#i finished at 9 tonight and i do not have to go fucking ANYWHERE in the AM tomorrow

[gothwizardmagic]

the inherent deliciousness of not having to set an alarm

#i had like a month solid of both early morning appointments and late evening classes #ie; getting HOME at 10 and getting up at 7 #(thats not going to bed at 10 i still have to cook and eat dinner) #so the BLISS of returning to my usual schedule of nothing but afternoon/evening work/classes... effervescent..... #i finished at 9 tonight and i do not have to go fucking ANYWHERE in the AM tomorrow

[abbysleftbicepp]

Abby being your comfort person (your family has been ruining your day and your ex is bugging you).

Ughh this hits a little close to home rn I can’t lie. Tysm for the prompt!!! This was kinda rushed but I wanted to finish it because I loved the Idea so much. (Not proofread!!)

“You need to get out there and get a real job! You can’t just keep living off of a dream that you know will never work out.” Your mom nagged at you all day, she tried supporting your small business but she was fed up with you because it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Your mothers right. You know what I could ask my boss if we’re hiring at the moment, he could get you kickstarted at a job in the company.” Your dad added to the conversation. You held your head in your hands at the dinner table, you did not have the energy for this tonight.

“I’m not working at your stupid office job, I’m not gonna get stuck in a 9 to 5 and not have a life like everyone else my age. This business is going somewhere, it just needs time.” You retorted. You were tired of their nagging, but you knew they would give you a harder time if you up and left.

“Making jewellery out of trashy beads is not a way of living! You will give up, and when you do don’t even think about crawling to us because we warned you.” Your mother yelled, startling you. You tried hiding the fact it startled you, so you asked her calmly;

“May I leave now?”

“Yes, you may.” She snapped, leaving the table herself.

When you pulled into the porch of your small home that you and Abby rented together, you were immediately bombarded by messages from your ex.

Ellie: hey

Ellie: r u busy tnite

Ellie: I know ur seeing my msgs, answer me pls

Ellie: cmon babe I just wanna talk.

You switched off your phone, you couldn’t be arsed with her usual shit. It had been 3 weeks since you found her fucking another girl at a party. 3 weeks since you ended everything with her, and 3 weeks since she started spamming your phone with apologies and horny texts.

Once you walked through the door, you kicked your shoes off and your breathing came uneasy.

“Hey where have you been? It’s pretty late I was getting worried.” Your amazing roommate, Abby, asked. She noticed how your breathing had hitched and tears brimmed your eyelids, threatening to fall out at any given moment.

“Hey it’s okay. Cmere.” She said, before gently grabbing your hand and walking you to the living room. You both sat down on the sofa, and she looked into your eyes with concern.

“Wanna tell me what’s happened?” She asked softly. Her voice alone was enough to send you over the edge. The tears fell down your cheeks as the dam broke, she knew that she didn’t need an explanation, all she needed to do right now was to make sure you were comforted.

She wrapped her large muscular arms around your back, pulling you into her chest. She rubbed small circles into your ribs, trying to soothe you.

“Try to focus on my heartbeat okay? Let my heartbeat be the only thing on your mind.” She whispered into your ear. A few moments passed, and your tears had stopped. The dam had dried. She still drew circles into your back, in an attempt to keep you calm.

Eventually you pulled away, slightly. She was still holding onto your shoulders as she looked into your eyes.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” She asked softly, trying not to pry.

You sniffled as you wiped your eyes, noticing the tear stains on her sweatshirt.

“Sorry about your shirt..” you sniffled again.

Abby let out a quiet laugh. “Don’t you worry about my shirt, I don’t mind as long as you’re okay.” Abby spoke, her voice bringing you the peace that you oh-so needed.

“I don’t really wanna talk about today..I just wanna sleep it off if that’s okay.” You spoke, not looking at her.

“Yeah that’s fine. I won’t push you to say anything.” She smiled.

“Can you stay with me tonight, please..?” You asked, your heart beating slightly faster.

“If it will help you sleep, of course I can.” Abby smiled softly at you.

When you both got into bed, she wrapped her meaty arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Don’t you worry, I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you while I’m around.” She whispered into your neck as you fell into a blissful sleep.

#abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #no outbreak au #modern au #anon ask #ellie x reader #ellie williams #the last of us

[faegoddessog]

Daily Meal

 Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, sex in public places, , unprotected PiV, (Play safe ya'll!) Light Dom/Sub, Oral sex (m &f).

Summary: Austin and gf have temporarily moved to New York, work is stressful for her. He has a tried and true solution.

A/N: Thank you to @slowsweetlove for the inspiration on this lil' one shot! I hope it lives up to expectation.

Please let me know if you see anything that needs attention (other than the fucking hot pic of Austin in a backstage setting that perfectly goes with this story that I wrote way before those pics came out.. magic!!)

She was sitting on the couch in their apartment, back to the door. It was bad Feng Shui, but it was the only place the robust piece of furniture would fit in the narrow New York apartment. They had rented it furnished and would only be here for about 9 months anyway.  

She loved going with Austin to his film locations when she could. She adored travel and exploration, but she adored Austin exponentially more. He was the most kind person she had ever met. The fact that he was beyond handsome and famous didn't even matter to her. He had amazed her from their first meeting. A meeting after which, he began to pursue her diligently. 

They had been in the City for just over two weeks now, under the guise of 'getting settled’. Really, they had come early because Austin had an addiction, theater. He had drug her out to shows nearly every night for the past two weeks before he started work on his new job. It's not like she hated going, she liked theater too. Just… whoa. She was at the point where she couldn't remember which scene belonged to which play. 

All that would slow down as today was the first table read of the new play Austin was starring in. Austin was so excited to be working on Broadway again. When he left that morning he was like a kid in a candy shop: smiling, nervous and buzzing. 

Tonight though, he promised her something different. He was going to take her to his favorite little hole in the wall place, they had live music every night and 'the best cocktails in town'.  

It was weird for him to want to be out so much, usually he was more of a ‘let’s stay in’ kind of guy. She supposed this was what theater did to him. 

Right now though, she had her headphones on trying to finish her remote work before he got home. There had been problems all day at the home office, deadlines had gotten moved up and her boss had put a lot of pressure on her to get them done. She had been frantically working all afternoon and felt like she was getting nowhere. Stumbling blocks and obstacles just kept popping up right and left. She felt like the project was slipping through her fingers. 

Austin traipsed down the hallway to their apartment. His day had been so good, the table read went amazing and the meeting after showed a ton of excitement built up about his new show. He was riding a high when he opened the door and saw her sitting on the couch, back to the door. 

He took a minute to look at her toeing off his shoes as per the rental agreement.  Her hair was up in a bun, the noise canceling headphones that she preferred to earbuds when working cradling her head. The wide neck of her shirt had slipped down, showing off her shoulders. The thin gold necklace that he had given her draped over the back of her neck gave him warm fuzzies.  

Damn he loved her. He was so happy that he got to bring his best girl with him on this project and share with her his love for theater. 

The fact that she could do her job anywhere was amazing. He loved when she joined him on location, though she only ever visited the set occasionally during filming. She said it was important that they had their own bits of life, she didn't want him to feel smothered or like she had to check up on him on set. In fact, she could never make him feel that way. In the past two years, she had become his rock, his solid base to cling to as he jumped into projects that scared him, that pushed him. 

He closes the door. She doesn’t turn, clearly sucked in. 

"Well shit!" she exclaims loudly, banging on her keyboard a little too vehemently,  obviously trying to make something work that was not working. 

Austin's eyes narrow in concern. She is usually quite collected, but the move and work had been stressful on her. 

He slips into the bedroom, then out again unnoticed, pushing something into his jeans pocket. Austin walks up behind her and lightly touches her bare shoulders. She jumps a bit, startled, and looks up. 

"Oh hey babe," she pulls her headphones off her ears, "how did it go?"

"It went well, I think it's gonna be a really good show," he says, "sounds like your day wasn't as great." 

"That's an understatement," she says rubbing the bridge of her nose, "the whole system just went down, again. So frustrating. I feel like I can't get a foothold on this project." 

He leans over the couch and closes the laptop, setting it aside. His lips brush her sensitive spot behind her ear. She closes her eyes, raises her hands to wrap around him and leans into his soft attentions. 

"Feeling out of control are you?" he rumbles in her ear, "I have something that might help." 

Before she can ask what, he slips his bracelets over her wrists. The ones that mean she doesn't get to make decisions until they come off.  The ones that signify he is in charge. The ones that mean she belongs to him. 

Two beautiful Italian-made leather cuff bracelets he had made in lieu of a collar. She did not like things tight around her neck, they had discovered. 

The cuffs could dangle comfortably loose, or they could be tightened with small decorative looking buckles if he needed them tighter. They had beautiful intertwining loops of leather with a couple rings of metal that Austin could slip his fingers into to control her or restrain her. Or he could clip them together with a carabiner. He was quite proud of his little invention, really.  She can stop it all with the murmur of their safe word, of course. But she was loath to use it unless completely necessary.  

She sighs as he slips them on,  pussy clenching, almost Pavlovian in response at this point.  God she loves him, he always knows exactly what she needs. Right now, she needs to not be in charge for a while. He must have had a really good day. He only got them out  when he was in a really good mood.  

"You know I wanted to take you out tonight, Doll," his hands slide down the front of her shirt, teasing her nipples, "but you aren't dressed yet. Oh hunny, what are we gonna do about that?" 

"Out? Aren't we staying in?" she frowned a little, shaking her wrists a little. She had never worn the cuffs out in public before.

"Oh no, we are going, and those are going to stay on. It's New York, after all. No one will think twice," he says, stepping to the chair opposite the couch.

"Yes, Austin," she says looking up at him, grateful to not have to make the decision. 

God he is beautiful. His tall frame is both lean and muscular, she knew he was stronger than he looked. Whether he had a little bit of scruff or he was clean shaven, his face was the very definition of handsome. He had a strong jaw, high cheekbones and the most adorable little corner mouth dimple on his left side. He was dotted with a unique constellation of freckles that she had been known to trace with her fingertips over his cheek and with her tongue as they dipped down his neck and onto his chest. His lips, oh lord, his lips were always soft and kissable. The sharp bow of his upper lip in opposition with the full roundness of the bottom one. He could do things with that mouth, things the mere thought of which had her wet. His newly darkened hair accentuated his piercing blue eyes. His new character was raven haired and he was nothing if not thorough in his preparation. His dedication to his craft was something she adored about him. 

"Now, you are going to peel down right here,” he places himself deliberately in the chair,  leaning back, long legs crossed, "then you will wear what I pick out." 

His thumb and long fore-finger outline his mouth, pulling his bottom lip out. Something he did when he was nervous or when he was looking at something that turned him on. Right now that something was her. He waved his other hand in a 'well get on with it' gesture.  

"Yes Austin," she said, standing up, "what first?" 

"Hmm, top," he said simply. 

They had played this game before. She knew he liked her to undress slowly and to touch herself when she did it. Her hand started at her waist, fingertips dragging the bottom edge of her shirt up, exposing the natural roundness of her belly. 

She was no impossibly thin supermodel, she was curvy, strong, healthy. He liked that about her, liked that she didn't conform to the California/Fashion/Hollywood standards he had grown up with. She marched to the beat of her own drum. She was hot as fuck doing it. He had noticed that since she was thrust into the public eye by dating him, she was starting to lead the pack in promoting body positivity, just by being herself. 

The hem of her shirt got caught momentarily on her naturally large breasts as she slowly stripped off her top. She hated wearing bras when at home. Her breasts bounced just a little as the shirt broke free. It was tantalizing to him. 

"Turn around," he said, "pull those bottoms down, both of them."

Her thumbs hooked onto the waistband of her joggers and panties. Pulling first one side down over her luscious hips, then the other to just under her ass. 

"Stop," he said quickly," mmm, pull those cheeks apart for me."

She grasped the roundness of her ass. The spreading sparking little sensations to her asshole and consequently to her pussy. She breathes out the tiniest of moans. She loves when he orders her to touch herself. 

"Down to your ankles now," he says. 

She steps back from the couch, more in the middle of the space and, bending at the waist, pushes her panties and joggers to the floor.

"Yes, show me that pussy, Doll," his deep voice starting to sound husky.

She steps her feet out of her clothes and then apart, pushing her hips back to him. Reaching back, she pulls her ass cheeks apart. 

"Oh my, baby, you look like you are wet, touch yourself and check," he directs. He has uncrossed his legs, manspreading in the most delicious way, giving himself room to grow. 

Reaching between her legs with one hand, she dips a finger into her seeping wetness, pulling away a string of moisture. 

"Oh yes you are," he breaths, "do you like being all bent over in front of me, Doll? Showing me that wet, needy pussy?" The sound of a zipper reaches her ears. 

"Yes Austin," her only reply. 

Austin's hands are on her hips, guiding her to his now fully erect, fully exposed lap. "Sit that pretty pussy down on my big cock." 

It was big; long fingers and hands do not lie, at least when it came to Austin. 

She nestles down onto him with a pleasure filled moan. The first taste of his cock in her pussy was always perfection for them both, and it only got better from there.

"Oh yes, baby doll, , such a good girl, so wet for me” he praises her, “clean that finger off sweetheart," he pushes her hand to her mouth. 

She turns her head to the side so he can watch her lick her juices. She moans around her finger as he slowly slides in and out of her. 

"Hands," his gruff voice says. 

She knows what he wants. She wants it too. She presents her wrists behind her. He laces the two fingers of one hand into the straps on both wrists. Pulling them tight behind her.

"Make me cum in that pussy baby, ride me," he leans back. 

Clenching his ass and pushing himself further upward, he gives her his whole shaft to ride. His thumb strokes the soft skin of her inner wrist. 

"Yes Austin,” she loves not having to think about what to do next. Getting her feet under her, she slowly rises and falls, savoring every centimeter of him.  The stress of the day forgotten as warmth percolates in her lower belly. 

"Fuck yes, god I love your wet cunt wrapped around my dick," he groans out. "Does it feel good doll?"

"Yes Austin," she moans through clenched teeth. Her hips gyrate in slow, wide circles as she slides him further into her. His head brushes past the singular delicious point on the front of her vagina. 

“Ohmigod!” falls from her lips as a shudder runs through her.  

"Don't you cum unless I say so," he struggles not to fuck her back, to let her do all the work. 

"Oh fuck, yes Austin," she moans. 

She had almost forgotten that part, it had been too long since he had taken the weight of the world from her shoulders. 

As she settles into a slow rhythm, Austin’s free hand slips around her ribcage, his long fingers pressing just under her breast. He steers her towards the pace he wants. 

“Yes baby doll, just like that,” his voice sonorous and deep. 

The exquisite ache starts to pour down his cock and coalesce deep in his groin. He takes a second to watch this gorgeous creature impaling herself on him. The muscles of her triceps popping  as he holds her arms. He can just see the sides of her tits, pressed out and bouncing.  He makes a mental note to have  a mirror to hang on the wall opposite so he can watch her fully. The idea makes his pelvic floor clench and his arousal heighten. 

“Oh god, oh fuck!” she cries out, his cock bouncing just a little inside her. It’s a small movement but it pings the nerves just right. It forces her muscles to contract deliciously around him, compelling her right up to her edge. The edge, she knew, that was not allowed to her, not yet. 

His chuckle came from deep in his chest. He knows she is getting close. He knows her cues, he made a study of her when they first got together, and he was nothing if not thorough. He fucking loves making her cum. 

Her clamping down on his cock makes him gasp.  Austin can’t help himself now, his glutes flexing and thighs straining, thrusting into her. The course of their movement falls naturally into him holding her still so he can fuck her.  He loves fucking her. The anticipation builds in him, the glorious pressure seeps into his lower stomach.

Her head is thrown back, her legs are shaking. His thrusts are perfection, pumping in and out of her, hitting her inside in a way that she just can’t emulate.   She loves it when he fucks her. Warmth rises to heat, swelling inside her seeking a crack from which to release. 

“Please, can I come, please,” she whines, toes curling, muscles tense trying to control the  pleasure wanting to burst out of her.  Wetness trickles down the base of his shaft and onto his balls, 

“NO!” his rasping reply through gritted teeth. He fucks her.

Her eyebrows draw together in a grimace, but the corner of her lips curl into a smile. Yeah, she loves this. This teetering on the edge, praying he will let her drench his cock. 

And he fucks her. 

“Ungh,” he groans out, “Fuck. Yes!” 

Even through the haze of pleasure she is attempting to override, she can tell when he is close. She knows every sound he makes, the groan in his throat when he is so turned on there is no stopping him. She knows the cadence of his thrusts, when his balls cling tightly to his body in preparation. She fucking loves making him so hot that he can’t help but chase his orgasm single mindedly. 

And he fucks her.

“Can I cum, can I cum, can I cum,” she starts to beg, moaning over and over. 

He knows she is practically cumming already. 

But he can’t answer. 

His thrusts start to stutter, he can feel the pressure building in his balls to the point of no return. Guttural animal noises are all that he can make as the release overtakes him, his body tense. His energy focused on the single point of pulsing and surging of his cum into her frantic pussy.

Finally, he manages to sputter out “Yes.” 

Her orgasm rockets from her as she fucks herself hard on his cock. Clenching him. Drenching him. 

“YES!  YES!  YES!” she is screaming. Spine writhing like a snake.

“Oh my fucking god!” Austin’s eyes roll back, he head lolling on the back of the chair, his now sensitive cock getting a pounding of its own. 

Finally she stills. Both of them shaking, twitching. He lets go of her wrists. She turns with ragged breath to curl up in his waiting arms. 

>>>><<<<

Austin held her hand, forefinger looped through the bracelet on her hand. They had somehow managed to avoid most paparazzi, though by now they just always assumed there would be photos of them. 

 They walked down the alleyway, towards the blue neon feline over a paint-splattered black door with a stenciled white outline of a cat. It looked grungy and unkept. She looked at Austin as though he was crazy. He just smiled at her, pulled at the door handle without a scrap of hesitation. 

She was wearing the outfit he picked out for her. A dark brown wraparound cocktail dress with capped sleeves and plunging neckline. The curved hemline of the wrap meeting in the front, forming an inverted V. Her legs flashed as she walked. He picked it because he could have easy and full access to her bare pussy. Of course he wouldn’t let her have panties.   She wore leather heeled sandals with straps that criss-crossed and matched the cuffs dangling from her wrists. 

The second they walk down the stairs and into the speakeasy, she knows why he loves it here. It’s like they were instantly transported backstage. Props and set pieces make up the decor, it’s dark and intimate. There is exposed brick and  ductwork and even a steel support beam bolted to its  concrete footing.  She half expects to see a rack of costumes roll by and actors with overly emphasized rouged cheeks hurrying to make their entrance, stage left. 

There is a stage in fact, a tiny one. There is a band playing and the place is pleasantly filled with patrons. 

The bartender greets him like an old friend. They exchange a few sentences and he introduces her. Austin never lets go of her hand. Almost as if she is an anchor for his introverted self in the metaphorical sea of people. 

They are shown to the most dark secluded round table with round couch seating in the back corner next to an egress that says ‘STAGE’ in grungy, scuffed lettering. He motions for her to take a seat.

“Peel that skirt slit back as you sit,” he whispers as he strips off his elegant black jacket revealing his basic white t-shirt underneath and the stitching detail on his black trousers. As he sits, he lays the jacket partially over her lap as though she was cold. It’s just a little extra insurance, the table hides most of her lap. 

He snuggles her in tight to him, his long legs crossed towards her. Her hand rests lightly on his thigh One arm languidly around her shoulders, the other resting high on her now bare thigh under his jacket.  He looks her up and down while they sit and enjoy the music for a minute, his fingers making little circles on her inner thigh. 

“You know Doll,” he leans in, lips close to her ear, “you look good enough to eat, I might just make you my daily meal.” 

Her arm curls her hand to play in his dark hair. The moment is  so intimate. She looks demurely down, pressing her lips together as his fingers graze her other ones under the table. 

The waitress walks over. They both smile up at her like he doesn't have his hand up her dress. 

“Hi, what can I get you two lovebirds,” she says, “Oh wow, I love your bracelet. Where did you get it.” 

“He had them specially made for me,” she grins at Austin. He just nods, not offering any more information. 

The waitress doesn’t note the plural. Austin orders  a lemon sour and the grilled maitake for her and decides on the fried quail and a green toki highball for himself. 

When the drinks are delivered, Austin removes his hand from her thigh and then replaces it with the one draped over her shoulders. 

“Wider,” he says smiling while handing her the lemon sour. Her legs part just enough so his hand can slip between them. As he sips, he pulses two fingers against her labia in time to the music.  

She  watches the  little stage, trying not to show her arousal on her face as she drinks. His pulsing becomes pushing as her wetness creeps onto his digits. Slowly sinking his long dextrous fingers over her clit and to the second knuckle inside her warm wet pussy over and over. It’s getting harder for her to keep her composure. 

Food arrives. He retracts his fingers, wiping them cursorily between her thighs. She notes that they still glisten as he pulls a piece of quail off with his hands. Looking her in the eyes, he licks his fingers off before putting the bite in his mouth. 

She knows what that beautiful tongue can do and hopefully will do later, if she’s good.

When they are done with their meal, she excuses herself to the bathroom, slickness lubricating her inner thighs.   She makes her way through the rabbit warren that is the underground of this building to find the restroom. She tries her best to wipe away her arousal, not that she is embarrassed, she loves being this wet for Austin. It’s just that she came dangerously close to leaving a wet spot  on the back of her dress. 

When she steps out, hair, pussy and makeup refreshed, Austin is there, coat over his arm,  in the tight hallway. He smiles and takes her by the hand, fingers looping into the leather at her wrist. He leads her, she is sure, in the wrong direction, away from the speakeasy. 

“Austin, I think it’s that way,” she says, pointing over her shoulder, forgetting the rules of their game. 

He stops near a door and looks at her with one eyebrow cocked. “Are you questioning me?” 

“I just don’t want them to think we aren’t paying… or … some…thing.” she says, her words falling off.

“Hmm,” is all he says. 

He pushes the door open staring at her, then nods his head toward the dark entrance.   He had been here before, and was hoping not much had changed. 

The door led into another darkened narrow hallway, then opened onto the backstage wing of this old theater.  There was a concrete ledge and exposed brick, even some graffiti. The leg curtains still hang, dusty, masking this little used space. 

The stage itself and the old seating area are clearly in the process of some kind of remodeling job. The lights are still on, blazing. Someone may still be at work here at this late hour. 

Austin walks a little, checking out the stage. She can tell the place is speaking to his theater blood. He places his jacket on the stone ledge.  He strides two steps toward her and leans against the stone to brick wall. With narrowed eyes, he looks her up and down. 

"Damn baby doll," the fingers of his right hand, glide across his bottom lip and chin as if trying to decide what to do with her, “about that daily meal.”

He reaches for her, pulling her against him. He flips her hair over her shoulder with the back of his hand, sliding it behind her neck and up to the back of her head. He presses her back to the wall. 

"Spread your legs baby doll," his lips brush her ears as he grasps her hair in a loose fist. 

The sensation on her head makes her shudder, the growl of his voice sends deep vibrations to her core. She steps her feet gingerly apart. 

"Lift your skirt, like a good girl," he kisses her cheek sweetly. 

Her fingers gather the front of her skirt into her palms. The cool air of the space feels good on her hot cunt. 

"Mmm, such a pretty pussy," he croons in her ear. Austin's long fingers brush the length of her outer lips.

"This is pretty dry baby,  do you not like our little game anymore?" he asks with almost a pout, patting her mons, "do you want me to stop?" He lets his hand drop to his side. 

"No, no, I love it," she says quickly. She grabs his hand and pulls it back to her, “please don't stop." She was too far into the scene now, he had built her up too much all night to just stop. She needed him, needed whatever he decided to give her tonight. 

"Tch, tch, tch,” his tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth, “oh Doll, did I say you could let go of your skirt?" He looks at her reprovingly, one eyebrow lifted, "questioning me, making up your own directions… oh no.” 

Whoops. 

"I'm sorry…Sir," she quickly gathered her skirt up again, bottom lip catching in her teeth. 

"Oh sugar, it's ok, or it will be in a minute," a devilish smile curls his lips.

Slap! His hand met her pussy with a sharp smack. The jolt sent electricity through her. She fucking loved when he slapped her pussy, liked it even when her bracelets weren't on. 

"Say it," his voice was stern as he pets her, his eyes locked onto hers in the dim light. 

"Austin," she breathes.

Slap! Her mouth curves slightly upwards as she jolts, chin tilting up. 

"Is," the word comes out more defiant than she meant. 

The hand in her hair tightens hard and pulls her head back, towering over her, his jawline set.  Moisture springs immediately to the waterline of her eyes. 

SLAP! Harder. Her leg shakes with the pain and pleasure of it. 

"Hnngh, In," more of a moan than a spoken word. 

Austin's lips brush hers. His tongue flickers out to wet her lips, then his own push gently against them. His lips leave, but his eyes remain close to hers. She can see her desire reflected in his eyes. 

SLAP! Hardest. 

"Charge!" the word squeals from her throat.

"Mmm hmmm, that's right Doll," he croons, staring at her eyes, "now, are you gonna be good and do as I say?”"

She would nod if she could, but his grip on her hair was just tight enough to restrict her movement.

“Yes Sir,” she breathes out. 

“That’s my girl,” he releases her hair and kisses her softly, lovingly, his hand rubbing soothingly on her tingly,  dry lips. 

“Hmm, maybe this little pussy  just needs some encouragement?” he rubs a deep circle over her mons. Zings of pleasure tighten in her. 

“Oh fuck,” slips from her mouth.

“Oh my, what a dirty mouth you have, Doll. Do I need to give it something else to do?” he asks, stepping back from her, fingers tapping the clasp at his waist. 

She stands there, looking down at his tapping hand, breath shallow. She is still holding her dress up, still exposed to him, for him. Gods she is beautiful, he was so smitten with her.  

She is trying so hard to be good.  All she really wants is to leap on him, make him fuck her until she fills the thearter with the cacophony of her screaming orgasm. It was easier to cum when she was loud. 

“Hmm?” he waits. 

Slowly, she raises her eyes to his, chin still pointed down, a little hungry smile on her lips. She just nods. She loves his cock in her mouth. 

His eyebrow twitches and a little moan sounds deep in his throat. If he wasn’t fully hard before, the look on her face made him so now. He pulls open the clasp quicker than he meant to. 

Fuck she made him want her so badly. He thought about just sinking his cock into her. Fucking her until she begged him to stop, then doing it a little longer. She would be loud in this cavernous place and probably alert everyone in a half mile radius. 

He took a breath, calming himself just a little.  Not trusting himself to talk just yet, he indicates the floor with his eyes and a little nod of his head.

She slowly gets down on her knees in front of him licking her lips in preparation.

“Open” he commands as he pulls himself out.  

He places his velvety head on her outstretched tongue. 

Her eyes look up at him, she knows he likes that. The tip of her tongue laps up and down on his frenulum, her mouth still wide open. His breath leaves him in a low moan as she gradually drags his cock further and further into her mouth. When his tip hits her soft palette, her lips close engulfing him. Her wet lips dragging along his dry shaft. 

Her hands are still on the hem of her dress, holding it up, exposing herself.  Afterall, he didn’t tell her to let go and she is trying so hard to be good for him.  

He holds himself at the base as she glides her head back and forth over his length. Her tongue rippling along his underside.  He hadn’t planned on fucking her mouth, he hadn’t planned on cumming until they got home. But the thrill of maybe being caught was exhilarating and she was so fucking good at this. He found himself holding her head still and thrusting into her. He tried not to make her gag too much, but when it happened it was so hot. 

She fucking loves this, loves his movement in her mouth, loves it when he gags her just a bit, bringing up that thick spit from the back of her throat. She is surprised when his hands go to her hair to hold her still. She didn’t think he’d go for it here. It’s hot, the way he loses control. She presses her lips over her teeth. Breath is seething through his teeth, she can tell he is close. 

Her tongue feels like some kind of wizardry along the underside of his shaft. Her eyes are closed, and he watches himself sink between her pretty pink lips. 

She is his good girl, his naughty girl. 

His.

“I’m gonna cum, I don’t want to see any of it leave your mouth,” he whispers to her. His head tilts back, as she sucks him long and hard. 

Muttered curses come from him in his last few thrusts. He surges into her mouth, hot and sticky.  She greedily swallows everything he gives her. As he pulls out, her tongue presses up on the bottom of his cock, milking the dregs of his cum onto her tongue. He groans.  She leaves her tongue out to show him. 

“Let me see that dirty mouth. What a good girl you are,” he pants, “Swallow it hunny.” 

She does, licking her lips. Fuck she is hot.

He pulls her up to standing. Wiping his thumb along her wet chin. Then kissing her mouth deeply.  Her hips are rocking back and forth lewdly, hands still holding her dress up. It is clear she is too far gone to just leave. 

He deliberately tucks his spent cock back into his pants. She lets out a little whine. 

“Such a good girl, swallowing all my cum. I think you earned a little reward, don’t you?” his fingers lightly play at the collar of her dress. 

She is practically seething with desire, if she didn’t have the bracelets on, she would have shoved him up against the wall and had her way with him. But all she can do right now is nod. 

“Use your words,” he admonishes, fingers tracing down the curves of her waist. “Tell me what you want.”

“I…” she pants, ”I need...” 

“What do you need, baby doll, tell me…” he urges her on.

“I need… I need to cum.” the last word exhaled out, barely audible. 

“Oh but baby Doll,” his pinky and thumb splayed to either side, he draws a long, slow line up her inner thighs. She shudders as his touch sends electricity up her spine. He stops just short. “You forgot to say please.” 

SLAP! 

Her pussy stings in the most glorious way. 

“Start over,” he says low in her ear. 

SLAP! 

“I need..” she moans SLAP!

“to cum…” she is shaking

SLAP! 

“Please!” her voice a whine.

SLAP! 

“SIR!” The last impact is like stinging rapture.

“Shhhh, that’s better, my good girl,” he says quietly in her ear. “I’m gonna make you cum, but you have to be quiet. Understand?”

Her eyes go big for a second, she is terrible at being quiet, but she is shaking with the wanting of him, she won’t make it home in this state. She just nods, biting her lip,  hoping she can. 

He backs her up to the stone ledge, grasping her inner thigh, he lifts her leg so that her foot is on the ledge. She is more exposed than ever, wide open for him. 

“Keep your hands on the ledge,” he whispers in her ear. 

He falls to his knees in front of her. 

