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slafkovskys · 2 months

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I NEED any type of fluff of Priss w the boys!

priscilla makes her way through the revolving door of the hotel, head buried in her phone as she scans over whatever plans her friends had decided to make after she had announced that she would be going m.i.a. of course there are talks of hitting up her favorite restaurant followed by her favorite club in hopes to entice her, even lena tries to get her attention by sending a picture of her trying on some of pricilla’s clothes in the middle of their dorm.

she sends a simple ‘looks cute!’ before putting her phone on do not disturb just in time for a body to block her path to the elevators. she looks up at the well-dressed man (a stark contrast to her thin pajama shorts and sweatshirt combo she had tugged on before leaving campus) who stares at her curiously, “can i help you?”

“oh, i’m just visiting someone,” she stands up a little straighter and allows the french-canadian accent to slip through, not trying to hide it like she usually did in hopes it made her sound more confident.

“is that so?” he’s got an expression on his face that told her he wasn’t buying what she was selling. he raises his head and gestures toward the front desk where she seems to have garnered the attention of the woman behind it, “we’ll just need to verify that, mrs.-”

“miss,” she cuts the man off, “miss molson.”

she knew that her name wouldn’t hold as much weight as it would back home and though she would never admit it, that was precisely the reason that she chose miami out of the thousands of other universities in between there and montreal. that and the city allowed for significantly more beach days.

“of course and what room are you trying to get to?” he quirks an eyebrow as he leads her over to the desk, “just for security purposes.”

“2523.”

she gives them arber’s room number instead of juraj’s because she knows for a fact that he was in there if the snapchat video complaining how he was out of that moisturizer she had put him on was any clue. she knew that a sephora run was in their near future as the receptionist sent her a tight-lipped smile after she punched in the number and handed the phone over to the man who priscilla decided was acting out of his pay grade.

“hello mr.,” he squints at the sticky note his co-worker flashed him that displayed arber’s last name and she can tell that he debates on it for a moment before clearing throat, “we have a miss molson down here for- oh? yes sir, we’ll send her up. have a great-”

she can hear the sound on the other end signaling that arber has hung up and she holds in her giggle as he hands over the phone, looking rather rattled before narrowing his eyes, “looks like you’re good to go.”

“well, wouldn’t you know?” priscilla sends an over-enthusiastic smile before finally making her way to the elevators. her phone lights up with a message from arber (he, juraj, and her mom the only ones whose notifications would be pushed through when she was on dnd) stating simply ‘he sounds like a dick’ and she does giggle a little then. typing out a ‘he was’ and ‘meet me in j’s room x’ she tucks her phone into her purse and presses the button for juraj’s floor, just a few under arber but she needed to be with at least one of her boys right then.

the signs guide her down a hallway and after turning the corner, she’s in front of his door. she doesn’t even have time to knock before the door is pulled open and juraj’s strong arms wrap around her waist and lift her off the ground. she locks her legs around his waist, squealing out a “juraj!” as he carries her into the safety of his hotel room, away from any prying eyes.

the chain on her purse makes a loud noise as it slides down her arm before clattering to the floor and she is so glad that she had insurance on that thing because she was positive she hears juraj’s feet crush the metal as his lips meet hers for the first time in weeks. she melts into the kiss, letting her hand pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, “arber know that you are here?”

“the concierge called him to make sure that i was allowed up,” priscilla rolls her eyes and juraj looks confused. she shakes her head, “the people downstairs.”

“oh,” he hums before he places a light kiss on her jaw, “better him. i would have run to you.”

“i would’ve run to you too,” before she can pull his head from her neck and kiss him again, a knock sounds at the door and a grin takes over her face, “take me to him.”

“priss is so bossy,” juraj says, but obeys her command nonetheless. with her still wrapped around his front, he leans forward with a hand protecting the back of her head to look through the peephole, “who is it?”

“open the door, slaf,” arber’s voice says and the two share a smile before the younger man pulls on the door. arber visibly relaxes when he spots their girl, “pris- oh!”

she grabs him by the front of his shirt and pulls him inside, allowing herself to be transferred from juraj’s arms to hers so she can welcome him with a kiss too. juraj fumbles with the door as she and arber melt into each other similarly to how she had with the taller man only moments before, “god i missed the both of you so much.”

“month is too long,” juraj mumbles as he presses himself against her back, “very long.”

“i know, i’m sorry,” she mumbles her apology as she reaches a hand back to scratch lightly at his neck. she grins when his lips find her temple, a silent acceptance. her eyes drift to where arber was watching them, big hands on her hips, and an amused expression on his face, “what’s funny?”

“you two,” he kisses the cheek on the side of her face not currently occupied by juraj and sighs, letting his hands slip under her sweatshirt and feel the bare skin there for the first time in damn near six weeks, “how long do we have you?”

“as long as you want me,” she uses her free hand to tangle her fingers with arber’s, bringing his knuckles to her mouth to place a gentle kiss on the skin, “i have a standing reservation at giselle. i shoved an outfit into my bag if you feel like going or we can just hang out here and get room service. i’m already dressed for that.”

arber and juraj share a look, having some mental conversation that they seemed to do a lot of and priscilla never questioned it. juraj hums, “room service. already comfy.”

“that reminds me, did you both bring new sweatshirts for me?” she poses the question and her boys chuckle. “what? it’s all i asked for…”

“you can get them in tampa, priss,” arber assures her as he pulls her over to juraj’s unmade bed while the younger man starts searching for the menu. she huffs and arber grins, “gotta make sure that you don’t break your promise.”

“that sounds a lot like blackmail and i don’t like it.”

“will,” juraj’s eyes scan over the menu, “chicken tenders and fries make up for it?”

“it’s definitely a start.”

#the priscilla diaries #arber xhekaj #juraj slafkovsky

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terulover · 11 months

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TERU MIKAMI | NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mikami is extremely doting and would be extremely attentive after sex. He’ll cuddle with you, run a bath, and ask if you’d like anything to eat. He would never want to make you feel used or as if you’re not cared for.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Teru was very insecure as a teen and spent many years building up his body in the gym. He’s proud of all the progress he’s made, but if he had to pick one part it’d probably be his arms. Not only do they signify to others that he's strong and capable, but it means he can pick you up and cradle you. he absolutely adores being stronger and larger than you.

It's no secret that when Mikami falls in love, he falls hard. He adores and worships every part of you, but he has a particular liking for your thighs. He loves how soft and squishy they are. He loves resting his head on them while you scratch his head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming in your mouth. It makes him feel so powerful and dominant to make you take everything he gives to you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Miami is secretly turned on by bondage. He's never been bold enough to mention the topic to one of his partners, but he finds it so appealing to have full control of someone else during sex. Though he’s embarrassed by it, he may even be willing to try being tied up and dominated by his partner, just for a change of pace.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Considering his age, Mikami has a fair amount of experience. That being said, most of his sexual experience consists of sloppy one-night stands. When Mikami meets you, he has more intimate experiences and learns more about what it means to give and receive pleasure. He has endless gratitude for what you've taught him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

(hear me out) Mikami loves 69ing because he finds that it creates a balance of pleasure. He loves knowing that he can make you feel good whilst receiving the same satisfaction.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Teru believes that sex can be an intimate and emotional experience that shouldn’t be tainted by humor. It’s not like he’s a total rock during sex, but his main focus is making you feel good. The most he’ll let loose is during drunk sex, where he’s blushing and giggling the whole time whilst telling you how much he truly loves you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Teru is a neat freak and very uptight about personal hygiene. He won't go as far as to shave everything off, but he’ll maintain his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Mikami is a huge romantic and will constantly express his love towards you during sex. He would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable and will adjust himself accordingly to meet your preferences.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Mikami dislikes masturbating and would much rather have the real thing. If he really does need to get off and you’re not around to help him, he likes stroking himself to pictures of just your face. However, nothing satisfies him as much as your touch.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Mikami has a huge praise kink. He loves to be reassured that he’s doing a good job, that he’s the only man who could ever make you feel this good. He wants you to feel the same way, and will constantly compliment you and pepper you with kisses during sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mikami believes that sex is a truly sacred experience and should not be shared with anyone else. He doesn't like the idea of public sex and finds it to be extremely perverted. If it’s just you and him in his apartment, he’d be willing to do it anywhere if he was horny enough. On his bed, his couch, the kitchen counter, and the shower. He loves you so much, it’s hard for him to contain himself.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Teru isn’t one to initiate sex himself, and mainly only gets turned on whenever his partner comes to him. He loves seeing you in different types of lingerie, but he can also get horny with little to no effort. All it takes is for you to sit on his lap, give him kisses on his neck, and next thing you know..

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Mikami would never want to knowingly hurt you. Any sort of degrading, hitting, and choking is out of the question.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Mikami loves it when you sit on his face. There’s something so hot about you completely crushing him and barely giving him any room to breathe. Any time you mention you’ve had a bad day, or you’re experiencing any sort of stress, he’ll go down on you.

Mikami does find head to be enjoyable, but he’s very shy to ask for it. He doesn’t like it if he’s the only one getting any pleasure from sexual acts, so he usually asks to do the same for you right after.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mikami prefers a slow and sensual pace as he wants to savor every moment with you. He needs enough time to observe all your reactions to his touch and to soak in the pleasure of the moment.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Teru dislikes quickies. He feels as though he’s missing out on a greater sense of pleasure by making himself rush.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Teru is willing to try anything just once for you. He can be a bit shy himself, but if you put in the effort to make him feel comfortable enough around you, he’ll open up over time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Teru can last two rounds MAX. Anything more feels almost too good like he's being greedy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Teru dislikes toys, he believes that they derive from a genuine sense of pleasure. He wouldn't like to see you use them either, he wants to be the only thing to make you feel good.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teru can be a bit of an awkward man and doesn't exactly know how to tease or seduce you even. He gets embarrassed at the thought of just saying he wants to fuck you.

Teru is very easily flustered by your teasing and almost always falls for it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He finds it embarrassing, but he's a groaner. He tries to keep it muffled, but every once in a while a moan will escape from him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Despite his favorite body part being your thighs, Mikami prefers ass over tits. If you’re just doing something as simple as washing dishes, he’ll give you a back hug and grope you. Of course he feels embarrassed, but it’s so hard to contain himself around you. He likes bringing you to the gym with him just so he can see you wear tight shorts. He enjoys picking out your outfits, dressing you in the most form fitting clothes just so he can admire your curves.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As mentioned above, mikami keeps his hair trimmed short. Id say he’s about 6 inches with decent girth. His dick has a gradient-like color, his normal skin tone transitioning into a pink shade near the tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If Mikami isn’t under any stress, he gets very easily turned on and is willing to do anything as long as you provoke him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Mikami often has trouble sleeping, which doesn’t change even after he’s had sex. He’d much rather do something productive like take care of you afterward.

#death note #teru mikami

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mvvnsseul · 8 months

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𝐌𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Starring: Eric Sohn (TBZ)

Naya travels to Miami for a summer holiday with her sister in hopes of bonding and spending time with her before college, where she finds herself stealing glances and daydreaming about the hot surfer she met at the beach.

➵Pairings: surfer! Eric x oc! Naya

➵Genre: romance, summer, vacation-fling

➵Word count: 0.8 K

➵Warnings: mostly fluff, a lil' suggestive, no graphic depictions of violence

➵a/n: Okay so I haven't been active fore sometime since I'm preparing for college and writing three books on wattpad so I apologize for that. But anyways I hope you enjoy this work, and if u do, then a like and reblog would be very appreciated . Also my first time writing romance so apologizing in advance for any errors and cliches.

Disclaimer: This work is fictional and does not portray the celebrities lives in any way. Please separate fiction from reality.

PART ONE

Naya inhaled the humid air, a smile forming on her lips as she glanced at the picturesque view of the coast through the balcony of her hotel room as her hands held the railing. Her heart felt giddy like it could erupt any minute. And why not, after all, she was on her dream summer getaway with her sister, whom she hadn’t met for quite some time. Staying alone at home wasn’t doing much of a favor for her, and she wanted to spice up her life before she began college in the upcoming fall.

Her older sister had been accepted into the prestigious Miami university a couple of years back, and had moved there. Hence aware of her little sister’s beach obsession and in need of a vacation herself, she aimed to book a hotel in the tropical paradise and spend some quality time together to make up for the missed days.

Stretching her body as a yawn escaped her lips, Naya realized she desperately craved a little swim before her sister came back from her restaurant-hunting expedition, especially with how blissfully blue the water looked. Buckling her sandals, she sprinted down to the lagoon, the footwear filling in with masses of grainy sand. Pulling out a band on her wrist, she gathered her hair and tied them up into a ponytail. As her hands were busy with the hairdo, the corner of her eye caught something rather interesting.

Or someone.

A colossal wave rose in the distance, carrying a relaxed surfer as he skillfully rode it, the pressure of the water curving above his head. He turned according to the rhythm of the magnificent waves, before he wiped out and swam back to the sandy shores with his surfboard. Naya could see his face clearly. The male ran a hand through his wet dark hair as he ruffled them, splashing out the excess water on the dry gravel. His bare sun-kissed skin shone in the pleasant sunlight as water dripped down his athletic body. He shoved his dark strands out of his face as he whipped his head in her direction.

Horrified, Naya turned away in a flash of a second, glancing upwards at the colorful fleet of exotic birds flying.

“Excuse me?” A raspy voice called out from beside her as she glanced at the source. It was the surfer guy, now standing inches away from her.

“Oh, uh yes?” Naya answered in a slightly trembling voice, for which she wanted to kick herself.

“I haven’t seen you around before.”

He stated, a cordial smile crawling up his face.

