#‘I’m impressed. most girls—well I shouldn’t say girls—most PEOPLE can’t do this’

[roylustang]

Me when my PT tells me I have an ass that won’t quit: 😏

[reidtina]

Vodka Girl

Pairing: jack schlossberg x fem!reader

Content warnings: +18 MDI public sex (im only noticing now that thats kind of my thing now lol), vaginal fingering, petnames (vodka girl, pretty girl, whiskey guy), orgasm, alcohol, casual sex (:()

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: Before Jack Schlossberg was the president of the USA and dated Y/N, he was a recent Harvard graduate and she was a Vogue photographer covering an event at the White House.

a/n: this is kind of a prequel to the president!jack fanfictions on my profile, but can also be read independently. repost and like it if you like it, also requests open for jack and spencer reid! and sorry i disappeared, i was kinda unmotivated and didnt have ideas. its on ao3 too

It had been only a few months since you became a photographer for Vogue and you still hadn’t gotten totally used to the fanciness and all the famous and important people you had to photograph, but tonight was especially important, you were covering an event in the White House, which meant having to be around a few of the most important men and women in the whole country. It’s been hours and nothing had gone wrong so far, so you decided to reward yourself with a little drink, who could blame you? You’ve been working for hours and hadn’t eaten or drunken anything so far. So you make your way to the bar and sit down, but before you could order anything a man sat next to you with a beer on his hand and as much as you tried to stay professional, you couldn’t help but notice he was really hot, he had dark hair, was tall, was wearing a suit, well, every men there was, but he looked better than all of them in it. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite put a name to the face yet, but considering this was an event for high-classed people, it wasn’t surprising people here looked familiar.

You probably shouldn’t have stared so much at his hands, because he definitely noticed, as he said: “No ring”, which really confused you, and he could see it on your face because he felt the need to explain himself  “I’m sorry, I thought you were checking my fingers for a wedding ring or something, my bad” He said and chuckled embarrassed, making you join him in the laughter.

 “No, I was just impressed with how nice your hands are” the second the words came out of your mouth you wanted to die, why the fuck would anyone say that? Fuck. But somehow that didn’t freak him out or made him get up and leave, instead he laughed and said: “I’m Jack, by the way”

“Y/N.” You smiled politely

“Would you like to come with me, Y/N?” he said near to your ear “This party is so boring” he added. You didn’t know what to do, you were here for work, after all, but it’s been hours and you had taken more than enough photos already, maybe you could give yourself a half hour break. So you nod saying “Yeah, sure, why not?”

“Come on.” he softly laughed as he took you by the hand to the beautiful moonlit garden. He took a deep breath before stopping between a bench and a wall, looking around to check if anyone was looking. He then looked down at the bottle of beer and then at you, smiling before opening the bottle and taking a long sip, making a disgusted face as he pulled it away, “Ah, I hate this stuff.” He chuckled and passed you the bottle.

You take a sip from the bottle as well and agreed saying “Yeah, me too”

He laughed, grabbing the bottle from your hand, putting his lips where yours were just a few moments ago, before taking a sip again, wincing at the bad taste. “I'm more of a whiskey kind of man.” He said, looking at the bottle and then at you with the corner of his eye.

“I’m more of a vodka kind of woman.”

He chuckled again, taking another sip, “Vodka girl, uh?” he said, leaning against the wall and facing you, “Any particular reason why?”

“I like the way it goes down” you say with a smirk, trying to be sexy and funny to impress him. You weren’t usually like this, you tended to act natural around guys, but he’s just so hot you can’t risk being weird or boring.

He smirked too, crossing his arms on his chest and taking another sip before passing you the almost empty bottle. “No reason to be surprised you drink vodka, though, you have the look for it.” he teased, making an obvious look up and down on you.

You tilt your head to the side and raise your eyebrows before asking playfully, yet genuinely curious “What's that supposed to mean?”

He chuckled at your pose, taking the almost empty bottle from your hands before putting it on the bench next to you and taking a step closer. He looked at you up and down once again, a smirk on his lips.

“You look like you have a strong but soft personality, vodka is strong, and you make a soft impression. You also have a sharp gaze.” He said, looking deep into your eyes.

You chuckle, nervous with his sudden closeness “I'll take that”

He smiled, slowly stepping closer until you were pressed against the wall behind you, his hands on each side of you, against the wall, trapping you, but not making full contact with you yet. “So, vodka girl..." he said in a low tone. “What's the story? Here alone?”

“I’m a photographer for Vogue, I’m just covering the event. You?”

He chuckled, slowly resting the tip of his fingers on your hips, moving them slightly to the side, but still keeping a small distance between your bodies.

He looked into your eyes with a smirk on his lips, “I'm just here by myself, politics is a family business, you know?” When he said that, something clicked inside your brain and you realized who he was, he was Jack Schlossberg, JFK’s grandson. “I just graduated college, so now I’m being more active in these kind of events with my family.” His attractiveness was already making you nervous, but now there was his name to make things harder. A Kennedy? Is your dress pretty enough to be around someone like that? How do you even breath? You have to act cool, so you smile. He smiles back “So I see we are the same.” he said  while softly caressing your sides up and down, “Both alone at this boring event, no one is wearing a ring, which means we are both single, right?”

You chuckle, you were so nervous, but he’s so nice, so it’s suddenly easier to breath and so you say “I think so, I am at least”

He smiled once again, tilting his head to the side, “I'm single too.” he said, his voice lower and his eyes never leaving yours. He slowly and softly moved his fingers to your hips, “So both single at a boring event, we came here alone and now we are alone in the garden...”

You smile and say “It looks like it, what do you think about it?”

“I think...” he whispered, his fingers digging into your sides on your hips, “I think a pretty girl like you shouldn't be spending the night alone.”

“Oh, yeah? And how are we going to fix this?” you ask, finally thinking you’re being cool enough. He chuckled and finally moved his body fully in contact with yours, pinning you against the wall by your hips, “I have an idea.” he said in a low tone by your ear, his hands slowly sliding up your sides. “Hm, tell me.” you said, knowing you should stop it, but unable to actually do it.

He smirked, his hands now fully touching your body and his lips close to your ear, “I think we should spend the end of the night together...” he whispered, slowly letting his teeth graze the skin on your neck. You smirk “Sounds good to me” no, it doesn’t, what the fuck are you doing, Y/N? You’re working here, for fuck’s sake, why did you say that it’s good?

He smiled and slowly left a trail of kisses on your neck, his body pressing against you even more. “I'm glad you agree, vodka girl.” This nickname made you feel things that you probably shouldn’t be feeling right here, right now, but it’s impossible to contain it when a man this hot is around you. He slowly began moving his lips up to your jawline, “So we have a plan for the night, hm?”

“Yeah, we do, whiskey guy” you hope the nickname does the same to him as it did to you.  He chuckled against your skin, “I love that nickname.” he said before putting his hand under your chin and tilting your head slightly to the side, allowing access to more of your neck. He began leaving a few more kisses on the side of your neck, his hand leaving your chin and slowly moving down your body, his fingers tracing your shape.

He began moving back to your ear, his hot breath against your skin as he whispered, “I have one rule, vodka girl.” His fingers played with the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it up and exposing more skin, touching it ever so softly. This was so, so wrong but so hard to resist, so you can’t help the words “And what is it?” from coming out of your mouth. He slowly lifted your leg up with his free hand, his fingers digging into your skin while lifting it and pinning it against the wall between his body and yours. So, so wrong.  He looked into your eyes as he leaned closer, his face millimeters from yours, almost touching your lip, “You have to be silent.”

Okay, it’s beyond wrong, but it’s so hot. “What? You’re going to do me here?” You ask, still a little nervous and surprised.  He smirked, taking your earlobe between his teeth and slowly started moving his hand further up on your leg, his touch leaving you craving more. “Can you be quiet?” he whispered, his lips just above your neck. Fuck it, you only live once or whatever.

“That depends on how good you are” you finally gave in to your desires. He chuckled, moving his hand even further up your leg, the thin fabric of your dress the only thing stopping him from touching you. “Oh, pretty girl, you don't know the limits to my good time.” he said as he started slowly leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your jaw. “Then I can't promise i can be quiet, I might have to bite you to keep my mouth shut” you smirked. He bit his lip, moving his hand to your hip and pressing his body against yours, the pressure almost making you gasp but you somehow managed to stay silent. “Bite whatever you want, vodka girl, but keep quiet, we're out in the open after all. We wouldn't want to get caught.” He leaned his face closer to you, his nose almost touching yours, “Unless...” he paused, his voice low and seductive, “Unless you don't mind being heard, hm?”

That question brought out a seductive chuckle from you and you asked him: “Does the idea of me being loud out here in public risking getting caught turn you on?” He groaned lowly as he heard the question, his eyes closing from the sound of your chuckle, “You have no idea...” he said, his voice shaky now. His body was fully pressed against yours, and you can feel exactly how it affected him, especially on the spot under his belt.

You fake innocence while playing with his tie. He swallowed hard, feeling you slowly toying with his tie as he tried to form words in his mind, the heat of your touch making it hard to think. He needed no further invitation, the look on your eyes was enough to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you, so he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to a more secluded part of the garden, far away from any guests or cameras, making sure no one could see you.

“You asked for it, vodka girl.” He said as he gently sat you down on a soft patch of grass next to a wall, his body covering yours as he pinned you against the ground, his body pressed between your legs, and his lips just above your neck. He began attacking your neck with kisses, his tongue and teeth now on your skin. He whispered, his breath hot against your ear, “Now be quiet.”

You chuckle as you say “Whatever you say, boss”. He smirked as the sound of your words hit his ear, moving his lips to your ear, “That's a good girl.” He whispered into it. He started leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while slowly moving his hands to the hem of your dress, slipping his hands underneath the thin fabric.

His touch was light and teasing, slowly moving up higher on your legs, “I want to hear those pretty little moans of yours, pretty girl.” he whispered against your neck, his fingers digging into the skin on your leg.