“Well that did it baby doll, you are dripping now. You must like me in your mouth, yes?”

“Oh yes sir,” she whispers. 

“Do you like it when I punish this pretty pussy” he asks, looking up at her. 

She just whines and nods, not trusting herself to speak.

“I’m gonna clean this up now, you stay quiet.” 

He licks long strokes up her pussy, strings of moisture sticking to his tongue. With one hand, he spreads her labia wide. He can see her glisten, even in the dim light. Knowing he doesn’t need to gently warm her up, he dives right in. He presses his mouth to her, his nose buried against her mons. The middle of his tongue rolling wide just below her clit. God he loves the taste of her pussy. He could lick her all night. 

The instant his tongue hits her, her supporting leg nearly gives out. Thankfully the ledge is there to hold her up. 

His tongue reaches back, pushing into her as far as he can go. He laps up toward her clit, bringing her juices along.

God he is good at this. She is lost in the motions of his tongue against her. Her lips pressed tight together, trying not to moan. She could let him tongue fuck her into oblivion. 

He traces a circle around her clit. Then two fingers push their way into her wet slit. Her spine curls over him as thrilling tension fills her. He flicks her clit with the tip of his tongue, then rubs with a wide tongue, fucking her slowly with his fingers.  

Her head is tucked forward, body clenched tight, the heat behind her clit collapsing in on itself. 

“Please can I come? Please?” she barely whispers. 

“Mmmhmm,” he nods, looking up at her. Holy shit, his blue eyes against that black hair looking up at her from between her legs? Divine.

Little outpourings of her juices start to soak his hand. He sucks her clit into the vacuum of his mouth, licking, licking, licking. Fingering her faster. 

He can hear a quiet, high pitched nasal whine, her teeth clamping down on the meaty pad of her thumb. Suddenly she is jerking against his mouth, exploding, thrusting her gushing cunt onto his fingers. It’s all he can do to keep contact with her wild gyrations. 

Eventually, she slows, as does he. He stands up, adjusting his now once again hardening cock. He puts his arms around her, holding her close as little aftershocks yank at her core. 

“There’s my good baby Doll.” he whispers lovingly in her ear.

She curls into him, panting quietly. 

Then he hears voices float down from the back of the theater. 

“Yes sir and as you can see we have already started renovations here.. Let me take you down and show you what we plan to do with the stage area.” 

“Very good, how much longer will all this take?”

His eyes go huge. She is still oblivious, coming down off her high. 

“Shh, we have to go,” he whispers to her. He grabs his coat and drags her quietly with his wet hand to the cramped, dark  hallway where they came in.  As they reach the door, they can hear the voices. 

“What are these water drips on the floor?” 

“Oh, um… I don't know we’ll have to check if there are any pipes up there”

“I was told this building was sound…”

Austin opens the door back near the bathrooms of the speakeasy, lips pressed together. Once the door shuts behind them he breaks out in giggles, dragging her away from the door. 

“Holy crap, that was close,” he says. 

“I didn’t see any water on the floor?” she is still slightly befuddled. 

“Oh baby, that was you all over the floor,” he tells her with a knowing smile. 

Her mouth drops open. She stops and  down at her splattered legs and covers her laughter with her hands. 

“Whoops” she says, still giggling, leaning on the wall. 

“Whoops is right,” he pulls a strand of hair away from her face. Holding her hand, he unbuckles one, then both bracelets from her wrists. They slip into his pockets. 

“I think I’d like to take you home and take my time to make love to you, if you are ok with that.” 

“Mmm more than ok,” her smile is huge and warm, “thank you Austin, I really needed that.”

“You are welcome, I’m sorry it’s been so long sweetheart,” his hand comes to her face, “and in case I haven’t said it, I am so thankful you are here with me, enduring the chaos that is sometimes my life. I love you so much.” 

“It’s our life, Austin,” she says with soft eyes, “and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you too.”  

Their lips press together in a soft, sweet kiss. 

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[blaqcats-fics]

(He’s) Just a Phase — Part 1

MASTERLIST

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November 1993.

Steve cursed lowly as he tried to light his cigarette. The wind was not on his side today, and he was growing increasingly annoyed with every passing moment.

The day had begun with a literal pile of dog shit. He had woken up, sleeping past his alarm, and his service dog, Bowie, had left him a present. Steve stepped into it and thus set the mood for the rest of the day. From then on, Steve missed the bus, causing having to walk to the music store where he worked out with his guitar case heavy on his back and Bowie at his side. It also didn't help that it had rained the night before and a car passed by without slowing down and drenched him in cold water.

Thankfully he had arrived at work in one piece. He was in break now, letting Bowie take a moment to eat some food and to allow himself a smoke, even though that was becoming a failure itself.

‘Fuck it,’ Steve grunted, running his hand through his hair, grimacing as his hand tangled in his hair. It had grown out far longer than he was used to. It looked like his mother’s hair — long, unruly, and stuck between the questionable state of wavy and curly. He was sure that it rivaled Eddie’s almost, except he didn't have poorly chopped bangs.

He glanced down at Bowie, watching as he finished eating his kibble, before looking up at Steve with big brown eyes. Steve smiled, leaning down, gently petting him as he picked the bowl up. ‘Was it good, boy?’ he asked, chuckling as Bowie’s tail thumped against the ground. ‘Guess so. C’mon, back to work, bubby.’

Steve opened the door to the store, watching as Bowie trotted back inside. Steve followed in after Bowie, going behind the counter. ‘Back from break!’ he called out.

‘Gotcha!’ Sam called back.

Samuel ‘Sam’ Carter was a fifty-year-old retired drummer, and Steve’s boss. He was intimidating to look at, covered in tattoos from head to toe, and fitted into a biker-gang aesthetic, but despite the intimidating exterior, Sam was a sweetheart. He was also one of the few people Steve met in the past month that was helping him understand the current queer culture.

Sam, surprisingly, was an active member of the drag community in Seattle and was more than happy to take Steve under his wing, saying that Steve looked like a lost puppy begging for shelter.

Steve was a lost puppy looking for shelter when he came to Seattle. He had left Indianapolis on a whimand didn't stop to think of the consequences. Luckily, Sam was able to situate Steve with a job and a place to stay.

‘Oh, yeah, kid!’ Sam called, walking out from the back of the store, clipboard in hand from doing inventory. ‘Gale called and said she found something that you might be interested in.’

Steve glanced at him as he opened the cash register to count the cash for the third time. ‘What’d she say?’

‘Anthem, the bar down where Gale works, is having an open mic night. Gale says there may be a producer there, but she can't promise anything,’ Sam said, walking to the counter. He paused and made a scrunched face at Bowie, speaking in a baby voice at him.

Steve rolled his eyes at Sam’s actions, but was otherwise interested. This was an opportunity, even if it could be a failure. ‘She say what time it was?’

‘Around 9 tonight.’

‘Tonight?’ Steve exclaimed. ‘I don't gave anything to play! Fuck!’

Sam scoffed, ‘I’ve seen you scribble in that notebook of yours; you have something.’

Steve chewed on his lip anxiously, glancing down as Bowie nudged his leg. He took a shaky breath, fixing his glasses on his face that had gradually fallen down his face. ‘Those aren't lyrics. They, uh, I don't know, it's just venting.’

‘Sounds close enough to music for me,’ Sam said. ‘How about this, I’ll call Rachael to cover your shift, and you go figure your shit out for tonight. You ain't going to get anywhere without nipping opportunities by the ass. You aren't going to get your man back without working for it.’

Steve hummed, nodding. He didn't bother correcting Sam. This wasn't about getting Eddie back. He was sure Eddie was happier off without him lingering in his shadow. Life had just started to work out in Eddie’s favor. All Steve wanted to do was apologize and make up for hurting Eddie, even if hurting him had never been his intention.

‘Oh, before you head out, Paul can't do their routine Saturday night, do you want to fill in their spot?’ Sam asked. ‘I know you aren't familiar with the scene, but stepping out if your comfort zone can be fun sometimes.’

Paul (Monique on Saturdays and Mondays) was one of Sam’s liners at the club he owned. They were one of the more popular drag queens that worked there. Steve enjoyed their shows, finding them loud and exciting. However, Steve never found himself wondering what it was like to be a queen.

Steve shook his head, ‘If it was Minnie, maybe. Paul is too much of a star to fill in for.’

Sam snorted, ‘Ain’t that the damn truth. You’d make a pretty girl, Stevie.’ He sent Steve a wink.

‘I think I need to finish sorting out my internalized homophobia before I start examining gender and how I want to be perceived. I don't need to give myself a stroke,’ Steve grinned. He picked up his case, adjusting it comfortably on his back. ‘Plus, if I had a pair of tits, I don't think this world would survive.’

‘Christ, kid,’ Sam laughed. ‘Get out of here.’

Steve rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his face. He called Bowie and left for home. He knew that if Eddie was still with him, he'd love to meet Sam.

That night, despite practicing for hours, Steve could feel his skin crawling. He was a bundle of nerves and he left as if someone had jump-started his heart with a faulty engine. For a brief moment, Steve wondered if Eddie always felt this way before going on to play a show. Maybe, but Eddie was always a bundle of nerves.

‘You good, ‘Evie?’ Gale asked, handing him a shot. ‘Look like you could use some liquid courage.’

Steve glanced down at the shot and hesitated. He started at it for a moment before shaking his head. ‘Best not. My nerves already make me sick to my stomach,’ he said.

Gale shrugged, taking the shot and downing it herself. ‘More for me,’ she winked. ‘You ready to play your little heart out?’

‘No,’ Steve said, raw honesty in his voice. ‘Performing was never my thing. I don't think it even is my thing. I was good at sports in high school like I was a full-on jock, but this? I wouldn't gave touched this with a twenty-foot pole.’

Gale hummed, her eyes fleeting over him, taking in his appearance. ‘Sure don't look like a jock now with that hair of yours, and that outfit. It screams homeless instead of jock,’ she joked.

‘I got it from Walmart,’ Steve frowned. ‘It was comfy and cheap.’

The woman sighed, ‘Baby, you look like the bastard child of Kurt Cobain, but with Tommy Lee’s stupidly sexy hair.’

Steve stared at her. ‘I know Cobain is from Nirvana, but who the hell is Tommy Lee?’

‘Some pretty boy from Mötley Crüe,’ she explained. ‘They’re either a metal or rock band. Who knows the damn difference?’

Eddie does, Steve’s mind supplied.

He pulled his gaze away from Gale, looking at the stage, listening to, well, something. ‘Is that poetry?’

‘Kind of,’ she said with an uninterested shrug. ‘Spoken word, I think. You like it?’

Steve scrunched his nose, ‘Not my cup of tea.’

‘It’s powerful,’ Gale said. ‘It were louder, maybe I would like it, but eh.’

‘Eh,’ Steve agreed. He glanced around the bar before settling his gaze back on Gale. ‘Sam said something about a producer?’

Gale rose her brows, ‘Is that why're so worked up?’

Steve felt his cheek warm. ‘Possibly.’

‘I don't know kid. Boss told me that there could be one, but didn't give me a name or a face.’

‘Shit,’ Steve grunted. That made his anxiety even worse. Actually, Steve wasn't sure if it did make it worse. The dread had already been lingering, but now it felt more real.

‘You’ll be fine. I'd be more worried if you didn't know how to song,’ Gale joked. She glanced down towards the end of the bar where an older man was flagging her. ‘You’re on next, ‘Evie. Take a breath and focus on the reason you're even out here.’

Steve didn't say anything as she walked away. He glanced back at the stage, swallowing the lump in his throat. He pushed himself off of the stool, moving through the small crowd of people and he suddenly felt as if he was back in Indianapolis, pushing through the crowd, looking for Eddie. It was a familiar, but ghostly feeling that made the hairs on the back of his hair raise.

That had been the year's ago, and Eddie was far from his reach.

‘A round of applause for Kaitlynn and James for their wonderful performance!’ the announcer spoke loudly into the mic. Steve couldn't remember his name. It was Dave, Derek, or something. He knew it started with a D. ‘Next up in tonight’s roster is the mysterious ‘Evie!��

Steve licked at his front teeth, sucking in a breath. He went to the stage, passing by Kaitlynn and James. He took a moment to pull his guitar from his case, checking the tuning before sitting down on a bench in front if the microphone. He coughed slightly, the sound feeling the room. ‘A big thank you for anyone who came out here tonight. My name is ‘Evie and this is my song, uh, enjoy?’

‘Evie was a stage name. Gale and Sam suggested he used one, even if it wasn't far off from his actual name. It helped hide him for now, at least until photographs were involved, and Steve did whatever he could do to avoid his face being anywhere.

There was a small applause of encouragement and a loud whistle that most likely came from Gale. His lip switched and he adjusted the weight of his guitar in his hands.

‘I’m starting at the glass in front of me,’ he sang, voice loud in the room, the microphone and speakers filling the room with his voice. ‘Is it half empty? Have I ruined all you’ve given me?’

He strummed the guitar, his stomach twisting in knots as he sang. He didn't know if it came from the anxiety of performing or from how a giant lump of panic started to form in the back of his throat.

He took a deep breath, pushing the lump away, his eyes stinging. ‘Don’t tell me I will make it on my own. Don't leave me tonight. This heart of stone will sink ‘til it does if you leave me alone,’ he sang, his voice cracking.

Steve remembered the long nights when sleep never plagued him. He remembered sitting up in bed, giving his attention to an unaware and sleeping Eddie. He used to watch him sleep and watched as all the stress lines were even out on his face, making him look younger. Eddie had looked so peaceful, and sometimes Steve would stare and count the light freckles that kissed his face. It was his form of counting sheep.

‘Don’t tell me I will make it on my own. Don't leave me tonight. This heart of stone will sink ‘til it does if you leave me tonight. Don't leave me tonight,’ Steve sang, tears glued to his lashes as he played the last few notes.

He blinked away the tears, moving his eyes to rub them away. He could barely hear the applause over the loudness of his thoughts. He sent the crowd a weak smile before moving and heading off stage, not bothering to stop and put his guitar away. He merely grabbed the case and walked back to Gale.

‘Give me a Long Island,’ he mumbled, taking a moment to put the guitar up and leaning it against the bar.

Gale reached out and touched his shoulder. ‘Baby, you sure you don't want something lighter? We both know you're a lightweight.’

‘That’s the point,’ Steve mumbled. He knew better than to develop a co-dependency on alcohol. That was how you get addicted to it, but addiction runs in his veins and for once, Steve wanted to bury the voices.

The woman sighed, ‘I’ll get you a drink, but it's not going to be a Long Island. Go sit in one of the private rooms, I’ll get Frankie to bring you the drink.’

Steve nodded, getting off the bar and moving through the crowd again, heading towards the back.

‘Hey! Excuse me!’ someone called out. Steve ignored them, figuring that they were just trying to get through the crowd of people like he was. ‘Wait a second! ‘Evie!’

Steve paused, turning around, frowning as a smaller woman made her way to him. She couldn't be much older than he was, but she looked far more foot together then he did. ‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘What’d you need?’

‘Mind if I join you? I saw you were heading to the private rooms,’ she said.

Steve frowned, ‘Uh, if you're trying to like, um, you know...’

She must have caught on to what he was saying and flushed red. She waved her hands frantically. ‘No! No! Not at all. Happily married with two demons to prove,’ she said, wiggling her hand, showing off the simple silver band.

‘Oh, shit, sorry,’ Steve said, flushing in embarrassment. ‘You call your kids demons?’

The woman merely shrugged, ‘They sure the hell aren't angels. Either way, mind if I join you? Rather not have a conversation in the midst of chaos, ya’ know?’

Steve nodded. ‘Yeah, of course. What’s your name?’ he asked, leading her to the back.

‘Kacey Williams,’ she introduced. ‘I’m a talent agent from Los Angeles.’

Steve stumbled over his feet a bit. His hand froze above the doorknob, turning to look at her with a deer-caught-in-headlights look. ‘You’re a talent agent?’ his voice cracked.

‘Yes, sir,’ she beamed. ‘I’m technically on vacation, but talent waits for no one! Even if you were a bit nervous.’

‘Was it really that noticeable?’ he sighed. ‘I told Gale, the bartender, that I’m new on the scene, or whatever it’s called. Music wasn’t an interest until recently.’

Kacey hummed. ‘First time preforming then?’

Steve shrugged, opening the door and letting her go in first. He closed the door behind him, moving to set his case on one of the sofas. ‘In front of a lot of people, yeah.’

‘Well, it could have gone worse. Like you could have froze up or throw up on the front row,’ she said, sitting in a chair.

‘I doubt I would even have stage fright. I'm used to being looked at all the time. I justed to be on the swim team, and I played basketball for a while.’

‘Reformed jock. Who would have guessed?’ Kacey grinned. ‘Well, there's a bit to work on, but would you be interested in giving stardom a chance? You have something that I think a lot of people need to hear.’

Steve sighed, sitting next to the guitar case. He brushed his hair from his face. ‘I’m going to be honest with you,’ he said. ‘I only came tonight in hopes to meet an agent, and here you are, but what I’m doing with my music — it’s not what you probably want to deal with.’

Kacey hummed, ‘I think I'll decide that for myself. Tell me what I could be working with.’

Steve chewed on the inside of his mouth and picked at the hole in his jeans anxiously. ‘Back in ‘89, my ex and I broke up. Uh, I fucked ruined our relationship. I made a lot of mistakes. They were tired of being second to everything, and they wanted more. So, yeah.’

‘That doesn't tell me why your here, attached to your shitty guitar, looking for an agent.’

Steve snorted. ‘I couldn't get my head out of my ass for a while. At least not until recently. I want to apologize for the damage I did — the relationship I ruined with my unfair opinions. I just can't reach them right now, they're too far out of my reach. If I get my voice out there, then maybe they could hear me.’

‘So you want to get your ex back?’

‘No,’ he shook his head. ‘That’s too selfish and way to much to ask. They have a steady life. They seem happy. I'm not going to fuck it up by trying to win them back. I just want them to know that I'm sorry. Maybe its closure for myself.’

Kacey hummed, ‘And what's going to happen if you go big, get your voice out there? What are you going to do afterwards?’

‘Finish my contract up. Go home and go back to working the same nine-to-five job,’ he said.

‘That’s depressing, ‘Evie,’ she said.

‘It’s life,’ he said back. ‘There’s something else I want to do, if I were to get into the scene. It's my plan that you might not like.’

Kacey leaned back, pausing when Frankie walked in, handing Steve his drink. She spoke up after Frankie left. ‘What’s your plan?’

‘I want to be open about my sexuality,’ Steve said. He swallowed thickly. ‘I don't want to hide the fact that I’m bisexual, and I don't want to hide the fact that every song I have ever written is about a man that I would kill for.’

Kacey stared at him, eyes wide. ‘That’s asking for death threats.’

‘Bowie is out. Elton John is out. Freddie Mercury was out. It may not be accepted still, but why do I have to hide when they didn't?’

‘It’s more complicated than that, I think,’ Kacey breathed. ‘But you doing this, it might ruin your reputation and the offers you receive. It’ll be hard.’

‘I’m prepared to do whatever it takes,’ Steve said seriously.

Kacey nodded. She opened her purse, pulled out a card, handing it to him. ‘This is my business card. I don't give these to many people, so don't go sharing it around. Think about what you want to do, then give me a call Monday morning. If you still want this Monday, with the risk, then I’ll work on getting you a plane out to LA,’ she said.

Steve looked at the car, nodding. He already had his answer. Monday he would call her. That was his only option — risks included.

NOTE: thank you guys for reading and the reblogs! if you want to be on the tag list, just comment that you want to be! i’m not sure how frequent these updates are, but my mind is brewing a lot of ideas. at the top, there's a link to the series masterlist which also has a master list to my other works (which are on ao3)! the song attached is the one Steve sang for open mic :)

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[dearshelby]

Dear Lora,

I hope you've had a great weekend. I made a little something for your celebration and I hope you can't wait to see what you do with it 🤍

Val, my dearest, this moodboard gave me so many possibilities, thanks for sending something in 💞

Hide the truth | T.S

The thick raindrops hit the window harshly and the fireplace burns strong. Winter doesn't go easy on the Small Heath's habitants, but at this moment, you don't feel cold at all.

Tommy's warm skin sticks to yours, he rests his head on your chest, surrounding you with his presence.

You nuzzle the top of his head, inhaling the smell of soap from his hair. Unfortunately, you couldn't freeze this moment forever, reaching for his pocket watch on the bed table, you realize he'll have to leave soon.

"I thought you said you had trouble sleeping," you whisper and Tommy lifts his head.

"You drained me up,"

"I didn't hear you complain,"

"If I had you every night I'd sleep like fucking rock," he caresses your cheek.

"Well, you know that's not possible, love,"

"It'll be," he drawles and sits up in bed, next taking his clothes from the floor and getting dressed.

"What do you mean?" you ask, still laying on the tangled sheets.

"What time is it?"

"Uhm, 9:15 p.m, why?"

"I have a meeting scheduled for tonight,"

Standing up as well, you get dressed and remove the used bed sheets. Tommy follows you to the laundry, lighting up a cigarette as you put it together with the dirty clothes.

When you cross the hallway, your eyes set on a picture of your wedding day, your husband looks happy. You feel guilty knowing that while he's working to provide you a better life, you have another man warming up the bed.

Tommy places his hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you against his chest.

"What's with that face?"

"Nothing at all," you turn to him, "didn't you say you had a meeting? You should go now,"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm actually early for it,"

"What-" before you can finish the sentence, a car stops in front of the house, "Fuck, it's my husband!"

"I know,"

"You have to hide!"

"I'm not going anywhere, love,"

"Tommy, c'mon!" you try to push him, but he doesn't move at all, "He can't find you here, he shouldn't even be home, fuck..,"

"He must have come to our meeting,"

"What did you say?"

"I scheduled it this morning, he's been dismissed earlier tonight, shame yours and his agenda don't match, eh?"

"You've done this on purpose?"

A sly smile creeps on Tommy's face, you want to smack him, but there's no time for it. From the front door, you hear your husband call, "Doll, I'm home!"

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[braveclementine]

October 9: Uniform Sex (Bucky Barnes) 💚

Warnings: 18+ readers only, Uniform sex, Bucky Barnes hotness alert, brat, blowjob, pet name, sergeant kink

Copyright: As much as I wish I owned him, I do not own Bucky Barnes or other mentioned Marvel characters (heh). I also do not condone this being copied anywhere else.

"Ready to go doll?" Bucky asked outside the door.

You had just finished putting the last touches to your nurse uniform for the Halloween party that Tony was throwing tonight.

You sighed. You didn't want to go to the party. You wanted to go to bed early with Bucky and fool around for a couple of hours. "Yeah, I guess so."

You walked out the door, in your skimpy skirt and tight blouse. The nurse cap was placed precariously on top of your head. You had used that bright red lipstick that they always had in the vintage posters, and had even curled your hair.

Yeah, a lot of effort to look good for a party you didn't care about. But you always wanted to look your best around Bucky.

Your jaw almost dropped when you saw how delicious Bucky looked in his uniform. He had alerted you that he was going to dress like the Sergeant that he had been in the war, which had been what inspired you to go as a 1940's vintage poster nurse.

But you hadn't expected him to look so dashing. The uniform was a light brown, almost olive-green colour. He was wearing a dark green shirt underneath complete with a tie. His hat was also topped rather precariously on his head.

He looked so handsome, so sexy, that you felt you could've cummed on the spot just looking at him.

He'd even cut his hair for it, looking so young and just so. . . handsome. Godlike. How were you lucky enough to have this man?

"You look adorable." Bucky said appreciatively, looking you over.

"That's it." You stated, "We're going to bed. Now."

He chuckled, "Is the uniform really that great."

"Yes. I want you to fuck me in it." You spit out before you could take it back. You were never so bold, but the words were tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Someone's feeling bold tonight." Bucky leered with a grin, "You ought to watch that pretty little mouth of yours doll. Steve'll tell you off if he hears anything bad coming from it and I'll have to punish you."

You whined, pulling his arm. You were being a brat, but you really, really wanted him. You had never felt so needy before, and his words were just making your clit throb for his attention.

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around you, dragging you down the hall, away from the bedroom.

"No, Bucky!" You whined. "Wanna go back to bed."

"To bad doll. We have to go to the party first. You know Tony will never let us hear the end of it if we don't show up for a few minutes."

"Five minutes. That's it." You tried to negotiate.

This got another laugh out of Bucky, "All dolled up only to let people see you for five minutes. At least an hour or two."

You nearly started to cry. One hundred and twenty whole minutes! You were going to die.

God you were going to cry over nothing? Maybe you should check the calendar and see when your period was supposed to start. The last time you had cried over something ridiculous was when Natasha told you it was to cold to eat Ice-cream in February.

Bucky was a bit of a comfort though, his flesh arm wrapped around you waist, letting you snuggle into his chest as he dropped sweet kisses on your cheeks, forehead, and nose. Finally, just as the elevator doors opened, he kissed your lips before pulling you along to the ballroom where the party was already in full swing.

You sulked as Bucky got himself a drink. "You want anything doll?" He asked, a small smirk on his face.

"You!" You whined, "Please Bucky, we've been here long enough."

"You haven't even been here for a minute." Sam said, coming up from behind you. "What's go you so desperate and needy?"

Bucky chuckled at Sam's teasing, though a hand came around you waist possessively. "Apparently she likes the uniform."

"Doesn't he look so sexy?" You asked Sam, your voice still sounded like a whine.

Sam raised an eyebrow, a smile coming over his face. He poked your forehead with one finger and asked, "Where's the real Y/N? She's never this bold."

Steve came over at that moment, "Nice outfit Buck."

Steve and several of the other Avengers had entered a draw of sorts. Steve had gotten Doctor Strange and was dressed like him. He looked utterly ridiculous, but Stephen looked just as ridiculous trying to be dressed as Hawkeye. Clint meanwhile, was laughing his ass off. He had managed to pull off dressing like Nick Fury. Just white. And not bald.

"Isn't he?" You asked dreamily. "I just want to take him back to bed and-"

Steve choked on his drink before you could say anything else, making Bucky and Sam laugh.

"Y-Y/N don't say that so loudly and in such a public place." Steve sputtered out, putting his alcohol down on the counter.

"Okay, how long has it been?" You asked Bucky.

"Twelve minutes." He said, trying not to laugh.

"It's been an eternity. We can leave now." You declared cheerfully.

Bucky sat down, pulling you onto his lap. "What a needy little baby you are tonight."

Steve took one look at the position the two of you were in and blushed furiously. "Bucky! Not in public!"

Bucky grinned, "See, you're embarrassing the Captain."

You knew if you opened your mouth, you would end up saying something you'd regret later like 'well if he got laid he wouldn't care'.

So instead, you just kissed Bucky passionately. You could taste the alcohol and lime on his lips. You didn't really care to much for the alcohol, but one Bucky it was addictive.

"And now they're kissing." Sam teased Steve.

"I'm not looking." Steve muttered.

Sam snickered.

You really tried to be patient, limiting yourself to asking only every five minutes if it was time to go.

Finally, finally Bucky said the two of you could go. Now you were the one dragging him around, trying to get him to move faster towards the bedroom. You swore he was dragging his heels in. So you did the one thing that would make him move faster- you goaded him.

Giving him the puppy eyes, you asked, "Bucky, aren't you excited? It's almost like you don't want to sleep with me."

It worked like a charm.

His eyes flashed at the thought that you thought he might not want to be with you.

"Of course I do doll." He said, before grabbing your wrist, yanking you forward, and smashing his lips to yours. The kiss got more heated before he knocked your legs out from underneath you, taking long strides to his bedroom. Shouldering the door open, he hurried inside the bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot.

You were quick to yank the short skirt down before he literally ripped the blouse from your body. He unclasped the bra- reluctantly but you'd told him off a few times about ripping them and they were expensive- to let it join the skirt and blouse scraps on the floor.

"You've been such a needy little brat tonight, hmm?" Bucky asked as he popped open the button his army pants. "Using that mouth so much tonight, begging to come back here. Well open up doll, I've got something else for your mouth to do."

You eagerly got on your knees, opening your mouth and Bucky thrusted into you. He was trying hard to be gentle, knowing that with the serum, he was both longer, thicker, and stronger than most.

You licked the tip eagerly, in pure bliss now that you were doing what you had been wanting to do all night. Serving your Sergeant.

He did his best to let you take over for this part, keeping his hands steadily in your hair, but not using you- not yet anyways.

You bopped your head up and down well enough without him, using your tongue to wrap around and lick his thick cock, laying heavily on your tongue.

"What a good girl." He praised as you sucked at him hard, slowly pulling off before deep throated him to hit the back of your throat. Your efforts were rewarded with grunts and praises that spilled graciously off his lips.

Finally, you could feel him twitching and he slowly pulled from your lips, wanting to finish off inside of you.

He laid you back down on the bed, sticking two fingers in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around them quickly, the way you had around his cock only moments earlier. He watched you with a smirk before he moved his fingers, sticking them straight into your leaking core.

You let out a pleasured moan, now that all of the tension that had built up tonight was releasing slowly. You kept your eyes open, staring up at him as he grinned. You kept taking in how fit he was in his lovely sergeant uniform.

"I should wear this more, shouldn't I?" He smirked, speeding his fingers up.

"Y-Yes!" You gasped, toes clenching, fingers grasping the sheets beneath you. "S-Sergeant! I-"

"Cum for me doll." Bucky said in a raspy voice, his voice catching in his throat when you called him his title.

You released hard over his fingers. He pulled them out after the aftershocks were over, licking his fingers clean, before he leaned down, licking a bold stripe through your pussy.

It took every conscious effort not to close your legs. They had jerked reflexively before you pinned them down with sheer will.

He didn't stay down there long, moving upwards to kiss you. You kissed back, tongues swirling, tasing yourself on your lips. It wasn't a particularly pleasant taste, but you would gladly take whatever Bucky gave you on his lips. Boiled cauliflower could probably taste good off Bucky's lips.

Maybe.

"You ready doll?" He asked. You always loved this about Bucky. The consent, even if you were together, even if you'd already had sex before, even if you were halfway through having sex, he always wanted consent.

"Sergeant, just- please!" You begged. Even if you loved the consent, sometimes it annoyed the hell out of you, especially if you really wanted to be fucked. And especially when he obviously knew you wanted it.

He grinned his cocky smile before he bottomed out in you within a few seconds. You moaned at the lovely feeling. The coarseness from his pants was different, creating a friction against your thighs. You untucked his tie from his shirt, grabbing it to pull him down to kiss you as he started to gently move inside of you.

