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rynfiles · 6 months

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dad next door !

✎ᝰ — your brand-new apartment has brought you peace, calm, and freedom. but no one mentioned of a father of a two

★ — satoru gojo x gn!reader

★ — word count: 1.6k

★ — genre + warnings: fluff + dad!gojo, gojo is in his early twenties (21-23), gojo is a nervous mess, megumi and his smart antics, tsumiki is y/n’s number one fan

The space is small, yet livable. Your new apartment brings you this sense of freedom and independence from your loving, yet overbearing, parents. As much as you love them dearly, the thought of continuing to live under their roof was going to drive you mad. Which led to your brand new apartment, not the best but you made do with your stay.

As you continue to unpack your things, you hear noises coming from the other side of your living room wall. You ignored them by putting on your headphones and playing music as time passed.

Yet some hours passed, only three, and the noise continued. You moved closer to the wall to decipher what was creating such a loud noise. The only thing you could make out was a loud TV, yelling from multiple people you assume, and children. Your heart grew soft and sympathy grew in your heart for the assumed noise of children, since you know how children can be, especially at young ages when their emotions run rampant.

Though, as much as children softened your heart, the noise was becoming unbearable and you wanted your first day in your apartment to be perfect. You planned to be nice, introduce yourself, and ask your neighbor to possibly lower the noise coming from their apartment.

You paused your music and took off your headphones. You grabbed your phone and headed out the door, only making a few steps to your left until you reached the next apartment door.

You knocked gently, as you waited you heard the noise more clearly. You realized it was an adult and a child going back and forth while the TV was playing a children’s show. You heard some of the argument and giggled to yourself at some of the insults that were sent.

You continued to wait yet the door hadn’t opened nor had there been any indication that someone was going to open. You knocked again, a bit louder this time, and someone, you assumed was the adult, yelled that they were coming. Not long after, the door was opened and you were met with a man who had a staggering height, but that didn’t bother you.

The man had hair as white as the winter snow, which was decorated with those ball scrunchies and small heart clips that should be found on a small girl, not a grown (potentially over twenty) man. He wore a fitted tank top that had a dad joke on it and black shorts to accompany the outfit. His face in particular was graced with lashes that were thick and lay beautifully above his blue eyes. Also, his youthful face is currently covered in stickers galore, many of dinosaurs and flowers.

He greeted you with a smile, it brought youth to his face and gave sincerity, and apologies for taking so long to answer.

You reassured him that he was okay and also introduced yourself. You explained to him how you were his neighbor but also reported to him the noise from his apartment was bothering you. You tried not to come off as rude, since it is your first day.

He apologizes almost too quickly, mild stutters as he speaks, “Sorry sorry, my two- I mean these two kids have been hauling my ass since seven am.”

“I assumed it was younger children that were in there. Though, could you do me a favor and turn down the TV as well? The whole apartment doesn’t need to hear what you guys are watching.”

The man turns in the direction of the TV and lightly smacks his forehead, “Ah, that must’ve been Tsumiki with her runway model shows. I don’t know why but she always excuses that she has terrible hearing and always has the TV-”

“What about Tsumiki?” A young boy with spiked hair appears behind the man. The boy wears an expression that debates whether to tussle with the tall man or mind his business. With his presence now here, he chose the first option. Yet the stickers and hair clips placed on his hair and face don’t make him serious enough to take.

“Kid-”

The boy scrunched his face, showing a sign of annoyance to the man in front of him. “My name is Megumi, Meh-gu-mi. Don’t try to be all “mister cool” cause you think our new neighbor is hot.”

The man’s jaw dropped and all you could giggle at the compliment that was given. You spot his cheeks beaming with a light shade of red but disregard it as the man clears his throat. “Megumi, do me a favor and stay out of adult spaces.”

The boy sucked his teeth, “You were literally a child not many years ago, in dog years if you count.” The boy mumbled the last part but it was loud enough for the older man to hear.

The two males continue to go back and forth until a small girl approaches next to the small boy. From the height alone she could be the eldest of the two children, and her face was also decorated with stickers. It was cute to see the tall male and the two children behind him covered in all kinds of stickers on their face and their hair styled in hair clips.

The girl comes over to see what all the commotion is. But instead, she turns to you and immediately starts complimenting you, she smiles with such fondness to your beauty. She starts to compliment your hair, even if it is simple for the busy day, your outfit, and how you look so perfect. She believes so deeply that you came out of a magazine and all you could do was thank her and smile back. The girl just seemed all admired about you, even if she only met you about two minutes ago.

She turns to the older male to ask, “Can they join us for dinner papa Gojo?”

The boy scoffs at the question, “Don’t give him any ideas, he might scare the new neighbor away.” The blushing from earlier returns and the older man, named Gojo (?), seems to be slightly offended at the boy's remark.

The girl ignores the boy and pleads with Gojo, you continue to watch the two children and the man banter with one another. The interaction seemed to look serious from an outsider’s perspective, but up close, it was adorable watching them interact. Even if the boy seemed very annoyed with the entire situation, the girl poked his cheeks and played with his hair to uplift his mood, while the man told the two children to turn down the TV and check on the food cooking.

Gojo brings his attention back to you and smiles nervously, he laughs nervously as well. He brings his hand to comb through the back of his hair, “Sorry about them, they’re not usually this noisy on a Friday afternoon. Especially Megumi, he’s usually playing with his figures with Tsumiki, never this intrusive.”

“Don’t worry, I have younger siblings and we bicker quite a lot, so I get it. But I will admit that you guys are an adorable little family.”

The man blushes quickly but tries to hide it quickly, “Ah, thank you.” He grows nervous and lets the air become this sense of nervousness. He will admit, he wouldn’t have thought to have a neighbor as stunning as you and comfortable around his children. Then again, his two children take too much of his time to even pay attention to the people in his environment.

He clears his throat, “Umm, you don’t have to join but Tsumiki, the little girl, is gonna keep asking about dinner and I’m already in trouble with her. If you don’t mind, you don’t have to, but you can join us for dinner if you’re not too busy.” The blushing on his cheeks stayed yet you notice his ears turning into a light hue of pink as well, nervousness is ruining this man.

You think for a little while, letting the man watch you think and his face shows more and more signs of nervousness. You answer with a nod and a small smile, “I don’t mind at all. It would be nice to learn some faces in this town.”

Gojo seems more than happy to hear your acceptance, “We’d love to welcome you, Tsumiki loves making new friends and Megumi could get a friend or two. Geez this kid.”

You gave a small laugh and thanked him, you turned to make your exit until Gojo stopped you. “Oh umm, by-by the way, I didn’t get to properly introduce myself. I’m Gojo, umm Satoru Gojo. I’m right next door, literally, if you need anything.”

“Oh thanks, it was nice talking to you Satoru, and your two kids I assume, Megumi and Tsumiki?” The way you said his first name had Gojo going from a blushing mess to a flustered, stuttering mess. He feels heat rising in his cheeks and ears, embarrassment adds in as thinks that he shouldn’t be this nervous around his new neighbor.

“Yeah, that’s their name.” He pauses and lets his nervousness settle between the two of you, “Umm, well it was great to meet you y/n, and uhh gotta get back to finishing dinner, two hungry children aren’t the prettiest sight to see.”

“I would love to be the judge of that tonight,” you turn to walk away from his doorway and wave him goodbye, “have a good day Satoru, see you tonight.”

Gojo waves back and closes the door once you step into your apartment. He roughly combs through his hair and sighs heavily, “I don’t know who’s gonna end me first, these damn kids or dinner with y/n.”

★ I got this fanfic idea from this fanart actually ! I thought gojo and the kids were so cute with their stickers and clips on their face and hair 🫶🏽

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berryhobii · 6 months

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OMG HI😭😭i love your writing so much like im obsessed you’re so talented!!! i see your request are open and i just wanted to see if you do something where it’s after Yoongi and Y/N get into petty argument and Y/N is like “you know what? whatever” and gives Yoongi the silent treatment however, Yoongi hates being ignored (especially by his girl) so after giving her some space for a few hours and trying to get her to talk to him, he’s had enough oh the silence and decides to take matters into his own hands 🫣 I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE😭😭😭this thought has been running rampant in my mind for a week and i would love to see how you would write this ! there’s no rush, take your time if you don’t feel like it that’s TOTALLY okay i just want you to know that you’re writing is IMMACULATE, chefs mf kiss 🤌🏾 and that’s you are so freaking talented!! thank you for sharing your writing with us🥰🥰💕

Ahhhhhh! I love you so much! Your requests have given me such good ideas! I hope I fulfilled this one well. It turned into kind of brat tamer Yoongi who loves reader to pieces because I love everything about that trope. I really hope you love it bb!🩵🩵🩵

“Turn left up here!”

“I know where I’m going!”

“Obviously not! The parking lot will be full by the time we get there.”

Currently, you and your husband were on the way to your favorite store to spend some more of the gift cards you got at your wedding. You received so many and Yoongi made you agree that you’d only use them for important things.

New stuff for Holly counted as important, right? Of course it did.

A few months ago, you two moved to a new neighborhood which meant you didn’t really know where everything was.

As designated passenger princess, it was your responsibility to look hot, control the music and also manage the GPS to get you places but Yoongi wanted to trust his car’s GPS more than you. Ridiculous right?

He sighed. “I know where I’m going, okay? I don’t need your help.”

Your mouth dropped, a scandalized and dramatic gasp passing your glossed lips. How dare he?!

Crossing your arms over your chest, you slumped in the passenger seat. “You know what? Whatever, Yoongi.” You mumbled.

Silence enveloped the car, only the low sound of J.Cole’s melodic voice filling the space.

Yoongi glanced over at you, a smile threatening his lips at your pouty face. Ugh, you were such a spoiled little brat but he loved you so much. He actually took pleasure in riling you up and watching you get all huffy. Everytime he saw that princess personality, it awakened something in him—a need to both smother you with kisses and spank your ass until you were crying.

He reached over to place a large hand on your thigh. “Come on baby. Don’t be upset.”

You ignored him, fully turning your body towards the window. Uh oh, your full super bratty mode was activated.

“Are you really gonna ignore me?” He pondered.

No answer.

“Baby please. I’m sorry.”

Nothing.

He guessed he’d have to roll with this.

When Yoongi pulled into the parking lot of your favorite store, he tried to talk to you again but you were already out of the car.

Unfortunately, whenever you were upset with Yoongi, you got a sudden stroke of independence. He normally opened your door for you so he knew you were really upset when you did it yourself.

You didn’t talk to him the entire time through the store but you almost broke when you passed the pillows.

“Look baby. They have those pillows you were looking at.”

You picked one up before turning to Yoongi, opening your mouth to say, “yeah they…..” but you cut yourself off, remembering your vow of silence. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to speak but you held it. Tossing the pillows into the cart, you continued through the store, hands hurting from how hard you gripped the handles.

You couldn’t fight that skip in your heart. He remembered the pillows…..you told him about those weeks ago…..fuck.

You didn’t even notice Yoongi’s sly smirk as he walked behind you. He knew this silent treatment wouldn’t last long and he was honestly kind of amused. He knew you wanted to talk to him but your pride wouldn’t allow you to break first, not until you felt like it. He guessed he’d have to put up with your silent treatment a little longer.

Besides, with you walking ahead of him, he could stare at your perfect ass in those stretch pants all he wanted. His hand itched to grab it but he resisted. He didn’t want to make you more upset…..on purpose.

Yoongi ended up having to practically fight you with the bags, insisting he’ll put them back in the cart and push them to the car. You weren’t happy but you also didn’t argue, huffing and puffing your way back to the car.

Yoongi didn’t unlock the doors until he was finished putting the bags in the trunk which was getting you even more riled up. He knew you wanted to open your own door but doing it for you was just more amusing.

You squinted your eyes at him in frustration, throat burning with the desire to tell him off but you got in the car anyway, still completely silent.

The drive home was silent, as was the short journey up to your apartment. Holly greeted you both at the door, the wiggly dog jumping all over you. You didn’t even try to go through the bags, just heading straight for your bedroom where you could ignore Yoongi better. And of course, Holly followed you, not sparing Yoongi a passing glance.

Traitor, Yoongi thought.

He sighed but left you alone. He knew you weren’t that upset about what he said in the car. You were just being stubborn. He spoiled you too much. He could also be kind of passive(he’s working on it) as well so perhaps this was proving to be a little test for him.

After putting away the few grocery items and leaving the rest of your choices for you to sort through, he flopped down on the couch.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

He liked his peace and quiet as much as the next person but the noise you brought was different. He had grown used to hearing you singing under your breath or talking to yourself as you thought about dinner or the crash of all of your hair products falling because you had so many and they didn’t fit right in the hallway closet.

You had ingrained yourself into his life—you and your own perfect little storm of gentle chaos.

He missed you. Even though you were in the next room. He missed you.

Standing from the couch, he walked down the hall to the bedroom. He couldn’t hear anything on the other side.

His knuckles rapped gently against the wood before he opened he door. “Baby?”

He found you laid on your back on the bed, phone held over your face as you scrolled through social media. Holly was resting on his dog bed in the corner, little head lifting as Yoongi entered.

“Go.” He motioned to the door. Holly tilted his head in a way that solidified Yoongi’s suspicion that his dog was secretly a human. Human or not, Holly knew better than to stick around.

Yoongi closed the door before focusing his attention back on you.

He approached the bed, leaning a knee on it. You could feel the dip but made no move to acknowledge him.

“Baby please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Of course I need you. I love when you tell me where to go but then you get distracted so we miss the turn. Remember we were late to our rehearsal dinner?”

Your lip twitched at the memory. Of course you do. The excitement of your wedding being the next day had you so caught up in your then fiancé that you couldn’t even focus on giving directions. And thanks to Yoongi being equally distracted by how stunning you were, he didn’t even think to make sure you stayed focused enough to give directions. He missed the exit twice before finally getting on track. Nevertheless, it was still a memorable evening with his family and close friends.

And the precursor to the rest of a wonderful life with you.

You still continued to ignore him. You could hear the sincerity in his apology but you wanted to make him sweat just a little bit longer.

But even Yoongi had a breaking point and you were crossing it.

“Baby.”

No answer.

Alright. Breaking point crossed.

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Ignoring me, “he scoffed with a shake of his head and landing a sharp smack to your ass. “You’re crazy.”

Your head was buried in the blankets, shoulders pressed against the bed and wrists held tightly in Yoongi’s grip.

His hips were slamming into your ass hard enough to hurt, his thick cock stretching your walls to their limit. He was thick enough to give you that slightly searing stretch and long enough to make you feel it all the way to your deepest parts.

“Mm, Yoongi!” You cry out as his strokes became longer, pulling himself all the way out to the tip remained before slamming back inside. He grits his teeth at your walls sucking him in as if they didn’t want him to go. Thank goodness for his stamina. After meeting you, he’s had to learn how restrain himself longer than ever. He never used to cum quick before meeting you. And yes, that was one of the many reasons he pursued you. “F-fuck….you feel so good.”

You arched your back more, lifting your ass so that he could reach even deeper.

“Don’t ignore me again. Do you understand?” He landed another slap on your bouncing ass, loving the recoil.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, face feeling hot from your breath that kept blowing back from how your face was pressed into the mattress.

Everything felt too tight, too hot, too sweaty, too good.

“Yes! I’m sorry!” You cried.

Releasing your wrists, he grabbed at your braids, twisting them around his wrist a few times. Waist length were definitely a smart investment.

He pulled you up until you were “balanced” on your hands because let’s face it, those things were numb as hell. His hold on your hair was really the only thing keeping you upright.

“Sorry for what? Apologize properly.”

He wanted you to form full sentences? That was like asking Jada to stop talking about Tupac. Impossible.

Another stroke knocked your speech centers loose, third orgasm since you started bubbling in your lower belly.

Yoongi could feel your walls clenching up, your moans growing louder at each thrust. Oh no you don’t.

He stopped his hips, still buried deep in your cunt. You whined as your orgasm ebbed away, wiggling your hips in an attempt to throw yourself back on his cock but a hand on your hip made you still.

“You’re not cumming until you apologize properly. Now, what aren’t you gonna do again?”

You swallowed, lip quivering and tears welling up. “I…I won’t ignore you again.”

He grinned. “Apology accepted.”

His hips set a punishing pace, your ass ricocheting off his hips. It had you moaning in ecstasy, nearly slipping from his grasp but he wrapped an arm under your breasts to keep you steady.

“Shit, I love this pussy. So. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust.

Your hand reached back to claw at his side, the slight sting making him groan and thus pushing him faster.

He yanked your hair until your back was pressed flush against his chest, his hips never slowing down. Almost instantly, you turned your head, seeking his lips as you always did when you were close. His heart fluttered, loving how affectionate you were.

You almost miss his lips from how absolutely feral he was going in your poor cunt. Fortunately, he tilts your head better with his grip on your hair, kissing your wet pout. The tenderness has your heart swooning despite all the chaos. He sucks at your tongue, leaving a light bite on your bottom lip as well.

“Gonna cum, my sweet girl?” He whispers in your ear, nipping at the skin.

You didn’t need to answer him, you’re growing moans enough to confirm. The hand that wasn’t scratching at his skin raises up to bury in his hair, yanking his strands similar to how he was doing you causing him to grunt in delight.

The arm around your body moved down to rub circles into your clit and you swore you saw the upper room. He buried his face in the side of your neck, inhaling your sweaty skin, lips leaving kisses and bites along the side of your throat.

His hips move even faster than before, desperate to carry you to your orgasm before he lost his shit. Pent up from that brief denial and riddled from your previous orgasms, you’re quick to crumble against him. Twisting in his hold, you cry out his name that’s like music to his ears.

“Yoongiiiiiiiiii! Cum in me, baby. Want you so bad….”

Your walls grip him tighter than a vice, his hips stuttering with careless abandon as he gives you exactly what you want. The sensitivity between your thighs burns in the best ways, little gasps coming from you another tiny orgasm washes over you.

“Ugh, fuck.” The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make both of you whine and gasp, his grip on you tightening and then loosening as his body shudders.

Your body falls forward on the mattress, muscles and bones weary and your eyes drooping as exhaustion weighs on them. You feel Yoongi flop down next to you, only the sound of his slightly hurried breaths filling the room.

“Not falling asleep on me, are ya?” He asks after a few seconds. He turns his head to find you are, in fact, beginning to doze off.

“No.” You fib, rolling your achy body over and holding up one arm. “Come kiss me.”

His smile is as sweet as him. He scoots over to bury himself in your warmth. Your arm wraps around him as his head lifts to give you your requested kisses.

“I love you.” You confess against his lips.

He hums. “Love you too. Even though you’re bad at giving directions.”

You roll your eyes but continued to peck at his lips. “Marry your GPS then.”

“I already have.” He hugs you closer. “And I wouldn’t give her up for anything.”

#bts #bts smut #bts x black reader #bts imagines #yoongi smut #askberryhobii

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a-certain-romance · 1 year

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Antsy

Characters/Ships: Yae Miko x reader & Ei x reader

Synopsis: You decide to release your pent up emotions by teasing them

Warnings: Suggestive content written by a minor, teasing

The puppet sat stoically on the throne, face void of emotion as she remained in a deep state of meditation.

You’ve been stuck with the puppet for a solid 2 weeks and Ei has yet to come back out of her Euthymia. Even after promising that she would take more breaks, her recent enlightenment has doubled her efforts in pursuing a better Inazuma.

