#that green sleeve is part of a sweater i made myself

[sex-storytime]

Coming Together

I met Jeff when I was 23. It was late August and the thickest heat of the summer. We met at the park, chatting each other up about our dogs (who happened to look very similar to each other). Jeff caught my eye from the first moment I saw him. He was tall, dark, and handsome, as cliche as of a description as that is. The first time I saw him he was wearing a tank top and his shoulders and arms looked super tanned and strong. His arms are still one of my favorite parts about his body. He has a very classically handsome face with a defined jawline, thick and shiny dark brown hair, and sexy blue eyes that sometimes look green in a certain light. He's extremely fit and lean, with defined cut abs, and strong arms and shoulders that drive me wild. He has a deep voice that is commanding and sexy. After a week or two of playful flirting, he asked for my number and we made plans to go on a date.

We met that Sunday evening in front of my apartment to go for a walk along the river near our neighbourhood. It was a warm night and I debated about what I should wear for probably an hour before we met, but I ultimately decided on a thin white tank top tucked into a navy blue cotton mini-skirt and a pair of leather sandals. Underneath, I wore my favorite white lace bra that made my perky breasts feel full and lifted and a matching white lace thong. I had decided before we even left that I didn't want to sleep with him that night, since we were essentially strangers, but I couldn't resist the temptation to wear a matching set of lingerie since I always feel sexiest when I do.

When I went outside to meet Jeff, he was wearing a blue long sleeved sweater and a pair of shorts and loafers. I was again confronted with the sexy shape of his shoulders and arms, and he seemed taller than I remembered as I leaned up to hug him hello. We headed out for our walk and ended up strolling for about 3 hours--we were lost in conversation and had some really intense chemistry.

When we finally circled back to my apartment, I didn't want the night to end, but I wasn't ready to have sex with him yet. When we arrived, Jeff leaned in closer towards me, feeling the small of my back gently with his sturdy hands. I looked up at him and he asked if he could kiss me. As our lips met, I could feel myself getting wet and excited since I had spent the past 3 hours anticipating what his tongue would feel like against mine. We made out for a bit in front of my place and I finally got the chance to feel his arms and shoulders and they turned me on. My mind was racing thinking of how his body would feel underneath his sweater. The feeling of just my thin white tank top separating his hands from my skin was driving me wild.

He asked if I wanted to come over to his apartment and watch a movie, which I knew was code for sex. Reluctantly, aware of how tempting the situation I was about to be in would be, I decided to accept his offer. As we walked back to his place I continued to remind myself not to sleep with him yet.

We arrived within a few minutes to his place. The long walk and the late summer heat had left us both a little hot after the walk and he began to take off his blue sweater and change into a grey t-shirt. I turned away instinctively, feeling as though I couldn't look at his body yet--I knew seeing his strong arms and tight abs would make me wet with excitement and make sticking to my plan all the more difficult. He made a joke about me turning away when he changed. I know he wanted to catch me looking at his shirtless body.

We decided on a scary movie to watch. He turned it on and we sat close together on the couch, him with his muscular arm that I had grown so fond of over the evening around my shoulders. I don't think I payed a single moments attention to the movie...I was so fixated on the feeling of his warm skin touching mine.

My mind began to wander to the thought of what his cock looked and felt like. I could feel my pussy swelling as I tried to quell my thoughts, and I realized I was instinctively squirming...crossing and uncrossing my legs in an attempt to subdue my visceral bodily response to being physically close to him.

Before I knew it, he gently grabbed my chin and began to give me slow, deep kisses that left me overwhelmed with lust. His shoulders felt so tight and strong underneath his grey t-shirt (which happens to be my favorite thing for a man to wear--I find it so sexy), and before I knew it, I was straddling him.

Our kisses intensified as I felt his strong hands slowly slip under my skirt. I swirled my tongue slowly around his, feeling his shoulders as I slowly moved my hips around in a circular motion over his body. I could feel my clit engorging as his hands gently gripped my ass--one hand moving from one side to the next, and the other feeling up and down the side of my stomach, working his way up to my breast.

I was becoming so overcome with desire that I knew I had to stop things or I would lose all control and have sex with him, and despite our obvious physical chemistry, I still wasn't ready for that.

I told him that we should stop because I wasn't ready to sleep with him, and I slowly returned to the spot next to him. I glanced over to see the outline of his cock in his shorts...it was bulging so much and I felt overcome with the desire to unzip his shorts and take his cock in my mouth. I was desperate to see what it looked like and feel it in my hands, but I had to be patient.

We continued watching the movie, and I wasn't able to focus on anything besides the feeling of my thin lace thong soaking wet.

I decided it would be best for me to head home, as it was starting to get late and I was losing what little self-control I had left. I knew if I continued sitting next to him I would straddle him and slide his thick cock deep inside of my tight pussy in a matter of minutes.

We got up from the couch and began walking towards his kitchen. I leaned up against his kitchen counter, feeling the cold counter top against my ass through my thin skirt. I had a silly thought of how much I hated my skirt for separating me from Jeff's body the entire night. I wanted him so much. Waves of excitement coursed through entire body and I couldn't help myself...I had to keep kissing his full, sexy lips.

He pinned me further against the kitchen counter top, this time his kisses were deep and hard and I felt his hard cock pressing against my bare leg through his shorts. He reached his hands onto my perky breasts, slowly but firmly pulling them out of my thin, white tank top and white lace bra. He let out a moan of excitement as he saw my small, perfectly shaped nipples, hard and firm with desire. His tough strong hands felt so powerful cupping my soft breasts and my breathing became short. I let out soft moans of pleasure as he kissed up and down my neck. I felt his soft beard brushing against the curve of my neck and knew that my clit was completely engorged.

He lifted me onto the counter top effortlessly and I spread my legs as he pressed his pelvis towards me. I lifted his grey t-shirt over his head and marveled at his sculpted, gorgeous abs and arms. He was ridiculously sexy and I almost couldn't believe that I was here with him, desperate to feel my lips wrapped around his cock. I glanced at his bulging shorts to see how excited he felt when he suddenly lifted me up from the counter so that he was holding me, my thighs wrapped tightly around him.

Because he was holding me, my skirt was lifted up so all that was separating my wet little pussy and his fat hard cock was his shorts and my white lace thong, which was sopping wet at this point. I felt my breaths become rapid and short, and I let out little moans of delight as he began to thrust onto me as though he were fucking me right then and there. It felt so sexy to be so close to having his cock thrusting in and out of me. The teasing was driving me mad with desire, I felt incredibly turned on. I gripped his soft hair passionately and ran my fingers across his broad, sexy shoulders and down his back. I could feel his muscles gently moving underneath my fingers as his hands gripped my ass so firmly...I thought I was going to cum then and there.

By some insane sliver of self-control, I put our near-fucking make out session to an end. I told Jeff I just wasn't ready to sleep with him yet and that I should head home. We kissed goodbye and I embarked on the 5 minute walk back to my place.

My wet pussy was almost shaking with desire as I rushed home.

Finally there, I closed the door behind me and immediately kicked off my sandals and slipped out of soaking wet thong. I felt my right hand slip under my skirt and I gently felt my pussy lips, still swollen with desire. I brought my left hand to my mouth and sucked on my index and middle fingers, imagining the taste and feel of Jeffs thick hard cock between my lips.

I began to touch my engorged clit in a circular motion, going faster and pressing a little bit harder as I took my fingers in and out of my mouth. Feeling my lips around my fingers was just a fraction of how it would feel to take Jeff in my mouth and my awareness of the difference in the size of my fingers and the size of his massive cock was making me feel incredibly turned on. As I continued to rub my clit with more and more intensity, I let out soft moans of pleasure. I took my left hand from my lips, licking them in a swirling motion as I would on the tip of Jeff's cock, and pulled my breasts from my shirt and bra, feeling the cold wetness from the fingers I was sucking on my breasts. My nipples were hard and I gripped my left tit hard as my clit became more and more engorged.

Leaning back against the door, I was circling my clit like mad. I moved my other hand down to my dripping wet pussy, and slowly began to enter my fingers inside.

Teasing myself, I put them in just a tiny bit until I was begging for it in my mind. As I inserted my two fingers fully into my wet pussy, I let out a moan and a whisper, "Jeff..."

He was all I could think about...imagining his hard cock and his sexy shoulders was making me so aroused. The inside of my pussy felt so fucking tight around my fingers and I thrust them in and out faster and faster, as my other hand continued to circle around my pulsating clit. As my moans grew and my pussy began to drip my juices over my hands, I felt myself on the precipice of cumming.

With my fingers as deep as possible inside me, my other hand was rubbing my clit harder and harder and finally, I came so hard my knees were shaking. I couldn't wait to feel Jeff's cock inside of me.

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For the next week I couldn't keep my mind off of him. Each time my phone buzzed I hoped it would be him asking to see me again. After a few days without hearing from him, I dramatically decided that it was over. He was probably disinterested in how big of a tease I had been the other night.

That afternoon, I took my dog for a walk in the park and ran into Jeff. I saw him from a few steps away and my heart began to pound in my chest. He looked somehow more handsome than I remembered and I was so nervous to see him since I had made up in my mind that he wasn't interested.

As I approached him, he looked at me and smiled. I instantly felt more at ease. We spent a few minutes catching up on what we'd been up to in the past week. While he was talking, I glanced across his shoulders from left to right and was overcome with the memory of how it felt to have my thighs wrapped around him. I felt my pussy softly pulse at the thought. I needed him inside of me.

After what turned out to be an hour long conversation, he asked me on another date for the following day. I felt both relieved and nervous at the prospect of kissing him again.

At that point, I still wanted to wait to get to know him better before sleeping with him. I let this guide me when choosing what to wear this time, deciding that a skirt or dress created way too much temptation for me last time. For this date, I went with a pair of skin tight jeans that made my round ass look amazing, a dark blue low cut top, and a matching set of black lace lingerie.

As with our first date, he came to pick me up and we set off for an evening stroll through Soho.

As we strolled along, his charming personality continued to impress me. At one point on a crowded street, he put his hand on the small of my back to gesture me forward through the crowd. As I felt his hand on my lower back, I instantly decided that I wanted him to fuck me that night. I couldn't wait any longer and I didn't know if I'd have another chance.

We strolled and chatted for probably another two hours, finally ending up back in our neighborhood. I asked if he wanted to come up and he obliged. As we walked through my building door I began to feel extremely nervous but also aroused and excited at the thought of taking his cock in my mouth so soon.

We entered the elevator, and as the doors shut, I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and began kissing him hard.

Our lips pressed together and I felt a wave of intensity course through me as I ran my hands through his soft hair. He gently wrapped his strong hands around my waist, moving slowly to caress my ass over my skin-tight jeans. Suddenly, he pushed me back to the other wall of the elevator, pinning my hands above my head as our kissing intensified. I felt his tongue swirling gently around mine and the force of his body pushing me against the wall, and feeling his hard cock on my leg from under his pants, made me immediately wet.

The elevator door opened on my floor, and I grabbed his hand and hurriedly led him to my apartment. Once inside, our kissing commenced and we made our way to my bedroom. As soon as we were there, Jeff began to put soft, slow kisses along my neck. I let out a gentle moan of pleasure as he kissed me right below my ear lobe. I could feel my pussy pulsating.

As he kissed my neck, I felt his hands slowly inch their way below my shirt, making their way up. He slowly lifted my shirt off and began to move his kisses down my torso. Feeling his soft lips against the skin below my belly-button was making me so aroused. As he kissed my stomach, I moved my fingers through his hair--I couldn't get enough of it.

He stood back up and passionately held my face in his hands as he kissed me hard and fast, my breath getting quicker and my soft moans becoming more frequent.

Quickly, he pushed me onto the bed and started unbuttoning my tight jeans. I felt so overcome with arousal that I was becoming impatient...I glanced at his bulging cock through his pants as he pulled mine off, revealing my black lace thong. "Fuck..." he said softly.

He began planting small gentle kisses on my pussy over my thong, he could feel how wet I was. I let out a soft moan that turned me on even more and I could feel my pussy pulsing for Jeff's cock. I needed him inside of me.

He moved my thong over to one side to reveal my engorged clit and wet pussy lips and he softly traced his tongue up and down my lips. I felt my hands tighten to grab the bedsheets as he teased me with his tongue for a bit longer. I couldn't help myself and I grabbed my tits, revealing my nipples from the black lace. I squeezed them hard and he glanced up at me. We made intense eye contact and he let out a sexy groan that drove me wild.

He swirled his tongue around my clit very slowly, and I felt it becoming more and more engorged when he spat on it and entered one finger inside of me. I moaned "Fuck..." as he began to thrust his finger in and out of me...slowly at first, then faster and faster in sync with my breaths.

"Take off your bra," he said in his deep sexy voice. It was commanding and assertive, and I couldn't wait to hear what else he would demand me to do.

I unhooked my bra and felt his hand move up and grab one of my nipples, his other still thrusting in and out of my wet pussy. I could feel myself on the verge of cumming, I was so stimulated by him eating me out and the excitement of what was to come. As he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me, now using two of them, and swirl his tongue around my clit, faster and faster, I was almost there...

"You're gonna make me cum..." I whispered between moans.

He began to move his tongue even faster and it sent me completely over the edge. I felt my entire pussy shake as I came.

He looked up at me and said "Good girl." I was so turned on by him saying that. I thought I needed him inside of me before but now I was desperate to feel his cock.

I pulled myself up to him and grabbed his face, guiding his mouth to mine. I kissed him long and hard while I moved my hands underneath his shirt to pull it off. His body was ridiculous--his abs so tight and his arms so sculpted, just looking at him turned me on. I began to kiss his chest slowly as I worked my way down to his pants. As I hurriedly unhooked his belt, I looked up to meet his eyes.

Keeping eye contact, I pulled his fat cock out of his pants. It felt so thick and hard in my soft hand. I glanced down at it and could see a drop of pre-cum forming at the tip and I slowly dribbled my saliva over the tip and moved my head down to swirl my tongue very slowly around the tip of his cock.

With one hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, I took him in my mouth slowly--I could barely fit half of him in my mouth at a time because his cock was so big and I felt incredibly turned on by my awareness of his size. I switched between thrusting his cock in my mouth quickly and swirling my tongue and teasing him slowly up and down. He let out moans of excitement and I looked up at him.

"I want your cock inside of me," I told him.

Quickly and assertively, Jeff stood up and pushed me forcefully onto the bed. He spread my legs out on the bed and pulled my thong off. I looked down at my pussy and could see my juices all over my lips. I bit my lip as he began to slowly rub the tip of his cock over my engorged clit.

"Babe..." I said softly, "Fuck me, please..."

He looked me in the eyes and began to put the tip of his cock in, but stopped there. I was panting. I felt so overwhelmed by the desire to feel him inside of me.

"Please" I whispered.

He inserted his entire cock inside of me and then immediately pulled it back out so only the tip was in again.

"Fuck..."

I was going to explode. My pussy was so fucking wet, I couldn't contain myself.

"Fuck me, Jeff. Please..." My breaths short, dispersed with soft sighs of pleasure and excitement.

He inserted his entire cock inside again, and did the same thing--immediately pulled back so only the tip remained. I was going to go mad. I felt so incredibly turned on as I looked at the vein in his fat cock and my swollen pussy lips wrapped tightly around his tip.

"Please Jeff, please fuck me..." I said loudly.

He let out a moan and suddenly began fucking me hard and fast as I screamed with pleasure.

He held both of my legs up as he fucked me fast and deep. It felt so incredible to finally have his cock inside of me.

Watching the muscles in his abs and arms slowly move as he fucked me was driving me wild. I could feel my pussy becoming wetter with each thrust.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

I did what he asked and he spat in my mouth. It was unbelievably hot to have him control me like that. I felt my pussy grip his cock tighter as his saliva covered my mouth and lips.

He began to slowly kiss along my calf and ankle, making his way towards my foot. He gently kissed my manicured toes.

"Oh my god..." I moaned softly. "...Babe...You're going to make me cum again…"

His cock was so deep inside of my tight pussy and I felt myself so close to cumming again. The buildup made me so horny I couldn't believe I was able to cum so quickly.

As he thrust his cock in my pussy faster and harder each time, I pressed my fingers into his back as I came so slowly. It felt unbelievable. It felt like I was completely in control and completely out of control at the same time. It felt like I came for an eternity.

As my grip on his back loosened and my body became relaxed, he flipped my legs over and said, "I want to see that pretty little ass."

I was practically shaking from the orgasm and his words made me so aroused again. I quickly turned over and got into doggy style, wanting to please him. I would've done anything he asked. I wanted him to boss me around.

He slowly pressed his fingers around my asshole, eventually moving his tongue to doing the same thing.

"Ooh...good girl," He said as he began to very slowly insert his finger inside of me. I felt my pussy shake. I slowly moved one of my hands towards my clit and began circling it.

"Good girl, rub your clit for me..." He said. I was insanely turned on. He began to finger me a little faster and said, "Do you think you can take two fingers?"

"...Yes, babe" I said between moans.

"You think you can take it?" He said again assertively.

He slowly inserted both fingers and I felt my pussy drip. "Fuck, baby...." I said.

As he moved his fingers in and out slowly, getting a little bit faster with each thrust, he began to insert his cock inside my pussy. It felt so incredibly arousing to have his fat cock inside of my pussy and two of his fingers in my little ass.

"I can't wait to take your cock in my ass one day," I told him.

He moaned as he began to force his cock in my pussy faster and faster, moving in synch with his fingers. "That feels so good..." I told him.

We both were breathing quickly and gently moaning. I was still gently circling my clit--the feeling of having all three stimulations, my clit, my pussy, and my asshole, was unbelievable. I had never experienced anything like this before, and I knew I was getting close to cumming again. I knew this time would be intense because he was hitting my G spot perfectly in this position, and I felt like I was going to have a clitoral orgasm too.

As he thrust harder and harder, and I rubbed my clit in unison, I let out deep moans.

"Uh...Uh....Jeff.....I'm cumming.....Uh......"

"Fuck...I'm gonna cum," He said.

"Jeff...." I screamed.

In that perfect moment, I felt his hot spurting seed fill my pussy at the exact moment that I came.

I came so hard--harder than the other two times combined. I felt my legs shake and my pussy pulse as I came for what felt like an eternity.

We both dropped to the bed, exhausted with pleasure.

#rachel #fucking #her perspective #her pov #first love #first time #unprotected sex #sextacy

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A Sleeve of Flowers

This is my attempt at a Huntlow Flower Shop x Tattoo Shop AU. There’s no real plot just like a fluff meet cute I guess? It kind of got away from me. it’s also very long for something with no plot lol but oh well If you see any spelling errors no you didn’t

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Willow looked around the shop in wonder. Every inch of the walls were covered in something; art, pictures of past intricate tattoos, vintage posters of a books series she remembered Gus loved to read, clever memes Luz had clearly made. It was a vast collection of seemingly random things that came together to create the feeling of being inside a collage. She was so distracted by admiring the walls she didn’t notice the boy had entered until she heard him hit the ground. 

“Can I- woah!”