"Bucky." you moaned against his lips. "I love you so damn much."

His lips smirked against yours. "Love you too doll. So. Freaking. Much." Each word accented with a hard thrust. Your eyes glazed over as you started to babble, wanting to cum. "Go ahead doll. I'm close."

Your orgasm sent you to cloud nine, and also triggered Bucky's he held you close to his chest as he spilled into you, before slowly moving a little bit to calm the both of you down. He kissed your cheeks softly to get you back from your high.

When you finally refocused your eyes on him, that was when he slowly pulled out. Somehow, despite everything, he'd managed to keep that hat on his head.

"Bucky," you mumbled, "You need to wear that uniform more."

He grinned before removing the articles of clothing you were loving so much, "It's just so damn hot in them."

Indeed, his face was flushed and he was sweating terribly. But in a very sexy way. "You stay here doll." He said, kissing your nose sweetly. "Fall asleep even if you have to. I'll take care of you."

You smiled weakly before falling asleep before he even got the washcloth. 

#Braveclementineworks #Kinktober2022 #SergeantKink #Sergeant Barnes #Buckybarnes #Buckybarnesxread #xreader #smut #18+readersonly #18+readers #brat #Uniformkink #uniform

[burgiethewriter]

Asks for a Fic Writer! 🔆

Tumblr really didn't want to show me this, the fiend, but I was tagged by @randomsquirrel (thank you!)

How many works do you have on ao3?

Oh only about 1,365 (6 if I remember to post another tonight)

2. What's your total ao3 wordcount?

2,676,845 I am very mentally well thank you for asking

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Whatever ones the brainworms are currently wiggling in. So currently it's ffxiv and ffxvi and a little dash of sso

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Breakfast NSFW Stranger Things steddie. Which is actually the sequel to the second most kudosed one but I guess we're all sluts for domesticity.

Monster in the Bed more NSFW Stranger Things steddie. The lines of kudos emails I got from those two were fantastic.

Sunny-weather Snuggles and now for something COMPLETELY different, SFW mlp appledash. I used to have this little tradition, I suppose, of starting a new '30 day otp challenge' for every ship I liked. Don't think I ever finished one though.

Garden Party which is another SFW mlp fic but this time rarijack (I love their dynamic).

Odd Tattoo NSFW wtnv cecilos, god knows why I gave it the mature rating. I actually had this on ff.net initially, it's THAT old. But wtnv is just that popular I guess (for good reason! Night Vale my beloved).

5. do you respond to comments?

I do now after sitting there making flustered noises for a good ten minutes.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Funny thing about me, I never remember my fics. Ever. Legit I surprised myself one day discovering a stash of estimeric fics that I just. Don't remember writing. I feel like there was one though. It could be Frozen Wasteland SFW ffxiv which is about the bloody banquet at the end of arr which. Yeah. The saddest part is that I never went anywhere with it because then I started sb and met Lyse and um. Yeah.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Starlight Kittens sfw ffxiv Lyseka I think. There are probably happier endings but that's the one that immediately springs to mind.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes there are weird 'this is so cringe wtf' comments but hey it's not my fault if they don't embrace the cringe.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I was called sin mother for a time for a REASON okay. All kinds, vanilla, kink, monster, you name it. Very much into a/b/o and monsterfucking but I keep overthinking it and that kills the mood so fast.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

[hides the ffxiv/ffxvi one under the bed] I mean yeah. Craziest one was probablyyyyy the Gotham x SSO one. I can't remember what happened but I remember the crossover.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge but it's not like I go looking. Wouldn't surprise me if someone had stolen an sso one though, some of those kids man...

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Again not to my knowledge but I also know that ffxvi is very popular in other languages so honestly I'm waiting for it.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I swear to god I have but I can't find it (unless Jack posted it??? It was years ago though) but I suppose the Wild West AU also counts? Green-eyed Drake's Revenge was the last one (god I miss that era so fucking much I met some of the best people but also the worst but I just really loved being a part of such a big project).

14. what's your all-time favourite ship?

The answer probably would've been easier before I played ffxvi but uhhhh yeah it's Terence/Dion from FFXVI. Which you wouldn't know from my fics for that fandom (I keep getting distracted by other ships) but like. Canon gays. Hello. How can I resist. Ship that makes me go 'eeee' and then think about for a while after I see it.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Haha what unfinished WIPs I don't have those scattered everywhere. I would like to actually finish Frozen Wasteland (linked above) someday but there's also a phoenixflareknight fic that I'm slowly pecking away at but it has no real plot or anything so I don't think I'll finish that. And the aforementioned ffxiv/ffxvi crossover.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Making anything look good, baby. Or so I've been told. Sheer determination? Dialogue maybe?

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

"And where is all of this action taking place?" Shrug emoji. Descriptions.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it's fine as long as there's a translation somewhere.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Sonic. I don't think I published any of them though. It's probably better that way.

20. favourite fic you've written?

There are a few that spring to mind but I associate them with an ex-friend so ew but Lost and Found is the ffxiv/ffxvi crossover fic I do have published where I put my character and her sister and the arr-era Scions into the world of ffxvi. I love it and wish it got more attention but maybe the time's just not right yet, idk.

I tag @tiredassmage @trusted-friend-ffxiv and @sso-eden-dawnvalley

#writing tag #I love these things sm they remind me of the good old deviantart journal days

[hoe4hotchner]

Prompt list

As promised I’ve compiled a new list of prompts and scenarios that I will be taking requests for. (None of these prompts are my original ideas)

I’m only doing each prompt once!! - first come first serve (sorry if I can’t fulfill all requests) :(

I’ll be taking requests for: 

Aaron Hotchner (Primarily)

Greg Montgomery (Blurbs)

TASM!Peter Parker (Blurbs)

Send in your thoughts here

Dialogue:

1. “Can i kiss you?”

2. “I would pretty much trust you with my life.“

3. “You belong to me, with me, under me. consensually, of course.“

5. “You and me, we make a pretty good team.“

6. “You can always talk to me. always.“

7. “I’m here for you.”

8. “I’m not going anywhere.“

9. “Call me, even if it’s the middle of the night.“

10. “You didn’t kiss me good night last night.“

11. “Are you sleeping?“

12. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down. calm down. it’s okay. it’s just a dream.“

13. “Look, you’re awake. you’re awake, and you’re okay. it’s not real.“

14. “I didn’t mean to scare you.“ “Well, you did, so, good job.“

15. “I’m not going to yell at you, but you can’t just run off like that.“

16. “If you want to come you better beg”

17. “Make me”

18. “I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now” 

19. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly” 

20. “Don’t give me that look”

21. “Stay quiet”

22. “Be a good girl and spread your legs”

23. “Bed. Now!”

24. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh”

25. “You’re the one who aroused me so let’s have some fun”

26.  “I’m just… worried about getting hurt again.“

27.  “Your hand is tiny. look at the size different.“

28. “Someone scared you, didn’t they?”

29. “You haven’t slept, have you? here, let’s lie down.”

30. “Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

31. “Do you know where you are?” 

32. “Can you tell me your name?”

33. “You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?”

34. “Do you know how much I love you?” “Who do you want dead this time?”

35. “I believe that was the very thing I told you not to do.” “Did you really think I’d listen?” 

36. “Where’s my poodle? I’m having an existential crisis!”

37. “You’re not very intimidating.”

38. “I have a solution.” “Thank goodness.” “It involves fire.” “Absolutely not.”

39. “You’re being extra sweet today.”

40. “On your knees.”

41. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4 am, to cuddle?”

42. “You left without saying goodbye”

43. “This is the opposite of what I told you to do.”

44. “You’re weak”

45. “This is… did you do this?”

46. “I know its scary, but you need to tell me what happened.”

47. “And that happened how many times?”

48. “I know you don’t like when i call it that, but that’s what it is.”

49. “You keep saying that! but clearly it was that bad!”

50. “I don’t think you’re as okay as you say you are.”

51. “What you did… it has consequences.”

52. “You know what happened to you was wrong, don’t you?.”

53.  “I’m not gonna listen to you talk about it like it was nothing.”

54. “No, you can’t get up. You are my prisoner for today.”

55. “How much did you drink?”

56. “Stay”

57. “How did I manage to get you?”

58. “I just want to keep you safe.”

59. “Don’t call me that.”

60. “Do you need anything?“ “Alcohol. “ “No. “

61. “Who’s gonna take care of me if you get sick?“

62. “I made you dinner.“ “Is there ice-cream?“

63. “Sit still at my feet and be a good girl until i’m finished working. If you make a noise without permission or move before I say so, I will add more time. Do you understand?”

64. “I’m in a good mood today, you may choose your punishment this time but only if you ask for it politely.”

65. "You're so warm."

66. "Babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go." 

67. "You're putting me to sleep...stop."

69. "I'm...m'up i swear." 

70. "You're blurring your words together, time for bed."

71. “N.. no, no, no, no, hey. [Name]? Hi, I’ve got you.”

72. “Aw, did you miss me?”

73. “Hold still. this might sting a little.”

74. “You can hold my hand, if you want.”

75. “Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!”

76. “This cock isn’t going to suck itself”

77. “Put that thing away!”

78. “You taste like fucking candy.”

79. “I think thats the first time i’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.”

80. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

81. “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

82. “I can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i?”

83. “You shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you.”

84. “You know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again.”

85. Freebie, send in your own ;)

Scenarios:

1. We’re making hot chocolate together but I’m feeling playful and violent, so I spray whipped cream at you instead of into my drink which leads to a hectic but fair food fight

2. Going skiing together, something i’ve never done before, and i fall on my face, but neither of us can help but laugh as you take care of my bleeding nose.

3. Character A has gotten into an argument with a biological family member, and character B reminds them how important it is to keep your family close for as long as you can (because they've lost their own family)

5. After an emotionally and physically draining case at work, Person A wants to keep Person B close by, so that they can be there if Person B has a breakdown.

6. Running errands together

7. When Person A gets the call and arrives at the crime scene, they never thought they would see Person B there, huddled in blankets.

8. After a case hits too close to home for Person B, Person A takes their partner home with them to keep an eye on them.

9. Taking a hot bath with you S/O

10. For A to sit on the floor in front of B and place their head in A’s lap to be pet and praised. 

11. For the dom to have the sub on all fours, using them as a table or footstool.

12. B has had to wear a gag or muzzle as punishment for disobedience,  A finally decides to let them out of it and test their submission.

13. For the sub to sit on the floor beneath the dom’s desk or table with their cock in their mouth. They must stay like that until the dom either tells them to move away or to proceed with the blowjob.

15. Falling asleep in person A's arms while they're playing video games.

16. Freebie, send in your own.

Things:

1. Forehead kisses

3. Shaking hands

4. Medicine

5. Hand holding

6. Bath

7. Calloused hands in soft hands

8. Scars

9. Freebie, send in your own.

#prompt list #writing prompts #prompts #prompt #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #Thomas Gibson #thomas gibson x reader #Greg Montgomery #greg montgomery x reader #dharma and greg #Criminal Minds #cm #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter #tasm!spiderman x reader #andrew!spiderman #andrew garfield spiderman

[alba8688]

First date

Chapter 9

Word count:3735

Warnings just a bunch of fluff

Play song when you see 🖤❤️🖤

Eddies pov:

Ok breathe she is not gonna say no I hope she doesn't .I was telling myself that while I walked to Dani's classroom .I had something prepared for her. We had been dating for almost a month and I wanted to do something for her before thanksgiving.

Most of the time we were at her apartment watching movies or enjoying each other's company I really wish we could go out in public take her out to eat at Enzo's she deserves all of that but right now I'm ok with her apartment and her bed where we spend most of our time I can't complain about that .

Today I saw that there was going to be a red moon and I wanted to take her to my favorite place in Hawkins , where I knew we could see the moon clearly .

Before walking into her classroom I took a deep breath in and out to try and act normal because every-time I was around her it was hard to act like she was my teacher .

I walked in her classroom. She was sitting down at her desk grading some papers and listening to music. It was already after school and mostly everyone was gone so it gave me a Chance to talk to her .

I approached slowly towards her; she still hadn't noticed I was there .

"Hello sweetheart." I say sitting down on her desk

"Hello Edward ." She said with a smile

I raise my brow "Edward?" I ask

"Here ." She says handing me my exam

"B-." I said happily looking down at my test

"Yes, I'm really proud of you ." She says happily

"Well I have a great tutor who gives me great rewards every time I get the answer correct." I lean in close to her. I could feel her breathing getting heavier. I know how nervous I make her and I love it and I love to tease her every-time I get a chance .

"Eddie ."she whisper

"Dani ." I reply my face was inches from Hers

She look down at my lips and bit her bottom

Lip and close her eyes

"You don't know how bad I want to kiss you right now ." She says almost as a whisper

"Me too ." I said in a low voice and I got up from her desk walking away from Her to calm myself down cause if we weren't at school I would have kissed her soft plump lips already and made love to her on top of that desk.That desk that lives in my dreams rent free.

"I have a surprise for you tonight ." I said excitedly trying to get all those dirty thoughts out of my head.

She stops what she is doing and looks at me

"I'm taking you somewhere."

She gives me a weak smile. I know what she is going to say already but it is not what she thinks .

"Eddie, you know we can't go anywhere in public ."She says softly

"Is not trust me ." How i hated that I wasn't able to take her on a proper date but in a few months we were gonna be able to be together after I graduate.But for now we needed to keep it a secret for the sake of her job and I wouldn't want to hurt Dani in any way because I cared too much about her .

But I had something special planned for her. I really hope she likes it .

I stayed with her until she finished grading the test and decided to do my homework while she finished .

Yes you heard right I was doing my homework because I wanted to graduate.I Wanted to be with her. She was my motivation and the reason I hadn't missed a day in school, only the day that I ran off when I saw Liam touching Dani .

I try not to think of that because it makes me so fucking mad plus he was really good looking I had to admit it and I couldn't compare to him.

I was still in high school broke as fuck i sold drugs for a leaving for Gods sake that guy look like he had his life made up already .

I try to not think about "LIAM!!" When he kept calling every single day every minute of the day to talk about what I don't what .

She is with me, not him. She is with me. I always told myself .But why would she go to the balcony to talk to him everytime he called?I wanted to trust her. I trust her but I don’t trust him.

“Eddie, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah what’s up?”

“Why did you repeat 12 so many times 3 to be exact?” She asked “you’re really smart I-I don’t understand ,y-you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to .” She tells me

I look at her then look down at my math paper in front of me “Because I’m a Munson.” I respond”Munsons don’t graduate from school and go to college Munsons end up in jail or dead in a ditch we are good for nothing we are the towns pariah Higgins even told me himself .” I said the last part almost as a whispered

“Eddie, you're not good for nothing, you have a future ahead of you .”

I scoffed and shook my head .What kind of future do I have when I’m still in high school and jobless.

“Dani, I'm a super senior. What future do I have? “I pause “I’m a drug dealer .” I chuckled “I sell weed to high school students !!what kind of future is that?i'm meant to be nothing or end up in jail like my father .” I look down at my desk not wanting to look at night. I felt embarrassed of myself. I couldn't even look at Dani right now.I hear Stand up then the sound of her heels click clack click clack then she stops next to me and kneels down .

“Eddie baby .”she whispered “you can break that chain and be something in life I know you can .” Suddenly she gets up when we hear footsteps outside the hallway ,a few students passing by .I stay quiet looking at the door and into the hallway.

Break the chain?

How do I break the chain?

"So where are you taking me ?" She asked me to getting out of my thoughts.

"It's a surprise.”

“I love surprises .” She smiles ,I look down at my watch and realize it’s getting late. “I'll pick you up around 7:30 ok." I tell her excitedly

“Ok I’ll see you then .”

I told her that I had to go do some things and headed out to my trailer it was the first time I was there in days I wonder what my uncle would say plus I needed to grab some clothes because Dani wanted me to spend the night every day with her .something about me being there didn’t make her cry.I asked her why she cried and she would Just tell me that she would tell me when the time was right .

I parked in front of the trailer, my uncle's truck here. I wondered if he wasn’t working today ?

I got down from The van and made a beeline to the front porch, opening the door to the trailer. Uncle Wayne was sitting down on his recliner watching TV .

"Do my eyes deceive me or is that my nephew ?" He said sarcastically

"Yeah, I came to shower and grab some clothes ." I said walking to my room but my uncle stopped me and told me to sit down .

"Ok Where have you been ?" Yeah I was expecting this but I didn't know what to answer. Maybe I just didn't lie and told him I have a girlfriend.

"With my girlfriend." I said softly

My uncle's eyes widened in surprise because he knows me and I don't do relationships.

"Girlfriend? Who's the lucky girl ?Thats got you so whipped ?"he asks

Shit what am I gonna say to him

I don’t lie to my uncle, I usually tell everything to him.

"Her name is Dani ."I said softly again. I was getting nervous. I didn't know if he would approve of my relationship with Dani. I know he wouldn't judge me but I was still afraid of his answer .

"When am I gonna meet her ?"

"I don't know ." I responded

"And why is that ?" Wayne ask

"I'm afraid you won't approve of our relationship." I said a bit louder

"Son why wouldn't approve of her if she

makes you happy ." He stood up from his recliner and sat down next to me on the sofa .

"She is older than me " I said almost as a whisper

"How much older ?" He ask

"She is two years older than me before you tell me anything she is the most amazing girl I have ever met she makes me so fucking happy Wayne she doesn’t judge me or bully or just use me to know what is like to be with the freak ." I turn to look at him and he has a big smile on his face

"Son, I don't care if she is older than you as long as you're happy. I'm happy son and stop calling yourself a freak."

"AndsbeismyHistoryteacher." I said it so fast that I didn't even know if it sounded like a sentence I don’t even know if he understood what I said .

"Hold on a minute there, what was that ?" Uncle Wayne ask

I tilt my head to the side to look at him I started scratching my head in

Frustration probably messing up my curls in the process

Before I could talk again my phone rang and I look at the screen it was Dani it brought a big smile to my face .I excuse myself to take the call

"Hello." I answer

"Hey baby I'm heading home already just wanted to let you know ."

"Ok sweetheart I'll head over there in a bit I came to grab some clothes at my house ."

"Ok ,so where are you taking me ?" She ask again

"It's a surprise just wait 'kay." I responded

"Fine ." I already know she was pouting she was such a spoiled brat

"Sweetheart are you mad ?" I asked her softly so Wayne wouldn't hear his nephew turning soft for a girl

"No." She responded dryly

"Are you sure?" I said sweetly

"Maybe a little ."

"I'll be there to pick you up a bit , ok wear something comfortable 'kay ,no heels or those really big boots you wear ,we don't want another accident ." I said sternly the last part I mean i don't mind her wearing those big heels and boots but she is so clumsy im afraid she is gonna fall ,

She is so clumsy that she could just be standing up and she trips .

I mean how does that happen ?

"Ok see you later bye I lo...shit!!" She suddenly hung up ,leaving me with the phone on my ear was she gonna say what I think she was gonna say ,no I'm probably just imagining things .I hung up the phone and look down at my screen.The wallpaper I had was a picture of Dani and me it was a mirror pic it was blurry I was standing on back of her ,my arms around her waist kissing her cheek.

"Ed, come here son ." Wayne called from the living room .

Shit !! I had forgotten about our conversation ,hopefully he didn't hear what I said about her being my history teacher .

"Yes ."I walk back to where Wayne was sitting down and sat next to him on the sofa

"She is your history teacher ?" He ask

Shit !!!! yeah he heard what I said im

In big trouble I'm fucked im never gonna see Dani again .No,no I'm not gonna let knowone separate me from Dani we will run away together start a life somewhere else far away .Move Canada 🍁 Ok I need to calm down.

I'm already making assumptions

"Before you say anything there's only a two year difference and I know it is wrong and I know I'm risking for her to lose her job but Wayne I really like her ." He pats my back gently

"Son it is wrong, really wrong. I know there's not much age difference but she is still your teacher if people find out she could Go to jail ." My eyes widened by the realization I never thought of that ,it never crossed my mind. I wouldn't want that for her.

"NO SHE IS NOT !!!" I didn't mean to shout but just the fact of thinking of Dani being in jail because of my selfish ass made me mad.

"Son I know she makes you happy and I respect whatever decision you both make but be careful please ." Wayne said standing and giving my shoulder a slight squeeze

I just nod my head and slouch back on the sofa covering my face with a pillow screaming into it .

I wish things were easier for Dani and me .

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"Sweetheart, I told you to wear comfortable shoes ." I can't believe she wore some platform tennis shoes and now I'm afraid she might fall.

"Baby this is comfortable ." She pouts and looks at me with those dark brown eyes that she knows I can't resist. I always fall for those beautiful eyes. Sometimes when I'm in class I can't even concentrate . Who would have thought history was going to become my favorite class .

Dani's pov

We drove for a while until the town lights turn into trees .Eddie wouldn't tell me where he was taking me. He said it was a surprise .

"It's gonna be a bumpy ride so hold on tight sweetheart ." He says smirking

And indeed it was a bumpy ride .

The road turn into dirt road until we made a

Stop and Eddie got down from

The van and came to my side to

Open the door for me .

"M'lady." He says extending his arm for me

To take it .

"So, are you gonna kill me ?" I ask teasingly

because everything around us was just trees.

He chuckles and shakes his head

"No sweetheart ."

"So where are you taking me ?" I asked impatiently. I wanted to know exactly where he was taking me. I hate surprises, especially when he knows that we can't go out in public.

"Do you trust me ?" He leans in close to my ear, his voice sending vibrations to the side of my neck, making me get goosebumps .I don't know what this man does to me, he made me weak on the knees. I literally melted by his touch .

"Yes ." I said almost as a whisper

Eddie jogged to the back of the van to grab some

Blankets and a basket 🧺 "Are we having a picnic?" I ask him

He smiles and nods yes .

Eddie was full of surprises: a picnic in the middle of the woods, maybe he was planning on killing me .

"Before I forget I ask Dustin to borrow his telescope."

He handed me the blankets and went back to the van to grab it.

"Really he did ?" That little shrimp never lets me borrow it, but he lets Eddie borrow it how dare he im his sister .

I'm offended now .

"Yeah he did ?" Eddie seemed confused as to why I was asking, if he only knew Dustin wasn't the sweet innocent boy he knows.

"Because I always want to borrow it and he tells me no because I won't take care of it ." I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest. I couldn't believe that my brother didn't trust me with his telescope but he trusted Eddie with it .

Eddie chuckles and grabs me by my hips pulling me Close to him kissing my lips.

"You're so beautiful ." He says softly, making my body tingle and my heart beat fast.

"You're my pretty boy." I placed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Come on let's go ."He says taking my hand

And leading me to wherever he was taking me .

When we finally arrived at the spot. I was speechless. It was an empty field without trees, just grass. You could see all the stars above us. It was like a dream. It was beautiful and breathtaking.

Eddie places the blanket on the floor fixing the pillows and the basket taking out containers of food and some drinks .

I can't keep my eyes off of him as everything he does makes me fall more for him and it would really suck if he didn't feel The same way I did .

"This is beautiful Eddie ." I say softly.

"I come here when I want to be alone ,plus it has the perfect view of the stars ."

He signals me to go sit down next to him in the blanket he had placed .

I sat down still not taking my eyes off the sky. It was mesmerizing .

"Sweetheart, are you hungry ?" He ask

"Yes, I'm starving, what did you make ?"

"Actually I cheated and bought the food ." He says passing me a container .

I took the container and opened and smelled my favorite food .

"Oh my God WINGS!!!" I said excitedly

"Yes,I remember you telling me how you love lemon pepper wings so I bought some for my princess ."

"Thank you ."

I lean in to kiss his lips.

That's a way to win my heart.

"Bon appetit, I think that's how you say it." He says chuckling

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After we were done with our food Eddie set up the telescope, I was still upset about the fact that Dustin let him borrow it .

My brother was a traitor after everything I did for him .After I lied to my mother so he could go out with Mike and Will to the movies at night .

Or the fact that I buy them rated r movie tickets .

Traitor .

Eddie takes my hand and leads me towards the telescope 🔭

"Take a look ." He tells me signaling to the telescope

I hadn't realized that the moon was red today. It looked so beautiful and with the telescope it made it look even better .

"It's beautiful ."

Indeed it did look beautiful

"You want to see ?" I ask Eddie

But Eddie was just staring at me dumbfounded like he wanted to tell me something. He takes a look in the telescope then looks at me .

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"It is beautiful but not as beautiful as you Dani ."

He takes both of my hands in his and looks down at them then back to my eyes .

Those beautiful doe eyes melt me every-time I see them. If he wasn't holding my hands I think I would have melted into a puddle right here .

My heart started beating faster than it was before, I felt my hands getting clammy and I think it was getting hot or maybe it was just me because I felt my face burning .

"It's called the blood moon ." I try to make conversation because him looking at me like that was making me say the 3 words I was afraid to say

"A "blood moon" happens when Earth's moon is in a total lunar eclipse. While it has no special astronomical significance, the view in the sky is striking as the usually whitish moon becomes red or ruddy brown.." what the fuck was i saying did I just activate teacher mode?

Eddie chuckles and I know he notices im

Nervous.

"Teacher mode activated ?" Eddie says softly he lets go of my hands and grabs me by my hips pulling me closer to him feeling every inch of his body on mine .

Eddie pulled me in for a kiss, our lips moving in sync. I could feel him smiling against my lips .

"Why are you smiling?" I ask my lips still on his

He pulls away from my lips but still close enough for our lips to brush when we talk

"Have I told you how beautiful you are ?" He says

"Yes, like a million times ." I smile and peck his lips. He closes his eyes then opens them again and stares at me with his doe eyes .

"Dani ."

"Yes Ed's"

"I-I ." He stutter

"You what Ed's ?." I said softly, our lips brushing while we talked, his forehead resting against mine .It takes him a while to say anything he just stares at me and smiles then opens his mouth and closes he stutters saying random words .

He seemed nervous and I kind of had a feeling of what he was going to say. Well I hope he was going to say what I think he was going to say because then I was gonna look dumb if I said and he didn’t .

Jesus Christ I’m making myself so nervous .

"I love you Dani, there I said it ." He says pulling away taking my hands in his

My eyes widened by his confession Eddie Munson Loves me !!!

Yes that’s what I wanted to hear but now that he said it I froze in place .Mostly because it was Ralph and I was scared to get my heart broken again.

"Sweetheart there's no pressure, you don't have to say it back ." He said nervously he started pacing around saying things under his breath .

It took me a few minutes to get my brain to work again because I think it went in override.

"I love you too ." I said softly,finally being able to speak.

Eddie stopped his pacing and turned to look at me frozen in place and stared at me in shock .

"Y-you love me?" His voice sounding high

I chuckled softly and wrapped my hands around his neck.

"Yes dummy I love you isn't it obvious ?" I ask tilting my head to the side

His smile grew wide "you love me? " He stated

"I actually do ." I sighted putting my hand on his cheek

"I fucking love you Dani ." He places his forehead against mine, giving me a big smile.

"I fucking love you too Eddie ." We stayed like this for a moment embracing each other's presence . I still couldn't believe what happened tonight Eddie loved me and I love him. It felt good saying it out loud.

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1 - When was the last time you spent over $100 in one transaction? What did you buy? Around a month ago when I bought my Dunks. I wanted to have nice shoes for my holiday, but it was also to give a subtle fuck you to my Nike-competitor client since they’re turning out to be my least favorite client.

2 - Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Would you judge a grown adult for doing so? I guess BT21 plushies count as stuffed animals, yeah? And no, I wouldn’t judge at all. I don’t care for the most part how people live their lives.

3 - Would you describe yourself as fashion-conscious, or do you just wear whatever feels comfortable? Hm, I’m pretty conscious. I like to look good. Some days I’ll be tempted to just go the comfy route, but then I’ll change my mind once I look in the mirror and see that my top and bottom don’t match. 4 - The last time you got up from where you’re sitting, where did you go and what did you do? I went from the living room to my bedroom since I wanted to have a bit of me time with the rain before I need to start working tonight.

5 - Would you rather read an erotic novel or watch an erotic film? Read.

6 - Who taught you how to tell the time on a proper analogue clock? It may have been my older cousin.

7 - What’s your favourite way to make your home smell good? Do you spend a lot of money on making this happen? I don’t invest in this kind of stuff, tbh. I’ve used a scented candle once or twice but I’ve never held on to it as a habit.

8 - How long have you had the computer/tablet you’re currently using? Does it need replacing or upgrading? I’ve had this trusty laptop since 2017, so it’s been over six years. It definitely needs upgrading if we’re being technical – I’ve since stopped receiving Chrome updates for it – but since I only ever open this anymore to take surveys, I’m not in a hurry to replace it anytime soon.

9 - When you’re home alone, do you make sure all your doors are kept locked? Only in the evening when I turn in. Otherwise, I don’t mind keeping the doors open during the day. I live in a safe, private neighborhood and everyone minds their own business. 10  - How often do you light candles? Do you just like regular ones or do  you prefer scented ones or ones that make pretty patterns when they melt? Never. The only ones I’ve used have been gifts, too. 11 - Are you any good at taking care of plants? Nope. They never last with me.

12 - How many surveys have you taken so far today? Will you take anymore surveys today once you’ve finished this one? This is my first one today; I’m not sure if I’ll take any more after this. If I do, I’m guessing around one or two more before it starts to feel tiresome. 13 - What are the main two colours in the room you’re currently in? Did you pick these colours out yourself? White and brown. Sure.

14 - What was the last hot drink you consumed? What about cold drink? I had hot milk tea in Malaysia – apparently they like their milk tea hot! Pretty unique experience. As for cold drink, I’m having iced coffee right now.

15 - Do you have piercings anywhere except your ears? How many and what are they? Nope, you got it right with just ears.

16 - Do you prefer taking baths or showers? How come? Showers because 1) we don’t have a bathtub, and 2) starting a bath is just too much work for me lol. It’s also like, you need time to fill it up, then you just sit in your own dirt and stuff. Not really a fan.

17 - What time do you need to wake up tomorrow morning? What is it that you have to be up for? 9 AM at the latest – work.

18 - If you work, how often do you get paid? Would you prefer to get paid more or less often? Every two weeks. I’m fine with the length; I learn how to budget from it.

19 - What does your favourite pair of pyjamas look like? Do you wear them to sleep or just to be comfy around the house? It’s purple and has a checkered design. Yes, I just wear it in the evening when I’m about to sleep.

20 - How often do you wake up in the night needing a pee? That never happens as I stay up long enough to sleep through the entire night, anyway.