She left you alone with the puppet, which isn’t exactly terrible but it just isn’t Ei. Despite her programming the affection the puppet shows is different from Ei’s. You don’t feel Ei when you lock hands, but Ei can feel every bit of contact. The puppet is but and extension of the archon, surly the sound of a low, sultry moan could get the attention of your beloved archon.

When the puppet sees you she asks of your day, how are you and why you’re in the tenshukaku. To which then you lean close to the puppet’s ear and moan out Ei’s name.

You giggle as you walk away, only for the room around you to transform into a grander space. Pillars like up against a sandy, barren surface. The sky is filled with angry purple storm clouds. And in the center sits a cross-legged Ei floating in meditation.

Ei blinks open her eyes and stares down at your confused expression. She steps down from her position in the air, almost as if she’s walking down an invisible set of stairs.

When you meet face to face she tilts your chin up with her index finger, brings her face so close to you that your lips are inches from touching her own.

“Now that you’ve captured my attention, do use it wisely”

Miko was sifting through some of the many submitted works from her employees at the publishing house, each of them awaiting for which she’d pick as the next bestseller.

Miko had been adamant about finishing the workload by the end of the day. Intel of a rival publishing house’s next launch has been leaked to her and she can’t afford to waste another second.

She promised you that she would make it worth your while if you just held tight through the next few days, and then she would give you her full undivided attention.

But you were getting antsy. You’ve been worked up these past few days as Miko’s promise hangs in the air. Thoughts of her touch, her tongue and that teasing smirk have been running rampant around your impatient mind. And to top it off she barely seems fazed, completely content with staying cooped up in the office for hours on end.

You know Miko isn’t one to back down on her word, but a little motivation can do wonders. You pop into her office to check up on her, leaning into her side as she tells you about these latest light novels. Miko knows something’s off. You just look too…innocent. You must be planning something.

“I applaud you for your patience this past week my love. I’m getting close to finishing, I’ll make sure to reward you accordingly”

“I’ll be waiting”, you say, and bend down closer to kiss her cheek and moan against it. You laugh as you walk away, barely believing you were able to get away with that. You hand grasps the edges of the handle, only for it to be pinned by your head against the door.

Your eyes widen as Miko begins pressing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw. She sighs, and the hot breath against your skin has you arching into her.

“Well look at you, all bark and no bite? You didn’t really think I’d let you get past that door after teasing me like that, did you?”

She all but drags you back and sits you against the table. Two fingers push down on your chest until your back meets the wood.

“I think it’s time to put you back in your place”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #yae miko #yae miko imagines #yae miko smut #yae miko x reader #yae miko x y/n #yae miko x you #yae smut #ei x reader #ei smut #raiden shogun smut #raiden x reader #ei x you #ei x y/n #💋

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undercoverpena · 1 year

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a hundred thoughts

john 'soap' mactavish x f!reader (squid!reader)

an: angst, idiots in love, love declarations (to Gaz) and pining | for the anon who wanted to hurt, you’re welcome. wc: 2k summary: “i think i’m in love with my best friend”. and now you’ve said it, that the secret had touched the air, it has allowed it to run more rampant through your veins. It throbs in your bones and thumps in your saddened heart. Because you miss him—

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Each time he leaves, you hope he leaves a noticeable mark.

Something to cling to. A bruise from the hug being too tight, a pinch from you winding him up, or even a finger mark burned into your skin, from how searingly important he is.

But, he never does—never did.

All you're left with is the lasting image of him walking backwards from you, smirking, eyes twinkling as he points at you saying:

“Don’t get into trouble without m’, Mari. I’ll be back in a few hours and then, we go to tha’ pub and get bladdered.”

It was the last thing—last tickbox.

Price had said it would be quick, in and out. The last loose end that had made its way out of the blistering heat, from where you’d all just been.

It didn’t make a difference that you knew he’d be back before it got dark. From the moment the wheels took off with him, till he would come back, you held your breath.

You longed, chest tight—nerves frayed, frazzled. You had suspected why for a long time, but this time…

It hit you. Knocked you from your axis.

Not like a wave. It doesn’t wash over you, drench you and make you go cold. It both creeps and slams into you all at once. Similar to those small paper cuts you get, the ones you only notice when sanitiser or alcohol touches them, and then it’s all you can think of. Hurting so much the corners of your eyes go a little white and you blank everything out as you hiss from it all.

It’s that thought that threads itself into your mind. It creates pretty, complicated bows that you’re sure only he can undo.

“You alright?”

You look up from your untouched plate.

The scent of ketchup singeing your nose. It mixes with spilled vinegar and the fading scent of Soap’s body wash. The latter being the only smell you really wish to cling to, but it’s the one which dwindles the quickest.

Gaz shouldn’t look concerned—the expression doesn’t suit him. He suits smiling and grinning, half-laughing as you sing a song badly in his face when you’re both five drinks deep.

And yet, you’ve made him look concerned more often as of late. A part of you wondering if it’s why he’s here instead of with Price—to keep an eye on you, to watch you.

Something he’s doing well, irrespective of it being an order. He purposefully keeps meeting your gaze, finding him watching, staring with concern written into his brows, face twisting ever so slightly.

The two of you take it in turns—swapping the expression. Being the rock the other can cling to when the current tries to sweep the other a way.

Parting your lips, the words clunk and stick to the inside of your throat. Unwilling to shift, to be spoken.

Because no, you’re not okay. Not even a little bit.

Those words blow across your mind—almost through it. The rest, the real explanation—the one you’ve kept so close to you—is a tangled mess you’re not sure how to begin unravelling, never mind speaking.

It’s a secret which appears in the night, hovering at the end of whatever bed you’re in. A thing which sits and erodes a hole into your chest. One which both makes you feel heavy and weightless all at once; one which fills you both with happiness, fluttering wings and nervous bubbling, and sadness which dulls everything in its path.

A complete contradiction.

“Oi,” Gaz says, poking you with his stupidly long finger, a brow raised. “Do I need to worry about you?”

Maybe. But, maybe it’s too late.

You sigh, swallowing, chewing the words which are starting to taste bitter and wrong. Having sat there far too long—brewing, festering—

“Mari, c’mon. I don’t see you—“

“I think I’m in love with my best friend.”

Gaz stares, blinking.

And it takes a second, even two before you can even understand why he’s staring. Why he’s dumbfounded and silent. In another situation, you think you’d smile, grin—laugh, even.

“Not you, obviously… Soap.”

And then slowly, you watch the most annoying smirk grow and bleed over his features. “Y’fucking think?”

“Excuse me?”

His hand steals a chip from your plate, brow raising. “We will come back to me not being your best friend, but Mari—I’m sorry, but it’s bloody obvious.”

“It is…?”

He grins.

Not horribly. A grin you rarely see on him when you’re both here. One that is usually reserved for being back home, his head turned on your sofa, staring at him as you make a comment about something on the TV.

“Yeah. It is. Not just because you’re always together or that you seek him out when you’re sad—which I know you do. It’s not because I know you share a bed with him, but because as your real best friend, you can’t keep your eyes off the bloke.”

It should calm you. Ease your tired muscles and broken soul. You should find comfort in sharing this secret, the pain and pressure of carrying it halved.

But, it instead opens the barely held-together parts of you. The marks you’ve left on yourself through determined resolve so you weren’t so easily read, bristles and gnaws.

And then, it strikes you. A bolt which sends shivers through your spine and toes, almost winding you and covering you in bruises.

Because maybe he knows too. Which means he doesn’t feel the same. And, and—

You swallow, pushing the plate closer to Gaz. Feeling a slight twinge as you watch his smile fade, the edges of it drooping and wilting, but not enough to ask him why.

Your mind is too busy to care. Gripping the edges of the seat beside your thighs, hating that you’re on the wrong side of realisation—that now you’ve said it, that the secret has touched the air, it has allowed it to run more rampant through your veins.

It throbs in your bones and thumps in your saddened heart.

Because you miss him—

And, he’s only just gone.

“Shit.”

“Why shit?”

“Because,” you say, swirling your hand as you try to find the words.

Not sure if you can say that it’s consuming—loving him. That wanting him, missing Johnny… it’s taking so much from you.

And, it’s only truly begun.

Before it was held under a perfectly layered tarp with hidden emotions weighing it down. Now, it’s free, rising like a helium balloon, blowing in the space between the two of you. Him and you. You and him…

“Mari.”

You blink, feeling the sting of a tear which hovers between falling and not. “If you can tell, Kyle… then he can too. And he obviously doesn’t feel… he doesn’t feel the same.”

Gaz dips his head, staring at you—almost forcing you to hold his gaze without as much as asking you to. And it hurts to. Because it’s full of pity.

A harder look to swallow, to ignore in his brown eyes.

“Mar, he fucking loves you too.”

“No–”

“Yes. Trust me, alright. As your actual best friend—which, by the way, I’m still fuckin’ insulted you put him above me—but, that man is in love with you. More than Price loves cigars—and he ripped a new arsehole in that recruit the other week because he made him drop one.”

You snort. Force it out.

You hope it’ll pacify him, tell him he has nothing to worry about. But it doesn’t work.

He sees through you, raising both brows to inform you of so as your teeth dig further into the inside of your cheeks—leaving marks the tip of your tongue will feel for weeks. Each word of his landing with no comfort.

Even when he doesn’t say another thing. Even when he lets you excuse yourself—nodding in understanding when you say you’re going to sleep.

Not that you do.

You let time tick on. And it’s hours.

Long, painful hours that feel like they’re spreading and bleeding into eternity. It’s apparent, as the day drags on, how you miss him a little louder. It’s all a little more obvious when he’s not on base.

As though the knowledge that he can't turn a corner and call you lass or pull you into the crook of his shoulder—a place you crave now—makes the longing worse.

You’d suspected it all long before now. Had turned it over in your mind when you’d listened to his heartbeat under your ear. You’d acknowledge it—accepted it—that Soap had become the best part of your day, that you don’t didn’t deserve him and couldn’t let him go all at once.

You hadn’t gone to your room when you left Gaz, you went to Soap’s. Allowing yourself a moment to be with your thoughts and be surrounded by his scent. Then it became too much. It made your eyes sting, your heart heavy and your fingers cramp from clinging to the sheets he’d been laying in hours before.

I’ll be back in a few hours…

But, there have already been a few gone.

The realisation and knot of worry dragging its long claws up your throat as the loneliness peels your flesh back, as the threads around your heart tighten, and tighten.

You miss him.

Miss the way he pulls your neck into the crook of his shoulder, that he calls you lass—that his eyes linger that fraction longer with you, than they do with anyone else.

It’s that which eases you as darkness ebbs in the corners of your eyes. Your eyelids closing, tears awaiting at the edges as you curl further into his pillow—the one the two of you have so often shared.

If you sleep, you can miss him quieter, and love him a little easier—or so you hope. Feeling your legs grow heavy, sleep sliding up your body pulling you under its dreamy depths as you let his scent fill you.

Because at least here, there’s a part of him everywhere—enough to trick you into letting yourself believe he’s beside you. It’s that which relaxes you over the last hurdle, your body weightless as sleep embalms your skin and quiets your brain.

Just for a second.

The briefest relief from it all.

It’s why you suspect you don’t hear him enter. Lost in a world between the sleep and those who are awake—teetering in a wasteland devised only by yourself.

But you feel him.

It’s that which makes your eyes open—those knuckles. His knuckles. The ones covered in scars and healing cuts. The ones which often drag themselves up and down your cheek—running along it just the same right now.

It’s dark in his room—the night having crept in and smothered the day.

But, even without light, you see him all the same.

Your eyes accustomed to seeking him—your beacon, your fucking sun. You have practice at it, staring through a scope to watch him, observe him—protect him.

It’s different here. No danger, no reason—just a need to see him, spot him, drink him all in.

Especially when he’s like this, smiling, almost grinning—and very much alive.

The grin he gives is one he does more when it’s the two of you. One which almost tugs at your lips until they mirror his. Almost makes you spill all your secrets to him, like the one brewing and bubbling at the forefront of your mind:

Kiss me. Kiss me, Johnny, and… just—

“Y’doin’ ‘ere, lass?”

You blink it away. Force it back and stuff it away. Both begging the tears to retreat back and the brutal thoughts which pepper your mind.

You can’t reply, too afraid it’ll all come out.

Instead, you lift your hand from the sheets to his hand on your cheek. Staring, hoping your eyes are capable of burning the words into his mind that won’t stop rolling around yours.

Because you’re tired of fighting it—fighting him.

I love you. I love you, Johnny. I love you, I love you, I love you.

His palm spreads flat over your cheek, head tilting as your fingers slide between his—fitting so perfectly, as if you’re both pieces of the same puzzle.

You keep him there, letting the silence wrap around the two of you as his warmth spreads against the coolness of your skin. Your breaths grow deep, heavy, half-laced with beckoning sleep and still present worry.

“Y’missed me or something?”

He’s not smiling.

Nor laughing.

The air shifting, changing—bubbles of it bouncing more intently around the two of you. The claw back in your throat, your flesh peeling, your heart being suffocated by the threads of ifs and buts and maybes—

It would be easier to say yes. To tell him the darn truth.

Instead, you smirk playfully. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

It would have brought comfort to say yes, to not hide anymore. To then freely wallow at home in sitcoms, chocolate and tissues if he told you he didn’t feel the same. But, you’re too afraid…

Of losing him. This. A friendship and whatever else the two of you have built.

He shakes his head, dragging his thumb back and forward on your cheek—refusing to let go.

Not that you want him to.

You never want him to.

“Yer’ a right one, you. C’mon, the plane is callin’, lass. Need a scotch in me.”

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‘Cause You’re a Sky Full of Stars (I’m Gonna Give You My Heart)

Part Two of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car)

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Description: After your whirlwind meeting at the bar, you and Jake finally go on your first date.

Disclaimer: Insecurities on the part of Gorgeous Girl,

Warnings: afab!reader

Word Count: 4460

A/N: Hi! I'm back! This concept took over my brain and I had to write Jake and Gorgeous Girl's first date. Like the last installment, I listened to a song to get the creative juices flowing. So without further ado, this part is sponsored by Coldplay's A Sky Full of Stars and this picture of Glen Powell. Thanks to @bradshawsbaby for their service and for bringing that sinful image to my dash! Also I have a billion thanks to @roosterbruiser for proofreading and feedback as well!

AO3: Cross-posted here! My Masterlist

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You wake up slowly, with your mouth fuzzy and eyes screwed shut. Your limbs feel heavy as you sit up, wrapped in a cocoon of your blankets. After detangling yourself, you shuffle into your bathroom and mechanically go about your morning routine. The sun is dipping through the slits in your blinds as you traipse downstairs and wait zombie-like, mug in hand, in front of your coffee maker as it finishes brewing your coffee. The first sip of the rich and dark brew reminds you of the whiskey you’d shared with Jake the night before. Flashes of the night before whirl through your mind as you contemplate whether 10 AM on a Saturday is too early to text him. To let him know that you’re thinking about him. At the very least, you can see if he’s texted you back after all, right?

“Text me, gorgeous girl!” His parting words from the night before sound even sweeter, ricocheting through your mind in the stark morning light as you stand barefoot, in your pajamas and bedhead, on your kitchen tile. Your toes curl unbidden as you think of the look in those green, green eyes as you said goodnight. The thought of those eyes has you unlocking your phone and navigating to your messages. His contact makes you grin. A tipsy, man-drunk you had picked the right choice, leaving 🤠💚 after his name. While the three messages you’d sent the night before are cringy, you’re half expecting there to be no response from Jake at all. But there they are, received at 6:30 in the morning.

You gawp unflatteringly at the screen in your hand. Did he say he dreamed? Of you? It’s official. Jake Seresin is terrible for your mental clarity and your sanity. His messages are giving you whiplash outright. You’re haunting his dreams in one second, and he’s bantering with you about Batman in the next.

You’re not expecting any more responses from him. Anyone awake at 6 AM on a Saturday is sure to have a busy day planned. You, yourself, have plans to meet your best friend for brunch in the city. So you knock back the remains of your coffee and head back upstairs to get ready.

You see Jake’s response when you’re collecting your things with sunglasses perched on your face nearly an hour later. You’re fully dressed in a graphic t-shirt, cut-offs, and sneakers for brunch.

Butterflies run rampant in your stomach as you hook your phone up to your convertible’s sound system and blast music on the way to the restaurant you’d decided on with your friend for brunch. You meet her there promptly at 11:30, greeting her with hugs and laughter. It isn’t until you’re at the table and each holding a drink, fresh-squeezed orange juice and coffee for you and a mimosa for her, that the Spanish Inquisition begins. Callie, now back in San Diego permanently, broaches the topic of your date with James. She’d been the chief architect of your Tinder profile and your biggest cheerleader as you agonized over what to wear the night before.

“Sorry, Cal,” you grin at her, “James sucked!” At her glare, you spill the whole tale. Her glare softens into a wince as you mention all the things James said about his ex and his mother. It’s when you mention Jake that something changes.

“Jake?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you’re smiling that giddy fond grin again, unable to make eye contact.

“And he's in the Navy?”

“Yeah.”

“A Naval Aviator?”

“That’s what he said, Cal.” There is a pause as you digest what she’s getting at. “Wait. Callie! You’re a Naval Aviator. Do you know him?”

You grasp your friend’s hands as you plead for more information. She carefully extricates herself from your grip, rotating her wrists, and primly pushes her sunglasses up her nose. She’s letting you stew in your realization, the bitch. If only she weren’t your best friend since you were twelve. As much as you hate her need for suspense at the moment, you also know you wouldn’t trade her for anyone else in the world. So you sip on your juice and wait. It isn’t until the food is on the table that she responds to your frantic questions.

“I know a Jake, who is a Naval Aviator. But a knight in shining armor, he is not. If I had to describe him, I’d describe him as a complete and total dick.” She lifts her hand at your falling face, gesturing at you to stop whatever your face is doing. “Do you remember a couple of months ago when I was back on North Island for that secret detachment mission?”

“Yeah, Cal, I do.”

“And do you remember that one night when we met for dinner at that place with the pitchers of spicy margaritas and the mouth-watering tacos? I was venting about this complete and utter asshole, callsign Hangman, who persisted in leaving everyone behind?”

You nod.

“That’s him. He’s changed over the past few months since the squadron was permanently assigned to North Island. But I’m still worried about what he’ll do to you. He goes through girls like he does those damned toothpicks he always has in his mouth. Sweet and gorgeous girls who want forever aren’t really his thing.” She’s serious now. There isn’t a hint of the laughter usually on her face. “But, I also know you. He’s your type. He has been since we were giggling about boys for the first time. I’m not going to stop you from going out with him. You deserve to have someone who makes you smile like you were earlier. This is just a warning, and I want you to know I have your back. I will beat him up if he makes you cry. I also expect to be named your Maid of Honor if this relationship goes that far.”

You smile tremulously at your best friend and rock, grateful to have her support even if she isn’t happy about you seeing him again. The both of you begin to scarf down your meals in companionable silence.

When there’s barely any food left on the plates, you pick up the conversation again. “Cal, I should probably mention that he asked me out to dinner this morning. He’s picking me up at 6 at my place. Would you please, please, please help me pick out something to wear?” you beg, now, batting your best puppy dog eyes at your friend.

“Sure,” she grumbles, finishing the last of her mimosa. “What did he say was the dress code?”

You pull out your phone and check your messages.

You hand Callie your phone, letting her scroll through your messages with Jake. Her eyebrows climb as she scrolls through the messages.