Willow looked up to the sound and  quickly looked down to see the source, a blonde boy in a jean jacket laying on the floor clearly embarrassed. What she didn’t know was that he had fallen because he was too busy staring at her to watch where he was going.

“Are you Caleb?” she asked with a smile as she offered him her hand. He looked at the girl before him utterly bewildered, she just looked so… classic. Her long black hair pulled into two perfect braids, her rounded golden glasses complimented the light green of her eyes and the matching color in her dress lined with small white flowers which she paired with an emerald sweater. She was a bright spot in the usual dark location Hunter could blame his distraction on how she managed to fit right in and stand out at the same time.

“Caleb? Oh! Because of the name! Of the shop!” he muttered as took her hand and rose to his feet, answering after what felt like hours. “No, no I-I’m Hunter.”

“Oh, Luz’s brother,” said Willow, recalling the hundreds of photos Luz had shown her. They didn’t do him justice, he was much taller in person and less blurry. And kinda cute. She shook that last thought from her mind and shook her his hand, maybe a little too enthusiastically. “I’m Willow Park.”

“Willow?” repeated Hunter, as her strong grip shook his whole body. 

“That’s me.”

“Like, Luz’s Willow?”

“Well, that’s not exactly what it says on my birth certificate but I’ll take it,” laughed Willow. “I guess  you're the Hunter she’s always trying to set me up with then?”

“S-set you up with?”

“Yeah, I told her I wanted to do a sleeve of flowers and she said that’s your specialty so she’s been trying to line up our schedules for weeks now.”

“Oh! Like, set up an appointment,” said Hunter. “Duh, obviously.”

“I keep putting it off and with Valentine’s Day around the corner, my shop’s only gonna get busier so when she said you had an opening I thought it must be fate!”

“Your shop?”

“Oh yeah, I work across the street actually,” she said. “Willow’s Wallflowers.”

“That… makes alot of sense actually,” said Hunter, embarrassed to not have made the connection sooner. “That’s why Luz goes there so much on her lunch break.”

“You’re welcome to join us for lunch if you want,” said Willow, looking down and realizing they were still holding hands  though the hand shake had already ended. Hunter pulled his hand back,embarrassed, and cleared his throat as he led her to his chair.

“Well we usually take separate lunch breaks so there’s always someone in the shop,” said Hunter as motioned for her to sit as he prepped the needles.

“Well, I can take a long lunch if you ever want some company,” said Willow, removing her cardigan and making herself comfortable. “I'm sure my boss won’t mind.” 

“Well I would hate for you… I mean if you’re sure…” Hunter stammered to respond before the dots finally connected. “Oh, it’s you. Y-you’re your own boss.”

“Bingo.” she said with a wink. “I’m actually celebrating one year of being my own boss, so I’m getting the tattoo as kind of a present to myself.”

“Oh, well congrats.” said Hunter. “I’m honored to be a part of the celebration. So Luz showed me the sun-.” he stopped, noticing her bare arms. She was more muscular than he had anticipated and that had never been an issue for him before, but something about seeing this muscle paired with her smile and overall nature like demeanor made his stomach spin. He had a feeling this girl could easily hoist him over her shoulder and for some reason he was very into the idea. But that was not a professional thought. “... flower. The sunflower you wanted. A sunflower. This one.”

 He held up the drawing he had made earlier that day, wondering if he had known who it was for if he would’ve spent more time on it. It was perfect, he was confident of that, but somehow he felt she deserved more than perfect. 

“Yup”  she confirmed with a wide smile. “On my shoulder.”

“Perfect, great choice,” he said as he placed the stencil over the spot and began tracing, trying to be toilet normal about how close he had to be to her. “Is this your first tattoo?”

She nodded. “Maybe it’s a cliche, I’m sure you do alot of flower tattoos right?”

“Well, mostly roses if I'm being honest,” he said. 

“Ugh, roses,” groaned Willow. ‘Don’t get me wrong, they’re great, but Valentine's Day is nonstop roses, as though people don’t think other flowers can be romantic. My backroom is nothing but roses right now.  And for what? They sit in a vase until they- sorry, I’m rambling.”

“No, no it’s fine, we have a similar stance on roses.” he chuckled as he removed the stencil to make sure she was pleased with the placement. She gave her approval and Hunter began the actual tattooing process. She winced slightly when the needle touched her skin, but nothing like his usual clientele reacted, Hunter was impressed, They sat in silence for awhile before Willow spoke again.

“So, are you busy on Valentine’s Day?” she asked.

“Uh… no I’m single,” he said, wiping off some excess ink. “I’ve got a perfect record of 25 Valentine-less  Valentines days.”

“I meant the shop,” she said with a coy smile, not displeased with the answer. “Lot of couples getting matching tattoos I imagine.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah of course,” he chuckled nervously. Why would she ask about him? They had just met. She was his client, he needed to be professional. “Uh, yeah. This year is extra busy because Valentine’s Day falls on a Saturday so that means the day before is Friday the 13th which gets us a line out the door.”

“Oh yeah, you do like $13 tattoos right?”

“Yeah, anything off my flash sheet,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a copy. “This is mine for this year, it’s mostly birds and wolves and some nature stuff. Luz’s does better, she does like creepy stuff that people really like.”

“Well, thank you for not making my flower creepy.” said Willow with a smile.

“Well, no promises on the next one,” he said with a smug smile. “That’s a joke, I’d never give you a tattoo you wouldn’t like. Not on purpose. I mean, that’s why we do consultations and tracings first so you-.”

“Hey, don’t worry it looks great,” said Willow, admiring her shoulder. “When I come back to add the color, would you be able to start another flower?”

“Oh, yeah sure let’s get you booked up,” he said, practically flying from his seat to the counter. “He flipped to his calendar to find the soonest date possible. Which was his usual process, it wasn't because he wanted to see her again as soon as possible or something.

“Um, how about Tuesday? Same time?”

“Sounds good,” Willow said with a smile. Hunter jotted her name down. “Oh, and here,” she said, reaching into her purse to pull out a card and a pen and quickly jotted something on the back. “Here’s my number just in case you wanna call me outside business hours.”

“Oh, cool,” he said, taking  it from her and admiring the card. It was simple, the border a delicate vines littered with flowers and the I and o in her name were sunflowers, clearly her signature flower. As he went it tack it on the board, Willow reached back into her purse to pull out a collection of bills and handed it to him.

“Oh, Luz said you already paid,” he said, handing her back the cash.

“Well then consider it a tip,”

“That’s way too generous of a tip, it defeats the whole purpose of a friend's discount.”

“Oh please, she gave me well over the usual friend discount,” said Willow, placing the bills back in his hands. “And we went well over my allotted time, I refuse to be the reason for your small business’s demise. Take it.”

“Fine,” he said begrudgingly, taking the money. “But I’m applying it towards your next flower.”

“Fine,” she said with a dramatic sigh. “Then I guess I’ll just have to find another way to tip you for your services.”

She winked at him before walking out the door and Hunter prayed to every deity above that she didn’t see the blush he knew was covering his face.

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“So how did your session with Willow go?” Luz asked as she strolled into the shop after dropping off Amity at the bookstore.

“Fine,” said Hunter, pretending he was too focused on finishing a sketch in his notebook to give a more detailed answer. 

“Just fine?” prompted Luz, knowing him well enough to know there was more. Hunter groaned and set his pencil down.

“Yeah, we have another appointment on Tuesday.” he replied, still not looking up.

“Yeah, she sent me a pic,” said Luz, sipping her soda. “It’s gotta be some of your best work. It’s gonna look so rad when it’s done. Looks like you two will be spending alot of time together.”

“Guess so.”

“You cool with that?”

Hunter sighed, clearly frustrated and Luz smiled; she was hoping for this reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me your friend was so cute?” Hunter demanded as though she had omitted to tell him he was walking into a bear trap. 

“Um, I definitely did tell you that, several times.”

“Well, you call possums cute and Amity, how am I supposed to trust your judgment?”

“Rude,” said Luz, not taking it too much to heart as she sat on the chair across from him, putting up her feet and making herself comfortable. “But you like her, right?”

“She’s a great client,” Hunter said, not taking the bait. “She has a high pain tolerance.”

“You like her muscles don’t you?” Luz said with a smug grin and the scarlet color that took over his face was the only response she needed. He gathered his things in a huff and went to the back before she could lure any other embarrassing truths out of him.

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“So how did you get into the tattooing business?” asked Willow the next week as Hunter was at work on her orchid.

“Oh, well actually it was because I wanted to get a tattoo removed,” he chuckled.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, focusing on the details of the petals. “Before Camila adopted me, I lived with my uncle. And he wasn’t the best caretaker. He let me get a tattoo when I was 14, which is illegal and I would never do by the way. So after I got out of there and  realized how toxic that living situation  was it just reminded me of him so I wanted to get it removed. But the removal process is almost worse than the process of getting it, so Camila suggested we cover it. I drafted some ideas and the Owl Lady, who became Luz’s mentor actually, somehow managed to take the ugly sigil and turn it into this.” he held out his wrist and showed Willow the tiny cardinal that rested on his wrist. She never would have guessed it covered anything, it looked as though it was meant to be there. “And ya know I was really into drawing and I'm not squeamish so it worked out. Sorry it’s not the best story.”

“Are you kidding? That’s so sweet ” smiled Willow. “And then you got Luz into it too? A real family business.”

“Yeah, some distant relative left me the building in their will,” continued Hunter. “It used to be a restaurant and we turned into a parlor but we kept the name. It was a nice font.”

“It is a nice font,” Willow agreed and for some reason that made Hunter’s stomach flip. He thought he could control the feeling if he avoided asking certain questions. 

‘So what about you? H-how did you get into flowers?”

“Well, I was a flower in a past life,” said Willow simply. Hunter stopped his work and looked at her skeptically. “I’m kidding.” she said with an airy giggle that made him feel lightheaded.

“Oh, yeah of course,” he said and went back to work. 

“I just like flowers I guess, it’s not as good of a story as yours, sorry,” she said. “There’s just so many layers, ya know? There’s so many different types and they all mean different things. They’re good company I guess.”

“Just like you,” he said quietly.

“What was that?”

“Uh…  just like your tattoo! Which is done!” he said nervously, and Willow turned her arm to admire his work. 

“You’ve done it again Noceda,” she beamed, in utter awe of the latest addition. “It’s absolutely stunning.”

“Just like you,” he said, this time not quiet and he did not attempt to cover it up. Willow smiled as he carefully wrapped the new piece, able to marvel at this closeness without worry of distracting him. 

---

“You don’t have to keep giving me the discount just because I’m Luz’s friend,” said Willow as went to pay for the latest addition. “That should only apply if she’s doing it.”

“Well then how about I give it to you because you’re my friend?” he said bashfully.

“Well, I don’t want you to think I’m just your friend for the discounted tattoos,” she said sweetly, trying to hide her thrill at his suggestion.

“Well the honor is more mine, I’d say,” he said offering her crooked, toothy grin

“How many other people get the ‘Hunter’s friend’ discount?” Willow asked, leaning forward in the counter, resting her chin on her hand. 

“Well you’re actually the first,” he admitted with a nervous chuckle. 

“Do… girlfriends get a discount too?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, Luz gives Amity a discount but her tattoos are kind of boring if I’m being honest.”

“And you’d prefer a girlfriend who gets interesting tattoos?”

“I mean, she’s okay and they’re happy so I don’t think-,” he stopped himself as he looked at her flirtatious grin and felt like he had stumbled into a larger question. “Oh, you meant for me?”

She nodded.

“Well I-I don’t, ya know it doesn’t even matter,” he laughed. “I already have plans for Valentine's Day, can’t imagine any girlfriend  would like that too much.”

“Kinda nice to know we’re both in the same boat for Valentine's Day though, huh?”

---

“Welcome to Willow’s Wallflowers! How can I -oh, hi Hunter!” she beamed when she saw who had entered her doorway. She set down the pot she held and rushed over to greet him. He gave her a timid wave as he marveled at her shop. It was brighter than his shop, there were more windows which meant more sunlight which the flowers obviously loved. It smelled amazing. He recognized it, the same smell lingered in her hair when she would come by for her sessions. Not that he smelled her hair, that was unprofessional.

“Wow it’s… beautiful in here,” he said in awe.

“Thanks!” she said. She wanted to say ‘It’s more beautiful now that you’re here,’ but she was on the clock and that was unprofessional. “How can I help you?”

“Oh, no,” he said. ‘Well, maybe? But no, actually I had a last minute cancellation and I was wondering if you’d be interested in taking the slot? Do another session during your lunch? Maybe add that Chrysanthemum?”

“Oh, I’d love that,” she said. “You are so sweet to think of me; but I had to skip breakfast this morning  for an early delivery so if I skip lunch I might pass out.”

“Oh, yeah no don’t do that,” he said. “Um that’s fine, we can’t keep your regular appointment no big deal.”

“Well what about you? Have you eaten yet?”

“Uh, no I had this scheduled during my lunch so I was just gonna grab a protein shake or something between sessions.”

“Well, how about you keep that time slot open and we have a little lunch date? My treat.” said Willow with a  wink. Did she wink at everyone or just him? He never knew what to make of it.

“Oh, well don’t you usually meet with Luz? We still stagger our times so-.”

“Nah, she ditched me for a lunch date with Amity,” she said with a fake pout and Hunter couldn’t help but notice she had used the word to describe Amity and Luz, a couple, having  lunch as she did to them having lunch. Did that mean something or was it just a common turn of phrase that he was reading too much into? “So it’ll be just you and me.”

He decided to test the waters.

“I’m not really dressed for anything fancy.” he said shyly.

“I mean, I’m not really either,” she said, removing her apron to reveal a simple green dress. She always looked stunning in green. 

‘Are you kidding? You look amazing,” gasped Hunter and she smiled at his insistence. “I-i mean compared to me. Well, compared to anyone… you, uh… you always look… nice.”

“Why thank you,” she said. “But I’m kicking myself; I was in such a hurry this morning I forgot to grab a jacket and it’s actually a little chilly outside.”

“Oh well, here,” he said, quickly removing his jacket and placing it on her shoulder before she could protest. “I always wear too many layers anyway.”

“Wow, you tattoo your clothes too, huh?” she said, marveling at the patches that covered nearly every inch of the jacket.

“Oh, yeah I guess?” he smiled, holding the door open for her as she followed behind and went to lock up, flipping the sign in the window. “Camila got me into sewing, I guess I got a little carried away.”

“It’s amazing,” said Willow, twirling in it as though it was an elegant cape. “How dare you say you’re not dressed for anything fancy when you have this treasure?”

“You really like it?”

She nodded. “You better keep an eye on me or I’m gonna steal when you’re not looking.”

“Well it’s not like I don’t know where to find you,” he chuckled. “It does look nice on you.”

“Oh, can you take my picture in it?” Willow asked, handing him her phone. “I wanna send it to Luz.”

“Uh sure,” he said as she started to pose, looking over her shoulder so the whole jacket could be seen. His usual steady hand was shaky, and when he looked at the photos he was embarrassed that she was blurry and out of frame as he was looking at her and not the picture. She ran over to see the results before he could explain.

“Oh I love them,” she said, laughing.

“Sorry they’re not great I’m not much of a photographer,”

“Well luckily I am,” she said as they continued to walk. She effortlessly slipped her arm through his to guide her as she looked at her phone to edit the photos. Hunters eyes darted down to see what she was doing as she turned his blurry shoots into photos that could’ve been on a magazine.

“Wow, that’s amazing,” gasped Hunter. “How did you do that?”

“I do a lot of floral arrangements for weddings and events so I’ve gotten pretty good at photo editing,” she explained. “I usually use an actual camera, but my photoshop skills have gotten pretty good if I do say so myself.”

“Oh wow so all those photos in your store? You took those?”

She nodded.

“Wow, I should hire you to take some new photos for the front room,” he said.

“Well, here’s a free one,” she said, raising the phone up and pulling him close to her so they could take a selfie. She looked at the camera and flashed the peace sign, and Hunter was caught off guard looking at her fondly. She brought the phone close and smiled at the moment she had captured. “Oh, the lighting is so good! You look so cute!”

“Really?” He said with a blush, looking at the photos over her shoulder.

“Yeah!” She beamed. “Want me to send this to you?”

“Oh um I actually don’t have a phone,” he admitted bashfully. “I mean I have a phone at the shop just not like a phone for that.”

“A man of mystery,” Willow mused. “No worries, it’s not like I don’t know where to find you.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Um, so there’s a place up here? Is that okay?”

“Sure, she said, allowing him to lead the way. “So tell me, man of mystery, why did it take so long to finally meet you? Luz introduced herself with a plate of ginger snaps before you guys were even officially open.”

“Yeah well, she was always better at making friends,” he said. “I guess I’ve always kept to myself,bit of a wallflower you know?”

“Well, luckily for you wallflowers are my favorite kind of flowers,” said Willow. “Especially such interesting., golden ones.” 

“R-right,” Hunter said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh hey! We’re here! Lemme run in to grab us a table?”

“Sure thing,” Willow smiled, admiring the photo. Just then, her phone began to buzz with a video call request from Luz. “Hey, what’s-.”

“Willow, how did you do it?”

“Um, hi to you too?” Willow said, confused.

“How did you do it?” Luz repeated. 

“Do what?”

“You got Hunter to smile,” came Amity’s voice. Oh right they were together. 

“Yeah, so? He’s got a nice smile.”

“Willow, he never smiles,” said Luz, seriously. “Every picture we’ve ever taken he looks miserable. Even when my mom convinced him to sit for our Christmas card he looked so uncomfortable we thought his appendix had burst, but you somehow got him to smile and show his teeth? Are you a witch, Park?”

“No, I just caught him off guard, I guess,” she said with a chuckle, feeling proud of her feat. “Also, I feel like he’s smiled at me plenty.”

“Ooh he’s probably smiling because you’re on a daaaaaate.” teased Luz.

“Oh, hush.” said Willow, not correcting her.

“Wait, are you wearing his-.” but Willow hung up before she could further interest her, seeing Hunter wave her inside having secured a table.

----

She wore his jacket to every session, waiting for him to ask for it back. He didn’t. A framed photo of them from that day mysteriously appeared on his desk. He considered it a fair trade. 

---

“Hey!” said Willow as she flew in the door, the bell announcing her presence.

‘Willow!” Hunter exclaimed, appearing from behind the counter as though surprised to see her and not like he had been watching her skip across the street. “W-we don’t have a session today do we? Not that I memorized it, I mean I do know my schedule even if you’re not on it but um that’s because I uh- what’s up?” he cut himself off, leaning over the counter as casually as he could.

“I brought you something,” she sang, bringing her surprise from behind her back to reveal a flouting plant.

“Oh wow,” Hunter's eyes widened at the sight. “This is gorgeous.”

“It’s a fern,” said Willow with a smile, delighted he liked it. “You mentioned getting a plant and I’ve been looking after this little guy for awhile and I thought he’d be the perfect fit for the shop.”

“Oh wow, yeah,” said Hunter excitedly, “Where should we put him? How much sun does he need? Does he have a name?”

“I’m glad you like it, '' she said, setting it down to the perfect spot. “They're not hard to look after and I have a list of care instructions. Plus I’m right across the street.”