21 - What apps do you use the most on your phone? Twitter, YouTube, Facebook, and Reddit.

22 - Do you prefer cats or dogs? Do you own any of either? I like dogs; yes, we have two.

23 - Do you have one of those fridges that has an ice-maker in the front? If not, would you find one useful? We don’t have an ice-maker, and I have no immediate need for one.

24 - Do you like wearing hats? What’s your favourite style? Yes, I have several bucket hats.

25  - If you live in a household with pets, who is responsible for their care - both in terms of finance and the physical tasks involved? Back then with Kimi I used to be the all-around parent, from feeding him, cleaning up after him, bathing him, to paying for vet visits. With Cooper and Agi, my sister and I split – I pay for anything that needs to be paid, my sister feeds them.

26 - What’s your opinion on leggings as pants? Whatever?

27 - Have you ever driven in bare feet or do you think that’s too dangerous? That’s...so unusual. Literally nobody does that around here.

28 - Have you ever walked out of a job before? What were the circumstances and did you ever go back? Nope.

29 - Do you collect anything? Are these things worth money or are they practical/sentimental items? Just K-pop merch. They are both.

30 - Do you have anything hanging from your ceiling apart from lights? Nopes.

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Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 6  -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

This one will be a long fic with a lot of chapters, I already write the concepts. Since I don’t play as Nora in Fallout 4 because Nate for me is the real protagonist the personalities and ideas are pretty fanbased from another fanfics I read

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

It was the first night Arthur really really sleep with her. The first night that after finishing they both sleep together in each other arms.

Of course, not much sleep, he came at 2am and both stayed almost until 4…the thought made the elder snork a bit, now it was 7am, most of the soldiers were starting their day, a lot of them were actually walking outside the sentinel quarters right now so it wasn’t a good idea to leave…or if he did leave he should do it exactly right now, barely dressing to not loose more time.

But then he look down, and see her sleeping in his arms, naked and beautifull.

They can stay together longer, he didn’t have anything important until 10...also she just came back from a long mission, she deserves the rest.

The thing is not only he was awake because this was the hour that all soldiers wake up but…he noticed something odd in the room…Danse old power armor helmet was in one of the shelves,  as a decorative item, he could recognize it anywhere.

Arthur slurped saliva.

Really the elephant in the room between both.

He looked down, annoyed, that subject really messed up his head, it places a dark energy around him he didn’t want.

She was there, with purple marks on her neck and breast and scratches all over her skin, damn he should be more delicate, but then he would remember that his back and arms also burn like hell, she said fuck me hard tonight and then both lost control like animals, Arthur wondered with a bit of worries if anyone heard something.

Probably yes.

He remember being harsh and brute with other sisters he invited to his bed…not so cooperative and mutual…it was more about her own realease and pleasure  before and now he would go out of his way to pleasure her, to eat every inch of her pussy until she begged for his cock when he denied it on purpose.

If he pushed too much she would grab the ropes and take what she wanted by force, which he loved, seeing such a wonderfull and strong woman on top apparently makes him so hard and lost, Arthur didn’t know that side of himself, he thought it was just he liked to being rided but no he wanted to be a slave completely devoted to suck tits and pussy, his cock only for teasing or to be used as a sex toy for his woman pleasure.

Damn thinking in those makes him hard again, and it was early in the morning.

-Can you be silent? –a whisper came from his chest surprising him.

-I thought you were sleeping –a couple of cold fingers tangled around his erection, making him shiver.

-I wake up at this hour…you cant go out right now so we better use the time inside…intelligently.

Confined in a room to fuck until time passes? Yes please…

His hands moved to her sides to pick her, Nora raised her legs to sit on his hips guiding herself with the hand on his cock

-Sorry about the morning breath –he said hypnotized by the view of her breast from bellow, sitting in a better position, resting his back on the backrest of the bed

-Lets continue until 9 so I can catch up some breakfast left okay? –he nooded and instinctively closed his eyes when she slowy slide down on his length.

Later, he would leave first and alone, like he never was there.

Lets speak on numbers…

She had been sentinel for almost year and half…they have know each other  for more than 3 years…they have a clear mutual attraction since almost 2 months…he doesn’t really have to hide and she neither for reputation, althought her achievements had been very visible to everyone.

If for any reason had to clarify their relationship everything was good…she didn’t climb up ranks in the brotherhood riding…althought he would like that very much.

His cheeks blushed at the thought, she cast an spell over him.

Can they be more open?

Maybe…It would be innapropiate from the elder to have such behaviors but…he was the elder…and the sentinel…they have the powers to do that…

At dinner time he crossed her in the hallways, she was carrying something that really blow his mind

-What the hell sentinel…? –he said turning around to see better, then she turned around too with a giggle.

She had a puppy on her hands.

-May I present you one of our newest initiates? –Maxson went closer to see the creature, a newborn puppy, really small, doing little squirm sounds

-Dogs must go to the special unit…

-I know I know…the rottweilerz I have a castle had a littler and this little one was rejected…If I didn’t take it the mother would eat him -Nora can never leave anyone behind doesn’t she? –I wonder if is a son of Dogmeat…

-We can spare him…

-Don’t –the way Nora menaced him with a gaze told him that something was very very wrong about doing anything with the dog- don’t fucking touch my dog

-Yes sentinel –he said summisive- wanna go for dinner? I was heading…

-Im actually taking the puppy to the unit, just came back from the castle I had something to talk with the Minutemen before, I don’t think Ill make it for dinner, want them to check on this little one before dropping him –of course she wouldn’t want to eat anything from the dinning room either, being a picky eater in the wasterlands must be hard.

-The soldiers told me theres a little reunion at 11pm since its Friday…wanna join? Tonight I will play a round or two of blackjack…

-That’s not fair, you are the elder, you will always win…-she said scratching the little puppys head, melting a bit Maxson heart

-That happened before I started to gambling prizes that people would actually try to win, if I put a new brand of cigarettes over the table someone is going to put on his pants to win it despite if im the elder or not

-Too bad I only know to play strip poker –she said to make the elder blush, and he did, they were in public! Not in the room!- alright! I see  you there

She turned back with the little creature on her arms and Arthur moved his hand to his hair, chest burning in expectation.

He will see her today again, twice in a day, how lucky.

The time of the party came, Arthur was on his element playing with another soldiers until he see walking around a woman with red lipstick.

Alright that’s his call.

Now that she was around, he felt better, more confident, less anxious, he wanted Nora around him.

She was just there, around talking with another ladies, sometimes Arthur wondered what they were chatting, what a ladies teaparty must be like, would they chat about…their lovers? Would she told anyone about him?

Not a chance, she woudnt do that to destroy his thrust.

Nora was observing the blackjack game from far and to her surprise Arthur didn’t win, not that she expected that they would let him win after putting in the table a new set of blades for razors at the gambling but if he played she expected a bit more of skill from him.

He couldn’t just do that for soldiers to have fun and access to some products doesn’t him?

Both crossed looks, Arthur pointed at a dark corner and she nooded not without grabbing a bottle of nuka-cola from one of the tables. Once they both were standing in the corner, chatting Nora gave the bottle to him and unwrapped her hair, letting it down, starting to braid it.

-Why? –he asked confused.

-I don’t want people to figure out you are talking to me

-Is actually not that big of a problem…

-Be careful or ill take it seriously

-The lipstick does make you stand, that can I say

-You say well blend just right with the amount of couples that are making out in public tonight? –both laughted, and then looked serious to each other…

No, they will stand out.

Arthur picked up her hand from behind and sqeezed it, Nora looked at one of the couples and swallowed saliva, then, nooding at him and letting the elder make the way wherever he wanted to take her.

This feeled almost criminal.

She laughted a bit and the giggle went contagious to him, they both walked silent and avoiding people until they made to the frontdeck, their spot.

Months passed since the first times they meet here, autumn was now approaching and it was getting cold outside, cold winds were replacing the old calm weather in the frontdeck but that wasn’t enough to stop them, the door wasn’t fully closed when she jumped to his lips with a big smile, he picked her up with an arm under her ass and the other pressing her back, trying to lift her.

Both laughted at how uncomfortable it was but tried to adjust, they were happy together.

Nora flipped them, Arthur facing the door this time. Her hands grabbed him by the jaw and secured the kiss, both hummed in the insides, the elder specially because Nora was caressing his beard and oh boy he loved that, the man secured her  by the sides of the hips, getting his now cold hands inside the sentinel shirt making the woman gasp and now he take the chance to take over the kiss with his tongue taking complet control over her who shivers in pleasure and cold.

Noras hands went down from his checks to the neck slowly, then placing them in his chest as she separated to take the chance to stand on tiptoe and start kissing his face, all of it, the man take the moment to relax and inhalate some air as he enjoyed the attention. She was so sweet. The hands that were on her skin turned warmer enough to go brave and squeeze gently one of her boobs, she gasped again and this time she went to eat Arthur mouth who corresponded accordly, using both hands to massage her breasts in the middle of the kiss, both went closer and deepened the kiss with their tongues as her hands went to unbelt his pants, surprising Arthur for a moment.

But he take composture again, and take her boobs off the bra inside the shirt, this time fingers playing with her nipples as she worked on open his pants…

But sluddenly the door of the frontdeck open, Nora tried to get off him but Arthur puushed her against his chest and cover her with this jacket, closing the fabric around her body

Two soldiers with bottles on their hands where looking an elder covering something something inside his jacked, very compromising position. Specially with the face full of red kiss marks

-Soldiers! These aren’t hours to do tours around the zeppelin!

-Sorry Elder Maxson! We are leaving –one of the soldiers raised a bottle laughting before closing the door with a loud crush.

Maxson let Nora go after a few seconds, she already fixed his pants and her bra while he was shit frozen of surprise, he was glad that she had his back.

-I don’t think they see you, acted fast

-Thanks –she sighted and went horrorized looking at his face –oh gosh…

-What? –he asked, looking down at himself to see what was wrong.

-Nothing…-she said raising her hands to clean his cheeks and nose, the man understanded and moved her hands away.

-Could be anyone

-But you always say that the lipstick make me stand out

-I don’t mind, lets get out of here

For a moment she panicked hard, for him mostly, but did as he said, take his hand and let him lead the way. When they were inside the Prydwen she was ashamed for what happened before and Arthur at noticing this went…silent…and cautious, being carefull to not being seen, avoiding people and running to hide in the dark spots when people approatched from the other side…she even crawled one time to avoid being seen next to him and…Arthur thought that was a bit extreme honestly, but at the same time was surprised for the quick speed of thought, alright.

Arthur wanted to leave her on her quarters at least but the way all up was so damn long and because of the reunion there was so much people walking around…in a moment they were trapped with people in the front and behind so  he had to pull her hand and kiss her against a wall, covering his face as he was holding her cheeks, the soldiers that were walking in the hallways just…kept walking, surely stranged by seeing the elder in that strange position with another soldier but okay…things happened and there was a reunion tonight so…

When there wasn’t steps nearby anymore the elder tried to separate but…Nora took him by the edges of the jacket and licked her lips before burring her tongue inside his mouth putting an arm around his back to not let him go, using the other to use the jacket as a handle.

Fuck it, if she wasn’t caring enough about something he cared too little he wasn’t going to be the responsible one, let them see, for all he knew it didn’t matter.

He pushed her again until her back meet the wall and went to kiss and suck her neck, using his arms to raise her and have a better access, desesperatly she crossed her legs around his waist making him groan loud and deep, Nora loved that and Arthur loved to feel desired, her legs situated her body better and worked along his arms to hold her hips, both were craving for the contact of their lower parts.

She was making it difficult for Maxson neither of them had a single drop of alcohol and still this behavior was beyond that, they desired  each other so much, he was magnetized to her…seeing her around and not having the chance to touch was torture.

Nora realized that they had to stop when she started to feel his hard buldge between her legs…how they weren’t still inside a room!? This was taking too much effort.

-Hey…-she called for him, pulling a bit from the back of the jacket, he wouldn’t listen, he was too busy marking her neck sucking hard and leaving it all hot and sticky–hey –she called again, avoiding to call him Arthur outside the room, less elder –hey! –this time her legs went down, and it was obvious that she wanted to stand up so the man let her go, surprised, a bit hurt, and incredibly turned on, he never felt a pain on his pants before-ill see you in my quarters in five-she said letting her braid down so that way the hair will cover the purple spots enough

Maxson picked up her arm and flip her to fall in his chest, althought this was all romantic and beautiful Nora didn’t feel like she should be there so exposed and at sight

-No need for that, I can take you just right here and now –the way he said it almost make Noras legs melt but nononono this was bad for him, she couldn’t let his penis think instead of his brain, she get up quickly and went away.

-Ill wait for you!

Arthur bited his lip, he meaned seriously, if in five minutes everybody is hearing her screams of pleasure he wouldn’t mind at all…

Five passed until he was hitting on the door like crazy, five minutes of torture.

-Who is it?

-Just open the door! –the room of the quarters just open, he see nobody inside but as soon he got in a pair of arms hug him from behind squeezing a size of chest he knewed too well.

The door closed behind, and he relaxed

-Elder i run away when you said you wanted to fuck me against the wall…I think I need a punishment for not following orders from my superior…-the way she said those words while biting his earlobe and moving her lovely hands down his chest to his stomach make him tremble and groan…

Gosh Nora loved to hear him.

So if she wanted to play like this…

-Indeed, insubordination often recibes penalizations -the man went a step forward to take off his jacket finally, as much he loved that piece of fabric he couldn’t deal anymore with the heat all over his body. It would make him mad in desesperation.

This time, her hands moved directly to work over his pants, Arthur licked his hips and look down, not looking at her yet…but he recognized her hands, the cuts and scars, the colours and shape…

-My…I hope it doesn’t leave a stain on my file…-oh they were talking like this now? He did his best to not laught but he was actually pretty turned on.

-Don’t worry, for you I can make some movements so it will go deep inside the file…-then his pants dropped and he hear a snork, she did laught –too much?

-Yes…-she appeared from behind, kissing his all red face full of lipstick, leaving a new mark- take off your shoes I want to ride you

She was already prepared, in that creamy-yellow lingerie she showed to him the other day and he said she would look beautifull. And she did, she does look beautifull tonight.

Even if that was an excelent plan…His hands went all brave to hold her asscheks and attract her close to him, she moaned with a naughty smile and her arms crossed around his neck, looking at his eyes.

-I said before that I wanted to fuck you against the wall and that’s what im doing, im being clear soldier?

-Yes elder

-To show you im serious…we are doing it against the door.

 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/6/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands

#arthur maxson #elder maxson #paladin danse #sole survivor #fallout 4 #makahimefanfic

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3235

so.

orientation.

it was pretty good training. out of all the computer-based training i've gotten, this one was definitely the best.

but my schedule that i made with an extra hour and twenty minutes built in so i could get myself breakfast was spoiled by a fatal accident on the highway that slowed everything down by two hours. i called the office to let them know that i was going to be late. when i arrived at the station in boston, i took a lyft to the building. faster than the T. when i called i told them i estimated my arrival at 9:30. i got there and signed in at 9:28. i'm pretty good at that estimation thing. i either have none of the time blindness or i have all of it. at the same time i find myself being really hypocritical about it - like i have my first reaction which is my conditioning, and then my second reaction is who i actually am, so thinking someone's annoying as fuck for not being able to figure out the timing they need, it turns to empathy because i get like that too, and they just need patience and a little guidance from people.

a while back i said something ableist, negative, and offensive about people who have memory problems. it lives rent-free in my mind. and the response i got from someone calling me out for it? that reflection also lives rent-free in my mind.

i realized a few days later how hypocritical it was of me to say something like that, as i forgot something important. the grace i gave myself i wasn't extending to others, and the criticism i held on myself i amplified. so i pay attention to what it is i think and say to make sure i extend grace and patience to others, regardless of the situation. i'm trying to be a better person.

to the anon who sent me that call-out, who said they were disappointed in me for being ableist and cruel, thank you. the one thing you said to me has changed me, and i continue to do my best to be better every day.

back to today's work day.

i finished it and was all done and i signed out at 3pm. i had a few hours to kill before my bus back so i scoped out a few places. since the website wasn't working to refill my charliecard and because i was running late this morning, i didn't get the chance to add funds to my card today. so instead i walked places.

i went to a bookstore where i poked around and then to a diner that was just down the block from the station. i didn't have lunch at work - i went straight through to whatever hour it would've been. just straight through. so i stopped at the south street diner and had a turkey club. the fries i would've killed for. the turkey club could've used a bit of work.

and then the bus ride home? that ride was GREAT. i didn't have anywhere to be at a specific time so it was nice to experience the bus and its accompanying views and appreciate them as they deserved.

i got back around 7, drove back to joel's, got there around 7:15, chatted for a few minutes, and then collapsed in bed. i said to lisa "i understand why you go to bed at 8:30."

after having steak for dinner i watched a few more episodes of the legend of korra, which is like "!!!" so. i got a lot to watch still. but i'm enjoying it.

joel had game tonight but now he's behind me and i'm gonna cuddle him bc it's raining and it's beautiful outside and i need joel cuddles.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3200s #sunshine boy

[amimimi]

it’s so brand new, babe; kyan reki

request: “I was wondering if you could do like a one shot/drabble of reki and his s/o first? like it’s all soft and fluffy and awkward.”

pairings: reki x fem!reader

warnings: 18 +, smut, swearing, unprotected sex, reader and reki are first years in college!

word count: 5.0k +

notes: THIS WAS SO MFIN LONG. the title is from “our first time” by bruno mfin mars. i literally saw this ask and had to lie down for like an hour because my brain was going “-@$;);/&9”. i apologize in advance for any spelling/grammatical errors!

“oh my god—reki, hold still!” you chide for the fifth time as reki flinches as though you’ve punched him.

“you’re literally pulling hair off my face? how can i hold still?” reki cries indignantly, rubbing his left eyebrow and holding up your lavender hand mirror to examine the damage. “is this gonna bruise?”

“i’m only plucking your eyebrow hair...how would that bruise?”

you and reki were having your usual friday movie nights. usually, you’d have it at reki’s place considering his sisters demanded to join you both to watch disney movies. but you both had switched up for tonight. your parents were on vacation for the weekend so you two had the place to yourselves for the next day and a half.

you were straddling reki’s lap while he relaxed against a cushion chair. every now and then you would raise yourself up on your knees to make sure you were plucking at the right angle.

you watched as reki frowned at his reflection in the hand mirror, gently raising his fingers to his brows.

“why is the skin red then?” reki questioned, bringing the mirror even closer to his face.

“because you keep moving and I keep accidentally pinching you” you reply, trying to loosen reki’s grip on the mirror and put it to the side. “lemme finish up!”

reki hesitates, but places the mirror down beside him. “i’m trusting you, y/n...”

you grin and lean down to kiss reki’s nose. “i know and i appreciate you for that” you say allowing your hand that isn’t holding the tweezers to lift reki’s chin up. his eyes twinkle up at you as you lean in again to lightly kiss him on the lips this time. reki tilts his head back, allowing you more access and you give a pleased hum against his mouth. at one point, you drop the tweezers to the floor and drape your arm over reki’s neck to brace yourself. eagerly, reki sits up straighter to appease you. he’s always likes how easily you both slipped in and out of physical affection—sure it flustered him to know end but he loved it so much.

your kissing is getting sloppier by the second and you both are now openly moaning into each other’s mouths. reki just barely places his hands on your waist before loud, discordant chords blare from the horror movie you had been watching, followed by an equally loud screech. reki jolts with a gasp, almost throwing you off his lap.

“holy fuck!” he wheezes, shutting his eyes bringing his palm up to his forehead. your heart is still hammering in your chest, but you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of your chest. reki opens his eyes to weakly glare up at you.

“you jumped so hard” you bring the back of your hand up to your mouth to stifle your giggles.

reki slightly thrusts one of his legs up from under you in retaliation, earning a squeak from you as your balance was momentarily thrown off. he chuckles as you lightly slap his chest with a pout.

you turn your torso around to grab the remote on the coffee table and turn the volume down. with the movie now barely audible, you turn back around to reki and set the remote down.

“don’t want my baby getting scared again” you coo teasingly, wrapping your arms around reki’s neck and pursing your lips out at him.

“shut up” reki warns you, but holds no heat to his words. not when he’s grinning up at you so sweetly with his hands gently placed on your waist—as if you were the most precious being in the world to him. he notes that you’re wearing one of his t-shirts, yellow with a gear depicted in the middle. it’s slightly oversized on him, so you’re practically swimming in it, the sleeves stopping right above your elbows.

reki loves you, he knows he does. but every now and then, you’ll say or do something—even as simple as shooting him a look and he’s gripped with an overwhelming sense of fondness that surprises even him. and right now, seeing you in his shirt, straddling his lap, smiling at him like it was the only thing you knew —he feels that same sense of fondness urgently clench in his stomach.

“come here”, reki half begs pushing his head forward, his voice slightly cracking. he wants you to do something about the fondness—the adoration that expands in his chest, threatening to steal his breath. he needs you to kiss him—to do something.

you slowly inch your face forward until your lips ghosts one another. when you both kiss again, it’s a lot more gentle and slow. you pull back, breathing slightly hard, to kiss the right side of his brow bone, then his temple. reki let’s his head tilt back gently, struggling to control his breathing as you litter kisses down to his neck. he runs his hands up and down your waist repeatedly, in an attempt to conceal the way his hands are shaking.

suddenly, he feels you place a soft kiss on the part of his neck just beneath his earlobe and he can’t help the harsh gasp that flies from his mouth. his hips automatically buck up into yours, causing you to give a stunned moan right into reki’s ear.

shakily, you stop kissing reki’s neck as you opt to bury your face into his shoulder, gasping back another moan, very much aware of reki’s semi hard on pressing against the inside of your thigh.

reki isn’t fairing much better.

his eyes are squeezed shut as he bites the back of his hand, breathing harshly through his nose. you both struggle to gather yourselves while reki repeatedly apologizes.

“m’sorry, i didn’t—i didn’t mean to do that, i’m sorry” reki’s very much aware of how small and shaky his voice sounds. he feels you slightly shaking against him, so he wraps his arms around you, one hand rubbing up and down your back. “didn’t mean that, i’m sorry, angel”

dazed, you pull your head up from reki’s shoulder to gaze at him. his cheeks are flushed, as he slightly pants through his mouth. he’s looking at you apologetically, puppy dog eyes and all. you realize then that reki is equally affected by you as you are by him. you can’t take your eyes off of his lips, wet and pink from kissing you. you start to feel feverish, every inch of your skin tingling with desire.

“i—” you pause, fidgeting under his gaze. even in the throes of desire, you still find it in you to be slightly embarrassed about what you want to say next. reki sees your hesitance because he sits up even straighter, furrowing his brow as he rubs his hands along the side of your arms.

“baby, what’s wrong?” reki gently questions and you can’t miss the concern in his voice.

steeling yourself, you place both of your hands on reki’s chest. “reki, i wanna go all the way” you declare, before quickly glancing up at him to meet his wide eyes. “with you, that is—only if you’re comfortable!”

reki is frozen, looking at you like a deer in headlights. he doesn’t know why he’s so stunned. you both have been dating for a while now, and you both had been sexually intimate before so why is his brain malfunctioning. and it’s not like he hasn’t thought of having sex with you, he has—a lot. he just never made a move in fear of pushing you or making you uncomfortable.

reki continues to blink at you and you rush to backtrack.

“it doesn’t have to be tonight—or even this year! it’s whenever you’re ready, baby” your hands travel up to cup reki’s face, who still can’t find it in him form any words. “i just wanted to let you know that i want you—in every way possible.”

“i-i want you too” reki manages, still looking at you like a deer in headlights. he notes that his throat is startling dry before he swallows. “i want you like that too”

“you do?” you ask him and he can’t, for the life of him, figure out why you sound so surprised.

“yeah”, reki croaks, his shock wearing off only to be replaced by embarrassment. his ears are burning and he knows he’s blushing straight down to his chest. “i have for a while...”

“oh” you breathe, your hands still cupping his face. the both of you stare at each other a little more, before you break the silence. “your face feels warm”

“you just asked to have sex with me, what did you expect?” he murmurs, trying to look anywhere but at you. you feel your face slightly heat up at his words, but you giggle and rub your thumbs across his cheeks.

“why are you surprised? have you seen how you look?” you grin at him and reki sighs, covering his face with one hand. “i’m also, you know, very much in love with you, so there’s that”

“why are you bent on embarrassing me?” he groans, while you try to remove his hand from off his face.

“why can’t you take a compliment?” you ask back. reki drops his hand from his face, his eyes narrowed at you. paying no mind, you lean forward and pepper his face with kisses.

“do wanna—go to your room then?” reki’s breath catches in his throat, as you continue to kiss his face. you pull back, staring at him cautiously.

“do you want that? i mean, to have sex?” you question, not breaking eye contact with him. “like, right now?”

“yes” he breathes, even though his hands are shaking as he grips your waist. he let’s his forehead rest against yours, maintaining eye contact with you.

“are you sure?” you whisper, brushing your nose against his. he moves to press his lips against yours.

“i’ve never been this sure in my life” he murmurs against your lips and you shiver in response. cautiously, he wraps his arms around your lower back and hoists you up, standing to his feet. gasping slightly, you wrap your legs around his waist and tighten your grasp on his shoulders.

reki carries you over to the base of the stairwell before giving you a nervous smile and a quick smooch. you grab at the tuft of hair at the base of his neck and watch him concentrate on walking up your staircase whilst carrying you. his eyes fixed downward making sure he doesn’t miss a step and want to coo at how cute he looks right now. but also, you’re mentally swooning at how steady he’s carrying you up the stairs, his arms not faltering even once.

“mmm, so strong” you murmur and kiss his cheek. “very strong, indeed”

reki glances up and shoots you a look of fond exasperation before he nearly trips up a step, one hand grasping for the rail as he falters. you both squeak, as you tighten you’re grasp around his neck and he squeezes his arm around your waist.

“y-you’re distracting me!” reki fusses, taking a moment to regain his balance before letting his hand drop from the railing and placing it around your waist. “i almost dropped you...”

“sorry” you reply, burying your face in his shoulder so he won’t see that your smiling.

reki finishes his ascent the stairwell and walks down the hall to your bedroom. his heart hammers in his chest as he quickly fumbles with the door knob, because wow, this is really happening. pushing his way into your room, reki kisses you softly before gently laying you down on your bed, settling over you before he leans down to kiss you again. you wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to bring him closer, moaning wantonly into his mouth. reki pulls back and grins, but you only begin kissing up his neck

"a little impatient, huh?" he gently teases, reveling in the fact that in this moment, he slightly has the upper hand. your lips still pressed against reki's neck, you scoff through your nose and rut your hips against his pelvis, eliciting a strangled cry from reki.

reki squeezes his eyes shut, bowing his head beside your neck. "fuck" he pants, trying to breathe through a head rush as you giggle. his cheek is pressed against the side of your neck, taking in how feverish your skin feels.

when he feels less dizzy, he turns his head to the side and softly kisses your neck. "how do you want to do this, baby?" reki whispers between kisses. something about hearing him say that with his breath fanning against your ear makes you want to cry.

you arch your back, so that your chest is flushed against his, your thighs slightly rubbing together for some kind of friction. "i, uh--" you pause, trying to form a coherent sentence with the one braincell that isn't painting mental images of reki's face screwed up in pleasure, or his voice cracking with desire, or his hiccuping moans--

"maybe, use your fingers first" you sigh airily. reki sits up, supporting his weight on both his elbows and looking down at you. his eyes are practically glowing, glittering as they reflect the lamp from your bedside. he's gazing at you so softly with his brows slightly furrowed, you almost sob.

"you gotta show me" reki murmurs, reaching down to take one of your hands in his and interlocking his fingers with yours. he brings the back of your palms up to his lips before giving your hand a quick squeeze. "i wanna do it right"

you and reki have definitely been sexually intimate before--you initiating most of the time. he's maybe fingered you once or twice and he did surprisingly well.

"you do do it right" you tell him, smoothing his bangs back from his forehead and he gulps, shaking his head slightly.

"i want to do it right-right, like--" he hesitates, wondering how explicit he should be before squeezing your hand again. "i want to do it right so i don't hurt you later..."

"oh" your prop yourself up on your elbows, resting your back higher up against your pillows before smiling up at reki. "alright, come here"

reki crawls up beside you, until your faces are both leveled. you both peer at each other through heavy lidded eyes.

"hi" you whisper, your face almost hurting with how hard you're smiling.

"hey" reki breathes, grinning oh so prettily back at you. he pushes himself up on one elbow, gently placing his other hand on your inner thigh. his hand on your thigh trembles and you place your hand over his in an attempt to soothe his nerves. you nuzzle your face closer to his and kiss him, pulling back to press your nose against his.

"we don't have to do this, sweetheart" you tell him, gazing at him intently to let him know that you mean what you're saying. "i want you to be comfortable"

reki kisses your forehead, before shifting back to press his nose against yours. "i'm feel the most comfortable when i'm with you, y/n" he says sincerely, and you slightly melt forward into his face. "and i wanna do this, i just—i don't wanna disappoint you"

"you won't, baby" you smile and reki feels his heart squeeze at you blinking up at him so cutely. "we're just, figuring it out. we got all weekend"

reki takes a shaky breath before smiling down at you, feeling reassured. "besides, i'll literally be turned on by whatever you do. i get wet watching you do a railslide—no joke" you grin sweetly up at reki, despite the explicit nature of your words. reki opens his mouth like he wants to respond, but he just shuts his mouth and shakes his head at you. "don't shake your head at me, i see you blushing!"

reki, who is in fact blushing, shakes his head again and giggles. "i don't know what i'm gonna do with you..." he pinches the inside of your thigh, causing you to squeal. you squeeze your hand over his and direct his hand higher up your thigh.

“i can think of one or two things” you murmur, guiding his hand over your clothed sex. reki’s eyes widened at how soaked the cotton fabric of your panties are. he’s whimpering slightly when you urge his fingers to push your panties to the side. you arch your back, inhaling shakily, as reki’s fingers brush against your folds, collecting your essence along his fingertips.

“fuck—” reki moans, his head spinning from how good you feel against his fingers. he can’t help when his mind replicates the sensation of how warm and wet you feel around his cock. “fuck”

hearing reki like that only spurred you even further, your pussy clenching around nothing. “wait, wait—” you gasp, your hand dropping from reki’s. reki pulls his hand back like he’s been burned, peering up at you anxiously.

before he could ask if you were okay, you pull the shirt your wearing (his shirt, reki notes) up to your stomach before harshly tugging down your panties down your legs. reki watches, slightly amused at how hurried and frazzled you seem, as you tug your panties off and toss them towards the far end of your bed.