“Oh, me and my sister are here for the summer vacation.” Naya smiled as she replied, trying to calm her giddy heart down. It was at that moment where she focused on how bewitching his eyes were as he looked into hers.

“I see…” He clamped the surfboard under his arm. “I’m Eric, by the way.” His gaze landed on Naya, eyes not breaking the contact.

“Naya.” She answered, glancing at the alluring man before her as they gazed at each other. Everything seemed to halt. What seemed like minutes was actually seconds, as the two held their irresistible stares, when suddenly, her sister Lia’s voice echoed through the breezy air.

“Naya, come on, time for dinner!”

Eric lightly clicked his tongue, a hand brushing the side of his neck. “Well then, catch you around, Naya.” He remarked as he shot her a wink before taking off in their direction.

There was something so enthralling about Mr. Surfer that she couldn’t explain, as pink color rushed to her face as she inhaled a deep breath, lips curving into a grin. “You too.”

In the evening, Naya laid on the couch, overlooking the balcony which showed off the breathtaking Miami night sky. Lights from stalls illuminated the seaside, which now looked rather peaceful, accompanied with the bustling city view in the far distance.

However, she didn’t pay any attention to the scenery or the stalls, as the one and only Eric devoured her mind. Her finger twirled a bunch of hair strands as she recalled the little interaction with him.

“So you’ve made a friend, huh?” Her sister asks, raising her brows and showcasing her interest in the interaction at the beach. Naya gasped, her mind flashing her soul back to reality as she cleared her throat. “Yeah. I did.” She replied, to which her sister nodded, her eyes fixed on her phone as she messaged her friends. Naya grabbed the plate of fish tacos, shoving a big morsel in her mouth.

“You know…” The older began, as Naya glanced over at her, her brows furrowing slightly. “… it’s a good accomplishment for someone who barely steps foot outside the house.”

Naya choked on the spicy seasoning as Lia patted her back, offering a glass of water, which she promptly accepted, chugging it down her burning throat.

“Calm down dude.”

Naya nodded profusely, her mind drifting off to dreamland again when her sister’s voice interrupted. “The beach is stunning at night, you know, Naya. You should go down and see.”

➵a/n (2): Hi, thankyou so so much for reading this work. Let me know your feedback through a message or reblog ;)) Thankyou 💕

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jdmainman123 · 2 years

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The problem with the integration that's making me angry you keep on grabbing my balls and forcing me to look up at new recruits sent here specifically with my picture on Twitter and a post that I made a long time ago I think it was a racist comment or a comment about Walmart I can't remember which one

And the integration keeps on forcing me to look up at him and here's the problem it's a black skin faces FOR 30 DAYS THEY'VE BEEN TRYING TO GROSS ME OUT HERE IN MISSISSIPPI and and I think it's because of the there can't be girls outside with these black skin men because the white skin girls knew every answer new every antidote and they had jokes

And that was the most grossing and disgusting part to me how they weren't outside and then they found it reassuring that the white hair white skin men was joining them every every so once in a while they would get together at circle K AND THEN I WAS KICKED OUT OF THERE CUZ THEY SAID I STINK yeah I think it was a sabotage attack on me for them to say that to me and I exercised the problem is is he's began making me sick or so I smell worse but again with all that exercise we found it very difficult to believe I believe because the quid pro quo we called then drawing blood again it's too late to draw blood for this dead white trash family connected to the satellite and snow I mean all all the statement we are specific on us all they need is one black hair white skin and it's definitely an accident on their side

Unless you like black skin cock in your mouth from Las Vegas and not the beach

BUT THE PROBLEM IS THESE ARE ISOLATED PEOPLE THAT ARE WALKING UP TO ME AND A SATELLITE FORCES MY BALLS GRABS MY BALLS AND FORCES MY HEAD TO LOOK AT THEIR FACE AT THE PERFECT TIMING POSERS THEY THEY CALLED THE SATELLITE WHENEVER THEY'RE READY FOR ME TO LOOK UP AT THEIR FACE AND IT IMMEDIATELY WHIPPED MY NECK LIKE A CAR ACCIDENT WIP LASH and it just makes me angry because they keep on saying I kill you today I kill you today

What am I going to say you know you look like that you look like your brother you know he was a good person? Come on what do you people get off

What was the problem with the integration in antecedent is these people don't have a train I'm sure these whites get salad operations have these black skin satellite operators come out and protect them forcing my face to look up at their face IT JUST CONTINUES TO GROSS ME OUT AND IT DOESN'T MAKE ME ANGRY NECESSARILY BUT IT'S LIKE THE STATEMENT OF HE MAKES TO THE GIRLS YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO GET AWAY FROM ME AND FOR THE GIRL AND THE GIRLS NOT TO BE HERE TO TO TAKE THIS PUNISHMENT AND TO TAKE THIS ABUSE

👀💩👀💩👀💩👀💩👀💩👀💩

It's just grossing me out and all and all they have is the gay joke and for these cities to be built around confusing the letter G with the letter J AND FOR THEM TO SAY IT'S A MISTAKE IN HERE the codependency on girls comes up and end their safety and knowing I was a boy when someone told me all you're kissing his ass or you're trying to suck his dick I was a boy and I found out as a compliment to show my brother how much I love him

So I completely understand the problem is it continue to gross me out by forcing my head to look up at their faces and again they're immediate hate for me is is very too easy is what we're going to call it too easy it should be all at this point in time line it should be all white skin man me forced to deal with but as I said they don't want to be seen outside attacking me because they're afraid of my brother my sex your brother that was placed by me and in behind him would be another brother and in these cities we counted up to seven other brothers of mine on the satellite and and they can make as many as they want of us and send us across the world because the beach is a refuge they built beach at the beach and airplane Jason at the airplane Jason sunrise but they they they had all the power contained to one Miami Florida AND FOR US TO HAVE FOUND THIS STRONGHOLD OF I CAN CALL HIM WHENEVER I WANT AND FOR THEM TO HAVE BUILT A 3/4 SITE IN A SABOTAGE WE BELIEVE IT'S UNSAFE AND AND NOT FAIR FOR THESE MEN THE ONLY PLACE THEY CAN GO IS IS THERE AND AND GET OFF THE PLANE IN SALT LAKE CITY AND NOT BE KIDNAPPED INTO SNOW AND FACE JUDGMENT

And the ongoing statement if it's an accident and mistake for us have killed all this white hair babies but there's no evidence of this and it continuing repeating it almost as a taunt 24/7 he kept on reminding me what he's going to do to other people and then again other grossing and disgusting part was a satellite continued to pretend or act as if it was my best friend and I found it very awful that they continue to whisper secrets to me as if we were best friends and again because I'm here he thought he was funny is the problem he thought because I was here and made him better and cooler and he kept on talking about his own people and telling me their accidents and that and I didn't appreciate that because I find him to be an accident

The problem is we met up a lot of white hair lies along with my experience and and having statements and meetings and in icy and snow cities they gave me very specific testament and then pictures and statements more importantly the statements we put together and we use them as as from our own blogs and socialism and again and they continue to fire this off what happened to the white hair babies here and again there's no evidence we believe the extortion and in a compromise has rendered all white skin safety here and we were not seeing where the white hair babies came here and they were hurt or murdered what we're not seeing it

We believe it's just a threat in the thought of anger and disappointment of of being let down is what we're seeing but again it's too easy for this hate against me is what we're trying to point out in the integration of force my head to look up at them and then have that hate for me and it's one after another one after another one one more black recruit after another and it's getting real real boring and real depression that's why we're happy Mississippi took its best shot and had me in the middle of a parking lot talking to me 24/7 the problem was for 2 weeks I wasn't bleeding or sweating and then I answered every question truthfully I gave to any act statements and then they wanted me to continue talking and rewriting it in different words and we did not agree with this because they would use the same words to describe one or two or even three more different archives or are definitions they almost change the definition of the word due to the context and we did not agree with this we found it to be misleading and confusing and me myself I couldn't even read it I couldn't even understand what I was saying

I called it

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meloswifeyyy · 3 years

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Relationship Alphabet

A - Attitude

Who often has the worst Attitude ?

Well, you obviously. Most of the time because you are hungry or you and Melo just got out of an argument. Melo usually fucks the attitude out of you anywhere, anytime tho.

B - Baby

Who wants Babies the most - first ?

Melo. He often jokes about having kids or when you are having sex he would whisper in your ear “You trynna have my babies?” or “You boutta have my babies ” when he nuts in you. He says that he wants 3 or more. You only want 2. You arent rushing into it.

C - Crying

Who Cries the most in the relationship ?

You. You often cry alone when you miss Melo when he is at away games for so long. Or when your BP triggers, Melo would comfort you. When watching sad movies, or when someone you love dies. Tears of joys appear here and there. Or when you get into arguments and Melo says something wrong or disrespectful out of madness.

D - Dates

Who has the best Date spots ?

Melo. He would often take you to fancy restaurants in L.A or Miami, or wherever you guys went. Or take you shopping at an expensive place. He would do dates at home like watching movies, have you cook dinner because he cant cook for shit, or he would have a bath waiting on you.

E - Eat

Who Eats the most ?

You. You know damn well you cant survive without food. Its the 2nd best thing that has ever happened to you besides life and Melo. Cant even survive a night. If you would wake up in the middle of the night and get hungry and go to kitchen and try to sneak some food without waking Melo up, he would hear it and go to the kitchen and scare you, picking you up over his shoulder with one arm, and with the other putting the food away carrying you back to the bed because its a little to early in the morning to be eating.

F - Freak

Who is the Freakiest ?

Both of you. You being the only girl that can fuck Melo like you do, and being the only girl Melo is sexually, physically, and mentally attracted to no other girl can do it like you.10/10 in bed. Now Melo on the other hand is a demon in bed. His strokes, hitting your G - Spot constantly with you feeling it in your guts. His 9 inch is almost always on hard when he is around you. And his tongue is crazy, going in and out and on the pearl AT THE SAME TIME. Crazy right. Spelling his name out on you. He loves when you scratch his back up or give him hickeys everywhere. 10000/10. Makeup sex is the best.

G - Games

Who wins the most games ?

Melo. He would always dare you to a game of Call of Duty or Fortnite to see who would win first. And he would always win. When you would play a game of Uno you would often win and he would be mad the rest of the day due to his competitiveness. But any other game he would win.

H - Happy

Who is the Happiest in the relationship ?

Both of you. You are always happy when you guys are around each other. Even when you guys just got done arguing you are still happy that he is in your presence. Melo on the other hand is always happy with you around him, he loves to cuddle with you. Its one of his favorite thing to do. He just loves that you are in his presence. You are his other half.

I - Irreplaceable

Who is the most Irreplaceable ?

You would say Melo but Melo would say you. Melo knows how to deal with you more than anyone else does. He knows all your spots and what you like and dont like. He notices all of your flaws and sees the good and beautiful in them. He knows your body, mind, and soul. No man has a better or brighter or bigger smile than him. He always brightens the mood. You on the other hand are different. A big beautiful smile. You know how to deal with Melo when he is sad, looses a game. You can tell when he is lying or telling the truth just by looking through his eyes. You know how to make him happy. You are the best he has ever had.

J - Jaded

Who gets the most Jaded after doing something ?

Melo. He usually gets really bored after sitting in the house all day. He really wants to leave the house and do something fun but usually its night time and you would be taking a nap or would be sleep.

K - Kisses

Who gives the most kisses?

Melo. He is always so clingy and that comes with all the kisses in the world. He kisses you all over your face in your sleep, even when you are sleep he gives you kisses. He loves to kiss all over your body.

L - Love

Who fell in love the fastest?

Melo. He had always had a crush on you and everyone knew you were the one for him. You just didn’t know it until you two started dating. He’s always making sure you are good. He loves your hugs. He was the first one to say “I love you”. He want kids you to have all 10 of his kids.

M - Motivation

Who gives the most motivation?

You. When melo is going to a game and is not having a good feeling about it you motivate him to push through it and win for you. 9/10 he will win or get a lot of points for you.

N - Night Owl

Who is more of a Night Owl?

Both of you. Sometimes when his ADHD is on 10 you guys stay up and listen to music, play games, go on ig live, or just fuck for 7 hours straight. Sometimes you have to tell him to got to sleep or put him to sleep (😏) because he has a game tomorrow and needs all the rest and energy he can get. It also the same for you.

O - Oral Sex

Who gives Oral Sex the most?

Melo. Trust me, you give him head a lot and it’s amazing, 10/10. But melo loves giving you head. He loves to spell his name out on you. Loves to see the faces to make you scream and shout. Loves sharing your cream with you (🥲). He loves to climb under the blanket while you are sleep for some breakfast in bed. Maybe even dinner. His lips make it even better. So glad he don’t got them white genes in his lips (😋😭).

P - Perfect

Whos perfect?

Obviously, no ones perfect but God (🙏🏾). But in your eyes no one else is better for you except melo. You couldnt imagine living life without him. Cant imagine what anyones elses kids would look like with you but. No relationship is perfect. Melo sees you as perfect. Your body. Your style. Your personality. He absolutely loves your touch. He loves touch but for you loving your touch is an understatement. He couldnt imagine his kids with anyone else but you. Cant imagine getting married with anyone else. When you guys get into arguments and sleep in seperate rooms. You barely get sleep because all you can think about is each other. How perfect you guys are for one another.

Q - Q? (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

R - Relate

What traits do you guys have a like each other?

A lot. Both of your favorite food is Chicken tacos. You both love a good game of Uno. You both love sex. Duhh. Both of you guy’s love language is touch. Love playing fortnite together. Love listening to music and taking drives together. Both love lil uzi (we pretending yall💀). Just in general you guys are very alike.