“It looks like he’s trying to impress you by doing something on the beach. What do you think about heading to that boutique downtown? The one where I found that gorgeous sparkly blazer you love so much?” She asks as you split the bill. Both of you get into your car and drive into the city with the summer breeze ruffling through your hair and the sun shining brightly.

It had taken three hours for you and Callie to decide on an outfit for your date. You’d tried on what felt like hundreds of sundresses before ultimately picking out a green flowy dress and strappy sandals. Cute and casual but not sloppy. It felt like no time had passed between when you headed home and now as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You touch up your makeup and pursed your lips to apply lipstick in the same burgundy shade as the night before.

The doorbell rings, and the butterflies in your stomach decide to swarm up your esophagus. You open the front door to see Jake standing in front of you, wearing a pair of aviators and clutching a bouquet in his hand. He hands the bouquet to you with a heart-stopping grin. The arrangement is gorgeous, dark red carnations interspersed with sprigs of white baby’s breath.

“Hi Jake,” you grin, bringing the bouquet to your nose, inhaling deeply to get a whiff of the flowers’ delicate fragrance. “Please, come in. Let me put these in water, and then I’m ready to go.”

Jake steps in, and you close the door behind him. He’s wearing a soft sage-colored Henley t-shirt rolled up his forearms, a pair of worn jeans, and cowboy boots. You can hear him stomping behind you as you walk into the kitchen and grab a vase from a shelf. There is something different about seeing Jake Seresin in your house. He’s carefully examining everything, from the pictures on the walls to the books on your shelves. You finish up with the flowers and stand next to him in front of the bookshelf. He’s got your worn copy of Pride and Prejudice in his hands.

“Have you ever read it?” you ask, curious.

“I have. It’s my twin sister’s favorite book.” His eyes are fond as he flips to the bookmark you left the last time you’d picked the book up, right at Darcy’s first confession of love to Elizabeth.

“My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. In declaring myself thus I'm fully aware that I will be going expressly against the wishes of my family, my friends, and, I hardly need add, my own better judgement.” His voice is perfect. He manages to portray every emotion in Darcy’s voice while staring deep into your eyes. The moment stretches into something tender and heavy. You’re barely breathing, cataloging the flecks of gold and brown swimming in his eyes. You nearly kick yourself for breaking his gaze when you gently grab the book from his hands, close it, and set it on the shelf.

“Dinner?” you ask, grabbing the last of your things and putting them in your bag.

“Dinner,” Jake murmurs back, voice soft. He’s the perfect gentleman, pulling the front door open for you, waiting at the bottom of the stairs while you lock the door, and helping you into his behemoth of a truck.

The windows are down again, with the radio still tuned to the same country station. Instead of heading towards downtown San Diego, Jake points the truck north, driving up I-5.

“Where are we going?” you ask, enjoying the evening breeze as you cruise effortlessly on the roads.

“La Jolla. There is this amazing Italian restaurant on the beach. I thought we’d eat dinner there and then walk along the beach?” There’s a pause, and then, “But if you don’t like Italian, I’m sure we can find other restaurants in the area.” He sounds flustered.

You shouldn’t be feeling amused, yet you can’t keep the smile from your voice as you place your hand over his and say, “Italian is perfect.” You glance over at him, seeing that his aviators are once again snugly perched on his nose. You can see the light nervous blush coloring his golden cheeks. As much as you’d like to see how far his blush goes, you change the subject instead, asking, “How was your day?”

He seems too eager to respond, mentioning running in the morning, eating brunch, hanging out with some squadron members, and playing dogfight football on the beach. You’re not quite sure what dogfight football entails. Callie has mentioned it before too. When you ask Jake, his explanation, which involves two footballs and keeping score while defending your team from the opposing team's football, sets your head spinning. Keeping track of the rules for American Football is already too much. He’s scandalized, green eyes peering at you from over the rim of his aviators when you tell him as much. The rest of your trip to the restaurant is spent with him trying and failing to portray the football field verbally and describe plays to you. You’re smiling uncontrollably, regardless, when the truck pulls into a spot in front of the restaurant. As promised, the restaurant is on the beachfront. The sun is setting in blossoms of red and gold that transition to violet in front of your eyes.

“It’s a stunning view, isn’t it.” You startle at the sound of his voice, a little surprised to see the driver’s seat empty and Jake standing next to you in the open truck door. “Ready for dinner?”

“I’m famished,” you grin as you take his hand and hop out of the truck. You conclude that Jake draws attention everywhere you go, especially when you hear the giggling from the hostess and your waitress as she leads you to your table. Your waitress’ eyes goggle when Jake pulls out your chair for you before folding gracefully into his own across from you.

"What can I get you, sir?" she simpers, pressing her arms together to get Jake's eyes on her bosom.

"Darlin', do you know what you'd like to drink?" Jake asks you instead, ignoring the display from your waitress in its entirety.

"I'm not sure. I'd love to order a glass of wine." You waver, second-hand embarrassment for your waitress' peacocking melting into your tone.

"Can we have a couple of glasses of your house red, please?" Jake asks your waitress, once again keeping his tone polite and eyes on her face and not her over-exposed assets.

Her downcast face and Jake's smug, mischievous grin nearly have you laughing at the table as she walks away. Behind Jake, you can see a desperate powwow as your waitress, hostess, and other waitresses desperately try to get a game plan together to attract his attention.

"Sweets.”

“Doll.”

“Gorgeous?!" You snap back to Jake and your table with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry," You’re grinning shyly as you respond, "our waitress, the hostess, and a few other waitresses all look like they're going to war behind you."

"War?" He drawls, eyes still looking right at you. "What exactly would they be going to war over?"

"You." You murmur, embarrassed to have brought it up. You continue at the sardonic tilt to his raised eyebrow, "They're going to wage war against me over you. I'm sure it's happened to you before. The waitstaff deciding that the girl you're having dinner with isn't as pretty as you deserve?"

There is an understanding look on his face now. You're unsure if you should say anything further, but save yourself the embarrassment and effort when your waitress returns with the wine. The next moments are full of Jake tasting the wine, deeming it acceptable, and your waitress pouring each of you a glass. You sip slowly at the rich, tart, sweet liquid and wait until your waitress has stepped away again.

This time, when Jake utters, "Gorgeous girl," in that Texan growl, your eyes are on him already. His hand is held upright, halfway across the table, fingers wiggling imperiously.

"Take my hand, beautiful?" You can't say no when asked like that and place your hand in his.

Satisfied, he continues, "I'm only going to say this once, so I hope you hear me and completely understand what I'm saying. Yes, it has happened before. But the waitstaff at a restaurant isn't who I'm having dinner with. When I'm out to dinner with a girl, all my attention is on her. I could care less if the sky is falling or elephants are roaming the restaurant and acting as the sommelier. My attention tonight is on you and only you." He punctuates that entire impassioned statement with a squeeze of your fingers.

You're flushed again, cheeks hot under his knowing gaze, and you evade his eyes by dipping your head to peer at your menu. Things are quiet as you order your entrée, something the menu says is lightly dressed in the house marinara sauce.

Once you're both alone at the table again, you murmur, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed anything. Just chalk it up to my rampant insecurities. I really like you. And I’m trying not to sabotage this, but I guess I just did.”

“Hey, sweets. It’s alright. You’re only human. And gorgeous. If I have to tell you that every day, I will.” He’s smiling now, a tender sweet curl to his lips.

"Jake? I realized today that our worlds intersect far more closely than I thought they did. And I need to tell you this before we go any further."

"What do you mean?" He murmurs back with his voice pitched low to accommodate the serene environment in the restaurant.

"I mean, that I had brunch with my best friend today. Her name is Callie, Callie Bassett. I've known her since I was twelve years old. As I'm sure you know, she's a Naval Aviator, too. Her callsign is Halo, and she's on your squadron." His shoulders tense, hunching towards his ears as you continue. "She told me that I should be careful with you, that you aren't the type to look for forever in a girl. And I like you. I really like you, more than I thought I would, and probably far too much for how long we've known one another. But I want to give you and me a shot. I just need to know you're looking for the same thing."

“Gorgeous girl,” his voice is husky and a bit scratchy as he responds to your plea, "I know it may not look like it to my squadron, but I am looking for forever. The Navy has kept me moving all over the country and the world for years. It never felt right to look for forever when I knew that at a drop of a hat I could be sent anywhere in the world. How could I leave somebody to go through a life we built, all alone with me a million miles away? So I stuck to girls who weren’t looking for anything serious. And as my career grew, so did my reputation as a womanizer. Now, no matter how I look, I keep finding girls looking for one night, not forever. At least, I hope, until I ran into you in that bar last night."

His eyes are unbearably soft and sad as he sips his wine. You tug his hand forward and press a kiss on his knuckles, nuzzling at his hand just a little.

“Jake, I can’t say I have any experience in moving around the world and not being able to put down roots. But for now, all I have to say is, I hope we can build something good between us,” you murmur back. His eyes shine at your words.

Your entrées come out in a cloud of sweet tomato, garlic, and basil. After the serious conversation you had just had, the rest of the night is light. You compliment the food, share bites of each other's entrees, and chat about work, your families, about everything you can think of, including the likelihood that Jake is Batman. He pays for your meals despite your protests, leading you out onto the beach hand in hand. You both take your shoes off and walk barefoot through the sand, continuing to chat lightly.

You're about a quarter of a mile from the restaurant when Jake pulls you to a halt, tugging on your hand and pulling you towards him. His hair is windswept, as is yours, and he's smiling. You're both smiling, honestly, and have been for much of the night.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks. He reels you further into his embrace at your nod until your hand is splayed over his heart. He slowly brushes your hair aside and tips your head up. He carefully brushes his nose against yours and waits, letting you feel the lightest brush of his lips.

"Gonna kiss you now," he groans before capturing your mouth with his. You melt in his arms, eyes fluttering closed as his tongue presses insistently against the seam of your lips until you part them. Your head is wholly occupied with Jake; his hands on you, his mouth on yours, his tongue, the taste of the wine you’d shared, the heady scent of his cologne, and the feeling of his muscular body holding you impossibly close.

Your breathing is ragged when he finally pulls away. You're desperately sucking in deep breaths of air because you're sure you forgot to breathe mid-kiss, your mind chanting Jake, Jake, Jake in a worshiping manner. When you glance at him, his lips are spit slicked and bitten red. He looks fantastic, and you nearly haul him back down for another kiss. You hold yourself back, though. Public indecency charges wouldn't look good on either of your records. He seems to be deliberating the same thing if the look in his eyes as he subtly adjusts the front of his jeans says anything.

But rather than act on your mutual desire, he grasps your hand securely in his and leads you back to the truck. He'd nursed a single glass of wine all night, so you let him drive. He helps you up into the passenger seat, though this time, you stop him before he can close the door and tug him into another kiss. This one is softer, more chaste than the one you'd shared on the beach. As he finally pulls away and takes his place in the driver’s seat, you feel it will be impossible to keep your hands off him. Clearly, he's just as affected when he curls his palm over your knee, fingers tracing circles over your kneecap unconsciously.

The I-5 is quiet, for once. The roads are busy but not congested as Jake takes the exits toward San Diego. Instead of taking you home, though, Jake drives you towards North Island. The guard at the base gates greets him cheerfully and lets the truck through. Rather than go onto the base proper, Jake pulls the truck onto a small gravel-lined inlet that lets out on a small, deserted beach.

"In Texas," he starts, nostalgia deep in his tone, "when we're out in the land surrounding the ranch, you can see the stars for miles. Since I left, I've been searching for a spot to see them. So every time I'm at a new duty station, I search for the perfect star-gazing spot. This is the one I found on North Island. I was hoping you weren't tired of me yet and that you wanted to stargaze with me for a while before I took you home?" He’s smiling as he tucks a toothpick into his mouth.

You grin back at him, murmuring. "Do you know any constellations? I've always wanted to be able to look up at the night sky and point out something. I don't think I can even point out the North Star."

“I know a few. My older brothers taught us how to point out the big ones. Things look a little different here than when we were in Texas, but I can teach you a few. I will make sure you can identify the North Star.” His eyes shine as he peers up to the sky, “It’s the perfect night for stargazing, clear without a cloud in the sky.”

“Is this why you wanted me to wear something I wouldn’t worry about getting sand on?” you ask, grinning at the wonder in his eyes.

“Partially,” he hums, getting out of the truck, helping you out of your seat, and walking you to the tailgate.

“This,” he’s grinning again, toothpick grasped between his teeth, “is what I wanted you to wear something comfortable for.” You wait as Jake unlatches the tailgate and hoists himself up into the bed of his truck. He pulls out a couple of blankets from a steel crate behind the cab, unfolding one for the two of you to sit on and the other to place over your laps. He then hops off the truck bed and holds his hand to you.

You’re smiling again, laughing at the child-like wonder on his face at the thought of seeing the stars. You step closer, by-passing his outstretched hand, pluck the toothpick out of his mouth, and curl a hand around the back of his neck. His eyes flutter close at the gentle caress. You pet the short, spiky hairs at the base of his neck before dragging your hand down his throat. His eyes stay closed until you work his dog tags out from where they’d been lying against his skin. The metal is smooth and skin-warm in your hand. His name, call sign, and blood type are embossed on them. But you hadn’t gone for his dog tags to examine them. Nope. You wrap the chain in your fingers and tug, pulling his mouth, now smirking, down to yours. You peck his smiling lips, smattering soft kisses across his face as he hefts you easily onto the tailgate, his biceps bulging as he lifts you with hardly any effort. His hands stay on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles over you as you gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Stargazing, sweets.” At your confused moue, he continues, voice gravelly, “I brought you here to show you the stars, not kiss your lipstick off. Can I take your shoes off?”

You nod, watching as he slides his hands down your legs, undoes the straps of each sandal, and pulls them off. He sets them on the tailgate and hauls himself into the truck bed beside you before toeing his boots off. Jake crawls into the truck bed, sitting with his back against the cab. You join him. He pulls you to sit between his legs, your back pressed against his chest.

You tip your head and imperiously order him to show you some stars. His laugh vibrates through you from your position nestled against his chest. Looking at the stars with Jake is an enlightening experience. He knows where the constellations are, even in San Diego instead of Texas. He even tells you some of the various myths about the constellations. The highlight of star-gazing with Jake is when you see a shooting star streak across the sky.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart.” He rumbles out, “Make a wish.”

Make a wish? That you can do. For more enchanting nights with Jake. For more days and nights to get to know Jake. For a chance to show your friends and family the sweet nerd you’d seen underneath the muscle, the boy with stars in his eyes. It’s a thought that sticks with you even as you fall asleep alone that night.

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Set My Soul On Fire [6] | 18+

Summary: The chances of meeting your soul flame were almost one in a eight billion, the only way of knowing you were a match? You had to happen to be in close proximity of each other, so how were you ever to find your one true flame when they possibly lived halfway around the globe. When you find out you matched with not one but four members from the biggest boy band in the world, you weren’t sure if you were incredibly lucky or headed for devastating heartbreak, but you were willing to find out.

Rating: 18+

Genre: idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 6.2K

Warnings: dom!jungkook, dom!jimin, dom!taehyung, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, consent, smut, possessiveness, polyamory, anxiety, insecurities, jealousy, sexual tension, dirty talk, explicit language, kissing, grinding, marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral(f. receiving), Jimin has a long ass tongue, Jimin has a hugeeeee praise kink, mentions of multiple members and voyerism.

Author’s Note: Oh my godddd its happening, whats the procedure, whats the procedure!! (Points if you know what that’s from!) I think it’s been long enough, time for some smutty smut smut!

This is all fictional.

It was about another hours drive to the house and Jimin had insisted on holding your hand the entire way, regardless of your concerns about him driving one handed. So now his fingers threaded with yours, resting on the center console as you tried your best to distract yourself from the way his thumb swept tenderly across the top of your hand.

Intrusive thoughts kept finding their way into your mind, like just how amazing those pillowy lips had felt against yours. They had been everything you’d imagined and then some. Just how would those lips would feel kissing their way down my body.

Your mind was running rampant with salacious daydreams, no doubt driving Jimin crazy at this point. But you couldn’t help it, after that kiss and his comment about not holding back, all your thoughts were filled with Jimin.

Jimin whose gaze could pierce your very soul and set your whole body on fire.

Jimin whose lithe body moved so gracefully across the stage driving every person crazy in the crowd.

Jimin who loved to tease millions of army with that sinful tongue and sensual body roll on stage.

“Fuck. Please stop Y/N, I only have so much control. I’m barely resisting pulling this car over and fucking you until you can’t walk as it is.” He growled like some wild animal causing your breath to hitch, his fingers tightening painfully on the steering wheel as he fought against the onslaught of images.

She was seriously trying to kill him.

Your body heated at his comment, suddenly at war with your own thoughts as you couldn’t decide if that was what you secretly wanted. You could however feel the tension between the both of you growing with each passing second. The heat building between your thighs causing you squeeze them together trying to relieve some of the pressure.

“Do you want me to pull over?” He smirked, tongue snaking out along the seam of his lips as he bit down on his lower lip. He yanked your joined hands up to his mouth to press a kiss to your knuckles, catching your gaze as he flipped your hands over to kiss your inner wrist.

“Jimin!” You gasped, jerking your hand from his grasp as you tried to distance yourself from that sinful mouth as much as possible from within the small confines of the car.

Just as you both were about at your limit the house came into view, a relived groan escaping him as he pulled in behind the others who were already unloading their car.

“Finally..” he sighed turning off the car, Taehyung all smiles already bounding over to the car to pound on his window.

“Where the hell were you guys!? We thought maybe you had broken down on the side of the road... or something.” Jimin grimaced at the humor lacing his voice, of course they knew what had happened to a degree, Tae just insisted on torturing Jimin whenever given the chance.

“Nope, we’re fine as you can clearly see.” Jimin replied, shoving Taehyung playfully. Taehyung was just relived to see his soul mates sour mood having finally lifted, everyone was tried of walking on eggshells around him. Jungkook had been the ringleader behind putting them in close confines together to hash out their differences.

You had quickly snuck out of the car while Jimin was distracted with Taehyung, making your way towards the others. Just as you approached the other car a massive doberman appeared, rounding the corner with Jungkook in tow. He tackled you to the ground proceededing to happily lick you to death. You laughed, doing your best to fend off the slobber monster.

“BAM! No! Bad Bam! that's not how we greet Y/N!” He laughed dragging him off of you, bam took off running to find his next victim, Jimin, who immediately fawned over him in an adorable baby voice.

“Ohh Bammm, look at you! You got so big! Ohh who’s a good boy!”

Jungkook picked you up from the ground as if you weighed nothing, trying in vain to wipe at the muddy paw prints scattered across your shirt, “Sorry about that, he’s still a baby. I asked our manager to steal him away from training camp for a while so you could meet him, guess he still needs some work.” Jungkook explained, that adorable bunny smile making your heart skip a beat.

You watched the so-called ‘puppy’ bounce between the members happily, moving from one person to the next to receive attention. Taehyung took off in a sprint causing Bam to give chase, tackling him to the ground once he inevitably caught him, they rolled around like little kids in the grass.

“He’s so cute, hard to believe he's a puppy though!” Man that was going to be one big dog when it was full grown, he was surely as big as you and he was still a puppy. They always said you could tell how big a dog would be based on its paw size, well those damn paws were huge. Like father like son I suppose, you weren’t sure if the muscle bunny was ever going to stop growing either. You subtly eyed his chest as he stood beside you watching Bam with an adorable look on his face. Surely he as flexing or sticking out his chest on purpose?