“Then touch me and make me cry out for you” you said, getting bolder and bolder as desire began taking over you, unable to contain yourself, even knowing the dangers of keeping it going, this was John Fucking Kennedy's grandson after all, your grandma probably had the hots for his grandpa and now he was here, about to fuck you.

“With pleasure.” he said as he began moving his hands higher, his fingers feeling your skin as they inched upward, slowly but getting closer to where you craved him. Thankfully you were wearing good underwear. He began sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys where your hair would cover later, thankfully, but still making sure he left his mark as he finally reached the edge of your underwear, “I want to hear you, vodka girl. I want to hear all the pretty noises you make when I touch you. But only I can hear it, got it?” You nod and beg: “Please.” He chuckled, his breath hot against your ear, "Please what, pretty girl?" he teased, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear.

“Please, just touch me” you ask impatiently.

He smiled against your neck, enjoying the way you're melting under his touch. ”Say, please again and I'll give you exactly what you want.” he whispered, his fingers still tracing up and down the edge of your underwear. “Please, I need your fingers deep inside me” you begged, too horny to feel embarrassed. He smirked, his lips hovering over your ear, “That's a good girl.” He didn't make you wait any longer, his hands finally moving where you wanted him, a soft moan escaping your lips almost immediately as his fingers found your entrance and started moving in and out of you. He groaned as you let out a sound, his body still pressing against yours as much as it could “Careful, pretty girl. You don't want to be too loud.” He began slowly and gently caressing your clit with his thumb while still moving his fingers in and out of you, his touch soft but firm, making sure to build up the tension. His lips left your ear and you pull him in for a kiss to try and stay quiet.

He was caught off guard by your sudden pull but quickly melted into the kiss, his tongue slipping through your lips, tasting you, and exploring the inside of your mouth while his hand continued exploring your pussy. You moan softly through the kiss and he lets out a low growl, the sound of your moan only driving him further. He continued to kiss you, his tongue tangled with yours, while his free hand slowly moved up your body, touching and exploring every inch of you. He muttered between kisses, his voice low and ragged, “You taste so good, vodka girl. You made my night"

“Can you please fuck me?” You ask without thinking of the consequences, right now nothing else mattered, only having his dick deep inside you. He groaned at your question, his body reacting to your words and the sound of your panting. “What a polite woman asking ‘please’.” he said, his voice low and seductive, the sound of it sending a shiver through you. He whispered in your ear, “Do you wanna feel me, vodka girl?” to which you couldn't say anything other than “Yes, please.” He smirked, slowly moving his fingers away from your body, leaving you craving his touch.

He let out a deep-throated chuckle, his breath warm against your ear, “You're such a good girl, so I'm going to give you exactly what you want.” his words made your body build up with anticipation.

He began gently biting and sucking on your neck, but making sure not to leave marks where your hair wouldn't cover later, while his hands began to move down, slowly pushing up the fabric of your dress. “Do you have a condom?” you ask and he chuckled, slowly pulling away from your neck to look into your eyes. “I do." he said, his voice low and seductive, "I always come prepared.”

You roll your eyes playfully “To this kind of event? What a man whore.” as much as you were joking, you couldn't help but feel a bit of jealousy, you must be sick. He laughed, pinning you to the ground again, his body entirely covering yours, “I can't resist when I'm around a beautiful woman like you, vodka girl. You make me weak”

You pushed any jealousy away and asked “Then please fuck me already”

He moved closer to your ear, whispering, “When you ask like that, how can I say no, vodka girl?” and you take it as your sign to start unbuckling his belt, he lets out a sharp gasp at the feeling of your hands on his pants. “Eager, are we?” he said in a low tone, his breathing getting heavier with the way you were touching him. You roll your eyes and tease “Oh, shut up, we have to be quick, you know that” He chuckled “You're quite feisty, vodka girl. I like that.” He leaned in closer, his face hovering millimeters from yours, “But not that quick, though. I'm going to make sure you remember my name when we're done.” he said it as if you could forget him, but his words send shivers up your spine either way and you reply in a whisper “Just quick enough to make sure we don't get caught.”

”Don't worry, pretty girl. I'm used to multitasking. I'll make sure you're completely satisfied, and we won't be caught.” as he finishes that sentence he pulls out a condom from his pocket and pulls his pants just down enough to take his cock out, and fuck, what a dick, it was big and thick, and you knew it'd hit just the right spots. He smirked, his eyes fixed on you as he quickly rolls the condom onto himself, when he's ready he positions himself between your legs, his body pressing yours down, his eyes holding an intense look of hunger and desire, “Are you ready, vodka girl?”

You nod, not finding the words, but that was all the invitation he needed, as he slowly pushed your panties to the side and began pushing it inside you, when he felt how thigh your pussy was, he groaned, the sound deep and full of the need he had for you. Once he had already entered all his length in you, he started moving himself against you, his eyes locked on yours, “Say my name. I want to hear you.” You moan softly at his request “Jack, please”

His body shuddered from the sound of his name on your lips. ”That's a good girl” he said in a low voice. “Say it again.”

“Jack, we have to be quiet” you moan between thrusts.

He started moving a little faster, his body pressed against yours as he whispered, “You're just too sexy, I can't resist you.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him even closer, “You're unbelievable, vodka girl.”

He continued to move inside of you, his body pressing against yours, both your breathes heavy and ragged. “You feel so good. I can't get…” He couldn't find the words to speak as the pleasure continued to build up between you. He was close, and he knew you were close to the edge too. He groaned, his body shuddering, “You're so perfect. I can't hold back anymore. Say my name once again”

“Jack” you moan softly into his ear and the sound of your voice mixed with your hot breath into his ear make his body shudder with release, and he whispers your name back in your ear over and over as the waves of pleasure wash over him.

He collapses on top of you, panting and trying to catch his breath, “You're incredible, Y/N. I wasn't expecting anything like this tonight.” You try to catch your breath as you pull the hem of your dress down again and pull your panties back to their place. He gently rolls onto his back beside you, still catching his breath, and turns to look at you as he removes the condom and pulls his pants up. He smiles, his eyes still holding a hint of desire and satisfaction. “You're quite the troublemaker, vodka girl.” he teased, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face with his free hand.

“I could same the same about you, whiskey guy.”

He chuckled, rolling onto his side to face you. “Me, a troublemaker? I'm innocent.” he says, giving you an mock innocent look before grinning and reaching out to trace a finger along your cheek, “You're the one who got me all worked up, pretty girl.”

As a little bit of reasoning thinking washes over you, you say: “Maybe we should get back to the party now, we can't risk someone seeing us lying down on the garden.” He sighs, reluctantly agreeing “You're right. We can't risk getting caught.”

He sits up, buckling his belt and straightening his hair, before making a knot on the used condom and putting it into his pocket. “Well, this is kinda gross” he laughs and offers you the other hand. “But let's head back in and try to look innocent.” You take his hand while laughing and get up.

He leads you back to the inside, his hand still holding yours. As you enter the room again, you both try to act nonchalant, like nothing happened, but nobody seems to have noticed your absence either way. He whispers to you, trying not to attract attention, “We gotta act natural, vodka girl. Don't want to raise suspicion.” The fact that he’s worrying now when he’s then one that initiated the whole thing makes you chuckle and you say “I think we’re in the clear now”

He chuckles too, the tension of getting caught slowly fading away. “You’re right, looks like we’re in the clear” he agreed after looking around the room. “So, I think I should try to get back to the boring conversations, but before I go, can I get your number?” he asked and after you gave it to him and got back to work, he spent the rest of the night thinking about you, looking around the room, hoping to get a glance of you.

[rebelliousstories]

Ten Thousand Candles

Kiss Me You Animal

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Zylia “The Freak” Shelley

Fandom: Fallout

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Strong Language, Mentions of Death and Killing

Word Count: 711

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

//Chapter Two//

Kiss Me You Animal Masterlist: Here

Summary: Cooper is not too sure if he is impressed or fed up with this new girl. Probably both.

Have you ever seen someone who just looks like if you say the wrong thing, no matter how small, they would hurt you and everyone in the immediate vicinity? That was Cooper Howard right now. He was tearing through the town faster than a bat out of hell, trailing after a girl. Why was he following this girl? Because just a few minutes ago they met, as she stole his bounty that she was now cashing in on.

Walking into town, he just caught the trail of the unearthly colored hair disappearing into the shop where the bounty originated. He gritted his teeth, and waited outside until she was to return. Cooper found a rocking chair, and waited. He was a patient man, and that was being put to the test as he sat there. Most people passed by him without so much as a glance, but others took one look at him and scurried away. It did not much matter to him anymore. He had two hundred years to come to terms with his new state.

Seeing her white hair come through the door, he took note and noticed her shoving something in her bag. He stood up slowly, marching his way up to her while she was distracted.

“Well, gotta say, sure as shit been a long time since someone stole my bounty from right under me.” Howard drawled, almost jovial in his speech. The woman’s head whipped up to see The Ghoul in front of her once more.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so slow then, Ghoulie.” She teased, finding joy in annoying him.

“I wasn’t slow,” he growled, “you were just a sneaky little minx who can’t keep her sticky fingers away from what’s not hers.” Cooper stepped closer to the woman, assessing whether or not he needed to draw his gun. But she just laughed.

“That ain’t how I remember it.” The still unknown woman got even closer to Cooper, and toyed with the edge of his jacket. He snatched it away, and stepped away with a flourish.

“Now, only time Imma tell you. Give me the caps that you got paid for my bounty, and we’ll be on our way.” His hand rested on his pistol while the other was outstretched.

“And if I don’t give you my caps for my bounty?” She replied, brushing a hand through her hair nonchalantly.

“I’d hate to kill someone as pretty as you now darlin’.” Cooper smiled, and hoped she would do the right thing. As she stood there, contemplating, The Ghoul was steadily losing his patience. She came closer and closer to his outstretched gloved hand, until it was resting right against her stomach. Sifting through her bag, she placed a singular bottle cap in his hand and closed his fingers around it.