S - Sex

(No question for this one lol. Y’all already know how we is round hea nahhmeannn😭)

The sex. Omgggg. The first time you and melo had sex was. So amazing. Can’t ever forget that moment. Melo is always so horny. Morning sex is the best. Sometimes a little top at the red light can turn into a few rounds in back of the McDonalds parking lot. Lucky enough all his windows tinted as hell. Or in the Victoria’s Secret fitting rooms. You guys could be listening to Chris Brown and he would really take you down, fuck you back to sleep, switch up the tempo, or make you wet the bed (i’m laughing hard ash). The hickeys. The high sex. Drunk sex (drunnnnkkk in lovvveee). Car sex. Balcony sex. All over the house sex ( i got bars.) Mad sex and Make up sex. I could go on. Sex with me so amazinggggg. (i was listening to this song while writing this one💀😫😫😫)

T - Trips

Who likes taking trips internationally?

Melo. He love to take you and a yearly or even monthly vacay. Just you and him. Turks and Caicos. Bora Bora. Jamaica. Iceland. Japan. Africa. Anywhere where you can get away from the world. The different places. The hotels. Being able to fuck anywhere and everywhere. The pools. The different air. (united states ait is so boring). The new food. The animals. You guys love the new places. He loves to see you happy and with a smile on your face.

U - U (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

V - V (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it again.)

W - Right the Wrongs

Who rights their wrongs after an argument?

Usually it would be you first. If you said something that was out of pocket or melo didnt like you woukd quickly apologize. He would forgive you and still cuddle and kiss you and stuff because thats what he does. Tease you. But he would ignore you until he actually forgave you in his head. Melo would apologize and give you some bomb ass d for and apology. Or make that cute face that you can’t resist.

X - (Can’t find a word for X. Give me a suggestion and i will edit it)

Y - Young

Who acts like a Young ass child?

Both of you actually. That’s what makes you love each other the most. The laughs and jokes, the tv shows, everything you could think of. It’s nothing wrong with it at all. Y’all are always gonna bust a joke out at the right time. Maybe sometimes even the wrong time. (damn, double homicide). You guys love laughing with each other.

Z - ZZZ

Who has the worst sleeping habits?

Probably Melo. If you scooted over him even a little bit, he would probably scoot back closer to you or pull you back over to him. And the only con of that is he snores a lot. (Why this nigga snore with his mouth open?🤨💀). Sometimes if he was awake and you werent he would kiss all over you. He loves to lay on your 🍒.

Y’all welcome. I haven’t pose the one of these in a minute. This took me a whole month and a half. I’m tired as hell. 💀

#lamelo ball #melo imagine #lamelo imagine

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perriewinklenerdie · 3 years

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Married (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 2,4 k

Summary: Parts of Ines’s wedding told from Ethan’s perspective feat. E&C dancing, staring at each other during the wedding, basically being a married couple and everyone calling them out for it. OH3 Chapter 11 added content.

Warnings: None, it’s fluff town all the way

A/N: I feel scammed by PB. All the golden opportunities - wasted. So I fixed it.

His shoes sank a bit in the sand as he began walking towards the venue. More and more people were beginning to arrive, sounds of conversation and laughter increasing by the minute. He recognized his coworkers with ease and approached them. The first to notice him is Tobias, his eyebrow arching slightly at the sight of him.

“You came alone? Where’s Herondale?” he asked, looking over Ethan’s shoulder to search for the blonde resident.

“She helped me fix my tie, then kicked me out of our room. And refused to let me see the dress.” He explained, shrugging with a helpless laugh. Harper laughed along with him, clapping her hands gently.

“That’s wife behavior. Are you sure you two aren’t married?”

“Dude, if you two eloped, I’m not going to be working out with you anymore.” Bryce chimed in, acting as though he was offended, a serious look overtaking his face.

“Where would you- why would you- “ Ethan started stumbling over his words, realizing only after a moment that everyone was smirking at him teasingly. He huffed, fighting a blush that creeped onto his cheeks anyway. “I see. You all think you’re funny.”

“You make it too easy, Ethan.” Harper giggled, shaking her head.

“And we know we’re funny, Ethan.” His mentor put his hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

“Hilarious, even.” Baz added.

A small sound of an incoming message caused everyone to stop talking. Sienna unlocked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen.

“Claire just texted me a photo of her in a dress.”

Immediately, everyone jumped to her side, long before Ethan could even move his finger. Once he woke up from the daze, he took a step towards the young doctor that he considered his friend. Zaid stopped him in his tracks with a hand pressed to his shoulder.

“She said to not let you see the photo.”

“Why?”

Her voice rang from behind him. “I wanted to see your reaction myself.”

Ethan turned around and, at once, his breath caught in his throat. His gaze dropped to her shoes and dragged up her body slowly. The gentle flow of her skirt, pink silk that he knew for sure would almost spill through his fingers. The bodice, snug against her chest, accentuating her curves and making his male brain run wild. Careful to not linger on her chest too long – he would not get crap from their friends for this – he finally looked at her face. She was grinning smugly with a bit of a nervous spark.

He stepped up to her, resting his hand on the dip of her waist, tracing the floral patterns under his touch. With his other hand, he grasped hers in a gentle manner, raising it to press a warm kiss to her fingers.

“You’re taking my breath away.” he muttered, staring at her intensely.

“Hypoxia is dangerous, maybe I should go.” Claire teased, leaning away a fraction of an inch. He immediately pushed on her back to stop her, their personal spaces merging.

“Not having you by my side is fatal.” He dropped his voice to a low rumble, her grin melting into the soft smile. Their lips met in a slow kiss, no heat to it, just pure emotions.

They remained like that for a prolonged moment, his hands carefully pressing her to his chest. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, making their bodies move in a swaying motion.

Jackie burst their bubble. “You, lovebirds, the brides are about to arrive, cut it out.”

Ethan pressed his lips to Claire’s one last time, then leaned away. Their noses brushed against one another as their eyes met. He whispered gently. “I’ll come find you after the ceremony.”

She pecked his cheek sweetly. “Can’t wait.”

He wasn’t particularly a fan of weddings. He wasn’t invited to a lot of them, either. If combined with his dislike for big social gatherings, one would come to the conclusion that Ethan Ramsey was miserable right in that moment.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

As Ines and Angie exchange vows and talk about their love for each other, his eyes find Claire. Sitting in her chair across the aisle, she’s holding Sienna’s hand and passing her a tissue. She’s all anyone could ever ask for, and the mere sight of her makes him fall down into the void of memories.

How far he’s come as a person. A cynic that dreaded what a new year would bring along with a new batch of interns. A man that had only two people in his life that he could call friends. A man that went to the bar every night to forget the day behind him, only to go back to his empty apartment. All of that was so long ago that he barely recognized that version of himself anymore. He was so different now.

He smiled more. Laughed, even, and found that he didn’t find stupid jokes Lahela made all the time half as annoying as he once did. He didn’t spend every waking moment at work. Instead, he enjoyed his time off. Still at a bar, but not to drink away his worries. Not alone – not anymore.

Now, he had someone to come home to.

Claire shook her head as she laughed at what Zaid said and Ethan’s heartbeat quickened. They grew together as people too, and along with that, their relationship evolved.

From the night they spent together in the NICU, when her head slowly fell onto his shoulder and he couldn’t find a single cell in his body to tell him to lean away. Because he wanted her to be close. It was the first moment in which he thought that maybe this brilliant woman was meant to be more to him than just an intern – and right after that, he squashed the idea back down.

Every hold of her hand, every silent sign of support, he cherished it all. Unknowingly falling deeper for the woman that would become the center of his universe before he realized what was happening.

Their kiss in Miami would be at the forefront of his mind in his every living second until he kissed her again. Growing stronger with each time his resolve broke and their lips met, softly or with wild abandonment.

The first time he could call her his – the first time he had her to himself. He knew in that moment that he was ruined for everyone else. No one would ever make him feel that way, ever again. He knew it damn well – and yet, he still fought against it.

Absence makes heart grow fonder. He now knew it was true. Months he spent away from her, keeping her at arm’s length, taught him as much. How could he deny those words when the moment he pulled her closer to him outside his apartment and their lips touched, he felt his mind go blank and his heart stop. He vowed to never let her leave again. To never lose her.

And then he almost did.

The thought alone made his muscles spasm, and he was a millisecond away from running to her side, just to feel her warmth and hear her heartbeat. Leaving her side now, even if only for a moment, even to do their job, caused a silent voice to go off in his head. A wave of panic usually followed, staying with him until he saw her again.

Thankfully, nowadays, she was within his reach most of the time. She never asked why he sometimes needed to pull her close and just hold onto her – she knew.

He felt the corners of his lips rise on their own accord. She was radiant in every second of every day. In that moment, she was the most beautiful person there. The idea that it was him that she continuously chose to be with, day after day, only made him smile wider.

This was it for him. He found his one and only, as cliché as that sounded – he knew it for sure. Guess weddings really did make people reflect on love after all.

Ethan was very much aware of how lovestruck he must have been looking in that moment. With his eyes on Claire, he was a picture of a man in love – and he was finally ready to admit that he was. He loved her.

Almost as though she could hear his thoughts, she turned around to look at him. Their eyes met and a brilliant smile bloomed on her face. His lips moved as he mouthed the words, her smile becoming gentler.

“I’m yours.”

She mouthed it right back to him.

Music wasn’t as obnoxious as he anticipated it to be. That didn’t, of course, mean that he condoned every dance move he saw the guests do. He decided to not complain, though – it was a day to be happy, he wouldn’t bring anyone down with his opinion on their questionable choices of moves.

Currently, he was seated by the table, nursing his whiskey. Mirani twins, Tobias and Naveen sat beside him, all five men watching their colleagues party with wine glasses in their hands.

“How long, do you think, will it take for one of them to break a glass?” Baz asked, leaning out of his seat to see his friends better. Zaid grinned, taking a sip of his drink.

“Any second now. And my bet is on Varma.”

“Why?” Tobias’s face twisted in confusion as he turned towards him, intrigued. Zaid shrugged.

“Because she can.”

Ethan tuned their conversation out, choosing instead to look at his girlfriend. She danced with Sienna, laughing as they sang along to the song. Her dress moved with her, flowing through the air elegantly. He felt the urge to stand up and walk up to her.

“Ramsey, you do know you can just walk up to her instead of sitting here and pining for her, right?” Tobias snickered, punching Ethan’s shoulder playfully. He scoffed, leaning away with a hint of a burn in his cheeks.

“I’m not pining for her.”

“You are.” All four of his companions replied.

He was so distracted by their words that he failed to notice an approaching form. Her hand landed on his shoulder softly, the tips of her nails scratching the back of his neck. Knowing who it was, he leaned into her touch, breathing out deeply.

“Sorry, gentlemen, but I’m stealing him.” she mused happily, dragging her hand down his arm until her fingers tangled with his. Ethan let her pull her up, looping his arm around her waist.

“Stealing is bad, Herondale.” Tobias shot back, moving his eyebrows suggestively at the couple. Claire opened her mouth to speak, but Ethan beat her to the punch.

“She can’t steal something that’s already hers.” He grinned at them, then turned towards her. Claire’s jaw dropped in surprise at his boldness, her posture softening enough for him to pull her away from the table, smirking. Faintly, he heard Tobias’s words.

“Married. For sure.”

Ethan’s arms wrapped around her, fingers hooked onto her hipbones. She threw her arms around his neck, staring up at him with a soft smile. A slow song began playing and one look at where the DJ was situated told them who was behind this change. Ines grinned at them, giving them thumbs up and a cheeky wink.

“Is it just me, or is everyone trying to tell us something?” Claire giggled, nuzzling her nose against his jaw. He kissed her nose gently.

“So, you noticed it too?”

“Kinda hard not to. Girls said we’re acting like a married couple at least twice today.” she traced the lapel of his jacket, laughing quietly at the recognition in his eyes.

“Guys did it too.” Ethan muttered, tightening his hold on her. She laid her head on his shoulder.

“And how does that make you feel?”

He was silent for a long while. They swayed to the song, tuning out everything else. To her surprise, he didn’t tense up – nothing about his posture spelled out the doubts he once told her he had.

“Not as terrified as it did before.”

Claire leaned back to look at him. Their eyes met, tender understanding in them. Ethan leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, perfectly soft and not nearly deep enough. She clutched his lapel in her fist, creasing the fabric with how strong her pull was. His fingers dug into her back, skipping past the coarser material of her bodice and gripping the soft silk of her skirt. A voice in the back of his head told him to loosen up the hold or he’ll mark the fabric, but the overwhelming need he felt for her overshadowed everything else and he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.

The song ended and with it, their kiss. Foreheads pressed together, they caught their breath, standing in the middle of the dancefloor. Blissfully unaware of how much attention they gathered with their tender moment.

Ethan opened his eyes and finally allowed his mind to register the music again. Some sort of a fast tune that made people around them go mad. His girlfriend stared at him with an unspoken question, and he got the meaning perfectly well.

With a definite move, he dipped her onto the floor. She giggled, the sound breaking through the loud music to reach his ears. Ethan smirked, throwing her back into his arms. With his lips against her ear, he mused hotly.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Her leg wrapped around his thigh, pushing their bodies closer. His voice broke off and his breath shuddered at the way their bodies clashed and the suggestive smirk she sent his way. His hand fell to her ass, all inhibitions gone.

“Ethan!” she exclaimed, laughing at the carefree smile he gave her. He moved his hand a bit, albeit begrudgingly.

“Can you blame me? You’re irresistible.” He muttered, kissing the shell of her ear. Claire hummed, then twirled out of his hold and back into it, jumping into his arms with her legs wrapped around his hips. Ethan groaned deeply in his throat, making her smirk.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve too.”

