2 weeks atleast. Idk when's MY boyfriend gonna write me that promised love letter again cause everyone on twitter was revealing their "pick your filter" boyfriends and i got reminded that mine said he'd come once in a while to say hii so I'm hanging onto that love letter, I'm hoping it's coming at the end of vacations but let's wait and see.

Have a good day, miss jm more 🥰

You know what? You're right. My boyfriend also promised to write a letter on weverse and so far nothing happened. He's been on vacation a few days now, time to open that app and do his job as the exemplary boyfriend that he is. Or should be. All his gfs/bfs/partners in crime/etc., came out today and revealed their relationship with him, so it's time for Jimin to also do something about it.

At this point I would be happy with an "I'm doing well 😊" too. I know I complain, but I'm actually not that picky at this point.

#m thoughts

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weebsinstash · 2 years

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Just some more ideas for sone stuff Mr Rich Douche Yandere would do to his darling/the Reader

--apparently hair elastics like ponytails can technically damage your hair, so if you use them he insists on tying your hair up with silk ribbons and other soft materials (and wants to do it himself obviously)

--doesn't let you swim in public pools or public bodies of water besides the ocean and even then that's on private property. Not only does he not want to have to share your half nude body with anyone else, but, poor people can be dirty and gross to the point of being another species in his eyes. And not to enable him but have you ever read those stories of people who don't bathe before going into pools because they believe the chlorine is like a shower? 🤢

--really, activities that require you touching other people or sharing things with other people just strike him as unsanitary and "you're too good for them anyways". He kind of thinks all poor people in general are trashy and you're just an exception, perfect to him in almost every way. No buffets, no public gyms, no bowling, no clubbing, no strip mall beauty salons/spas that might have dirty equipment, no sports events not in a private box, like, the list goes on and on

--pressures you into having "real hobbies" aka things he approves of, likes himself, and/or can do with you, but are usually like, rich people bullshit: painting, golfing, teaching you to play a classical instrument, archery, horseback riding

--dresses you in only the best, kind of excessively. Once you enter a serious relationship with him, he'll make you forget what jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers even are. Absolutely buys you new clothes to throw out and replace anything you owned before him.

--you know how some yanderes will go as far as to collect tissues, they're so obsessed with anything you've touched or owned? Not his ass! If it isn't super sentimental to you or something you use often, he slowly replaces everything you own with things he's bought for you. Only the best for his baby 🥰 and also no traces of your past can be allowed to remain. He's all you need now right? so let's get rid of all those things given to you by people who came before him. You don't need those useless old memories...

--none of your friends are good enough for him and he'll heavily discourage you from spending time with them, even outright bribing them/threatening them into avoiding you.

--wants to get married and tie you down basically right away, but he's calculated enough to at least kind of wait and make you love him first. If he's a noble, he'll pull strings for another noble to adopt you or something to "legitimize your status", and if he's a king or emperor he may just ignore the laws to let you be directly at his side and not a mere concubine. Who's gonna stop him? He's literally the man in charge

--i like to imagine at some point in the relationship you're living with him in one of his homes and he's in his office with his multiple computer monitors that he uses for work, and he's just sitting there watching you through security cameras to see you in your private moments, simply craving and consuming every last detail about you no matter how personal

--when he's away, you're assigned private security because he's wealthy/important enough that you could be kidnapped. He definitely overplays the possibility of danger when you bring up doing anything that loosens his control and surveillance, though. He'll tell you it's only because he treasures you much and has to keep you safe

--all im saying is that he's "leader of a country" level rich and money can achieve anything. That ex-boyfriend you bumped into on a date with him? Missing without a trace, the cops don't even investigate. Relationship go south and you run away? A black van rolls up while you're on the sidewalk and you get taken right back by men in black suits who are being paid way too much to mind if you bite and scream. You start cracking under the pressure if all his expectations and say you'll leave him? Threaten to hurt yourself? Hippity hoppity your body is his property, and he's sending you to a private clinic where they'll force meds into you and monitor you while he finishes his business affairs and sets up a nice little "vacation home" for you both to "take time off" and for you to "clear your head". He's thinking an island, something nice and remote....

#yandere stuff #sinprompts #the name i had in mind was deacon 👉👈 deacon st mallory. give him a fancy ass rich boy name

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afterdarkprincess · 8 months

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The Devil’s in the Details (But You got a Friend in Me)- Part 3

Samijey Fic- AU from the Royal Rumble

Back with a nice juicy update for you all!! It's a long one :)

Probably gonna be a couple more parts to this coming, I have so many ideas for where this is going.

Thank you so much to @elementaldoughnut12 for the prompt and cheering me on through this whole process 🥰

Tags for @feelschicken and @southerngirl41 - if anyone else would like tags in the future please let me know!

Part One

Part Two

This fic is Explicit and contains: Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Rimming, and Body Worshipping

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The morning comes and as tired as Jey is, he pries himself out of bed just as the sun rises. If he only has a handful of hours with Sami today, he’s going to make the best of them.

He throws his gym gear silently in an effort not to wake Jimmy, who’s still snoring away in the other bed, and creeps out of the room in the pale morning light. He makes his way down to the hotel gym, yanking the door open to find Sami perched on the weight bench.