“This is so nice of you,” he said, still not used to receiving presents, “Oh! I got something to show you too!” He reached into his pocket and proudly displayed what Willow assumed to be the last flip phone on the planet. “For texting!” he said, pride shining in his eyes.

“Wow, look at you,” she said. “Do you need any help setting it up?”

“Oh, Luz helped me last night.” he said, handing her the phone. “She already programmed your number in.”

“I see that… and was she the one who put five hearts after my name?”

“Gah! I don’t know how to erase them,” he said shyly, taking the phone back. “But now we can talk… outside business hours.”

“Oh, and… what should we talk about? Outside business hours?” said Willow, rocking back on her heels and batting her eyelashes at him. She thought he would match her teasing tone but instead he looked sweaty and sickly.

“Ya know, whatever friends talk about I guess,” he said nervously. “Fern care?”

---

Willow started leaving clues around Caleb’s for what her next flower would be. When Hunter was away, she’d come in under the guise of visiting Luz and hide the flower somewhere she knew he’d find it before she came in for her next appointment; in a book or on his desk. It was not at all the professional or efficient way of letting your tattoo artist know what you planned on getting, but Willow was starting to care less and less for professionalism and efficiency. 

---

“Are you Hunter?” came a voice, much younger than the voices that frequented the shop. Hunter turned around and almost didn’t see the short boy who had walked in.

“Are you… old enough to be in here?” Hunter asked, looking around to see if he had come in with anyone.

“I’m the one asking the questions here,” said the boy. “Now are you him?”

“Yes? Who’s asking?”

“Agustus Porter, student, science fiction enthusiast and president of the WIllow Park fan club,” he said very officially. “I’m here to investigate.”

“Investigate what, exactly?”

“Your intentions,” he said, trying to make his voice lower. “With Willow.”

“Intentions? L-like marriage?”

“Hmm interesting,” said Gus, jotting something down in his notebook. “No one said anything about marriage and yet…”

“I’m confused, did Willow send you? Is Willow coming? We usually-.”

“She’s running late, so I saw the opportunity and I took it,” said Gus. “You’ve been spending alot of time together lately. When she’s not with you, she’s talking about you and when she’s not talking about you, she’s texting you. You’re a very slow typer by the way.”

“Oh, are you Gus? You’re in Luz’s class at the-.”

“Now I’ll admit, being Luz’s brother does give you an advantage,” said Gus continued, consulting his notes. “But this whole ‘bad but sad boy thing?’ I always thought it was kind of beneath Willow. I always saw her with more of a stoic type, like Chief O’Bailey.”

“Chief o- wait; is that a Cosmic Frontier notebook?” Hunter asked excitedly, recognizing the symbol on the cover.

“Wait, you know Cosmic Frontier?” Gus asked with matching growing excitement.

“Know it? I have a tattoo of their ship on my shoulder blade of course I know it!” said Hunter.

“What? No way, that’s so sick!”

“It’s actually fairly healthy, I make sure to maintain-.”

“Can you give me one?”

“Can you show me some ID?”

“Do you want me to tell Willow I don’t approve of you?”

“How about a temporary one?” Hunter offered after a beat. 

“Can you make it hurt like it’s real?”

“Probably.”

“Deal,” said Gus, hopping in the chair and rolling up his sleeve and presenting his arm. “Make me cry! Make me cry!”

“Won’t making Willow’s best friend cry hurt my chances with her?” Hunter asked playfully.

“Calling me Willow’s best friend over your own sister?” said Gus. “I think you just earned the Gus Porter seal of approval.”

---

Willow sent him a bouquet of flowers for receiving the Gus seal of approval, which could mean many things. She spotted them in the vase when she walked in for her next session, but he did not mention them. She hadn’t signed them but she felt like he knew.

-

Hunter wasn’t at the next session. Luz had taken his place at the last minute, which Willow didn’t mind, but she had grown accustomed to explaining each flowers’ meaning to him and counting how many times she could get his face to turn her favorite shade of red. Luz said he was helping their sister Vee move into a new place with her partner upstate and Willow didn’t ask any follow-up questions.  

But during the next few days there were no spontaneous lunch dates, no waving at her from across the street, no popping in to observe flowers to practice sketching. Willow went as long as she could without bugging Luz about it. After the third time Hunter was not at their session, she had to say something. 

“Does Hunter not work here anymore?” she said bluntly, no beating around the bush. “Or did he change his schedule or-?”

“Oh, are my skills not good enough for you Park?” teased Luz as she swapped needles to start a new color.

“No no, of course,” Willow laughed. “He’s just been here for all my other appointments so I guess I just-.”

“He said… it was a conflict of interest.” Luz admitted, knowing her brother would kill her if he found out she told Willlow.

“Why?”

“He… was worried he wouldn’t be able to do his best work because he was getting… distracted.”

“Is it because I talk too much? Because if that’s the issue. I’m fine sitting in silence, I just didn't know if it would be awkward for him but that makes sense because of course he would need to concentrate and I-.”

“Willow, it’s totally not that I promise,” assured Luz. “Hunter is a pro at tuning people out, I mean he lives with me after all. No, he….well, remember when Amity and I got our Azura tattoos? Hunter did both of ours because he said me doing Amity’s would be a conflict of interest because…”

She trailed off, hoping Willow could finish the rest.

“Because you kept flirting with her and it was taking forever to finish,” Willow recalled. ”But how does that- wait.”

She looked at Luz with wide, distraught eyes. “No….”

Luz nodded. “Yup.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so embarrassed,” groaned Willow, covering her face.

“Wait… what?’”

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh I can’t believe I made him so uncomfortable I ran him out of his own shop,” she exclaimed, horrified. “Ugh, and he was such a gentleman about it, oh my,...and I sent him flowers?! What was I thinking? Luz, can you please tell him-.”

“Willow, Willow, Willow!” said Luz, reaching out to calm her friend, careful of the fresh ink. “That is… not what I was talking about.”

“Then what do you- unless…. No…”

“I’m gonna need you to say exactly what you mean because I’m afraid I'm gonna guess wrong again.”

“Was he… flirting with me too?”

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner!” exclaimed Luz happily. “And my brother prides himself in his professionalism and insisted he could not date a client, hence the conflict of interest. So the only solution would be to remove you as a client.”

“So he could ask me out?”

“Exactly!”

“So why hasn’t he?”

“Well, he can’t exactly send you flowers, can he?” smiled Luz.

“He’s tried,” laughed Willow. “He called and asked if I could deliver a bouquet to the pretty girl at the flower shop, but I thought it was just a joke. He chickened out in the middle of ordering when he felt he was wasting my time on an order that wouldn’t be going out and then offered to pay anyway.”

“Yeah, that sounds like what his idea of flirting would be,” sighed Luz. “You know him, he’s a perfectionist. He’s logical and weird. He wanted to be absolutely sure of his feelings before he acted on them.”

“And?”

“Can I show you something?” Luz said, rising from her seat to rummage through his drawer before finding a red leather notebook and handing it to Willow. “This is where Hunter works on new stuff for his flash. Before it was mostly birds and wolves, some cosmic frontier stuff. When he met you, there were maybe one or two flowers. Then suddenly-.” she opened the book to reveal pages that envied a garden. “He became obsessed with flowers. Then, soon….” She turned the page and Willow felt as though she was looking in a mirror. 

“Is that… me?”

Luz nodded. 

“He was gonna tattoo me on people?”

“What? No! I don’t think… no, but he clearly could not stop thinking about you,” said Luz. “Between you and me, he’s never really had a crush before. He’s always been so serious and studious, focusing on school or work or something. I know for a fact you’re not the first client to flirt with him, but you’re definitely the first one he’s flirted with. Or at least tried to.”

“So is he gonna ask me out or is he just gonna avoid me?”

“I think both options are equally terrifying to him,” said Luz. “But this was supposed to be your last appointment so maybe he’ll stop being such a baby. I mean, I’m pretty sure he got a phone just so he could text you, I don’t know what he’s waiting for.”

---

The session with Luz turned into a gabfest so Willow started walking home later than usual. Forgetting if she closed the window, she quickly went over to her shop to double check. To her horror, the door was unlocked and she knew she had locked it before leaving.

Someone else was here.

She grabbed a cactus from the windowsill to investigate as she followed the muffled sounds of shuffling coming from her office. She spotted a flashlight shining  from beneath the door. She took a calming breath before raising the cactus over her head and kicking the door in, screaming as loudly as she could ready to attack-

“Hunter?” she said confused, the dim light revealing the panicked boy. He smiled at her nervously, his gap tooth grin confirming his identity as she set her weapon down. “What are you doing here?”

“I used the spare key you gave me!” he exclaimed, his arms behind his back. 

‘Well, okay that’s how you got in but why-?”

“I made you a jean jacket!” he said louder than he intended to, nearly shoving the piece of clothing in her face as though it explained his presence. Willow took the jacket and examined it, like his own it was covered in patches but Willow could tell this had been carefully selected for her: flowers, bees, mushrooms. On the sleeve was an elegant W, obviously hand stitched. The whole thing was. It must’ve taken him hours to make.

“Hunter this is… it’s so…”

“It’s too much isn’t it?” he asked, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “I can take some off or rearrange them, I just kept finding ones that reminded me of you and so I-.”

She cut him off by wrapping her arms around him, trapping his arms at his sides. Hunter was used to hugs, his adopted family was extremely affectionate, but something about getting one from her… it was a whole new experience. “Hunter, I love it.”

“R-really?”

“Yes,” she said, slipping it on and delighting in its perfect fit. “But is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“No! I mean yes, I mean that’s what I was doing while I was avoiding you I mean… you noticed I was avoiding you?”

“Well yeah kinda,” she said, trying not to show her hurt in hearing him confirm it. “I really like talking to you and spending time with you, and just when I got used to having you around you vanished.”

“Sorry about that I just… I’m not used to being around,” he tried. “That’s not a good reason and I don’t blame you if you hate me but I didn’t know how explain why without sounding stupid.”

“Hunter, I’m sure it’s not stupid,” said Willow. “Unless you hate me, then that is stupid.”

“I don’t hate you,” laughed Hunter, her humor putting him at ease. “I kind of… the opposite of hate you. It’s just that Luz pointed out how much longer I spend on your sessions and I got worried I was taking up too much of your time just because I liked seeing you which wasn’t fair to you so I-.”

“Hunter,” she cut him off with a smile. “Do you really think I needed to spend two hours deciding what color I wanted my lily to be? I was practically holding you captive.”

“I just… words aren’t my strong suit,” he said. “I’m more of a doer, I guess? Every time I tried to say anything to you, I just… words didn’t work. So I started making this and I was gonna leave it on the back of your office chair for you to find and you’d put it on and you’d put your hand-.”

“-in the pocket?” finished Willow, pulling a small green envelope from said pocket with her name written in golden on the front. Hunter looked like he stopped breathing and Willow knew she was meant to find this in private. “What’s this?”

“It's to explain… h-how I feel… about you.”

She fiddled with it for a moment. “Well, before I read it… can I show you how I feel about you?”

“Oh, uh sure,” Hunter said anxiously. “Did you make a bouquet or-.”

No, Hunter had already misinterpreted several floral arrangements. She needed to express her feelings in a more direct and defiantly unprofessional way. She brought her hand up to cup his jaw and he leaned into the touch watching he rise to his level as she leaned up and gently pressed her lips to his, tilting her head only so slightly so there nearly bumped noses. She could tell he was holding his breath, and he truly did not exhale until she parted. He looked at her with disbelief, and she gave him her signature wink that sent a familiar warm tornado over his whole body. 

“That’s… better than floriography,”Hunter said with a lovestruck smirk.

Willow smiled, pleased with his reaction as she opened the envelope she gripped slowly and her face could not hide her confusion. “It’s a… coupon? For Caleb’s?”

“Yeah,” said Hunter. “For your next tattoo. It’s a certificate, actually.”

“You… value me as a customer?” she said reading the prewritten sentiment all their certificates came with.

“Yeah, oh no wait, flip it over.”

“'The girlfriend discount?’” she read, breathlessly before adding playfully, “You’re giving me Amity’s discount?”

“What? No! No, uh that’s your discount,” he said. “I-if you want it, that is.”

“My discount huh?”

“Yeah, I’m upgrading you,” he said, dreamily. “I-if you want it.”

“Can I redeem it right now?”

“Really?”

“Well, luckily I have space for one more flower,” she said, holding out her arm to show him the empty spot on her wrist that perfectly mirrored where his cardina was. Luz had only done a few small flowers in addition to his larger intricate ones. He was impressed with his sister’s work, but couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. “I was thinking maybe a rose?”

“A rose?” he laughed. “I thought you hated roses.”

“Roses signify love and admiration, I could never hate them,” Willow scoffed dramatically at the notion. “Especially if it’s a rose you gave me.”

#huntlow #toh #willow park #hunter toh #toh au #winter toh #its so long and nothing really happens but whatever #also theyre older here obvi because they own businesses #willow is a girlboss

[schuylerpeck]

Hey, the leaves turn red and I love you.

The days have been hectic and the nights too~short. In a few days, the terrace I've always known will be replaced and, of that I'm sure, wherever they reuse the stones part of my childhood will follow. It's silly, really, to get so attached to a bunch of slabs of pinkish stone. But isn't life a succession of silly little things to love ? Don't we make these little things important by caring so much ? Isn't that how ghosts are made ?

If it is, then this house and its surroundings are full of ghosts of the child I was at various ages, stretched on the warm terrace, running up and down the stairs, climbing the trees and braiding dandelions crowns.

Everything back then was so bright, so vivid, and in precious moments of clarity I realise it still is. Picking apples, making them shine with and old handkerchief, I find the red I remembered. After rain, the grass is so lush it almost glows, and there is the green I thought I lost. The grapes, so ripe they perfume the air around, give me back a gold so soft and warm it's almost pink. A puddle gives the strong blue from above stranded in the middle of a muddy path.

The knowledge of these colours still being here, no matter how well hidden, is my gift for you today, for no other reason than we're here in this world at the same time. I hope you sleep tight, when night reaches you. I don't know you but I love you.

Hey, there’s a mug of tea steeping on the nightstand and I love you.

maybe there is too much to sit with lately. I’m finding myself more at peace in the city and I think it’s because I know my days within it are becoming numbered. this week, I’ve done the things I wanted instead of leaving my wishes on the counter to blue and mold. I spend a lot of time thinking about my dog’s graying face. I hope I’m becoming a good person. maybe it’s been too long since I’ve checked the map in getting there. maybe I’m not quite sure how. but when I biked home today, under the brilliant orange canopy, the sun would warm my face between the hiccupped shadows of skyscrapers. on the sidewalk, someone bumped their favorite song from a speaker; another curled her sweater’s sleeves around her hands.

last winter, time crept along with creaking knees. spring and summer passed in a full sprint. for a while now, I’ve wanted to find where it is I need to stand so that I can hold my hands out and feel the months more deeply as they pass. from my window, a full moon wishes me good morning as it sinks into sleep. my bedroom is perfumed with the smell of sunned leaves. I spend my lunch hour reading and scribbling notes in the margins. from where I stand now, I can feel the months pass like velvet between my fingers.

here, I’ve saved a spot for you — where we can pretend for a moment we’re kids, running our hands through the ocean as the boat paddles along; we can wave our fingers through it and try to hold on, but loosen our tight fists anyway, letting the days roll by as they may. it’s my gift to you, if for no other reason than we’re here in this world at the same time — a jar of salt water, half a yard of velvet, and this little sliver of peace, however long it may last. to be content in the in-between — not wanting to linger any longer than we can, not racing towards all we’re excited for. what a comfort it might be to let out a long breath together.

I hope you sleep tight when night reaches you, cozy and serene wherever you might be. I don’t know you, but I love you.

#i don't know you but i love you #poetry #poems

[blazenfire223]

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A set of old doodles and marker drawings of different things. Some romatic Gentlebeard, Crowley in an outfit I saw on Pinterest, an Aziraphale I did to test out the markers, another doodles of my partner, some doodles to cover up marker bleeding, a minion AU that I unironically love way too much from @/luoiae over on Instagram, and a slightly spicy Izzy Hands/Eniera Hands comic (my little fan made spouse for him based of a tweet). It's nothing serious. It's mostly implied..

ID: 1. A traditional marker drawing of Stede Bonnet and Edward Teach. Ed does not have a beard and is looking out the window at Stede lovingly. He is in a in a house of what could either be their own brick house or a fantasy tower of sorts. He is wearing hsi red silk robe. Stede is standing right out side the window and is looking up behind himself at Edward, staring just as lovingly. He is wearing a baby blue vest with a white shirt underneath (his sleeves are rolled up and you can see a bit of his chest and hair), and orangeish-brown trousers. He also has 2 golden looped earrings on his left ear. Hearts float around them. Edward says, in an all too fond tone "Hello, my Prince" and Stede replys, also in an all too fond tone, "Hello, Darling!"

2. A traditional marker drawing of Crowley in outfit dark out fit I saw on Pinterest. He has his head tilted to the left and has his hands in his pockets. He has long hair and is weaing his usual sunglasses along with some black looped earrings on both ears, a dark grey collared shirt with a dark grey tie, a golden cross necklace with a red gem in the middle where the points meet, a long dark grey overcoat with extra drapey bits that go over the shoulders, and some darker grey trousers with a chain attached to hem of trousers. A small blushy Aziraphale is in the top right side of the page clapping his hands. There are hearts floating around his head. He says, "You look wonderful, dear!"

3. Page filled with various doodles. There are random marker swatches in the top left corner. An expiremental bust drawing of Aziraphale is just below them, he is smiling. He was my first use of the markers. Just off to the side of him is a random ink sketch of a person with neck length hair, huge eyes, and a huge smile. They have no nose off to the bottom right of that is a small chili head of Ario, my reverse AU Aziraphale, with hearts around him, and then at the very bottom left is a small bean version of myself.

4. A small blushy doodle of Aziraphale holding his face and gushing about Crowley, calling him handsome. Little hearts float around his face.

5. A small marker bust doodle of my partner. They have brown hair, green eyes, square glasses, and are wearing a white sleveless turtle neck shirt with a boob window. They look up in marvel and have little hearts that float around them.

6. A messy marker plus blue pen doodle of my partner. He is wearing square shaped glasses, a yellow straped dress with a black, white, and yellow sweater underneath, and a black stocking on his left leg. She is posed with her left leg up, left hand just below his chin, and right hand out. Like a cutesy andime girl pose. His hair is shoulder length, brown, and puffy and he has puffy bangs to match.

7. A page filled with various doodles. A small chibi Crowley face tearing up in the top corner saying "A-angel?' A little expiremental doodle of a blushing face near Crowley's, a doodle of small dark stick figures of Aziraphale's and Crowley with wings and hearts around them. A doodle of Stede Bonnet's face smiling with the word "BBY" next to him and finally a depressed profile bust doodle of Edward Teach in his breakup robe.