Notes

This is a part 2 to the Mile High Club fic. As I said, PB could have made the chapter so good with all the wedding themes that I’d lose my wig. Writers apparently don’t know how to do basic research into fiction themes, but that’s okay (kinda). It just means I have more material to work with.

Round two smut is coming soon.

Thank you for reading! <3

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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White Lies (Pt. 13 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.7 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Change Of Heart

“You and Daniel were in a relationship that ended sometime before we met,” Keanu says, gathering his stuff as you do the same, both starting to take the baggage to the living room. “He is Mrs. Davis' son, and I guess she didn't like much when you two broke apart.”

“And where is this Daniel now? I'd like to meet him if he's part of my past.” You stop by the door, as Keanu checks on his phone for the car he just called.

But he puts his phone away, eyes on you. “Daniel passed away a week before your accident.”

“Oh...” You whisper, looking down. “So that's why Lucia got so sad when I said we weren't considering the name.”

“Yeah.”

Furrowing your eyebrows at his weird expression, you step forward and tiptoe, placing a kiss on his lips. “Let's go home, babe.”

•••

Going back home happened without any incidents. But the next days were filled with medical appointments. You assure him you're fine, but Keanu seems to be in an urge to make sure you're completely fine. You try not to complain about it, but things get weird when you notice a strange expression on his face. For too many times to count you caught him looking like he was just about to say something, but for some reason, he gives up. It makes you confront him a couple of times, but he assures you he's just worried as the pregnancy goes on.

Some weeks go by, and you're getting impatient to find out the baby's sex. On your many ultrasounds, they're always on a position that makes it impossible to see it. But you're hopeful for today, and, as you lie on the bed with Keanu, your back against his chest, you take in the soft morning light.

Keanu has an arm around her waist, a hand caressing her belly. Her bare back keeps his body warm, and despite the constant feeling that time is running short, he places kisses on her neck.

He was supposed to tell her the truth weeks ago, the moment they got back from Miami, but he just couldn't. This went too far, he went too far. In every possible aspect. Keanu didn't only fell for her, but he was intimate with (Y/N) too many times to count, and that makes him feel more guilt than anything else.

Her second trimester is just about to end, and now, he's caught in between. Again, for the millionth time, Keanu is caught in between two feelings. His love and his morals.

In his defense, Keanu did try to break the news several times. The words, the destructive, dangerous words were at the tip of his tongue, ready to desolate his life. But they got stuck, and he was too weak at the thought of losing her. Of losing the baby that he loves so much. It doesn't matter how many times he reminds himself the kid isn't his, he's failing to get this fact to grow roots in his heart. Keanu loves the child as if it's his own.

Guilt threatens to devour him entirely sometimes, but right now, in this moment, happiness suppresses everything else. This is his personal paradise, with her, the baby, healthily growing inside her.

Keanu always wanted a family. Settle down, take less and smaller roles. But nobody ever made him feel like he could. Of all the women he dated, nobody ever made him feel like he would give up everything. He thought he knew what love was, and he thought it wasn't as strong as people say... But now, life proved him wrong. This is love, a wrecking ball that came and destroyed his walls, his heart, his wrong perceptions. If only it happened some other way. If he wasn't caught up in this web of lies.

Dr. Harris wasn't happy to know he was sleeping with her. (Y/N) told her, of course, and even though it was in her usual shy and reserved way, the psychologist got the meaning behind the words. And she confronted him, very harshly, and Keanu could do nothing but listen and agree. Because this is wrong. This is the worst kind of betrayal.

(Y/N) moves a little, breathing deeply as she wakes up. A hand finds his, pulling it to her chest, placing a soft kiss on his fingers. “Morning.” She whispers, voice still clouded by sleep. She's used to it now, Keanu is always awake first.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He replies, fingers caressing her chin. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, but I miss lying on my stomach.” She complains, turning around and snuggling into his chest. “What time is it? We have an ultrasound.”

“I know. And we should probably start getting ready.”

“Alright.” (Y/N) mutters, but doesn't give any signs she'll move anytime soon.

But he knows what today is all about, and it will certainly make her excited. “Hopefully we'll finally find out if this little one is Sophie or Liam.”

“Yes!” Immediately, she pushes herself up, an arm sustaining her weight as she looks down at Keanu. And he tries not to stare at her nude figure, even though this is silly compared to everything they're done. Still, he thinks he should at least try. “The baby must be in a good position today. I can't wait anymore.” With that, she's up, smiling as she makes her way to the bathroom.

And Keanu is left behind on the bed, surrounded by his bad decisions. Maybe this is the right time. Maybe, being this happy, she won't hate him so much.

With a lump in his throat, he goes on with his routine, until they're almost ready to go. Keanu waits by the bedroom door frame as she fixes her hair, the bathroom door half open. This is way too sudden, but if he doesn't do that now, if he waits any longer, he'll never be ready. He'll never be brave or strong enough to do this. He took too long already. Now, he can only hope, pray, that this will somehow end up the way he wants.

That he won't lose her.

The moment he sees (Y/N) walking out of the bathroom, Keanu gives a step forward, arms crossed, heart beating so fast it threatens to jump off his chest. The words are at the top of his tongue when his eyes take in her posture. (Y/N) holds the skirt of her blue dress up, all the way to the top of her thigh with one hand, and on the other, there's blood. Bright and red, staining her fingers and the palm of her hand. His eyes turn to her face, blank, scared as she looks at him.

Without thinking too much, his mind on the verge of collapsing, he forces himself to move, quickly making his way over her.

You hate the smell of the soap they have here. You hate this hospital and what it means when you're brought here. It's only far worse now. You're still trying not to burst into tears, trying not to break down again. There's no pain, so that's good. And no more bleeding, which is even better. The feeling you got when you found blood on your underwear was the worst thing in the world. For a moment, a desperate moment, you thought you were going to lose the baby. You wanted to yell, but you didn't have it in you.

If it wasn't for Keanu, you don't know what you'd do.

Now, still walking terribly slow out of nervousness, you leave the hospital bathroom, finding Keanu seated on the edge of your bed, already looking at you.

“Hi, beautiful.” He says, and you remember this was one of the first things he said to you. “Come and lie down. Why did you put the dress on again?”

“Because it's clean and I don't want to stay here.” Instead of doing as he said, you stand before him, your forehead on his chest. “I thought I was going to lose our baby.” Your voice cracks as some tears roll down, arms around his midsection.

“I already spoke to the doctor.” Immediately, you pull away, just enough to look into his eyes. “He assured me you're both alright.”

“Are you sure, Ke?” You plead, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I almost lost my mind.”

“He wants you to rest and that's all. He–” He's cut short by the door being open, and you see Dr. Wright and your obstetrician.

“First of all, you must know the baby is alright.” Dr. Williams says as she comes closer, a tablet on her hands. “Sometimes, such discharges happen, mostly as you progress from the second to the third trimester.” She kindly smiles. “Everything you two need to do is keep up the good job. Make sure to rest, eat healthily, and exercise. But I'll recommend you to lie down for the rest of the day, ok?”

“Ok.” You quickly agree.

“It would be good to avoid surprises. The bad ones at least.” Dr. Wright adds, oddly staring at Keanu. But that's normal, he still needs to look after you, so some things are directed to him. “But we have good news today, right, Dr. Williams?”

“Yes.” From under the tablet, she takes a picture from the ultrasound and hands over to you. “The baby was in a good position and we already know the sex.”

“Oh my God.” You exclaim, smiling for the first time since the incident. “What is it?”

Dr. Williams smiles, exchanging a glance with Dr. Wright. “Mr. and Mrs. Reeves, you'll be having a baby boy.”

“It's Liam!” You yell, throwing your arms around Keanu again. “I was right!”

“You were right.” He agrees, a second before you kiss him, not minding the audience.

“Well, you're free to go home. And call me if you need anything.” Dr. Wright says and the obstetrician agrees before they both leave.

At least something good happened today. You'll finally be able to paint the blank white walls of the baby's bedroom, and buy what you still need.

“I was right.” You repeat, smirking at Keanu. “But we can try again and maybe it'll be a girl. I mean, if we ever spoke about having more than one kid.” Blushing a little, you bite your lip. There are still a lot of things you need to be updated on, and you still get a little sad when it happens.

“I'd love to have more kids if that's what you want, sweetheart,” Keanu says and you smile, kissing him again. “But now let's go home. You need to lie down for the day.”

“Can we stop and buy the paint for Liam's room? We already know the color so it'll only take a minute.” You know you have to rest, but you can't help but feel excited for finally being able to finish off the baby's bedroom. “Please? I'll stay in the car.”

Keanu gives you a look because sometimes you don't always do as you said you would. “Fine, but you won't be painting anything. I can do it myself.”

Nodding, you watch as he takes your bag and guides you out of the hospital room you hate so much. Hopefully, there will be a day you won't have to keep coming here, not because of some incident and not for any appointments.

You did wait in the car this time, and as much as you wanted to hit the mall and buy everything blue and green, Keanu forces you to give up the idea and head straight home. And when you get there, you have his undivided attention. He doesn't only make an incredible lunch, and an incredible dinner, he gives your legs a massage, and it takes a lot of effort to just lie down instead of jumping on him. But this is peaceful, slow, and sweet.

In the weeks that follow, nothing bad happens. You feel great, but you also heavier. Liam is growing fast, and you can't wait any longer to meet him. And neither can Keanu. He gets even more protective with time if that's even possible. And after you almost slipped in the shower, you're not even allowed to shower by yourself. Of course you pretend you're annoyed, but the truth is that you love it.

Despite feeling uncomfortable during this period, Keanu makes everything perfect. There are still no signs you'll get the memories back, and that's a fact now, but you'll follow your psychologist's advice. And Laura's advice, since they're pretty much the same. Living in the past will only get in the way of what's happening now. You have an amazing husband, who loves you deeply, and a child on the way. The present is wonderful, and you won't let anything ruin it.

You're around week 37 now, marking it on the calendar on the fridge door, a hand on your back as you make your way to the kitchen table. Keanu is still upstairs, and you take this chance to pour some honey on your plate. You're still eating the awkward combination when he comes to the kitchen, and you try not to let him see. But Keanu sees everything, and when he takes his place across from you, you feel his eyes burning.

“What?” You innocently ask, shrugging your shoulders.

“Are you eating bacon with honey?”

Biting your lip, you raise an eyebrow at him. “I happen to love honey. And bacon. So it makes sense.” He giggles and you kick his leg under the table. “Don't mess with the pregnant lady.” Warning him, you push the plate away. “I'm done anyway. I'll move to the couch if you don't mind, my back really hurts.”

“Sure. I'll join you in a bit.”

“Ok.” Dragging yourself to the living room, you lie down, hands on your swollen belly. You're almost drifting off to sleep when you feel Keanu sitting down, lifting your legs so he can move closer, caressing your thighs. “Ke, I'm huge.” You complain, eyes on the bump.

“You're beautiful.” Bending down, he places a kiss on your exposed belly, since you have the shirt pulled up. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Yeah, I doubt that.” Pouting a little, you try to hold back the giggle when you see his eyebrow raised.

“I would love to show how beautiful I think you are, but Dr. Williams told us to give it a little break.”

“Don't even remind me.” You never complained about anything with your obstetrician, but when she told you and Keanu should probably avoid sleeping together, you had to speak up. Even though your cheeks were burning. But in the end, you did comply. And you wouldn't have much of a choice anyway, since Keanu does everything the doctors say. “I heard your phone beeping. Everything alright in Arch?”

“Yes. That was just Lucia.” He says, obviously a little annoyed. “She just moved here. She's renting an apartment not so far away.”

“What the hell.” Sighing, you roll your eyes. This woman won't leave you alone, it doesn't matter what you say. “Why is she doing that? Isn't it obvious we don't want her around?” A couple of weeks ago she showed up again, and another argument happened. Keanu had to kick her out because the recommendations were that you shouldn't be put under any kind of stress.

“She loves you and the baby. That's why she wants to be around.” You don't get it. Keanu doesn't like her either, so why does he still speak like this?

“I know you can't stand her, you don't have to fake it with me.”

“But this isn't about me, sweetheart, it's about you and the people who were in your life before.”

The kindness in his voice makes you sit up, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You're amazing, did you know that?” Placing kisses on his face, you smile. “I love you. I'm worried to death and I'm trying not to get anxious with the labor, but you're making everything perfect. You're the best husband I could ever have.”

“I'm just trying to be the husband you deserve.” With a hand caressing your cheek, Keanu kisses you full on the lips, and you take no time before kissing him back. You don't know what you'd do without him, but luckily, you won't ever have to find out.

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Trust (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [SMUT]

Title: trust Rating: Explicit Length: 3600 Warnings: Smut (female receiving oral, interrupted sex, sex) and slight angst. Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set in late January 1995. You can read more about the Sun Gym Gang here. Fun fact, this was not what was supposed to be posted today. I had an entire other chapter half-written but I wasn’t happy with it, so... here go. Maybe you’ll get some more smut tomorrow or maybe not, who knows. Summary: Reader tells Javier something he’s not thrilled about.

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You dipped the knife into the butter container and spread it over your piece of toast. “I’m probably going to be late Friday.” You informed Javier. All week you had been planning on telling him, but you kept putting it off. Saturday became Sunday, Sunday became Monday and now it was Wednesday.

“What have they got you doing?”

You took a bite of your bread, though it tasted like sandpaper as you considered how to tell him.

The Miami PD has hired you to be a consultant. Which was, for all intents and purposes, a cozy little desk job. But they also knew your area of specialty laid outside of the office.