“For you troubles. Name’s Zylia, by the way. Next time don’t be so slow.” The now named woman patted Cooper on the shoulder, and began to walk away from him. However, he had different plans. Howard stood there with the cap in his hand, and a million thoughts running through his head. Pocketing the cap, he turned to where Zylia was walking away.

“Do you have a death wish?” He called, making her stop for a brief moment. Even from all this distance, the pink eyes she held pierced his very soul.

“Maybe. What’s it to you?” Zylia responded, toying with a strand of hair.

“Do you know who I am?” Cooper questioned again, fully turning his body to face her.

“No. Should I?” Once more, his patience was being tested. Cooper moved his duster out of the way and rested a hand on his pistol that was still holstered.

“Little girl, I’m really not in the mood for this. Give me the caps.” He repeated, fully ready for a shoot out.

“Little girl? Well, I might be little, but not young enough to be a girl. I’m just gonna be on my way if that’s alright with you, Ghoul.” Again, Zylia turned around and began to walk away from the man. He chuckled softly, before drawing his pistol and aiming it at the girl.

It all happened in a flash, but the sound was one that was an everyday occurrence in the Wastelands.

Bang!

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Phoenix and the Crow

part thirty-two

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: neutral

el's thoughts: again, thank you for being so patient with meee!! from a writing aspect, i'm almost done with the series! and it's wilddd i'm currently finishing up chapter thirty-five and my heart hurts knowing that i'm kinda almost done..

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Y/N stared silently at Kaz while he watched Inej intently, his bitter coffee eyes glittering in the light from the dome.

Inej explained how the costumes would be their masks. How the Fjerdans would only see a Suli lynx and a Kaelish mare. Not people, not even really girls, just lovely objects to be collected.

“It’s a risk,” said Kaz.

“What job isn’t?”

“Kaz, how are you, Matthias and Y/N going to get through?” asked Nina. “We might need you for locks, and if things go bad on the island, I don’t want to be stranded. I doubt you can pass yourselves off as members of the houses.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” said Kaz. “Helvar’s been holding out on us.”

“Have you?” asked Y/N.

“It’s not-” Matthias dragged a hand over his cropped hair. “How do you know these things, demjin?” he growled at Kaz.

“Logic. The whole Ice Court is a masterpiece of fail-safes and doubled systems. That glass bridge is impressive, but in an emergency, there would have to be another way to get reinforcements to the White Island and get the royal family out.”

Y/N and Jesper shared a smirk at the sight of Matthias’ baffled expression.

“Yes,” said Matthias in exasperation. “There’s another way to the White Island. But it’s messy.” He glanced at Nina. “And it certainly can’t be done in a gown.”

“Hold on,” Jesper interrupter. “Who cares if you can all get onto the White Island? Let’s say Nina sparkles Yul-Bayur’s location out of some Fjerdan higher-up, and you get him back here. We’ll be trapped/ By then, the prison guards will have completed their search and are going to know seven inmates got out of the sector somehow. Any chance we have of making it through the embassy gates and the checkpoints will be gone.”

Kaz peered past the dome to the embassy’s open courtyard and the ringwall gatehouse beyond.

“Wylan, how hard would it be to disable one of these gates?”

“To get it open?”

“No, to keep it closed.”

“You mean break it?” Wylan shrugged. “I don’t think it would be too difficult. I couldn’t see the mechanism when we entered the prison gate, but from the layout, I’m guessing it’s pretty standard.”

“Pulleys, cogs, some really big screws?”

“Well, yes, and a sizable winch. The cables wrap around it like a big spool, and the guards just turn it with some kind of handle or wheel.”

“I know how a winch works. Can you take one apart?”

“I think so, but it’s the alarm system the cables are attached to that’s complicated. I doubt I could do it without triggering Black Protocol.”

“Good,” said Kaz. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”

Jesper held up a hand. “I’m sorry, isn’t Black Protocol the thing we want to avoid at all costs?”

“I do seem to remember something about certain doom,” said Nina.

“Not if we use it against them.” Y/N spoke up causing Kaz to give her a nod. “Tonight, most of the Court’s security is concentrated on the White Island and right here at the embassy. When Black Protocol sounds, the glass bridge will shut down, trapping all those guards on the island along with the guests.”

“But what about Matthias’ rout off the island?” asked Nina.

“They can’t move a major force that way,” Matthias conceded. “At least not quickly.”

Kaz gazed out at the White Island, head filter, eyes slightly unfocused.

“Scheming face,” Inej murmured.

Y/N nodded. “Definitely.”

“Three gates in the ringwall,” Kaz said. “The prison gate is already locked up tight because of Yellow Protocol. The embassy gate is a bottle neck crammed with guests—the Fjerdans aren’t going to get the troops through there. Jesper, that just leaves the gate in the druskelle sector for you and Wylan to handle. You use it to engage Black Protocol, then wreck it. Break it badly enough that any guards who manage to mobilize can’t get out to follow us.”

“I’m all for locking the Fjerdans in their own fortress,” said Jesper. “Truly. But how do we get out? Once we trigger Black Protocol, you guys will be trapped on that island, and we’ll be trapped in the outer circle. We have no weapons and no demo materials.”

Kaz’s grin was sharp as a razor. “Thank goodness we’re proper thieves. We’re going to do a little shopping—and it’s all going on Fjerda’s tab.”

~

Y/N looked at her strange crew, barefoot and shivering in their soot-stained prison uniforms, their features limned by the golden light of the dome, softened by the mist that hung in the air.

What bound them together? Greed? Desperation? Was it just the knowledge that if one or all of them disappeared tonight, no one would come looking? Maybe Nikolai would send a few troops to search but that was out of duty. Y/N had no one to shed a tear and mourn her life. She had no family, no parents, no siblings, only people to fight beside. And she knew that was always something to be grateful for, too.

It was Jesper who spoke first. “No mourners,” he said with a grin.

“No funerals,” they replied in unison. Even Matthias muttered the words softly.

“If any of you survive, make sure I have an open casket,” Jesper said as he hefted two slender could of rope over his shoulder and signaled for Wylan to follow him across the roof. “The world deserves a few more moments with this face.”

Y/N was only slightly surprised to see the intensity of the look that passed between Matthias and Nina. Something had changed between them after the battle with the Shu, but she couldn’t be sure what.

Matthias cleared his throat and gave Nina an awkward little bow. “A word?” he asked.

Nina returned the bow with considerably more panache, and let him lead her away.

Inej gave the inferni a soft smile and slipped the recognizable pair of black leather gloves into her hands. The Suli nodded towards Kaz and slipped away to wait for Nina.

Y/N turned to face him and walked to his side.

“I have something for you,” she said as she held out his gloves.

He stared at them. “How-”

“I got them from the discarded clothes and gave them to Inej before she made the climb.”

He pulled the gloves on slowly, and she watched his pale, vulnerable hands disappear beneath the leather. They were trickster hands—long, graceful fingers made for prying open locks, hiding coins, making things vanish.

“When we get back to Ketterdam, I’m heading back to Ravka right away.”

He looked away. “You should. You’re too good for the Barrel anyway.”

She hummed and closed her eyes tightly in frustration. She didn’t know what she expected from him but she wanted more.

He reached down to hold her wrist. “Y/N.” His gloved thumb moved over her pulse, tracing the top of a burn scar she got when she miss caught her first flame. “If we don’t make it out, I want you to know … ”

She waited. She felt hope rustling its wings inside her, ready to take flight at the right words from Kaz. She willed that hope into stillness. Those words would never come. Hope is dangerous.

She reached up and touched his cheek. She thought he might flinch again, even pull away from her. He let her hand cup his cheek. His skin was cool and damp from the rain. He stayed still, just barely leaning closer to her warm touch.

“If we don’t survive this night, I will die unafraid, Kaz. Can you say the same?”

His eyes were nearly black, the pupils dilated. She could see his dazed gaze focus back onto her, still not pulling away. She knew it was the best he could offer at the moment and she nodded softly.

She dropped her hand. He took a deep breath.

Kaz had said he didn’t want her prayers and she wouldn’t speak them, but she wished his safe and sane nonetheless.

Matthias stood a few feet away from the pair, grabbing the Inferni’s attention.

“Let’s go, Kaz.”

~*~

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@wisteriaum If you'd like, you can accept this as tribute for your magnificent art! (This was sort of a scene from a WIP, but it doesn't require any context to be understood since it probably won't fit into the plot.)

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In a Modern AU:

Rafal: Why are we friends?

Sophie: I answered the Scheherazade question on trivia night that you couldn’t.

Rafal: Mm. Shouldn’t call you or Rhian a friend or a loved one. Most people get to choose them. You two are more like shots in the heart I can’t remove. Not even surgically. Which senior superlative did you get voted for?

Sophie: “Most Dramatic.” Though, I suppose that’s a given, considering I’m in theater.

Rafal: Huh. That’s surprisingly unproblematic.

Sophie: What do you mean? What did you win, then? [she posed the question, tilting her head.]

Rafal: “Most Likely to Say the Ends Justify the Means,” [he groused.]

Sophie: [drily] Fitting. Verily. How astute of them to notice. [she laughs.] You should be thankful that there isn’t one for “Most Likely to Commit Genocide.”

Rafal: Do I really come across to others that terribly?

Sophie: Not to me. But to everyone else? Yes. Let’s just say you make a certain impression on most. But, you hate almost everyone anyway. And, I know you find me amusing.

Rafal: I don’t hate everyone. I just… find them unstimulating. That’s all.

Sophie: [sighs]

Rafal: What’s that supposed to mean?

Sophie: Nothing, darling, except that, well—no one is likely to act any more interesting than they usually are around you, especially if they fear you. They’re inhibited when in your presence. And, they’re not dull. Granted, some of them are. But most of them are… tolerable. Maybe, more than that: adequate or competent, if we’re speaking in your terms.

Rafal: What do you mean, my terms?

Sophie: You evaluate most people based on what they can offer you and how you can best use them to your own ends, like an old fogey calling the police about oafish children on his lawn, unless they do your yard work.

Rafal: I—

Sophie: Don’t think I haven’t noticed. At the start, you only spared me a glance when I answered the questions you couldn't. Though, I suppose your brother and I are the exceptions, hmm?