8. A page half filled with cursed pencil doodles of OFMD characters as minions, with the other half of the page taken up by part of a Minionized version of the OFMD Stede and Ed kiss scene.

the top doodles are or Izzy Hands and his fan made spouse, Eniera Hands and a very small doodle of Lucius and Black Pete.

Below them are a Minionized Edward Teach posing stylishly with one foot out and his sword held up high. he is winking. Below him are small doodles of a Happy minion Swede and a minion Roach with his clever, ready to cut off someone's hands.

In the bottom left corner is a Stede Bonnet that looks like Gru.

9. A small pencil comic of Izzy and Eniera. Eniera holds Izzy's teary face up with one hand, finger underneath his chin and their thumb on his lip.

"Oh, love," Eniera says. "What has happened to you all these years?"

The next bit is a slight zoom in on Izzy's teary eyed face, still held in Eniera's hand. He has his mouth opened slightly, tounge dipping out a bit to meet Eniera's thumb. Little hearts float around them.

With Eniera saying, "But still as eager as ever to please~" /end ID)

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[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Unwanted Mate - Chapter 6 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Tatum Briar

I knew Nathan's plan could have possibly worked.

He could have easily seduced Calvin and this time I would have been included.

As nice as that would have been... I didn't want to go through with it.

Unlike Nathan, I knew our mate would only feel horrible after.

That was the last thing I wanted.

Calvin should want to willingly be intimate with us, should feel great about it afterward.

It shouldn't be something he did just because he couldn't stop.

That was wrong and wrong of us to do that to him.

"C-can we talk?" I asked, stopping Nathan in the process of taking off his sweater.

"I wanted to talk to both of you."

It was true... I'd been thinking about it all day, so much so that I had vented to my new friend about my worries.

Parker had been understanding and had even offered advice but I was embarrassed immediately after.

"Talk?" Nathan said the word like he'd forgotten what it meant.

He was also clearly confused about why I wasn't going along with his plan.

It was rare for me not to follow along behind him.

"I just..." sighing shakily, I scraped up the courage to look at Calvin who was already staring me down.

My face warmed under his steady gaze, my fingers fidgeting inside the sleeves of my soft yellow sweater.

"I wanted... I just want both of you to know that all I want is for y'all to be happy."

Swallowing past the lump in my throat was difficult but I pushed myself to say what I needed to.

"I'll be happy as long as you're happy. No matter what you choose."

There, I'd said it.

I told myself I'd accept whatever they said no matter how my heart ached.

"Look at what you've done," Nathan's face scrunches up in anger, his words directed towards Calvin as he quickly came to me.

I didn't realize that I was crying until Nathan was wiping away the tears on my cheeks and trying to get me to look at him.

I was too scared to.

Even more scared to look at Calvin.

I had repeatedly told myself that I would be okay if they wanted to be together... just the two of them.

But I think I had lied to myself because now after saying it aloud, I was terrified.

"Don't be silly Tate," Nathan wrapped his arms around my neck in a tight hug, trying to get me to return it.

Sniffling, I hid my face against his neck, breathing in his familiar scent that had been a comfort for me since before I could remember.

"I'll leave that stupid overgrown 'Chucky doll' before I ever leave you. You're stuck with me forever."

Despite my tears, I couldn't help but laugh through them at his insult towards our mate.

Nathan unwrapped his arms from around my neck, pulling me fully against him so that every part of us was connected.

I wasn't assured yet, however, not with how quiet Calvin was being.

Did his silence mean my suspicions were right?

Did he not want me?

Nathan kissed my cheek, fingers brushing through my hair in a soothing manner that made me lean further into him.

He leaned back just enough to meet my eyes and wipe away any remaining tears.

"It's always been me and you, that's never going to change."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, hiding my face back against his neck.

I'd ruined his plans and possibly the only chance we'd get to convince our mate to accept us.

Calvin must be ashamed and it's all my fault.

Despite Nathan's words, I knew he had to be upset with me too.

Only if I'd kept my mouth shut, we could have had at least one night with Calvin before he woke up regretting everything and really rejected us.

He'd let us down easily the first time.

It was obvious he didn't want to hurt us.

He just didn't want us or anyone as a mate.

Warmth pressed against my back and I shivered, clinging onto Nathan as I kept my eyes shut tightly.

The hands that gripped at my waist were way too big to be my twins.

They were rough from hard work but he was gentle with how he caressed my jaw and turned my face.

Looking up, I was met with his sad green eyes.

They were always like that, only lighting up around his pup.

It made my heart heavy knowing we only made it worse.

The mates he didn't ask for, the unwanted gift from our Moon Goddess.

I prayed that in our next life, things could be different.

We didn't talk as we all pulled away from each other.

Calvin offered us some old shirts he had stashed away and Nathan stripped down without a care, not bothering to put on the shirt and instead crawling onto the bed.

Calvin looked away, his shoulders tense and his posture rigid.

He was clearly uncomfortable.

"We can go," I offered, chest burning and throat clogged from the tears I forced myself to hold back.

Nathan didn't look happy but he was being very unlike himself and keeping quiet.

It was selfish of me to only think I was being rejected, Nathan was clearly affected by it as well.

Just earlier today I'd found him sobbing into a pair of designer jeans.

"It's late," Calvin murmured.

I turned my back to them with a burning face as I quickly swapped my sweater for the large shirt that hung to my thighs.

My jeans I kept on, not wanting to make Calvin any more uncomfortable.

"I want to go home," Nathan whispered once I climbed on the bed beside him.

I think it dawned on him that he couldn't change Calvin's mind.

Not really, not in the way we wanted.

Sleeping with him wouldn't make him love us.

[twistednuns]

January 2024

My New Year's Kiss. I wonder if this is the first time I didn't have to cheat and had a significant other volunteering for the job. I told C. about two resolutions I needed his help with. Focusing on positivity and gratitude (= to stop nagging and being overly critical) and to find a balance between distance and closeness.

A long walk through the woods. Climbing over trees and balancing with the kids. Cuddling with Mara. Getting the kids to play Activity despite their age. Connecting with Lian.

The little witch hat I poured in a New Year's ritual. A symbol for good luck and going your own way.

Charlie climbing up on my shoulder. My little witch cat. Love him.

A day at the Botanical gardens with Christian, his son and a few friends with their children. Marvelling at the tropical butterflies. Explaining interesting facts to the little ones. I felt like a walking lexicon. Beatriz took a liking to me and walked with me through the museum. She showed me the big crystals, the huge bug photographies and we played a nature quiz together.

The perfect burnt orange nail polish: Essie's row with the flow. Combining it with golden blots and black strokes.

Watching the new/last Hayao Miyazaki movie, The Boy and the Heron. Parts of it were so absolutely beautiful and touching that I kept starting to cry. I loved the scene with the Warawara spiraling up into the night sky. And the one with the landing of the tower, flames retreating back into the windows leaving only a faint glow. The iridescent colours on the stone walls. I kept discovering elements from older Ghibli movies - almost like little Easter eggs throughout the film.

Karaoke bingo, singing a duet and a little late night shopping session with Margit.

Wearing my new midnight blue velvet top. It features little golden star constellations and is so soft that I keep touching myself. I forgot how much I appreciate a good texture. Velvet is definitely one of them.

Eating a rainbow of juicy fruit for breakfast. With frozen raspberries under my vanilla porridge. And a spoonful of crunchy peanut butter.

A long chat with Becky, staring at her apple green Granny Smith sweater.

The shadows on the wall after sunset looked like a creepy snowflake made up of swords and twigs.

Angel numbers only on the bathroom scale.

Ordering exactly the piece of cake I wanted. The one with the chocolate star on top.

A very long French fry.

A dream: sitting on an unsteady stack of mattresses with my employers. Using a parachute to jump into a crumpled-up rainbow. / Preparing the van to drive up to the coast for a sailing trip with my dad.

Cinema and delicious Vietnamese dinner with Christian and Lena.

Frank checked in on me because he knew how much I dreaded going back to school and rewarded me with a cute gif of head scratches for a cat. I reacted with a vibrating phone emoji and he totally got it!

Entering productivity mode. Working on a few things that had been on my to do list forever. Tackling these is especially juicy. / My beginning of the year decluttering and organising mood. Planning ahead, streamlining my digital files and notes, throwing out physical deadweight.

Taping some of my meditative paintings on the wall. Realising how much I actually like them and how much I enjoy the creative process. I immediately sink into a state of flow as soon as I start painting. Why does it always take me so long to overcome this mental barrier?

My journal coming together beautifully. It's almost full - only a few empty pages are left. Making a collage to mark the beginning of 2024. I love writing by hand. It slows you down and structures your thinking.

Spotting a dark squirrel outside my kitchen window after talking with a pupil about winter rest and how rare it must be to see one waking up looking for the nuts they've hidden in autumn.

Tall white lilies in a green stained glass vase.

Sneaking grated carrot into my breakfast. Undetectable in carrot cake overnight oats.

A chunky apple green short sleeve sweater over a delicate black lace top. I love the contrast of the textures.

Expanding my accountability system. Christian offered to help me with my weight loss goal and my boss offered to keep asking for new ideas and insights on my career change. She wants me to get a move on. In a way, I feel quite supported. My new mommy and daddy? I know I know, I have to learn how to be my own parent, but it does feel nice to have people in your life who are looking out for you.

The sun hanging low in the sky, appearing huge through the misty winter clouds right before sunset.

It's fascinating to see how quickly the Universe throws you a ball when you've decided that you really want something. That you're ready. Since I talked to my boss about my career change I keep getting mails with interesting offers. An invitation to Guatemala to work at Fungi Academy. An old contact from PI reaching out with new international programs. Booking a free career coaching. Opportunities to study visual arts. I'm curious to see where this takes me.

The more you create, the more powerful you become. The more you consume, the more powerful others become. - James Clear

The first strawberry of the year. Yes, in January. Sue me. It was delicious. Strawberries bring me so much joy!

Tapping into a state of pure bliss during meditation. Smiling involuntarily. What a high!

The computer screen mysteriously turned on at 22:22 and demanded my attention. Huh.

I bought a car! Without thinking or knowing too much about it but I simply had a good feeling. It's tangerine-coloured and expands my range of movement a lot. I discovered that I can actually connect my phone via Bluetooth to listen to music (didn't expect that) AND the perfect volume adjustment is 22. Win.

Fabi's unexpected presents. And the spontaneous invitation to the exit room. It was lovely to see him, Frank and Marie again!

Finally giving Frank his birthday present. Finishing his letter with shared memories. He really liked it!

Realizing that I'm really scared of preparing a portfolio for Art University. Perhaps that's exactly why I should do it.

Booking plane tickets to Athens on a whim one Monday morning. I've never been to mainland Greece. And it's gonna be my first longer trip with Christian. Exciting.

A lovely Sunday with Lian and C. I delivered Fabi's boat and drove my new car in the sunshine. Beautiful, radiant winter landscapes. Connecting with C., playing, going on a little quest to find his keys, driving to the sledding hill, a gas station run to buy tobacco and get lottery tickets, cooking a delicious dinner and receiving rave reviews. A little chemistry experiment growing crystals with Lian. Getting high. Talking.

A productive coaching session with Valerie. And it was free because I won it in a raffle.

(Lemonade) Crunchy ice. (Kick it once, kick it twice / turn around, touch the ground / kick your boyfriend out of town and freeze)

Catching up with Nico over Indian food.

A cuddle movie night at Luna's. Snacks, sleepover, sharing sexy secrets with C. in the morning, playing computer games together.

Chocolate-covered dates. Comté cheese and strawberries on sourdough bread.

What an experience: attending my first KAP event. I'm still not sure what happened that afternoon.

Poor Things is such a fantastic movie. I loved everything about it. The ideas, outfits, scenery, Emma Stone's acting.

The latest Slutering Party was delicious. Very orgy-like, with lots of sensual connections and a lack of hard boundaries. Free flow and love.

The production of The Tempest / Das Dämmern der Welt was super interesting. I loved the live band and choir music. The video camera on stage, the drastic choices for the cast. Abstract but enticing.

I loved the first book I read this year: I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman.

Little luxuries. A toilet seat with an automatic/slow-closing lid. I've also started to shine my shoes. Both makes me feel very put-together and grown-up.

A super interesting collection of different niche aesthetics collected by Cari Institute.

A forced slow day. Couldn't really walk after hurting my leg jumping out of a tram's way. So I slept and read and finished my Harry Potter marathon. Didn't even completely turn it into a rot day because I put on lipstick, went to choir practice and even changed my bedsheets.

Kathrin touching my arm when she saw me come in, greeting me so warmly. It felt like she was happy to see me! Astrid inquiring about my limping. I genuinely thanked her for asking, taking an interest in me. Practicing Joyful, Joyful - such a beautiful song. "Fill us with the light." If I get the chance to sing a solo part I'll gladly accept. I'm feeling this song so much.

Stumbling upon the perfect Desigual jacket. It's made for me: MY colour. MY pattern. MY cut. And it was on sale.

A very weird morning. Super inspired. Ecstatic. Lots of insights, impulses, realizations. What's going here? Frantic journalling ensued. I understood that I might be able to... choose my reality?

Caffeine-infused creativity and musings about the word curation.

Rice pudding with fresh fruit.

My little project to use up all my stored groceries and eat the contents of my freezer.

Stocking up on countless bottles of watered down kombucha, blue juice and Volvic matcha drink. It feels like the height of luxury to have your fridge full of fancy beverages.

Strawberries and cream. End game.

The little candied, sesame-coated almond I was offered upon leaving Manouche, the Lebanese restaurant near my school. Delicious.

Comparing MRI sounds to minimal techno, sending C. Fantas by Caterina Barberi. I still want to see her live one day.

Sunrise at Filzhof. The long shadows cast by the fence. Cats basking in the morning sun. Little birdies visiting.

A ballsy move: finally getting a helix and septum piercing. Just woke up one morning and decided to do it.

Road tripping with C. Picking up my cello and an armchair from my brother's house. Talking to my former neighbour. Hardware store, home decor, thrift shopping. A piece of cake in Gstaudach. Making a delicious wok dish with lots of veggies and noodles for dinner. The cat in my car. Flight simulator with VR goggles. Sleeping on the new pillows.

And after F. cancelled on me, we spent Sunday together as well. We played some computer games, watched a movie. His son and ex-wife came over and brought pastries. I read him a few pages from A Little Life as a bedtime story.

Planning a treasure hunt for a birthday party.

Learning about C.'s taste in music.

Strong synchronicity game. 1111 on the clock, 222 on the bus.

C. booking me on his flight to Manchester. Talking about our roadtrip route. Learning about Atlas Obscura.

Buying everything I like. I escalated a little at IKEA. Assembling a trolley. It's a bit like a 3D puzzle! I'm in my home decor queen phase.

Koawach white chocolate drink. Incredibly sweet but so indulgent. To counterbalance the sweetness: rosehip tea.

Hazelnut cinnamon cookies. Pistachio ice-cream.

An indulgent guilty pleasure: devouring a whole ball of mozzarella straight out of the bag. Moist, stringy, delicious.

Using NARS Orgasm blush as eyeshadow.

Very attractive pictures of Mark Ruffalo in his Poor Things dancer's attire.

Tempeh. Brussels sprouts - not the frozen kind for once.

Feeling incredibly cool on my first work days after the sick leave. Space buns, my new Desigual jacket, the orange pair of hip sunglasses. Plum-coloured lipstick. Swirly golden hoop earrings.

A substitute lesson with cool students who could take a joke but still work on grammar exercises with me. Compliments for my English. I know, doesn't really count from 14-year-olds but it still felt nice.

Just walking over to Peter's place for an audio cable (and he even opened the door despite being ill). I love how much we've cultivated supporting each other in our choir!

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[emgoesmed]

10/27/2021

Snapshots from this weekend, exploring the local library and enjoying an oat milk chai latte at a sunlit cafe.

Trick or treat?

Treat 🙂

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[minghaoyoudoin]

Incentive

pairing: boyfriend!idol!seunghun x gn!non-idol!reader

genre: smut, minors don't even think about it!!

words: 2.3k

warnings: idol!seunghun, non!idol reader, sub!seunghun, soft dom!reader, oral sex (m receiving), bad language, dirty talk, stripping, mentions of cum, gn!reader, use of the pet name "baby", body worship, spit kink if you squint, brief mention of seunghun struggling sometimes, swallowing, teasing, praise kink (sort of?), and I think that's all!

a/n: yes, this was definitely inspired by my discovery that seunghun has been teaching himself to knit/crochet during cix's hiatus, lol 🤪 I hope y'all enjoy this filth, I had fun writing it and I'd do it again - j

“I really don’t think I’m doing this right.”

You looked up at your boyfriend’s words, holding the tight stitch you’d just completed in place with your fingers. Seunghun presented you with the half-completed sweater sleeve he had been obsessing over for the last hour. The material was an atrocious shade of green and looked more like a deflated yarn balloon animal, one of his knitting needles stuck haphazardly through the fabric.

“It looks good, you’re making good progress.” You nodded sagely. Seunghun’s eyes narrowed at your lie and he made a show of dramatically tossing the sleeve onto the coffee table in front of him.

“You’re a bad liar. This is impossible,” he pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. You bit back a smile and resumed your own project, beginning the transition from blue to white yarn. Seunghun leaned over to your side of the couch so he could peer down at your work. “You’re almost done?”

You giggled airily. “I taught myself how to knit when I was thirteen. You asked me to teach you this morning.” You playfully shoved Seunghun’s shoulder and he fell back against his armrest, shooting daggers at you with his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll get it with practice.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Do you want to do something else?”

Seunghun groaned. “No. I’ve been bored for weeks—I might be terrible at this but at least it’s something to do.”

That was true, you supposed. Seunghun’s group had been on hiatus for a while now and you could tell it was starting to get to him. It was obvious just in the way he moved that he missed performing; sitting around being docile frazzled his nerves. Your boyfriend, more than anyone you had ever met, was not meant for a normal life.

It made you all the more grateful that, for some reason, he had chosen you.

You were arguably the most mundane person in the world, but you liked yourself and your life, for the most part. You loved crafts and cooking and sitting in peaceful silence. Seunghun was really the only part of your life that forced you out of your safe little bubble. He was your complete opposite—all big smiles and laughter and near-constant energy.

You balanced each other out in all the right ways. And over the course of your two year relationship, you had become addicted to his presence. You hadn’t intended to become romantically involved with an idol, but sometimes life just worked out in ways you didn’t expect.

Seunghun watched in dejected silence as you began the final color transition—from white back to baby blue—in your sweater. “Keep trying, you’ll get the hang of it.” You urged him softly. Once you finished the row, you held the sweater up to his chest, testing its length.

Damn, you thought to yourself, still too short. Seunghun—as well as the other four members of his group, for that matter—were all ridiculously tall.

He peered down at the sweater pressed to his front and clicked his tongue. “Yours looks great. That’s it. I’ve decided for the good of humanity that I’m going to give up.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Do I need to give you an incentive to finish it or something?”

It was the wrong thing to say. Seunghun’s face immediately broke into a wide smile, momentarily blinding you.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “What kind of incentive?”

You feigned nonchalance as you thought of what to say, hoping the butterflies in your belly weren’t obvious on your face. You pulled the sweater back into your lap, your skin suddenly too warm where your knuckles had been touching his shoulders.