“I don’t want to have this conversation in front of Josie.” You said as you sat your toast down on your plate.

“Goddammit.” Javier swore under his breath, his jaw working as he averted his gaze.

You sighed heavily as you watched him, trying to read his nearly unreadable expression.

“It’s just a one-time thing.”

He pushed his fingers through his hair and sank back in his seat, shaking his head. “How dangerous is it?”

You scraped your teeth over your bottom lip, “It’s a sting.”

Javier set his jaw hard and stared at you. “Fine.” He swallowed and looked away again, staring at a spot on the floor.

“Fine?” You questioned warily. “Don’t one-word answer me Javi, i know you’re pissed.”

“I’m not pissed.” He admitted. “I’m not about to stand in the way of your career, baby. But I don’t f-u-c-k-ing like it.”

“It’s just this one time.” You promised him. “They need someone with the knowledge on Friday night. I can handle a sting.”

“Just be safe.” Javier shook his head, looking towards Josie then. “Not just for me, but for her too.”

You swallowed thickly. “I’m always safe.” You got up slowly, walking around the table to him. “Javi.”

He curled his arm around your hips, pulling you towards his chair. Javier leaned forward and pressed his forehead against your upper stomach.

“You’re allowed to be upset,” You told him as you combed your fingers through his hair. “But I am doing this. I’ve been dying to get back in the field since I was pregnant with Josie.” Some part of you had withered up and died while you were stuck on desk duty.

“I want to know everything. When, where, who.” He tilted his head to look up at you, his chin resting against you. “Not that I don’t trust the Miami PD, but…”

“They’re not you.” You brushed your fingertips over his forehead, playing with the hair that fell there. “I’ll bring the files home tonight and let you review everything. They’re good at their jobs. Crime rates have been falling steadily.” You rubbed your thumb over the worry line between his brows. “And you know I’m good.”

“I know baby.” Javier gave the back of your leg a squeeze where he was holding you, before he leaned back in the chair. “You should eat.”

You leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, letting your forehead rest against the side of his head before he retreated back to your seat. You knew he was pissed, you could see it in the way his shoulders were tense, the way his fingers were curled into a fist. But neither of those things deterred you from doing what you loved.

———

Javier rubbed at the side of his neck as he sifted through the stack of files you had brought home. He sighed heavily, jaw clenched tightly as he glanced across the table at you. “I don’t like it. These guys seem capable of anything.” He shuffled another file. “And the Sun Gym Gang? For fuck’s sake.”

You folded your arms across your chest, chewing on your bottom lip. “It all started with a gym—”

“I get it.” He cut you off. “But I don’t like it.” Javier leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “What they did to this Schiller guy? Baby…” He shook his head slowly.

“Javier,” You started firmly. “I went undercover with the Medellín Cartel, I think I can handle a couple of roid-rage bodybuilders.”

“What does this have to do with anything you were hired to consult on?”

“Schiller is from Colombia.” You raked your fingers through your hair as you sighed. “And the gang is currently impersonating service members.”

Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head slowly. “I get that, but…” He lifted his gaze to meet your eyes. “I don’t blame them for wanting you to get involved. You’re probably the best goddamn asset they’ve got.”

You pressed your lips together, exhaling slowly as you shrugged. I’ve gone headfirst into dangerous situations before. They know what I’m capable of.” You leaned across the table then, grabbing the rolled-up blueprint. You unfurled it, using the salt and pepper shakers to keep the corners held down.

“Look.” You gestured for him, standing along the side of the table and pointing at the plans. “We’ll have police here and here.” You pointed to the houses on either side of Lugo’s house. “The houses have been emptied throughout the week.”

Javier stood beside you, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. “Do you have cover here?” He questioned, pointing to a narrow strip of land behind the property.

“There should be someone posted up along the back road, but I can get cover there.” You nodded, still chewing at your bottom lip as you watched him out of the corner of your eyes. “I should only be in there for less than a minute.”

“You’ve got your bases covered.” Javier’s shoulders sank then and he turned to look at you. “I don’t know how I feel about you playing a call girl, but you’ve got this planned out.”

“We are just trying to get proof that Lugo and his accomplices are there.” You turned around and leaned against the table. “I should be home by midnight.”

Javier rolled the blueprints up, twisting the rubber band around it to hold them in place. “I’ll be up.” He told you, his eyes lingering on your face. He reached out, curling his hand around your hip, “I don’t like you being out there without me.”

“I know.” You whispered, cupping his cheek as you looked up at him. “If you ever decide you want back in the field…” You trailed off as he shook his head. “I know.” You ran your thumb down the curve of his cheekbone and then along his bottom lip. “Thank you for not trying to take this away from me.”

He kissed the pad of your thumb, “I would never do that.” Javier promised. “This is what you’re good at. What you love.” He shook his head. “I’m an asshole, but I’m not that kind of asshole.”

“But you hate this.”

“So fucking much, baby.” He laughed bitterly, his hands settling at your hips. “But this is your thing. So I’m gonna support you.” Javier’s eyes flickered towards your lips briefly. There was a heat there, stoked by his barely concealed frustration.

You curled your hand around the back of his neck, drawing him downwards so you could kiss him. It was hesitant at first, lips brushing against his, before he deepened the kiss. His grip tightened at your hip and he pressed close to you.

A soft moan escaped you as your fingers moved to work at the buttons of his shirt, tugging the hem out of his jeans as you forced the fabric down his arms. He lifted you up, sitting you on the edge of the table. You hooked a leg around his, pulling him closer.

Javier’s teeth dragged over your bottom lip, his fingers delving into your hair as his other hand roamed along your side. He roughly palmed at your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top, your nipple pebbling beneath his touch. Your back arched, pressing against him.

Your nails scraped over the back of his neck, as you reached down between you to work his belt out of his jeans. Javier pulled back from the kiss, both of you breathing heavily as he took a step back to push his jeans down his hips.

You licked your lips as your eyes swept over him, watching as he shoved his boxers off after his jeans. You followed suit, sliding off the table to shimmy out of your pajama bottoms and underwear.

“Baby.” Javier breathed out as he moved towards you once more. He lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his hips as your arms slid over his shoulders. His mouth slanted over yours, tongue delving past your lips to tangle with yours.

You reached downwards, fingers curling around his cock to guide him to your center. His hand tightened at your hip, holding you steady as he thrust forward. You gasped against his lips as he drew back and pressed into you again.

“Shh.” Javier reminded you, lips brushing against yours..

“You feel…” You whispered, breath coming out in soft puffs against his lips as you clung to his shoulders. “—so good.” You dragged your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp.

He held your gaze as his grip loosened at your hip. His hand skimmed up your side, before his fingers came to rest against your throat. “Good?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head. “Yes.” You murmured, lashes fluttering as his fingers loosely curled around your throat, sliding up to grasp your jaw. “Javi.”

“That’s it baby.” Javier held your gaze, “Keep your eyes on me.”

A shiver ran down your spine and heat pooled in your lower belly as you held his gaze. “Please.” You whispered, rolling your hips — trying to urge him on. He tightened his grip on your hip, keeping you from moving them again. “Don’t tease, Javi.” You hissed, clenching around him in retaliation.

Javier ran his thumb down the center of your throat, your breath trembling past your lips as he applied the faintest amount of pressure. He pulled back, his cock nearly slipping free of you before he slammed back into you. Your lips parted as a cry rose up the back of your throat, but he was quick to crush his mouth to yours, fingers gripping at your jaw as he kissed you.

Your eyes fell closed briefly and Javier was quick to swat your hip. “Eyes on me.” He reminded you as he started to build a rhythm, thrusting into you again and again.

A quiet moan escaped you as you kept your eyes locked on his. You curled your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss but you paused, lashes fluttering as you tried to focus on a sound down the hallway. Shit.

“Well, fuck.” Javier muttered as he heard it too. He gave your leg a little squeeze as he pulled out of you. “Go. I’ll clean up out here.”

You nodded, slowly sliding off the table. “She has impeccable timing.” You remarked, grimacing a little as Josie’s cries got a little louder. “Mommy’s coming!” You called out to her as you pulled your underwear and sleep pants back on.

“Or not.” Javier quipped and you slapped his arm.

“Shut it.”

You tugged the hair tie off your wrist with your teeth, quickly tying your hair back as you headed down the hallway to Josie’s room. “Shh, shh.” You hushed as you pushed the door open and quickly turned the light on. “What’s wrong baby?” You questioned softly as you scooped her up out of her bed.

She threw her arms around your neck and clung to you desperately. “Scary clown.”

“Oh, poor baby.” You kissed her temple. “Did you have a nightmare?”

You moved towards the rocking chair in the corner, keeping her nestled to your chest as you sat down. “It was just a bad dream, babydoll.” You assured her, slowly rocking the chair.

Josie whimpered quietly, “It scary!”

“I know, pumpkin. I know.” You rubbed her back. “But it was just a bad dream. It wasn’t real.”

“Did someone have a nightmare?” Javier questioned as he appeared in the door, his shirt very clearly hastily tucked into his jeans.

You nodded your head. “I told you not to leave that VHS laying around.”

“I thought it was out of her reach.” Javier made a face, tucking his hands into his jean pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Daddy!” Josie made grabby hands for him and he made his way over to kneel beside the rocking chair. “You don’t have to worry about your nightmares, princesa, because mommy and daddy are here to keep you safe.” He promised her.

You reached out and brushed your fingers over his mussed hair, smiling softly at him. “Your daddy has nightmares too.”

“Of clownies?”

Javier nodded slowly, a small smile creasing at the corners of his lips. “Yes, of clownies.” He took Josie’s hand into his, leaning forward to press a kiss to the back of it. “Sometimes I have bad dreams that clowns are trying to hurt you and mommy, but then I wake up… and it was just a bad dream.”

Josie’s bottom lip trembled a little and you rubbed her back. “You know, Josie… Sometimes when you have bad dreams you can make them better. All you have to do is think about things you love. Like mommy and daddy… or playing with Olivia.”

“And Unca Steve?”

Javi rolled his eyes. “Nah, he’s afraid of clowns.”

You nudged him with your foot. “Or Aunt Connie and Uncle Steve. Anything that makes you happy.”

“Tea parties?”

“Exactly.” You said as you kissed the top of her head. “You just have to think really hard about good memories and it’ll chase the bad dreams away.”

“You wanna try going back to sleep, sweetheart?” Javier questioned, holding his arms out to take her from you. She cuddled against his chest, sucking on her thumb as he bounced her softly.

“Mhm.” Josie mumbled, already fighting the urge to go back to sleep. Her face was streaked with the tears she’d shed waiting for you to come get her and she looked exhausted.

You rose to your feet, following them towards her bed. “You’re a big girl, Josie.” You told her as Javi laid her down in bed. “I know you can fight off those scary dreams.” You leaned down and played with her soft curls. “Love you baby girl.” You whispered, kissing her forehead.

“Ni-night.” She said, dramatically waving her hand at both of you.

“Sleep well, princesa.” Javier said softly, moving towards the door and waiting for you to step out before he shut off the light and closed the door.

He swept his fingers through his hair as he turned to look at you, “Well that was... “ He laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck as he shook his head.

You folded your arms across your chest and leaned against the wall, “I’m going to be careful, okay?”

His smile faltered and he gave a stiff nod. “I know you will.”

“And I’ll be home in time to tuck you in,” You promised with a teasing tone, pushing off the wall and reaching for him. “So you don’t have any nightmares of clowns.” You tilted your head to look up at him.

Javi huffed quietly, his eyes flickering over your face. “Has the moment passed?”

You rubbed your lips together thoughtfully. “It could be reclaimed…”

He stole a quick kiss before he curled his fingers around your hand and led you down the hallway to your bedroom.

There was a reverence in the way he guided you onto the bed, in the way his hands stroked over your bared skin as he peeled your tank and pants off. In the way he knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled you to the edge.

“Javi.” You breathed out, fingers grabbing at his hair, clinging to him as his mouth descended upon your slick folds. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, your thighs framing his cheeks as his tongue circled your clit and made you clench around nothing. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, bound to leave little marks there.

Your hand spread out against the duvet as your back arched up off the bed, your fingers tightened in the fabric — needing purchase in something as his mouth effortless pushed you over the edge you’d been teetering on. But he didn’t relent there.

Javier’s hand flattened out across your lower stomach, holding you down as he worked his tongue into you, dragging it through your aching flesh, before it returned to tease your clit. He was so fucking thorough. He knew exactly how to drive you mad.

He left you trembling as he pulled back, his lips and mustache glistening with your arousal as he shot you a wicked grin. “Look at you.” Javi drawled out as he licked his lips. He held your gaze as his hand slipped down between your thighs and he pressed a single finger into you, his thumb sweeping over that throbbing bundle of nerves he’d already worked.

“You’re going to kill me.” You laughed breathlessly, catching his wrist and pulling it away. “And you are far too dressed.” You pressed your palm against his chest, pushing him back as you sat up on the edge of the bed.

Javier tenderly brushed his fingers over your cheek, looking down at you as you unfastened his jeans and pushed them down his hips. “Goddamn.” He breathed out as you curled your fingers around his cock.

You trailed your tongue over your bottom lip as you looked up at him. “You want me to keep my eyes on you, again?” You questioned, dragging your fingers along the length of him.

“I want you to lay back on the bed.” He told you, pushing his fingers through your hair, twisting the strands between them.

You inhaled sharply, grinning up at him. “You’re such a bastard, Javi.” You retorted, defying him as you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock.

He pulled at your hair, grabbing at your hip as he moved swiftly to push you back onto the bed. “Didn’t you hear me, baby?”

You smirked up at him as he pulled your legs around his hips. “You think I listen to you, baby?” You countered, mimicking his tone. It got you exactly the response you wanted, he reached down and guided his cock into you.