“He’s not that big. Maybe you’re just small..” He dropped an arm around your shoulder pinching your cheek playfully. You stuck your tongue out in response to the comment, “The best things come in small packages!” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he processed that phrase, he held his tongue before he made a comment in return. Best things indeed…

“Alright, let’s figure out who’s staying where! Y/N since you’re the guest of honor you can choose your room first. Both of those houses are where the rooms are located, so go ahead and pick one and we’ll bring your luggage.” Namjoon motioned towards the two houses.

You grabbed at your suitcase, “I can take it up to my room, it’s not a big deal. I think there’s enough to unpack without making one of you follow me around with my luggage.” Never one to inconvenience anyone, you made a move to head towards the houses only for Jungkook to block your path. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he glanced down at the suitcase and then back to your face. Snatching the bag before you could even form a protest, he simply hefted it up and over his shoulder without a single word.

Everyone behind you was laughing as they watched you stand there mouth agape as Jungkook headed up the hill, luggage in tow. “I don’t think you’re going to get away with saying no to JK.” Taehyung smiled at the youngest antics.

“Okay okay, fine! I surrender to your sexist need to carry my luggage!” You threw your hands in the air exasperated, running to catch up to Jungkook and his long ass legs.

“It’s not sexist, it’s just good manners. Do men in America not have manners anymore or something?” Jungkook frowned, studying you curiously as he came to a stop.

You’d never really thought about that before, but when had men stopped being polite to women in your eyes. Between the men only trying to get in your pants and the men who always let you down, you had somehow lost faith in men. Your mom always blamed it in feminism, saying we forced men to become these weak creatures who weren’t real men anymore.

“I… don’t know honestly, I guess I haven’t had very many good examples of men in my life,” You tried to remember the last time a man you had dated held open a door for you, or offered to carry something heavy. Maybe on the first date? Definitely not once you’d slept together.

Jungkook frowned at the thoughts crossing your head, determined now more than ever to change your view on men, well at least his memebers. He vowed to do everything possible to spoil you now that they had found you, and hopefully you would have you by their sides forever.

Everyone settled into their rooms and was unloading their luggage, you had chosen a room on the second floor with a great view of the entire property. You could hear Bam bouncing around in the room below you. You may or may not have chosen this room because you hoped just maybe you could coax him into sleeping with you, you missed your own animals back home.

Jimin had taken great pleasure in knowing you were sleeping in the same room he had chosen during the filming of the show. Which of course he had made a comment about, how you were sleeping in the same bed as him.

You slammed the door in his face before he could see the furious blush on your face. You knew he was the king of flirting, you were just somehow never prepared when that flirting was directed at you.

You fell back onto the bed with a sigh, lifting your phone above your head as you eyed the zero bars. Of course you would have no service way out in the middle of nowhere like this, you weren’t sure why you expected anything differently.

You really needed to get a new phone soon, you had brought yours from America in hopes of using it at least until you were able to get something here. In the meantime you had to refrain from calling and texting as much as possible, not wanting to drive your cell phone bill up with international fees.

Surely this place had WiFi? You could connect to the internet and then at least your phone wouldn’t be completely worthless. You could at least still receive calls and texts, if not send them out as often. You quickly sent a text off to Jungkook asking what the WiFi was.

Jungkook suddenly appeared in your peripheral scaring the shit out of you. How had he gotten up the stairs so damn quickly without you hearing him, “Jungkook! Shit! Make a noise or something would ya, scared me to death!” You squealed, sitting up on your bed as he shot you a disarming smile. “You need to wear a bell…”

“Sorry, I thought I’d just bring the wifi information upstairs.” He scratched at the back of his head sheepishly, showing you the slip of paper with the name and password on it.

“Thank you,” You took the paper flashing him a smile in thanks. Jungkook collapsed in a chair in the corner, rubbing Bams head affectionally who had followed him. Suddenly a string of chimes rang out from your phone, your eyes widening as you stared at the screen in silence.

“Whoa, someone’s really been trying to get ahold of you!” He stood to make his way over, curious to see just who was blowing up your phone.

You panicked, cradling the phone to your chest to hide the messages, “Yah, Its just--uh Mel... probably wondering why I wasn’t responding, she’s never been very patient. I should probably answer her!” You flinched at the strain lacing your voice, hoping that you didn’t come off as nervous as you suddenly felt; fear coursing through your body.

Jungkook froze in his steps eyeing you quizzically, “Oh.. yah. I’m sure she’s worried about you.” He studied you a moment longer, not liking how pale your face had become. He didn’t want to overreact though, maybe it was something embarrassing you hadn’t wanted him to see? “I guess I’ll leave you to it?” He moved to leave, hesitating only a moment as he eyed you over his shoulder scanning your phone with a odd look on your face.

“I’ll be down soon.” You forced a smile on your face as he left, locking the door after him. Collapsing on the bed you read through the messages that flooded your screen.

Die bitch!!

How dare you come to Korea! Stay away from BTS!

They would never like an ugly bitch like you!

The messages just got worse the further down your screen you read as you fought back the tears swimming in your eyes. You knew things would get messy when you got involved with BTS, you knew the risk you were taking from the moment you found out they were your Soul Flames. You told yourself this over and over again, tried to remind yourself before you left for Korea what you were potentially walking into. But to this extent? When all they knew is you were in Seoul? You can’t even imagine what would happen when they found out your involvement with BTS.

After you had finally deleted the last of the disgusting messages from your phone you tossed it aside.

They were just idle threats from crazy fans, right?

Nothing was going to happen as long as you were under their protection. You’d heard many times of fans getting ahold of members numbers, so this was something you should have come to expect I guess. Good thing you were going to be getting a new phone here soon, a new number and a new start.

Taehyung had been the one to finally drag you from your room; you had succumbed to sleep once you’d settled in your room, since you’d left so early in the morning and you were not a morning person.

Now that you were sufficiently stuffed from the meal the boys prepared, the boys being Jungkook, Jimin and Tae of course. Namjoon was banned from the kitchen for obvious reasons. You watched fondly as Tae and Jungkook sang along to some unfamiliar song on the karaoke machine. Namjoon was absent, having secluded himself upstairs in the library to get some peaceful reading in. Not that it was very peaceful with Jungkook and Taehyung belting out at the top of their lungs, but he was probably so used to it by now.

Jimin had chosen to sit unbearably close to you, regardless of all the open seats available. You tried your best to ignore the way his thigh was pressed up against yours, instead focusing on the boys antics as they tried to one up each other.

The weight of Jimins head hitting your lap startled you. He whined playfully, making grabby hands in your direction. “W-What?” you stammered nervously, unsure exactly what he was up to now. It always amazed you how he could drive women crazy one second with his sexual persona and then turn them into simpering babies the next with his mischievous ways.

“Rub my head... please?” He replied brazenly, biting his lower lip in that signature look as his gaze zeroed in your movements as he felt you squirm under his scrutiny.

“Stop looking at me like that!” You whispered vehemently, tugging on his locks in retaliation.

“Like what? I’m not doing anything...” He flashed you a bright smile, his eyes almost disappearing into two little crescent shapes. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. Even if he hadn’t been able to feel your arousal, the flush to your cheeks was evident enough.

You quickly brought your attention back to the boys singing, your fingers nervously lacing through his fluffy hair. It was just as unbelievably soft as you had dreamt, you could run your fingers through it all day... your own personal stress reliever. No wonder he was always playing with his hair, you would too if this was how yours felt. All at once you could picture your hands, pulling on those locks as he thrust deeply--

You stood abruptly, depositing Jimin on the floor. To which he let out a huff of breathe to show his annoyance, rolling his eyes before moving to sit back on the couch. There was only so many times he was going to let you brush him off and he was quickly approaching his threshold, he didn’t have much patience to begin with when he decided he wanted something.

Taehyung grabbed your hands pulling you flush against his body as a soft melody started playing from the karaoke machine.

“Dance with me!” He spun you around gently, a boxy smile plastered on his face as you clumsily tried to keep up with his dizzying dance steps. You both giggled like little children as you let him lead you about the living room.

Just when you were starting to get dizzy from all the spinning Jungkook pulled you from Tae’s arms, positioning you in front of the tv screen. His body enveloping you from behind, molding your back to his front. His sweet voice tickled your ears as he sang for you, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. All the attention from these boys was starting to get to you as you felt your body heat up in a pleasant way.

All the while Jimin watched you from his seat on the couch, where he had climbed back up after being so swiftly tossed on the floor. A pout marring his face as he narrowed his eyes at the younger pair having ruined his moment with you. He willed you to look back at him so he could convey his displeasure but your eyes stayed glued to the screen as he watched you turn best red under Jungkooks spell.

You swallowed nervously, feeling the heat prickle your skin as you tried not to focus on the way Jungkooks fingers trailed teasingly up and down your arm as he sang. He probably wasn’t even aware he was doing it, you thought. You gasped as he nipped at your lobe playfully, breaking free from his arms.

“I’m gonna get some air!” You declared, making your way outside as fast as humanly possible as you willed your heart to stop racing.

You sat outside at the pools edge, dangling your feet in the cool water below. Though it was obviously even hotter outside, this kind of heat didn’t bother you nearly as much as the heat that radiated through your body when you were in close proximity of your soul flames.

A stream of cold water hit the back of your head making you jump, turning to find the source. There stood Jimin armed with a water gun, a playful smirk gracing his face. He took off in a fit of giggles as you gave chase, jumping away from the pool and grabbing the nearest gun. “Jimin! You’re gonna pay for that!”

You chased Jimin across the expansive yard, getting some choice shots in here and there, one particularly good one landing right on that deliciously taunt behind of his. But he was soon out of reach of your gun, years of dance giving him an advantage as he rounded the basketball court. You hatched a devious plan in your head, stopping alongside the court as you laid down pretending like you fell, “Ouch!!” You shouted, reaching for your foot as you lay wounded on the ground.

Jimin immediately froze, running back to you in concern, “What happened?! Are you okay? Where does it hurt?” He reached for your ‘injured’ foot just as you took aim and shot him square in the face in retaliation. He stared aghast as you stood up to show him you were totally fine, a cocky grin on your face, “Gotcha!” You laughed, dancing around him in a victory dance.

You suddenly found yourself pressed back to the hard ground, your gun wrenched from your hand and flung across the grass. Jimins body covered yours, the plastic barrel of his water gun pressed to your head. “Clever girl… too bad you let your guard down too soon. Surrender!”

You held your hands up, “I give! I give! You win Jimin!” He smiled triumphantly, his gaze wandering down to your lips before moving back to your eyes. “What do I win? Hmm?” He quietly trailed the gun from your temple across your lips and down your neck, tapping it against your chest in playful manor.

“The pleasure of me not murdering you for ruining my quiet moment by the pool?” You mused, ignoring the not so subtle way he was eyeing your mouth.

He hummed in contemplation, his free hand sliding to the small of your back pulling you ever closer until your bodies were pressed against each other intimately, his knee wedged between your legs to keep them apart. “Well that's not a very good prize, try again.”

You could barely form a logical thought at that point, his breathe fanning against your lips driving you crazy as you laid frozen beneath his perusal. Your traitorous body responded for you as your back arched pressing ever closer to his warmth. “Jimin..” you whispered, fingers splayed across his chest as you felt yourself fall under the spell of his seductive gaze.

“Yes baby?” He cocked his head fondly, fingers digging into your hips as he held himself back, waiting patiently.

You swallowed nervously, chewing on your lower lip as you remembered the way his lips had felt against yours, your mind and body at war with each other. “What do you want?”

He smiled at your sudden shyness, “A kiss?” He replied, his gun abandoned as he swept his thumb along your lower lip awaiting your reply. You didn’t even realize the power you held over them already, one word from you and he would go to the ends of the earth, do anything you wished.

“I guess that's okay...” you smiled, trying to hide your nervousness. This was different from your previous kiss, you hadn’t known what was coming when he kissed you the first time. Now laying here waiting for him to kiss you was pure torture. Time ticked by, seconds feeling like hours as you followed the movement of his tongue across his lips, wetting your own in anticipation, “Jimi--”

His lips crushed yours in a desperate kiss, insistently prying your mouth open so he could taste you. His palms cradled your face as he angled your face to his liking, nipping playfully at your bottom lip.

“Jimin” You whispered against his lips, his name barely auditable amongst your shared breathe as you pushed against his chest to get his attention. Both of you staring wordlessly at each other while you caught your breathe.

“I’m scared..” The words finally spilled out, “The bond, I’m just not ready yet… I need more time.” You tried to explain to lighten the hurt you saw reflected on his face. “I really like all of you… so much… I’m just not ready for the bond yet. I need more time, I think mayb—“

Jimin pressed a finger to your lips silencing your protests, “Its okay, I understand. I would never force you to do something you don’t want to do, so lets just take it slow, alright?” He smiled, lips ghosting over yours as he leant down to press a lingering kiss to your lips once more.

“Can I have a small taste?” He whispered, running his tongue along the seam of your lips before leaning back to shoot you a sinful smirk. “I won’t go any further than that, please…” He leant back to gauge your reaction, taking note of your heated face with a pleased smile. “Y/N? Baby… you need to answer me.” His voice held a note of teasing.

Staring up into Jimin’s handsome face you were suddenly extremely nervous. You weren’t sure if you could ever live up to any expectations he might have. He was a world famous celebrity, you were just some regular old girl from America. Surely he had been with all kinds of beautiful models and celebrities... you could never live up to that. What if he took one look at you and decided he didn’t want to be your Soul Flame anymore, decided you weren’t worth it after all.

Jimin abruptly pulled you from your thoughts, pinning your hands up above your head. His eyes narrowed as he spoke, “Y/N, stop it. None of us would ever! You are absolutely beautiful, and I’m proud your my Soul Flame. Let me show you, how much I absolutely adore every inch of you.. let me love you.” His face softened as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, releasing your hands to cradle your face in his as he peppered your face with kisses playfully.

You giggled trying to turn away as he nipped at your nose, “Okay! Okay! Promise you won’t be disappointed? I’m not exactly that experienced..” You thought back to your previous boyfriends, they’d usually been so caught up in finishing themselves they never really cared about your pleasure. The few times they had gone down on you it just felt, awkward and messy... you never understood how women could get pleasure from such a thing.

He threw his head back in laughter, “Baby... you don’t have to worry about that.” He then swept you up into his arms, intent on carrying you to the house.

“Where are we going?” You exclaimed, clinging to him afraid he might drop you at any moment.Your brain had a hard time processing such a slender body as Jimin’s was able to carry you so easily.

“Unless you feel like putting on a show for the rest of the guys… I’m taking us to your room.” He sauntered cockily into the house, taking two steps at a time until he finally made it to your bedroom. “I mean, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind, but I thought that might be a too much too soon for you baby girl.” He chuckled, dropping you unceremoniously on the bed.

You clutched the sheets below, your mind raced at the idea of the other members being present. You body betrayed you, instantly heating at the thought as you could feel your panties becoming wet at the sheer idea. How would they react to seeing you and Jimin together?

“Hmmm… you don’t seem opposed to the idea.” His smile grew as he felt your thoughts, “Noted.”

“What, I didn’t—… no, I wasn’t thinking of—… Jimin!” You sputtered, trying to regain some control over your thoughts. “Dammit, this really isn’t fair! Stop listening to my thoughts.” You pouted, sitting upright on the bed to show your annoyance at him constantly intruding.

He held his hands up in surrender, “Hey I can’t help it! You are more than welcome to read my thoughts anytime you want… once you bond with me that is.” He countered, knowing full well you weren’t ready so there was nothing you could do.

“For now, just think of me... and only me.” His sinful voice warmed your body as he climbed on the bed atop of you, forcing you further up until your head hit the headboard. His lips met yours passionately, letting the weight of his body press you into the mattress below.

Suddenly all your thoughts were indeed focused on Jimin, lacing your fingers through his hair to keep his mouth against yours. He ravaged your mouth exquisitely, controlling the kiss with a kind of ease only someone as skilled as him you imagined could. You wouldn’t mind kissing him for the rest of your life, this is it, you thought, you could die right now, right here and be totally happy. Just wrapped up in Jimin’s arms as he kissed you into oblivion.

His hands moved down your sides, skimming over your stomach and down to grab your ass as he ground himself into you so you could feel the large bulge he already sported, leaving no doubt as to how he felt in that moment.

You let out a quiet moan against his mouth without meaning to, he quickly responded with one of his own as he left the sweetness of your mouth to trail soft kisses along your neck. He stopped, the sudden urge to mark you for everyone to see overtaking him. He licked at a strip of skin beneath your ear, biting down swiftly before taking the skin into his mouth and sucking gently.

You jumped at the sudden sensation, fingers digging into his scalp as you felt a tingle shoot straight to your core causing your nipples to pebble. As fast it came it was gone though as he pulled back to observe his artwork with a pleased smile, “Mine.” He growled, touching the blotch of purple marring your skin.

He moved down your body then, hiking up your shirt to kiss every inch of skin displayed. You found yourself squirming beneath his touch, every press of his lips driving your crazy. It felt like your whole body was on fire, but something was still missing. “Jiminie...” You whined, unsure of what you were trying to voice but hoping he would be able to sate this fire he started.

“Shh.. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered against your stomach, reaching up to undo your shorts as he slowly peeled them down your legs and out of the way.

He bit his lip at the sight of the large wet spot forming on your underwear, cursing under his breathe as he cupped your heat. “So wet for me already? I’ve barely touched you.”

You covered your face in embarrassment, barely resisting the urge to ground yourself against his hand. Jimin had the ability to make you wet simply by staring at you, it was no wonder you were already so wet with the attention he was giving you. You were pretty sure you’ve been in a permanent state of arousal since your car ride here.

He chuckled, reaching up to pull your hands away from your face, “No hiding. I want to see your face when I taste you...” He ever so slowly began peeling your underwear down your legs, groaning at the sight of your arousal sticking to the fabric. “Shit, baby... your killing me. I wanna go slow, I really do but...” He trailed his middle finger down your slit collecting your arousal, “Your so fucking wet.”

He used your slick to rub circles on your clit, eliciting a moan from your lips as you arched against his ministrations. You’d never felt so turned on before, with just a single touch he was already driving you crazy and you couldn’t explain it.

“Does that feel good baby?” He craved your praise, needed to hear it from your lips. “Tell me how you feel...” He whispered, leaning down to take your clit into his mouth he began sucking lightly as his hands gripped your thighs to pry your legs further apart for him to lay between them.

You moaned loudly, “Jimin! Oh my god.. that feels amazing! Don’t stop!” You couldn’t believe the words escaping your mouth, you had never been one for dirty talk and yet here you were, egging him on.

Suddenly he was attacking you with gusto at your praise, his tongue sliding between your folds thrusting into your aching core. His fingers digging into your flesh as he lapped at your arousal letting none go to waste, he groaned his approval the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through your body.

You suddenly felt a pressure build up in your stomach unlike anything you’d experienced before, your whole body tensing up as you fought whatever was happening.

Jimin’s hand moved from your thigh to your hand, fingers weaving through yours comfortingly. “Don’t fight it baby, just let it happen.” He gave one last lingering lick to your center before sucking your clit back into his mouth as he slowly pushed his middle finger into your pussy.

Your walls immediately squeezed his finger as he lapped at your clit, letting you become accustom to the feeling before sliding a second finger inside. Once he felt you loosen he angled his fingers, pressing down against that rough spot with with ease.