“Is sex all you think about?” You chuckled, albeit a bit nervously.

“Only when you’re around.”

“I’m always around.”

Seunghun’s smile fell, that wonderful light emanating off of him dimming. “Not always.”

He wasn’t wrong. During the periods when his group was actively promoting, you sometimes went days or weeks at a time without seeing one another. It was hard for you, but you knew in the back of your mind that it was harder for him. He had to be on all the time, and though he had a near bottomless well of energy to draw from, you knew it still ran dry from time to time.

You patted his knee reassuringly. And, abruptly desperate to regain the lighthearted banter from before, you recklessly said the first thing that came to your mind.

“If you finish that sleeve by the time I’m done with this, I’ll make you cum on my tongue.”

Seunghun looked like he might catch on fire. He snatched his jumbled ball of yarn off the coffee table so fast that you snorted. In seconds he was shoving the needle through the fabric again, holding it dangerously close to his face.

Still chuckling, you went back to working on the last few rows of stitches.

It was harder to concentrate now, though. Seunghun was stiff next to you, his right knee nearly vibrating with energy where it was pressed against yours on the couch. You knew he would win the challenge you had given him; not only was he ridiculously competitive, but he also had an unhealthy obsession with your mouth.

You were so flustered that you had to undo and re-knot a stitch three times before it was perfect as the ones around it. In your periphery, your boyfriend was squinting at the yarn in his hands, the tip of his pink tongue sticking out of the corner of his lips under the force of his concentration.

Yeah, he was definitely going to finish before you, probably in more ways than one. You already felt building pressure in your lower stomach, your mouth drying out a bit in anticipation.

Though it had taken Seunghun an hour to complete the first half of his sleeve, he finished the rest in under ten minutes.

“Done!” He yelled triumphantly, holding the completed piece in front of your face for proof. You smiled to yourself again without looking up from your work.

“I’m not,” you said casually. Seunghun’s shoulders slumped and he threw the sleeve onto the table again. “I’m on the last row. Do you think you can be a good boy and wait for me until I’m finished?”

Seunghun nodded enthusiastically and you rewarded him with a sweet smile.

“Here’s what I want you to do, baby.” You were focusing more now on the way his eyes tracked your hands’ movements than the task in front of you. “Every time I finish one of these knots, I want you to take off a piece of clothing. Can you do that for me?”

Instead of responding, he hastily slid his socks off his feet as you tied off another knot. Your smile widened a bit. Such a good boy, only for you.

You moved at an intentionally slow, agonizing pace as you continued the last row. Stitch, Seunghun removed his sweater. Stitch, he discarded his white tee on the floor by his feet. Stitch, his sweatpants were shoved down and off until your boyfriend was left only in his underwear.

By the time you finally got to the last knot, Seunghun was squirming on the couch next to you. You watched the rapidly forming wet spot on his gray boxers through the corner of your eye and wet your lips. You couldn’t wait to taste him.

“Baby, please,” Seunghun breathed when you began slowly doubling the final stitch to hold the yarn in place. You threw him another sweet smile and your stomach flipped when you saw the glint in his eyes. You were walking a dangerous line—Seunghun loved to be teased to the point of torture, but one wrong move and he would flip on a dime.

If you were being honest, you didn’t mind that possibility, either.

As you pulled the yarn taut, Seunghun removed his underwear. And you couldn’t wait anymore. You didn’t care that the last few rows of the sweater looked like shit. The thing was a gift for Seunghun, anyway, and seeing tangible evidence of the way he affected you would probably excite him every time he put the thing on.

You took your time setting the sweater aside, savoring the way Seunghun’s body trembled. Wordlessly, you shifted until you were on the floor, pride filling your chest as your boyfriend’s legs immediately parted to let you between them.

You ran your fingernails lightly from his ankles to the tops of his pretty thighs and he shuddered. “You did so well, baby. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

Seunghun nodded, staring down at you through lust-lidded eyes. You pressed feather-light kisses to each of his knees and worked your way up his thighs. He whimpered when you skipped over his hard cock altogether, instead doting in his hipbones, his toned stomach, his chest. You took one of his nipples into your mouth, watching his throat work as your tongue swirled over the tight bud.

His body stiffened when you began to move south, somehow even slower than before. And when you finally settled between his thighs again, finally allowed yourself to look at his pretty red cock, you sighed contentedly.

“Always so needy for me.” You whispered, at last wrapping your fingers around his base. At that first contact, Seunghun’s body jerked and he let out a tiny moan.

“Always, baby, only for you. Only for you…” He threaded his fingers into your hair and you shivered when his nails lightly scratched at your scalp.

Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you pumped him once and dragged your tongue from his balls to head. Seunghun groaned, his head falling limply against the cushions behind him.

“Look at me, Seunghun.” You commanded softly. He forced his eyes open until they made contact with yours and the wildfire inside of you roared at the lust there. “If you look away, I stop.”

Seunghun hastily nodded his understanding as you gathered spit into your mouth and allowed a long string of it to fall onto his cock. It twitched in your hand, a bit more precum leaking from his tip while you worked him.

You took the head between your lips first, using your tongue to apply pressure in circles around it. Seunghun moaned again, low in his throat.

“Yes—ah—oh my god,” he hissed as you bobbed your head on him, taking more of his cock into your mouth. You hummed, appreciating how his hips involuntarily thrusted upward at the sensation.

Your other hand worked his balls as you willed your throat to relax. Seunghun’s cock slid further into your throat each time you moved, but there was still somehow more of him that you couldn’t manage to fit. You twisted your hand around the base of his shaft and his whimpers picked up urgency.

You lifted your eyes again and were immediately rewarded with his gaze still on you. He could barely keep his eyes open, his chest rapidly rising and falling as you brought him closer to his release. You could tell that he was fighting the urge to let his head fall back with every breath.

“You t-take me so well—ah—” Seunghun’s praise cut off into a moan when you hummed again. Motivated by his broken words, you forcefully ignored your gag reflex until the head of his cock sat in the back of your throat. And when you swallowed around him, the loud moan Seunghun released nearly made you cum right then and there.

You did it again, some primal urge within you needing to hear the way you made him feel. He was a mess for you; color stained his pretty cheeks and concentration furrowed his brows, a lovely crease forming between them as he chased his orgasm.

“J-just like that—gonna cum, where…?”

“In my mouth, Hun,” you picked up your pace as you bobbed your head on him. Seunghun whimpered at your reply, both of his hands knotted in your hair now as he lightly guided your movements. You let him use your mouth, painfully turned on by the way he disregarded your own comfort in his effort to cum.

An idea struck you. Your hand still lightly massaging his balls moved downward. You swallowed around his cock at the same time you pressed your index finger against the area of skin between his balls and ass, a direct line to his prostate.

Your eyes flicked up to watch his face as Seunghun let out a vulgar moan, and he was gone. His eyes rolled back and at last screwed closed as his groan of pleasure cut off, his body locking under the force of his orgasm.

When he came in your throat, you took every last drop he gave you. He came in thick spurts, his cock repeatedly pulsing in your mouth. You moaned around him, the vibrations dragging him through his orgasm to the point of pain.

At last, he had nothing left to give. Seunghun’s eyes peeled open and he gazed down at you with an expression of undiluted admiration on his face. You continued leisurely licking his shaft as the last aftershocks trembled through him until he couldn’t take the overstimulation anymore.

You rose from the floor to kiss him eagerly, which he happily accepted. He paid no mind to the taste of him still lingering on your lips as his tongue dove into your mouth.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips. You giggled, breathless, and began to pull away, intending to go clean yourself up before bed. Seunghun caught you by the elbow before you could and offered a devilish grin that instantly had you ready for him again.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you, yet.”

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[books-and-catears]

I'm gonna risk a second ask.

"So that's where my missing sweater went." By Satan to MC?

11."So that's where my missing sweater went."

Souvenir

Satan had already looked through the entire laundry thrice - his green sweater was nowhere to be found.

He asked his brothers too (he grilled Asmo the most just in case he took it for questionable reasons) but noone had an answer.

Well only person left to ask was MC. He knocked at the door but it was already ajar. He opened the door and walked in slowly.

"MC have you seen my green- oh."

He found his sweater adorning your sleeping body. It was big enough to cover the upper part of your thighs, and fall loosely off your shoulders. And the way you slept curled up like a kitten holding a book - made his face turn hot.

His fingers fidgeted with the phone contemplating whether he should save this sight in there. But you woke up in the middle of his deliberation.

After you woke up and your eyes met, it was hard to tell who was more embarassed.

"Uh so I can...I can explain. So I ended up my only long sleeved sweater to the cat's to kesp them warm but then I got cold and I saw this in the laundry room all dry and thought I'd borrow it for a while I'm so sorry-" You rambled.

Satan started laughing midway. He cupped your flustered face. "It's okay you can keep it. It looks good on you."

"No no it's okay! I'm just borrowing it I-"

"Keep it. Think of it as a souvenir of me. It's comfy for you, right?" Satan smirked.

You nodded rubbing your sleeves, feeling the softness on your skin. It even smelled like him. Wearing his sweater felt like getting a hug from him. "But aren't you cold?"

"True, I'm a little cold myself now. You wouldn't mind lending me some body heat would you?" He said lifting up your blankets and snuggling in next to you.

And for the rest of the evening, Satan kept glancing at you in his sweater and smiling to himself like a dork.

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me satan #obey me shall we date

[ibis-gt]

*slides you 37 pennies* how would luther handle trying to go on a public date with cam (movie, restaurant, etc.) with the whole… affection turns height to no.

had two requests for this one so here u go! luther does his best to keep it together for date night. 2750 words, warning for brief mention of violence in a movie and some hanky panky between consenting adults. not explicit, just a little spicy.

~~~

Four months into their relationship, and Luther has more of a handle on things now.

He’s got the size thing totally under control. He hardly ever shrinks just because Cam looked at him anymore. He can take a compliment like a champion. Those soft, sweet, gentle smiles that spread across Cam’s face like molasses? Barely make him lose an inch. Physical contact? He’s… still working on that one.

But at the very least they can have date nights in public now, as long as Cam behaves himself, and Cam is quite willing to behave himself. Most of the time.

It’s a snowy Saturday night in December, and they’ve got a date planned. Cam will pick Luther up at eight, they’ll go have dinner at a local sushi place, watch a late night special feature from the 80s, and then come back home for some wine and light snuggling before bed. An absolutely perfect night, if Luther can make it through enough of it full-size.

He’s still debating his outfit when a gentle knock at his front door heralds his beloved’s arrival. Five minutes early as usual.

“It’s open!” Luther calls. “C’mon in and help me choose, will you?” He’s standing in his bedroom in a pair of black slacks with the horrid green jumpsuit undone and tied around his waist, staring critically at his two choices of top. A lovely turquoise turtleneck, or a stylish electric blue button-up. The floor creaks behind him as Cam ambles in. “Which one do you think is better? I guess it depends on what you’re wear - eep!”

Luther squeaks and jumps as Cam presses his lips to Luther’s neck, big warm hands sliding up his arms to rest on his bare shoulders, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.

“Both look nice,” Cam murmurs in his ear. “But I think I like the blue one better.”

“C-cam,” Luther whines, his face going pink. “If you keep this up we’re not even going to get out the door.” The hands remove themselves, and Cam pulls back, chuckling.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. All that exposed real estate, you know.” He lets out a perfect wolf whistle. God damn him. Luther glares over his shoulder and folds his arms, letting annoyance take over.

“We’ve been planning this for weeks, and you’re going to ruin it,” he pouts. “Go on, out. Wait in the living room if you’re going to be like this.” Cam puts his hands up in a placating gesture and retreats, but that damn smile doesn’t leave his face. Luther tosses his hair and huffs, secretly proud of himself. He didn’t even lose a half inch. He turns back to consider his options.

Well, if Cam is so focused on his neck tonight, that sweater might be the better option to afford him some protection. But he said he liked the button-up better… It’s lighter than the sweater so it won’t keep him as warm, but that means he can steal Cam’s big coat later on. The turtleneck would completely cover the green jumpsuit, but the blue of the button-up actually compliments it nicely. Luther nods decisively. The button-up will be perfect.

He dresses quickly, gives himself a final once-over in the mirror, unbuttons his top button, and heads out to see Cam. His boyfriend - his boyfriend! The thought still sends a thrill through him - has picked up the cat, Scrunge, and is stroking her head, making little baby noises at her. She purrs in her usual way, fast and loud, like a revving motorcycle. Cam sets her down when he sees Luther and sighs happily.

“You look fantastic,” he says.

“You clean up pretty nice yourself.” Luther crosses the room and fondly brushes a loose strand of hair behind Cam’s ear. Cam’s in a dark grey v-neck shirt and black suit jacket, slightly tarnished silver cufflinks adorning the sleeves. He’s got his big heavy winter coat draped over one arm so he doesn’t overheat in the relative warmth of the apartment. Luther sneaks a covetous little glance at it before grabbing his own shabby coat off a hook near the door.

He bends down to give Scrunge a goodbye scritch behind the ears. “Behave yourself while I’m out,” he tells her. “No tearing around the place and knocking things over.” She meows plaintively. Luther retrieves her bag of treats and gives her two as a bribe, which she accepts happily.

“Okay,” Luther says, straightening and shrugging on his coat. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Cam says, and takes his hand.

They walk to the restaurant. No point in searching for parking, it’d take longer than just hoofing it anyway. It’s been snowing on and off throughout the week and piles of dirty slush cover the sidewalk. It’s cold, but Luther’s coat is keeping him warm enough for now. He and Cam hold hands as they walk to the restaurant, and Luther doesn’t even shrink a little bit. His chest swells with so much pride he thinks his feet might leave the ground.

The place is only a little busy, so they have a short wait before they’re shown to their table. They get their usual orders. Luther prefers simple rolls and nigiri so the taste of the fish is front and center, while Cam likes to get the complicated, loaded rolls for the variety of texture and flavor. While they wait for their food to arrive, Luther fills Cam in on Scrunge’s latest reign of terror in his apartment, and how much it’ll cost to fix the cracked frame of the painting she’d somehow managed to knock off the wall in her frenzy to catch the fabled red laser dot.

The food arrives. Cam offers Luther a taste of his rolls - he’s gotten something deep fried with cream cheese, cucumber, and crab, and another loaded high with four kinds of fish, topped with roe. Luther tries the one with all the fish, but passes on the deep fried one. He trades Cam a piece of mackerel nigiri. Then he continues on talking, telling Cam about his week, how work’s been, the new guy they hired, and the annoying new habit his coworker’s formed of singing along with the music on the jukebox, regardless of whether she knows the lyrics or not.

Luther suddenly catches the look in Cam’s eyes. There’s something… hungry in them. It’s the only way he can describe it. It’s not regular hungry, because he’s practically ignoring his food in favor of listening intently to Luther’s rambling story. He’s leaning forward, arms folded on the table in front of him, drinking in every word Luther has to say. He’s hungry for him. The realization hits Luther like a truck and he stops mid-sentence, jaw dropping, a blush starting to spread across his face.

“What’s wrong?” Cam asks, innocent as ever. How could he even know the effect he has on Luther? How could Luther ever explain?

“N-nothing, um, I… I’ve been talking a lot, why don’t you take over for a bit? What’s keeping you busy at work?” It was delightful to listen to Cam ramble on about his job. Luther barely understood a word of it, but his enthusiasm was adorable and, importantly, not about Luther. He could keep it together and breathe a bit, work on calming down the scramble of emotion in his gut.

Sure enough, he wins himself a good fifteen minutes of calm while Cam talks on about carburetors and mufflers and manifolds. He could be making it up for all Luther knows. It’s not until Cam realizes his deep fried roll has gone cold that he breaks off to eat. They finish their food, decide to pass on dessert, pay, and head for the theater.

It’s only a few blocks away, a fifteen minute walk at most. The night has gotten a little colder and darker, and now stray snowflakes drift and spin through the air, catching the streetlights and twinkling like stars. Cam has a lot of fun pretending he’s a dragon, his warm breath turning to steaming clouds in the freezing air. Luther’s shivering now, his old secondhand coat doing little to protect him from the chill. Cam notices, of course, and whips his own coat off in an instant.

“Oh, please,” Luther demurs, “You’re so chivalrous, but really, I’m fine.”

“You’re shaking like a weathervane in a hurricane, sweetheart. I’ll be fine, I’m my own space heater.” Cam arranges the coat over Luther’s shoulders neatly and slips his arm around Luther’s waist, pulling him in close. It’s so warm and so nice, and so very, very close. Luther’s shivers slacken and cease, and then one more shakes him, different from the rest.

“Oh no,” Luther whispers, “I was doing so well, please…”

Luckily, he only loses about three inches. His clothes are a little looser, and he’s engulfed a little more by Cam’s huge coat, but he’s still a perfectly normal height. He sighs in relief.

“So what’s this movie we’re seeing?” Luther asks, trying to take his mind off of things.

“Oh, so it’s this old sci fi cult classic based on a book no one’s ever read. I saw it the first time when I was like… eight? And it scarred me for life, really, and now I’m obsessed with this shit. The special effects are super gnarly, and they hold up okay, even though you can totally see the tube for the fake blood in the decapitation scene. Don’t worry too much about following the plot, it’s not really the point of the movie, but what you should know ahead of time is…”

Cam rambles on like that, filling the night with fog. Luther snuggles in closer and listens happily, totally at ease. He made it through the most important part of the night, and once they get in the theater, he can relax. It doesn’t matter if he shrinks in the theater - from what Cam’s said, the only people watching this late-night special feature will be die-hard fans who’ll be glued to the screen, and in the darkness they won’t have to worry about anyone catching sight of them.

That also means, of course, that Cam might get a little handsy once the lights dim. If he’s being honest, Luther would be disappointed if he didn’t.

They get a seat in the back row. As the previews start up, Cam reaches over and takes Luther’s chin in his hand, turning it gently so they face each other. For a moment, he just holds them there, staring into Luther’s eyes with an adoring softness that makes Luther’s heart sing. Then he leans in and kisses him, just once, softly on the mouth. Luther shivers and loses another few inches. Cam lets him go, but Luther’s not satisfied. He grabs Cam’s collar and pulls him down for another kiss, this one deeper and hungrier. Cam chuckles against his mouth and nips at his bottom lip, catching it between his teeth for just a moment. Luther sits back heavily in his seat, breath coming in shallow gasps. He grips his armrests tight, trying to pay attention to the trailer for the newest slasher flick as it blares out through the theater. No dice. He’s losing height fast now, shrinking down to four feet tall, his normal clothes hanging off his frame.

They stay apart for all of a minute before Cam’s hand sneaks across the seat and slides into place on Luther’s thigh. He strokes his thumb back and forth in a slow rhythm, humming happily. Luther gasps and shrinks more, staring wide-eyed as Cam’s hand covers more and more of him, soon easily encompassing his entire thigh.

He’s maybe two feet tall now and he can’t see the screen over the seat in front of him. Cam glances down, catching the pouting, grumpy look on Luther’s face, and presses a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“Here, sweetheart,” Cam murmurs, and picks Luther up with one hand. With the other, he frees him from his clothing so that he’s only clad in the jumpsuit. Cam settles Luther gently on his lap. This has fixed the problem of not being able to see the screen, but only momentarily. Luther goes bright red and dwindles down even further. By the time the previews have finished, he’s only eight inches tall.

As the opening theme blares with discordant trumpets, Cam pinches the back of Luther’s jumpsuit between thumb and forefinger and lifts him up. He dangles Luther in front of his face for a moment, expression torn between adoring and apologetic, then brings him in close for a gentle kiss. He sets Luther on his shoulder and hands him a piece of popcorn.

Luther hides his burning face behind the buttery morsel. He’d been expecting a little hanky panky, but nothing so direct. Stolen kisses, maybe a fake yawn that disguised Cam putting his arm around Luther, a little playing with his hair. Going for the thigh like that… that was entirely unexpected. He’s beginning to suspect Cam was trying to get him tiny.

The movie is just as gory and weird as promised. Luther isn’t super squeamish, but more than once he turns and ducks his face into Cam’s neck, squealing in disgust, his voice quiet enough at this size that he doesn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone else. Every time, he feels Cam shake under him with silent laughter, enjoying Luther’s reactions.

The movie ends before too long, and the other theatergoers file out, chatting animatedly with one another about the flick. Cam holds his hand up to his chest, and Luther pushes himself off Cam’s shoulder, landing gracefully in his palm. Cam sets him down on the armrest while he folds up Luther’s discarded clothing and tucks it in an inner pocket of his big coat. He looks down at Luther and tilts his head to one side, lips pursed in a calculating expression.

“You’re just a little too big to hide comfortably… here, let’s fix that.” Cam puts his elbows on either side of Luther on the armrest and looms over him, completely blocking the dim theater lights overhead. Luther takes a few involuntary steps back and bumps up against Cam’s hands, linked together behind him to form a ring penning him in. “You’re all mine now,” Cam breathes, quiet as a whisper. “So tiny and cute. I’m going to put you in my pocket and carry you home, and then… well, then we’ll see what I’ll do with you, hm?” A crooked, meaningful grin spreads across Cam’s face, and that hungry look comes back into his eyes.

It works like a charm. Luther’s legs shake, his heart pounds, and he shivers. He dwindles down to half his height, a mere four inches.

“There we go,” Cam croons, and scoops him up in one hand. Cam stows him safely in his coat pocket, held in a loose fist to keep him safe from jostling and the cold. He exits the theater and moves through the crowds easily. People tend to make way when they see a man his size coming towards them.

Luther curls up against Cam’s fingers and sighs happily. Cam’s hand is warm, calloused in places but soft in others, and the pocket sways gently with his gait. It’s so safe and cozy, combined with the late hour and the exhaustion of the day, it’s the perfect recipe to knock him out. He fights the heaviness of his eyelids as long as he can, but only makes it a few blocks before he’s fast asleep.