Javier leaned over you, dipping down to catch your lips. Your fingers dragged through his hair, resting at the back of his neck as you kissed him back with equal fervor. Your legs wrapped around his hips, holding him close as he bucked into you.

He nipped at your bottom lip, before he trailed a line of kisses along your jawline and down your throat. He caught hold of your free hand, interlacing your fingers and pressing it back against the mattress beside your head.

“Javier.” You panted out, your hips rolling in time with his. You were already so sensitive from his mouth, you could feel the beginning flutters of your release, your body clenching tightly around his cock.

“Let go, baby.” Javier rasped out, his lips close to your ears as his hips snapped forward. He pressed the full length of his cock into you, grinding his hips against yours. He squeezed your hand tightly, three short squeezes as his mouth reclaimed yours.

You couldn’t have held back if you wanted to. His words set off your release, pleasure slamming into you — your back bowing up off the bed. Your nails scraped down his back, certain to leave angry red marks in your wake. You could mark him too.

Javier pressed his forehead against yours, his breath coming out in heavy puffs against your lips. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He murmured. You couldn’t help but watch him, to take in the look on his face as he pressed into you one last time as he came apart. The way his lashes fluttered, his lips parted, and finally the way his eyes opened and he stared down at you with a look of sheer adoration.

A long time ago you had mistaken that look for something else. You had taken for granted the way he stroked your hair, the way he brushed his nose against yours. You had mistaken his tenderness for false affection. But it was all yours. It had never faltered, not even when it should’ve.

You let go of him reluctantly, already missing the weight of his body against yours. Javier sank back onto the bed and you moved to join him, nestling in close beside him. “I promise I’ll be safe.” You told him, pressing kisses along his jaw as you stroked your hand over his chest.

Javier trailed his fingers down the length of your back, “I don’t want to lose you.” He admitted quietly.

“You’re not.” You kissed his neck. “Did I ever take risks before?”

“You have been shot.”

“Once.” You gave him a look as you brushed your fingers over his jaw. “I have you and Josie to come home to. I’m not taking risks. I trust my team.”

He swallowed thickly and relented. “I trust you.”

You draped your leg over his, settling your cheek against his chest. “I’ll page you before and after I go in.”

“Thank you.” He said as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You knew he was thinking about Daniel. About the last time he went on a stakeout. You knew his nightmares as well as you knew your own. And you weren’t about to make them become a reality.

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normalg-irl · 5 years

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When People Ask Me What I’m Doing After Graduation This Is What I’ll Say | May 3, 2019

So, I don’t have a job lined up for after graduation. I’m also not volunteering with the JVC or Americorps like some of my friends who enjoy helping people. I don’t have an internship, and I’m not traveling anywhere. I actually have no idea what I want to do? Like as a career, but also … in life? So I’ve decided to construct an honest answer to provide to anyone who asks me what I’m doing after graduation. If you, too, do not have a “plan” for post-grad, you are welcome to join me in the glorious city of Hartford, Connecticut, where these 5 post-grad steps will be carried out.

Step 1: Watch Game of Thrones.

Never having seen Game of Thrones makes me feel almost as shitty as never having seen any of the Harry Potter movies (never mind never having read the books). This is the first time I’m admitting that. I usually just play along like,

“I would be in Gryffindor, no doubt. My favorite spell is Leviosa. JK Rowling is honestly a legend.”

I’m embarrassed to confess how uncultured I am. But, with GoT, it’s way too complicated. You can’t just skim the surface like,

“Winter is coming. Jon Snow is my favorite character. Yeah, I’m not bothered by the incest either.”

I’m going to take the first three weeks immediately after graduation to binge GoT and get caught up to speed for the sake of the culture. And also for my own mental health because I’ve been feeling excluded and anxious every time Khaleesi is brought up around me. She sounds like a legend, almost more so than JK Rowling.

Step 2: Exercise lightly.

After the three weeks of binging Game of Thrones I’ll probably try and get my body looking right. No one tells you that going to Punta Cana for spring break turns you into a drinking-machine-party-fiend. The all-inclusive trip destroys all tendencies of eating vegetables and run-walking on the treadmill. For the latter portion of senior year all I’ve known, and all I’ve wanted to know, are Miami Vices (pina coladas and strawberry daiquiris mixed for the ignorant lames), permanent sunburns and foggy conversations with the same people over and over again.

So, with that, health and fitness has plummeted drastically on the list of priorities. Before entering the “real world” I’ll need to burn off all the fried chicken I swallowed whole while floating around in the Punta Cana resort pool. Step 2 is necessary in order to bury that part of the identity and embrace a classier manifestation of self.

Step 3: My high school friends and I become so bored that we go get frozen yogurt and have a really awkward encounter with someone random from our past.

Step 3 can be weaseled in at any point in the post-grad plan. Preferably I will complete step 3 multiple times, almost on a weekly basis. I envision a lot of days playing out like this:

11:00AM: Wake up.

11:04AM: Enter an “Instagram k hole” (This is a term I just learned. It’s when you get so deep into Instagram it feels kind of like you did too much Ketamine, and you’re seriously f*cked up).

12:10PM: Mom is getting home, so I quickly stage a job application workshop in the kitchen.

12:30PM: Mom really wants me to try harder at applying for jobs, I tell her I will.

12:45PM - 4:20PM: *Insert step 1 or step 2 here, depending on what level you’ve reached of the plan.* So this block of time can be filled with either culture binging, or getting the body right.

4:20PM: By this time culture = binged, or body = right. Both great outcomes. Send a text in the group chat, everyone’s down to hang, obv. No one has a job.

7:30PM: Not sure how those three hours were spent. Potentially was sucked into another k hole, but this time mind was completely erased.

8:25PM: Group unites at the friend’s house who has the most chill parents.

8:30PM - 9:50PM: Vaping, light gossip, and brief but intense Instagram k holes are accompanied by a random TV show playing in the background like Catfish or anything on TLC.

10:00PM: One friend suggests getting frozen yogurt. It’s the best idea she’s had in years.

10:15PM: Arrive at Sweet Frog dizzy off the vape. The smell inside is extremely nauseating. Someone might pass out in Sweet Frog.

10:16PM: Everyone fills up their cups with a mixture of flavors. One friend just gets a ton of those little balls with juice inside of them. She’s a psychopath.

10:19PM: I enter a frozen yogurt k hole. Halfway through the fro-yo I realize I do not like fro-yo. But then all of a sudden my cup is empty.

10:23PM: The awkward encounter the entire group has been anticipating finally happens. The middle school basketball coach enters Sweet Frog with his new girlfriend. He has no idea how old we are. He can’t even make a guess. He is intoxicated in Sweet Frog. He kisses us on the cheeks. His girlfriend is really pretty.

10:41PM: I leave Sweet Frog feeling awkward and sick. But it was something I had to do. And it’s something you have to do. It’s only right.

Step 4: Shock my parents’ friends when I say, “I have no idea what I want to do” in the Big Y parking lot.

After the Sweet Frog interactions, awkward encounters will be nothing but a thang. I expect them to spice up the depressing post-grad days, and will probably become a favored activity.

So when my Mom asks me to go to Big Y to get a watermelon (she likes to give me random tasks), I’ll be kind of excited to go.

When I see Mrs. Miller in the parking lot, I won’t pretend not to see her. She asks me what I’m up to, what my “plan” is, and when I tell her about binging GoT and going to Sweet Frog and working out every few days, her face grows concerned and I am hoping she talks about my excellent plan with the other moms. I just want to be talked about, honestly.

I help Mrs. Miller put her groceries in her minivan so she thinks I’m still a good person even if I have no ambition.

“Good luck, sweetie.”

She nods empathetically from her minivan window as I stand alone in my pajamas in the Big Y parking lot carrying a watermelon.

Step 5: Read a life-changing book at the town pool.

I haven’t read a book in years. Reflecting on my life, I may never have actually finished a full novel. What if I’m in a job interview and the interviewer asks me what my favorite book is? I need to have something truthful and profound to say. The Fault in Our Stars isn’t going to cut it. I could maybe swing saying that the Game of Thrones series is my favorite, because I’m pretty sure they were books before a TV show? But that feels like it’d be super transparent at this point.

I can’t go into an intellectual discussion with some alternative, experimental book all confident like, “Have you read The Girl with the Chastity Belt’s Lullaby? It’s my favorite.”

No, you need something absolutely classic like To Kill a Mockingbird or Don Quixote or Fifty Shades of Grey. I’ll probably pick up War and Peace and call it a day. Been meaning to read that one. And then off to the pool I go.

I see myself spending a super relaxing time by the pool with my book. There are no annoying kids splashing around the day I decide to go and conquer my book. It’ll be closed off for academics on their sabbaticals just like me who want to peacefully read and feed their brains.

As I flip around War and Peace, I see a ton of pages, and a ton of words I don’t know. I suck at reading. I don’t know how to read. I can read the words, but the whole time my mind is thinking about potential boyfriends and potential parties and potential conversations. All which might never happen.

War and Peace spirals me into an anxiety k hole, which I think is actually just an anxiety attack, and I storm out of the pool without even buying french fries from the snack bar.

That’s as far as I’m going to make it into step 5.

And there we have it my friends. Graduating without a job isn’t that scary if you embrace my perfect five-step post-graduation plan. Because, believe me, once you do it all - once you’ve watched eight seasons of Game of Thrones, hit Sweet Frog a couple hundred times, toned a few muscles, run into lots of moms, and “read” War and Peace … you will be ready to hightail it back to NYC - and maybe even land a job.

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Published by The Rival at Fordham University on May 3, 2019

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nebulawritings · 4 years

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Birthday Massage

This is pure, unabashed, indulgent smut, people. Re-write of The Nanny Affair Chapter Four. There is dialect and writing taken directly from the Choices app, which they own the content and characters of. MC is Anna. Enjoy! Written in the Second Person (like the app). First time I’ve written in that style.

Choices Stories You Play: The Nanny Affair

Pairing: F!MC (Anna) x M!Sam

Reading Time: ~ 5 minutes

Warning: Mature content. Buckets of it. If you’re not old enough, behave and don’t read.

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“Goodnight, everyone”. Fuming, not looking back, you return to your room and sit heavily on your bed, still unsure of what happened. You’re holding the massage bar you bought for Sam, having not put it down after trying to tidy a little, just before Sofia arrived. Huffing, you pull out your phone to text the one friend you know who’ll understand.

OMG Sofia is here – Anna

WAT!!! – Jenny

She dropped in unannounced during Sam’s bday dinner. She’s freaking terrible! You should’ve seen the way she was treating everyone. She LITERALLY called me the help – Anna

Gross. Wat did Sam say – Jenny

Nothing. – Anna

EXCUUUUUUUUSE ME?! – Jenny

He tried. But Sofia kept talking over him. Honestly, I think Sam was too shocked to do more – Anna

I hope so. Cuz otherwise. WTF – Jenny

I don’t know, Jen, there’s no way I can compete with that. She bought the boys Armani watches. ARMANI, JENNY, ARMANI– Anna

Listen, babe, u gotta sho him wat he’s missing out on. Remember the bar boy in Miami? – Jenny

OMG when are you going to stop using Miami guy against me?! – Anna

All I’m sayin is dat you worked harder for that, and he wasn’t a hot stuff multi-gajillionaire! Did Miami guy leave the gala with Lucy Street? Nuh uh, gurl, he left wit you – Jenny

You‘re halfway through responding when a knock on your door pries you away from the phone screen. If it’s Sofia with dry cleaning or something I swear I’m not accountable for my actions you think to yourself, before opening the door to find that Sam is standing in your doorway, shirt unbuttoned and chest bare, looking tired and dishevelled and yet, somehow, still incredibly sexy.

“Anna…”

“Sam, hey…Is everything okay?”. You’re surprised to see him at your door, and you try to push the thoughts of why he’s turned up, looking like that, to see you from your mind.

“Can we talk? Sofia is gone, and the boys are down for the night”.

At the mention of her name you feel anger bubbling up, and your expression hardens. “I was about to go to bed, actually”.

“It won’t take long. I need to apologize for what happened”.

Sam touches his neck tenderly and releases a heavy sigh. Your hands itch to help him relieve some of that tension, to stroke him, to touch him…His gaze meets yours, pleading with you.

“Please. I don’t like how we left things back there”.

Your resolve wavers, and your mind flicks back to the conversation you had with Jenny. To the small, delicate package folded neatly in your bathroom, an impulse buy when you’d been out with the boys earlier that you’d hoped would be an extra surprise for Sam, should the night have gone that way. It hadn’t, not with the entrance of Sofia, but she was gone now. After a lingering look, you step back and give Sam space to enter the room. You close the door behind him and turn, gasping softly when you find him surprisingly close.

“I’m so sorry, Anna. I never should’ve let Sofia talk to you that way. I should’ve been more insistent that she stop immediately, instead of trying to wait for an opening ”.

Sam reaches out and places his hands over your shoulders. You tense, wanting him to touch you and leave you alone all at once. “Sam…Why didn’t you stop her right away?”. You feel a little betrayed, although the goosepimples rising where his warm hands rest on your skin do nothing to hide your other feelings about him.

“I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of the boys…But that’s no excuse. Especially since Sofia ended up doing that anyway” he replied, remorseful.

“She made me feel like I wasn’t even there, Sam”.

“I told her that was completely unacceptable as soon as I finished putting the boys to bed”.

Despite everything, a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. Of course she didn’t put them to bed, wouldn’t want to break a nail. You try not to be too smug, although the thought of her wrestling them into bed makes it hard not to smile more. “Oh?” you say, trying to sound nonchalant, “Aunt Sofia didn’t want to do it?”.