You squirmed, trying in vain to squeeze your legs shut against the sensation, “Shit! Jimin!!” Swiftly covering your mouth in embarrassment at your outburst, Jimin however just giggled in response obviously happy at your comment.

He began thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that rough patch with each motion as his tongue licked along your lips before coming back to flick at your clit. Your hips naturally started rocking against his face and hands, squeezing his fingers deep inside you.

Everything he was doing was feeling unbelievably amazing, the pressure you had felt before was slowly spiraling, a pleasant tingling sensation causing your toes to curl.

All at once his pace increased, applying even more pressure than before with each thrust. Your back arched off the bed as you felt the pressure build up inside of you like nothing before, “Jimin!” You screamed his name, suddenly unsure.

“Let go baby..” He nipped at your clit taking it into his mouth sucking deeply just as his fingers curled applying deep pressure to your g spot.

Then all at once that damn was breaking causing you to scream out his name in pleasure. A rush of arousal gushed from your core coating his face as he lapped at the liquid with a growl of approval. Your whole body tingled as you went tense, light tremors causing your arms and legs to tremble occasionally.

Once you finally came back down it was to Jimin’s soft kitten licks at your clit, you inched back from the overstimulation only to realize his fingers were still softly thrusting inside of you as well. You whimpered, pushing at his head between your legs, “Jiminie...”

He sucked gently once more on your clit, never stopping his fingers movements, “You can do one more for me, can’t you baby girl?” His hot breathe fanned your arousal once again as you slowly felt the overstimulation give way to pleasure once more.

“I don’t know... I’ve never done that before...” You moaned quietly, to which he moaned in return, taking great pleasure in knowing he was the first to make you squirt like that. Ever so slowly he slid a third finger inside of you, curling them again just right to rub at that patch inside you that gave you so much pleasure.

“I can feel it... right here, its still full.” He smirked, applying the slightest pressure against your g spot where he could feel more fluid just waiting to come out. You moaned in reply, thrusting up against his palm as he ground it down into your clit.

He had his response then, all at once his fingers moved again at lightening speed pressing harder and harder against your g spot with each thrust. He moved from between your legs, never stopping his pace he kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

“Does it feel good? Are you gonna cum again Y/N?” He egged you on, grinding your clit against his palm as his other hand moved to cup your breast over your shirt, altering between squeezing and tweaking your nipple through the rough fabric of your bra.

He whimpered as you noticed he’d begun thrusting his hard bulge against your side. You brazenly reached down to help him relieve some of the pressure, grabbing his dick through his shorts. You were shocked to find your fingers could barely wrap around it, he was a lot bigger than you would have ever guessed.

He groaned, encouraging you as he thrust into your hand that was sliding up and down his length, “Fuck, Y/N.. faster.” You started moving faster at his request as he increased the speed of his fingers to mimic you. You both raced towards your release quickly. This being your second you hadn’t expected it to crash into you even harder than the first one, you screamed, your body going taunt at the rivets of cum escaped your body seemed never ending, soaking his body and your sheets below.

Jimin collapsed against you, allowing his full weight to rest against your side as he tried to catch his breathe. He has never cum that hard before in his life, and he hadn't even been inside you. He could only imagine the pleasure it would bring to finally complete this bond.

You lay like that for a while trying to to catch your breathe. Once Jimin recovered he quickly made his way to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth. You winced slightly when he made a move to clean you up, “Sorry, I hope I wasn’t too rough on you.” He whispered, trying to be as careful as possible.

You giggled, feeling suddenly shy, “I’m alright... that was amazing actually, I’ve never.. well, you know..” You motioned towards the sheets which would obviously have to be washed, “Done that before.”

You felt your face heat up at the comment. Squirt Y/N, just say it... he had made you squirt. Something you had thought was like the unicorn of sex so to speak. Something you thought honestly was entirely made up by to fuel porn movies.

Jimin smiled proudly, grabbing a blanket from the closet to cover you up as he snuggled beside you in bed. “Well, I’m afraid this comforter is done for.”

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Two Different Worlds (Jasper Hale Fanfic)

A/N: Hey guys it has been FOREVER since I wrote fanfic and I completely forgot my old Tumblr stories, but I am back at it fellas, please feel free to give any feedback just please be respectful. Also I prefer writing using my OCs instead of using y/n stuff)

Word Count: 2,022

The gentle drumming of raindrops melodically dropping onto the windshield lulled me into a peaceful half-sleep in the back of my father's police cruiser. I was vaguely aware of the light conversation between my father Charlie and my younger sister Bella.

The awkwardness between those two was palpable in the air, for two people who hardly got along they truly were unbelievably alike. I let their uncomfortable discussion pass me by and focused on the other issues that were running rampant around my mind. The first was the fact that I was halfway through my senior year, and now I had to transfer to a new school. Well, I didn't have to per se, but considering I was still freshly 18 and the only job I held back in Arizona was a retail warehouse job that paid 7.15 an hour-- and I still had to buy my own car and pay for my own college-- I wasn't exactly in a situation to move out on my own back in my sunny home of Pheonix Arizona.

Not that I hated Forks, it was definitely a quaint little town that held a certain charm to it. Truthfully, I don't quite understand my mother Renee's and Bella's pure hatred for this place was, but to each, there own I suppose. I was just disappointed to leave Arizona, so close to graduation, my two friends Liv and Abbi, and my now ex-boyfriend Mark, had to stay back in Arizona.

A throb of pain ripped through my chest and tangled itself around my heart when I thought about Mark, more guilt than grief. We had only been dating casually-- more so for the fun of it than due to any real feelings we had shared-- or so I thought. When I had ended things with him a week before my departure, He revealed he harbored much stronger feelings than I knew. Our breakup was still amicable however, in the end, he agreed long distance was not meant for us-- well more so, me.

I had also promised to call him, Liv, and Abbi, as much as possible and Skype at least twice a week. The guilt-ridden thorns pressing into my heart tightened a bit as I remembered his hopeful expression when I left, Liv later informed me that he was harboring hope that he'd be able to convince me to try long distance with him once I was settled in. It wasn't out of the question I supposed, but I never saw our little 4-month fling lasting longer than the end of senior year-- but who knows where life will take me--

"Cali"

I hope I can at least make some new friends here, even if they only last a short time.

"Cali wake up, Sweetie."

Scratch that-- I hope my sister can make some friends. She's always alone. We lived in Arizona for years and she never made any real friends, that's not healthy. I hope--

"Calliope Swan!"

My father urged, shaking my shoulder gently. My eyes snapped open, my body jerking forward as I took in my surroundings. My father had parked his beat-up cruiser in the driveway of my second home. A sense of nostalgia washed over me unexpectedly, I had very few memories of my time living here but some microscopic part of my brain still recognized this home as my childhood home; I did spend the first 2 years of my life calling this two-story rundown house as my home.

"Sorry," I sighed groggily, "I didn't realize I had fallen asleep."

"It's alright." My dad smiled, his endearing awkward smile, "I already brought in your bags, so why don't you go make yourself at home."

"Aye Aye Captian." I joked, mock-saluting him before I climbed out of the back seat, grabbing my over-stuffed backpack and messenger bag. Charlie showed me up to my room-- completely unnecessary considering I've spent two weeks of my summers and all of my spring breaks here for the past 16 years-- and I had spent the first 2 years of my life living here.

My room was just as I had left it last summer, with the same sage-green walls and dark oak floors. My stormy grey curtains were slid open, the sun illuminating the room to the best of its abilities despite the gloomy weather outside. My full-sized mattress draped in a deep blue cover and covered with small stuffed animals I had collected over the years was shoved into the far left corner in front of one of the two windows. At the foot of my bed was my old wooden storage chest, the small metal latch holding down the lid was the only thing holding back the absurd amount of clutter I knew it contained-- all those distant memories.

The rest of my room was pretty simple but cluttered. A bedside table was tucked next to my bed, and a llama-shaped lamp sat on it with photos and books stacked upon it. On the opposing side of the room was my comfortable but old faded emerald green plush chair, and a matching ottoman. My dresser was overflowing with clothing and I cringed at the idea of having to go through all of them to make space for the new clothing I had brought. The mirror attached to the dresser has polaroids of me and all my friends, from both Forks and Arizona. Directly next to the door was my hooded desk, again more random items, and my ancient computer decorated it. In the final corner was my sauder wooden shelves, stocked full of all my worn-out second-hand books.

I breathed in the sweet-- slightly dewy scent of my room and let out a relaxed sigh. This won't be so bad, this is just as much of my home as Arizona was.

Taking note of my plethora of bags stacked in the corner next to the bookshelves I decided I should probably thank Dad for taking them upstairs for me, There really was a lot of them. However, when I turned around I saw my dad's back as he made his way down the hallways toward Bella's room

Oh well, I'll tell him later.

The rest of the day passed by swiftly and without much incident, other than a very swift visit from the Black family where Charlie had very graciously bought my younger sister her first car. Then, very sheepishly informed me that he'd go 50-50 with me on a used car-- that definitely stung a bit but I could understand. Bella was not the fondest of our dad and it was an obvious way of trying to get her to warm up to living in Forks, and to his credit, it did work. She was practically bouncing with excitement when she explored her new car, little Jacob Black following her around like a puppy while she did.

Jacob Black was adorable and sweet, he'd make a good friend for Bella. She would just have to open up to him, he's a few years younger so she used to gravitate toward his older sisters Rachel and Rebecca although they've both moved away from Washington. Last I heard Rachel was away at college and Rebecca was married to a Samoan Surfer. So Bella would have to make new friends, and the twin's nerdy little brother looked like he would do; he certainly seemed eager enough to befriend her.

Other than that though, the day was mainly uneventful. Charlie ordered some celebratory pizza and wings from a local joint, I made some idle chit-chat with Charlie as we ate, but Bella mainly stayed quiet; Stewing in her self-pity a little more than I would've liked.

I helped Charlie pack up the leftovers for his lunch at work tomorrow, making a suggestive comment that perhaps he should consider eating a more healthy lunch, which was quickly shot down by him.

"I'm as healthy as a horse, Cali. I wouldn't be sheriff if I weren't."

"Okay, Okay, Whatever you say Pops. Just don't want to have to rush you to the ER one day due to a heart attack. I get enough ER time because of Bella."

This elicited a small chuckle from him, "That girl sure is a magnet for trouble isn't she?"

"I don't know where she got the clutz gene from, but I think we single-handedly kept the Pheonix ER in business. It was just a month ago we had to take her in 'cause she burned the crap out of her arm on a tea kettle." I laughed, remembering the look of horror in her eyes when the doctor had to inform her that she needed to keep her arm bandaged up for the next week-- and in that AZ heat that would get rather sweaty and uncomfortable quick.

When I noticed Charlie had gone silent while washing up a few dishes, I looked over at him. His face was pinched up in deep thought and from what I could tell concern. "Hey, you good dad?"

"Huh?" He looked over to me and met my gaze, looking a tad embarrassed he had been caught zoning out, he dried off the last dish in his hand and looked over to me seriously, "Can I ask you a serious question, Cali?" He asked, taking on the voice of a worried father.

"Ya, go ahead."

"Do you think..." He paused and thought for a moment, sorting out whatever thoughts were running around his mind. "I know, me and you are very different people. Everyone always says me and Bella are a lot alike but... I know you. I know you're gonna be okay here even if it wasn't necessarily what you wanted."

I opened my mouth to object, I didn't not want to move to Forks. I just was hesitant due to almost being ready to go off to college. He continued on before I had the chance to interrupt though.

"But Bella, she's so quiet, and I can tell she doesn't want to be here. I hate seeing her so upset... I know I'm not the most fun person to be around and I'm going to try and change that but do you think you could look after her? Let me know how I'm doing... If she is happy? Make sure she's doing okay at school and stuff."

"Of course, Dad. I'll keep an eye out for her." I smiled cautiously. This was the first time in a long time I had seen him this worried; the last time was when I came out to visit one year, and it was the first year Bella had decided not to come to Forks to see him. He talked to me back then, asking if Bella was okay and if he had done something wrong. My heart throbbed when I imagined what it must be like for him, loving a daughter so much and feeling so hopeless; as if nothing he would ever do would be the right thing to do.

"Thank you." He said with a timid smile, we both continued to clean up the kitchen in relative silence. I suspected he was doing a bit more cleaning than he would typically do on account of me and Bella being here-- although Bella had already excused herself up to her room.

Once the Kitchen was practically spotless, I took it as my turn to excuse myself into my bedroom. I finished what I could by unpacking my room, opting to leave all my bathroom supplies in a small basket on my dresser, instead of taking up the limited bathroom space. My new books were put away on my shelf, my make-up on the desk next to my small popup mirror. My shoes were lined up on the wall beside my door. The only thing left to do was go through my clothes and that was a challenge to tackle another day.

As I lay in my bed, listening to the gentle sounds of rain hitting the rooftop, I tried to envision what this new chapter in my life would hold for me; however brief it may be.

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‘Jealousy’

Dr Strange x fem! reader!

I LOVE THIS ONE but its super long <3

SMUT 18+

‘’Where the fuck is it?’’ You groaned into the air surrounding your room, the reality of your diary going missing hitting you like a speeding truck at a red light. You weren't even out of your dress yet.

Your mind was running rampant with the sly idea of someone in the Compound taking it and scanning over your inner most thoughts dwelling in the deep dark lagoonless cave of your mind. You left it at the Compound a few weeks ago but you specifically remembered bringing it home to your apartment. But there was no sign of it anywhere. As you toppled over your cabinets and drawers, you attempted to soothe your nerves with the idea that you had just misplaced it somewhere around here and it made you look at the clock. It was 1:43 am. You had been rummaging around for two hours. Life was starting to blur into something pointless. You accepted your fate with a sigh, the fact that you couldn't journal tonight made you uneasy. You just had so much to say, tonight was so... eventful.

—

Believe it or not, you were actually excited for this night. Stark always threw the most extravagant of parties and now you were regretting it all. Shame and embarrassment was brewing on your face, the red flushing against your cheeks illiciting a cold sweat appear upon your brow.

Everyone was gathering and conversing aand it only added to your nerves. Stephen Strange had absolutely nothing to do with it. At all. Your toes curled into your heels as you glanced at Stephen, it was impossible not to rip your eyes away from him as he was literally standing across from you. He was intensely handsome and was oozing with sex appeal.

However, you couldn't really look at him the same as you accidentally overheard something that you shouldn't have. It was Stephen on the phone- on the phone with a woman. He had scurried away from the party as if no one would ever notice if he was gone- you always noticed.

‘’I just want to see you right now, but I can't. I'm stuck at am Stark party.’’ He huffed against his phone. You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at his disheartening response. Stephen wanted to leave? Leave you? You heard the woman giggle across the line and it made a certain sort of jealousy bubble inside of your gut. You couldn't hear what she said in response though.

‘’You gonna fuck yourself and pretend it's me?’’ Stephen rasped huskily against the phone and it made you scramble to stop listening and go back downstairs. You were blushing like a flustered idiot; you hated admitting that you were jealous of whatever young, bouncy, brainless woman he was fucking next- you were everything that they didn't have.

As you made your way down the hall, carrying your blush with you, your body was met with Sam's broad torso and your nerves were anything but pacified- this was it, you were caught in the act.

‘’Y/N? What are you doing up here?’’ Sam questioned.

‘’Oh, nothing...Just went to the bathroom.’’ You gave him a sweet, awkward smile hoping he wouldn't interrogate you and would let you off the hook instead.

‘’Oh, so you weren't chasing Strange down?’’ It was obvious he saw right through you and your instant psyche mechanism was to be defensive.

‘’What? Hell no. I just needed a piss Sam. Are you seriously questioning my piss right now?’’ You laughed condescendingly.

‘’No I'm questioning how much 'you want Stephen to defile you' but I don't know I think I might just be pulling that out of my ass.’’ Sam chuckled at you knowingly as he took his laugh with him as he walkedaway from you. What the fuck? He knew your secret. Fuck this.

‘’What?’’

‘’I'm actually kind of jealous of him, the guy gets so much pussy. I wonder how he does it.’’ His voice trailed off as he finally left your view.

He just had to rub salt into the wound

What made you worry was you remember writing something extremely similar in your diary about Stephen defiling you. Wait. Has Sam read your diary?

No. Impossible. No one has seen your diary, no one has read your dirty and dark desires which mostly included Stephen. You were just reading into things and being paranoid.

No one knows anything. Everything is fine.

—

Your paranoia was poisoning you. You couldn't find it anywhere and now all your thoughts were on Stephen. Just him and your impossible jealousy for the women that have had the luxury of being bedded by him. You still haven't made it out of your dress and it was making you increasingly uncomfortable.

You grovelled to your bathroom to get ready for bed and put this ugly night behind you. You winced at the sight of yourself in the mirror. You thought your mind was playing a sick trick on you when you felt a shadow to the right of you, you glanced up again into the reflection and jumped when you saw Stephen behind you; stood with a crooked smile on his face. You jumped and gasped as you registered the fact that he was here.

He was right here. In your house. In your fucking bathroom. You whipped yourself around to fully face him, you regained your usual cynical defensive composure.

‘’You're so...jumpy.’’He remarked and it made you all the more self conscious. He was still in his tux.

‘’What's your issue? What are you doing here?’’ You responded, too tired by your jealousy.

‘’What, so I can't see you?’’

‘’I just don't appreciate you portalling into my shitter.’’ You smiled sarcastically. ‘’And besides, don't you have another bimbo you need to fuck?’’ You walked out of the bathroom and Stephen couldn't help but follow you like a lost puppy.

‘’No I've actually spent most of my nights reading this.’’ You turned around and you observed that he was holding up your fucking diary.

Your whole world was tipping on its side.

‘’Sam stole it for me. He was also on the phone with me tonight as one of my said ‘bimbos.’’’ He explained with a stupid cocky smirk on his face. It was a fucking ploy?

‘’What are you guys, 12!? Give it back now!’’ You tumbled your way to him and tried prying it from his skilled marred hands, but he was edging it away from you as a means of torturing you. As if you needed any more of that. Stephen thought you were adorable.

‘’Relax, you're fine.’’ He said way too casually as if he hasn't read your innermost thoughts.

‘’You know what, I give up. Fuck it and fuck you.’’ You raised your hands up as a means of surrender, your seething tongue piercing through the shame and embarrassment. You sat yourself at the edge of your bed and crossed your arms and legs in a huff, your whole body was tense.

‘’I want Stephen to fuck and ruin me into a different dimension, I don't like wanting someone this bad but he just makes me lose my mind. I hate him though, hate the way all he notices are one trick fucks. I think that's my favourite.’’ He bit his lip and stared right at you reading it and you have never felt so seen, his gaze darked with every utterance.

Stephen had been obsessing over you for a while now, it didn't take him long to understand how jealous you get. Quite frankly it was all thanks to Sam doing the morally devious thing of stealing your diary. But Stephen couldn't help himself, he wanted you to make the first move so that he knew fully that you wanted him back. Stephen was rarely ever nervous when it came to women but you. God, you were his dream. All those other women were to fill the void of you, he pretended that it was you he was fucking but it was all just in his head. He saw you through all of them. You were becoming difficult to supress and extremely hard to read, he just had to make sure is all.

‘’You don't own the name Stephen. Maybe I was talking about another Stephen. Preferably a Stephen who doesn't fuck half the women he sees.’’ Your smile was venomous, you rolled your eyes at him as he made his way over to you.