Rafal: [stares speechless for a moment.] You read me too well. Never do that in public ever again.

Sophie: Of course, but you’ve got to play your part. Be unpredictable to me for once.

Rafal: There’s no winning with you, is there? [he sighs, resigned.]

Sophie: When has there ever been a chance? I’m your match. Don’t forget it. [she sweeps away.]

Rafal: [dourly] Check. And mate.

Rhian: [steps up, not knowing the context of Rafal’s last conversation] There. Now, you’ve really done it! Blown it with the only girl who’s ever had the nerve and a sufficiently inflated ego to speak to you. Do you know how hard it was to get her paired up with you on trivia night?! I had to convince her you were worth her time!

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies, mostly about yesterday’s posts: Lilidia kiss and Aether portrait.

Anonymous asked:

It finally happened. Someone accused me of being a creep just cause I said we shouldn’t spend too much time moralizing over cartoon characters and that we literally have scientific evidence to say so. I’m the one with the oc that I’m shipping with ortho with the open minded mom. It’s time to start posting the most cute and wholesome ship art on main.

-💜🌹

💜🌹Anon, it’s great that you are expressing your opinion honestly, and I am very sorry that you are getting called a creep for that. Unfortunately, the “you’re creep” type of people don’t usually listen to reason because accepting that you’re right would mean that they can’t bully people for no reason anymore.

I hope you don’t feel discouraged by that experience though, and I hope they won’t ruin your desire to draw and post whatever you want. If you want to post cute and wholesome stuff, that’s good, but it sucks when it happens simply because it feels too dangerous to post anything even remotely spicy… Even if you did things in an extremely subtle way or even if you did anything else, they’d still find reasons simply because they might find you suspicious or other bs reason like that. Every single one of their argument is just an excuse for them to feel justified about harassing, that’s why it doesn’t even matter what you like – as soon as you show interest in anything slightly different than a bland creation of family-friendly nothingness, they’ll be here.

Take care of yourself, but also, don’t be too scared of them: there are much more people who openly like Ortho these days, I think.

Anonymous asked:

For a moment I was super excited thinking you had gotten in to genshin. But its still nice to see aether in your style. And I may be wrong but I feel you might like dottore

Sorry, Anon, unfortunately I don’t think I’ll ever get into Genshin… but this 6+ portraits thingie is a nice chance to draw some of the characters! And I am very happy that you’re happy to see Aether drawn by me <3

There are still a lot of characters for me to draw from that list, and while I don’t know when exactly I’m going to draw the next Genshin character, here are some other names from the list: Freminet, Neuvillette, Arlecchino, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Baizhu, Furina, Lyney. Quite a lot of names… One day I’ll draw them all.

Also I do agree that if we ever got into Genshin, we would’ve loved Dottore. He has certain vibes… bad ones, in a good way.

Anonymous asked:

GENSHIN ART RAHHHH! Also Lilia's undercut looks clean. Imma need his barber's number

Hehe enjoy!

I think Lilia himself is Lilia’s barber… which honestly makes his cut even more impressive!

Anonymous asked:

Did you know Traveler legit has a harem in Genshin Impact? As in, every person in every nation is falling for them. Twinks, men, girls, and everything in between. My favorite is Childe x Traveler because he's a sadist, a masochist, and I like freaks.

Well I know nothing about Genshin because I’m not really into it, but I figured that the main character is always the most popular guy/girl in the series… such chick magnets! (the guys are also the chicks, btw)

thestar-eyedfictionaddict asked:

Aether in your drawing: *exists*

Every living thing in Tevyat: *hands over their credit cards.*

The rich ones pay you the most to make NSFW art of the Traveler.

Meanwhile, Paimon's using all that money to get food.

Oh god, so many new customers, and I have no idea what’s going on. Thank you, every living thing in Tevyat, especially the rich ones 😭 Paimon shouldn’t steal my money though, or I’ll make her into food.  

thestarlightfae asked:

How are you feeling about his official forehead reveal?

Hmmmm. Whose? 🤔 I am not sure.

If it’s about Lilia, then well, Idia is the only one who got to see it lol

thestarlightfae asked:

Also! Love the Zero to Hero ref!

Anonymous asked:

it's not really the main point of the drawing but damn cool shirt design

clever

Hehehe thank you!! <3

I am very happy you liked it! I always want to put something fun on the character’s shirt when I draw, and every once in a while it actually looks fun.

Should I make it into an actual print…

[sbk-zgvlt]

HEARTSLABYUL

And their relationship with Dia (Yuu!Crowley)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

“For some reason, every time I go near him, I get this weird sense of...unease. N-not that I dislike Dia, of course! It’s just that...for someone who’s supposedly from another world, he adapts very well despite the circumstances. Although, I do admire his efforts in trying to catch up to our current curriculum, even when most of our subjects seem foreign to him. If only a certain duo were the same...then again, he’s a part of those troublemakers, so I shouldn’t expect TOO much.”

“He really lucked out on the last name department. He’s practically a literal rose: Beautiful but prickly, just like Ulyss...wait, what was I saying again?”

ACE TRAPPOLA

“Weird guy, but he turned out to be super cool! Not too proud of our first impressions, though...anyway, I’m trying to find a way to thank him for everything he’s been doing, so Deuce and I are planning to hit the library to see if any of Dia’s weird thingamajigs from his world actually exist. Y-you didn’t hear that from me though! Seriously though, what the hell is a ‘kinnie?’”

“He should be grateful for how many times I’ve saved him from Riddle...he’s good company though. I can trust him to have my back when things go downhill.” 

DEUCE SPADE

“Dia’s super fun to hang out with! Especially during Ramshackle sleepovers, even if Ace snores in his sleep. I still can’t believe a guy from another world has better grades than me...no matter! it just goes to show that I still have a long way to go until I can become a proper honor student! Do you think he would help me out in alchemy if I asked nicely enough...?” 

“I don’t think Deuce knows that I know that he’s been hanging out with me lately to build up the courage to ask me for something...he DOES know that I would’ve said yes to whatever he wanted, right???” 

CATER DIAMOND

“He’s TOTES fit for Magicam! The mysterious aura, the smug smile, the slight attitude...girls would try to ‘fix him’ from left to right! LOL, they’re probably just going to make him worse though. Too bad Dia won’t let me get a picture of him, but Cay-Cay always finds a way!”

“Cater’s a fun guy. But people on social media are scary...just one wrong thing and they’ll start coming after you...I have to keep up my image, now that he’s hellbent on getting me on his Magicam account.” 

TREY CLOVER

“Ever since the prefect’s started coming over, I’ve had to double the amount of ingredients I need to use...seriously, the guy’s a blackhole! It’s still nice to know that someone who isn’t from Heartslabyul appreciates my food. Now I know my dormmates aren’t exaggerating when they say that I’m good in the kitchen.”

“It’s not my fault his food is so good! Besides, I’m just that gracious to accept food lovingly made from a friend! ...I don’t eat THAT much though, right?”

[daphnebowen]

hsmtmts season four episode six

Gina is just trying to get out of there but coach Bolton is distracting her - and then he says “technically Disney won’t let me spoil the movie but …” and then proceeds to spoil the whole movie! What!

“sweetie” Ricky is really rocking the whole grandpa thing huh

nobody told them about the show?!?! Terrible friends, they are.

I don’t understand how them missing one rehearsal leads to the whole show being cancelled as well as the whole drama department being cancelled??? Like hello??? You can’t take away theater, people. That doesn’t work like that. Or, it shouldn’t.

”I thought you broke up with him because you were so traumatized” help 💀

“we both needed lactaid pills” period

”wait so you’re single again??” YES MADDOX GET HER GIRL

aw miss Jenn called in mazzy!!

why does robotics get everything like how is that so different from theater?? They have lights and fancy robot props, like what??

IM GONNA CRY POOR EMMY all of her dreams have been crushed :(

“If you live your life in fear there’s gonna be a lot of stuff to be afraid of” YES KOURTNEY show us what you’ve got!!!! Kourtney is a new woman her therapist is really helping her (meanwhile Ricky: “then why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

please be sentimental Ashlyn I’m begging you I need this rn

poor Kourtney she just doesn’t want to be a third wheel

And poor Ashlyn she just wants to step out from under ejs shadow

THIS IS SO WHOLESOME

Mr mazarra looks like he is about to explode - he really does look like the grimacing emoji 😬

poor miss Jenn is so naive 🥺

THE FACT THAT MAZZY WAS IN A BOY BAND IM CRYING and so is Benny ! He’s apologizing! Next he just needs to confess his love for her!

mr. Funky one I’m crying

spirit airlines is CRAZY (they suck btw)

”crying is encouraged” yes, I love crying, crying makes me feel so good about myself and let’s me release all of the negativity like a balloon, never feel ashamed to cry

AW CARLOS GAVE MISS JENN HER NAME

The fact that they bullied Carlos and now he’s friends with some of the most popular / coolest kids in school

how do you even draw a cow on a cappuccino??

the fact that basically everyone went behind Carlos’s back to help Seb get the sheet music so he could sing this song is so wholesome “you did what?” “Give him a chance, Carlos.” “That girl scares me.”

OMG I FORGOT NATALIE AND SEB DATED but it totally makes sense, I wonder when they broke up though. and he was on the wrestling team too! I didn’t know that either 😣

“I would leave anyone for you.” AWWWHHH SEBBIEEE

”no. No. No! You’re playing the song. He’s playing the BLEEP song, Carlos.” Yesss Ricky, do it!!

sebs look of astonishment and awe when Carlos starts singing with them

they sound so good together

the fact that they shot it so all the couples were in a screen together - miss Jenn and Mr mazarra, Ricky and Gina, Kourtney and jet, Maddox and Ashlyn, and Carlos and seb

SEASON ONE GINA!!!!! “I am impressed that she didn’t mention the time I set the school on fire though” wonder why Gina wasn’t the number one suspect for that season one theater fire…

“find something you like about this school and try not to kill it” words of encouragement from the principal 😒 BUT THATS RICKYYY and he’s not dead yet so she’s winning!