~~~

“Whew, cold one out tonight,” Cam says as he unlocks the door to Luther’s apartment. He can already hear Scrunge wailing on the other side. “I hope you weren’t too frozen in there.” He pushes the door open and addresses the cat. “Yes, we’re home, hello darling, we missed you too.” She winds around his legs and purr-meows at top volume. “Okay, okay, other people are trying to sleep,” Cam hisses. “You’re gonna wake up the whole floor, shitty kitty.” She mrrps in disapproval.

He pulls Luther out of his pocket. “So, babe, do you wanna - oh.” The little dear is asleep, snoring softly. Cam smiles and presses a kiss to his chest. He takes a seat on the couch, sighing as he plops himself down. Scrunge leaps up into his lap immediately and puts her front legs up on his chest, sniffing at Luther in his hand.

“Poor dear’s all tuckered out,” Cam murmurs, giving her a scritch. “Let’s let him rest.”

#asks #writing #cam and luther #gulliver's hanahaki #g/t #giant tiny #hit post before i remembered tags exist oops

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

calculated ii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You pride yourself in being cool, calm, and collected... and then Jeon Jungkook knocks you down a peg. Well, you’re still the head Calculus I TA. The noona. The responsible one. The one who would definitely not misunderstand a situation and then end up fucking in a stairwell... right?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, nipple play, tit slapping, fingering, wall fucking, dirty talk); jealousy; fluff; non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft instigator Jimin again, lol

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

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You weren't a jealous person by nature. 

Mostly because you had no tolerance for lying, dishonesty, or deceit. In the off chance an ex cheated on you, you dropped them like hot coal and moved on, easily, without so much as a text. Was that the best way to end a relationship? Definitely not, but you did it anyway. 

It got you a notorious reputation, to say the least. 

So, why, as you're collecting the latest Calculus I exam and students are rushing down the steps to run to their next class, were you absolutely fuming as you spy Jeon Jungkook, tongue between his teeth, talking to a girl who looked like she was going to pass out from arousal by being in his vicinity? Why was your blood boiling, knuckles turning white as you clutch the obscenely thick stack of paper, your only thought being, I'm going to fail this fucking punk ass bitch, just you fucking wait–

"Do you need help?"

You turned your head sharply, missing Jungkook's teasing gaze as Kim Namjoon held his hands out, giving you a sheepish smile. Namjoon was the head Calculus III TA, but he was helping out today since the other Calculus I TAs couldn't make it. 

"No."

Namjoon's smile faltered. 

"Last time I let you carry these, you dropped them all."

Namjoon laughed sheepishly. "Ahahaha, yeah that did happen, huh?"

You felt bad for snapping at him. It wasn't Namjoon's fault Jungkook was an asshole. It was not Namjoon's fault Jungkook was looking like a goddamn meal in his untucked black dress shirt, ripped black jeans and heavy black boots, his long dark hair half-pinned back with a wispy curtain of black partly obscuring the right side of his face. Not that you cared. At all. You two fucked one time. One, very hot, very intense, very wild time during Calculus I office hours in this very math department building, a few floors above, just last week.

Did you have dreams about it?

...

You shook your head roughly, breaking out of your thoughts. "Come on. Let's go get some coffee. I'll buy," you said, softening your tone this time, grabbing your bag as you hoisted the stack with one arm. You began to walk out, Namjoon following you with his extra-thick backpack.

"I can help you grade. I have some time before my next class."

You laughed. "You, Kim Namjoon, double Literature and Music major and head TA for Calculus III and Physics II, have time?" you teased, seeing his ears turn red. 

He chuckled awkwardly as you two made your way to the vending machines. "Okay, I don't have the most time, maybe an hour, but there's a key, right? I'd like to help," he added cheerfully. "Since you're carrying it all."

You smiled and stopped in front of the vending machine, struggling to grab your wallet from the back pocket of your black skinny jeans. Your hands kept getting caught in the long sleeves of your cream sweater. You frowned, trying to balance everything. 

"Need help?" Namjoon asked, seeing your brows furrow. He reached for the stack of exams, but you pulled them away from his grasp. 

"No, no, I just can't get my wallet. It's in my back pocket."

"... Uh, I could pa–"

"Namjoon, it's an ass. Just take it out. I won't call the police."

He gave you a hesitant look, but you jerked your head impatiently.

"Fucking do it. You're making it weirder," you muttered.

He shrugged and yanked your black bifold wallet out of your back pocket. 

"Whatchu want?" You looked into the lit-up shelves, scanning. "Get me a green tea."

Namjoon opened your wallet to grab some bills. He raised his eyebrows. 

"I use the same brand myself."

"What?"

You turned your head to see him snickering, pointing to the condom in your wallet. You rolled your eyes at his immature reaction. 

"People get laid; get over it," you remarked coolly, but you were smiling anyway because Namjoon had cute dimples that made you laugh too.

He fed some money into the machine. "You should change it out every once in a while, though. Body heat can cause the latex to break down over time."

"I put it in there last week," you said absentmindedly, watching the green tea and the hot coffee Namjoon ordered plunk down. He raised his eyebrows again, but you gave him a pointed look and turned around, presenting your jean-covered butt.

"Put it back."

"What if I need a condom? Can I have it?" Namjoon sniggered.

"Put it back before I kick your ass," you shot back, turning your head to glare at him. A blur of black rushed past in your peripheral vision. Your eyes flickered to the direction of the movement at the same time Namjoon jammed your wallet in your pocket.

You turned back around, cocking your head into the direction of the offices. Namjoon carried the drinks, laughing behind you. 

"That would have been weird if anyone was around," he remarked to the deserted hallway. 

You shrugged. "Who hangs around the math department besides nerds like you and me?" you muttered, somewhat bitterly.

"Touché."

-

"You said you needed a ride," you muttered, watching Park Jimin stretch his legs out. It was already completely dark outside. Jimin always practiced such long hours that you often wondered if he slept. Did he even know what sleep was? The fine arts building was empty besides you two. 

"I do!" Jimin protested, going into a split that made your own crotch hurt, at least mentally. "But I have to cool down first. It's important!"

You sighed and slid down to the floor as Jimin did his routine. He hummed along as you stared at the bright lights on the ceiling. Your backpack was in the car. You played with the pink bunny keychain on your keys as you waited. 

"How did Jungkook go?" Jimin teased, tone playful.

You scowled in response.

"Ouch, that bad huh?" Jimin's head popped into your vision as he bent over backwards. "Does he have a bent dick or something?"

You rolled your eyes. "He's fine," you mumbled. "Just an asshole."

Jimin sat down, placing the soles of his feet together and pressing on his knees. They went all the way to the floor. You winced as you watched, but he seemed fine. 

"What'd he do?" 

You twisted your mouth to one side. "Doesn't matter. Don't care."

Jimin looked up. He gave you that look mothers give their children when they know they're lying. You relented, grumbling.

"Flirting around right in front of my face."

Jimin blinked at you. "I thought you guys were just fucking?"

You looked away to the mirror of the dance studio. "... We are just fucking. Did, rather."

"Are you jealous?" Jimin gasped in disbelief, scooting over to you gleefully, forgetting about his cool down. "You are!"

"I am not, Jimin. Shut up."

Jimin giggled. "Wow, one fuck and you're in lo–"

You spun around sharply and clapped a hand over his mouth, glaring at him. Jimin's eyes widened at your sudden reaction, blinking at you. You climbed to your knees, towering over him.

"Shut up, Jimin."

"The fuck is going on?"

The clear, silvery voice thundered across the dance studio practice room. You froze, whipping your head around to see Jungkook, in all-black, his pretty features twisted in rage, glaring at you and Jimin on the hardwood floor.

Fight? 

Or flight?

You scrambled to your feet and ran. Straight up bolted, right past Jungkook, not hearing him shout at Jimin, completely forgetting you were supposed to take him home.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jungkook roared, advancing, shoulders shaking. 

"Nothing," Jimin snapped, getting to his feet. "Just like you, apparently. Look how fucking fast she ran from you!"

Jungkook grabbed Jimin's collar, shaking him forcefully. "The fuck are you talking about?" he growled, nearly spitting in Jimin's face. "She doesn't even like me, you idiot."

"You're the idiot," Jimin spat back, shoving him hard in the chest. "She literally just admitted to liking you right in front of me!"

Jungkook froze. "W-what?"

"She just now told me she was jealous because you were chatting up other girls," Jimin hissed, looking at him disdainfully. "I would have never helped you if you were going to treat her like a piece of meat."

Jungkook's face fell, anger crumbling into sudden comprehension. "I-I didn't..."

He turned away from Jimin, dropping his car keys as he chased after you, steps much faster and lighter than your erratic stumbling though the fine arts building, nearly tripping on the stairs. You were running so fast that you were making yourself winded, chest so tight you couldn't even breathe. 

Jimin sighed and picked up the fallen car keys. 

Jungkook jumped over the stair rail, making you recoil and spin around, running back up the stairs. He took them two at a time, slamming a hand against the wall to cut you off. You turned the other way and he stopped you there too, so you ducked under, trying to run. His strong arms grabbed you by the waist and dragged you back, struggling for dear life, hands clawing at the air. 

"Stop, stop," Jungkook was panting, but you started squirming against him instead, flattening your torso to try to slide out. He forcefully grabbed your shoulders and shoved you into the wall. You hissed in pain, seeing stars from your lack of oxygen and panic. He held you there, wheezing, grip so strong it almost hurt, as if he was afraid you would run away again. 

You felt wetness on your face. You started, touching your cheek. Tears blurred your vision. Jungkook lifted his head, his long black hair tousled and wild from chasing you and, even now, he was handsome. Even now, he made your heart stop. 

And then you realized that he, too, was crying. 

"J-Jimin..." Jungkook gasped. "Asked me to d-drive him home..."

You sobbed, trying to blink your tears away. "M-me too..."

Jungkook chuckled wetly despite the situation. 

"Hah... that bastard..."

You tried to twist away, but Jungkook pushed you into the wall with his chest. 

"D-don't..."

And now you were really crying now, so pathetic, so dumb, so stupid you wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, hide your face and your feelings and pretend they didn't exist. 

"Don't..." 

Jungkook's deep voice vibrated your torso as you furiously wiped your face with the sleeves of your cream sweater, stuffing your eyes with the fluffy material, trying to press them away.

"Don't cry, noona... I can't take it..."

And then he was kissing you, soft kisses on your tears, dripping his own onto your cheeks, and then your lips were on his, so full, so nice, so right, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. Everything way too fucking wet, but it didn't matter because his tongue was against yours and you were sucking on it, shivering, whimpering his name, trying not to be pitiful, but what were you supposed to do when he made you feel this way, like you wanted to die in his arms right now? 

He whispered your name too, so softly, so desperately that you thought it was just a dream, but he had you against the wall, hands sliding up your sweater, onto your skin, so warm, stroking it and pressing his fingers into your waist, so familiar, teeth nipping at your lower lip.

"J-Jungkook..." you choked out. "We're in the middle of the stairway in the fucking f-fine arts building..."

"Don't care," he murmured, unhooking your bra, his dark hair brushing against your face. You gasped as his palms covered your already hard nipples, his moan against your lips. "Have to remind you you're mine."

He kissed your face again, massaging your breasts, resting his cheek against yours, letting you feel his smile. You closed your eyes, trying to even your breathing.

"Hah... I'm so ugly right now," you mumbled, cursing your weakness, frustrated that only a single meeting with Jeon Jungkook could turn you into this. You didn't believe in stars aligning or any of that romantic bullshit. But the instant Jeon Jungkook pressed his body against yours, you fucking knew. You absolutely knew there was no other body for you, no other body you wanted to dream about, no other person you wanted to touch, no one else you wanted but Jeon Jungkook to force you to your knees and make you look at him, pulling on your nipples, whines leaving your throat as he yanked on them, your own hands pushing your sweater and bra up so he could stare at your body and watch how he ruined you, turning your nipples pink with abuse.

Were you crazy? Probably. 

Jungkook spread his legs, leaning down, dark hair half-obscuring his face, lips parting.

"So beautiful, noona..." he breathed, swallowing hard. "You're the only one for me."

You scoffed at his words, hastily wiping your eyes. He pulled at your nipples hard, twisting them and making you yelp in pain. 

"Look at me when I speak to you," Jungkook commanded, raw and deep. Voice strained from crying, but his eyes remained dark, flint-like, shaded by his long hair. His eyes traveled down your body, to your knees against the floor, to your nipples straining in his fingertips, to your shaking hands holding up your sweater, to your face, your icy glare rippling through your drying tears. He drew in a long breath, making you wait for him. 

"There is no one else," he growled firmly above you, staring into your eyes, right at your soul. "Absolutely no one. I don't care if they're ripping off their clothes and throwing themselves at me, I will always pick you over them. I will always want you over them. I will always, always desire you under me above all others."

You chuckled darkly, feeling his grip tighten. 

"We fucked once, Jungkook. Once," you muttered bitterly. He pinched your nipples sharply and you sucked in a breath, wetness pooling in your panties. 

"Once is enough," he replied firmly. "Once is enough to know there is no other human being on Earth for me."

Maybe you were both crazy. 

He yanked your nipples harder this time. Your body jerked in pain, pressing your thighs together to get some relief. 

"Get up."

You got up shakily, with his gentle pulls in your nipples, wincing. Jungkook removed his hands and you sighed in relief, only to be silenced as he pushed up the sleeves of his black dress shirt, breathless as you saw his shapely forearms, the right covered in tattoos. He pressed his right forearm against your collarbone and you released your sweater as he held it up.

"Hands on the arm."

You placed your hands on his forearm, one on his wrist and the other just under his elbow. 

"Look at me."

Your eyes flickered up at him. Part of his hair covered his right eye. The rest of his forehead was exposed, brows furrowed, brown eyes intensely on you. His chiseled jaw clenched, lips so pink and pretty you wanted them on you. Your chest was completely exposed, your red nipples hard and poking out in the cold air. 

Then he slapped your tits with his own palm. 

You gasped sharply, skin stinging, nails digging into his skin. The sound rang in the empty staircase. Your knees shook, panties wetter than before. 

"Who is he?"

You swallowed, blinking rapidly. Your nipples prickled with pain but all you could think about was wanting more. "Who?" you croaked.

He smacked you again, right on the other nipple, and you bit your tongue, head pushing into the wall behind you, hissing. Fuck. He wasn't hitting you very hard, but he had a huge palm, expanding the surface area of the sting.

"The guy who touched your ass without my permission," Jungkook snarled, flicking your nipple hard. 

Your eyelids fluttered, knees buckling. Fuck. So good. You clutched into Jungkook's arm, panting. His arm was like iron, unmoving. 

"Namjoon?" you replied, confused. "H-he was just getting my wallet."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. Then he raised an eyebrow and his hand, slowly spanking your tits, making sure to hit your swollen, aching nipples each time, getting you wetter and wetter with each slap. 

"He wants to fuck you," Jungkook hissed into your face. 

You were moaning far too loud, rubbing your knees together, your soaked panties bunching up in your jeans as Jungkook continued, his nails gazing your flesh, leaving red marks and pink skin in his wake. 

"B-but I don't want to fuck h-him..." you managed to get out in between your moans.

Jungkook pressed his palm flat against one of your breasts and rubbed hard. Your eyes rolled back in your head, nipple throbbing with pain as he forced it around and around. 

"Really?" he sneered, putting his face close to yours as he released your breast and moved to the other, placing his nail on it, scratching lightly. Your hips bucked and a desperate whimper fell from your lips. "Who do you want to fuck then?"

Your eyes locked with his, his impossibly dark, reigning eyes. 

"Only you."

He pinched your nipple, hard. You wailed, almost falling, but he held you firm. 

"Say my name."

So deep. So in control. 

"Only you, Jungkook."

He dropped his right arm and roughly pinched both your nipples, silencing your scream with a suffocating kiss, his clothed chest ramming into your torso. You groaned into his mouth as the rough fabric of his dress shirt touched your sensitive nipples, whimpering as he removed his hands to hold yours. Held them tight as he shoved his tongue into your mouth, thrusting into it, fucking it as if it was his cock. You took it all, fingers intertwining with his, whole body shivering. 

He pulled your hands up to his chest, breaking apart for a second. 