“you okay?” he asks, slightly smiling as you lay back down, wiggling around to get comfortable beside him. you nod, breathing a little fast, gazing up at him.

“i just wanted to feel you a bit better” you sigh, leaning up to give him a sloppy kiss.

“can i take my shirt off?” he asks, sounding a little shy.

“please” you groan, tugging at the hem of his shirt with one hand. he giggles and you can’t help but laugh with him, your desire mixing with adoration at the sound of his giggle. you both tug his t-shirt off, leaving him in just his basketball shorts. smiling, reki repositions himself alongside you, placing his hand on your thigh.

you guide his hand back over your wetness before reki stills. “wait” he says, gripping your hand. you look up at him, heart dropping when you see how solemn he looks. “your plushies”

you blink up at reki, wondering if you heard him correctly. “my what?”

“your plushies.” he repeats, with a lot more emphasis, still looking very serious.

“w-what about them?” you asked, properly confused and frantic from the loss of reki’s touch.

“they can’t watch us!” reki finishes urgently, glancing up at the row of sanrio and dolphin plushies by your head. reki looks back down at you to find that you’re staring up at him, unimpressed, and he presses his lips shut before bursting into giggles. you flinch when you feel drops of reki’s spit hit your face.

“you spit on my face!” you moan, tugging your cinnamoroll plushie from beside your pillow and throwing it to the carpeted ground.

“oh my god, y/n—don’t throw them!” he gasps between laughs. “lemme put them at the end of the bed...faced away, of course!”

reki sits up and scoops the remainder of your plushies, aligning them at the end of your bed. you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him with a frown. he’s so annoying—wait, fuck, when did his back get so toned?

“i can’t tell if you’re doing this to me on purpose or if you actually are concerned about the welfare of my plushies” you say, transfixed by how toned his back is. there are scars littered from previous beefs and a little birthmark under his left shoulder.

he turns back to you, shooting you lofty grin before crawling back over to you. “a little bit of both” he replies, positioning himself alongside you as he supports himself up on one elbow. he tilts his head to the side, still giving a shit eating grin.

“my plushies have seen me masturbate before, they’ll live” you roll your eyes, laying your head back on your pillow. reki’s mouth drops, looking sincerely shocked and you almost want to laugh.

“that is...so wrong” reki whispers, looking genuinely horrified.

“yeah, i know, i know” you rush, looking up at him pleadingly. “can you please fuck me, now?”

reki hears the urgency in your voice and places his hand back along your inner thigh. “okay, baby, okay” he murmurs as you catch his lips in a desperate kiss. you slightly hitch your shirt up, revealing your naked pussy and reki practically vibrates at the sight of it. it’s glistening with your essence, swollen and so fucking pretty. reki has never really seen you nude like that, the few times that he has fingered you he was too shy to fully look. but now, he gets to take your pussy in, in all it’s glory and fuck, does it go straight to his dick.

“do you still want me to guide you, baby? i don’t mind” you ask, peering up at him through your eye lashes. he looks back over to you and kisses you on your open mouth. he pulls back, a string of saliva connected to both your lips and you clench around nothing at the sight of it, your hips rutting up.

maybe it was seeing your pussy, completely naked and glistening, but reki felt himself getting slightly nervous again. “k-kinda? i like feeling your hand on mine” he whispers sheepishly. you grin up at him, snaking your arm closest to him around his neck.

“awww, baby. you like me holding your hand?” you coo up at him and he can’t help but grin, cheeks flushed despite himself.

“should i get up and move your plushies to the closet?” he threatens teasingly and you whimper, placing the hand that isn’t hooked around his neck, over his hand on your inner thigh. you guide his hand back up to your pussy and reki shudders when his fingers reconnect with your wetness.

you grip the back of his hand, while he gently slides his fingers up and down your folds. reki leans down to kiss you all alongside your jaw as you pant.

“you can—put a finger in now, reki” your breath catching on a moan, eyes squeezed shut.

“okay” he whispers, against your jaw. his fingers brush against the opening for a bit before he gently pushes his index finger in. you give a shaky sigh while reki groans as you clench around his finger. he rubs his finger upwards against the spongey part of your walls, letting his thumb brush against your clit—eliciting a low moan from you.

you let your hand travel from reki’s wrist up to his forearm and grip tightly. you’re half aware that you’re grinding against reki’s hand in an attempt to increase the friction. reki brings his head down, kissing the part of your collarbone that peeks out from his oversized shirt you’re wearing.

“another finger, reki, please” you moan as reki sucks a bruise on the right side of your collarbone. he obliges readily, sliding his middle finger inside your pussy, sighing dreamily at how easily you take it in. you tilt your head back, reeling at the feel of reki’s calloused fingers—so much thicker than yours, as he curls them and begins slowly pumping them in and out.

“is that okay?” he murmurs with his lips pressed against your collarbone. your chest is properly heaving now, the hand that isn’t hooked around reki’s neck grasping onto his bicep.

“yes, you’re doing so well, i love you so much” you whimper, feeling reki groan against your chest. he peels his head off of your collarbone to glance at your face to already see you staring up at him, eyes half-lidded and glossed over as you writhe under him. “ ‘want you, reki, i want you so bad”

at your words, reki whimpers as his body is racked with desire. “i know, baby, i want you too” he replies shakily, rutting against your thigh. his cock is straining painfully against the front of his briefs. “shit, you’re gonna wreck me, sweetheart”

“oh~” you moan so sweetly and reki leans down to press his mouth to yours, as if to swallow your moans. you’re tingling all over, brain turning to mush as all you can feel is the mounting pleasure between your legs. you can hear reki breathing harshly, moans clipping his breath now and again. you hear the lewd sound of reki quickly pumping his fingers in and out of your wetness. the feeling of his chest heaving against yours, and his cock, swollen and hard, against your thigh.

your lower stomach tightens harshly as you clench hard around reki’s fingers. “reki, i’m gonna cum” you warn, a frantic edge to your voice. you’re panting now, chest heaving wildly as you grind in time with reki’s hand. mind reeling, you tighten your grip around reki’s neck, trying to brace yourself as your oncoming orgasm threatens to knock the breath right out of you.

“it’s okay, baby, i got you” reki voice cracks, sliding his free hand under your back and pulling you closer to him. he presses a kiss against your forehead, before resting his forehead on top of yours. “i’m here, angel, go ahead”

you whine at his words, only managing to cry out reki’s name before giving a full bodied shudder as your orgasm crashes into you like a 18 wheeler truck. reki kisses you through it, moaning as he feels you gush around his fingers. you sob against his mouth, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

reki pulls back to take you in. your hair is matted with sweat against your forehead, eyes glossy with lust, mouth slightly gaped open as you pant through the last of your orgasm.

“you’re the most beautiful person in the whole world” he smiles down at you, kissing your eyelid and slightly giggling when he feels your eyelash flutter against his lips. “i’m so fucking lucky, i can’t believe i get to be your boyfriend”

“don’t say that...” you gasp, hips twitching as reki slightly curls and uncurls his fingers inside of you. “don’t say that because i’ll literally have your baby—don’t”

reki’s giggles, nose scrunched up and his eyes glittering. you reach up and gently pinch his nose, earning another round of laughter. he gently slides his fingers out of you, marveling at the string of cum that connects from his fingers to your heat. his cock throbs at the sight, and he’s suddenly reminded of his painful erection.

reki realizes you must’ve noticed too, because you hook your fingers under the band of his basketball shorts. “can i take your pants off, baby?” you murmur, sitting up against your pillows. reki audibly gulps, before nodding, giving you permission.

you tug his basketball shorts down his hips, to reveal the outline of reki’s cock, strained against the fabric of his briefs. the front of his briefs are darkened with pre-cum. you press your palm against reki’s clothed sex and an airy moan escapes from reki’s lips.

you palm him though his underwear for a couple of seconds before you look back up to him. “can i take your underwear off?” you ask gently, feeling as reki begins to shake against you again—nerves or arousal, you weren’t sure.

“please” he begs weakly and you oblige, hooking your fingers under his waistband and shimmying his underwear down his hip. his cock springs up against his toned stomach and you feel yourself getting wet again at the sight of it. the head is darkened, red and glistening with pre-cum. he’s a little more on the longer side, average girth and prominent veins.

you gently wrap your hand around reki’s cock and reki all but chokes, shifting himself over you. he barely manages to support his own weight in his elbows, harshly trembling. “you okay?” you ask, slowly pumping your hand up and down his shaft. your eyes flash up to watch reki’s face. his eyes are closed and his mouth hangs open as he winces in pleasure.

reki nods, giving a choked “yeah” before bowing his head as you continue to pump at his dick.

“it’s so cute” you coo, squeezing tighter around reki’s shaft. reki bucks into your hand, a whine forming from his chest.

“please don’t tease me right now, y/n” he begs, sounding near tears. he’s sweating with how worked up he’s getting.

“i’m not, baby” you murmur, increasing the speed at which you pump reki’s dick. a shaky moan warbles from his lips and he presses his forehead against your collarbone. “i mean it, you’re perfect—every inch of you”

reki continues to make the most prettiest sounds as he hovers over you. the anticipation of having sex with you incites a round of full bodied shudders and he slightly sinks his teeth into your collarbone.

“i-i don’t think i’ll last long, angel” he whines, sounding thoroughly apologetic as he ruts against your palm.

you turn you head to kiss reki’s temple. “s’okay, reki” you tell him honestly, loosening your grip around reki’s member.

reki sits up on his knees to fully remove his shorts and underwear. he shimmies them off hurriedly and places them on the edge of the bed. “how do wanna do this?” he asks shyly. “i read it’s easier for you if we do it with me on top”

you giggle, sinking further down into your pillows. “my studious boyfriend” you sigh, reaching your arms out for him. reki shoots you an unimpressed look, but still crawls into your arms like a cat caught in the rain.

“s-shut up!” he says, but it doesn’t sound too convincing. especially when you grab his member and run it along your folds to collect some of your wetness. reki’s head spins at the feel of you, letting out a low groan and bracing himself on his elbows yet again.

“you ready?” you ask beneath him, directing his dick just over your entrance. reki starts shaking again, but he manages a frantic nod.

“yes, yes please” he squeaks. you take a deep breath and insert the head of reki’s cock into your heat, eliciting groans from the both of you. with your guidance reki slowly slides in, shaking above you at how tight you feel while you wrap your arms around reki’s neck and moan.

by the time reki bottoms out, you’re both trembling and whining in each other’s grasp. reki peers down at you to see your eyes squeezed shut, your lips forming a perfect “o”. the way your face scrunches up as he feels your walls, wet and warm and tight, clench around him as you adjust to his girth almost makes him cum right then and there.

at one point, you wiggle your hips to try and accommodate reki’s cock and a jolt travels straight up his spine. feeling his balls tighten, he groans and hangs his head. he’s not gonna cum. he’s not gonna cum. he’s not gonna-

“reki?” you whisper, gently rubbing his shoulders, concerned about how quiet he’s been. the sound of your voice almost makes him cry. “baby, are you okay?”

“give me a second, p-please don’t talk” he wheezes, sounding apologetic as he desperately tries to gather himself. he takes controlled breaths, counting down back from 100.

reki’s around 54, when he finally opens his eyes to see you peering up at him, concern evident in your face. he’s still shaking, but he’s sure he won’t cum right then and there.

“sorry, i was close just then...” he mumbles, face burning even brighter if that was possible. you smile softly up at him and bring him down for a kiss. gently, you thrust your hips upwards and reki chokes, fisting the bed sheets.

“you can move, darling” you tell him, breathing heavily as your pussy continues to flutter around reki’s cock. he feels so good, so good. and every so often, you can feel him twitch inside you and it makes you want to flip him over and ride him into tomorrow.

reki is looking down at you apprehensively as he chews his bottom lip, whines catching in his throat. “i won’t hurt you, right?” he asks weakly, as you rub your hands up and down his back.

“no, just go gently for now” you assure him, your hips slightly bucking up into him. “mm—you feel so good”

reki knows he isn’t gonna last long—he knows that. just from the couple minutes of you adjusting around him and wiggling your hips to accommodate him already has him panting like he’s sprinting laps.

nevertheless, reki slowly pulls his dick out and pushes it back, his eyes watching your face for any signs of discomfort. you melt into the mattress, shutting your eyes as you shakily sigh. reki shakes his hand under your oversized shirt and places it on your waist as he continues to languidly thrust into you.

he leans his head down to kiss you, sloppy and wet. “y/n” he groans at the way you clench around him as his pace slightly quickens. “i-i love you, so much”

you whine, hooking your legs around his waist and tightening your grasp around his neck as he continues to thrust into you. the way his head drags against the spongy part of you pussy, has your toes curling and you rut your hips up to meet his.

you open your eyes to see reki, lips wet and eyes teary, gasping over you, face flushed, and eyebrows furrowed. reki, your boyfriend, your high school sweetheart, your baby. reki, who smile tiredly as he walks you home after his late shift, who is pretty good at karaoke but convinces you otherwise, who kisses you like you’re the most precious being, who makes it his personal mission to make you feel safe. reki, your reki.

“you take such good care of me, reki, you’re such a good boyfriend” you whine out and reki sobs, hips beginning to falter. “i love you, baby”

reki’s lower stomach and thighs tighten as his orgasm rapidly approaches. drool begins to pool in his mouth as he pants harshly, moans catching in his throat. the sound of skin slapping and both of your moans floats in your bedroom.

“i’m gonna cum” he gasps, slightly unnerved by how rapidly he seems to lose control. his vision is beginning to go white around the edges and his arms shake uncontrollably. “y/n”

“s’okay, baby” you murmur, as reki begins thrusting erratically. you kiss his shoulder before settling back against your pillows. “s’okay, reki, go ahead”

“i’m sorry” reki whines as he pull his cock out, pumping it only twice before he cums on your upper thigh. the groan that tumbles out of his mouth sounds so heavenly, that you sigh dreamily as he collapses against you, shuddering in the aftermath of his orgasm.

you wrap your arms around reki as he rests the side of his face against your chest, still panting like he’s ran a marathon. “you okay, baby?” you murmur into his hair, rubbing your hand alongside his arm. reki only gives a small whimper, his eyes half-shut and he still trembles on top of you. you feel something wet pool at your chest and you look to realize reki is drooling. “baby, you’re drooling”

“s’my shirt, let me drool” he murmurs and your chest jumps with laughter. reki wraps his arms around your torso and nuzzles his face into your chest. “thank you, i love you”

you smooth the hair plastered to his forehead back as he begins to drifts off into sleep. you purse your lips when you realized you were gonna have to wake him up in a bit to go pee. but for now, you could enjoy the afterglow, warm in each other’s embrace.

“i love you too” you whisper into his hair, thinking he had fallen asleep until he shifted to kiss your neck. it grew silent for a bit, until you spoke up. “what if we make it a tradition to dap after we have sex?”

reki is still for a bit, and you think that maybe he actually did fall asleep. suddenly, he shifts up and bites you at the base of you neck, eliciting a shriek from you.

“shut. the. fuck. up” reki mutters into the crook of your neck as you dissolve into a fit of giggles. he begins to laugh too, tightening his grip around your torso.

notes: this...was so long...i'm sorry.

#sk8 the infinity x reader #reki x reader #reki kyan x reader #reki smut #minors dni #sk8 the infinity x y/n #sk8 the infinity smut #smut

[1kook]

disney+ & bust

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door.  warnings; arguments, feelings of insecurity, bit of asshole jk, smut in the forms of degradation, dumbification, choking, fingering, spit kink, self punishment, unprotected but [ passionate ] sex, jk losing his cool, return of mean jk, he is actually an emotional mess in this one wtf miscellaneous; ANGST, anniversaries, the L word😳, app developer kook, rip ‘pretty girl’ </3, we all become phineas and ferb stans word count; 13k !!

notes; me: *writes couple who’s whole arc is being silly* y’all: MAKE THEM SUFFER GIVE US ANGST!! u ask I deliver so now we all suffer 😐 ngl it was hard writing this fic n u might notice there’s some parts that seem weird n that’s bc this was TWO fics w diff wording but I ended up mixing them bc I’m insane. still had a lot of fun! felt like I challenged myself!! not proofread bc when I say we suffer we SUFFER

please let me know what you think!!! a simple ask goes a long way <3

previous part: kissanime & foreplay

Approximately one week after The Bullet Bestie’s rise to prominence, Jungkook grows annoyed with it as his weirdly competitive nature rears its ugly head the more and more orgasms that little vibrator coaxes out of you. It turns on a weird switch in him, something slightly stuck up and snooty that he’ll never admit to out loud but is there nonetheless. By the following Friday, The Bullet Bestie is nestled deep in your garbage can and Jungkook’s back to pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers alone.

He had those moments in him, the ones where he liked to think he was better than any and everyone else, and occasionally they manifested against inanimate objects like a bullet vibrator.

Despite his polite and generally soft exterior, you catch glimpses of that cocky spirit more than anyone else. Over the past year, you’ve come to realize that Jungkook’s personality was like a coin that had been left out in the sun too long. He had this sweet and reserved nature you saw most times, a kindhearted boyfriend who adored you almost as much as you adored him. He was your angel whom you knew had a heart of gold, even if you were slowly bringing out his more childish tendencies. You knew him like the back of your hand, knew what his mom’s favorite color was and how he liked to stack the plates in his cabinet according to size and make. It was a side that was rusted from years of being out in the sun, basking in its adoring warmth, and you loved every inch about it.

And still, there was this other side to him you rarely saw. This cocky asshole who hid beneath the soft smiles and careful hands, making his appearance only through sly smirks and a tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek. He was a braggart, a man who knew his greatness yielded for no one and wanted that fact shoved down everyone’s faces. This Jungkook, this other side that never saw the light of day, was like the Hyde to his Jekyll. An unexpected, almost mean side to him that only dared make his appearance when his exhilaration was at an all-time high. Like when he was fucking you into another dimension, or kicking your ass in Mario Kart, or like now, when he was receiving an award at an annual tech ceremony.

On the eve of your one year anniversary, Jungkook’s company invites him to an awards ceremony for other web and app developers like him. It’s a grand event, filled with all the biggest nerds in the developing industry here to present the baby nerds with awards. Jungkook lies somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, both a seasoned player and a rookie all at once. He spends the night tolling you around in a floor-length gown and fangirling over all the “legends” in the room.

You know next to none of these people and none of their accomplishments but still pretend you respect them to hell and back. By the end of the main dinner, you’re sympathizing with Barbie’s ever-smiling features because your cheeks feel sore.

Towards the end of the night, Jungkook wins that random award— okay, who were you fooling? He wins the Platinum Mobile Standard of Excellence Award, recognizing him for all the hard work you’ve seen him put in this past year. It’s probably the highest recognition he can receive at this point in his career. It was an esteemed award that was bestowed upon only the most innovative developer of the year among tech companies, something Jungkook had briefly mentioned he always wanted. It’s basically the equivalent of placing first place in his field, but given Jungkook’s competitive industry and his young age, you think it’s like telling all these old Facebook lords to suck his big fat cock. (But that was your job when you got home.)

He gives a short little thank you speech, promising to work hard and own up to this title. The people around you are swooning, obviously endeared with his soft puppy dog features and melodic voice. They don’t know him like you do, don’t know that uppity twist to his grin like you do. It doesn’t slip off his face even when he steps down off the stage, arms wide open as he comes barreling towards you. Even with you in his arms, the congratulations that are thrown from every direction ring loudly in his ears and swell that ego of his.

The night goes like that for the most part, Jungkook’s acquaintances approaching him every few minutes to rain down their praises. He goes a little crazy at the open bar after a while, shoving the gold trophy into your arms as his beloved work seniors whisk him off for drinks. You don’t mind because you resigned yourself to a night of playing Jungkook’s perfectly perfect partner anyway, watching him politely mingling with his coworkers. Despite his earlier success, you know he won’t brag about it verbally. No, he’ll wait until the two of you get home—your place or his—and remind you how amazing he is with a quick snap of his hips.

As you said, he’ll never boast aloud.

However, that doesn’t mean you won’t.

“That’s my boyfriend,” you explain to the seventh person that greets you that night, excitedly pointing to where said boyfriend was slowly losing all sense of self by the bar. You don’t know anyone here beside Jungkook, and you’re pretty sure no one in their hammered minds is going to remember who you are anyway, so a little gloating never hurt anyone. “He won the ‘I’m Better Than Everyone Else’ award tonight,” you emphasize to the tipsy woman beside you who only laughs at your exaggeration. You assume she’s like you, accompanying one of the many developers here, because as soon as you finish boasting about Jungkook she moves to brag about someone too.

Truth be told, you spend the whole night re-analyzing the Zootopia movie you saw on Disney+ the other night in your head. So if the little fox fellow didn’t control himself would the city have fallen to ruins? Why was the useless sheep girl so evil and bitter? Why was there an unreal amount of romantic tension between the fox and the rabbit? Whatever, you’ll have to rewatch it some other night, and with your new Disney+ account, you could watch it anywhere you wanted to.

Now, you had never bothered to purchase a Disney+ subscription or even tried to swindle Jungkook for his password before. As far as you know, Disney+ was filled with old tv shows from your childhood, sitcoms that made you laugh when you were ten. There’s nothing wrong with that, but personally, you were a firm believer that that which was perfect should not be touched once finished; in other words, you were utterly terrified you’d rewatch an old episode of The Wizards of Waverly Place, only to find out the same joke you’ve been regurgitating for the past ten years doesn’t actually go that way.

However, the harsh reality was that Disney+ was good for a few things. Ugh, you hate when giant corporations provide decent services. Aside from Zootopia, you’ve watched about every animated media on there as well, all of which you replay in your mind as Jungkook has the time of his life with these nerds, knocking back champagne glass after champagne glass.

Anyway, the night ends a little past midnight, and Jungkook who is buzzed on alcohol and high on exhilaration ends up calling an Uber for the two of you. Your apartment— the new one he had not only helped you hunt for but also helped you move into, greatly cutting the cost of movers out with those glistening biceps and thick thighs —is still going through her rebellious phase where the potted plants are trying to take over, courtesy of Kim Namjoon. So for now, there’s a potted plant in an awkward corner that both of you stub your toe against on your way to your bedroom.

You’re thinking Jungkook is going to go to town tonight, given the fact he’s on Cloud 9 and has had his ego stroked by a bunch of dudes for the past couple hours. Maybe you guys can try out the hot role-playing scenario you saw on GirlsWay a few weeks ago, or the handcuffs you impulsively bought from Amazon one Monday night. Or maybe, and this one really makes you flutter, he’ll let you fully take the reins for once.

All those lewd fantasies end up being for naught because just as you shimmy out of your gown (with the help of his hands, of course) and turn to climb him like a tree, he’s on the other side of the room getting your makeup remover out for you. And also talking. A lot. And way more than usual.

“Did you see him, babe?” he sighs, dare you to say, dreamily, handing you the cotton pads as he begins pulling a million pins out of your hair. Slowly and with a lot of confusion, you pull your fake lashes off and begin cleaning your face. “He was amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” you say, having absolutely no idea who ‘he’ is or why Jungkook is so in love with him and not you at this very moment. “But so were you,” you add. Perfect. Stroke his ego and then stroke his cock.

Jungkook sputters at your praise. He’s carefully placing your hairpins on your thigh, cheeks flaming red every time he leans over you. “Was I?” he murmurs, voice sweet in that cute little way it always gets when he’s downed one too many shots of whiskey, enough to be buzzed but not enough to be wasted.

You turn and the pins clatter to the floor and across the bedsheets. “Yes,” you confirm, ignoring his sad huff at the mess you’ve made. Instead, you grab him by the collar of that pink button-up he taunted you with all night. “You were fucking incredible and I think incredible men deserve to have their dick sucked.”

Jungkook laughs at your vulgar statement, holding you gently by the hips as you climb into his lap. “Is that so?” The soft, shy persona is gone now, replaced by the gentle stirring beneath his dress pants. You nod hurriedly, plopping down on his lap and running your hands through his styled hair.

“Yes,” you confirm, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Luckily for you, I know this nymphomaniac who would gladly gobble up your cock at your every command.”

He snorts just as you push him into his back, nose adorably scrunched up. “First of all, you know I hate that word,” he chuckles, finally gracing you with a sweet peck that only makes you want him to fuck you into the fifth dimension. “Secondly, please don’t ever say you’ll gobble my cock up ever again.”

Something inside of you squeals with excitement as he rolls the two of you over, firm body pressing down on yours. “Oh, baby,” you groan, lazily throwing a leg over his hip. Jungkook grins and then decides to entertain you for a few minutes with a sloppy kiss.

You say a few minutes because just as things are heating up, he pulls away. He smiles apologetically. “As much as I’d love to be here with you, I actually have an early morning tomorrow.”

You frown at the sudden change in events. “Huh? They’re gonna make you work the morning after a Gatsby party?” you gasp, sitting up as he gets off of you. With every step he takes away from the bed your heart breaks a little more. “They can’t do that— that’s illegal!”

From the doorway he levels you with a comically raised brow. “No, it’s not.”

You scamper after him down the hall, watch the muscles in his back flex as he pulls his suit jacket on. “You can’t work on our anniversary— that’s illegal!” you offer instead.

He stops at your front door, feet squeezed back into his shoes. “Baby, it’s not,” he rolls his eyes, leaning down to peck your forehead. “It was either I work in the morning or work at night,” he explains, giving your messy hair a soothing caress. He’s looking at you with those eyes, the ones that make your heart lodge itself into your throat and make life a tightrope experience. There’s a devastatingly lovesick part of you that wants this moment, this kind face, to be engraved into your mind for the rest of your life. You want this to be the first and last thought you have and nothing else: just Jungkook’s adoring gaze on you for the rest of time.

The moment ends too soon when he flutters one last peck against your lips. “I’ll be done in the afternoon, okay?”

You pout. “Okay, your place?” you huff, making sure to get one last octopus squeeze around his waist. He nods. “Promise you won’t be late?”

The corners of his gaze soften. “You know I won’t,” he smiles, leaning down to bump your noses together playfully. “Can’t stay away from my pretty girl too long. Besides, I have a gift for you tomorrow.”

It’s with that sentiment and a hammering heart that you let him go. With Jungkook gone, there’s really nothing for you to do now. You took the next two days off in preparation for your anniversary sex, so you don’t have to head to sleep early like usual.

With nothing else planned, you decide on rewatching that Zootopia movie that had plagued you all night, ready to dissect every plot hole to hell and back. You don’t think Jungkook’s seen this movie yet so you add it to your long list of animated movies you’re forcing him to watch.

Part of you is actually really surprised Jungkook left. Well, kinda sorta, very, but not really. Jungkook was a good boy, that much was obvious. He took his job seriously, and if his job wanted him to come in at the asscrack of dawn, then he’d come in before the sun even rose. He was a goody-two-shoes, but even so, you were occasionally able to bring out that darker side in him.

Jungkook working, like actually working in an office setting, was pretty rare though. The dude had a chill job that let him stay home most of the time, and essentially clock in whenever he wanted. Every now and then you were able to convince him to stay, tucking him beneath your body or the covers, depending on the night, and refusing to let him go the morning after.

Once he had eaten you out until the wee hours of the day, ravenous between your thighs, and then went to work the next morning like he hadn’t broken you. Another time you had persuaded him into watching every season of the 2017 DuckTales reboot through the night. When the alarm had rung in the middle of the season finale, he had simply gotten into your shower and gone off to work.

So maybe you were a little confident in your skills, and Jungkook slipping between your fingers tonight was a huge bummer. But there was no use crying over spilled milk, you tell yourself, flinging your bra off somewhere in the corner as you snuggle back into your sheets. You’re ready to tear this Zootopia movie apart, scene by scene.

Even though your apartment is a little cold, you’re comforted by the fact Jungkook will be here to keep you warm all day tomorrow.

All men do is lie.

Despite his promise to come home early the next day, Jungkook ends up lying. The meeting he had been in all morning— the same one that had stopped you from getting bent like a pretzel the night before —drags on well past noon. Then, Kim Namjoon, AKA Jungkook’s favorite senpai in the entire world, catches wind of Jungkook’s success last night and absolutely has to take him out to lunch to celebrate.

You scoff, glaring down at your phone and the impulsive messages you’d sent out an hour ago when Jungkook had first texted you telling you he would be late.

You whirl around to stomp off in the direction of his living room, where all of yours and Jungkook’s favorite foods were growing colder by the minute. You had spent the longest time carefully laying them out, making sure the fried chicken was closer than the pizza but not closer than the breadsticks. Truthfully it’s a nightmare. There are about eight stomach aches worth of food sitting on his coffee table, the greasy stench makes you gag and will certainly stick to your hair for weeks, but none of that mattered because it was all for your beau.

Your very late beau who was making you grow more and more agitated with each minute that passed. Ugh! How inconsiderate of him to test your patience on a day like this. You didn’t want to be upset with him, but this was your first, real milestone as a couple with him. You had wanted to spend the whole day cuddled up, maybe finally tell him how much he really meant to you— definitely not waking up alone with eyeliner crusted eyes and an aching heart.

Deciding you’re being a little too dramatic, you head into the bedroom to calm down. This was fine, you tell yourself, carefully laying out the damn near harlotrous lingerie you had yet to put on. Jungkook would come over soon and everything would be A-okay.

Except for the part it’s actually F-not okay because soon it’s nearing sunset and the food has gone cold so you’ve stocked it into the fridge, and the pretty sheer bra has a wonky wire that’s two seconds away from piercing through your heart, but that doesn’t even matter because Jungkook being late for your all-day anniversary celebration has already ripped it to shreds anyway.  

You plop down on the couch in defeat, impulsively opening up the Disney+ app to cry through another episode of Phineas and Ferb. You’ve abandoned the satin robe that came with the lingerie in favor of donning a big t-shirt that smells like him and makes your heart hurt even more. The setting sun paints the living room in muted oranges, the chirping of birds outside the soundtrack to your lonely day.

You end up watching some other cartoon on Disney+, avoiding the Marvel section because you had promised Jungkook he could be there when you lost your Marvel virginity. Well, at least one of you was good at keeping promises, you think bitterly. For a second, you think about randomly watching one of the infamous MCU films out of order just to spite him. But then you think of that soft puppy gaze and how disappointed he’d be in you.

Whatever! It wouldn’t ever match up to the way you felt now.