SEASON ONE RICKYYY

”love is lame, idiot. That’s why I avoid it.” Well, not anymore! 🤪🤪🤪

RINA CUEEEEE AHHHHHH

okay the fact that Tim and all the writers were able to link it all back together to show us that through it all, through rini and through portwell and through everything, Ricky and nini were meant to be. They influenced each other so strongly without even realizing it. This is why they work. Ricky has a vibe, and Gina has an instinct.

ALYSON REED GAVE MISS JENN HER ICONIC LINE TRUST THE PROCESS!!! And the idea for high school musical! And the idea for the power ballad! Aka wondering! OMG!!

I would genuinely be heartbroken if this were real life and I was in a show and it got cancelled.

mazzy: GIVE HER A MINUTE

Ricky is breaking my heart bro

AHHH OMG YESSS EMMYYYYY I literally still get chills whenever I listen to this song because Liamani sounds so freaking good

”I said it and now it cannot be unsaid” ain’t that the truth

coach Bolton and Mrs darbus really came to save the day!!! <3

so many questions for miss Jenn but it’s ok you’ll figure it out

Kourtney is just interrupting Ricky and Gina’s very important serious conversation like they need to get their priorities straight - and here Ricky goes like he did with nini and assuming things

”I wanted to make sure this was real before I said… something” AHHH WE KNOW WHAT IT IS

”I feel like I always go first” yes you do

okay but miss Jenn and Mike Bowen going behind Ricky’s back to apply to slc college for him is literally how ms darbus went behind troys back to apply for him for Juilliard lol

RICKY JUST CALLED MAZZY OUTTTT AHAHA

”okay..” he looks so scared

WHY DOES RICHARD HAVE A 1.8 GPA THATS EMBARRASSINGGGGG

”as long as she’s here my future is locked” AHHH RICKYYYYY HE SAID ITTTTT FORESHADOWING TO THE PORTER-BOWENS

[winderlylandchime]

2/2 of 2x08: ‘why is she acting like this? Is she okay? Oh god, is she sick? What’s wrong deb? Talk to me, redhead! *deb tells vic about ben* please, for the love of everything i own, stop talking. Why are you still talking? I said STOP! Twist your words? Deb, girl..that’s what you said, do you want me to rewind the tapes? AND TO SAY THAT TO VIC?! YOU WISH HE WASNT WHAT NOW? Listen to me Deb, straight still gets hiv. MIKE GET BEHIND ME, I MIGHT HATE YOU BUT I GOT YOU! OH NO HES HEARING HER! WASTING AWAY TO NOTHING? AND SHE SAYS THAT TO VIC OF ALL PEOPLE?! Poor vic. Fought for his life and now his sister says all that?! *pauses the tv and looks at me all scared* just so you know, i would NEVER say something like that to you. I might be an idiot but I’m not *waves his hand at the tv* that dumb…can you get me another soda?’… ‘he’s more sad for vic than himself? Damn, he has his nice moments. Deb, why would he have to tell you about Ben? That is literally none of your business. What’s up with you and Ted? SHE FORBIDS HIM FROM DATING BEN? Man, i hope Ben fucks the shit out of Mike this episode. I’m talking can’t walk for a week type of fuck! Because yall are pissing me off!’ And now the scene with britin is up!!!! ‘Ohhh look at them. Getting busy! Why is Justin talking about Ben? What is going on this episode..Man, ben has to have the craziest hiccups this episode. THATS RIGHT BRI! ITS MIKES DECISION! FINALLY SOMEONE WHO IS SMART! *pauses tv* justin. No. Please never do it raw. You can’t trust anyone THAT much. Cheating exists. And also you and Bri Bri don’t exactly have the most….how shall I put it nicely? Ethical relationship..is that respectful? Idk either way *shakes his head* no blondie! Brian..smack sense into him, don’t encourage him! GOOD BOY! EXACTLY BRIAN! Condoms are your best friend *shakes his pill bottle* next to these lil shits. HE WANTS HIM SAFE! AND HE WANTS HIM AROUND FOR A LONG TIME, YOU MIGHT AS WELL SAY I LOVE YOU! (My name) did you hear that?! He wants him safe! And around! FOR A LONG TIME! That’s like many years! I cannot wait for him to say i love you to Justin! Would be a dope finale. Like *pretends to be brian, ig* “Justin!!! I love you. And i wanna be with you!” Yeah that’s the shit!’ My heart breaks for when he’s gonna see the finale. ‘Brian looks good. Leather jacket, messy hair…i fuck with it. Ohhh i like Brian and this bandana chick! Look at him taking his kid to the park. OH FUCK HER PARENTS *the scene in the park with that random lady comes up* the fuck they do?! I bet Michael just got a boner hearing her say that..Brian..Brian, come on i was rooting for you! Not to be the devil’s advocate but at least his reasoning was nicer in some weird way.’ He just scoffed at the sight of Deb so i’d say he’s doing well ‘Deb..you’ve talked enough. I think you should be quiet for the next 3 episodes..oh vic forgave her way too fast! Couldn’t be me tho’ ‘…no offense but if your parents don’t like you, you really shouldn’t care..but i get it, our greatest fault as human beings is the need we all have to be loved, it’s the only thing we all have in common. *look at me as if he just saw me* ice cream! *goes to get ice cream*’ I honestly wonder how he would watch this if he wasn’t high as a kite. ‘Is justin blowing a strap on?? Go off, i guess! Oh shit oh shit! Oh the dad is having a blast. i am honestly impressed that brian is quiet’ The scene with Ben and Mikey is on and he is not okay ‘NO MIKE NO! I mean do what makes you feel comfortable but NOOO DONT LET THEM GET TO YOU! But also I support your decision but fuck’ this obviously ended with him going for a smoke and is currently outside talking to mom and lying about why he was MIA, he also tried to turn the subject on qaf but failed badly bc his attempt was ‘how would you feel if i had a boyfriend with hiv?’ It was followed by ‘no mom, i im not gay. I’m not. HE IS JUST A FRIEND’ Keep my soul in thoughts and prayers because i am going through it.

AHAHAH YES. Exactly. Deb is such a fucking hypocrite. Ugh she is the worst about Ben’s HIV. And then Michael makes it so fucking awkward when he confronts Debbie IN FRONT OF BEN.

Your brother screaming about a) wearing a condom and b) I WANT YOU SAFE AND I WANT YOU AROUND FOR A LONG TIME is all of us. He is in the fandom. Brian DOES love him.

“our greatest fault as human beings is the need we all have to be loved, it’s the only thing we all have in common” - I know you described him as a himbo but Brother Anon is spitting some serious thoughts here.

Asking your mom how she would react if he had a boyfriend with HIV. I am dyingggggg. I love you brother.

Thoughts & Prayers Anon. You are truly doing the lord’s work.

[alicenaivory]

•⊱ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫— II. •⊱ (written in 2018)

[I inhale the warmth of steam from a hot shower, removing thick crimson sticking to my skin. My body is nearly drenched in it, silently I take satisfaction out of watching it wash down the drain. This victim wasn’t like any of my usual kills. I didn’t fall into my recklessness. Instead I took it slower to watch it play out until I was bored of it. Damon finally came around, time after time of denying me he finally gave in. I couldn’t find the answer as to why he did and none of it mattered now. Being around him had already taught me patience. He gives me the guidance that I always thought I “needed” from him. This time I had used less compulsion, giving my victim their own choices and time to give me real reactions. It felt good to not know what will happen next, to let things take it’s on pace. I hadn’t noticed how much he was training me in his footsteps.

I’m pulled away from my own thoughts when the clear glass slides open and then shuts shortly after. I was once alone but now I’m accompanied by the man I want to devote myself to forever. I didn’t have to turn around and to know it was Damon. The softness of his lips touches the nape of my neck, his cool palms along with finger tips grip my waist. I’m drawn in closer, breath catching inside my throat just by the simplest touches by him I’m already breathless. I mentally take note of his unusual silence. I’ve been with Damon sixty two times, well, now would make sixty three. Each time I’ve never felt more alive and every single time I’ve studied him. By now I think I know him and he’s never this silent unless he’s annoyed. Silence is a complete absence of sound. Most people find silence to be peaceful and it shouldn’t bother me but this was /his/ silence. Damon’s silence made me feel uneasy like something was wrong. His silence gave me the impression that whatever we had was coming to an end.]

Damon, are you okay?

[I asked him in a tone of concern, shifting in my stance to turn around and face him. I look right up at him and into his piercing blue glaze. Our eyes were a similar color in shades. It was like looking into the clear blue sky and I couldn’t help my longing stare.

“I am. I am.” He let’s out a low laugh, shaking his head before the laughter dies. “You’re a pretty girl. Why not be with a pretty boy? His eyes. His perfectly styled hair. I mean I try...but it just does what it wants.”

When the first words fall from his lips I smiled. I think he’s going to compliment me, something he also never does often. My smile fades as he continues on about this /he/ a man that he thinks is so perfect. I can’t make out this /he/ that Damon speaks of. I try not to express the confusion but it was all over my face.]

Who’s this he you speak of and why do you think he’s worthy of me? Now I’m interested.

[A smile spreads back onto my pink plush lips. The other part of my mind is telling me this is a joke. I’m waiting for him to crack a smirk but he still seems serious. “Don’t play games, Alice. You know who.” There’s very little emotion behind his words until he says “My brother.” before cocking his head a little to the right.]

Stefan...

[I said the name from my lips softly, like I had known him but I hadn’t. I heard stories about all his great kills and I even became a fan but I’ve never met The Rippah himself.]

I never met him before but even if I did—I’ve already chosen my “pretty boy.” Do you question that?

[I watch his right hand raise and run through my blonde locks to uncover my neck. My flesh is in his perfect view, he pulls me in close to deeply inhale the scent of me before pushing me up against the shower wall.