"Take it off," he panted impatiently. "Need your skin on mine."

You fumbled with the tiny buttons, far too small with how hazy your head was right now. You were rapidly losing your temper, finally just shoving your fingers into the placket and ripping it apart, causing the black buttons to fling everywhere. You pushed the sides of the dress shirt aside, sucking in a breath seeing his toned chest and abs, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him to you, pressing his hot skin against yours, moaning as your abused nipples touched his chest. Jungkook was chuckling, looking at the fallen buttons.

“Are you going to pick those up later?” he asked, amused.

“No,” you snapped.

“Someone will know.”

“You obviously don’t care.”

Jungkook laughed, rumbling and sexy and so very wonderful. “I most certainly do not.”

He let you press your cheek against his collarbones, hands splayed on his back. Tracing his muscles, chest heaving from too many emotions and too much running. You ran your nails down his back. His breathing hitched and he placed a large hand on your head.

“Were you jealous?” he purred, petting your hair. “Because I was talking to that girl after class? Is that why you ran off with that Namjoon guy? To make me jealous too?”

“No,” was your haughty, tight reply.

He hummed. “Really?”

His hand slid down, down your shoulder and to your bare skin. He dug his nails into the small of your back, raking them up. You whimpered, clinging to him tighter. His head dipped low against your ear, voice dropping several octaves.

“Because I was very, very jealous,” Jungkook growled, teeth snapping, every word rousing your lust. “All I could think about all day was how to punish you. My beautiful, slutty noona.”

You sunk your nails into his back, snarling right back.

“It’s your own fault for being so fucking hot that every single person who encounters you has a full-blown orgasm every time they see you, you punk ass bitch.”

You didn’t have to see his face to know he was grinning. “You didn’t. You told me to leave.”

“You didn’t know what was going on in my pants,” you shot back.

“I found out, didn’t I?”

Was it possible to want to choke someone while also wanting to be choked by them? Because that’s how you felt right now, listening to Jeon Jungkook’s stupid, sexy, smug voice in your ear.

“Shut up.”

You felt Jungkook’s body stiffen. Slowly, slowly, he backed up, out of your grasp, his hands leaving your back. You frowned, narrowing your eyes. There was a darkness in his, glaring down at you through his lashes. His lips were slightly parted, no longer smiling. You didn’t waver. His hand came up and took your chin, grip tightening into your cheeks until it was uncomfortable, tipping your head back into the wall. Lips hovering over yours, so close that he could kiss you, but he wasn’t doing it.

“Okay.”

The affirmation made your blood run cold with his unforgiving tone. He placed his lips on yours, but instead of kissing you, he breathed into your mouth, a hot, erotic stream right into the back of your throat, forcing yours back, making you inhale him. You moaned softly, but he retreated just as fast, hooking one arm around you, arching your back forcefully.

“J-Jungkook, what–”

Then he latched his lips onto one of your nipples, flicking it with his tongue, his hand around you rubbing the other as the other gripped the button of your jeans, popping it open. You cried out, hitting your head on the wall, bruising yourself as he yanked the zipper down, shoving his hand under your panties into your tight-jeans. Your nipples for far too sensitive to take more pain and yet Jungkook gave it to you, sucking and rubbing them simultaneously as he shoved one, two fingers into your slopping wet pussy, your moans echoing in the stairway as you stared up, head throbbing. Shocks of pain and pleasure traveled throughout your body, and still he shoved a third finger into you. Your body jerked, trying to spread your legs to accommodate him but your jeans were too tight and he was fucking you too hard, each thrust raising you to your tiptoes. He didn’t even have to stimulate your nipples anymore – they were just rubbing against his teeth and hand by the sheer force of him fingering you.

“A-ah, J-Jungkook, please…” you groaned, grinding into his hand, biting your lower lip hard to try and be a little quieter. “P-please, it’s t-too much...”

His eyes flickered up to you, glaring. You told me to shut up, they said.

“I’m s-sorry…” you panted out, gritting your teeth. “P-please…”

Jungkook detached his mouth, curling his lip. Hand leaving your nipple, tangling into your hair. “Are you really sorry, noona?” he drawled, yanking your head back and exposing your neck. “Are you?”

You whimpered, nodding tightly, his hand still in your hair, forcing you to tug on your own.

“Y-yes, Jungkook,” you breathed, feeling him release your hair. “I’m sorry…”

He smiled at you, an icy smile.

“That’s good.”

You felt him yank your pants down with his free hand, shoving them down to your knees. You almost tripped, but Jungkook grabbed your ass, fingertips digging into you so hard you were sure they would leave marks. He yanked you up, shoving a knee between yours and forcing your legs open. Your eyes went wide, his three fingers flexing inside you. His dark eyes boring into yours, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

“I’m still going to put another finger in you.”

He shoved a fourth into you, forcefully, and now nearly his entire hand was fucking you, pounding you into the wall. Your arms flew up to wrap around his shoulders, desperately holding on as he filled you, pushing his fingers against your walls. You gasped, clenching around his fingers, and Jungkook grinned, watching your face as he pushed you to the edge, feeling so stretched out, so embarrassingly wet that the sounds of your pussy were louder than your noises.

“Fuck, your pussy sounds so sexy,” Jungkook groaned. “Listen to that dirty pussy suck in my fingers, so fucking desperate for my cock.”

You shoved your head against the wall and squeezed your eyes shut, legs straining as you came, muscles spasming and the moan of his name racking through you, your throat already hoarse. He ripped his hand out of you and slapped your clit. Your knees buckled and you whined loudly as he gripped your ass with one wet and one dry hand, spreading it forcefully, pressing you against the wall.

“Take one leg out of your jeans,” Jungkook snarled.

You winced, pussy throbbing, giving him a what-the-fuck look.

“Do it.” He was not going to repeat himself.

You awkwardly kicked one of your sneakers off, untangling your right leg out of your pants. Now you were mostly naked in the fucking stairway with an almost shirtless Jungkook towering over you. Your poor sock fluttered to the floor, lost due to the tight ankle of your skinny jeans.

Jungkook grabbed your calf and pushed it up and out, effectively forcing you to stand on one leg.

“Jungkook, what–”

He hissed, staring at your glistening, puffy, red pussy lips, your hole opening and closing from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck.”

Jungkook leaned you back into the wall, snaking his hand between your legs, moaning with you as he touched your swollen clit. Slow, languid, deliberate, rubbing your clit in circles, melting you, your eyelids fluttering closed at his sudden sweet movements.

“Wanna fuck you just like this,” Jungkook breathed, inhaling your scent. “Just like this, against the wall, in this fucking stairway, your leg around my waist.” He pressed harder, earning a wretched whimper. “Want someone to find us and see you bouncing on my cock, fucked out and screaming my name.”

Your legs trembled, trying to close, but he held them open, teasing you, drawing your next orgasm out of you, slow this time, building you into a frenzy.

“Just do it,” you gasped. “Just fucking do it.”

“I want to,” he hissed back, rubbing faster. “I didn’t bring a fucking condom.”

You chuckled despite yourself, hips shuddering into his hand. “Didn’t think you were going to fuck Jimin or something?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you and pinched your clit. Instantly you yelped, your standing knee buckling, but his own slammed against yours, locking it in place. You gasped at the pain, your pussy clenching around nothing as he furiously rubbed your clit. Your insides curled and you gulped for air, feeling the pain and pleasure rise into a crescendo.

“What if I stop, noona?” Jungkook barked sharply. “Since you’re being such a fucking brat.”

You clenched your jaw, trying to push back your own orgasm, relishing in his anger.

“I have a condom,” you panted, giving him an open-mouthed smirk. “Keep one in my wallet now, j-just for you, Jungkook.”

You saw something in his eyes change, something between an amused sparkle and an agonizing lust.

“Is that so?” Jungkook purred, bringing his face close to yours. His breath lit your skin on fire, the tense knot closing in on you fast as he rubbed you even faster, so fast that it felt like a vibrator on your aching clit. “So, you can always be prepared for me? So, I can take you wherever, whenever I want?”

You bit your lip, nodding, eyes glazing over as the first wave crashed on you.

“Fuck yeeeeees, Jungkook, whatever you fucking want,” you moaned, back arching, legs shuddering, letting him rub you as your hips jerked. Viscous liquid dripping down your thighs, pussy pulsating wetly, hands flat against the wall. He was going to be the death of you, making you agree to such crazy things in the middle of your fucking orgasm.

Jungkook let go of your leg. You leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath, pretty sure all this was going to get you expelled. Even if there was no one in the building, someone down the street probably heard you by now with how loud this was becoming. You heard rustling under you, Jungkook going through your pockets on the floor to find your wallet, pulling out the condom.

“You’re actually insane,” you panted, blinking slowly as you watched Jungkook unzip his jeans, shoving them down. “I can’t even stand.”

Fuck, even just him pulling out his half-hard cock was already getting you wet again. Jungkook smirked at you, seeing your eyes on him. He stroked the length slowly, running his large hand over it. You frowned at him, tapping your hand against the wall in annoyance.

“I’m giving you a break,” he murmured, staring at your body as he gripped his cock, pumping once. He gasped, breathing your name.

“At least let me touch it,” you pouted, not even sure how you were still upright. Just pure lust, apparently.

Jungkook looked at you through his lashes, lips parting, tongue darting between them. He thrust his hips into his hand. You stiffened, seeing his wanton, arrogant expression. He wasn’t going to let you touch it. He was going to make you watch, frustrated, as he stroked himself to full hardness.

“Jungkook…”

He cocked an eyebrow at you, rolling his body into his hand, moaning softly.

“Jungkook, please…”

His tongue danced between his lips, moving his hand up and down slowly, rocking his hips into his cock, enjoying your pleading tone, your hands clenching into fists, your body heaving at the loss of him.

“Jungkook, come on,” you whined, spreading your legs, watching the angry red head disappear and reappear in the curve of his fingers. “I want you. Please.”

He took a step towards you, still stroking himself. “Yeah?” he breathed. Another step. And another. He still didn’t tell you that you could touch him yet, so you kept your hands at your sides, switching between his dark, lustful eyes and his rapidly hardening cock thrusting into his hand. “You want me, noona? You want to touch my cock?”

And now Jungkook was right next to you, still jacking himself off, the velvety, thick head rubbing against the smooth skin of your thigh. You moaned as you felt his pre-cum smearing onto your skin, adding to his lubrication.

“Y-yes,” you whispered, eyes glued to his cock rubbing against your fucking leg. Fuck, you wanted it in your mouth so bad. “Let me touch you, Jungkook.”

He leaned forward, lips brushing against your ear, his dark locks brushing against your cheek. His voice was a deep drawl, low and teasing, breath hot against your skin.

“Tell you what,” Jungkook purred. “I’ll let you put the condom on.” You whimpered, disappointed. “And then I’ll fuck you against this wall, nice and hard and fast, not stopping until I cum because of that delicious, sweet, tight pussy of yours.”

If you had any sanity left, it rapidly disappeared as you nodded hastily, wordlessly holding out your hands as Jungkook dropped the condom in your palm. He calmly removed his hand, his thick, fully hard cock erect as you slid the condom down, moaning as you felt the traces of his veins and muscle pulsing under your hands. Once you were done, Jungkook pushed your hands away, not giving you a chance to disobey him.

You pouted. “You’re a jerk.”

He grinned at you, lifting your leg and pinning it to your chest. “And you’re about to get fucked.”

In less than a second, Jungkook thrust his hips up and into you, tearing a gasp from your throat as he rapidly entered you, peeling apart your soaking, abused walls. You bit your tongue, grabbing his dress shirt as he rolled his hips into you again, groaning as he felt you clench around him.

“That’s it, noona,” he exhaled, slamming his hips into you. “You better fucking hold me tight. If I slip out, that’s all the fucking you’ll get from me.”

You whined, feeling him start a bruising pace, hands clamped onto your ass. Whether he was lying or not didn’t matter because you were squeezing your pussy for dear life, crying out as he thrust into you over and over, so full and overstimulated you didn’t know whether to focus on your aching, raw pussy or his cock periodically throbbing inside you, swelling against your walls.

You hooked your leg around his waist, changing the angle, instantly feeling him ram his cock into a deeper, more pleasurable spot. You tipped your head back, eyes rolling up into your head as your mouth opened, tongue sliding out. He pounded you relentlessly, your shoulder blades smacking the wall. Your swollen clit rubbed against the base of his cock repeatedly. Your body was going to ache all over tomorrow, but you still rose your hips to meet his, so drunk on the feeling of his cock stretching you out that nothing else mattered. You came suddenly, wailing Jungkook’s name, pussy spasming and squeezing him but he set his jaw and fucked you even harder, using every ounce of his energy to keep his own orgasm at bay.

“Who owns this body, noona?” he ground out. “Tell me, who owns this fucking body?”

You had to claw for your words, throat so strained your voice was thin. “Y-you do, Jungkook, oh fuck, oh fuck…”

“That’s fucking right,” he growled. “If you cum, it’s for me and only me. No. One. Else.” He punctuated each word by slapping his hips into you, sliding you up into the wall so gravity crashed you back down onto his cock. You moaned, helpless, as he hissed, shoving his face into your tits to moan hotly into your chest as he came, violent, thick jerks of his cock shuddering into you. Quickly, he gripped your hips and pulled up, hissing as half of his cock slid out, cum leaking out of the bottom of the condom and splatting onto the floor.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck.”

You could barely register anything as he hoisted you onto his shoulder, cursing loudly. Jungkook leaned against the wall with one shoulder, panting, the other half-carrying you, arm wrapped around your waist. The only thing that brought you back to reality was the fact that your bare ass was in the air and your pants were hanging off one leg.

“Jungkook,” you croaked. “Let me down.”

He lowered you, still leaning against the wall, trying to catch his breath. His hair covered almost his whole face, sweaty and glistening. He wiped some sweat off his chin with the back of his hand, flicking it away carelessly.

You pressed your back flat against the wall, using at as leverage to pull your pants back up, wincing at the now familiar cold feeling of your soaked panties meeting your abused pussy. You crouched to collect your sock and your shoe, wincing as pain radiated up your back.

Jungkook chuckled, watching you struggle with your sneaker. “Want help?”

You grunted, shoving it on. “Can we stop fucking in random ass places at school?”

“You said I could fuck you wherever I want, whenever I want,” he teased, giving you an open-mouthed smirk.

You readjusted your bra, putting it back on. You found the two bits of condom wrapping, shoving it in your pocket. “I did, but I want to see you fully naked for once, you punk.”

Jungkook laughed, rich and full. “I support this idea if you’re also fully naked.”

You made a face as you got up, trying to keep your steps steady so you didn’t seem like a drunk idiot. Or someone who just got railed by Jeon Jungkook.

“Give me the condom.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “I was going to drop it here. Mark my territory.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and took it from him as he extended his hand out. “Your buttons did that for you already,” you remarked, tying it up.

He smirked, zipping up his jeans. “You owe me a new shirt.”

“And you owe me new panties, again,” you shot back. “Where are my replacements?”

He shrugged, running a hand through his hair to push it back. Fuck. Open shirt, half-exposed forehead, smug-as-fuck Jungkook got you wet just by looking at him.

“Guess we should go shopping sometime.”

He smiled slyly, patting his pockets. His expression abruptly changed to confusion. He pulled out his wallet and phone, frowning. “Where are my car keys?” He furrowed his brow, looking at his phone. You found your keys and wallet still with you, surprised that they didn’t fall out of your pants. You phone was in your backpack, still in your car. He swiped at his phone, reading his messages.

Jungkook groaned. “I dropped them and Jimin took my car. Bastard.”

Fuck, his fucking deliciously toned and tan chest was distracting you. “I still have my keys,” you muttered, staring at his abs. Suddenly you started, realizing he was advancing on you.

“Oh?” Jungkook purred, opening his shirt wider. The fabric tumbled off his right shoulder, exposing his tattoos. His long dark hair covered part of his right eye, brown orbs glimmering with mischief.

“Wanna take me home, noona?”

Welp.

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part iii

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His Sweater #2

From: Smutandfluffohmy Pairings: George Weasley X Slytherin!Reader A/N: The time-line of events is altered for story telling purposes, something that will be very obvious if people want me to continue on with the story. I think this is the closest to slow burn I’ve gotten to in my entire fanfic career. Hope y’all can understand because asgyv my brain would rot if I tried to line it up with canon completely.

Read Part 1 here

I have no wand, no socks and I’m wearing a Gryffindors sweater. This could go south terribly fast and I’m hoping for any other cardinal direction. If all else fails I could always throw a punch and run to my bed.For the second time that morning I almost crashed into someone. Seriously an entire hallway but we are still walking on the same side.

Draco stared at me from my face to the sweater, I wish he would notice my bunny slippers too. I also wished he would’ve seen me earlier in my utter Slytherin colors pride.

“Interesting sweater y/l/n” Draco said breaking the silence, scrunching his eyebrows at me. I could feel the Slytherin pride sermon bubbling inside of him.

“Interesting ingredients Malfoy” I answered back. Ingredients to make draught of peace, I’m surprised he had the ingredients, I’m surprised he was nervous and I’m surprised he was going to do it with unkempt hair.

“This didn’t happen and we didn't see each other.” He stiffened, straightening his back the glass containers clinking together.

“Brilliant as always.” I smiled, nodding at him and he doing the same. I’m sure if someone was looking at us right now we looked comical with our overly formal head nods. Starting to walk past each other, both of us going to our destination and trying not to think much about the other on our walk there.

Me, George’s sweater and my bunny slippers were home free, all we had to do is get back to the dorms without bumping into anyone else. But I don't know if it’s my seniority over the kid or perhaps as Snape’s potions assistant I felt responsible or even because I was just worried that made me turn around “Draco.” I called out to him.

He stopped, turning to face me “Y/n.”

Perhaps I should tell him that it’s 7 drops of hellebore not 8, or maybe that it’s supposed to be stirred both counter and clock wise or how it has to simmer for exactly 7 minutes. “If it’s not silver don't drink it.” Was all I could say and by far the best advice I could give him.

“Dully noted.” He said giving me a tight lipped smile, almost forced as if I was forcing him to give me a smile. “Thanks.” he muttered underneath his breath, his tightlipped smile softening at the edges.

The walk back to the dorms was no longer nor shorter than the walk from. Tho I was a bit warmer on both the inside and the outside all thanks to George. Climbing the stairs down to the common room I felt tired and heavy.

I want to sleep.I wish I could sleep but I’m afraid if I fall asleep, I must just wake up to having found out this was all but a fleeting dream. Nothing more but a hot chocolate induced fever dream. 

Slipping off my slippers I walked to the edge of the carpet. Curling my toes I wondered if the shock of the coldness would wake me up, still I had to know. Stepping on the cold floor I didn’t wake up nor did I bolt up in bed.The cold floor lets me know that this was real, I was truly awake. But I don't think one knows the true lengths the mind would go to to make up a dream.

Tiptoeing into my dorm I changed into my clothes for the day, taking extra care to fold George’s sweater in a way that both said ‘I took care of it for you’ and ‘I didn’t spend half an hour overthinking this’. Perhaps I was putting too much pressure on folding techniques but I wasn’t about to be exposed by the way sleeves folded over. Getting my school bag ready I laid everything out on the bed.