‘’You are really specific in what you want, aren't you?’ He stared down at you and you felt very challenged under his gaze. You were entirely pissed off. His ego was soaring.

'’And I think you're compensating for something.'’ Your eyes darted to his dick and that made his face harden.

‘’Why is it always you that has to be in denial?’’ It wasn't really a question or a statement and it made confusion plague your features.

Stephen leaned down and pressed his lips to yours as he softly cradled your chin. The action made you shake at the sheer reality of it all, as he pulled himself away to make sure all of this was okay, he gazed into your stunning eyes and found that they were wild and brazen, and also quite surprised. He didn't understand why, he thought he made it excessively clear. The only way to tease it out of you was to make you jealous.

‘’Do it again.’’ You breathed against his lips sensually and he did exactly what you said. Stephen kissed you again, but you were against his lips harder. Opening your mouth to allow his tongue to taste at you, Stephen thought you were immensely sweet. You pulled him in by his tie to get his body heat closer to yours.

You yanked him as you layed down on the bed so he could position himself ontop of you. He shook his blazer off as your hands tugged at his hair. Beautiful bastard. Your mouths were glued together, the scratch of his beard only added to the sensation. You moaned as your tongues intertwined and were perpetually locked in an endless battle.

‘’May I?’’ He asked after ripping his lips away from yours, his fingers toyed with the straps of your dress. Stephen's politeness was another form of torture for you: you just wanted him to destroy you.

‘’Get me naked Stephen. Please.’’ You whispered against his lips and he had never heard anything as erotic as that. His lips tugged into a seductive smile.

He peeled it off you instantly, skin bare and soft and eyes impossibly wide in anticipation. Your tits were drawing his attention first, he paused before he could sink his teeth into them.

Stephen just gawked at you, dumbfouded by the reality of how someone could be that effortlessly beautiful, smart and funny. It was driving him mad.

‘’What?’’ You giggled bashfully as you began undoing his buttons on his dress shirt before ultimately discarding of it on your bedroom floor.

‘’I know you want me to fuck and ruin you into another dimension but...’’ Stephen cut himself off as you began suckling and biting at his neck and ruffling his hair with your hands.

'I want to savour every bit of you, I don't care how long it takes.' Stephen confessed breathlessly and it made you halt in your tracks and blink up at him in his lust clouded eyes.

You guided his hands to toy with the thin string of your underwear and it made Stephen's eyes widen.

‘’Feel how much I want you, feel how wet I am for you. Take whatever you want from me, stretch it out for me. Please.’’ Your kiss was intoxicating and as honeyed as your voice. His fingers ripped away at your panties before he shimmied them down your legs and kicked his pants off.

‘’You're such a good girl. My good girl.’’ Stephen pushed his hard aching cock into you at such an impossible depth. You were so tight it was like you were vacuum sealed to his dick. The use of the pet name made you screw your eyes shut in pure pleasure.

As he began setting a slow yet deep rhythm, his fingers were playing with your already swollen clit. It was all so stimulating- his hands and teeth were taking turns on your tits and it made you throw your head back in pleasure. Your body melted into his perfectly as your back arched off the bed and into him.

‘’Mine. You're mine. Understand?’’ Stephen growled, his eyes locked onto yours as he was making such slow, deep and intimate love to you. Sex has never felt this personal and hot before and it was all his fault and doing.

"Yours.’’ You sighed as he kissed at your neck tenderly. He kept repeating his ministrations were becoming impossible to bear. You felt like you were about to explode.

You found your undoing at that. Being his? Fucking hell. You came hard onto him as his fingers intertwined with your and he held them firmly. Eyes gazing desperately into eyes, he let himself lose it at how you bore your entire soul through them.

That silence when he was just holding you was his favourite part. Stephen finally felt the warmth of you in his arms, tracing little shapes on the soft suppleness of your skin.

Everything just felt so personal tonight, you let him in and he wanted to stay there until he had nothing left to lose but you.

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wait now that i’m re-reading its hella short fml

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remapped-soul · 1 year

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If you're still taking prompts, Charlos + "jetlag"!

oh sweet anon, i am so sorry this took so long (in my defence...rosquez). here i am with the promised charlos (with a twist to it). i hope you like it <3 my dms are always open for prompts.

Don't make a deal with the devil if you can't handle the heat. His Abu used to tell him this and more when he was still young and naive, hands clutching to her skirts as she knitted by the fire, tales of devils and saints always on the tip of her tongue.

"Throw salt over your shoulder," she'd say. "Never stop at a crossroads. Never ask for absolution there."

At 27, Carlos is not young anymore. His Abu still calls him naive. He always loved summer best. If he's dealt a one-way ticket to hell, there are worse ways to go. At least, Charles will wait for him upon arrival.

Carlos is not superstitious, never been, not in the way Charles is with his red-quali pants and good luck bracelets, but Carlos pays attention. Still, he doesn’t recognise the crossroads until it was too late. He thought he was better prepared.

“What do you want?” “To win.” And now making it 150th start from pole position, is gonna take victory and for the first time in Formula 1, Carlos Sainz is victorious! He wins the British Grand Prix! His crossroads comes in the shape of the rampant cavallino. His devil has dimples. He spills blood for only one of them.

Carlos didn't know what to expect once he asked, once he said yes, once the kiss sealed the deal, but whatever was on his mind involved the burning pits of hell, pain so intense he’d forget anything else. The devil feeds on your soul. His devil gives him massages when Carlos is jet-lagged

In Melbourne, Charles is already in his hotel room when Carlos gets there. For a moment, Carlos sees double, two devils sitting on his bed, set ablaze by the sunset washing Melbourne in molten red, his ruby shackles glowing around his neck around his wrists and ankles. The heat his Abu warned him about runs in Charles' veins, pumps his heart, makes his eyes glow in the dark. Carlos wants to touch. He's never been afraid. He also wants to sleep. Maybe he should eat first or take a shower. Maybe—

"Sit," Charles says, voice soft, eyes unnerving, a predator watching his prey. He moves and the illusion disperses. Charles’ skin is smooth and unmarked. He’s human.

Carlos sits. All of his strength goes out of him the minute his ass hits the mattress, a puppet with its strings cut off. It takes everything he has to not slump sideways and go straight to sleep.

Charles’ fingers are in his hair between one blink and the other. Carlos doesn’t see him move, but there is heat all around his back, a puff of breath against his ears and Charles cards his fingers through his hair, tugging at his roots.

“How was your day?”

Carlos tries to say something but it translates into unintelligible sounds.

“Words, cariño.”

Carlos snorts. “Aren’t you supposed to understand every language on earth?”

“In the life before this, I spoke Portuguese. In this one, I’m speaking French and Italian.”

“Poor English too.”

Charles nips the tip of his ear with his teeth. Carlos hisses and moves away from him, but Charles is faster, arms strong, pulling him in, back against chest. Charles nuzzles his nose in the crook of Carlos’ neck, pressing his lips to the exposed skin.

Carlos squirms. “Hey. I’m sweaty.”

Charles makes a show of dragging his tongue all the way up to his jaw before he grabs his chin and presses a hard kiss to Carlos’ mouth.

“Take this off,” Charles purrs.

A moment later, Carlos is on his stomach, shirt off, Charles straddling his ass as his fingers work the kinks in his muscles. He’s not afraid to moan, melting into the mattress, feeling the long hours spent on the plane, the squash session, the time spent with Lando on the golf course. Charles does something wicked to his shoulder blades. Carlos moans louder.

“Dios mio.”

Charles snorts. “Try again.”

“You’re such a brat,” Carlos grits out.

Charles bends, peppering kisses up his spine until he reaches his ear. “You love it, mio tesoro.”

“Do I have any other choice?”

Charles presses a kiss under his ear. “This was your choice,” he says, fingers skimming down his ribs. “Spending time with Lando is also a choice.”

Carlos turns his head, cheek bumping into Charles’ nose. “Jealous?”

Charles grins, wicked. “That would be a sin, wouldn’t it?”

Once upon a time, his Abu warned Carlos that the devil is everything you wish for and more, the horns merely a display of power. Carlos has never seen Charles’ horns. He’s not sure he has any. He is not sure if this is what he wants either, but now that he has it, his life before seems incomplete.

Carlos falls asleep that night against Charles’ chest, relaxed and safe with a pair of arms around his neck and a fresh string of bites on the inside of his thighs. Maybe a deal with the devil is not that bad. Maybe having Charles growling in his ear as he comes that he’ll protect Carlos is not that bad.

Come morning, Charles sends his forgiveness to his Abu back in Spain. He crosses himself and goes on with his day. Australia feels good this year.

#luna.writes #charlos #f1 rpf #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #my stories #charlos demon au #f1 fanfic #this was heavily inspired by me reading hellbent and falling hard for darlington #might write more in this universe maybe #mira lo que hace el diablo

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bee-writes-stuffs · 4 months

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hey, it’s okay- Javid

(Note: Enjoy some Javid comfort <3)

Everything’s falling apart.

Jack couldn’t stop the whirlwind of thoughts running rampant through his brain, worry and regret eating at his mind until he could barely hear a logical thought over the emotions screaming in his head. He’d just barely been able to find a place quiet enough to try and sort them out- little did he know that the isolation only served to worsen the spiral.

It must have been hours that he sat there, though it was probably only minutes. Eventually, the volume in his head lowered to a dull roar, and Jack stared numbly at the wall in front of him in the dark, lonely alleyway that he’d chosen to sit in. Despite the heat of the summer night, cold worry chilled his bones, seeping into his hands as they ran through his hair.

Everything’s falling apart. The strike was as good as over. They hadn’t even been able to get Brooklyn on their side, nor had that article gotten anyone else to even bat an eye at their cause. Crutchie was gone, his boys were beaten half to hell by Pulitzer’s goons, and Jack had all but lost hope.

He suddenly heard the crunch of a step onto dirt and gravel, and he glanced up to see Davey standing in the mouth of the alleyway, frowning into the darkness until his gaze caught the other boy’s.

“Jack?” he asked, and Jack didn’t dare answer for fear of his voice breaking in response. “Are you okay?”

Jack still didn’t reply as Davey sat down next to him, taking in his disheveled clothing and red-rimmed eyes. “You’re one hell of a sight,” Davey commented, trying to lighten the mood but failing as his pleasant expression turned to one of concern. “How long has it been since you slept?”

“Dunno,” Jack muttered. “Why do you care?” His voice came out more aggressive than planned, and he felt guilt stab through him at the sight of Davey recoiling. God, I can’t do anything right, can I?

“I’m worried about you, Jackie,” Davey admitted. “Well, I’m worried about a lot of things, but mostly you.” He took a deep breath before meeting Jack’s gaze with an intensity Jack had never seen before- a sort of caring look in his eyes that felt more like a glare. “Things aren’t great right out there right now, and those boys need their leader.”

“And it’s one hell of a leader they’ve got.” Jack sighed, trying to keep the prickling at the back of his eyes at bay. “I failed ‘em, Dave. It’s my fault that Crutchie’s locked up and the rest of them are hurt.” His voice wobbled, and he choked out the last sentence as if it were poison. “They’re better off without me.”

“Jack.” Davey’s voice was soft, and his words seemed more of a whisper as he set a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “That isn’t true, and you know it.” He smiled kindly. “It’s not like we’ve done this before, Jackie. When was the last time you led a strike?”

“Never.” Jack knew it was a rhetorical question, but he was too tired to care.

“Exactly,” Davey encouraged, wrapping his arms around Jack and pulling him close. He smelled of cinnamon mixed with fresh-baked bread, and Jack closed his eyes and relished the warmth of the hug.

“We’re all scared,” Davey admitted. “Damn it, I’d be lying if I said I’m not terrified right now.” He chuckled, and Jack couldn’t help but smile as he continued. “They need someone to let them know that they’re gonna be alright,” he said seriously, holding Jack at arm’s length to look him in the eye. “Your boys trust you, Jack. You make them feel safe, protected, cared for.”

Jack nodded, still not completely at ease. “What if I fail ‘em again?” He worried aloud, feeling helpless and humiliated that he couldn’t stay strong- even in front of Davey, even for the kids that were counting on him.

Davey shook his head. “You won’t,” he decided. “No matter what goes down after this moment, I know that you haven’t let us down. You’re going to be okay,” he promised, and Jack felt a strange but not unpleasant warmth blossom in his chest as Davey hugged him tighter, resting his chin on Jack’s shoulder.

“Thanks, Dave,” Jack whispered, and Davey pulled back with a smile.

“You’re my friend,” he replied. “I care about you.”

Jack closed his eyes and smiled as Davey pulled him into another embrace, laughing softly and burying his face in the taller boy’s neck. After a while, Davey stood up, offering his hand to Jack.

“So, what do you say?” Davey asked as Jack let him pull him to his feet. “Are we going to win this damned strike, or what?”

#david jacobs #newsies musical #jack kelly #livesies #newsies #javid newsies #javid #javey #newsies live #davey jacobs

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bbgem329 · 1 year

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Where’s My Love—Chapter Six

Pairings—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary

Two years ago, you and your husband built a life for your growing family at a safe camp during a world wide apocalypse. Everything is good until Bucky catches wind that a rival group is out to dominate the rest for their own gain.

What happens when, one day, the most capable men and your husband are out on a hunt when the camp is attacked? Will you be able to get your children and your heavily pregnant self to safety? Will Bucky find you before it’s too late?

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18++. Violence. Language. Apocalyptic world. Childbirth. Protective!Bucky. Little dark. Little gore? We love feral, protective men. Did I miss anything?

Note

This is my birthday present to myself. So sorry for the delay! Work and school and life tend to get in the way! I will finish this and in about a month my schedule will open up for summer break so expect more soon!! Thanks for the support and love! Always!

Series Masterlist

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Run. Run. Run.

Just keep running.

Don’t think.

Just run.

Bucky didn’t let his mind wander too far. He couldn’t afford to. If he let his thoughts run rampant–his worries, it just might tear him apart and twist him up from inside out.

What good would he be then?

No. He needed to be calm and collected. He needed to keep his head.

You were fine. You had to be.

You were smart.

You were resourceful.

You could handle your own, he’d made sure of that with all the training he’d forced upon you in the past few years. You wouldn’t, in a million years, let anything happen to his babies. You would fight.

But what if…

No.

Bucky shook his head, letting out a frustrated growl as he picked up the pace. Arms pumping harder, stride longer, steps lighter, and his head held high.

JUST RUN.

Don’t. Think.

He couldn’t remember the last time he worked up such a sweat. Or got his heart pumping this hard. Or his lungs burning this much.

Has he ever run this fast before?

He doesn’t think so.

Not as the Winter Soldier as far as he remembered.

No, when he was the Winter Soldier he would stalk, not run, after his targets–his missions.

Like a hunter after his prey.

That’s exactly what he would do if–

No.

How long had he been running?

Bucky stole a glance up at the sky. The sun was at its highest position, meaning it had to be somewhere around noon. And if he had left just around sunrise, he’d had been gone for over six hours by now.

Bucky’s stomach rolled and he could nearly taste the bile clawing its way up his throat.

A lot can happen in six hours.

He swallowed thickly, shaking the thought from his head. There was absolutely no need to go there. You would always tell him how silly it was to worry. Remind him that whatever he was in his head about was out of his control.

Whatever happened, happened.

Worrying was nothing but a waste of time and energy that could be put to good use.

It’s almost as if he can hear your voice in his head–clear as day, telling him the exact thing or something along those lines.

You’d spoken those exact words more than a few times in the years you’d been together but there was one time in particular that came to the forefront of his mind.

“You better knock it off.”

Bucky’s gaze lifted to meet your eyes in the mirror, the pressure of his hands on either side of your hips lessening for just a moment. He tried to hide his surprise over the bite in your tone but he clearly didn’t mask his deer-caught-in-a-headlights reaction quick enough.

“What?” He asked, sounding a little offended. “I’m not doing anything, baby. Just trying to help relieve the pressure…”

He was quick to avert his eyes, instead focusing on his hands on either side of your waist, making sure he was adding just the right amount of pressure to ease the pain of the contractions.

He damn well knew you were onto him–knew you knew him better than he knew himself by now.

You’d probably gauged his mood long before he did. There really was no point in trying to hide it anymore.

You’d get it out of him eventually.

But that didn’t stop him from trying to distract you from his little slip up by laying a little trail of kisses along your exposed spine, thumbs kneading the soft skin along your hip.

And he thought it might work, that he might’ve actually gotten away with it.

Then you let out a long, frustrated huff.

The jig was up.

You went to move, trying to shift back and sit up but his hands on your waist stopped you.

“Bucky.” You protested.

“Just stay there, woman.” He groaned, “I’m fine.”

“Don’t make me feel dumb.” You wiggled in his hold, trying to brush him off. “You should never lie to a pregnant woman, let alone one in labor-”

You let out a long moan, fingers digging into the sheets as you burrowed your face in the pillow to not wake Jamie on the other side of the tent. Your body shook and trembled through the pain as the contraction continued. Bucky did his best to help you through it, whispering sweet nothings and encouragement in your ears, rubbing your back and hips, wiping a cool, wet rag along the back of your neck and over your shoulders.

Your contractions were closer together and longer now.

And just to be sure, he used your current position to his advantage to check how dilated you were now.

“I feel like I need to push.”

Bucky’s stomach rolled, his heart thumping wildly in his chest as he bent down to examine you. His eye nearly bulged out of his head when his fingers came in contact with something soft but firm at the edge of your cervix.

Holy fuck.

Was that…?

He shifted to get a better look between your legs.

Yup.

Definitely a head.

“Fuck.”

He regretted that word the moment it left his lips.

“What?” You lifted your head from the sheets to look over your shoulder at him, face unnaturally flushed and a new flash of worry in your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky needed to keep his head. He couldn’t get worked up because then you would get worked up and everyone knew that a worked up woman in labor never led to anything good.

No, he needed to keep you calm to make this process as smooth and easy as possible.

“Nothings wrong, baby.” He assured you, working hard to keep his voice soft and steady. “You’re doing so great. I can see baby's head, that’s all.” He pressed a soft kiss to the base of your spine, his left hand brushing gently over your hip. “You’re fully dilated so whenever you feel the need to push go ahead.”

He was a little proud of himself for remaining so cool and collected on the outside because the turmoil blazing through him on the inside was bound to be catastrophic.

“I know you’re worried.” Your voice startled him out of his thoughts and he lifted his head to meet your gaze in the mirror across the tent again. “But you can do this. You’re ready. No point in worrying, Buck. Whatever happens, happens. It’s out of your control.” You took a deep breath, offering him a soft smile, “So worrying is a waste of time and energy.”

His expression softened as his heart clenched in his chest, nearly beating out of control. You would never cease to amaze him.

Your strength, your resilience, your selflessness.

Here you were, on your hands and knees, in one of the most vulnerable moments of your life, trying to comfort him.

He wasn’t the one about to push an actual human out of their body.

He wasn’t the one who’s life was at risk.

Though it might as well be his life too because there wasn’t a chance Bucky could go on without you.

“Pretty girl.” He whispered, fighting a smile as he shook his head in disbelief. “I should be the one comforting you. You’re the one in labor.”

You tried to smile but it came across as more of a grimace. Despite it all, the pained smile, the sweat gleamed skin, the cherry red cheeks, and the wild, snarled hair, you still looked as beautiful to him as ever.

“I know that but I’ve birthed a baby before, you have never delivered one.”

It was moments like these that made him wonder what he did to deserve you.