Despite how tired he is, Jey’s face lights up into a smile. Sami looks up at the sound of the door opening, cheeks full as he smiles and pushes himself up to standing.

Jey’s eyes scan the room, checking to be sure that they’re alone, before cupping Sami’s face in his hands and pulling him into a deep kiss.

Sami’s lips taste like coffee and the tiniest hint of toothpaste, and it’s perfect. Jey still can’t believe he gets to have this now, after all this time.

They break apart and Sami laughs. “Good morning to you too,”

They pick up a familiar routine from the months they spent traveling and training together, though Sami still can’t do much. Jey spends time on the different machines, music blaring in one ear while the other listens to Sami, engaging in conversation.

You’d think they wouldn’t have much to say to one another, after being in constant contact via text and calls, but they don’t miss a beat, talking about anything and everything.

After Jey finishes his last series of reps, dripping sweat and enjoying the familiar ache in his muscles, as he racks the weights he lets himself just look at Sami.

Sami, who is beautiful in the light pouring in through the windows, the sun lighting up that wild ginger hair that’s pulled back into a bun. He’s doing arm curls, unintentionally showing off the added bulk and definition he’s put on them in the last few months, and he’s still talking between reps. He fills the space with his warm voice, and as Jey watches he notices that Sami’s face and cheeks are definitely fuller now too. How he didn’t notice last night, he’s not sure, but it’s all he can look at now.

“-and I just think that after all these years they’re doing Kofi dirty, you know?” Sami seems to finish his thought, looking up to meet Jey’s eyes as he racks the dumbbell he was using.

Jey nods, hoping that its not too obvious that he hasn’t been paying his full attention to the conversation.

“I really fuckin’ missed you, Sami.” The words tumble out of his mouth, but he can’t regret them when Sami is smiling like that.

“Missed you too,” He replies, standing up from the bench again.

Jey takes a few steps, intending to cross the room and show Sami just how much he’d missed him, but he’s stopped by the sound of the gym door opening.

His youngest brother stands in the doorway, face impassive as usual as he glances between the two of them.

“Mornin’ Solo,” Sami says cheerfully, as if they haven’t been caught alone together twice now.

“Yeah- uh’ Morning, uce.” Jey tries for nonchalant and fails miserably.

Solo fixes him with a stare that seems to know way too much, but he simply grunts in response and puts his headphones on.

Jey sneaks a glance at Sami, who’s still smiling though now his cheeks are dusted with a blush that makes Jey want to bite at them. He’ll file that impulse away for later.

They finish up their respective workouts and head back to their rooms, sneaking one more kiss when they have the elevator to themselves.

“You sure we gotta get breakfast with everybody else?” Jey knows he’s whining but he’s dreading the idea of sitting across a table from Sami under the ever watchful eyes of his family.

Sami tangles their hands together. “You’re the one who insists on keeping this between us right now,”

He groans, hating that Sami is right.

But the fear is still there, as its been a solid 12 hours since their defeat and both he and Jimmy have heard nothing from Roman. While usually no news would be good news, this silence is uncharacteristic of the Tribal Chief and it’s unsettling.

He needs to take care of this situation with Roman, find some way to get out from under his thumb before he’ll feel secure enough to tell them about Sami. It’s been a long three years of living under his cousin’s control, and now he has a brand new reason to fight.

“Soon,” He says, pressing their foreheads together as the elevator climbs. “Soon, okay?”

They reach their floor and go their separate ways to shower and get ready for breakfast.

Jimmy is still snoring in their room, but it’s late enough that Jey doesn’t feel bad making noise and shaking his twin awake.

“We gettin’ Waffle House, Uce! Get yo’ ass up!”

Breakfast goes about as well as Jey imagined.

The four of them crammed into a too-small booth, he’s both blessed and cursed to have Sami pressed in next to him, hyperaware of all the places their bodies touch in the tight space.

Jimmy asked Sami about a million questions, everything from his recovery to the shows he’s been watching and anything in between.

Solo chimed in every now and again, his soft spot for Sami showing.

Jey himself tries not to say too much, since he’s gotten to have so much time with Sami where they haven’t. As much as he wants to be selfish, his family is still important to him, and ultimately it makes him happy that they all get along so well.

It’s easier to forget the pressures on them all when they’re like this, stuffing their faces full of shitty diner food and laughing over each other’s goofy antics. Behaving like the family that they are, and not whatever twisted version of family that Roman presents for them all.

Keeping his hands off Sami is still difficult, when he wants to press kisses to his face at each smile.

Sami’s hand finds his under the table, as their plates are cleared away, intertwining their fingers together and rubbing his thumb in slow circles on the back of his palm.

How Sami understands exactly what he needs at any moment Jey will never know, but he’s grateful for it all the same.

His phone unhelpfully shows the time, the morning having slipped away. They’d have to return to the hotel soon for Sami to collect his things and get to LAX to make his flight back home.

And then he’d have to face whatever grief Roman would throw at them for losing the match, surely it would be a shouting match before Roman’s fight and Jey was not looking forward to it. Still, he’ll take it gladly if it keeps the Tribal Chief’s eyes on him and not his brother or his… partner? Boyfriend felt juvenile, not quite right, and lover was closer but it felt too intimate for casual conversation.