“Why not, him? Isn’t he your type? Pretty boy. Sad puppy eyes. I mean I’m nothing more than just a fuck.” Damon flicks his tongue against his teeth, eyeing me, the blonde in front of him. “Not even a good one if /every/ female wants that jackass.” He was making it no secret that he felt like Stefan was superior and he was inferior. If only he was able to see himself through my eyes.]

Damon /you’re/ my type! Every other woman shouldn’t matter if you have me..right?

[For the first time I’ve discovered something I never thought I would on Damon. Insecurity. He had insecurities toward his brother. I could almost taste it on him. He wasn’t buying my answer even though I was being truthful.

Even listening to every word he said I can’t help myself from thinking about his body up against mine. It was selfish of me to think about self pleasure while he’s venting. Damon never vents, yet alone to me. I think I should take this seriously.]

I chose you to guide me because I saw a man that will always be worthy.

[My tone was meant to be assuring but I discovered in his eyes he didn’t believe me...or did he? I’m lifted from one side of the wall and shoved hard against the other, almost directly under the water stream. The impact of it aches my shoulder blades leaving bruises. I expel a soft whimper from my lips to hide my pain. I’m use to him being rough but this was different...all of this from him was different.

Damons bare hand grabs at my throat, his fingers lace around it tightly to cut off my breath but not fully. A smirk spreads on his lips as he slowly kissed down my neck, I close my eyes to enjoy it. He nibbles on the base of my ear , using a free hand to grab my wet locks, giving it a good tug.

“I can’t be deceived, Alice.” He whispers against my skin before bringing his face to mine. What did he mean? Did he think I was deceiving him? I want to ask but I’m distracted by the softness of his lips crashing against mine. His pearly white teeth began to nip at my lower lip, he adds pressure onto his bites, causing blood to be drawn. I expel a moan from my lips returning his kisses but I hadn’t reciprocated his actions. He growls against my lips continuing our kiss more intensively. I see he’s being more aggressive and I don’t shy away from it. I began to nip back at his lower lip and he sighs out of satisfaction. Is that all he wanted? For me to do it back?

A smile spread across his lips and mine as he kneeled down to lower himself and kiss between my full round breasts, releasing the hold he had on my neck. I feel his fingers as they tweaked at my nipples, lacing his tongue around the right one. My body reacted instantly, I dragged my own lower lip with my pearly white teeth. I can taste my own blood from the skin he tore. This man had a way of weakening me, he knew exactly what I liked as I did him to an extent. He continued to kiss down my body, past my breasts and to my navel, purposely teasing me until he gets to his intended spot nestled right between my thighs. My plush lips part forming a small “o” like shape to expel a moan from my lips.]

Damon..

[I say his name that falls easily from my lips like the thousands of times I’ve said it before. “I didn’t tell you to speak. Did I?” Damon mutters while swatting my thigh hard with an open palm. He hooks his fingers under my right knee to bend it and pull it over his shoulder. The softness of his lips trail kisses upon my inner thigh as he inches closer to my entrance. He uses his thumb and index finger to part my folds, I was clean, perfectly shaved, taunt, petite and small. His mouth opens to flick his tongue over it. I was wet and not just from the water we were submerged in.

“Alice...”

Damon calls my name before sticking out his tongue and laying it flat against my sex. Another moan falls from my lips, my manicured fingers lace into his dark raven locks. Pleasure rushes through me and all I want is more. He starts a rhythm moving his tongue in a up and down motion, curling the tip of it to wiggle it over my bundle of flesh. I feel my clit being suckled into his mouth, naturally my hips grind back to run from it. His grip tightens so I can’t pull away. After a few more seconds he releases it with a small pop, taking his mouth away from my drenching wet pussy.

“So fucking wet.”

He muttered as he eased his body back up to face me, he captures my lips into a kiss, he’s still being rough with me. He takes his nails and digs them into my left shoulder, dragging it downward to give me open wounds. I whimper at the pain, it takes me by surprise. He’s never done this to me before. Was he trying to punish me for what I said earlier? I notice his nostrils flare as he leans down to run his tongue up my shoulder, intaking my blood. My wounds heal instantly seconds later and his focus is back on me. I look right into his eyes catching that devilish stare. I’m not one of his victims, so why is he looking at me like he would one?

I want to tell him he’s being too rough with me, resist him and be strong enough to go against him but I didn’t. I feel both of my inner thighs being gripped by his hands, he pulls me up to balance me against the wet wall. I hook my legs around his waist trying to keep up against the slippery surface. His hard tip presses against my entrance, he forces himself into me without ease this time. I expel a gasp from my lips, enjoying the pleasure and pain as I impaled myself on his length. I notice his jaw tightens as my teeth clench together almost as hard as my walls clamped around him. I was tight, hot and soaked like a water fall, surrounding him with my walls.

Our eyes met one another’s and I feel more connected to him than ever. I take both of my hands and lay them onto his shoulder blades. I give a tight grip while his hands rest at my waist. Damon moves his hips back only to slam them back forward against me. I didn’t hold back, I expressed my pleasure. I ignore the pressure on my back from him pinning me on the wall with his body. I lean forward to press my lips against his passionately, he rests his hand on my cheek. He grips each side of my jaw stopping our kiss by force. I’m taken back by his constant mood swings, I don’t know what he wants. I can’t make out what he’s feelings and secretly it’s frustrating me.

I watch dark veins pulse underneath his eyelids, his eyes turning black and his canines noticeable. Damon’s vampire visage takes over his human one. I run my tongue across my lower lip, digging my nails into the flesh of his shoulder blades as his thrusts become more intense. I feel his hand grip the back of my neck, forcing my head toward the right. It catches me off guard when his teeth tares carelessly into my neck. He tares out a plug of my skin, spitting it out on the floor. His thrusts are still nonstop and though I wanted pleasure, I feel threatened. My eyes widen out of fear, crimson spills down my neck.]

Wait, you’re hurting me!

[I shout to him as a warning but he doesn’t stop, he tares deeper into my throat. I hear the crushing sound and more puddles of blood spilling out of me. Is he trying to kill me all of a sudden? I attempt to push him back but his strength overpowers me. I hear his animalistic grunts, the power in his thrusts getting hard enough to make me sore. I can hear them.]

Damon, what are you doing?! Stop!

[I yelled out to him but he doesn’t react. I unhook one of my legs from around him, hands swatting at his back to stop him. My own dark veins began to pulse under my eyes, vampire visage taking over as I feel weaker. In enhanced speed he throws me to the other end of the tub. The impact causing me to hit the floor, shower water still running down his flawless skin. My crimson runs more freely down my neck, coating me in what I originally took a shower to clean off.

There’s a demonic gleam in his eyes, his breathing is heavy making his chest heave. I don’t move an inch, keeping my hands against the floor. I’m shocked, startled and most of all... I’m hurt. Was this because he didn’t believe me? It was natural of me to think it was something I had done but what if this time it wasn’t?

My body shakes as tears stream down both of my cheeks. Even though I’m crying he has no reaction to it, he licks off the remaining of my crimson against his chin. “Still want me?” He takes a step closer to me and I can’t bring myself to say another word. “Is this what you want? What you call a maker?!” My heart races inside my chest, I could feel it each time it beats. I close my eyes feeling more tears hit the surface of my cheeks. “I bet you’ll run to him now.” He opens up the glass sliding door, slamming it behind him and the pieces shatter.

I know he expects me to leave as I should...]

—Part 2—

[irishhills]

a quiet understanding

Chris sits beside Blair in all-school Mass on the day they’re going to announce the stupid homecoming court. Since Ms. Williams, the school guidance counselor, kind of forced Chris into honors courses at the end of last year, the one good thing has been spending more time with Blair in school. In the days of yore, they were lucky if they had a random theology class together. Now, in tenth grade, there’s even an honors option for that. Honors God. It’s a great pun when Chris thinks about it. Then again, he doesn’t have to think about it very hard. He doesn’t have to think about most things very hard.

The downside is that he also has to spend a lot more time around Amy. Being her loser fake twin brother was hard enough when they had no overlap. Now that overlapping classes are all they have, it’s impossible to avoid comparisons. The other kids wonder why Chris can’t be as cool as Amy, and the teachers wonder why Amy’s literary analyses aren’t as sophisticated as Chris’s. You’d never believe which one hurts which sibling more.

Chris tries to put all that out of his mind during mandatory Mass. He hasn’t given much thought to how religious he may or may not be or anything like that. Sure, he was thrilled to dress up like St. Christopher for the All Saints Day celebration in fourth grade, especially because Matt Dillon, the coolest guy in the world, had a medallion of St. Christopher in The Outsiders. The girls in his class made him well aware of that one, and he was very popular for a day. But these days, Mass is a time where the regular rules of school don’t really apply. It doesn’t matter who you are. You extend the sign of peace.

It doesn’t hurt that he gets to sit through it all with Blair, either. What does hurt is the freshman who’s volunteered to sing “There’s a Quiet Understanding” as a solo after the Eucharist. Chris and Blair call it the secret song, for when the reflection hymn just isn’t enough. And God love this little freshman, really, but her voice is like if the tiniest mouse scratched the tiniest nails on the tiniest chalkboard.

Blair winces.

“Is it over?” she asks.

“Almost,” Chris says.

“I want to know who told her she could sing.”

“I want to know who told her it didn’t matter if she couldn’t.”

Blair laughs quietly. She looks down at her legs, and Chris finds he’s looking down at them, too. She’s wearing purple tights. In ninth grade, girls at St. Elizabeth are allowed to start wearing any tights or socks they want, and Blair has quite the collection. Whenever she’s given half an inch of freedom, she wears it out. It’s impressive. Chris is still looking at her legs, but not in a creepy way. Never in a creepy way. Never with Blair. He just needs somewhere to rest his eyes and wait for the song to be over.

When the song finally does end, people clap. Never underestimate a Catholic’s love for the overdone polite clap. Blair breathes a sigh of relief, and Chris decides it’s probably a good idea to look at Fr. Tom, the short priest with the wiry glasses.

“I know you’re all very excited for this year’s homecoming,” he says, and most of the student body claps, even the little kids who are too young to understand what it means.

“Excited isn’t exactly how I’d put it,” Chris says.