Sometimes he wondered if you were really real. If you were really his.

“Those are two very different things-”

He was cut off but your strained cry.

“Okay.” He mumbled to you or himself, he wasn’t sure. “Okay, you got this.”

Bucky positioned himself back between your spread thighs, rubbing reassuringly along the back of your legs and hips coaching and encouraging you through it as best as he could.

A few good pushes and the head was out–this was called crowning, he’d remembered from one of the many books he’d read and you weren’t allowed to push, only breathe so as to not risk tearing. Before the apocalypse a tear was an easy fix but here and now, it could mean life or death. As far as you were both aware, you were the only medical professional that could even remotely handle that sort of situation and you couldn’t very well stitch up yourself if you found yourself in that position.

“Just breathe, baby.” He pleaded, rubbing his metal hand reassuringly along your waist and back, trying to distract you from the pain. “Follow my lead.”

Finally the contraction ended, and he was able to guide and carefully maneuver the shoulders out.

One more determined push and the baby–his baby girl was sliding out and into his eagerly awaiting hands.

And you both let out a matching sigh of relief when she immediately let loose with a piercing wail.

That had worked out.

This would too.

Whatever God or higher power existed wouldn’t dare take you or his babies from him. Not after everything he was put through and faced.

You, Jamie, Becca, and the baby were his redemption.

His light at the end of a very dark tunnel.

The world wouldn’t be able to handle James Buchanan Barnes without you.

So you would survive. You had to, if not for his sake.

Bucky couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when finally the ‘Brookstown’ sign came into view. He always hated that sign, thought it attracted too much attention and would only bring trouble into their little town, and maybe he was right but he’d never been happier to see it than he is now.

It served, somewhat, as a beacon of hope.

He was close.

His chest tightened as he turned down the familiar path, leading into the woods. Just on the other side of this mini forest, was the truth and he wasn’t sure he was ready to face it.

He didn’t hear gunshots, in fact, he didn’t hear anything at all.

It was dead silent.

And that was enough to alert him that something was off.

No.

Something was wrong.

Normally, he could hear the life that lay beyond as he approached the front fence–giggles of children, people talking as they washed clothes in the river, and the clanking of tools because they were always fixing up and improving things around camp.

There was always something going on, even in the dead of the night.

He steeled himself, steps deliberate yet reluctant as he pushed through the bush and came out on the other side.

Bucky wasn’t sure what to expect but it wasn’t this.

The fence had been knocked down on two sides, a good amount of the dead had already rounded up, wandering around the completely lifeless camp, feasting on the bodies that were left behind.

Bucky didn’t let himself think, body numb as he took off in a sprint towards your shared tent on the other side of camp. His mind was on one thing and one thing only, completely oblivious and unaware as he screamed your name at the top of his lungs.

It didn’t matter that it attracted a lot of unwanted attention, the rage bubbling up inside him was no match for the infected that wandered his way.

They were nothing more than an outlet and he took whatever came his way out without batting an eye–a knife to the eye, a stab to the top of the head, a cut clean across the neck that sent a still growling head rolling across the flattened grass.

He intentionally didn’t look at the bodies littering the ground, kept his gaze up and his head held high as he moved closer and closer to his tent. If he stole a glance and connected each body to a face and name in his head..

It would only slow him down.

He couldn’t afford to feel or think about anything else right now.

Once the coast was clear, Bucky barged through the door of his tent, relief hitting him square in the chest as he took in the familiar space.

The backpack–gone.

All the coats–gone.

The chest at the end of the bed–open and rifled through.

You were in a rush, that much was obvious.

He pressed a hand to his head, letting himself have a moment of relief.

His girl.

His girl was strong. Resilient.

If you made it back here and had enough time to gather some stuff, there was no doubt you made it out.

Your next move would’ve been towards the fence–the back fence specifically and seeing as they attacked from the front, you most likely had a smooth escape.

You were okay. You were out there.

And he was coming after you.

Bucky snatched up his own backpack, quickly stuffing a few more smaller guns and knives in the pockets before racing into Becca and Jamie’s space to collect his worn blue blankie and her stained stuffed rabbit.

Once he had everything packed, he slung the bag over his shoulder and grabbed his old M249 Paratrooper off the bed.

“I’m coming.”

He couldn’t imagine how scared you must be, didn’t even want to think about what you went through. But he knew you trusted that he would come after you and that he would find you.

With one last deep breath, he positioned his gun in his right arm and carefully pulled back the flap of the tent with his left.

But never in his wildest dreams, could he have prepared for the next moment.

Barely a step out of the tent and he was frozen in shock as his gaze locked on a familiar pair of warm chocolate eyes. The breath was nearly knocked from his lungs as he subconsciously jolted back, one hand over his frantically beating heart.

“You… You” He stuttered out. “What..”

“Hey, Buck.” Followed by a chuckle. “ Good to see you too.”

“Sam?”

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moldycantaloupe · 2 months

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Past The Edge

Rating: Explicit

Words; 3.2k

Relationships; Rain/Phantom

Tags; First Time, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot

“Okay…” He bit at his lip, brows creased in thought. “What… what do I do about it?” “Well,” Rain inhaled deeply, eyes glancing around the room. “If you would like, I can help you.”

(Rain shows Phantom the wonders of masturbation)

Notes; this has been in my drafts for a week and it's ALL over the place and i did NOT read it and I'm pretty sure I switch to present tense at some point so it's not at all my best work. but I needed to get it out so. enjoy.

Read here or on Ao3 if you so desire

Phantom was born in the Pit aeons ago as a spiritual being, a quintessence ghoul. They had no vessel to reside in down there, only living through their Magick. Existing. Only when they’re summoned up top are they given physical bodies, specially crafted just for them by their summoner. In this case, Copia created his first during the latest summoning. A lanky quint with kind eyes and a curiosity that could rival the cat’s. With the unknown scars that the ghoul carried, a gasp first formed throughout the ritual hall when the young one lifted his head. Papa knew the name to give him.

Phantom had been living Topside for only three months now. When he was first summoned in his vessel, only one word could describe it: terrifying. He had been gulping in air, baring his newfound fangs to anyone who tried to get close. Magick running rampant throughout the room. It wasn’t until the other Quint in the room, who he knew now as Aether, settled to the ground with his hands in the air, fingertips sparking with purple sparks. Phantom’s shoulders relaxed only a little, squinting at the ghoul in front of him. It was confusing, seeing another quint with an actual body. He was distinctly that; no charred features, no gills, no antlers, no curls or flows. Just shimmering purple skin, hair as dark as the night sky. Glowing eyes. Phantom didn’t know the proper word yet, but Aether was beautiful.

The first thing he was taught was to speak. Aether had talked to him through a mind link at first, before quietly beginning to speak into the real world. Phantom was baffled as Aether asked him to do the same. Speak? He had never even thought of that to be a possibility to him; he had no voice. When he opened his mouth, figuring out his vocal chords, a sound came out that caused him to hiss at himself. It resembled a squawk from a kit. Aether smiled and encouraged him to continue, informing him that it was, in fact, his voice. Phantom continued to squawk and hiss, slowly building up to a quiet, ahhh noise. It wasn’t much, his voice croaky and hoarse from disuse. But that was good enough for Aether, a proud twinkle in his eyes as he nodded to him.

It took Phantom a week before he began speaking in full sentences. He had learned so much by then, it was overwhelming. But now that he had found his voice, he never wanted to lose it. He would spend hours making noises, talking to his new packmates, even to himself. When Mountain decided it was time to show him the gardens, there was not a moment of silence. Phantom would interrupt whatever Mountain was saying with a question, interrupting him again as he tried to answer said question, and the cycle would continue. Mountain found it all too endearing, reminding him of Aether’s first time on Earth. But Aether was more interested in taking his time to really get to know these things, to really learn the depths of the answer. Phantom just wanted to know them, know them now.

Phantom spent that evening staring out the window, mumbling under his breath. He was speaking to the stars in the sky, his brethren.

Now, three months later, his curiosity was beginning to settle as he had seen everything the Abbey had to offer. They decided to wait a year until he was allowed to learn about the internet, but the library had enough to offer him in terms of knowledge. He spent most days tucked into the armchair in the commons room, a different book in hand every few days. It was always the quietest he’d ever been, only interrupted by a question here or there if another packmate was close by.

That’s where he found himself right now. It was near midnight, everyone else had gone their separate ways hours ago. He was folded into his favorite chair, close enough to the fireplace but still able to see out the giant window. He was reading his book, mindlessly chewing at the spade of his tail. The book was one that Swiss had given him about the Greek Gods, saying something along the lines of, it’s been collecting dust in my room, I think you’d enjoy it more. As he turned the page, he shifted, the book hitting in between his thighs.

He paused with a quiet gasp, one that could be mistaken for nothing. A sensation shocked through his spine. The book was still touching in between his thighs, he didn’t dare move it. What was that? Eyeing the book, he moved it the same way, a louder gasp as the shock grew. He couldn’t place what it was. It wasn’t painful, not really. Maybe… weird? He pressed the book harder down into himself to explore, trying to place the word with each pass. It was making him short of breath, if anything. He touched his face with his free hand as he felt his cheeks heat up. He was starting to worry a little. It didn’t feel bad, maybe… nice. It felt nice.

He went to make another pass of the book when he finally noticed it. His penis, as Aether called it, was bulging just barely in his sweatpants. He moved the book away onto a side table and used his hand instead. A whine left his lips when he touched it, a new shock of worry passing through him. It was usually soft, but now under his touch it was harder. Bigger.

He whined again, his brows furrowing in worry. What did he just do? Why was it different now? It’d never been like this before. His breath began to pick up as he stumbled out his chair, the movement causing shocks throughout his nerves, both good and bad. He could feel it getting bigger now. This was it, wasn’t it? He finally screwed up.

He felt tears and confusion prick at his face. Why was it still feeling nice when he all but felt panicked? He had to find someone, but he couldn’t figure out who. It was late, the chances of a ghoul being up this late with him was slim. He traveled to the dorm hall with shaky breaths, his tears finally slipping when he stumbled, his tail wrapped tight around his arm for comfort. When he finally got to the rooms, he let out a whimpering sob when he saw someone’s lights on.

Rain’s.

He knocked quietly so as to not disturb the others, and waited. He could hear shuffling beyond the door, the knob turning to reveal the water ghoul. Their relaxed posture immediately tensed when they saw the trembling quint before them on the cusp of a panic attack.

“Rain,” he whined quietly, his hands fisting at the bottom of his shirt.

“Phantom, hey, what’s happening?” Rain ushered him in quick, eyes roaming his shaky frame to look for any signs of damage.

“I-” he took a breath to steady himself. “I think I messed up.”

Rain stopped to look him in the eyes, his concern only growing. “What’d you do, Bug?”

Phantom couldn’t keep eye contact, glancing just behind Rain. “I was reading and my book hit my penis, and it felt weird so I kept doing it and now…”

He trailed off and looked down, Rain’s gaze following. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Rain, but heard a small sigh leave their lips.

“Bug,” Rain slowly put their hand on his cheek, caressing it. “You’re okay."

Phantom lifted his head to look at them, confused at their sudden relaxed demeanor. “Huh?”

“You’re okay. Can I hold your hand? When he nodded, Rain took his hand into theirs and guided it to their chest. “I’m going to have you breathe with me and then we’ll talk, okay?”

Rain breathed in deep and Phantom followed quickly behind, taking in a wobbly breath before letting go with him. They continued that same process for a few minutes until his breathing evened. When Rain deemed him well enough, they spoke.

“Has anyone taught you about sex yet?” They asked.

“Um,” he shrugged, “a little. When I saw Dew and Swiss that one time on the couch.”

“Okay.” They chuckled at the memory, Aether reprimanding the two for doing it out in the open like that. “Your body is responding to that.”

“My body wants sex?” Phantom cocked his head. “Why does my body want sex?”

Rain ran their thumb over his cheek, wiping away any last tears. “You stimulated your body, by accident, and it responded to that simulation. Did it feel good?”

Phantom finally smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I think. It was weird.”

“Okay, that’s good.” Rain laughed lightly. “It’s a natural response, Bug. nothing to be scared about.”

“Okay…” He bit at his lip, brows creased in thought. “What… what do I do about it?”

“Well,” Rain inhaled deeply, eyes glancing around the room. “If you would like, I can help you.”

“Help me?” Phantom asked.

“Yes.” Rain nodded. “I can teach you what to do about it when it happens again.”

Phantom whined, his lips turning pouty. “It’s gonna happen again?”

Rain tilted back in a boisterous laugh, shaking their head a little. “Don’t worry, Tommy, you’ll learn to love it. Seek it out, even.”

Phantom pouted, scanning the room. “How do I do it?”

Rain pointed towards the bed. “Sit on the bed, I’ll join you in a second.”

Phantom nodded and sat at the edge, watching as Rain disappeared into the bathroom for a moment before reammerging, taking their place right next to him.

“I need you to listen to me right now.” Rain took on a serious tone, making Phantom sit straighter. “If at any point you want to stop or slow down, you need to tell me. Okay? I want this to be a good experience for you.”

Phantom nodded. Rain nodded with him, pulling a small bottle out of their pocket.

“Good. Can you remove your pants and boxers for me, Tom?”

He did just that, lifting his hips and dropping them to the floor. His tail flicked idly behind.

“So, there’s this thing called ‘masturbation,’” as they spoke, they popped the cap open and poured a small amount of the liquid onto their hand, “which is how you can help yourself.”

Phantom watched with curious eyes as Rain’s lubricated hand got closer to him, pausing just before touching him.

“Are you okay with me touching you?” Rain asks. When Phantom nods, Rain wraps their calloused fingers around his length, giving it a gentle squeeze. Phantom’s reaction was immediate, a bodily flinch followed by a high whine. Rain looks into those wide eyes expectantly, waiting for any resistance. When they get none, they begin to slowly stroke his half hard dick, pre already beading at the tip.

“What is that stuff?” Phantom points to his tip, watching as the beads slide down his shaft.

“That’s precum,” They explain, “I’m… not actually sure what it is. I know the other guys like to use it as an emergency lube. I’m sure you could ask them.”

Phantom is already breathing heavy just after a few strokes, eyes lidded and dick quickly coming to life. “Wh-what do you do with it?”

“Well, I don’t have a dick,” they shrug, “but with the guys, I’d probably do this.”

Before Phantom could ask, they choke on their spit when Rain thumbs at the tip with their free hand, wiping away the dribbles of pre. He watches in pure ecstasy as Rain guides their thumb to his mouth, giving it a kitten lick. Phantom whimpers at the notion.

“What does it taste like?” He asks.

Rain chuckles lightly, giving it some thought. “Kinda salty, kinda nothing.”

Phantom rolls his head back with a reedy whine, hips starting to give in and buck into their hand.

“Good?” Their voice is husky as they stare at him.

“Uh-huh,” he nods, lifting his head to stare back at them, “but, why don’t you have a…”

“... Dick?” Rain finishes for him. When he nods, Rain slows their ministrations to a stop. They ignore the whine that follows, “I have what’s called a ‘vagina.’”

He smiles up at them with a giggle. “I know what that is, it was in that book Aether showed me.”

“The same book that showed the penis?” Rain couldn’t fight the fond smile when Phantom nodded enthusiastically. “That’s good, Bug.”

Phantom nods again before looking down in contemplation at his hard, leaking dick. He glances up at Rain, his lip finding purchase under his teeth.

“Go ahead and try it.” Rain gestures towards him, encouraging. Phantom takes a shaky breath before wrapping his own hand around himself, sighing at the slight pressure. He’s immediately stroking, whines tumbling out of his mouth as if he had no control over them. Rain praises him as he goes, whispering quietly, that’s it, good boy’s in their shared space.

Phantom’s motions speed up only slightly, a moan wracking its way up his throat. Rain has to stifle their own whine at the sound, shifting to let the inseams of their sweats to rub their clit.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Rain mumbled, their attention flicking between Phantom’s eyes and dick.

Phantom abruptly stops, hand just hovering above himself. He’s breathing heavily, watching as his cock twitches and spits out pre.

“Phantom?” There’s concern in Rain’s voice, hand landing on his knee. “What’s going on?”

“S’too much,” he nearly cries, eyes frantic. “I gotta pee, I-”

“No,” Rain’s laughing again, rubbing at his knee in soothing circles. “I promise you you’re not going to pee.”

“But…” Phantom whines, gesturing towards his lower body.

“There is this wonderful thing called orgasm, and that’s what that pressure is.” Rain takes their hand off his knee, using their finger to poke at his stomach. “It’s right there, yeah?”

Phantom nods. “Do you get them?”

Rain snorts, “Yes, Bug.”

He’s quiet for a moment, he casts his eyes down as the gears turn in his head before he speaks in a hushed tone, “Can um, join? Me?”

“You want me to join?” They cock their head to the side. “Will that help?”

“Please.” He pleads, barely above a whisper.

Rain nods with a hushed okay, lifting their hips to peel away their garments. They groan as they feel slick connect with their boxers, laughing to themselves when they hear a similar groan from Phantom, no doubt watching.

When they settle again, they’re kneeling into the bed, legs slightly apart to give Phantom a look. They watch his eyes with intensity as they dip a finger between their folds, rubbing softly into their clit and sighing, finally able to relieve the pressure. Phantom’s hand is back on his cock in no time, moaning at the display in front of him.

“Want a taste?” They ask. Phantom immediately is begging, quiet pleas leaving him. Rain shushes him and gathers some of the slick up, pushing two fingers in front of his mouth. He wasted no time in shoving their fingers in, groaning at the taste that’s so violently Rain. He swirled his tongue around them before they retreated with a sloppy pop, already finding their way back to their core.

“Now,” Rain’s rubbing his fingers in a circle at his clit, letting out breathy moans in between talking, “that stuff that’s coming out of you right now? There’s going to be a lot of it when you orgasm.”

“Why?” Phantom’s strokes are becoming shaky and uncoordinated, a good sign that he’s close. Rain’s happy to see him continue despite the growing pressure they know he has.

“Because- mmf- you’re meant to be doing this when trying to have kits.” They match Phantom’s energetic strokes with their own circles, feeling their own pressure begin to grow already.

“I-I don’t want kits!” Phantom’s hand is immediately off of himself, his cock twitching in protest. a bellied laugh is forced out of Rain as they stop themselves.

“You’re not gonna have kits, Bug!” Rain reassures him quickly, cooing at his pout.

“No?” His hand itches to get back to himself. When Rain nods, he begins pumping again. They follow suit.

“No, you could only have kits with one of the girls,” Rain stifles a whimper as they continue, “and even then, it’s a whole thing.”

Phantom doesn’t ask anymore questions, now too occupied chasing the buildup deep within him. The room is filled with heavy breathing and slick sounds, broken occasionally by a soft whimper or moan. His movement becomes sporadic again, causing Rain to roll their head and hump into their hand.

“Rain-” he tries to warn them, but they are just a bit too late. Rain rolls their head back just in time to see him tense up, hand stopped at the base of his cock as ropes of cum shoot across his hand and stomach, a low moan following right after. Phantom sees white at first, the only sounds registered being his own breathing. He slumps after what feels like hours, hand shooting off of himself when the pleasure turns to pain.

He stares at Rain with full wonder when their fingers slide across their engorged clit in fast motions, entirely in their own world for the moment. Their body quickly seizes up, legs and lower abdomen twitching as they silently come, hips bucking into the air to chase the pressure of their fingers. Phantom gasps as slick begins to pool under them, their fingers finally coming to a full stop.