They’d have to talk about that at some point, what they are to each other, but for now Jey is just satisfied to be able to call Sami his.

—

They all pile back in the rental car and return to the hotel without much fanfare. Jey volunteers to help Sami with his bags and get him into the scheduled Uber, which earns another searching look from Solo, but thankfully he doesn’t ask any questions.

They make quick work of Sami’s bags, meaning that Jey is holding both of them and refusing to let Sami carry anything, and make their way back down to the lobby to wait for the Car.

Jey feels brave suddenly in this crowded room full of strangers, watching Sami talk about his travel plans. He grabs a hold of Sami’s jacket to get his attention before cradling Sami’s face in his hands and kissing him, closing his eyes in an attempt to savor every moment.

When they break apart, Sami’s face breaks into the most beautiful smile.

“What was that for?”

’Cause I love you. ‘Cause you ain’t even left and I already miss you. ‘Cause you’re the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. ‘Cause m’not gonna see that smile in person for a long two weeks.

Jey doesn’t say those things, he’s never been great about expressing his feelings verbally. He’ll have to show Sami how he feels in other ways for now.

“Just tryin’ to shut you up, for real.”

It gets a laugh out of Sami, but his phone rings in his hand signaling the arrival of his Uber, and Jey tries desperately to keep his emotions in check.

He follows Sami with the bags and puts them in the waiting car as Sami talks with the driver.

Sami looks at him again, sighing. “I’m sorry I gotta go, babe,” He opens his arms, and Jey flies into them like a magnet, burying his face in Sami’s neck.

He holds on for too long, and feels Sami press a kiss to his hair and clutch him tighter to his chest.

Jey finally lets go, pressing one more lingering kiss to Sami’s lips.

“Have a good flight, manamea” He says softly, barely above a whisper.

Sami nods, taking one last opportunity to hold Jey’s face in his hands like he’s the most precious thing in the world. “You’re gonna be sick of me messaging and calling you.”

Jey playfully rolls his eyes. “Ain’t no way. Fact, you’re gonna be sick o’ ME,” he sniffs, trying to cover the thick emotion creeping up in his throat.

“Never,” Sami presses one last kiss to his’s nose, before releasing Jey’s and turning to the open car door. “Be careful, please make it home in once piece.”

“Can’t make no promises,”

The door shuts, blocking his view of Sami waving, and the car takes off. Leaving him standing alone with his hand raised. He feels breathless, like Sami went and took all the air with him.

—

Jimmy and Jey are told by Paul that their services aren’t needed at ringside for Roman’s match that evening. It’s a clear dismissal, bearing no arguments, and it sets Jey’s nerves on edge.

He wins, with Solo’s help of course. The petty side of Jey almost wishing that Roman too would lose the belts and the glory just as he and Jimmy had, but realistically the loss would have hurt him too, not just their family standing but their roles within the company would be on the line without them.

Jey gets messages from Sami the whole day, letting him know when he lands and makes it back to the house, settling in for the evening.

Jimmy went out for drinks with some of the other members of the roster, giving Jey some alone time in their room. Which he uses to call Sami, curled up in bed and if he closes his eyes he can just imagine that Sami is right next to him instead of thousands of miles away. Close enough to touch and hold and kiss.

When it’s late and they’re barely awake, risking Jimmy’s return with every minute, Jey just can’t bear to hang up the line. He feels like a damn schoolgirl, head over heels and nearly ready to ask Sami to be the one to hang up.

“Jey?” Sami’s voice is soft, tired.

“Yee?”

“I love you,” There’s silence, and the sound of Sami’s breath. “And I don’t mean in an ucey way this time.”

Jey feels heat rising in his cheeks, as he processes what Sami is saying to him.

“You don’t have to say it back yet, I’ll understand if you don’t, but I just wanted you to know.”

Tears well in his eyes, but his mouth is dry, his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth.

what is the MATTER wit’ you, uce?! You LOVE him!! He is the sun and the air that you breathe!! He is the only HOME we ever had, open yo’ damn mouth!

“I wanted you to know that I love you, Jey. Titles or not.” Sami’s voice cracks at the end, betraying the sincerity of his words.

Jey wants to tell him, wills the words to come, but there’s an old fear in him, a deep repression of his feelings that sticks into his throat.

“Jey?”

Finally, Jey opens his lips, but he can’t find it within himself. “I- Sami, I do…”

Sami immediately talks over him, “it’s okay, Jey, really. I don’t need to hear it right now, really. It’s okay, I know, baby.”

Jey’s spluttering, frustrated and angry with himself. “Can’t right now. I don’t know-”

“It’s okay, baby. Get some rest okay? I’ll let you go.”

As much as he hates to end the call, Jey feels like an open wound has been torn into his chest. It should be easy, three little words. In fact he’s said them before, on live television and in front of his whole family.

Not like this though. You said you loved him like a brother that ain’t the same.

The thoughts in his head are loud and confusing and frustrating, and he can’t deal with them.