Sam hesitates. “She…struggles with them. I decided to save us all an hour or two and take over”.

You meet Sam’s gaze, and feel yourself start to thaw a bit. His hands slip away from your shoulders, causing you to shiver as they go.

“Sam…I forgive you”. You smile softly. “You make it hard to stay mad at you”.

“Good”.

Your expressions sours. “It’s not the same as an apology from her, though. Also, why isn’t Sofia here, talking to me herself? Is she too good to apologize to ‘the help’”. You make speech marks in the air, and Sam winces a little, clearly uncomfortable at you referring to yourself like that.

“I told her to go home. I just…”. He sighs. “I just wanted to enjoy what was left of my birthday. Everything had been so perfect…until she got here”.

You notice how he looks tense, as he rubs his shoulders with a pained expression. “I just got these knots out, and they’re already back”.

Your mind flicks to the massage bar, to the package wrapped up in your bathroom, and you make an instant decision. In the short time you’ve known him, you’ve seen Sam as a thoughtful, kind person who wants to make the world a better place; and someone like Sofia was not going to be anywhere near good enough for him. Or the boys. Aside from that, he was gorgeous; and Jenny was right. You knew how to play the game, and play it you would. “Maybe I can do something about that for you”. You move behind Sam and slip your palms over his shoulders, digging your thumbs into the tense muscles. He groans loudly, and you relish in the sound.

“Ohmygod…That feels…But you’ve already done more than enough, Anna”.

You smile, kneading harder. “Not as far as these knots are concerned”. Sam moans again and you shiver at the noise, resolve hardening with every passing moment. Your lips find his ear, speaking just above a whisper. “Tell me where it hurts”.

“A little higher. Almost – Ohhhh…”.

You dig your thumbs harder into his back, and you feel him melt into your touch. “You should get on the bed” you whisper into his ear boldly. You see Sam swallow, and he looks at you for a long moment before obeying. Your mind wanders, and you can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. You watch Sam stretch out on the bed, facing away from you, and you smile. “I’ll be five minutes” you promise, “could you take your pants off?”. You slip into your ensuite before he could ask questions.

A little more than five minutes later and you emerge, Sam still facing away from you.

“You know” he muses, hearing the ensuite door open, “I think you’re one of the only people who’ve kept me waiting and I’m not…”. His voice trails off as he turns to look at you, and he swallows hard. “Anna…”.

You blush at the way he stares at you, but you stand firm. Slowly you move over to the bed, the white silk dressing gown you’re wearing not doing anything to hide the lacy, red bra and matching thong you’d changed into, nothing else covering you. You’d chosen the deep red to compliment your skin, and you looked killer, if you did say so yourself. Then again, by the look on Sam’s face, you didn’t need to tell yourself that he liked what he saw. “Would you like a massage, Mr Dalton?” you purred, licking your lower lip as you approached the edge of the bed, slipping the silken gown off painfully slowly.

“I…You-“

“Shhh” you whisper, smiling softly. You reach over to the massage bar and straddle his back, a warm wave of pleasure rippling through you as your bare skin touches his, pleasantly surprised that he’d obeyed, and was now only wearing his boxers (the shirt also discarded on the floor). You rub the bar over your hands, making them slick with the sweet-smelling oil, before you splay them on his shoulders. Sam groans immediately, and you bite your lip, mapping every contour of his toned back and shoulders; admiring the tanned skin on show.

“You feel…That feels…” he mutters, shifting and squirming under your touch as you move your hands lower, daring to slip beneath the material of his boxers, toying with his hips and butt. Sam inhales sharply, and you note his toes and fingers curling. “Ohhh…Christ, Anna…What are you doing to me”.

You shiver, the way his voice aches your name making a pool of excitement rise up within you. “Good things, I hope” you replied, bending down. Your breasts press against his back as you whisper in his ear. “Sam, I…” you couldn’t say anything else, as his lips caught your own in a passionate kiss. All thoughts of what you were going to say drifted away and you allow yourself to be pulled down, the room spinning as he flips you over; now looking down at you with hungry eyes. The way you watch them rake over your body makes you giddy, and you shift beneath him. “No fair” you mutter, placing your hands flat against his chest. “I wasn’t done”. You push back and Sam lets you, laughing a little as you settle on-top of him again, facing him this time.

“You look incredible” he muttered, daring to slide his hands over your body. “Is this part of my birthday gift?”. His voice is husky with want, his hands toying with your bra.

“It is” you reply, sliding down his front. “Now, let me show you how else I can work my hands”.

Sam inhales sharply and swears under his breath as you rub the front of his boxers, delighted at his obvious excitement. Slowly you pull them down, your face now next to his hips, and you gasp softly, feeling that desire building up in your core again as you looked upon him. “Why, Mr Dalton” you muttered, gently taking him in your hand, “you kept this quiet, didn’t you?”. You watch gleefully as he opened his mouth to respond, only for his reply to melt into a guttural groan, your hand now pumping his cock, thumb swiping over the head where a bead of pre-cum had appeared.

“Don’t stop” he pleads, “that feels so good…Don’t stop…”.

His voice and his words spur you on, your own anticipation building and building. You bend your head and lick the tip of his cock, a sudden gasp from Sam all the permission you need to take him into your mouth. You bob up and down, moaning around his girth, your mouth full and dripping with saliva and precum, dribbling down your chin. Unable to take it anymore, you slip a free hand underneath the lacy material of your thong, and you run gentle circles over your clit; moaning harder.

“Anna, I-I can’t-!” Sam groans, his hips bucking into your mouth. You moan louder, preparing for his release, when you suddenly find yourself being flipped over. You gasp as his fingers find your soaking core, and he starts to rub, desperately, making you squirm and cry out. “Sam!” you beg, melting under his ministrations. Your cries were smothered by a desperate, passionate kiss and you eagerly returned it, your tongue swiping over his as he positioned himself over you, all the while moving his fingers in just the right way to make you putty in his hands.

His eyes, dark and foggy with lust, found yours and you nod in answer to the silent question. You wrap your arms around his back, clinging onto him desperately as he slips inside you, groaning loudly as he pushes in, slowly, savouring it.

“Ohhhh God….Sam, please” you beg now, bucking your hips in time with his as he thrusts in and out of you, again and again, hitting that sweet spot oh so deep inside. You’ve never felt anything like it, stars already blinding your vision but still riding the high; building over and over. “Please…!”.

“I’m not…I don’t” he says, voice strained, shaking his head.

“It’s okay!” you promise desperately, tugging him close and being forever grateful that Jenny had talked you into getting an IUD. “You can trust me, I swear just – Don’t stop. It’s okay, please. I need you to..! Please, Sam!”.

His resolve wavers and his lips meet yours again in a crashing embrace. “Anna-!” he cries out, finally, pressing himself into you fully as he comes undone, thrusting and groaning as he finishes deep inside of you.

Your own orgasm follows soon after, and you shiver uncontrollably, writhing beneath him as your nails dig into his back, shaking as you desperately cling to eachother, each one of you moving and grinding in sheer bliss

You slowly come down from your high, although you stayed connected for a while, laying together and enjoying the comforting silence and comedown.

“I’m glad these walls are insulated for noise control” Sam mutters, absently mindedly playing with a strand of your hair. “I wouldn’t want you to stay quiet if that’s what’s in store…Your voice is so damn sexy”.

You laugh and slap his chest, before running your hands over the skin. “I take it this means your not mad or…Gunna chuck me out?”.

Sam sits back, stared deeply into your eyes. “I would never” he whispers gently, stroking your cheek. “But what this means I…I don’t know”.

You nod, understanding, and rest your head against him. “Can we just enjoy this?” you ask softly, as you feel his grip tighten around you.

“I would like nothing more” he replied.

You feel a gentle kiss on your head and you sigh, content, slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms.

#choices stories you play #choices fanfiction #fanfiction #sam dalton #mc x sam #tna #the nanny affair #choices #choices tna

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theprologues · 3 years

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I don’t think Jerk will be dissociated from the baby now. After all, the purpose of his contract with Karlie has always been to pass on to others the image that he is a straight guy, right?! And what is the best way to solidify this image, even after a separation than the whole scenario in which him is now? Thus, he supposedly dated KK since 2012, his only “girlfriend” until today. If he had broken up with her, after “married” and dating for so many years, people would have speculated even more about his sexuality. Until recently, many thought he was gay, even “married”. But now, people say “He’s going to be a father, he’s not gay!” (As if gay people were not parents… ). How many people who were fervent gaylor and always said he was gay and believed in Kaylor have you not seen saying “he’s the father of Kloss’s baby!”? I’ve seen some fall for it. Now look at the bigger picture, he’s supposedly married to KK for 2 years, they’ve stepped up their paparazzi walks since “engagement” (they even gave their first kiss. Lol), KK supposedly sold her apartment in NY to move in with him, and now they have lived “together” since the wedding. They just bought a new house “together”, but KK is the only person seen there (There’s not a single picture of him in his new house, or arriving at it with KK. After that, one might appear).

Now visualize how the divorce will be a totally different situation. “KK, who recently gave birth to her first child, just split from JK. The couple came from a long relationship. They got engaged and married in 2018, the year they started live in together, after Kloss sold her apartment in NY. In 2019 they had a second marriage surrounded by friends. Recently, the ex couple bought a house in Miami, where Kloss was seen several times. At one time rumors of a possible breakup started to gain strength after KK was spotted by paparazzi leaving of their mansion carrying some boxes (I’d love to see that!) … ”. In short, when that happens, who will doubt that they were a couple and he is gay(long relationship, married, living in together, baby)?! Only who knows they were beards. And after that, when they talk about him, KK will be cemented like his ex wife with whom he had a child. This is not a problem, because how many articles have you seen specifically about him? I saw one, in all these years here.

Now the most important thing for me is how the girls are going to disengage their baby from JK. I think the news will mention that the baby is the fruit of her old relationship (not to mention him) and put Jerk in the dark. Or, if T / K are more daring (so they will never breach the contract by exposing JK directly, but they’ll plant the doubt about it. That’s what I bet!), the news will call the child just baby Kloss (not connecting the child to the name Swift, less risk of death), and they’ll walk around with the baby, regardless. Living their lives, letting everyone speculate about Tay’s real connection with the baby, and leaving that doubt in the air forever. For the most prejudiced fans and the general public, Tay’ll be the “cool aunt”, for gaylors, the doubt will remain forever. And for us, the smile on our face, watching the girls raise their child together (Demi Moore style).

#submission

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Pro: This is a plausible way it can play out. I was just talking to mutuals about a popular blog I follow. They are sisters and one sister her and her husband broke up recently and now she just announced she’s pregnant. She takes ownership of her ex-husband though whereas I have not seen that in the Karlie is pregnant articles. Very telling in my opinion!

#Submission #submission

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neo-nymph · 5 years

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NCT NSFW A-Z: Jaehyun

I went to the NeoCity concert in Miami a month ago and now I can't get NCT out of my head. So I present you with this :’)

A - Aftercare

He’d probably just lay next to you for like 5 minutes to catch his breath. He’d wrap his arms under you and pull you into his side watching you with heart eyes and a subtle grin as you pant little breaths. Once he’s mellowed out he’d go all soft boy again, doing small cute things like tying your hair back so you can cool off, wiping you off with a cool towel if things got messy, getting you some water if you want. Then it’s tiny kisses on your forehead and temple, probably cringy small talk about how cute you are when you moan for him and some cuddles.

B – Body Part

On you it’s probably your legs. It might sound weird but he just finds them absolutely gorgeous. Doesn’t matter if you’re tall or short or what you’re doing. Laying on the couch with some shorts, running around in one of his shirts with your legs bare, jumping out of the pool. Anything would drive him insane. He loves pressing kisses to them when things get intimate and running his fingers across them when cuddling.

C – Cum

Not his favorite thing in the world just because of how messy and annoying to clean it is, but kinda loves putting it on you. He might even have a thing for watching you play with it. Jaehyun seems like the type to be really into facials and swallowing. Painting your cute little face with thick, white streams, watching you rub it around between your fingers or seeing the white pool disappear between your lips after fucking your mouth is like the cherry on top of his sundae.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was into creampies too. He’d push himself inside you as deep as he could when he cums and pulls back to see it slowly seeping out and down your shaking thigh, drawing out a long sigh of satisfaction as he threw his head back and closed his eyes.

D – Dirty Secret

Probably something like panty sniffing. Idky but I see that happening. He probably takes a pair of yours on tour to wrap around himself when he gets off.

E – Experience

I know Jae has a player attitude about him but I don’t buy it for a second. I don’t think he’s been with a ton of women, but enough that he knows what he’s doing, plus one or two extra tricks. Probably learned a thing or two from porn.

F – Favorite Position

Doggy style with your hands tied behind your back.

He can be rough and fuck you into the bed, have his hand on your hips to keep you in place, but can still tug you up by your hair when he wants to hear your little noises.

Hands behind your back for that little power trip.

G – Goofy

On a few occasions, like when he’s drunk. He probably can’t stop himself from cracking a goofy smile. All the way from the door to the bedroom, while making out, taking off clothes, even during the actual sex he’s making stupid jokes, giving you cringy compliments, and can’t seem to take anything either of you says or do seriously.

Also, the first time you guys are intimate together. He wouldn’t want you to be nervous, especially if you were younger/less experienced than him, so he would do his best to make the mood lighter by making jokes or being overly cute. By that I mean lots of small kisses, light taunting, etc. Anything to get you to smile, ignore your nerves and focus on having a good time.

H – Hair

Probably trims so it’s not a full on bush, but doesn’t bother with shaving totally bare. Doesn’t care what you do with yours.