He only stops staring when Rain lets out a sigh, moaning slightly.

“There’s so much…” he whispers, and Rain’s immediately laughing, looking down with him.

“Yeah, there is.” They drag their fingers along their cunt before they finally take them away, wiping the extra slick onto their shirt. “Could say the same for you.”

Phantom blinks at them before looking down himself, grimacing at the sticky mess he made. “Ew…”

Rain leans over to peck his cheek before standing on slightly shaky legs, grabbing a small towel they left on the nightstand. They hand it to Phantom before walking to the bathroom. He doesn’t need to be told what to do with it as he wipes away at himself, careful of his now sensitive dick. Rain is back in no time with their thighs much more dry than before, leaning down to grab their garments.

“How’d you like that?” They ask. Phantom joins them off the bed to grab his own boxers, pulling them up with a satisfied smile plastered to his face.

“Good. Can we do that again tomorrow?” He runs a hand through his hair and pouts a little when Rain laughs some more.

“Sure, if you really want to.” Rain leans over before stopping, brows creased.

“What?” Phantom tilts his head, confused.

“Have you kissed one of us before?” Rain asks.

“Like what you did to my cheek?” They nod, and he shakes his head. “No.”

Rain’s eyes are wide in both amusement and horror. They run a hand down their face.

“I cannot-” They snicker, looking over to eye him, smiling at the confusion etched into their face. “Phantom, baby bat, would you like your first kiss?”

Phantom feels his stomach flip at the proposition. He whines quietly and casts his eyes down to the floor. He looks all the more nervous than he had before, fidgeting in his spot.

Rain hums, "we can wait for that if you would like."

Phantom is immediately nodding, eyes back up to theirs. "I would like to wait."

They chuckle lightly and toss his hair around through their fingers, "Such manners."

The young quint beams.

#lou writes #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #nsft #you can see see when i began writing the 2nd half a week later #stars reassembled

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𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

(Jonathan Joestar x F! Reader)

Warnings :

➛ Self-deprecating thoughts.

➛ Dio tryna rizz up the reader.

➛ Slightly possessive Jonathan (just kinda happened)

➛ Angst with a happy ending.

➛ A lil ✨spicy✨ but nothing explicit.

A beefy one shot for my fav beefy boy 💪

I used prompts 1, 13, 17 and 20 from this lovely post (wording might differ slightly, but is generally the same)

Word count : 3.9k

You and Jonathan have been best friends for years. Always having each other’s backs through thick and thin.

When Erina had left for India and when Dio’s treatment was especially vicious, you were his saving grace. And you felt the same way about him. The other children in town always teased you for being a little odd, but Jonathan welcomed you into friendship with open arms.

Mr Joestar had even been kind enough to offer to tutor you alongside Jonathan and Dio. Saying that you would be a good influence on the two.

Now that you and Jonathan are grown, you realise that the feelings you have for Jonathan have grown into something more than mere friendship. Just as you’re on your way to confess to him, you hear him talking to someone.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop! But when you hear the mention of your name you can’t help yourself. You feel your heart stop when the person asks Jonathan if he and you are perhaps… more than friends.

Your heart drops when he immediately denounces the notion. Claiming that he could never see you in that light. You silently walk away, fighting to contain the tears that are brimming your eyes. Passers-by try to ask if you’re ok but you weave through them, just wanting to put as much distance between you and Jonathan as possible.

Jonathan begins to worry when he notices that you’ve been avoiding him lately. He finally has enough when he sees Dio of all people talking to you. He pulls you aside, pleading to know what he did wrong. And that’s when you finally tell him what’s been weighing on your mind.

How will he react?

You skip happily along the path leading to town. It might’ve looked a little weird to others, seeing a young adult exhibit such child-like happiness but you couldn’t care less.

Today was the day you decided that you would confess your feelings to Jonathan. He had been running rampant through your mind for the last couple of weeks. You only realised that these feelings were romantic when Mr Joestar teased that you two would make a wonderful couple. Thank god Jonathan wasn’t there to see the way you almost spat out your drink.

You and Jonathan had made it a routine to meet every Friday at a quaint little bakery near the edge of town. Not many people knew of it and they always bake fresh so it was a nice little getaway.

Nearing the bakeshop, you’re a little confused when you don’t see Jonathan there. He was never one to be tardy for your weekly get-togethers.

It’s then that you realise you can hear voices coming from the side of the building. One of them vaguely sounds like Jonathan. You step closer to get better hearing before you conclude that one of the voices is indeed him. You’re about to announce yourself, but then you hear your name come up in the conversation.

“Is there something going on between you and that [Name] girl?”

You felt your heart clench when you realised the other person was a girl. There was a slight pause before he answered.

“Can I ask why you want to know?”

“In all honesty, I find you quite attractive. So I was just curious if I had any sort of a chance.”

There was another pause, this one longer than the last. What was probably 2 minutes felt like an hour as you waited for him to respond. You held your breath as he started to speak.

“No, [Name] and I are simply friends. I could never imagine something like that with her.”

The girl let out a flirtatious giggle.

“Oh my, there’s no need to get so defensive. Don’t worry, I believe you.”

You felt like you were going to throw up. A hand was placed on your shoulder, you turn your head to find the bakery owner asking if you were ok. Mumbling incoherently about forgetting something at home you excuse yourself, beelining for the other side of town.

The townspeople gave you looks of pity as you tried to halt the swelling tears in your eyes. How could you have been so foolish? Of course Jonathan would never have returned your feelings. He only ever showed affection to you because that’s just the person he is. He wasn’t nice to you because he liked you, he was nice to you because he’s nice to everyone. And this was the wake-up call that made you realise that.

Since that incident, you’ve been trying your best to avoid him. You thought about stopping the shared tutoring lessons, not really wanting to face Jonathan right now. But you didn’t want to squander Mr Joestar’s generosity, so you kept going to them.

Jonathan noticed something was off when you failed to show up at the bakery. Although he reassured himself that you didn’t mean to stand him up, surely you would’ve at least told him if something had come up right?

His suspicions are only confirmed when you can’t even bring yourself to look at him during lessons. If he enters a room you’re already in, you’ll make an excuse before hastily making your exit. If you run into each other in town, he sees the way your eyes flicker to him as you suddenly change direction. Trying to pretend that you don’t see him. And on the rare occasion he all but corners you into talking to him, your answers are short and cold.

And that’s why you find yourself where you are now. Sitting in a field near town, on a Friday, alone and reading a book. It’s short-lived though as another presence makes itself known to you. Your heart drops when you mistake him for Jonathan at first, but upon lowering your book you find Dio looking down at you curiously.

“Well, if it isn’t [Name]. I must say it’s a bit surprising to find you out here.��

Clearing your throat you raise your book once more, albeit not as invested as before.

“Where else would I be?”

“I was half expecting you to be with JoJo. It’s rare to see one of you without the other.”

You tried to will the lump in your throat away at the mention of his name. Only able to let out a strained “mhm” as a response.

“Would you mind if I joined you?”

You sigh softly.

“Be my guest.”

Dio took a seat next to you on the grass, close enough so that his shoulder was almost touching yours. A gentle breeze settled into the air as you tried to immerse yourself back into the pages.

“What’s the book about?”

You pause before answering.

“You’ll think it’s weird.”

“Try me.”

Taking your eyes off the book, you look at Dio to find seemingly genuine curiosity. Realising you’re probably not going to get any reading done while he’s there, you close the book and begin explaining.

(This part is skippable, I let my imagination run wild with this one… plus it’s a lil gross)

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It starts off with a boy that discovers a magical garden. This garden was filled with the most beautiful and unbelievable sights. Flowers that sang and a pond with water so clear it sparkled, even the birds that flew around the garden had an enchanting air about them. And at the centre, a tree that grew a peculiar kind of fruit.

Suddenly, a woman appears behind the awestruck boy. He jumps back, startled. The woman chuckles as she explains she’s the sole guardian of this place.

She tells the boy that the fruit from that tree has amazing healing capabilities and can even reverse aging. The boy’s mother was deathly ill with smallpox so this immediately piqued his interest.

He begs the woman if he can take just one, that his mother was dying and he would do anything. She thinks for a moment and before the boy could even blink, one of the fruit lay in her hand.

She says he can have the fruit if he promises to visit her at least once a week. He gives her his word and the woman hands him the fruit.

He thanks her profusely before running back home. He gives his mother the fruit and sure enough, she makes a swift recovery. And true to his word, he visits the garden once every week.

But his mother grows worried as time goes by. Every time he went and came back home, he was slightly… different. The more he went to the garden, the more it became the only thing he would talk about.

His eyes had started to gloss over and his once supple skin was now rough and embedded with feathers. She did everything she could to prevent her son from leaving every week but he somehow always found a way to elude her attempts.

It had gotten so bad that he barely spoke anymore. She pleaded for help from the other villagers but they didn’t believe her, claiming that he looked fine and the time she spent ill had made her mad.

So one day, instead of trying to stop her son she follows him to the garden. From afar she watches as he monotonously approaches the guardian. She greets him but doesn’t receive a response. Despite this, her face contorts into a twisted grin.

The boy stands in front of the woman, tilts his head up and opens his mouth. The woman places her hands on both sides of his face, opening her mouth as well. His mother is horrified as the woman’s mouth opens way beyond human capabilities. The corners of her mouth split open from how wide she opens it.

She has to stop herself from gagging when the woman regurgitates a thick black sludge into the boy’s open mouth. Once she’s finished, the boy swallows and immediately starts convulsing.

The mother can’t believe it as she watches her son morph into a bird. The woman urges him to land on her finger and he obeys. She pets the top of his head before releasing him to fly around the garden, joining all the other birds.

The mother instinctively tries to follow her son, afraid of losing him. But also earning the attention of the guardian.

Although she had seen the tears on the woman’s mouth just moments prior, they were already healed as she looked at her with an eerily warm smile. The guardian steps towards the mother, offering her a fruit from the tree.

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(Okie, back to our regularly scheduled programming!)

Dio looks at you expectantly as you stop.

“What happens next?”

“That’s as far as I’ve gotten.”

You sheepishly look to the ground.

“I know that it’s a bit strange… and also a little dark.”

Dio shakes his head.

“Not at all. I actually find it quite intriguing. Would it be alright if I borrowed it after you’re finished?”

You look up in surprise. Everyone else usually gave you odd looks when you would babble on about the books you liked to read. Well… except for Jonathan, but even then he never really understood why you liked these kinds of books.

So this change of reaction was a pleasant one.

“Of course you can! Do you like these types of books as well?”

“I do, I find books like this to be the most interesting.”

You practically had stars in your eyes at this point.

“Me too! I always got criticism when I was younger about liking it, but something about them is thrilling in a way.”

Dio chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“It surprises me that JoJo fancies these books as well.”

Your mood does a complete 180 as you’re brought back down to earth.

“Oh… he doesn’t…”

Dio raises an eyebrow before you immediately go to clarify.

“He never makes me feel bad about it though! It’s just… not his cup of tea.”

Dio smiles reassuringly at you, silently letting you know there’s no need to explain yourself. But he sees the way you tense every time Jonathan is brought into the conversation.

“Did something happen between you and Jonathan?”

Realising you were doing a terrible job at hiding your true feelings, your shoulders slump.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Just a little.”

Releasing a heavy sigh, you decide to tell him why you’ve been so weird around Jonathan. It’s not that you’re mad at him for what he said, he’s not at fault for having feelings that differ from yours. You can’t force him to return your affections. It doesn’t stop it from hurting though. When you’re finished getting it all out, you have tear streaks staining your cheeks. But you actually feel a tiny bit better.

“Have you told him how you feel?”

You sniffle.

“There’s no point… I already know how he feels and it would only put more of a strain on our friendship than I already have.

Besides… he’s probably interested in that girl he was talking to.”

There’s a moment of silence between you two.

Dio brings a hand to your face, gently wiping away the new set of tears that escaped your eyes. Resting his palm on the side of your cheek, he gazes into your eyes. He’s looking at you with such intensity it feels as if you two are the only people in the world. Like even if there were other people around, he would only see you.

“For what it’s worth, I think Jonathan is a fool for letting you go.”

He starts leaning in closer.

“If a girl like you had her eyes set on me, I would do everything in my power to show her just how much I appreciate her.

There would be no doubt in her mind what place she holds in my life.”

Your eyes widen as his lips graze yours.

“And I’d spend every day making sure she knows that.”

You’re suddenly yanked up from the ground, being pulled away from Dio. You realise that Jonathan is the culprit and your heart stops.

“We need to talk.”

Before you can even think of protesting, Jonathan is already tugging you towards the carriage he used to get to town. You barely have time to give Dio a quick wave goodbye as you’re whisked away, leaving your book long forgotten.

The ride to Jonathan’s home was tense and awkward, neither of you saying a word. After what feels like eons, you finally arrive at the mansion. Jonathan grasps your hand as the carriage door swings open, stepping outside and dragging you with him.

He pulls you into the manor, not stopping for even a moment as you almost trip up the stairs.

“Jonathan, wait!”

You whisper-shout, afraid of disturbing Mr Joestar in the event he was indeed home. Jonathan doesn’t respond as you continue to ascend the stairs.

“Jonathan.”

You reiterate, trying to get his attention. His grip on your hand only tightens as he leads you down the hall. The door to his room swings open and he brings the two of you inside, closing the door.

He lets go of you briefly to grab a chair from the corner of the room, placing it behind the pre-existing chair at his desk. After turning that chair to face the one he just set down, his hand finds yours again and he guides you to the seat closest to the desk. Sitting you down, he takes his seat in front of you. You feel guilt when you see the exasperated look in his eyes, although, it softens as he examines your face.

“You’ve been crying.”

Palming your cheek, his expression turns to one of concern. You brush his hand away while averting his gaze, unable to maintain eye contact any longer.

“I’m fine.”

Jonathan envelopes your hands with his own, rubbing the backs with the pads of his thumbs in soothing circles. Your hands feel so warm in his.

“Please [Name], I can tell when you have something on your mind.”

You look to him to find nothing but kindness in Jonathan’s eyes. The words are caught in your throat as you contemplate how to tell him. How to tell him that your heart flutters at the sight of his face. How to tell him that you love the sound of his laughter. How his compassion for others makes you love him even more every day. How to tell him that you know he doesn’t feel the same way. And how the thought of someone who isn't you being by his side is more than you can bear. Would he think less of you?

“Have I done something wrong?”

You’re snapped out of your train of thought when you hear the slight tremble in Jonathan’s voice.

“Is that why you turned to him instead?”

Was he referring to Dio? No, he was the one who approached you! You’re quick to explain.

“That’s not it at all!”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

You sigh.

“You didn’t do anything, JoJo. I’m just afraid that once I tell you… you won’t want to be around me anymore.”

Jonathan holds your hands close, trying to comfort you.

“That will never happen [Name], you are my best friend. I couldn’t possibly fathom the idea of my life without you in it.”

There it is, the word friend. You suppress a sob as you try to collect yourself. This moment was inevitable you tell yourself. At least once it’s over, you can move on. Though you doubt you ever truly will. Exhaling shakily, you meet Jonathan’s gaze.

“Do you remember last Friday, how I didn’t show up at the bakery?”

He nods.

“Well… that’s a lie, because I did show up. I was looking for you when I heard your voice. And that you were talking… with another girl.”

Jonathan’s eyes widen as it clicks.

“You must’ve heard our conversation. I’m so sorry [Name], what that girl said was completely inappropriate. I immediately denied that anything-”

“Please just let me finish!”

Jonathan is taken aback by your sudden outburst. He sees the way your shoulders tremble, how your eyebrows are furrowed and the thick tears running down your face. He shuts his mouth, wordlessly apologising. Taking a deep breath, you continue.

“I know how you feel about me, that’s why I haven’t been able to face you lately. Because my feelings for you… and your feelings for me are too different.”

You see the confused look on Jonathan’s face. God he’s dense… but that’s another thing you love about him.

“I’m in love with you Jonathan.”

Your chest constricts as Jonathan’s expression turns to shock. But you can’t stop now, so you go on.

“I’ve known for a while now. That I don’t think of you as a friend.”

Your throat tightens as you utter your next words.

“And I know that you don’t think of me the same way. I can’t blame you for that. But the thought of you holding someone else in your arms causes me such grief it feels like I might die.”

Jonathan’s mouth is still agape. You smile sadly at him.

“You must think I’m so selfish.”

Jonathan’s lips come crashing into yours. You let out a surprised gasp that he swallows hungrily. He brings a hand to cup the back of your head as he looms over you, pulling you closer, leaning the other hand on the desk for support. The contrast between the softness of his lips and the roughness of the kiss is dizzying, you subconsciously bring your hands to his chest to try and ground yourself. Your heart jumps as you’re tugged from your seat and Jonathan’s mouth leaves yours. You inhale breathlessly.

“JoJo.”

“The selfish one is me [Name].”

Jonathan’s hands are suddenly on your waist and you yelp as he lifts you onto the desk. You were so distracted that you didn’t notice him move the chair and guide you closer to the furniture. Your back hits the wall as he kisses you again, shorter than the first but still just as desperate. He trails several kisses across your jawline and onto your neck, earning an involuntary mewl from you. He murmurs into your skin.

“I can’t pretend anymore. Not once have I thought of you as a friend since I’ve known you [Name].”

He stops his assault to stare lovingly into your eyes. Grasping one of your hands and bringing it to his cheek, he plants a gentle peck in your palm.

“For years I’ve yearned for you in secrecy and silence. And after hearing that you feel the same, it’s taking all I have to control myself. My body aches for you so much that it hurts.”

You’re baffled that he can say something so obscene with such an innocent expression. Much less about you.

“What about that other girl?”

“Everything I told her was a lie. I recognised her, she’s one of the girls Dio sneaks into the manor while father is away.”

He smiles at you mischievously.

“He thinks that I don’t know.”

Processing the new information, you guess that it makes sense. But you thought the feud between Jonathan and Dio had ended years ago? And there’s still one other thing that confuses you.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Jonathan’s smile fades into something more serious, but the affection in his eyes is still genuine.

“I know I’ve said that what happened between Dio and I is long behind me. But after all he’s done… I couldn’t bring myself to trust him. If he found out… I couldn’t trust him around you.”

Jonathan’s lips pout slightly

“And I was right! When we were separated he didn’t waste a moment trying to kiss you!”

A small grin makes its way on your face as you realise. Why Jonathan had acted so rashly when he saw you with Dio. Maybe it was you that was the dense one.

“You were jealous!”

His pout deepens as a light pink dusts his cheeks.

“It’s not nice to tease [Name]!”

You can’t help but think he looks extremely cute like this. And you can’t help but want more.

“You. Were. Jeal-ous! You. Were. Jeal-ous! You. Were. Jeal-ous!”

“Can you blame me?”

You let out a surprised squeak as Jonathan suddenly slides you closer to him by your hips. With your hands on his chest and the way you’re looking up at him, something stirs in Jonathan as he whispers into your ear.

“I want to be the only one that gets to see you like this.”

His hands travel up the sides of your body as his lips find your neck once more.

“The only one who gets to touch you like this.”

You cover your mouth to try and suppress a whimper. He grabs that hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

“The only one who gets to hear you like this.”

He looks up at you with clouded eyes.

“When it comes to you my love, I am insatiable.”

#☾ phantom blood ☾#jjba x reader #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jojo x reader #jonathan joestar x reader #⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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