“‘Kay,” He sighs into the phone. “G’night, manamea”

The term of endearment rolls of his tongue so easily, such a contradiction. Maybe its easier because Sami doesn’t know what it means.

“Night, Jey.”

The line goes silent, and Jey’s exhausted. He wraps himself up in the blankets and falls into a fitful sleep.

—

Despite how much he’d been dreading them the following two weeks fly by pretty quickly for Jey.

Neither he nor Jimmy hear from Roman, and so they deal with the loss of the titles the only way they know how, by harassing the Brutes and demanding a rematch.

They’re booked for house shows on their off nights, but Jey still calls Sami every night. They trade messages all day, but still find ways to talk late into the night.

Sami tells him that he loves him every night before hanging up. Jey still can’t bring himself to do the same.

He vows to himself to show Sami, in every way that he can. Sami knows, as always understanding Jey in ways that no one else has ever bothered to try, but he deserves to hear it, in whatever way Jey can deliver the message.

It’s announced that Roman will be present at that friday’s smackdown, the night before Jey is set to take his week off, and some part of Jey is relieved to have a face to face with Roman. This waiting game is making him unsettled, no matter the punishment it’s gotta be better than the silence.

Jimmy and Jey arrive to the arena together, early as usual. They don’t have a match on the card for the evening but the segment with Roman will surely end in some kind of altercation and it’s in their best interest to be prepared.

Jey’s bags are packed and with him, ticket on his phone for a red eye flight that’ll get him to Orlando around 9 am, where Sami will be waiting for him.

This is the last obstacle, the last hurdle before their week away together, and Jey is filled with nervous energy.

He expects to see Roman in their locker room before, but Solo arrives alone, headphones covering his ears. His younger brother has been around them less since Wrestlemania, and it doesn’t help Jey’s feelings of unease.

Paul shows up with 15 minutes to spare until the start of the show, loud and annoying as ever, informing them that their segment will start the show.

“Where big Uce?” Jimmy asks.

“The Tribal Chief is a busy man, you must understand. He’ll be arriving just on time, not to worry!”

Dread creeps up in his stomach, like he’s back in the Thunderdome again. Jey is all too familiar with these kinds of mind games, and it doesn’t bode well to how the night will go.

He looks at his phone one last time, finding a message from Sami.

Good Luck out there tonight <3 6:50pm

He sends back a thumbs up and a heart, and stuffs the phone in his bag before following his brothers to gorilla position.

Roman is waiting there when they arrive with a smile on his face. He claps each of their shoulders as they prepare for their entrance, but there’s a look in his eyes that is anything but reassuring.

Jey plays his part, going through the familiar motions of their entrance, the slow walk to the ring and Roman’s posturing before demanding acknowledgement from the crowd.

He then launches into a tirade, first about Royal Families, then directing his speech to Solo. Praising his abilities and his dedication to solving the family’s problems, the way he’s dealt with Sheamus and Drew McIntyre in the proceeding months.

Solo mumbles something too low for Jey to hear, eliciting a laugh from their cousin.

“See how good he is! Worrying about our problem with the rest of the Brawling Brutes, they did take out our Honorary Uce after all. But no Solo, don’t worry about that, those mangy mutts aren’t our problem.” Roman paces like a shark, looking to draw blood.

“The real problem here are your brothers.”

Jey feels like he’s been doused with cold water. No matter how much he knew this was coming, it doesn’t help the rising fear as he moves closer to Jimmy, putting himself between his twin and Roman.

“What did y’all think was gonna happen, huh? You thought you’d just lose in the Main Event at Wrestlemania and we wasn’t gonna talk about it?”

Jey keeps his gaze downward.

“You were supposed to take revenge on those idiots for injuring Sami, correcting the fact that you let him get hurt at all, allowed him to take that fall for YOU.”

Roman’s face is up in his and it’s all Jey can do to bite his tongue. He feels the sting of his nails digging into his palms.

“And what did you do? Not only did you lose the match, but you lost the Tag Team Championships! And you’re just gonna beg for a rematch?” He circles around them again, menacing. “You EMBARRASS me. You embarrassed our family. Our Bloodline.”

Jey feels sick to his stomach. Feels waves of discomfort coming off of Jimmy, that distaste for authority thats dogged them both their whole lives.

Roman pushes an accusatory finger to his chest. “You should know better than this, Apologize!”

Jey’s eyes flick up, meeting Jimmy’s and immediately Jey knows that his twin does not understand the situation they’ve found themselves in. He’s making faces, talking under his breath. “Can you believe this shit, Uce?”

Jey knocks a hand into Jimmy’s side, shaking his head no.

It’s not enough, Roman’s in their space again. “Don’t look at him! Look at me, I’m dead serious, Apologize!”

Jimmy cracks a smile, laughing in the face of stress, like they’re schoolboys in detention again. “You can’t be for real, right now-“ He’s not mic’d up, it’s for their families ears only.

“Oh you’re smiling? I’m here to make you laugh? You think I’m a clown?” Roman shoves Jimmy, hard enough to knock him off balance and Jey feels his stomach fall to the floor.

All he sees is the cell match again, his nightmares of Roman’s hands on his twin, on Sami, he has to do something to fix this and make this right. Has to swallow his pride, make it home to Sami in the morning.