Anyway, you circle back. When you’re five episodes into Phineas and Ferb you hear the doorknob rattle.

You sit up just as the door swings open, visible from your spot on the couch. He meets your gaze almost immediately, big doe eyes caught in the act. What act? You’re not really sure. In fact, you don’t even know what you’re looking at when he walks in because he’s drowning in shopping bags. His lips twist into a grin. “Honey, I’m home,” he says playfully.

You don’t laugh.

Jungkook frowns, dumping all his bags down at the entrance before waddling over towards you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, coming to stand before you and cupping your face in his hands. He’s towering over you, so tall and gorgeous but for the first time, you’re not dazed by his beauty.

“Kook, you said you’d be back hours ago,” you say slowly, avoiding his gaze. You try to keep the frustration out of your voice, but you’ve had hours to dwell on it now, and those annoying cartoon characters, though charming at first, had only served to multiply your annoyance.  

Jungkook blinks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean… yeah. But I got you presents?” he beams, glancing back at the mountainous pile he made by the door. You look over too. There are some luxury bags squeezed in between other shops you like, the occasional jewelers' logo on the side.

You stand with a sigh, sauntering off into the kitchen with him on your tail. “I don’t want presents,” you mumble, reaching to pour yourself a glass of water. You’re briefly aware of how childish you must seem. Jungkook hovers behind you.

“What? Yes, you do,” he says. “You had an entire wishlist on my Amazon of things you wanted.” It’s his turn to level you with an unreadable expression, slowly crossing his arms over his chest.

Your frown only deepens as you turn to match his stance against the counter. While it may be true that you did indeed have an entire list of impulsive items on his Amazon, that didn’t necessarily mean you wanted them all. Sometimes you just wanted to stare longingly at a pair of satin gloves without actually buying them. You don’t know how to explain this much to him. “They’re not…” you stop with another deep breath. “Forget it. Thank you for the presents.”

Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to question you. “What,” he says in an unimpressed tone, padding over to you before you can escape back into the living room to watch the entire princess movie collection on Disney+. “No, tell me what’s wrong.”

For some reason, that’s exactly what you don’t want to hear. “Jungkook,” you say flatly, narrowing your eyes at him. “You come home six hours after you said you would without telling me why, and normally I wouldn’t care, but today was supposed to be a special day for us.”

Jungkook reels at your bluntness. “Babe, I was out getting stuff for you. I know it’s our anniversary— that’s why I wanted to treat you,” he responds, oddly condescendingly like you’re a child who doesn’t understand what exactly he was doing.

You brush his hands away from your shoulders. “Yeah,” you huff. “Now I know that. But I spent all day waiting for you,” you stress, chest puffing as you grow more and more agitated by his inability to understand you. God, can he let you go now? At least a bunch of animated, geometrically drawn cartoons won’t question you like this and make you feel as childish as he was.

When he doesn’t say anything else you stomp back into the living room, snatching up your phone from its forgotten spot against the couch. “I’m going to bed.”

At that Jungkook seems to kickstart back to life. “What? ___, it’s barely six,” he says as he follows after you into your bedroom. You ignore him, shuffling beneath the covers. In all actuality, you’re going to bed to mope and watch more animated family shows, maybe cry under the guise of the plot just being so sad. Jungkook sits beside you just as you click back on to finish off your episode. “Baby, I don’t get it,” he sighs. “You’re always talking about how much you want this or that, and I go out and get you it all but now you’re mad?”

You bite down on your lip, eyes lasered in on the pictures moving before you. “Jungkook, just forget it.”

“No,” he says, more sternly than he’s ever been with you before. “If there’s a problem, tell me.” There’s a heavy pause, and then he says, “don’t make me waste my time guessing what’s wrong, okay?” 

“Waste your time?” you scoff, sitting up with pinched brows that you find match his. “I’m not trying to waste anyone’s time— in fact, that’s hot coming from you, Jungkook.”

He rolls his eyes. “What are you even saying? You’re mad because I took a little long getting presents, for you, might I add,” he huffs, plopping down on the edge of the mattress beside your knee. “You’re always saying you want this and that, but you can’t handle me going out to get those things? Do you hear how weird you sound?”

You whip the covers off of you. “Me talking about things doesn’t always mean I want them,” you defend.

Jungkook snorts. “Yes, it does,” he says. “Anytime you ramble about stuff for minutes like a little kid it’s because you want me to buy it for you.”

You blink. “Like a little kid?” you repeat, stunned by his comparison. Granted, you always knew you were the more childish of the two, but you never thought that would equate Jungkook thinking of you as a child. Something red and nasty flares in your chest. “Well sorry,” you spit, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, “sorry we all can’t be perfectly mature golden boys who would never see the light of day if I constantly wasn’t dragging them out.” You know it’s a somewhat low blow, especially because Jungkook’s told you before how his introverted tendencies were a sensitive issue growing up, but you can’t help it.

Jungkook groans, dropping his head into his hands. “Baby, don’t do this now,” he warns, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Stop acting like this.”

“Like how?” you spit, “like a kid?” Jungkook says nothing, leveling you with a blank stare from the corner of his eye. You roll your eyes, phone falling off your lap. Another episode of Phineas and Ferb had started, the corny opening tune filling the space between the two of you. “At least now I know what you think of me,” you mutter over the guitar riff.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook blurts, sitting up wildly. “Of course I’m gonna think of you as a stupid little kid, look at you,” he seethes, gesturing at the phone beside you. You flinch. “All you do is watch kids shows and whine whenever I wanna watch anything normal adults watch. You complain every single day about the most normal things, like your job? Why should I fucking care that you’re working a dead-end office job in a field you didn’t even study for— that’s not my problem, __!” he snaps, eyes narrowed into little slits. “I just won an award last night,” he says suddenly, voice back to its regular volume. “I’m at the height of my career and I’m only going up, but I can’t even enjoy that because I have to come home and cater to you,” he finishes, a loud scoff punctuating the final word.

You had never imagined Jungkook finally bragging about himself would be at your expense.

A beat of silence passes, the angry glint in his eyes quickly fading away the longer you don’t say anything. You sniff once, turning your head idly to the side where Phineas and Ferb is still blaring loudly from your phone speaker. Picking up the device, you throw it across the room where it hits his closet door with a terrifying bang the breaks the silence.

The sound snaps Jungkook out of whatever shock he’d been in. “Baby…” he says slowly, carefully, like you’re a caged animal that’s just escaped the zoo.

“I’m going home,” you say, also a little too calmly. You saunter over towards his closet where your shattered phone screen glares up at you as you yank a pair of sweats off a hanger. Jungkook is still frozen on the edge of the bed, watching you with wide eyes as you move about the room.

It’s when you’re in the hallway leading downstairs that Jungkook finally snaps out of his daze, scampering behind you as you descend the stairs. “Baby,” he rushes out, loudly bounding down after you, “___, wait,” he gasps, catching you by the kitchen counter collecting your keys. “I-I didn't mean that,” he rushes out, eyes wide and frantic as they flicker over your expression. “I don’t think that—I don’t, baby, please, just… let me explain, please.”

“Jungkook, let go of me,” you respond, shaking your wrist in an attempt to release yourself. He’s not even holding you tightly— he never would—but the sound of your heart pounding in your ears makes your movements jerky and erratic. “I wanna go home.”

“No,” he chokes, cornering you against the counter. “No, baby, please just listen to me, I-I—“

“You what, Jungkook?” you snap, placing a hand on his chest and forcefully pushing him away. He lets you, stepping back with a wobbly bottom lip. “You need to tell me how you’re too good for me? How much I hold you down because I wasn’t lucky enough to get a job like yours straight out of college?” He says nothing, swallowing roughly as you jab a finger into his chest. “Well let me tell you something,” you snarl, chest heaving, “I may be childish and a huge complainer, but I’m not stupid enough to let someone walk all over me like this.”

With that, you make your great escape. Truthfully, you don’t want him to see the tears in your eyes as you yank his door open, stomping down his steps and in the direction of the nearest bus stop. The door opens right after you tug it shut, painting your shadow across the sidewalk. There’s the scrambled sound of house slippers against the concrete that follows you down. “Go the fuck back inside,” you snap without missing a beat.

Sensing your obvious anger, he pauses before he can reach you. “Text me when you get home?” he calls out quietly.

“No,” you respond.

You would never admit to anyone that you spend the entire night eating a tub of mint chocolate ice cream. It’s disgusting and makes you gag, but it’s the only one you have in your apartment. And of course, it was brought over by none other than Jeon Jungkook himself a few days ago. Even when you’re trying to comfort yourself over how mean he was, on your anniversary night no less, you’re plagued by thoughts of him everywhere.

As much as you want to brush his words off, put on that cool girl exterior you’ve maintained since high school, there’s something different about this situation. You guess it’s impossible to brush off such hateful words when they come from someone you love and adore so much.

Were you too childish? You had always believed that side of you was what made your relationship with Jungkook so perfect. The two of you meshed well because of your differences, like yin and yang. So how had he been able to so easily deconstruct every inch of that balance in a matter of a few seconds? Was this perfect reality all in your head this whole time?

You want to tell yourself it was just a heat of the moment outburst from Jungkook, give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s never snapped at you like this before. Of course you’ve fought a couple of times in the past year, but neither of you had ever stooped as low as you did yesterday. Furthermore, the insecure part of your brain says he obviously felt this somewhere in his heart to bring it up at all. What he had said to you wasn’t something someone could make up on the spot.

You don’t text him when you get home, partly to spite him, but mainly because you had left your phone at his place anyway. You know he tried calling you last night because the call log is synced up to your laptop. He called on and off for about thirty minutes before he probably found your phone in his room. Whatever, he can mope in his regret for all you care

—is what you wanna say, but the longer he goes without showing himself to you the more your insecurities and hurt fester. Was this it? Was this the end of what was probably the best year of your life? It’s too painful to think about, to even consider the possibility that Jungkook might have gained a new insight last night and decided, hey, maybe this is for the best after all.

You drown yourself in an ungodly amount of sugar for breakfast, your laptop blaring yet another episode of Phineas and Ferb on the dining table. Muscle memory has you making Jungkook’s favorite pancakes before you can stop yourself, and by the time you do realize, you’ve resigned yourself to the blueberry smell anyway.

There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb.

It’s not.

It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. You open the door with a fright, jumping back when he slumps forward and almost crashes face-first into the floor. “You didn’t call,” Jungkook cries, leaning a little too much of his weight onto you when you reach out to steady him.

The thundering of your heart slows upon registering it’s him. “Kook?” you frown, nose pinched at the ungodly stench of alcohol wafting off his clothes. “Have you been drinking?” you ask even though the answer is staring you right in the face (and in the nose).

He groans, staggering deeper into your arms. You blindly push the door shut behind him, resigning yourself to this new situation while your pancakes grow cold in the other room. “Baaaby,” he slurs, letting you guide him into the living space. He’s unceremoniously dumped onto the couch, half-opened eyes gazing up at you. “Let me,” a hiccup, “explain.”

You won’t lie. There’s a very obvious sense of discomfort sitting in your chest, torn between two paths that you don’t wish to choose between. His skin is warm and flushed like he’s just walked all the way here in this morning sun. You step over to the window that faces down onto the street below. There’s no sign of his car; you would have killed him if he ever tried to drive in this state.

“Did you walk here?” you ask instead, deciding there’s no need for one singular path, not when you can walk straight down the middle, both cleaning him and grilling him at the same time.

Jungkook’s response is delayed, head lolling from side to side as you help him out of his sweater. His skin is sweaty beneath, scorching to the touch. “Uh-huh,” he groans. Jesus, you sort of assumed but him confirming it really set things into perspective.

By no means did you and Jungkook live on opposite ends of the earth. On a good day, a drive from your place to his took about ten minutes. But walking? Easily an hour. Had he walked all the way from his place, drunk on top of that?

You brush his hair away from his face, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch. His lips are pouty yet chapped, dehydrated from the sun and the alcohol he reeks of. “Sit up for me,” you instruct, scampering off to your room for chapstick and water.

“Anything for you,” Jungkook wheezes, throat probably dryer than a desert. When you return, he’s two seconds from face planting into the coffee table and breaking that pretty face of his. You catch him with a hand on his shoulder, keeping him balanced. “Tell me what to do,” he chokes out, voice hoarse.

“Just need you to drink some water,” you say, pressing a cup against his lips. He drinks it, but a drop still dribbles down his chin.

“No,” he groans, catching your wrist in his hand when you reach up to apply some chapstick on him. “Tell me what to do,” he stresses, “to fix this. Fix us.”

His words make you pause, the tube of chapstick hovering over his plush lips. “You don’t have to do anything,” you respond quietly, trying to finish the application so you can pull away.

Jungkook doesn’t let you go. You try to look away, but there’s something about him that looks off. Maybe it’s the raw skin under his eyes, red and swollen. Or the sad droop to those same eyes that hold you captive. Or maybe it’s the subtle tremble in his hands, the fingers that hold tightly to your wrist, not to keep you there but to ground himself. “I don’t wanna lose you,” he rasps out, shakily bringing your hand to his mouth, where he presses one airy kiss to your knuckles. “Tell me ho-how to fix this and I’ll do it,” he pleads, a vulnerable look in his eyes.

Unable to withstand the sheer amount of agony on his expression, you look away. “___, please,” he chokes out, stumbling off the couch in his drunk and desperate haze until he’s kneeling in front of you. “I can’t… I can’t,” he sniffles, tears clouding those pretty eyes you’ve come to love so much. “I don’t know who I am without you.”

You clench your jaw. “You’re Jeon Jungkook,” you murmur, slipping your hand out of his hold to run through his hair. It’s knotted and a little too greasy, two things Jungkook would usually never allow. “This year’s Platinum Mobile Standard of Excellence Award recipient,” you remind him, trailing your thumb across his cheekbone when he turns to look up at you with those big Bambi eyes. “Sweet and shy, but you love being rowdy with your friends. You love movies and TV and organizing your shirts according to fabric type. You work harder than anyone I know and never complain. You date me, even though I’m a huge child,” you smile sadly.

“No!” he jumps, turning that frantic stare back into you. “Y-You’re not— it’s not,” he stammers, words still slurring together. “I’m a liar,” he cries, resting his forehead on your knees. His shoulders shake. “I don’t deserve you,” he weeps quietly. You place a hand on his shoulder. “Y-Y-You make my life so much better, ___, so colorful and fun. I-I wish I knew you in high school,” he admits, “maybe I wouldn’t have been so emotionally constipated now.”

“You’re not,” you reassure him softly.

He disagrees. “You bring out the best,” he hiccups, “the best in me.” Your heart skips in your chest. “I-I love you, you know that?”

You sputter, eyes wide at his sudden confession. “I… love you so much, y’know? I think about you ev-every night, ___,” he rambles, eyes dreamily gazing off into some miscellaneous spot on the wall behind you. “I can’t get you out of my head. Like you're a song, o-on repeat but it’s not annoying because it’s my favorite song, and I could listen to it for the rest of my life, y’know? My favorite song, I know all the words b-because it’s all I think about! I love... My love… I love you so much.”

“Kook,” you rush out, cheeks flaming as you try to pull him away from where he’s slumped over your legs. His passionate speech has you abuzz, body tingling everywhere until you feel overwhelmed, head spinning like you’re on a rollercoaster. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He nods sleepily, seemingly coming down from whatever alcohol induced rampage has allowed him to walk for an hour straight in this searing heat just to confess to you. “Y-You don’t have to say it back,” he continues to stutter as you guide him through the living room on wobbly legs. “I just-I just— can I?” he babbles. “Can I love you, ___?”

You pass through the kitchen space, where whatever you were watching on Disney+ is blaring loudly. It distracts Jungkook for about two seconds before his attention returns to you. When you don’t answer, he presses on. “Is that okay?” he asks, whirling around to face you, catching your shoulders in his hands. He towers over you by the entrance to your bedroom, dark curls tickling your forehead. His eyes are dark and glazed over, both in tears and an emotion so raw and unfiltered it squeezes around your chest until you can’t breathe. “Is it okay for me to love you?” he murmurs softly, knocking his nose against yours.

Your cheeks blaze. “Yes, th-that’s fine, Kook,” you blubber, placing a hand over his chest, where his heart is also hammering away. “Just need you to go rest now, okay?”

He nods sleepily, nudging your nose with his one last time, like a soft almost-kiss, before letting you push him into the room. “Yes, yes,” he breathes, his body finally crashing from his adrenaline spike. He flops down onto the bed unceremoniously, dark waves fanning across your pillows. You try to wiggle him out of his shirt, but it only gets about halfway up his chest before he blindly reaches for the covers. His legs stick out awkwardly, clad in the sweatpants you’ve come to associate with him.

When he’s all swaddled up in your blanket he finally goes limp, tiny snores leaving his lips as he dozes away from reality. You sigh, pressing a palm to his forehead. He’s still warm and clammy, but at this point, there’s nothing you can do but wait for him to sober up.

With a final kiss to his forehead, you leave the room, closing the door behind you before sliding against the wooden surface. There’s a trapped bird in your chest, wildly flapping its wings in an effort to get out, and it’s all stupid Jungkook’s fault in the next room. Stupid Jungkook who demolished and remodeled your heart all in less than twenty-four hours. It doesn’t calm down, even when you rush off into the kitchen for a glass of water, or when you try to immerse yourself in some other show on Disney+. It stays beating against your ribs and your chest until you’re forcing yourself to sit down on the couch and process.

He wakes up a little before dinner. You hear him from the living room, where you’re flicking through the options on Disney+ for the nth time that day. You’ve seen the first fifteen minutes of about twenty different series and movies by now, always growing antsy and abandoning them early on. The only reason you know he’s awake is because the shower turns on for a few minutes, and then his bare feet are heard padding across the hallway back into your room.

By the time he resurfaces in the living room, you’ve resigned yourself to just more Phineas and Ferb, nonchalantly watching the silly cartoon. (Except you’re anything but nonchalant, and your heartbeat rings in your ears.)

Jungkook hovers by the door, clad in a pair of shorts he’s left here before, and a t-shirt you stole from him. “Hey,” he says quietly, lingering by the doorframe. You nod back in response. “Can I watch with you?” Again, another nod.  

Slinking over to the couch, he’s rather careful as he sits down, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you. You don’t even think he can see the screen of your laptop until he murmurs, “he’s my favorite character,” when Perry the Platypus appears on the screen.

You hum. “Thought you didn’t like these kids shows?” you ask. You don’t mean it to sound as petty and backhanded as it comes out, but that’s really no one's fault but his own.

Jungkook’s breathing tightens beside you. “No,” he admits, “I don’t. Only watch them because I know you like them.” You contemplate pausing the episode and engaging in a real conversation with him, but at this point, you’re very tired from the events of the last day. Jungkook doesn’t press either, just shuffles more comfortably beside you.

You get about five minutes in, quiet chuckles shared between the two of you, before he strikes. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” he says, so hushed you almost don’t hear it. His hand is resting in the space between you, pinky brushing against yours. “About… being late. And the presents.”

You inspire slowly. “That wasn't even the problem, silly,” you brush off. From your peripheral, you see Jungkook’s slow nod. “I didn’t want any presents,” you mention, “I just wanted you.” You look away from the screen immediately after, pretending like the spot on the ceiling is actually really interesting.

The two of you fall into silence, the animated characters on your screen rapidly chattering away. “Oh,” Jungkook says after a moment.

You roll your eyes. They’re moist but you don’t want him to see. “Yeah, oh,” you parrot back softly, relaxing into the couch again. “Did you eat the food I left out?”

Jungkook shuffles beside you, the soft lull of the speakers soon being cut as he reaches over to pause Phineas and Ferb. A couple of seconds pass and then he’s leaning into you, head resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, placing a palm over the hand he had been teasing for the past few minutes. “I thought I knew what I was doing but I was wrong.”

His voice is so soft and sincere, it makes your chest ache. You try to burrow your face against your opposite shoulder, try to hide the stray tear that escapes out of the corner of your eye. “It’s fine,” you brush off, voice choked off and hoarse.

Jungkook leans up, pecks your cheek so tenderly it makes you go mushy. “No, it’s not fine. I acted like a know-it-all and said something way out of line,” he murmurs, raising his head to look at you. His hand feels warm over yours. It’s the touch you craved all day and yesterday, the warm feel of his body against yours. You’re embarrassed at how easily you melt into it. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time,” he tells you, holding your hand close to his chest. “I had no right to say those things to you.”

You sniffle, resting your head against his shoulder now. His heart beats loud enough for you to hear. “Was it true?” you mumble. “Do you really think of me like that?”

He shakes his head, his soft breaths fanning across your forehead. “No, never,” he answers. “I think you’re incredible. My brain was just trying to justify my dumb anger.”

You nod, even if you don’t believe it just yet. But that was a conversation for later, you suppose, sometime in the future when you aren’t on the verge of tears and threatening to crumble apart at the simplest word that leaves his mouth.

“I should have come home like you wanted, thought about my words before saying them,” he says, snuggling closer to you. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” you sniffle, covering your face with your free hand as he presses a kiss to the vein that runs over the back of the hand he’s holding captive. “Now it just sounds like I'm just being inconsiderate of your gifts and a crybaby.”

Jungkook kisses your temple softly, gently. “Don’t think about the gifts,” he says. “Just tell me what you wanted to do, doll.”

His voice calms you, has you like putty in his arms. “Watch movies,” you mumble, toying with a thread on your couch cushion. “Be with you.”

He hums. “Then we’ll do that,” he says, reaching for your laptop again. The screen nearly blinds you when it flickers back to life before you, Jungkook’s low breaths against your ear making it near impossible for you to process the titles on the screen. “You liked Disney+?”

Belatedly, you nod. “I like the animated movies,” you admit quietly, the anxieties of before slowly melting away, even more so when he slides his arm around you, pulling you close against his chest.

Unlike other times where he’ll critique the hell out of such childish films, Jungkook says nothing as he starts up the Zootopia movie instead, the same one you had wanted to show him before, right from the beginning. “That bunny looks like you,” you murmur when Judy Hopps first appears on the screen.

Jungkook snorts. “You say that about every cartoon bunny.”

You turn your head to glance at him over your shoulder. He meets your gaze with a small smile you return. “It’s because you’re so cute,” you say softly, lips twisting playfully when his cheeks grow scarlet.

He knocks his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut. “Not cute, just lucky,” he chuckles. “Lucky enough to have you.” Your heart turns over in your chest, threatening to burst out of your rib cage at his words. You try to turn in his arms. Before you can say the words that have been sitting on the tip of your tongue for months now, he’s beating you to it once again. “I love you,” he confesses in a hushed whisper, no alcoholic influence. 

Something inside of you blossoms, eyes wide as he chastely kisses you. He pulls away without you ever reacting, too caught up in surprise to kiss him back properly. He stays close, curls tickling your forehead as he leans over you. “You don’t have to say it back, I just wanted you to know. I love you,” he says again, long lashes blinking down at you. “So much. It makes me feel like a stupid teenager again, going to the mall to buy a gift for my crush.” He laughs sheepishly, reaching down to tangle your fingers together. “Is that okay?” he asks quietly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

It mirrors the confession he’d given you that morning, those slurred words and teary eyes. It had been difficult to pinpoint the legitimacy of it before, the meaning scrambled by his hazy mind. But with him staring at you like this now, like you single-handedly plucked the stars from the sky to put them in those sparkly eyes of his, it makes something inside you ache.

Still, you choke on your own spit. “I-Is it okay for you to love me?” you sputter incredulously, realizing the oddity of the same question he’d thrown at you earlier. But now, you’re both sober and you can really tear apart that sentence. Jungkook nods a little too seriously for your liking. “Are you crazy?” He blinks in confusion, brows pulling together as you slowly but surely lose the last bits of your sanity. “You’re an idiot, Jeon Jungkook,” you huff, “a stupidly handsome, rich, walking dream, idiot who goes out with stupid girls like me.”

“Not stupid,” he murmurs, closing in on you again as he finally understands the truth behind your masked insults. He smells minty and like his favorite body wash of yours.

“No,” you deny. “You’re actually, like, insane. You have a bachelor pad, make enough money to sustain an entire litter of kittens, look and talk like every teenage girl’s dream boyfriend— but you mess it all up by dating evil, conniving hoes like me who lose their shit over Disney cartoons.” He says nothing, watching you with an amused grin as you talk over yourself, basically regurgitating his statement from yesterday except it kinda seems plausible now that you’re over it. “It’s stupid. No, you’re stupid. No— I’m stupid.”

Jungkook chuckles, kissing the corner of your mouth gently. “Done?” he says, a dimple appearing on his cheek. You could kiss it away, but you need him to know the amount of stupidity in this room was astronomically high. “You’re not stupid, baby,” he says. You level him with a look. “Well. You have your moments.”

“Moments?” you repeat, standing up in a hurry that has him flopping down beside you. Your laptop is lost somewhere on the cushions, the voices faded as they grow farther away. “I am so stupid. I called Namjoon a whore for taking you out for lunch!” you cry. “I am the stupidest person in the world.”

Jungkook cackles, standing up beside you. “Yes, yes, you’re my stupid girl,” he teases, tapping the pout on your lips playfully. “So stupid she slanders herself instead of just telling me she loves me too.” He bumps your noses together, dark eyes staring at you almost daringly after his claim.

You fold soon enough. “I love you,” you mumble, “even if I’m too stupid to say it.”

He rewards your confession with a kiss, pulling you into his arms soon after. He sighs, almost wistfully. “Whatever shall I do with my very stupid girl?”

After exactly three minutes of feeling safe and loved in his arms, he abandons the living room in favor of leading you back to your room, where he pushes you down against your mattress. You cling to him, leaving him positioned over you at an angle. His chest presses against yours, arm curled around the back of your head. “Gotta get up, baby,” he laughs.

You shake your head, caging him in your arms. “Nuh-uh,” you murmur, legs wiggling when he places a hand on your hip.

Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss against the side of your ear. “Your movie is still playing in the other room,” he reminds you, thumb drawing soothing circles on your hip. You don’t release him, his mindless touch only encouraging you to keep him close. “Babe?”

You say nothing, relishing in the comfort of Jungkook’s presence. His hair smells good and feels even softer against the side of your face. The cotton shirt he found is crumpled beneath your fists, dark blue pattern wrinkling. Finally coming to terms with his new home, Jungkook eventually relaxes into your hold with a sigh.

“Alright,” he hums, patting your hip as he repositions himself more comfortably. “I get it. My pretty girl must’ve missed me, huh?” You nod, soaking in every detail about him in this moment. Jungkook shifts, the hand on your hip suddenly falling over your thigh instead. “Or should I say my stupid girl?” he purrs, hand slipping between your thighs. “My stupid, little girl?”

A gasp catches in your throat when he runs his fingers over the front of your panties. Your legs kick out wildly at the sudden touch, toes curling at the hands you dreamt about all day and night. “Oh,” you pant, each brush of his fingers feeling better than the last.

“What?” he says, mouthing against the side of your neck. His tongue feels warm, but the trails of saliva he leaves have you shivering. “Too dumb to speak?” he scoffs, biting down against a particular spot on your neck. You whimper, unsure if it’s because of his hands or his mouth.

“N-No,” you try to sneer back, fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt. His hands are getting braver now, the pad of his pointer finger dancing over your engorged clit. The sheer material of your panties certainly doesn’t help, each touch feeling like it’s being magnified three times over. And if it felt this good with underwear, you can’t even begin to imagine how it’d feel without.

You don’t have to ponder for long, because soon after Jungkook is slipping his hand beneath your waistband, touching your sensitive pussy head-on. “Kook.”

He uses your momentary vulnerability to ease himself from your hold, finally recoiling enough to smother your mouth with his. You moan in surprise, thighs quivering as he gets to work circling your hardened bud sans your panties. Jungkook isn’t the least bit kind as he kisses you ruthlessly, likes he’s trying to compensate for something with his movements. When he finally pulls away it’s with an obnoxious pop and cherry red lips. He huffs, glancing down to see where he’s got his fingers pleasuring you.

Your thighs are squirming back and forth, closing around his hand every few seconds. Jungkook snorts. “Huh, look at that,” he mutters, trailing down until his fingers are gliding over your quickly sopping folds. “Stupid girl is good for something.”

Your cheeks burn. “Kook, I’m not—“

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed glare. “Not what? Not stupid? But I could’ve sworn you just spent the last few minutes saying you were,” he drones meanly, landing one light slap against your cunt that makes your hips buck.

You bite down a whimper. “I was just…” you trail off, eyes rolling back when he teases one finger against your opening.

“Kidding?” he supplies. “Well, I wasn’t.” Your heart stutters in your chest, eyes growing wide as he finally pushes himself off of you, propping himself up with an elbow beside your head. His gaze is dark and unrecognizable. “I think you’re so fucking stupid, doll,” he sneers. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

You should have seen this moment coming, the manifestation of that shiny side of the coin finally reaching its full potential.

While Jungkook wasn’t exactly shy about his interests, he certainly wasn’t tripping over himself to tell you every new kinky thing he wanted to try. You sort of guessed he had some interest in this sort of play a few weeks ago when you watched the Barbie movie at his place. A lot of that night had branded itself into your three am wet dreams, but there was one particular moment that stood out to you. That was you, on your knees, with him condescendingly patting your head. Or just last week, you vaguely remember the term slipping through his lips as he pleasured you with The Bullet Bestie.

The thing about Jungkook was that, until last night, he would have never admitted, or so much as even thought, that he was better than you. That was fine because you would say it enough for the both of you anyway. Did you think Jungkook was amazing, an absolute diamond among these measly rocks? Absolutely. (Were you slightly biased because you were his girlfriend? Skip.) However, you also had this insane evil villain complex that made you want to brag about everything you possibly could, especially if that meant bragging about your boyfriend.

Realistically speaking, he was better than you, that much you could look past yesterday’s anger to admit, and not even in a stuck-up, conceited way; he had a really good job, an architecturally amazing house, and a hot girlfriend. Meanwhile, you had a mediocre job, an okay apartment, and an insanely sexy Calvin Klein boyfriend, half of which he had pointed out yesterday. Regardless of how powerful that third factor was, he still outnumbered you three to one.

Sue you, Jungkook was amazing. Anyone could see that! Except, maybe, himself.

And if the only time Jungkook would openly brag about his greatness or establish how much better than you he was, was in a post-fight, sex-induced setting, then you were more than happy to be his punching bag. So long as it was on your terms, and not as a result of his weirdly bottled up feelings.

(Yeah, you would have a long talk about that tomorrow.)