“I’m excited to wear a dress and make fun of people,” Blair says.

Chris’s eyes get wide.

“You’re going?” he asks.

“Well, I thought I would,” Blair says. “Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s just … we didn’t go last year.”

“You don’t have to go. I said I’m going.”

“OK, but we do everything together.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“Who are you gonna go with? Are you gonna go with Eliza?”

“Well, probably. Do you see a line of real suitors clamoring to take Blair Donnelly for a date? I don’t.”

Chris’s palms start to sweat, and he doesn’t know why. He just thinks about the way guys talk about Blair in the locker room before and after gym class. Blair of the Boobs, they say. They don’t understand why Chris isn’t hooking up with her every damn day, they say. Chris doesn’t know how to tell them that he’s fifteen years old – that they all are.

Maybe one of them will finally get wise and ask her out. Take her away. Maybe they should. Except Blair would never say yes. She has better taste than that.

Fr. Tom invites Mrs. Standish to announce the names of the homecoming court. It’s a bunch of people you’d expect, including Luke and Amy. But then, Mrs. Standish gets to the name of the second sophomore homecoming prince, and it’s a nightmare.

“Chris Egan?”

Chris feels like the world is crashing down around him. Surely, Mrs. Standish is reading from a list of people who got no votes for the homecoming court, which Chris assumes they put together, just to laugh. But she’s not. This is real, and he has to stand up.

No one claps for Chris like they do for the rest of the court. They snicker and gasp, but they don’t giggle. As he walks up to the other students at the altar, he feels Eliza’s eyes on him, like she’s trying to tell him to sit back down. He feels Blair’s eyes on him, too, but her gaze is more than a warning, more than words.

When he locks eyes with Amy – smug as shit Amy – he knows exactly how he got there.

[semper-legens]

100. The Inmate, by Freida McFadden

Owned: No, library Page count: 385 My summary: Brooke’s not having a great life. She survived a horrific attack as a teen, gave birth to her attacker’s child, and moved away to New York. But now she’s back in town, after her parents died and she has inherited their house. Too bad the only work she can get is in the same penitentiary where her attacker is imprisoned. As Brooke goes about her work, however, doubts are niggling at her mind. Is Sean as guilty as she had assumed? What really happened that night, ten years ago? My rating: 1/5 My commentary:

Okay, look. Sometimes, I totally judge a book by its cover. What, it's a legitimate thing to do! Book covers can tell you a lot about genre and themes of the book, and if you add the blurb (if a book actually has a blurb, grumble grumble) you can get a decent impression of the book. And this one seemed interesting enough. Thrillers aren't my usual genre, but it's not like I hate the trappings of thrillers or anything, they're just not usually what I go for. And reader, I was burned so bad by this one. It was just writing by numbers. There was nothing interesting or unique going on here, it was just bland, bland, bland, unsurprising plot twist, bland. I only finished it out of a vague sense of inertia and, honestly, it wasn't even worth the tiny amount of effort I put in.

Our protagonist, Brooke, is kind of nothing. She's torn between Sean, her ex who tried to murder her (maybe) and Tim, the friend next door who's had a crush on her for forever, and may also be a murderer. It's first person present tense, and Brooke's voice sounds like it belongs in a bad YA novel. Children are more mature than she is. She seems like she can't focus on more than one thing at a time, oscillating between 'Sean is evil!' 'Sean is sweet!' 'I'm in danger!' 'How does my hair look?' on a dime. She's just vapid, and I really don't want to use that word, because it's a common criticism for female characters, but she is. She doesn't have any real character. She's just a vessel for the plot. I don't know what she likes and dislikes, what her goals are, what she wants and dreams, just her backstory and how she feels about it. She was the most developed character, and I can't tell you a single character trait she had.

But like...the whole thing was just so boring. None of the characters had any depth, they were just filling out vague archetypes at best, and at worst I couldn't even identify that much. There were so many assumptions and shortcuts made - like, the mystery of who the killer was rested entirely between Sean and Tim in the flashbacks, despite the fact that at that point, any of the girls could have been guilty. Brooke gets pregnant after sleeping with Sean exactly once, despite how unlikely that is. The police and courts apparently convict and acquit people based entirely on Brooke's say-so, and are okay with slamming some guy into jail, then releasing him and imprisoning some other guy, without any other evidence? If the evidence to convict Sean is solely Brooke's testimony where she admits she couldn't see his face or be entirely sure, wouldn't she be ripped apart in cross-examination? Was there no DNA evidence or anything else that could be taken from the scene?

Brooke is also allowed to work at the same penitentiary where a man her testimony got locked up is, which feels like something that would have come up during the hiring process. I know part of the point is that the prison isn't well-funded and the administration doesn't care, but that seems to be a ludicrous breach of safeguarding. And also, you know, she shouldn't be allowed to interact with inmates 1:1, I feel like? She's told not to share personal information and then breaks that immediately. I get what McFadden was going for with the prison, that rights for people who are incarcerated are basically nil, but the prison itself seemed straight out of a stereotype and the two inmates we get to see in any detail are terrible murderers. So, you know, that point was kind of undercut. It was just so...stereotypical. There was nothing to distinguish it from a load of bland tropes with no extra flavour. Avoid at all costs!

Next up, a group of demigods are chosen to participate in a set of trials...which only one will survive.

[harrywavycurly]

Hi I was just seeing if it wouldn’t be too much trouble to get conversations between Eddie and the reader when he’s nervous to meet her friends 🥺

Hiii babes!! It’s not any trouble at all!! I love the idea of a shy and nervous Eddie so I hope these fit what you’re looking for!💖

-Some of these are between Eddie and your friends but I’ll mark those with a ✨ so you’ll know!-

*Eddie knows how much your friends mean to you so he can’t help but be a little nervous but he has nothing to worry about….👀😂*

“She really did that?” “Yeah she takes monopoly very seriously.” “We aren’t playing that at game night right? I’m not trying to get a coffee table flipped because I got to pass go and collect two hundred bucks.” “No no she’s banned from monopoly for a while don’t worry.” “I’m a little worried…” “they are going to love you Eddie. I promise I wouldn’t want you to meet them if I didn’t think you’d all get along.”

✨ “wait a damn minute you’re the kid who used to sell weed in the woods! I knew I recognized you form somewhere.” “Uhh…yeah that’s me…have we uhm met before?” “A few times yeah. You wouldn’t ever sell to me because I didn’t ever have cash and I tried to offer you a-” “a bag of red vines? That’s you right? The candy hustler?” “I’m still mad you turned down two bags of red vines for a damn five dollar bag of grass.” “It’s a cash only business…sorry. So are you the one who taught her how to bargain? She’s always trying to do trades with people.” “Me? Teach her how to bargain? No she’s the one who taught me. She’s even the one who had me convinced you’d take the two bags of red vines!” “I should’ve known…”

“Just come in and say hi.” “Baby it’s a girls night I don’t want to intrude…” “Eddie you’re dropping me off it would be rude not to come and say hi and help me with my duffel bag.” “I’ll walk you to the door but I’m not going inside.” “Why? Are you that scared to meet them?” “What? No. I just don’t want the first time they see me to be interrupting a sleepover.” “You’re so full of shit what’s the real reason?” “I mean it’s a sleepover…what if they are like…all in their little nighttime outfits and I just barge in there it’ll be embarrassing.” “Nighttime outfits? Edward Munson this isn’t one of your sleazy adult video type sleepovers you absolute dingus. I can guarantee you half of them are in sweatpants and a t shirt with a face mask on.” “Oh so…you guys don’t…do any of that stuff at sleepovers?” “You know what? You’re right. You shouldn’t come inside.” “What? No. I’ll come say hi it’s fine.” “You’re so ridiculous…don’t forget my duffel bag it’s in the back.” “Right…Got it.”

✨ “She told me you know a bit about Dungeons and Dragons?” “Yeah I know like the most basic bits. I dated a dude that was into it so I tried to impress him and learn it but it just didn’t work out.” “Oh I’m sorry…what happened?” “He was cheating on me with his dungeon master.” “Jesus I’m sorry…” “so what do you do in the game?” “I’m uh..I’m the dungeon master…”

“I saw her threaten Billy Hargrove, you can’t tell me she’s not intimidating sweetheart.” “Well just don’t be an asshole and you’ll be fine. Besides he’s her ex so that’s why that whole scene went down in the cafeteria but she’s usually very sweet.” “He’s her ex? Jesus that just makes her even more terrifying.” “Eddie you’ll be fine. If she tries to threaten you she’ll have to go through me first so don’t worry I’ll protect you.” “Thanks baby…” “I’m kidding she won’t try to threaten you. I swear she’s not that scary.” “That’s easy for you to say…”

[minefield-of-a-ninja]

Summary: Jenny isn’t comfortable being vulnerable, but Beau has a way with words.

Characters: Jenny Hoyt x Beau Arlen, Deputy Mo Poppernak

Warnings/tags: explicit, dirty talk, Beau never shuts up, ever

Words: 1300

Author’s notes: We don’t know why Beau goes to counseling, so I’m pretending that it’s something to do with whatever was in his record that he claimed some people may not like.

This will be a collection of random glimpses into falling in love, trusting someone with more than just your body, and finding comfort in intimacy.

Many thanks and all my love to @brrose-apothecary and @stunudo for pre-reads and pom poms and being my friends.

Jenny’s always felt as though she’s a spectator to her own life, a casual observer of her father walking out the door, a bystander to her mother’s corruption,  and the last to know about Cody’s infidelity. It all played out without her engagement or consent.

Maybe that’s why she throws herself into her work.

Sheriff Tubb isn’t an easy man to impress, but he respects her and has been an incredible mentor. When he was shot in the line of duty, she assumed she would fill in for him as undersheriff while he recovered. Instead, he called in a semi-retired Texas deputy with a history of bad behavior.

Saying that Jenny was “red-assed” over an outsider with a record of suspensions taking her rightful place was a bit of an understatement.

Of course, Jenny pulled his file. He opened the door for anybody to look, after all. Turns out Beau Arlen knows quite a bit about drug cartels as well as human trafficking. Some of his most admirable work has been wrapped up in the two while breaking rules and defying authority.