He steps between them again, grabbing a microphone. “We apologize, Uce. Alright?”

Jimmy glares at him, but he can’t focus on his brothers hurt feelings. He has a job to do to protect the people he loves.

“We apologize- you’re right. Yo, give us one more shot, Uce. We’ll bring the tag titles home. We’ll get revenge for Sami. Just give us another shot, Uce.” Jimmy bristles behind his back, but he blocks him.

Roman rubs his hands in his beard, appeased but clearly still not happy. He brings the mic back to his lips. “You have one more shot to fix this.” Then, he drops his hand away, leaning in close to Jey. “You know what happens if you don’t.”

Terror washes over him, but he tries desperately to keep it together, rubbing his face to hide in his hands.

“Tell ‘em, Wiseman.” Finally Roman retreats from them, and Jey can at least breathe.

“My Tribal Chief has authorized me to inform you all of a confirmed match for Backlash in Puerto Rico! The Tag Team Championships will come home to the Bloodline when The Usos avenge their fallen brethren and defeat the disgusting Brawling Brutes.”

They had another shot. One last shot if Roman’s words rang true, and in Jey’s experience his cousin was not one to lie.

—

Roman clears off once they exit the ring, no doubt taking a private flight back home that night.

Jimmy is pissed at him, giving him grief the second they get back into the locker room.

“The fuck was that about, Uce? Why you apologize to him? We didn’t do nothin’ wrong! How you jus’ gon’ let him treat us like that?”

Jey collapses onto the bench, shaking his head. “You don’ understand, Uce. It was bad ‘nough when it was jus’ us he could fuck with. It ain’t jus’ about us no more.”

“What you talkin’ bout? Roman’s already fuckin’ with us, gettin’ in our face like that! Shit’s messed up, Uce.” Jimmy paces furiously, and Solo watches him with his eyes.

Jey rubs his hands against his temples, trying to will away the headache thats brewing behind his eyes.

“Uce-“

“Can’t you understand why I don’ like him gettin’ at you like that?” Jimmy stops in front of him, pinning him with his eyes.

He sighs, “Yea- I jus’-“

“Jus’ nothin’!” He rolls his eyes, grabbing his bag and shrugging it onto his shoulders. “Guess I gotta deal wit’ this ’til you get back.”

“Jimmy-“

“Have a good vacay, Uce. Tell Sami I said hello.” He sounds disappointed, and it’s a hard pill to swallow. Jey hadn’t said a word about where he was going, figures his twin would just know.

The door slams shut behind Jimmy with a loud bang, and he winces. This whole evening felt bad enough without this added guilt on top of it. He’s about to dig into his bag, to get his phone out to see if there were any messages from Sami, who for sure had seen the whole thing on TV.

He hears a cough from the corner of the room, where Solo sits with his arms crossed and a particularly deep scowl on his face.

“I know, Uce.”

Jey’s head snaps up. “What you mean?”

He hears his heartbeat in his ears, the dread from earlier creeping back. Solo has spent so much time with Roman recently, and as much as he still wants to love and trust his baby brother, he’s cautious.

“I seen you and Sami, at the hotel after ‘Mania.” Solo’s face changes, looking visibly uncomfortable, nervous rather than angry, and as much as his hackles are raising he stays calm.

“What you see, Uce?”

Solo blushes visibly, something Jey hasn’t seen in a very long time, when Solo was just a shy little boy.

“Saw you, uh, kissin’. In the lobby. When he was leavin’.”

Jey nodded, “And you didn’t tell big Uce?” It was clear, if Roman had any idea about him and Sami he would have known by now.

Solo shook his head. “Nah- I get it.” He slowly approached, still sheepish. “Jus’ wanted you to know. S’cool with me.”

Jey could cry with relief. The fact that Solo knew and was okay with him and Sami meant the world to him. “T-Thanks, Solo. That- um, thanks.”

“Can I-?” Solo holds out his big arms, looking more like an overgrown teddy bear than the terrifying enforcer of the Bloodline. Jey stands in an instant and crashes into his younger brothers arms for a tight hug. “I might- if the Tribal Chief, if he wants me to hurt you, I won’t-“

“S’okay, Uce.” He nods, “I get it, I do.”

“I don’t want to,” Solo says, voice low. “Don’t wanna hurt any of you.”

“I know, we all do what we gotta do.”

Solo finally releases him. “Did Sami keep the bear?”

The question takes him off guard, and it takes him a second to realize what Solo’s talking about.

“Yea, actually. Keeps it on his bed and everything, big softie.” Jey laughs, scratching at his neck.

“Cool,” His younger brother nods, a small smile on his face. “Have a good week, Uce. You deserve it.”

Jey smiles, his heart full. Solo gathers his own belongings and heads out with a small wave.

Jey finally checks his phone, finding a slew of concerned text messages from Sami. He fires off a quick reply as he exits the locker room, dragging his suitcase behind him.

M’okay, Sami. On my way to you. 8:30pm <3 8:31pm

—

His flight is uneventful, he sleeps for most of it despite the nervous energy filling his body with every mile he gets closer to Sami, to home.