But for now, you pout up at him, clamping your thighs shut purposefully. “You’re stupid too,” you defend, “stupid and mean.”

Something in his expression changes. Suddenly, he’s moving at superhuman speed as he snatches his hand out from where you had previously trapped him between your legs, yanking you up by the front of your shirt. “Mean?” he mocks. “Isn’t that what you always wanted?” You shiver, fingers wrapping around the wrist that holds your sweater. “Wanted me to be mean and push you around like a little rag doll?”

Jungkook looks at you for another two seconds, before he’s slowly pulling away from you, leaning back on his knees. His tongue is pressing against the inside of his cheek, jaw tightening from the movement. “Baby,” he says so quietly it instills a prickle of fear in you, tainted with delicious excitement.

“Yeah?” you whisper, sitting up tentatively as you watch him, He was a bit frightening, like a wild animal about to devour you whole.

Jungkook rolls his neck, the joints in his spine cracking as he begins tugging off his shirt. You salivate at the sight, too focused on the sinewy muscles of his body to catch the dark gaze he levels your way. He throws it off to the side, his sleeve of tattoos that wraps around his bicep and begins to crawl down his chest wonderfully unobstructed now. “Eyes up here,” he says and you quickly meet his gaze. He leans forward, muscled arms coming to cage you against the headboard. “Stupid little sluts don’t have the room to make such comments,” he rasps out, unamused expression adorning his normally soft features. “Don’t you think so?”

“I-I don’t know,” you stammer, leaning away as he comes closer and closer, eventually just turning your head to the side to avoid that emotionless look. It’s the wrong move, and Jungkook lets you know as much by forcefully digging his fingers into your cheeks and turning your face back around to meet his gaze.

A hand grabs beneath your knee, tugging harshly until you’re flopping down onto your back with a squeal. You settle with his knee pressed hotly against your core. Jungkook stays towering over you. “Dumb little girls who make me watch cartoons,” he spits, tracing a hand over your chest, molding your breasts beneath his hands roughly enough to make you gasp. “And watch little animal movies on Disney+. Aren’t they just so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you concede, subtly shifting your hips for some desperately needed friction. Jungkook snorts, finally granting you your wish with one rough slide of his thigh against your core.

“I agree,” he says, and surprises you with a hand around your throat as he leans in to properly grind his thigh into you. “All they’re good for is being dumb little sluts with good pussy,” he murmurs darkly, thumb pressing into the side of your neck forcefully. “Sometimes, they don’t even do anything,” Jungkook continues, his other hand on your hip hauling you higher up his thigh. You mewl, soaked panties rubbing roughly against your folds. You miss the soft swirl of his thumb, the gentle prod of his fingers. Even so, you can’t deny this change in Jungkook is doing something to you, riling up a part of you that you hadn’t known existed. Maybe it’s the horniness from yesterday that was left unfulfilled, the one year anniversary sex that was put on pause. “Just lay there and take it, too fucked out and dumb to say anything.”

His fingers loosen for the briefest of seconds and you gasp for breath. “That’s terrible,” you whimper, rolling your hips up into his thigh, so close to his swollen cock.

Jungkook chuckles without an ounce of humor, pressing your foreheads together as he helps grind you to completion. “Isn’t it? I think that stupid little girl is cute though.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt, vision spotting as he tightens his hand back around your throat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you moan, stomach tight from all the stimulation.

Jungkook hums, slowing you down with a tight grip on your waist. “Hm, what are you sorry for?” he croons, pink lips pulling into an evil smile. “You said you weren’t that stupid girl, __.”

You shake your head, trying to roll your hips up again but he’s holding you too tightly now, rendering you immobile beneath him. “I am,” you choke out shamefully, grabbing at the hand on your hip in a feeble attempt to remove it. “I am a stupid little girl.”

Jungkook smirks, leaning down to slot his mouth over yours. “That’s right,” he murmurs, “nothing but a dumb little slut.”

You shiver, opening your mouth when he slides his tongue against your bottom lip. He’s not the slightest bit nice, and more messy than usual. He pulls away with a bite to your lower lip, meeting your trembling gaze with that same unrecognizable glint in his eyes. “Come on, dummy, keep up,” he snarks before devouring you again. You try to, you really do, but he’s moving like an animal today, despite his slow and drunken movements from that morning. So you end up with his saliva dripping down your throat, clinging to the corners of your lips as he begins slowly grinding you against his thigh again. He flashes you a wicked smile, pearly teeth on display for you as he glances down at your messy appearance.

“Are you gonna touch me?” you ask, lower lip trembling at the thought after your desperate rutting. Jungkook purses his lips together in thought.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Don’t know yet.”

You whine. “Jungkook, please,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I need you.”

Jungkook chuckles, running his hand up your waist and taking your shirt with him. He slips his fingers beneath your bra, pushing the wire over your chest as he mouths at your neck. “Cute,” he says. “Can’t do it yourself?”

You tremble, chest arching into him as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. “I-I can,” you gasp. “Just feels better with you.”

Jungkook follows your statement with a nip against your skin, tongue soothing over it right after. “Why? Because I do everything better than you? Even make you cum better than you?”

Your cheeks heat up at his blatant ego rearing its head, hands carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. You say nothing, and that only eggs Jungkook on. “Come onnn,” he teases, finally, finally rolling his hips down onto your core. You squeak, head falling back against the pillows as you’re granted the one thing you’d been chasing. “Say it.”

“Say what?” you ask, voice wobbly as he continues to slowly rut against you, the front of his shorts pressing against the soaked crotch area of your panties. “Oh, oh, Jungkook,” you whine.

Suddenly he bites down harshly, teeth digging painfully into your skin. You yelp in surprise, pussy throbbing at the pain that shoots throughout your body. Jungkook pulls away and doesn’t bother soothing over it as he leans up to capture your jaw this time. “Say you’re a stupid little slut who can’t do anything without me,” he purrs, kisses too soft for the words he says.

Your mind blanks, torn between the humiliating phrase he wants you to say and properly checking him in his place. In the end, it’s with a twisted need to please him that you’re repeating the words back to him. “I-I’m a stupid slut,” you whimper, fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he continues pushing you right along the edge. The rope pulled tightly in your core is slowly being pulled apart, threads hanging on for dear life. “Can’t... can't do anything without...”

“Without who?” he asks, reaching down and untying the front of his shorts. “Can’t do anything without who, baby?”

“Without you, without you,” you cry, bucking your hips up against his, the combined movements of both your bodies making you shake like a leaf. “Ah, K-Kook,” you wail, hips stuttering as your orgasm finally swallows you up. Your panties quickly grow wet and icky from your own arousal that pools between your thighs. Jungkook lets you writhe beneath him as you chase your high, mouth sucking a pretty blossom against your jaw.

You know better than to expect the night to end here, especially after seeing the glint that had been in his eyes as he watched you unravel.

He leans close, let’s his nose brush against yours as you catch your breath. “So perfect for me,” he groans, slotting his lips against yours. You can barely keep up with him, languidly going along with his hot tongue. “Perfect, perfect girl,” he murmurs, a stark change from the less than friendly adjectives he used just moments before. “Tell me you love me?” he says softly.

You nod, mind fuzzy as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Love you,” you exhale, letting your fingers knot in his hair. Your proclamation does something to him, makes him grind the front of his cotton shorts hard against you. For someone that was often rough and brutal with you in bed, he sure was sensitive to the mushiest of things.

“Don’t deserve you,” he huffs, hot breath fanning across your skin. He switches gears fairly quickly. “Tell me you hate me,” he begs hoarsely, rutting against your soiled panties. “Tell me I’m a piece of shit and you could do better without me,” he pleads, voice too airy to be another one of his usual sex-induced thoughts.

You shake your head, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he rolls his hips. “It’s not true,” you whisper, “I love you more than you’ll ever understand.”

Jungkook groans, suddenly winding back and tearing your ruined panties down your legs. You gasp in surprise, letting him haul you about in his blind, self-inflicted rage. “Stupid, stupid,” he huffs, though at this point you can’t tell who it’s directed at. With your underwear out of the way, he wastes no time plunging his fingers back into your cunt, bypassing the tight ring of muscle around it without any of his usual care. “You should hate me,” he snarls, lips pressed against your ear.

You moan, back arching at the sudden pleasure that blossoms between your thighs. “I-I don’t,” you gasp, toes curling.

Jungkook groans, the sound traveling down your spine and straight into your pussy. “Stupid girl,” he huffs, slipping an arm around you to pull you so close until you can’t breathe, chests lined up together. His skin is warm to the touch, scorching almost. “Fuck,” he groans, curling his fingers inside of you. You whimper and moan, incapable of staying still beneath him as he tortures you with a thumb to your clit. “Tell me you hate me,” he seethes again.

Despite the fog that’s settled over your mind, you still manage a resolute shake of your head. “N-no,” you cry, digging your nails into his back. They run dark red lines over his skin, making him hiss at the sting.

Whatever punishment he’s trying to put himself through is falling through with your refusal to admit such a thing. It aggravates him even more, your adamant stance on loving him so, and he’s retracting his fingers before you can cum again. “Please,” he chokes, face tucked into your neck. He’s sloppy with his movements; as he pulls his shorts down and kicks them away, he nearly suffocates you with his weight. “I don’t deserve you, ___, please.”

“I love you,” you whimper for lack of explanation. Jungkook leans back, that same madman gaze in his glossy eyes. He’s looking at you in disbelief almost, pouty lips puckered and swollen. Your hands slip from around him, falling on either side of your head.

Like a cobra he strikes, collecting your wrists in one hand he pins above your head. The sudden movement has him leaning in close, lips brushing over yours. His lashes are coated in a wetness he refuses to acknowledge, looking at you like you drive him insane. “If you ever try to leave me,” he whispers, jerky breath fanning over your skin, “I’ll lose my mind.”

He loves you so much it aches.

“I won’t,” you whimper, feeling your own eyes well up with an emotion that consumes every inch of your being. “I’ll never leave you, you stupid, stupid boy.”

A faint smile crosses his features at your words, lips quirking to the side. You relish in it for all of two seconds before he’s ramming his cock into you, your sensitive walls spawning around him. You sob loudly, eyes rolling back into your head. Your legs instinctively hook themselves around his waist, digging into the base of his spine as he rolls his hips into you.

You feel full and complete like he belongs there in this moment and every moment after this. It makes your heart constrict painfully. Jungkook’s soft groans follow your more unraveled noises, the vulgar slapping of skin on skin the underlying melody to it all. “Ffffuck,” he spits, greedily swallowing your moans up. You whine, arms bucking in an effort to hold him close. But he’s determined in his act of restraining you, long fingers tightening around your wrists until they hurt. “I warned you, didn’t I?” he huffs, snapping his hips into you.

Your walls clench around his hard cock, the drag as he exits sending shivers throughout your body. Jungkook’s body towers over you, glistening in sweat as he nails you into your mattress. “Remember what I said?” he asks, voice but a shuddery exhale. You shake your head numbly, overwhelmed by the rough drag across your walls. “All those months ago, when you first came over,” he adds. The hand on your hip abandons its post to cup you beneath the jaw, palm pressing sinfully against your throat enough to block the tiniest of airflow. “I’ll fuck you and keep you forever,” he murmurs, voice deeper than the pits of hell. He licks a fat stripe over your cheek like you’re nothing but a sweet for him to devour. “Do you remember that, pretty girl?”

You nod jerkily, hips arching up into him when he thrusts into you again. It’s a memory that replays in your mind every so often, your first night with the man you had planned to humiliate over a mere misunderstanding, now your boyfriend of one year. “Want that,” you gasp, tears blurring your vision when he begins picking up the pace. “Wanna be y-your pretty girl forever.”

Jungkook groans, kissing the corner of your mouth. His thighs are some magnificent beings, keeping his pace consistent even as he loses himself in his overwhelming need to kiss you. “Always,” he manages, soft lips pressed against yours. “I won’t ever let you leave.”

A shriek tears itself from your lips as he picks up that harsh piston, releasing your jaw to hold both wrists above your head. It makes his curls dangle in front of his eyes, covering that beautiful dark gaze. It makes his thin little necklace swing back and forth too, though it’s too small to actually touch your face. The rhythmic swing has you hypnotized, just like everything else about Jungkook.

With the length of his hair, you’re left staring at his lips, pulled taut between his pearly white teeth. The word from before sits heavy in your chest, begs to drip from the tip of your tongue. But he’s moving too fast and too hard, scrambling your thoughts until all you can think about is the cock plunging into your heat. His name falls from your mouth like mindless blubber instead, arms thrashing as your second orgasm swallows you up. It sends you crashing, body spasming as the sheer euphoria waves over you slowly and then all at once.

“Perfect,” he grunts, leaning down to slot his mouth against yours, “my perfect girl.” Your cum makes the sound of his hips erotic, the loud squelching following your panting. Still sensitive from your high, your body unconsciously tightens around him, keeps his cock from fully leaving. It brings a soft whine out of Jungkook, one he tries to muffle against the side of your face.

“Inside,” you whimper, even though your body feels like jelly beneath him. “Cum inside, Kook, please,” you beg.

It only takes a few more thrusts into your leaking hole for him to finally reach paradise, hips stuttering when that first shot of pleasure hits him. “Fuck, fuck,” he growls, wildly snapping his hips into your achy cunt. You moan, feeling just about brainless at the overstimulation. His cum leaves you full, almost makes your belly bulge from it. When he’s done he doesn’t bother pulling away, simply slumping into your limp form. His cock, though quickly softening, serves as a plug for the cum threatening to spill out of you.

There’s a muted noise coming from the other room, the faint sound of the mail slipping through your letterbox, the quiet chattering of the street outside. And of course, the loud blaring of your laptop playing the Phineas and Ferb theme song. Jungkook registers it at about the same time as you, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

He pushes off of you soon after, leaning on his palms over you. He’s got that molten look on his eyes, the heat of a thousand suns burning behind those irises as he looks at you. Like he can’t get enough, even though he’s just about taken everything there is to take. “Love you,” he murmurs quietly.

A drop of sweat rolls over his forehead, clinging to the end of his eyebrow. You reach up and brush it away, let your hand trail down his face to cup his cheek. Immediately he leans into the touch, eyes falling half shut. “Love you more,” you respond.

“Impossible,” he scoffs.

Soon after you’re both stumbling out of bed, clothes haphazardly shrugged back on as you drift through the living room. There’s a thin, hot pink package sitting at the door, just having slipped through the letterbox; the stark Sexuality Unleashed logo is printed on the visible side, so you have to wonder what Doyeon could have possibly ordered this time that could be so thin. The laptop is awkwardly sandwiched next to a throw pillow, barely open a crack. Jungkook retrieves it, sets it on his lap as you scamper over to the couch.

“More Phineas and Ferb?” he asks quietly. He hates it, you know he does. And still, he wants to watch it with you.

You nod. “Please.”

He isn’t so concerned with the plot as you, clicking some random episode to start. You snuggle into his side, quietly singing along to the opening. After a moment, Jungkook speaks again. “Phineas and Flirt?” he offers cheekily.

You roll your eyes. “That might’ve been your worst one yet,” you sigh, trying to drown out his indignant huff by focusing on the screen.

“I don’t exactly see you coming up with these,” he points out, obviously feeling wronged.

Without missing a beat you say, “Disney+ and bust.”

epilogue

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Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Chapter 9

Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Master List

Word Count: 7.3K

WARNING: One of the characters in this chapter kisses another, twice, without their consent. (No spoilers in this household..). If that is too much for you, please consider waiting for Chapter 10!

Summary: Y/N is a successful musician, trying to navigate the world of stardom along with her complicated feelings for her best friend, Harry.

Alternatively: The one where you go to a party at Christian's house, and Harry meets a girl.

A/N: I will try my best to get Chapter 10 up tonight, if I can. Thank you to everyone who has sent messages letting me know what they think. I love them all so much!

Chapter 9

Your guitar felt strange in your hands, it having been a while since you’d picked it up to play. You strummed, absentmindedly, waiting for some sort of genius to strike. You needed to finish just a few more songs, and then the album would be done. Or at least your part of it. The rest would be mixing, mastering, whatever else Bethany had tried explaining to you, all those things you didn’t really understand…

Then, of course, would be the press tour. The Jimmy Fallon’s, the Late Late Show’s, the interviews. Your stomach twisted thinking about it, knowing the anticipation for the new album was at an all time high and all eyes were on you, waiting. The occasional anonymity you had enjoyed before, just after the first album, had all but vanished now. You couldn’t go much of anywhere without being stopped these days. It was exciting, sure, but the pressure you felt to put out something great was just weighing on you heavier and heavier as the days went on. You huffed in frustration, resting your guitar on the bed next to you and throwing yourself back onto the mattress. Logan’s voice replayed in your head, insisting you were about to write “the greatest sophomore album of all time!”. Yeah, right.

You stared at the ceiling, hopeless. You were back in St. Louis, in your childhood bedroom. The yellow walls that you had hoped would bring you some kind of comfort just seemed to be closing in on you. Still, it had been nice being home for a few days. After the housewarming party, Harry was back to his busy schedule. After he’d left your room that morning, after everything, found his shoes next to the door and grabbed his keys. He kissed you on top of the head. He said he’d talk to you later, and then he was gone.

You hadn’t seen him in a few weeks now, which wasn’t unusual. You were used to the distance, to your crazy schedules conflicting for weeks at a time. The only thing making this time any different was he never did call. You never did talk later, like he’d promised. There were no tired voicemails after a show, no text messages asking how you were getting on. No more pictures of bread. So, you did the only reasonable thing and ran back home to mom and dad. You wondered, maybe, if getting away from LA would make you forget it all, like adding miles between the two of you would help clear your head. It turned out you were wrong.

The universe was playing one big joke on you, you had decided the night before, curled up in a ball in your tiny twin sized bed. You tried doing the right thing, not letting things go too far with Harry in an attempt to save your friendship. You had the choice that night, between kissing him and keeping things the way they were, and you ended up with neither. It was hilarious in a nasty, devastating way. You picked up your phone, scrolling through your old messages with Harry from weeks ago. You started to type, telling him you missed him and couldn’t wait to see him again, only to quickly backspace. This was all monumentally fucked. The least this whole thing could have done was inspire you, giving you the material that you needed to finish your record. And it hadn’t even done that. The words just wouldn’t come to you.

You glanced at the clock. 11:37 pm. You supposed you could just call it a day and see if anything felt different in the morning. You knew it wouldn’t, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed when your ringtone started blaring next to your ear. You snatched the phone up. You told Bethany to leave you alone, that you needed time to write and not to bother you. You told her nicely, of course, and still she didn’t listen. You grumbled angrily.

But it wasn’t Bethany, it was Logan. And it was 2:55 am. Worried, you answered quickly with sleepy fingers.

“Hello?”

“Y/N. Oh my god. Have you- fuck- Have you seen it?” She asked. She was frantic, and your heart started to pound. What was going on? Did something happen to her, to the house? To Harry? You asked her what she was talking about, concern evident in your voice even through the sleep.

“You really haven’t seen it.”

“Seen what? I was asleep..” You asked. You were ready to pack your things and leave, to head back home to find out what could possibly have gone so wrong. Logan took a deep breath. She started and stopped her sentences, unable to just spit it out.

“Please just tell me, Logan. Is everything alright?”

“No, Y/N, it’s really not.” She said sadly. Your hand shook, pressing the phone to your ear. “It’s Harry.”

“What is it?” You demanded. You sat up in bed, any hint of sleep gone from your body, which was now buzzing with energy. What happened to Harry? Was he okay?

“You don’t want to know.” She answered.

“So you called me in middle of the night to tell me that?” You snapped at her. You felt bad, but you couldn’t stand the waiting anymore.

“I’ll, uh, I'll text you the pictures.” She said. You mumbled an okay. “He’s fine, though. He was just out with some girl, and…”

Out of all the things that had played through your mind, the terrible tragedies and awful things that could have happened, this was somehow worse. That’s why she didn’t want to tell you. She was right, as always. You didn’t want to know.

“Oh.” Was all you were able to say. The blood in your veins turned to ice. It was only a matter of time, you thought. You should’ve seen this coming.

“I’m sorry…” She said, almost inaudibly. You composed yourself, telling her it was okay and that you would call again tomorrow. Once you were off the phone, though, your throat closed in on itself and you couldn’t stop the sob that wracked your body. This hurt, worse than you could have ever imagined. It hurt all over, all of the moments between you and Harry somehow becoming tainted in your memory. You blinked through your tears, barely able to open the message as it came through from Logan. Suddenly there it was, Harry and some girl, walking into the restaurant you two had been to the very first time you’d ever gone out. The same one? Really? The air was knocked out of you, making you choke and cough as you tried to steady your breathing. Maybe it was nothing, you thought. Nothing happened between you two when you went there. They could just be friends.

You scrolled to the next picture, though, and you were wrong. Through the window, Harry bent across the table, taking this girl's face in his hands. He kissed her. Right here for the world to see.

“No…” You said out loud. “No no no no no no…”

You wiped your eyes, trying to see it clearer. You zoomed in, pinching your fingers around their faces. It was real.

The next pictures were them just talking and laughing, Harry eating the same thing he had the afternoon you’d gone with him. “It’s seriously the best sandwich in the world”, he’d insisted to you then. “You ‘ave to try a bite.”

In the last photo, something caught your eye. Harry was wearing a zip up hoodie, which parted slightly in the front as he stretched his arms behind his head, a huge smile on his beautiful, horrible, no good, very bad face. The glint of neon orange was what you couldn’t tear your eyes from. You zoomed in on his shirt, the font on the front becoming clearer. A tiny firework poked out on the left side. It was your shirt. The one you had let him have that morning. The one from fucking homecoming. He had ignored your texts, left your voicemails unanswered, for weeks now. And now he was out at lunch, next to beautiful long legs and perfect blond hair. Wearing your shirt.

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Before you had left to go back to your home town, you had finally found the courage to tell Logan what had happened that night with Harry. Days had past with no word from Harry, and panic was starting to set in. She had spiraled into hysterics, threatening to call Layla if you didn’t confront Harry right then and there.

“You are the stupidest, STUPIDEST girl alive.” She screamed. If your neighbors' houses had been any closer to yours, you were sure they would have heard her. “I have sat here and I have listened to you bitch and moan for MONTHS now. And finally he admits what we ALL already knew, and you tell him no?”

You hadn’t known what to say to her. You tried your best to make it make sense, to explain all of the things that had gone through your head that night, but you couldn’t. Looking back, even you could barely make sense of what had gone on yourself. She wasn’t making any of it better, either. She never paused to tell you it would be okay, or not to worry. She laid into you like she never had before, her golden hair sweeping wildly around her as she gestured frantically with her arms.

“Do you have any idea what it's like? To have your best friend up and become famous like this? I have supported you through everything, and I am so happy for you. But you have no idea what this feels like sometimes.”

You felt like you had been slapped in the face, unsure how this even related to the conversation you had been having. You were able to force a whispered “I’m sorry” before she continued.

“And then I have to sit here and watch Harry FUCKING Styles fall for you. And I was a good friend, I was never, EVER jealous. I supported you, I did everything I possibly could for you, to convince you to just fucking go for it. And all you could do was sit there and complain about how hard it was for you. How hard it was to have Harry Styles practically begging on his knees for you. Can you even imagine what that’s like?”

Suddenly, the last few months were put into an entirely different perspective. You had never even stopped to consider how Logan felt, how difficult it must have been to listen to you day and night whining about how badly you wanted Harry to love you. But to you, he was just another boy. He wasn’t the same person you had both had plastered on your walls for years. He was just Harry.

But to her, he was Harry Fucking Styles. Yes, they had become close friends, but things were obviously different for her on the outside. Your eyes pricked with tears, and you didn’t try to stop them. Logan took one look at you and immediately did the same. She always cried when someone else started crying, without fail. It was one of the things you had always loved most about her, never being afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve.

“Logan I’m so sorry..” You said. And you were sorry. You wanted to take it all back, to go back in time before the first single ever came out, before the fame and the tour. You just wanted to go back to the way it was, to the days when you and her would stay up late singing in her bedroom, or getting too high and walking to the closest Taco Bell.

“I never, ever meant any of this, Logan. I don’t even want this anymore, I don’t. I’m so sorry.” You were barely able to get the words out, sobs blocking your throat. She shook her head.

Logan had stopped seething, seeming to have gotten out everything that she needed to. She came closer to you and you expected a slap across your cheek or another round of verbal punches. Instead, she wrapped you in her arms, sobbing into your shoulder.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. You don’t need to be sorry.” She said. You leaned into her, accepting the hug from your best friend. At the end of the day, she was your everything. Your best friend, your rock, your right-hand man. “I’m sorry that I yelled at you like that. And I swear I’m not jealous of you and Harry. I mean, it was hard at first, but I know the way he feels about you. And to be honest, he kind of started driving me crazy so you can have him.”

She giggled, releasing you from her arms. You knew she was being honest, the way she and Harry were constantly getting into light-hearted tiffs. They could argue over anything, from politics to the best topping to pick for the pizza you were ordering. You knew that she didn’t have any feelings for him other than platonically. Still, you were sure it had stung, remembering the first night you two had met and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“I guess this whole thing has just been harder than I expected it to be. I can’t even imagine how hard it’s been for you.” She added. She was being nice, too nice, considering the shit that she had put up with over the last few months. She was by your side through all of it, never wavering in her support.

“I’m sorry I put you through all of this, Logan. I wish I could take it all back, to just go back to how it was before.”

“No. Stop with all of that. You are amazing, and I wouldn’t change any of it for the world. This has been the best few months of my life. I am so lucky that I get to do it with you. I swear.”

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. For once, you weren’t wearing any post photoshoot makeup or leftover concert eyeliner. It felt good to cry, to feel everything all at once without worrying about how you looked.

“However, with all of that being said, you’re still a dumbass.” Logan chirped, her normal sing-song back in her voice. You laughed, knowing she was right, but unable to deny how hilarious it sounded when she said it so plainly. You needed more people like her, people who would tell you how things really were right to your face.

“He’ll come around,” She promised you. It sounded true coming from her, her voice quietly confident. “Don’t worry.”

But he never did come around. The morning after you’d seen the pictures, You packed your bags, shaking that memory out of your head. Your eyes were puffy and swollen, barely able to open fully as you haphazardly threw your things in your suitcases. Coming home was a mistake, your mom having popped her head in throughout the morning to check in on you when you never came out to get a bite to eat or say good morning. You just wanted to be alone, though. Your mom had come in in the middle of the night, hearing you crying and she held you in her arms like you were a child again. You shook violently in her arms, wiping the snot from your nose with your sleeve. You weren’t able to get the words out, unable to explain what it was that had broken you so badly. She didn’t seem to mind, doing what mothers always did and stroking the hair on top of your head until you were able to finally escape for a while, drifting off to sleep. She was obviously worried, having no idea what could be the matter and wouldn’t leave you alone to wallow in your own pity. You shoved one last sweater into your bag, your chest rising and falling quickly, making the room spin around you. You glanced over at your desk, the one you used to do homework at, and caught a glimpse of the Harry Styles poster hanging there, next to a picture of you and Max at prom. The cruel fucking irony. You couldn’t escape him, even here. You barreled toward it, ripping it off the wall in one swift gesture. You held it in your hands, shaking, before ripping it in two. And then again, and again, until the desk in front of you was littered with tiny scraps of eyebrow or nose, his face mangled and hideous. It looked exactly the way that you felt. Your fell to the ground, crying one more time before heading to the airport where you knew you would have to keep it together.

“You have feelings just like anybody else,” Bethany had told you once when you were nervous before a show. “But the world doesn’t need to know that.”

You lifted yourself back up, hardening your face. You felt broken and empty and ugly. You put on a pair of sunglasses, hoping they would hide the redness around your eyes, and walked down the stairs. You practiced your game face on your parents, telling them you loved them and couldn’t wait to come back soon. They were none the wiser, your mom looking at you quizzically before deciding you must have gotten over whatever you were so upset about. They had no idea, wrapping you in warm hugs and telling you how proud they were. You were satisfied, feeling ready to head to the airport and put on the performance of a lifetime. It worked like a charm, every single time.

///

The airport was crowded, even in the middle of the day on a Tuesday. Shouldn’t these people be at work, you thought. Shouldn’t they be living their normal, easy lives? You huffed silently. Your mood was foul, for which you apologized profusely to your Uber driver. The last thing that you needed was some headline, some story about what a diva you had become.

You were almost to your gate when you heard the familiar clicks of camera shutters. You thought maybe for once you would make it out unscathed, but you should've known better. Show time, you thought.

You smiled as they approached you, surrounding you from every direction.

“Y/N, when is the new album coming out?” Someone yelled.

“Soon,” You told them, “We’re just finishing up the last few tracks.”

“What are you doing in St. Louis, Y/N? Recording a music video?”

You shook your head, “No, just visiting.”

You tried to continue walking, nervous you wouldn’t make it on time and would be stranded here with no way out. The paparazzi allowed it, walking alongside you. You were grateful for the sunglasses you had on, and the hoodie pulled over your head.

“Y/N, what do you think about Harry Styles and his new girl?” Someone yelled. Just keep walking, you thought, you don’t have to answer.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” You said, knowing it would be stranger if you hadn’t responded at all. Your chest tightened. Just a few more steps. You could make it.

“Do you know who she is, has Harry told you about her?” Another one asked. A camera was shoved almost directly in front of your face, a bright flash blinding you momentarily.

“I really don’t think it’s my place to speak for him.” You said. Your training was kicking in, all of the right words coming out like some kind of second nature. You smiled, trying to remain sweet and likeable.

“Harry’s your best friend, you must know!”

“Are they an item?”

“Was there anything going on between you two? Can we expect to hear about it on the album?”

“What’s her name?”

Your chest felt tight and you struggled to breathe. You were panicking, and you needed to get out, now.

“I’m happy for him.” You offered, barely, through a tight jaw. Fuck. You added a half hearted smile, knowing that somebody on twitter would have something to say about the scowl that had crossed your face momentarily before you could stop it.

You pushed past them, breaking into a run in a hurry to board the plane. You wiped tears with the sleeve of your jacket, taking the few seconds alone before boarding to compose yourself. This was going to hurt. A lot.

///

You got back home and were immediately bombarded with all of the things you needed to do. Your list grew by the minute. Record the new songs, shoot for the album cover, go to an interview with some magazine. On your own, private list, however, the first item that needed to be addressed was a long, hot shower.