“Potions.Herbology.Alchemy” I said touching each textbook, books I’ve carried around a hundred times.But I was afraid my lack of sleep would magically turn my Herbology book into a history of magic and I wouldn’t realize till I was standing in Professor Sprouts class.

I spent all of breakfast looking for George but there was absolutely no sign of him. Every time I thought I spotted his hair from across the dinning hall it was just Ron, twice it was just Ginny and once even an overly toasted plate of hash browns.

My first class was to help Snape. A couple of over brewed potions helped keep me on my toes and for that I was grateful.

Second was alchemy.Where nothing particularly interesting happened and had me periodically sticking my hand in my bag just to double,triple, quadruple check that George’s jumper didn’t grow legs and run away.

Third was Herbology. The class I was waiting for, finally a class with Gryffindors that the Weasley twins were in. Walking a bit too quickly and a bit too excitedly to class I wasn’t the first to get there.I blame it on the ever moving stairs. Professor Sprouts lesson dragged on too long for my liking or maybe it was the fact that I was drilling holes at the back that George’s head that made it all drag on.

“Mind the Mandrakes children.” Professor Sprout said with a wave of her hand leaving us to work. Perhaps it was age that made you think of anyone younger than you as children, but we were all very grown up thank you very much.

Leaning over the table I whispered “Psst George.”. No movement.

“George” I called out a bit louder but again no efforts to look back at me. Blimey perhaps it was just how tall he was that he couldn’t hear me from up there or maybe he was just that hard of hearing.

“Bloody hell Weasley I’m calling you.” I called out again poking him with my wand, surely he wasn't hard of hearing and touch desensitized enough to ignore me. Reaching closer in an attempt to tug at his robes my wand fell to the ground as a shrill screech filled the class.

“What?Sorry can’t hear anything over the Mandrake” George said turning to face me, shrugging his shoulders with the screaming Mandrake in his hands. Surely he wasn’t that much of an idiot to pull a Mandrake out of the pot and surely I wasn’t that much of an idiot to be smitten by the smile he flashed me when he did it.

Finally I ended my day just like it began. In Snape’s classroom, only now it was my class messing up potions not first years.

I wonder if it was something I said. Perhaps the carrot comment was too out of hand or maybe they bumped into Draco or maybe he was a bit crossed because he was in fact cold. Am I thinking too much into it? Did he see my sweater fold and thought it was too messy?

Before I knew it potions was dismissed and I still had George Weasleys sweater in my bag. Getting ready for the game my mind still wandered too far for me to get it back, putting on far too many Slytherin colors for it not to be comical. The Slytherin common room buzzed with anticipation and excitement with people laying one the floor writing banners for friends and people writing friends and crushes quidditch number on banners and faces and arms. 

Sitting on the stands with the game dragging on, I put my cold hands inside the neatly folded sweater that was hidden inside my robes. I wonder if there was a time limit? A countdown? Were we even half way through?Admittedly I don't know a bloody thing about Quidditch just like I didn’t know a bloody thing about another sport. 

Anticipation filled me, wondering when if at all out spirit section was going to mirror that of Gryffindor. Seconds felt eternal and I started to worry that they had been caught in the act. 

Before I could continue tormenting myself the colors around me changed from green and silver to reds and golds. 

Pansy Parkinson that was seated just behind me looked down to her robes horrified they’ve been turned. I almost felt bad for her and nearly reached over to tell her that red was unfortunately her color. The look on her face when her ‘Go Draco’ banner had been hexed to read ‘Go Harry’ was something you expected when someone tells you you’ve just stepped on hippogriff poo. 

Snape looked crossed at the entire Gryffindor house and even Godric Gryffindor  as if he himself planned this all out from beyond the grave to give Salazar Slytherin a last jab. I almost felt guilty looking at the face of my professor, a fleeting guilt but nonetheless guilt. Shouts around me cheering on Slytherin were abruptly replace with cheers for Gryffindor. 

Smiling looking up at the players my eyes darted around for a glimpse of George or even Fred, but they all looked the same in their uniform. 

“Go George!” I yelled over the loud burst of ‘Go Gryffindor’s that surrounded me.

“Go Fred!” I yelled out for good measure, adding it as to not make him feel left out tho I doubt they could hear me over all the commotion. But nevertheless I would know even if they didn’t.

The game came to an end as Harry reached up with the snitch grasped firmly in his hand. Grunts filled the Slytherin area, cursing at their changed clothes, cursed horns and now quidditch loss. I don’t know why everyone is upset this always happens at Gryffindor and Slytherin games, in fact at this point it seemed like a poorly written Quidditch plot. The fact that Harry always caught the snitch, if I didn't know any better I would have to say Harry and the golden snitch had a pact going on.

Around me people didn’t move instead they cursed and jabbed fingers at the Gryffindor tower. They must be really be crossed at Gryffindor to be standing around complaining under snow, or maybe their sheer hatred was keeping them warm. Getting up to leave because I wasn't neither cross nor warm to be standing around.

“Where are you going?” Christy asked me stopping her conversation over the horrid color combination Gryffindor had as if ours were any better.

“I need to go to the restroom. Besides I’m too cold to be standing here complaining.” I said walking away and she promptly went back to her conversation.

Walking down the Slytherin section, I made my way to the Gryffindor Quidditch player section. Somewhere I was highly banned from being in because I was neither a Gryffindor nor a quidditch player.

“I nearly fell off my broom hearing Slytherin chant for us.” Someone who I assumed was Harry said between laughter. A smile spread on my face thrilled I did in fact contribute to a great Weasley prank.

“Having them cheer for us was bloody brilliant! That had to be your best one yet!” Ron beamed at his brothers. Brilliant I got a stamp of approval not only from Harry Potter but from the small Weasley as well.

“Yea an awfully brilliant addition.” I said stepping into view.

The room felt silent and for I moment I wondered for what reason.They’ve just won shouldn't they be happy? So why do they have such long faces. Forgetting and simultaneously remembering that I in fact was that very reason, the walking Slytherin banner for the second time that day leaving people uncomfortable. Even without the silver and green perhaps something about me just reeked of Slytherin.

“You shouldn’t be in here Slytherin.” Ron said standing up to face me.The words held so much anger my mind wondered to see if I had ever caused any misfortune to the younger Weasley.

“I-I-I” My brain forgot all words or perhaps it had forgotten the ability to form any excuses. I didn’t expect a warm welcome but definitely not this much hostility.

“Going to tell Snape on us?” Harry said quirking his eyebrow at me, great I had the look of not only a Slytherin but a snitch as well. Perhaps it was the hair.

“Oi hold on that’s no way to talk to the lady of the hour.” George called out stepping from putting away his broom and jogging to stand next to me. A arm rested around my shoulder, I wonder how much of my red face I could blame on the snow.

Fred made his way to my other side, placing his hand on top of my head. “While it pains me to admit. Y/n was the one that came up with the horn bit.” He said ruffling my hair, George shifting the slightest bit closer to me. The amount of attention was too much for me and the bizarre looks on Harry and Rons face was enough to make me want to test my luck with the unforgiving blizzard forming outside. “Tho I do think I could've come up with it if I had some time.” Fred shrugged.

“Sure she did” Ron scoffed looking between his brothers to me.

“Cross my heart.” Fred said crossing his heart. 

“Then I take back my compliment.” Ron said, the brotherly hatred he had for his brother far outweighing any sort of imaginary feud he had going on with me.

“Can't do that it’s already gone to my head.” Fred shrugged earning a laugh from Harry and comments on how they had to start out sourcing their pranks now from Ron.

George lead me just outside as the conversation inside kept building with Fred insisting that it was his genius that rubbed off on me, as if I would let him rub anything near me.

“Who was it in the hallway by the way?” George whispered leaning against the door frame. The hall was too cold and I had to inch forward towards George to step just out of the cold winds reach.

I shrugged “Oh it was just Draco.” I said having to look up to meet George’s eyes, I wish I was a bit taller or that he didn’t hover over me as much as he did.

His face turning into disgust just for a split second at the mention of his name “Just Draco?”

Was it Slytherin or Draco that had this effect on people? Somehow I know he would be a nuisance  regardless of his house. “He’s not that bad.He could ease up on the hair dye but he’s actually pretty decent.” I said mindlessly but truthfully.  “Don’t tell him I said that.” I shook my head looking up at George already visualizing just how much bigger Draco’s head would get if he knew I thought he was anything above horrid.

“Blimey I don’t think I could hold it in, it might slip out during our daily conversation” George said laughing. I wonder if I could bottle up that laugh or if I could make him laugh again just enough to commit it to memory.

“What? Draco not conversing with people outside of Slytherin? This is so unlike him I must check to see if he is feeling well.” I said faking worry for the sometimes socially awkward Slytherin. 

 “I came by to give you back your sweater.” I said holding it out towards him. Perhaps this was the end of our short lived friendship, perhaps after this we will go back to hardly speaking and perhaps I will go back to staring at him longingly during Herbology.

“You should come celebrate with us.” George said completely ignoring his sweater, the way he danced around it made me wonder if I actually offered him his sweater or if my mind was playing tricks on me.

“A Slytherin? At a Gryffindor party? Oh but George what would the neighbors think?” I laughed clutching the front of my robes.

George laughed “I’ll take care of them, I’ve been told I’m quite scary.” he said. I wondered who told him such a lie or if he was even capable of being even remotely scary.

Shaking my head I tried my best not to sound too disappointed “Thank you but I suspect I’m going to have to help mend an entire teams egos.” I said offering him his sweater once more.

“Keep it.” He said pushing it towards me, his voice too soft and too gentle that I wondered if a stray quidditch ball didn’t knock me out mid game and I was now living out one of those muggle romance movies.

“Bu-”

“My arms hurt from all the bludger tossing, don’t think I could carry it all the way back.” He shrugged, I wonder how tired ones arms had to be not to be able to carry a sweater back.Maybe if I played Quidditch I would’ve understood. “Just give it back to me later.”

“George hurry up we need to start celebrating!” Fred shouted sticking his head out the door looking at his brother, I wonder if his arms were equally as tired. “You coming?” Fred said looking down at me, shaking my head I wished I could accept.

“ ‘fraid not gotta go and hear my entire house moan about Gryffindors all night.” Shrugging, I could already heard Pansys moans and feel Dracos side eye of disapproval. I wonder if they were moping around the Slytherin common room in Gryffindor robes or they were so extremely crossed that they figured out a way to un hexed the robes.

“Should’ve gotten sorted into Gryffindor instead.” George said earnestly, I wondered how different this day would've played out if I was sorted into Gryffindor my first year. Perhaps Ron and Harry wouldn't be that cross with me or perhaps they would’ve gotten something else to not like about me.

“I’ll make sure to send my complains to the sorting hat.” 

Fred pointed his finger at me “We got an end of year plan we’re going to need your opinion on.” he said smiling.

“See you later then?” George asked but I wish he would’ve stated, a promise sounded more hopeful than a question.

“I’ll keep an eye out.” I nodded seeing them walk away, deciding to wait a bit before I walked out. I suspect hateful tensions for Gryffindors from Slytherins are at an all time high right now and I truly don't want to get hexed in a weather like this.

“Bloody brilliant that one, wish I would've given her my sweater. Think she’ll take my jersey?” Fred said in a failed attempt at a whisper, something told me Fred Weasley was a terrible whisperer.  “Oi Y/N you still cold?” He called out towards me with his arms raised, waving them around as if I couldn't see the only other people in the hall.

“Shut up!” George said clapping his hands forcing Fred to keep walking.

“What I can’t worry about a girl’s warmth levels?” Fred said playfully shoving George.

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yelena belova, my beloved | black widow movie spoilers!!

yelena belova x fem reader

first post!.. hi! so.. i just watched the black widow movie and fell absolutely in love with yelena, of course. 

content warning! ~ mature content, angst, fighting, blood, trauma, fluff, desperation, happy ending, enemies to lovers lesbians,,

*listen to Je te laisserai des mots for a better experience.. hehe*

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a battle between past friends, a war of two soulmates, bloodspill of old bonds.. how much more poetic can this get? you, a widow, quite frankly the most powerful one since the start of the Red Room fallout, and yelena stand in the ruins and ash of a once-buoyant Red Room extension. you don’t know who made the first move; you may never know, as you were both taught to fight strategically and quickly. it was just... too fast to know. you focus on yelena, the beautifully majestic woman in white, as you try to kill her. why?.. you ask yourself.

the horrific instructors and strict mind-controlling agents implanted in your head did not teach you to love. they taught against it, if anything, but you just could not find it in you, any part of you, to not love yelena. maybe it was childish, maybe it was an error... but no matter how much you tried to get rid of her image in your head, for the sake of loyalty to the Red Room, you couldn’t. 

the more the fighting goes on, the angrier you become. you become angry at yourself, at the white widow at your throat, and fight harder and harder. your thoughts are jumbled, but you know most clearly yelena’s intentions to use the antidote on you. you long for it, actually; you long for that sweet red tingle on your cheeks... but you can’t challenge your honor and loyalty. you mean something to the Red Room... with a blink of an eye, it mostly came together in your jumbled mind.

the source of your anger, your perseverance to kill your once-closest friend, it all stemmed from the abandonment of yelena; you don’t mean anything to her.

your blade holds still against her neck, yelena kneeling at your feet. you realize now how deep your breaths are, how red your face is, not from heat or loss of stamina, but from your anger. 

“why...” you fight out. with your other hand you cup your mouth, struggling to keep the sobs in. you know this is a moment of weakness, but nothing makes sense in your fractured mind and you just.. have to let it out, now that you’re so close to yelena once again. 

“why did you betray me, our team? you left... why did you leave?” you say quietly, looking down at the wincing girl. a drop of blood streams down yelenas neck. 

the girl leaps up, kicking your blade out of your hand. she sends another kick towards your head, but you block it with a firm fist. you grab the same leg and spin around yelena, twisting her body around until she falls to the hard ground. you still have more fight in you, but you start to see the fight leaving yelena. she knows it, too. 

you once again look down at yelena’s beautiful, blood-covered face. 

with a foot shoved on yelenas breast, you grab a dagger from one of many sheathes. you kneel down; she sits up, attempting to stab something into your neck. you grab her hand and force it down; she winces. with her other hand, she grabs the nape of your neck firmly. you are now a few inches from her face. you can feel her warm breath on your face, in your nostrils. 

almost as your knife hits her stomach, you feel her quick movement from her freeing her hand and moving to the spot of impact. her other hand quickly palms into your chest, causing you to lose your breath. glass shatters, yelena yells out, you choke and gasp for breath... and you see red. you feel red; you breathe red. 

your memories and thoughts immediately fix, and you can finally think right once again. you take a deep breath and look up at the sky. closing your eyes, you feel ash fall on your face, you feel each cut and bruise on your body. it’s peaceful... it’s.. sweet. however, the realization of the woman you love dying at your hands overpowers anything you previously felt. you feel no relief anymore, no sweetness, only tears and a tightness deep in your chest. 

“no!” you scream out. you reposition yourself and yelena to where you cradle her in your arms. your hands shake around the dagger handle. you want to take it out, undo what you’ve done, but that could cause a slower, more painful death of bleeding out. “Y/N...” she stammers. “i’m so... so sorry.” tears flow from her eyes now. she shuts her eyes, holding her head closer to your chest. “i wish i could have found you sooner...” she says. she wraps her hands around your bloody ones which cover the dagger handle. she holds them for a few moments before you hear the deafening sound of a Red Room jet landing a few feet behind you. 

you look behind your back to see cured widows rushing over to you, yelena’s worried parents behind them. you grasp yelena’s body in your arms and stand up, running toward them. “help! please!” the words keep falling from your mouth. 

it doesnt feel real; the freedom, your original thoughts... everything seems to happen in slow motion. yelena looks up at you and holds a bloody hand to your cheek. you look down at her bright blue and green eyes. “i’ll get you help, yelena. i won’t let you die.” you say, forcing a pained and comforting smile on your face. “i trust you...” she says, and her hand falls from your face. you hold her closer until you reach the other widows who immediately grab her and start to help. 

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it’s been 4 weeks since you’ve been cured. you now stay in a small New York apartment. you’ve spent the past 4 weeks thinking about yelena, hoping she’s okay. 

no one has told you anything; no one has reached out. you have no idea where the other widows from you establishment are... you have no inkling as to where yelena went. the only thing you could imagine happened is she didn’t want to see you. she woke up, and hated you; you hated yourself for the past 4 weeks. with your own thoughts now, it was easy to fall into loneliness and depression. 

one afternoon, as you sit and eat an early dinner, there’s a knock on your door. you immediately stand up, grabbing a gun from a compartment under the coffee table. you stealthily step over the door. you stand with your gun against your chest and open the front door. you jump out, gun facing the unknown visitor. it’s yelena. 

you drop your gun and your hands go up to her soft, healed face. tears swell in both of your eyes. “Y/N,” she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you into a hug. you wrap you arms around her head and hold her tight. she pulls away and you pull her into your apartment. 

you pull her into a passionate kiss, and she lifts her hands up to cup your cheeks. “I... i missed you... i’m sorry...” you say between kisses. “i love you.” yelena says with a whimper. you tenderly move your hands to her stomach, tears fall from your eyes but you can’t escape yelena’s embrace.. you don’t want to. “i love you, yelena.” you say back. 

you both find yourselves on your bed, kissing harder and harder. the room is full of your whimpers and deep breaths. sleeve by sleeve, you take your sweater off, throwing it to the side. you’re on top of yelena, her legs wrapped around your waist. she grabs your hand, hard, and holds it against the collar of her shirt. she whimpers, letting you know her desperation. you wrap an arm under her neck, lift her slightly, and pull her grey tank top off. you pull your lips away to get a better look, and a deep sadness fills your stomach when you see the scar. “oh...” you say, hovering a hand over it, seemingly giving her comfort. 

“baby, Y/N, i’m okay. come here.” her thick Russian accent is like music to your ears. she kisses you slowly, gently. “i want you.” she says. you kiss down her neck. you feel her breath flutter into your ear and goosebumps immediately cover your whole body. you let out a sigh. her eyes roll into the back of her head as you grasp at her bra. your hand slips under and around her back, and you unclasp her bra. she takes it off and her hands find the tie of your sweatpants. she unties them, tugging at the seem. you pull them off, leaving yourself only in a sports bra and underwear. her pants come off, too.

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you wake up with her in your arms. she’s still asleep, facing you. all you can see is her peaceful, goofy smile on her face as she’s asleep. a smile spreads across your face and you run your fingers through her hair and behind her ear. her eyes flutter open and a bigger smile spreads across her face. “hello, love.” she says. her tired, croaky voice sends a wave of comfort through your soul. she stares at you for a few moments, and she brings a hand up to your cheek and rubs her thumb against it. “you mean everything to me.” yelena says.

*READ*

I’m aware that Yelena is possibly ace! I, myself, am demisexual and I mean no offense by writing a sexual scene. That is mostly why i left it off where i did. It’s up to the reader how their night ends :) Thank you!

-newt

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