I – Intimacy

Jaehyun’s a total Casanova. He knows how to read your body language and expressions extremely well, so he knows exactly what you want when you want it and how to deliver. He can be romantic and suave, cute and gentle, rough and dominating, whatever you want he’s got it.

I definitely see him being someone that shows his affection often in a lot of tiny ways, but I think his favorite way to show how much he feels for you is by getting intimate. That being said he makes the whole thing about you; your enjoyment and pleasure always come first.

J – Jack-Off

Probably does a lot on tour. There’s a lot of time between tour stops for him to alone with his thoughts that he can’t seem to control. You’re already on his mind all the time, which didn’t help his struggle to control his desires. He prides himself on his ability to control his sexual urges, but between the lack of physical contact, the sexual dances, and you’re unforgiving voice messages, I see him jacking off pretty often. Like at least every other night, probably late after concerts.

Probably calls you for phone sex if the time zones line-up well enough. If not he probably gets off to some videos he filmed of you guys before you left or videos and voice messages you sent him a while back.

K - Kink

Maybe a power kink.

Nothing huge, but he loves the dominating feeling that runs through him when he looks down and see’s you laying there under him, shaking vaguely, mind completely clouded in a fucked out daze as you fully submit to him. It sends him on this weird power trip and fills him with a sense of pride.

Maybe an innocence kink too.

I only really see this happening if he’s with an inexperienced partner who’s still kinda hesitant and moves with uncertainty. He’d like guiding them and find it hot that he’d get to “train” them to do things exactly as he wanted. Looking at you move to please him with glossy baby doll eyes, a little bend in your brow as you questioned if you were doing it right would drive him mad.

L - Limits

He’s open to trying most things, but nothing super wild or extreme. He’s just past the line of Vanilla tbh.

M – Motivation (Turn-On)

When you walk around with nothing but his shirt on. It makes you look so cute to him. He likes knowing your completely him, and this is the perfect way to remind him and rile him up at the same time. Bonus points if you bend over and put everything on display for him.

N – NO (Turn-Off)

Feet.

Don’t see much appeal past you pressing your feet against him through his pants as a tease

O – Oral

Giving: G E N E R O U S. He could eat you out for hours if you let him. A classic lay on his stomach wraps his arms around your thighs kinda guy. You can try squirming all you want but he’s not letting you go anywhere. Likes when you pull on his hair. Finds it cute when you try to pull him or push yourself closer to his mouth. Lots of sucking and rolling your clit with his tongue. If he thinks you’re especially deserving he’ll use his fingers too, rough and fast just as you like it. He’s not stopping until you cum at least twice.

Receiving: Has a decent amount of self-control, so unless he’s tied down or frustrated he won’t be very fidgety or vocal, probably just a lot of harsh breaths and low grunts. He’s naturally a dom, so you can expect one hand holding your hair into a ponytail controlling your movements. He’ll probably slump back casually in whatever seat he’s in, mouth parted lightly with small breaths escaping as he stares at you with eyes blown wide from desire. Likes fast and messy blowjobs when he’s angry or frustrated. Loves the feeling of your tight throat swallowing around his cock. Other times you can move whatever pace you want, just don’t be surprised if he starts fucking your throat by the end. He likes to hear you gag.

P – Place

He’ll fuck you anywhere in the house. On the couch, in the shower, the kitchen, on the patio. He’d be especially fond of eating you out while you sit on the island in the kitchen. Same goes for hotels and the tour bus. He’s not one for people watching, but the second you’re alone, he’ll take you on any surface he can.

Q – Quickie

I can only see these happening once in a blue moon because he likes to drag things out and take his time. Even if he randomly gets in the mood in public he’ll hold off until the event is done or find some excuse for you guys to get home. You can always expect him to be exceptionally rougher and faster than you’re used to. The pressure in his groin had him acting without logic, pulling apart your clothes, barely getting them off your body before raw dogging you against the door.

R – Risk

Meh. Like I said before, he’s just past the line of vanilla. Risky antics aren’t typically apart of your sex life, so I wouldn’t expect anything crazy like fucking in public. Maybe he’ll whip out vibrating panties. He may decide to tease you under the table at a business dinner one night, shoving his hands down your panties. But only for a few minutes before he makes some lame excuse and takes you home.

S – Stamina

Could probably last like 3 rounds

T – Toys

Probably uses handcuffs from time to time

U – Unfair

Like I said before, his main priority is making sure he can please you as much as possible. He probably wouldn’t go crazy with teasing. Likely just enough to make you beg him to fuck you, like rubbing you through your panties with his hand around your throat while he’s still fully clothed.

He hates being teased. The only way you’ll get away with teasing him is if he’s tied down to a chair. Good luck dealing with him after tho

V – Volume

Not super loud himself. Moans often but not loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Probably audible if someone passes by the room or the walls are thin. Grunts and groans loudest and deepest when he cums or when you deepthroat him. Throws in some dirty whisper into your ear here and there.

Likes for you to be loud though. Especially when he’s gotten jealous; hearing you scream his name gives him a real ego boost, particularly when he walks out between rounds and sees the members in the living room pretending they didn’t hear anything

W - Wild Card [Author’s Choice] (this one ain't so nsfw sorry lol)

I cannot stress enough how much this man loves you. You’re like a little angel to him. It’s pretty obvious that he’s a confident guy, but sometimes he gets worried that he’s not deserving of you, for reasons other than looks. That’s why he always spoils you so much, sexually and not. He hopes if he showers you enough with his love and gives you everything he believes you deserve, you’ll constantly be reminded about how much you love him and you won’t want to leave.

X - X-Ray [Dick Size]

Longer than most but not huge. I’d say 7 inches long and generously thick. You’re gonna feel the stretch every time honey.

Y – Yearning [Sex Drive]

When he’s home, not exceedingly high. You probably have sex like 3 or 4 times a week. When he’s sex-deprived on tour tho, he’s calling you like every other night to help him out.

Z – Zzz [After Sex]

I mentioned this before at the beginning, he probably needs like 5 minutes to catch his breath and he’s good. After he tends to you and you guys get all cuddly, he’ll probably fall asleep in like 30 mins to a 1 hr

#nct #nct127 #nct u #nct smut #nct u smut #nct127 smut #jaehyun #jaehyun smut #neosmutcollective

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the-technicolor-whiscash · 3 years

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💍 Rose and 10 (or TenToo)

thank you so much for this one anon eighth grade me would be frothing at the mouth for an ask about these two

where they get married

I know, before anything else, that Jackie has to be there when they get married, because if she weren’t there and she found out they were getting married, she would slaughter them, so it has to be somewhere Jackie would be willing to go. I can imagine they don’t have a large wedding, so they don’t have a huge venue. Also somewhere they haven’t had a near death experience at. So maybe a nice botanical garden, or an uninhabited planet with gorgeous plant life. Somewhere with a view. Definitely an outdoor wedding.

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

They strike me as the types to have a spring or summer wedding, since you have the most outdoor options, but a winter wedding with lightly falling snow would be a delightful callback to the Christmas Invasion. Definitely an afternoon or evening wedding though. Rose is not a morning person.

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

I think they definitely do the borrowed/blue thing, with the “something borrowed” being something from Jackie or Pete. The Doctor claims the tardis falls under old, borrowed, and blue, but Rose keeps telling him it doesn’t work like that. Also I wanna see them throw rice if only cause I think that’s a fun sort of tradition. I feel like Rose would want the Doctor to try and bring some Gallifreyan traditions into the wedding, though frankly I don’t know what those would be. Also the ringbearer is K-9.

what their wedding cake looks like

Something traditional, but with lots of color. Maybe they have it marbled to look like space. And it’s gotta be chocolate.

….who smashes cake into whose face

Rose agrees not to smash cake into Ten’s face but Jackie immediately comes from left field and smashes it directly into his face. I would pay money to see that.

who proposed to who first

They both wanted to propose, but Ten was perpetually nervous about it, and Rose always liked going against society’s standards for women so she proposed first. Their wedding bands are Jackie and Pete’s, since Jackie has Pete’s from their world and Pete has Jackie’s from his.

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

Pete walks Rose down the aisle. She would’ve asked Jackie, but even though Pete was from the other world, he had become as much of a father to her as her own Pete would have been if he had lived. Happy to have her father back, Rose knew he’d be the one to walk her down the aisle.

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

Ten wanted to wear his normal suit, but Rose expressly forbade it, since something different would make the day feel a little more special. Instead, he wears a black tuxedo with blue accents, with just a little bit of glitter to make it pop. He wears a rose on his lapel, but managed to get Rose to at least agree to let him wear one of his more professional pairs of converse, since “they’re comfortable!”

Rose wears a white dress, but not without some flair. The skirt is just a little poofy and made of layers of tulle, and each layer has finely embroidered light pink flowers on it. Her veil continues the flowery theme, with white and light pink petals making up the headband thing, and absolutely with some glitter. Is there body glitter involved? Maybe! And, since the Doctor was wearing comfortable shoes, Rose also wore a pair of sneakers, since “Nobody will see them anyway.” I watch a lot of say yes to the dress I’m sorry

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

I like the idea of blue and pink, but not in an oppressively heterosexual kind of way. However, if they didn’t care about the scheme matching their outfits (i’m a coordination kind of man sue me), I would love to see a scheme based off of the amber, earthy tones of the tardis interior. Their decor isn’t over the top, but it’s not minimalist by any means. Lots of appropriately colored streamers, flower arches, the whole nine yards.

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

I don’t know shit about flower language so we’re gonna ignore that. I like the idea of Rose having a lot of pale pink flowers in her bouquet to match her dress, flowers with character. Maybe they get flowers from another planet.

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

They write their own vows, and everyone assumes that the Doctor’s gonna be long-winded and Rose is gonna be short and sweet. But instead, Rose has long, detailed, emotional vows, leaving much of the crowd in tears, recounting everything they’ve been through and how he changed her life. The Doctor is by no means succinct, but his is definitely shorter. He talks about how Rose came into his life at such a dark time, and how she helped him forge a new path, giving him hope for the future.

if anyone’s late to the wedding

I know this doesn’t agree with the timeline of anything (if we’re assuming they get married before the end of season 2) but I think it would be extremely funny if Jack decides to roll up late to the reception and ask them both for a dance.

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

Ok so Jackie is definitely one of the bridesmaids, and so is Sarah Jane, and I can imagine Rose would want some of her old friends to be bridesmaids too. Hell, Jackie can be the maid of honor, why not. The Doctor has Mickey be one of his groomsmen as well as Pete, and frankly I can’t remember any other male characters close enough to them to be at their wedding.

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

Definitely something coordinated. The bridesmaids are wearing pink, and dresses that by modern standards are a lil gaudy but by late 2000′s standards were all the rage. The groomsmen... I dunno. Suits.

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

Oh, there’s lots of speeches. Jackie gives an emotional one, Pete gives a short but sweet one, Sarah Jane gives one. Jack, if he decides to roll up, absolutely tries to flirt with the both of them, but in the end it all comes together in a heartwarming story of how he just knew the two of them were meant for each other.

who catches the bouquet( s )

One of Rose’s old friends. Rose feels bad for having left them all for so long, and is positively overjoyed that at least one of them can catch the bouquet. Maybe it means there’ll be a wedding in the future they can attend.

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

They have the serious ones, of course, the ones that you’ll frame and hang on your living room wall, but they have a lot of fun ones. Running into the sea, pretending to fall off cliffs, shooting aliens with laser guns. They take a number of pictures in the tardis, but the one they love the most is right outside it, with the tardis door open, framing them like an archway. They’re facing each other, staring into each others eyes, hands locked, and you can tell immediately that they’re so very much in love.

what sort of food they have at the reception

Stuff that’s a little fancy, but mostly tasty. The staples, like your fish option, your meat option, what have you. But there are french fries, which Rose wanted, jokingly saying it was because the Doctor had never paid for chips in his life.

who cries first during the ceremony

Jackie, out of happiness. But as things get going, just about everyone sheds a tear or two. Rose cries walking down the aisle, and the Doctor cries during his vows.

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

Since it’s not a big party, things don’t get overly rowdy, but there are absolutely some drunken shenanigans. It takes some effort to get him tipsy, but eventually, the Doctor does the YMCA on a table.

what their rings are like

Definitely Jackie and Pete’s rings. But, if they didn’t do that, I can imagine they’d have simple, practical bands, perfect for the fast-paced life they live.

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

I love the personalized candy idea so they definitely have those. I think they’d want to give out practical favors, like maybe engraved portable chargers (i know, i know, i’m messing up the timeline), but not without fun stuff like miniature nerf guns.

where they go for their honeymoon

Everywhere! Across space and time, they visit both their greatest hits and fun new places. They visit Miami Beach, watch fireworks on Mars, learn how to shoot bows and arrows on a planet out by Alpha Centauri.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

Ok if Jack shows up, he would absolutely be the memorable moment. I’m picturing him teleporting in mid-party or even mid-ceremony, bringing confetti with him. If you’re gonna crash a wedding, might as well make it memorable.

who officiates the ceremony

I think it would be really sweet if Sarah Jane officiated it, and she also seems like the one most likely to be legally able to do so. They could just hire a minister, but given the nature of their lifestyles, they probably wouldn’t want some rando being like “what kinda nonsense wedding is this”

what song their first dance is to

I’m gonna be honest. I have no idea. But I do know that their second dance HAS to be Tainted Love, since that was from their first real adventure together, and I love shit coming full circle.

Thanks for the ask! sorry it got so long, it’s a long ask meme lol and I have a lot of thots. I love tenrose and would officiate their marriage myself. actually i’m ordained so i could legally do it.

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