Logan was home, having held down the fort for you while you were away. The house was spotless, her domestic charm sprinkled all over your home in the form of decorative candles and throw pillows. She’d somehow turned your empty house into a home, which brought you comfort in the midst of all the chaos around you. You ignored the texts coming in, (you should have never told Bethany you were back in LA), and layed lazily on the couch with Logan as you both ate from a bag of peanut m&ms.

“Christian’s album release is coming up.” She mumbled, her mouth full. She didn’t look up from her phone, staring vacantly through her instagram feed. She double tapped on a picture of Kendall Jenner in a bikini.

“Oh yeah?” You answered. You were uninterested, not wanting to see Christian or his friends ever again.

“He’s having a party.” Logan added. She was looking at a tweet from Neil DeGrasse Tyson now, something about stars. You watched her scroll, a picture of Harry popping up. She swiped past quickly, not giving you a second to get a good look.

“Let me see that,” You said, reaching to take the phone from her hand. She scoffed, mumbling a “come on…”. She shoved another fistful of m&ms in her mouth. You scrolled back to find the picture. Harry was at some beach, laid out on a towel. Next to him was the girl, her slender body turned to face him. She was reaching out to touch his cheek. Harry looked really happy.

“She looks like a bitch.” Logan said with finality, taking her phone back. You hummed in response, trying to seem unbothered. You were done crying in front of Logan, leaving her to pick up all of the pieces whenever you fell apart. She continued scrolling, pausing to read a tweet from Dua Lipa.

“I don’t want to go to Chrisitan’s party.” You told her, picking up where your conversation had left off. You heart was pounding in your chest, and you tried to scrub the image of Harry out of your mind.

“Bethany says you have to.”

“She what?”

This had to be a joke. Since when did Bethany want you doing anything at all that wasn’t writing or recording or looking pretty?

“You're on the list. Something about it being good publicity for the new album, I don’t know.”

Logan didn’t seem to understand the gravity of what she was saying. You’d never even gotten the chance to talk to her about what had happened between you and Chrisitan, your mind having been too preoccupied with other matters. Other curly haired, green eyed matters.

“Well I’m not going.” You told her. She shrugged, still not taking her eyes from her phone screen.

“Take that up with her, then.” She said. You glanced at her phone screen just in time to see her reading some headline about Harry Styles’ “romantic vacay to Miami”. Attached was another picture, this time of the two of them standing in the sand, bodies wrapped around one another. He kissed her, his hands gripping the uncovered ass spilling out from under the girl’s blue bikini bottoms. He was wearing a baseball hat. Since when did he do that?

It felt personal, the way there were so many pictures taken of them in such a short amount of time. He was never spotted like this, with anyone. He had managed to avoid it, for the most part, so it felt purposeful. You knew that wasn’t the case, but you just couldn't shake the feeling.

“I’m not going.” You said again. Logan kept scrolling.

///

You were going. Bethany wouldn’t budge on the idea. “You’re out of your mind, Y/N.” She said, frowning for the first time since you’d met her. “First, there’s all this speculation about Harry, which we already don’t like. And now you want to stir the pot? You can’t just disappear off the face of the Earth right before you release new music.”

You crossed your arms, annoyed.

“Great job at the airport, but the way.” She said with a nudged on your arm. She dropped her sour tone to compliment you on your grand performance, just for a moment.

“I’m sorry, but you’re going. End of story.”

So now your hair was done, makeup applied perfectly. For once you actually felt good, great even. All of the time spent laying in bed the last few days must have paid off, the bags under your eyes having faded slightly. Your skin was clear, your hair washed for the first time in a week. You entered Christian’s house, begrudgingly, eager to make your appearance so you could hide away back inside your fortress of solitude. You gave an over the top smile to the paparazzi that had snapped your picture on the street outside. There’s your good press, you thought nastily. Post that somewhere.

You hated coming to Christian’s house, which was always filled with too many people and not enough places to sit. Or be alone. You walked in through the threshold, smelling weed and too many different perfumes. You spotted him across the room, his hands moving slowly as he told a story to two people you didn’t recognize. His movements were slow, confident, unlike your sporadic waving and gesturing you couldn’t stop yourself from doing every time you were put in the spot. He was a real pro, you could give him that. He turned, noticing you, and excused himself from the conversation politely. He ran up, opening his arms as he came nearer. He took you and Logan both into his arms. You could smell the liquor on his breath already.

“There you are!” He said. He seemed way too chipper, way too happy and upbeat. He was normally more serious, more grounded and centered than all the other starlets you ran into these days. Tonight he must have been having a pretty good time, swaying back and forth as he held you, almost making you lose your balance. You weren’t expecting this, you thought. He finally released you, leaving you gasping for air. His smile lit up his entire face.

“I almost thought you weren’t coming.” He said. He leaned with an elbow against the wall next to him. His eyes were red, and upon closer inspection you could tell he was completely and totally fucked. 

“I thought you might be coming with Harry, but when he showed up without you I just assumed you weren’t coming...” Here we go with this again, you thought. Christian was barely holding himself up. Then it dawned on you what he had just said. Your stomach dropped to your feet.

“Oh, Harry’s here?” Logan said, asking the question you couldn’t. Christian squinted his eyes at you both, pondering something.

“Uh, yeah…” he said, confused. He couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that you and Harry weren’t ‘glued to each other’ like usual, you supposed. “He’s, uh….. over there!”

He was craning his neck, trying to pick Harry’s out of the countless faces in the crowd. He found him, finally, pointing in an exaggerated and drunken fashion.

“You’re sooooooo welcome.” He slurred, proud of himself. It was a nice change of pace, this warm and inviting side of Christian after months of being shut out. Even still, you were worried by the state of him. He was drunk, clearly, but almost seemed as if he was on something else altogether. Probably nothing crazy. Probably.

“Actually, I kind of just wanted to catch up.” You told him. He snickered. Why not have the talk, you decided, why not try fix whatever had broken between you? You had no reason to say mad now. That, and you really didn’t want to talk to Harry. Not yet. You were honestly surprised he was back from Miami already. He just seemed to be having a lot of fun. 

You looked over Christian’s shoulder, catching a glimpse of the brown curls, bouncing slightly as he talked to the person next to him. You didn’t see her, but she could be here anywhere. Harry didn’t notice you staring, invested in whatever story he was telling...

“Yeah, well, come in!” Christian invited, nodding his head towards the expanse of his house you had yet to venture into.

Eventually, you had found a cozy spot in the corner of his “sitting room”, as he called it. You talked about how recording had been going, and he told you how he couldn’t wait to hear what you were putting out.

“I heard the single you out out last week,” You told him. It was good. Really good. You wondered if Harry liked it, too, or if he thought it was ‘shit’ like the rest. Why was Harry here, anyway? If he hated Christian so much, why would he bother coming? Well, you reasoned, he’d clearly gotten over you so he had no reason to hate Christian anymore. They could be back to best buddies like they were before you came into the picture.

“It was your best yet, seriously.” You assured Christian, finishing your thought about the new single.

“Thank you so much.” He said. He seemed genuinely happy to hear you say it. “So am I getting a private listen to your new album before it comes out like I did the first one?”

It seemed so long ago, when you had sat in this very house, playing the album for Christian for the very first time. He was the first person you’d ever shown it to, after Logan. That seemed like a dream, like something you knew happened, maybe, but couldn’t quite remember. You did remember the way Christian smiled like a proud older brother, hugging you tightly once the last song had ended. “Your whole life is about to change, Y/N.”

“Only if I get to hear yours first.” You joked. Christian didn’t reciprocate, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. What was that? He shook his head.

“Not this one.” He said. Okay then…

You hated to admit it, but by the time the night had ended you were glad that you came. You never got to talk to Christian about everything, really, to find out what his problem had been before. You figured he was too messed up to have that conversation. You never caught a second glance at Harry, either. You weren’t sure how to feel, relieved or disappointed. You couldn’t help that you ended up more sad than anything, like always. Everyone had left, and you and Logan were the last to filter out. Logan ran back inside to grab her jacket at the last second, leaving you and Christian alone on the front porch. You hadn’t had anything to drink, promising Logan you’d be the DD, and you were silently thankful. You had a long day tomorrow, and you didn’t want to spend it hungover.

“I had so much fun,” you told Christian. He beamed at you, nodding his head in agreement.

“Me too.” He said.

“So uh, you and Harry then?”

The air around you was quiet, the sky above devoid of stars like it always was in LA. You missed the stars. You shook your head. It’s okay, you soothed yourself. You’re fine.

“Yeah, no.” You said. Christian nodded thoughtfully.

“I told you there wasn’t anything going on, didn’t I?” You reminded him. So the topic on the tip of your tongue all night was coming up, after all.

“I’m so sorry for how I treated you. I am.”

It felt good to hear him say it. Even if he slurred his words as they tumbled out, you felt like he really did mean it.

“I was just… I was so jealous of him. I thought he… I don’t know. I thought he had you.”

“Had me?” You scoffed. You tried not to become annoyed at his insinuation that you belonged to anyone, a man at that. But he had had you. You did belong to him.

“You should stay, Y/N. We can talk about it inside.”

Christian leaned towards you, putting a hand on the wall beside your head. No…

“I can’t, uh, I have to take Logan back home…” You were stuttering now, tripping over your words.

“Come on, baby…” Christian said. Your stomach turned over, disgusted by the way Christian was looking at you. He leaned in closer, until suddenly you had no where else to turn.

His lips met yours, hot and wet. You turned your head away, gasping. You felt like you were in a nightmare.

Christian grabbed your face, turning your chin back to him and kissing you again. You regained control over you body, pushing him, hard. He stumbled away, barely able to keep from falling to the ground. Please come outside, Logan, you pleaded to yourself. Please.

Christian stood, looking at you with something burning in his eyes. He looked mad, and you felt scared. Really scared. He stormed towards you.

“What the FUCK?” He yelled. He was right in your face. You tried to walk away, to run to your car and get inside to wait for Logan. He was too quick, though, grabbing you by the arm. “What was that about?”

“You kissed me, Christian.” You said, as if it were obvious. It was obvious. Your voice came out like it wasn’t your own, sounding like it was coming from somewhere very far away.

“Uh, yeah!” He said as if it weren’t odd at all. He shook his head at you.

“You said Harry and you were done, right? I mean, he was busy fucking that model chick in my guest room all night.” Christian ended his sentence with a laugh.

You wanted to throw up. He was doing this on purpose.

“That doesn’t mean you get to… to force yourself on me, Christian!” You yellled at him. You hadn’t spoken to anyone like this in longer than you could remember. You were always calm, always polite, always careful not to tarnished your squeaky clean image. But this, this was too much. You couldn’t help yourself. It felt good, talking to someone the way you really wanted to for once.

“Why do you think I invited you here, Y/N? Why do you think I spent so much time on you, being your shoulder to cry on every single fucking time you had another meltdown?”

His words stung as they struck you, hitting you in every weak spot you had. He shoved his finger in your face.

“You think I wanted to do all of that? Out of the kindness of my own fucking heart? I MADE you.”

He laughed, finding something hilarious in the way you were staring at him in horror.

“I bet you think Harry was doing the same thing too, huh? Like he wasn’t just trying to get a quick fuck.” You shook your head at him, taking a step back. 

“Stop it, Christian.” You whimpered. It wasn’t true, what he said about Harry. You knew it wasn’t.

“I knew Harry a long time before you did, Y/N. Did you forget that? I know what he’s like.”

“No you don’t.”

He’d crossed the line. Harry loved you. He wasn’t like that, he wasn’t anything like Christian.

“Logan let’s go!” You yelled toward the house, praying she’d hear you.

“He finally found someone to suck him off though, huh? That’s why he didn’t come see you alllll night. I wanted to see if you would come here together, you know, when I invited you. As a kind of test, you could say. And it turns out I was right. He really is done with you.”

He was tearing you down at every chance, breaking any and all pieces of yourself you had managed to mend back together the last few weeks.

Logan walked out the front door, totally oblivious. She saw you, immediately seeing the terror on your face. Your eyes were brimming with tears. She ran towards you.

“What did you do?” She screamed at Christian. She was so quick to come to your defense, and you wanted to fall to her feet and thank her, over and over and over, for being the best friend you ever could have ever asked for.

Christian pushed past her when she tried stopping him from walking away. “Good luck on the new album.” He sneered at you. He went inside, slamming the door behind him.

“Fuck you!” Logan screamed, banging her tiny fists on the door. “Fuck you Christian!”

///

You went back to work the next day, totally numb. You went through the motions, letting everyone poke and prod and adjust things here or there. You hadn’t cried when you got home last night. You just came home and went to bed. There was nothing left in you to give. No more tears left. You wouldn’t cry for him, not again. You listened obediently to the commands being thrown at you by the photographer, doing as you were told. Move this way. Turn this way. No problem. Before you knew it, the album cover shoot was done. Check.

You got back in your car in the private lot behind the studio. Logan had texted you 50 times. She was worried about you, and she wanted to know what she’d walked into the night before. You’d ignored her on purpose. You opened Twitter, wanting to distract yourself with something stupid. Someone else’s drama.

The first thing you saw, however, wasn’t that. There were pictures, everywhere, of you and Christian. Pictures taken from what looked like a mile away. They were grainy and small, but there were a lot of them. Like, a lot. Pictures of him pinning you to the wall. Pictures of you shoving his chest. Pictures of his finger in your face. Even a few pictures of Logan, banging and kicking on his door. You looked pathetic, standing there taking it, even from so far away. The headlines followed:

Lovers Quarrel Caught on Camera?

Christian Turner and Y/N Spotted Arguing Outside Turner’s LA Home

Potential Breakup? Y/N and Christian Call it Quits

The Couple We Never Saw Coming Has Officially Ended Things

You locked your phone, setting it on the passenger seat. You were scared by how calm you felt. Let this be the end of it, you thought. You were done in LA, done with the music and the parties and the fame. You were at peace with the end of it all.

///

An emergency meeting was called. You came into the conference room, already filled with various people in suits and ties. The feeling in the room was serious. You listened as they discussed your life, deciding for you what would happen next.

“You know, maybe we should look on the bright side.” Someone important said. “Whether we like it or not, this is going to sell albums.”

The bright side? You wanted to scream, to tell them to cancel the whole thing. You stayed quiet, though.

“We need to address it, somehow.” Another suit said. Bethany sat next to you, a hand on your leg under the table. She looked sad, lines forming in the corners of her mouth in disdain. She was the only one who cared, who even gave your feelings on the matter a single thought.

“I say any publicity is good publicity. What we really need to do is get a breakup song on the record, and release it as a single. Sooner rather than later.”

There were heads nodded, mummering throughout the room as everyone agreed.

The eyes in the room fell on you, waiting.

“Can you do that?” The first man asked you. You weren’t sure why but you nodded your head. Just tell them what they want to hear and you can go home.

“Great!” He said, clapping his hands. He smiled, overjoyed that their little problem had been solved so quickly. Your phone started buzzing in your pocket, and you reached down to see who it was. Anything to get you out of this room.

“We’re on a time crunch, so we need to get this done. Preferably by the end of the week.”

Harry’s name popped up on your screen, along with a picture of him you’d taken as he’d been waking up from a nap. His hair was spread around his head like a lion's mane. He hated you when you set that as his contact photo. It was the best picture there’d ever been of him, though. Eyes puffy with sleep. Hair a mess. His living room couch in the background.

You stood, shocking everyone in the room.

“I have to take this.” You mumbled under your breath, moving as quickly as you could through all of the chairs towards the door.

“Y/N!” Someone yelled. You didn't stop. “Bethany, we don’t have the time for all of this, you understand that don’t you?”

The door closed behind you before you could hear what Bethany had to say in your defense. You swiped to answer the phone as quickly as you could, worried you might miss it and the call would go to voicemail and Harry would slip away from you again. 

“…Hello?” You answered tentatively. There was silence, a moment too long.

“Hey.” He said. You wanted to fall to the floor, relief flooding over you. His voice was like music to your ears.

“Hey.” You repeated.

“Uh, is this a good time?” He asked. A month ago would’ve been a good time, you wanted to tell him.

“I’m, uh… I’m in a meeting, actually.” You told him. You glanced over your shoulder, waiting to see if anyone had followed you out into the hall. The building smelled strange, like a cheap hotel. The carpets were a mix of blue and gray stripes, making you feel woozy.

“Oh. I’ll call you back then.” He sounded nervous. Or maybe worried?

“Wait-“ you yelled before he could get off the line. “It’s actually... the meetings over now so… I can talk.”

“Oh, cool.”

He didn’t say anything else. It seems strange to ask him how he was, or make small talk on what he had been up to lately.

“Are you okay?” He asked finally. Your chest rose and fell quickly. You weren’t, not at all.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You lied.

“Y/N…” he said again. You wanted him to say it again, to have his name fall from his mouth over and over and over again. It sounded lovely, like a song. “It’s me. You can tell me. Are you okay?”

The tears that you thought weren’t coming were here. They escaped slowly.

“No.” You said. And with that it was over. You couldn’t keep it down any longer, trying as you might to regain that hollow, vacant feeling you’d held on to before. You were practically hyperventilating, sliding down the wall and to the floor.

“What happened?” Harry asked you. Everything, you thought. Everything happened. Everything was still happening, all around you. It just wouldn’t stop. “What did he do to you?” You couldn’t respond.

“I’m coming over.” He said. You shook your head.

“I’m not at home, Harry. I’m- I’m stuck here. I can’t leave right now, we’re having a meeting about-“ you stopped, gasping for air. “They want me to write a breakup song, Harry. They need it by next week and I, I just-“

You couldn’t finish. You wept, there in the hallway. No one seemed concerned enough to come check on you, and you wondered how many times this had happened. How many other people had been broken here, stripped totally of any and all control they had left over their lives.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” He promised. “Now go in there and tell them that the meeting is over and you’ll write them whatever songs they need.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Fuck ‘em.” Harry said. “It doesn’t matter right now. Now go in there and tell them you’re done for the day. You’re in charge here, okay? They only have a job because of people like you. Go tell them, now.”

You promised that you would, taking a deep breath. He told you that he’d see you soon, and the sound of his voice was the only thing giving you enough strength to wipe your eyes and march back into the room.

You swung the door open, trying to be brave. You stood there, shaking, as all of their annoyed and waiting eyes looked at you blankly.

“We’re done for the day.” You told them. You knew you looked ridiculous, small and pathetic. Your face was probably splotchy and red, you hands in little fists at your side. The man at the head of the table opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

“I will write you whatever songs you want me to. I have to leave now.”

You turned, leaving them shocked and confused behind you. Bethany ran out after you, stopping in her tracks as she watched you take off. You thanked her silently for letting you go. She was always on your side, even when she scolded you for frowning too much or insisted you fixed your posture. She wanted the best for you and your career, whatever that was. You walked as quickly as you could towards your car without drawing suspicion from anyone in the lobby. You made it to your car, not bothering to put your seatbelt on and tore out of the parking lot. 12 minutes away, your GPS said. Only 12 more minutes.

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A Mess | Zeke x F!Reader x Reiner

Summary: You and Zeke sleep together from time to time, even though he knows Reiner has a thing for you. Eventually he decides to do something about it. (MODERN AU)

Warnings: Sleazy Zeke, Sex, Cumshots, Threesome, FWB

MINORS DNI/18+ ONLY UNDER THE CUT

Zeke had this innate ability to just make things messy in a way that favored him perfectly. He’d done it with you - starting out as friends with benefits and progressing that into something a little more shameless that had your whole friend group seeming a little tense about you two potentially dating, knowing none of Zeke’s trysts lasted long. He was doing it again now, albeit this one had been a much slower build up. He’d been stoking this fire from before the two of you had even begun fucking, in fact.

He saw the way Reiner always looked at you, the schoolboy crush he’d harbored from way back when he was, well, an actual schoolboy. Except now he was very much a grown man and was very much still squandering every opportunity he’d had to get with you.

Zeke knew what Reiner was like, what reservations and morals the younger man had that he certainly did not share. When Zeke had finally made the move to kiss you in front of your friends - or rather next to them while you were all on the couch during a movie - Reiner hadn’t been pushed into action. No pulling you aside for a sudden confession of love, or plea to give him a chance. Instead, Reiner seemed to decide that instead of it being now, it was going to be never. The idea of two long-time friends of a close knit group dating was already a bit awkward for everyone, you all were never the type for love triangles and unnecessary drama, there was no way Reiner would add an attempt to date you to that awkwardness. A girl dating one of her old guy friends is one thing, romantic even if it all works out, but a girl dating two - meaning most - of her guy friends leaves a bad impression. That’s what Zeke figured Reiner had reasoned, at least.

Messy bitch that he is though, Zeke decided to test Reiner’s resolve at being the noble martyr, tortured by his unrequited love that was all his own doing. Maybe he would lighten up a bit more too. So Zeke did small things to set the wheels in motion, making plans with the two of you to play a board game or watch a show then finding some excuse to leave suddenly half way through. Pretending to be much more drunk than he is while setting you on Reiner’s lap at a party, exaggeratedly slurring out, “Keep an eye on her while I go piss. She’s a wily one.”

Through it all Reiner was respectful as ever: hands to himself except for sliding you off his lap to take his seat while he stood and waited for Zeke to return, never even entertaining making a move on you. It drove Zeke up a fucking wall, especially when Reiner would end the nights he’d been stranded at your house (while Zeke feigned some sudden need to pick up Eren and drop him off at his dorm) with a text to Zeke at a nauseatingly sensible 9:30.

Reiner: Hey just got home. hope Eren’s didn’t puke in your car again lol

Reiner was big, Reiner was beefy, and Reiner was a fucking coward. Zeke didn’t know why he cared so much. Maybe because he was always trying to show his friends he was better than them in some way or another and Reiner had just taken it on the chin. Maybe it was because he felt a little bad for fucking around with someone who had been a dear friend, he didn’t intend for this to go anywhere after all, and Reiner did really like you. Zeke would never admit it if it was indeed the second one, though, so he just decided to get messier.

It was easy enough with the three of you being the only ones in the group to have the shared interest of board games. So he invited you both over to his place to try out a new game he’d gotten. You and Reiner chalked up Zeke’s smug demeanor to him showing off another overly-complicated board game he’d surely win despite playing it for the first time. Really, it was the undeniable feeling that tonight would be fun keeping Zeke in such high spirits.

One game in - that Zeke won of course - and he’d already managed to coax Reiner into drinking. Just a beer to start the game, then one more to keep it going. He wasn’t getting wasted by any means, not a man his size, but Zeke knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t have a third beer and drive. So while Reiner set the board up to start again, Zeke gave him another beer, clearing the table of old drinks and setting the new one down casually enough that his friend wasn’t even thinking about how he’d get home after finishing off the new drink.

The game went by, Reiner went through another bottle, and as Zeke was satisfied with winning again he decided to bring this part of the evening to a close.

“I’ve had enough of winning for tonight. The two of you will have to have a 1v1 on your own sometime to catch up with me.” Zeke teased, packing away the little pieces.

Reiner is quick to respond, “Pretty cocky for a guy who still can’t win at Sorry.”

Zeke takes the bait, only because he wants Reiner feeling confident for later. “Only because that game is pure luck.”

“Sure it is.” Reiner stands and stretches, grabbing his bottle to put with Zeke’s recycling. “Anyway, I should head out now, it’s getting late.”

“Not after four beers you shouldn’t.” You warn, Zeke can’t hide the way the corners of his mouth turn up, you did always pay awfully close attention to Reiner, didn’t you?

“Shit, you’re right - mind if I stay in your guest bedroom?”

Zeke shrugs, no stranger to having one of his friends crashing at his house, “Go right ahead.”

“Thanks.”

-

Zeke is quick to get you alone, and you only half push him away as he begins kissing at the spot on your neck that has heat building in your stomach as soon as you’re both in his bedroom. He’d made sure to leave his door cracked, and made sure to pick you up and lie you down on the bed before you noticed. As you sigh at his touch he decides he’s waited long enough for the main event, pulling your pants and underwear off in one rough motion and burying his face between your legs.

“Zeke, stop it.” He knows your protests are hollow, your hands coming down to tangle in his hair rather than push him away. His tongue works its way gently but purposefully through your folds, just barely brushing over your clit before working his way back to tease at your entrance. Your moan is only half out before you’re clasping your hands over your mouth, looking down at him and laughing. “At least wait until Reiner’s asleep.”

He smirks up at you and makes a deal, knowing you don’t understand the full extent of it and know he won’t be losing anyway. “If he’s not asleep in ten minutes, that’s his problem.”

You think for a moment, biting your lip, but as he locks his lips around your clit you’re not really in a position to protest as you rock your hips up against his face.

Zeke goes easy on you, sort of, he refrains from sliding his fingers in your tight little hole while he laps at your swollen clit - and he at least listens when you ask him to slow down for a second, giving you the chance to catch your breath and keep yourself from getting to the point where you can’t control the noises you make, but you were still getting steadily louder. The ten minutes go by slowly for the both of you, as Zeke teases at your most sensitive spots, until you’re glistening beneath him. His wait is over as he kisses his way up your body, pulling your shirt up and off as he goes until his lips meet yours.

“It’s time.”

You’re too far gone to pick up that hint of something else in Zeke’s voice as he flips you over so you’re on your stomach facing the door and he’s quickly in place behind you, pulling you onto all fours. You’re too ready for his cock to pay attention to how loud his soft slap on your ass is before he pulls off his pants and rifles through his bedside drawer for a condom. You turn your head to watch him as he slides it on, arching your back so he can get an eyeful of your awaiting pussy. He’s not feeling gentle or merciful tonight, and that doesn’t seem to be what you want anyway as you groan at the feel of his cock stretching you wide as he enters and bottoms out inside of you in one smooth motion.

Zeke knows you’re holding back though, doing your very best to stifle the noises he’s forcing from you as his cock slides against your walls just right, and that’s not what he wants. He slaps your ass again, hard, and you keen before getting a hold of yourself to send him a look of warning over your shoulder.

“You think Reiner’s still awake to listen to how good you sound when I fuck you?” You tighten around him, pussy fluttering at the thought, and that gives Zeke the final push to do just what he’d intended. “Do you want to find out?”

There’s no time to think about the implications of his question, as Zeke wraps his arm around your waist, hoisting you up so your back is pressed to his chest as he sets a brutal pace.

“Reiner!” Zeke’s voice booms, and this time when you’re pussy clenches around him he knows it’s not just due to the pleasure coursing through you. “Reiner, come here!”

“Zeke-”

“Shh…” He brings the hand that was previously gripping your hip tightly up to cup your face, rubbing his thumb over your lips, “He knows what we’re doing. If he doesn’t want to see it he’ll stay in bed.”

You’re blushing, equal measures embarrassed and aroused, and the wait only makes your heart beat faster. A few moments of what was no doubt tortuous conflict passes and you hear the door to the room next to Zeke’s open slowly, followed by another long moment before Zeke’s door is pushed open fully.

“See, I knew you weren’t that much of a coward, Reiner.” Zeke’s voice is straining from how hard he’s fucking you, and how excited he is to have his plan come perfectly together as Reiner locks eyes with you.

He looks you over slowly as none of you speak, watching your tits bounce as you take Zeke, swallowing hard at the sight of your slick dripping down your thighs, ears ringing at the sound of skin on sin. He’s already hard and tenting his boxer briefs, hair already disheveled from tossing and turning in bed as he listened to you try and fail to stay silent. Zeke is happy to let him watch, but he decides he wants him to do something more than just stand there like a lost dog.

“Well?” Reiner is snapped from his daze and looks at Zeke as if he’d only thought about him being there. “Are you going to do something about it?”

Reiner looks at you, and your soft cry of his name thrusts him into motion as he comes to join the two of you on the bed. He cups your face in his hands, kissing you and drinking in your moans as your pussy flutters around Zeke’s cock. Reiner is soft, so soft compared to how hard you’re being fucked, but intense as he groans into your mouth and bites at your bottom lip. He pulls away to breathe, but only for a moment before he’s working his way to your neck to leave all the marks he’d dreamt of gifting you with for years. His hands are quick to find your clit, rubbing soft circles as Zeke continues to work at you from inside, and your hands quickly reach for his cock in turn.

“So big…” you sigh, savoring the feeling of running your hands over his thick cock through his underwear, before pushing them down as far as you can reach with Zeke pulling you into his thrusts. Thankfully, it’s far enough to free Reiner’s cock and you shiver in Zeke’s grasp as it rubs against your stomach while Reiner presses his body to yours. You barely have your fingers wrapped around him before he’s thrusting up into your hand, already groaning, already close - you wonder for a moment if he’d already been touching himself to the sounds of you.

Zeke would guess yes, and can’t help getting his sly little digs in even as the two of you do exactly as he’d intended, “Close already? Good thing I’m here to satisfy her.”

Reiner doesn’t take that easily, working your clit faster and the way your pussy grips Zeke has him hurling closer to the edge right along with you both. Reiner breathes his words into your skin, sending shivers through you again and again, “Cum for me… cum with me…”

You do, and both of your work against each other stutters as you cum together, Reiner painting your stomach as your pussy threatens to undo Zeke right along with you. He holds on, however, fucking you through your orgasm as Reiner thrusts into your hand until the last of his cum is covering your soft skin and the fluttering of your pussy slows.

Zeke pulls out and releases you, sending you forward and into Reiner’s waiting arms as he pulls off his condom and finishes himself off on your ass, adding his mess to the mix as well. Reiner keeps kissing you, rubbing your back, smiling at the way you shiver when Zeke begins rubbing his cum into your skin.

“That was…” Reiner starts, then stops, looking into your eyes and trying to parse what just happened.

Zeke doesn’t want to give him too much time to think, knowing that just leads to more annoyance with Reiner, so instead he lies down, pulling you with him. “The bed’s big enough for three.”

Reiner pauses, still thinking instead of doing, until you’re patting the space on the bed next to you. “C’mon, Reiner, lets get some rest.”

For you, he’ll listen to anything, something Zeke huffs at as you rest your head on his shoulder, and your hand on Reiner’s chest. You’re first to fall asleep, and Reiner lies there staring at you dreamily, finally basking in the moment for once. Then, it’s Zeke’s turn to think, and think too much as he considers just what he might have started. He wasn’t sure what he felt, not quite jealousy… but not victory either. He felt smug, but also like he’d gotten himself in over his head. Maybe he wanted Reiner here for different reasons than he’d originally thought. Maybe he wanted you for different reasons than he’d originally thought too. Zeke closes his eyes and decides everyone’s had enough thinking for the day, deciding to sleep before he dwelled too long on the mess he’d made.

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

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