He collects his bags, making his way to the terminal, where he sees Sami, standing with a sign like the absolute cheeseball he is. The sign reads “MAIN EVENT JEY USO” and it warms his heart.

“Been a long time since anyone’s called me that,” He laughs, pulling Sami in for a kiss. It’s been a very long two weeks and waiting any longer to have Sami’s lips on his is intolerable.

Sami tastes like the fancy coffee he drinks and the vanilla protein shakes they both typically have for breakfast. He kisses like he does everything else, with boundless energy and enthusiasm, and Jey knows he’ll never get tired of it.

When they part, Sami replies, “Such a shame honestly, you have so much potential they aren’t tapping into. You’d make a great singles competitor.”

Jey scoffs, “Nah, m’already in hot water as it is. Tribal Chief ain’t gonna let me do singles anytime soon.”

Sami rolls his eyes, “Roman doesn’t know everything. He’s more worried about the threat you’d pose than anything else.”

“Still…” His cousin’s words linger in the back of his mind.

“Let’s not talk about it now, huh?” Sami wraps his arms around Jey’s torso in a warm embrace. “Missed you, Jey.” The words are whispered into the skin of his neck.

Jey drops a kiss to Sami’s hair, where it’s pulled back into a half-bun. “Missed you too, manamea.”

They part, gathering Jey’s backpack and suitcase and head out of the airport hand in hand, Sami handing over the keys to the car. The warm Florida sun streams into the car, and they talk during the whole drive, Sami asking him a million questions about the previous night’s events.

Sami assures him multiple times that there’s no reason for him to feel guilty about losing to Ridge, that seeking revenge like this can’t bring anything good. Sami wants to take a piece out of the brutes himself, but he wouldn’t be cleared for months still.

His follow up appointment after Wrestlemania had gone well, he’s progressing ahead of schedule but it’s still a long road ahead before he’ll be back in the ring and training.

Jey watches Sami’s face as he talks, staring at him a little too often despite the fact that he’s driving. Sami’s cheeks might be even fuller than they were two weeks ago, and Jey can’t wait to kiss and bite each of them.

They arrive to the house and get Jey’s bags dropped inside the door and Jey is on Sami in an instant, scooping him into a bridal carry. He peppers kisses all over his face, even as Sami laughs in delight.

Jey takes them into Sami’s bedroom, depositing him onto the bed gently and yanking his own shirt up and over his head.

Sami stares at his chest openly, and Jey feels heat pooling in his gut. Even with talking to Sami every night, there’s no privacy with life on the road, especially not with his brothers.

Their first (and last) physical interaction had been rushed, an act of desperation in a backstage locker room, and Jey was determined to make this time special, to truly give Sami the love and care that he deserved. If he still couldn’t make himself say the words to tell Sami how much he loved him, this would have to convey it.

Sami’s sat up at the edge of the bed, smiling at Jey like he hung the sun and the moon. The bed sits high up enough that he can kiss Sami without having to bend down too much, standing in between his legs that just dangle at the edge.

The first few kisses are short, sweet. Jey can’t get enough of the feeling of their beards touching, the way their noses press together when he moves his head. Sami’s hands run up the exposed skin on his torso, coming to rest around his neck and keeping him close.

They stop to breathe for a moment, but Jey stays close, closing his eyes to take in this moment. Pressing another few kisses to the light freckles on Sami’s face.

“Thought about this all the time,” Sami says. “Even before the injury, even when you didn’t like me.”

“Was an idiot,” He mumbles, remembering the cold distrust in his heart. How could he have ever not trusted Sami?

Sami brings his hands to hold Jey’s face, pulling them apart enough to fix him with a stare. “You were scared, Jey. Justifiably so. And angry that I willingly signed up for what had been beaten into you. I wouldn’t have liked me either.”

“Don’t matter, you’re family now,” Jey kisses him again. “Even Big Uce can’t give you shit nomore.”

“Yeah..” Sami trails off, sounding unsure. “Don’t wanna think about him now, honestly.” His giggle is precious, lighting up his face.

Jey’s close enough to finally indulge himself, gently biting at the fullness of Sami’s cheek, which causes him to laugh even more. Jey threads his fingers gently in Sami’s wild curls and turns his head to bite at the other cheek, then licks up the side of his face to taste the warmth of Sami’s skin.

“Ugh, you’re so gross.” Sami teases, playfully shoving him away.

“Still love me though,” It’s a smart retort, meant to tease Sami back, but the ginger’s face gets soft again and he’s pulled back in for another slow, achingly sweet kiss.

“I really do,” Their lips connect again. “Love you so much, Jey- you have no idea-“

Jey takes advantage of Sami’s open mouth to deepen their kiss further, sliding his tongue in to explore Sami’s mouth. He samples the moan it elicits, savoring the flavor that is so uniquely Sami.

He reaches down to take the hem of Sami’s shirt into his hands, pushing it up before breaking off their kiss to take the shirt up and off, yeeting it into the corner of the room. He’s delighted to notice that Sami’s tits are even a little bit bigger and he takes one in each hand, squeezing gently.

“I’m in for it when I get cleared,” Sami mumbles, a light blush tinting his cheeks and neck.

Jey tweaks one of his nipples, admiring the way the flesh jiggles. “You ain’t need to lose none of this.” He ducks his head, sucking the other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub before nipping lightly. “Love these pretty tits, so perfect.” Sami’s head falls back with a groan, exposing the long line of his throat. Jey makes his way there, dragging his tongue along the way. He presses more kisses there, before stopping. “Can I…?”

Sami lets out a garbled moan and he nods, and Jey takes that permission to suck and bite at the tender pale skin of Sami’s neck. Under him Sami’s hips buck rhythmically, and Jey is painfully aware of how hard he’s becoming. He pauses to admire the bruise that’s formed, licking it a few times just to see it glisten in the light.

Hands pull him back up to eye level and into another kiss, falling back together until Sami’s head meets the mattress and Jey gets to relish in the feeling of finally being on top of this man. He plants his hips to the side of Sami’s torso, his hard dick just ghosting against the tops of Sami’s plush thighs and it drags a groan out of his mouth.

It makes him aware of the amount of clothes that they both still have on, and Jey didn’t travel thousands of miles and wait two weeks to come in his pants again.

He pushes himself back up, despite the pout that comes across Sami’s face.

“Got too many clothes on,” He grumbles.

Jey tears his pants and boxers down his legs, nearly tripping as he steps out of them in his haste.

“Damn, Jey.” He looks back at Sami, sitting back up now and staring at his dick with open longing. “That all for me?”

Jey nods, giving himself a few dry strokes, collecting the precum thats dripped from the head and using it as lubricant. “Ye, Sami. Been so hard stayin’ with Jim n’ Solo, never have a second to myself.”

He gives Sami another quick kiss before helping him to his feet and guiding Sami’s shorts off as well, guiding the fabric around the bulk of the knee brace. He steadies Sami as he kicks off the offending garments, and comes eye to eye with those delicious thighs. He’s put on weight here too, with delicate stretch marks in the creases where his legs meet his torso. Jey’s mouth waters at the thought of putting his dick between those thighs, wonders if Sami’s ever known that pleasure before and if not delights in the idea of introducing him to it.

He takes the opportunity while he’s kneeling to lick at the stretch marks, and nip at the skin. Sami squirms, but he holds him fast, taking his time to give his thighs the attention they deserve. He switches sides, deliberately avoiding Sami’s cock, tempting though it is.

Sami’s fingers run through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp and sending tingles down his spine. Jey thinks he’d gladly spend hours here if given the chance, but he has so many plans.

He plants one more kiss to the sensitive skin before rising to his feet and picking Sami up again, taking him by surprise. He moves them around to the side of the bed before gently putting Sami down into the pillows at the headboard and snagging a few others.

In Jey’s late night frustrations the last few weeks, he’d kept himself busy researching, figuring out positions and tricks to keep Sami’s knee comfortable during sex. The last thing he wants to do is injure the man further.

He carefully folds one of the pillows and tucks it under the brace for support, then hauls himself up onto the bed with the last pillow. He gently takes Sami’s hips in his hand and pulls them up, helped with Sami’s good knee bracing himself. He slides the pillow under Sami’s ass and letting him rest his hips there, raised up from the bed.

Jey takes the opportunity to get a handful of ass, squeezing and pinching playfully, while he settles himself between Sami’s splayed open thighs. He catches sight of Sami’s face, the other man looking at him with an expression that he can’t read and suddenly Jey feels nervous.

“This- uh this alright? Guess I never asked if you ever- if you even want-“ Jey covers his face in embarrassment.

“No- no, Jey! I mean- yes! This is more than alright.” Jey’s hands are pulled away from his face by Sami’s warm hands and his face is right there, stealing a quick kiss. “I’ve been thinking about getting you inside me for ages, are you kidding me? This is exactly what I want.”

Jey kisses him again, relieved. As usual Sami is four steps ahead of him, but still meets him where he is. He still has a hard time believing that he can just have this, that he deserves this man at all.

“Okay, good-“ Jey pecks his lips again. “Great. You stay here, get comfy.” He hops back off the bed and goes to grab the bag he dropped, quickly grabbing the bottle of lube and condoms he purchased just for this and returning to the bedroom.

He pauses in the doorway for a moment, admiring the morning light streaming in from the windows, the way it plays on Sami’s pale skin, the way it turns the ginger of his hair to flame. His head rolls, turning his face to look at Jey and hitting him with a smile.

His heart is in his throat and he crosses the room in quick strides. It’s always been a struggle to keep his hands off of Sami when they’re in the same room, and he has no reason to hold himself back anymore. He gives Sami another sweet kiss before taking his place again on the bed between Sami’s tempting thighs. He runs his hands over the soft flesh, humming softly. “Wanna fuck these thighs later,” He flicks open the cap on the bottle of lube, pouring a liberal amount onto his fingers. “But right now, wanna open you up Sami.”

He starts with one finger, slowly working back and forth across the tight ring of muscle, teasing him with slow circles and not quite enough pressure to sink in. He hears a soft moan of his name come from the pillows and pushes in, feeling the soft warm heat envelop his finger as he explores and stretches Sami’s hole.

Jey’s dick is diamond hard just thinking about how good it will feel to buried inside, but he’s going to take Sami apart before then. Today is about Sami.

He takes his time, listening to the moans and reactions that each motion draws out of the other man. Jey adds another finger, coating them in lube, searching for Sami’s prostate as he scissors his fingers to open him up. He feels the spot with the pad of one finger and hears a cut off cry from Sami and he knows he’s found what he was looking for.

Jey massages the spot with both fingers, watching as the motion causes more precum to leak from Sami’s dick, drooling out to puddle on his plush stomach. He can’t wait to lick that up later.

“Takin’ it so good, Sami, so good for me.” Jey’s unoccupied hand runs up and down Sami’s side, blunt nails just barely scratching at the skin. “Wanna make you feel so good.”

Sami starts talking, and in typical fashion, doesn’t stop. A litany of praises fall from his lips and it’s music to Jey’s ears. “More, more baby- need you inside me Jey, want it so bad, please please give it to me.”

The words go straight to Jey’s dick, and he’s ready for it too but he also doesn’t want to break Sami in half. Jey’s dick is, well it’s certainly not small, above average in length and thick. He adds another finger into Sami’s hole, earning another delicious moan and pleas for more and harder.

He flexes his hand, spreading his fingers wide against the velvet walls of Sami’s hole, getting him nice and open and wet. He drills his fingers in, deep and slow dragging against his prostate each time and hearing Sami’s moans creep higher and higher. He stares at his fingers going in and out, the sweet wink of Sami’s hole when he pulls them out.

Sami whines, but Jey ducks down and licks into Sami’s hole, filling him again with his tongue. Jey feels Sami’s hand clutching at his while his whole body trembles, and he wraps their fingers together as he feasts on Sami’s sweet taste.

“Oh god, please baby, please I’m so ready, so ready Jey- come on,” Sami’s mouth is still running, and Jey decides to give in to him.

He pulls back, licking his lips and running his hands back up Sami’s thighs, changing directions and trailing up to Sami’s stomach, loving on his tummy rolls and the swell of his tits. He finds Sami’s face wet with tears and he panics a little, brushing his cheeks to wipe the tears away.

“You okay, Sami?”

Sami nods, breathing heavily into a smile. “Yea, m’okay baby. Just need you now.”

Jey gives him a quick kiss, “Got you, Sami- Gonna give ya what you need.” He reaches for the condoms sitting behind him, but Sami stops his arm. “Sami?”

“I know you’re good, baby. You know I’m clean. If you’re okay with it-“

“You gon’ let me go in raw?”

Sami nods feverishly. “Want it, want you-“

Jey wastes no more time, moving to line himself up with Sami’s hole, the fat head of his dick just kissing the pink skin that glistens with lube and Jey’s spit. He moves, pushing from his hips and drilling his cock in slowly, watching as he’s enveloped in Sami’s body.

He buries himself inside, pausing when he’s finally all the way in and fighting the urge to immediately start fucking, giving Sami time to adjust as he feels his hole twitching around him. He’s tight, even with the lube, and warm and perfect and Jey’s seeing stars. He blinks a few times. looking down at Sami’s face where more tears are leaking from his eyes.

“Please, Jey, move baby I can take it, give it to me, feels so big, so fucking good-“

Jey drags his hips back, feeling the drag of Sami’s hole clutching him before he plows back in, slow and deliberate, aiming each thrust to Sami’s prostate and driving the man underneath him wild.

He looks down at Sami’s chest, watches as each tit jiggles deliciously when he bottoms out, and he increases his speed for a moment just to watch them bounce.

Sami is begging him for more and right there and he has no problem with that, grinding his hips with each deep thrust, feeling his orgasm coil hot in his low belly, creeping closer.

He takes his hand to Sami’s still-weeping cock, wrapping it in his hand and working it up and down, smearing it in Sami’s precum, and hearing the words coming out of Sami’s mouth fall away into those sweet little breathy moans that mean he’s about to cum.

“Jey- baby, right there! Fuck-“

Jey feels the moment that Sami cums, his ass milking Jey’s cock for all its worth. Jey pulls out for one last push inside to put his cum as deep inside Sami as possible. He falls apart, his vision whiting out as he fills Sami up, imagining for a moment that Sami’s tummy might be a little bit rounder now filled up with his cum.

Sami’s panting as Jey finally pulls out, watching the cum drip out behind him. He takes one of his thumbs, absentmindedly pushing the cum back inside where it belongs, before collapsing on his side next to Sami on the bed.

It takes Jey a moment to catch his breath, running his hands up and down Sami’s chest while his brain comes back online.

Sami looks over at him, smiling. “Damn babe,”

“Ye?”

“Ye,” Sami repeats, and its the cutest thing. “Gonna be feeling that for days.”

Jey wraps his arm around the other man’s chest, dropping his forehead onto Sami’s shoulder. “Good. Mine.”

“So articulate,” Sami laughs, teasingly. “I think we both might need a nap now.”

Jey just nods against him, cuddling up as close as he can, twining their legs together and just enjoying the feeling of having Sami so close. He nods off to sleep feeling the most content he’s ever felt.

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Thank you so much for reading!!! Next time: more smut and Jey learning how to communicate his feelings!

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