Jenny isn’t the most by-the-book deputy herself, but she kept her guard up with Beau from the beginning and prepped for a cold war.  

“How you wanna do this, darlin’?”

“Darling?!”

Now, Beau looks up at her smugly from his office chair, steadily tapping the insides of her Louboutins with his dusty cowboy boots and murmuring that contentious nickname followed by a barrage of filth that turns Jenny’s skin hot pink and makes her wet between her legs.

She shifts against the edge of his desk where she’s entirely too exposed to his antics.

“I... should get back to my desk,” she tries to sneak away, realizing too late that her knees are already weak.

Beau snags the corner of his bottom lip with his teeth, pitches forward, and hooks a finger through one of her belt loops to easily drags her into his lap.

Jenny squeaks like a toy in the jaws of a puppy. “Someone could walk in any second,” she playfully protests, her palms against his warm, broad chest.

Beau chuckles, wrapping an arm around her middle and tucking one hand up into her hair. He tilts her head and surveys the length of her throat before dipping in to press his lips to her skin.

“Does that turn ya on?” His words graze the shell of her ear as he speaks. “To think about somebody walkin’ in on us? That they’d know just how much you like my hands on you and how easy you are for me.”

Ninety-nine percent of the time, Jenny imagines herself like a vault, impenetrable and imperturbable. Beau and his litany of anecdotes have been chipping away at that percentage for months, though, especially since he added the kinds of things that make her clothes itchy.

“Beau,” she gasps as his lips and thumb brush her throat. His fingers slowly wrap the column and she can’t catch her breath.

“Unbuckle your belt,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I like it when you do it for me.”

Jenny sighs and rests her temple on his shoulder, pulling the leather tip of her belt from the heavy buckle. His breath is steady and the heat from his body, his hand around her throat and his arm around her waist, make her feel safe where she shouldn’t.

The bustle of the precinct whirls outside his closed door as she finishes her task then opens the brass button of her jeans.

“Good girl,” he says, nibbling along her jaw. “Zipper, too.”

Jenny shudders as his soft and easy tone utters praise and demands. Her bottom lip should be bloody with worry at how hard she’s biting it. She obeys and Beau’s hand slides from her neck to her open jeans.

“What should I do to you today, huh?” he asks as they both watch his fingers trace the edge of her plain black satin panties.

“Just…” Jenny arches her back, throwing one knee over the arm of his chair, and spreading her legs with an impatient grunt.

The sheriff responds with a gravelly chuckle. “Greedy, greedy, greedy.” He relents, slipping his hand under the fabric with a hiss.

“So slick, baby,” he taunts, watching her squirm. He thumbs alongside her clit as he barely notches two fingertips inside her. “Should I let you come now, or rile ya up so you walk around the station wet and wantin’ my dick?”

“God,” Jenny groans, burying her face in his neck and bucks into his hand, forcing his fingers deeper. Her cunt squelches and sucks like an entity of its own, but she’s never felt more in tune with her body in her life the way she is with Beau.  

“Yeah, you wanna come now,” he answers his own question, turning his head to press a kiss to her forehead. They both watch his fingers disappear inside her.

“Beau,” she whispers, reaching up to sink her fingers into his soft, thick hair. She twists and tugs, hoping to make him swear.

“Fuck,” he huffs a quiet laugh. “Maybe you really do want ‘em all knowin’ I’m two knuckles’ deep in your pussy.”

He turns her head to claim her mouth with his. Their lips twist, hot and slow and deep, his wet tongue teases and swipes. He sucks on her bottom lip until she’s panting.

“So you’re really never gonna date another cop?”

“Would it break your heart?”

“You wish.”

The way he looked at her that day made her stomach flip. Jenny had slowly fallen in love with his corny cowboy wisdom, his stories about his daughter, the way he assesses a crime scene out loud just as she puts it all together in her own mind — and, now, to hear him say the things that are for her ears only.

Jenny grips his wrist, convulsing. “I’m-” she groans, and Beau chuckles quietly.

“Shh.” He kisses her as she comes, squeezing his fingers and whimpering.

Jenny returns to reality, slumped in Beau’s lap, head lazy against his shoulder as he licks and sucks his fingers clean. He gently releases his hold around her waist and strokes her denim-clad thigh.

“We got a one o’clock, Hoyt. Get yourself together.” He grunts teasingly, shifting in his chair and letting her up.

She shakes her hair out of her face, tucks her t-shirt in, and refastens her pants. Just as she’s finishing the buckle on her belt, there’s a knock on the door and a jiggle of the knob.

Her heart races and her wild eyes shoot to Beau.

“Just a minute,” he calls, unfolding from his chair and very obviously adjusting his erection as he tosses her a wink.

Jenny huffs and rolls her eyes as Beau opens the door to a baffled Poppernak. 

“Huh.” Beau plays dumb, making a show of examining the lock. “Must’ve locked itself!”

Deputy Poppernak wanders inside, eying Jenny’s flushed cheeks and messier than normal hair. Then his eyes go wide.

Jenny plants her hands on her hips and narrows her own eyes, sending him a silent message to shut the fuck up and don’t you dare or I will kill you.

“Whatcha got, Popsocket?” Beau asks, slicing between Jenny’s death stare and Poppernak’s signature deer-in-headlights impression. He waltzes from the door back to the scene of the crime and proudly takes a seat.

Jenny is torn between hysterical laughter at the batshit absurdity of the situation and running from the deputy’s prying gaze. Instead, she draws a breath and clears her throat

“You were going to phone the neighbors?” She throws Poppernak a bone.

“Uhh... yeah. Neighbors,” Poppernak mutters, blinking down at his notes before hesitantly reporting his findings to his partner and his boss.

Jenny ticks her  impatient gaze to Beau long enough to catch his predictably self-satisfied smirk. She bites into her bottom lip to keep from giggling as a blush creeps across her cheeks and she settles back against the edge of the mahogany desk.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Bad Dating Advice–Steve Harrington

"Alright," Steve sighed. "Let me get this straight - you kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who you just met?"

"Alright, that's grossly over-simplifying things."

"Why would a girl like some nasty slug-thing anyway?"

"An interdementional slug?" Dustin laughed. "Cause it's awesome!"

"Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn't, I just. . . I don't know. I feel like you're trying way too hard."

"Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, all right?"

"It's not about the hair, man," Steve sighed. "The key with girls is just. . . just acting like you don't care."

"Even if you do?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts."

"Then what?"

"You just wait until uh. . . until you feel it," Steve said, sounding a little off.

"Feel what?"

"It's like before it's gonna storm, you know? You can't see it, but you can feel it, like this, uh. . ." I looked over at him when he hesitated. "Electricity, you know?"

"Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere. . ."

"No, no, no, no, no," Steve cut me off. "Like a. . . Like a sexual electricity."

"Oh," Dustin said under my breath.

"You feel that and then you make your move."

"So that's when you kiss her?"

"Whoa," Steve said quickly, "Slow down, Romeo."

"Sorry," Dustin mumbled.

"Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy. Like a. . . I don't know. Like a lion. But others you got to be slow, you gotta be stealthy. . .like a ninja."

"Okay," I cut him off. "I'm sorry, but I can't sit back and listen to this. No offense, Steve, but that advice is horrible."

"At least you sugar-coated it," Steve laughed. I looked over and could tell from the look in his eyes that he was slightly offended.

"Look," I sighed, "I don't mean to damage your ego, Harrington. I just don't know if you really have the authority to give Dustin advice on girls."

"Really?" Steve laughed. "Be my guest."

"Speaking as a girl," I smirked, "being ignored by a guy who likes me is the most frustrating and insulting thing ever. If a guy has feelings for me, I hope he has the balls to come right out and say it. At the end of the day, a girl doesn't want a guy to play with her. That's not what dating is. It's not a game of cat and mouse. It's a relationship between two people who care about each other. If you start it off by playing some stupid game, it'll end before you even have the chance to level up."

"Okay," Steve said, the tone of his voice slightly changing. "What about that thing I said about the electricity? You have to give me that."

"For people our age, sure," I shrugged. I smirked as I added, "There should be some level of attraction."

"Well, there," he laughed victoriously. "I was right.

"No, you weren't," I sighed. "Steve, you can't tell a fourteen-year-old boy to be on the lookout for sexual electricity between him and a fourteen-year-old girl."

"Why not?"

"They're fourteen!" I laughed. "Think about it, Steve. Dustin shouldn't be worried about sexual electricity. He should be worried about being able to talk to a girl."

I cleared my throat as we continued to throw meat pieces onto the train tracks. I could feel Steve continually glance at me but I kept my gaze on the tracks.

A little way down the tracks, Dustin got ahead of us. I finally responded to Steve's gaze by looking at him. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by growling.

"Please tell me that's Dart," I sighed.

"Yeah," Dustin smiled as he turned around and looked at Steve and me. "That's him. Let's go!"

                                * * * * *

A couple of days after Eleven closed the gate, there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, I was surprised by who was standing on our porch.

"Steve?" I couldn't help but look around to see if any of the kids came with him. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Steve chuckled.

"Then what are you doing here?" I asked slowly.

"You were right."

"About?" I asked.

"About how a guy should come straight out and tell a girl that he likes her instead of playing games with her."

"Oh umm. . . Thanks?" I wasn't really sure how to respond. I waited for him to say something, but he just ran his fingers through his hair.

"Steve?" I spoke up after he didn't say anything for what felt like several minutes. "What's going on? What are you doing here?"

"Will you go on a date with me?" He blurted out.

"What?" I stuttered.

"Will you go on a date with me?" He asked again.

I couldn't wrap my head around what he was asking. There was no way Steve Harrington was actually asking me out. I sighed when I realized what was happening.

"If you're doing this to prove my point from the other day, there's no need."

"That's not what I was doing," he defended.

"This isn't funny, Steve."

"I'm not. . ."

"Please stop making fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you," Steve said quickly. "And I'm not joking. I'm serious, Y/N. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Why on earth would you want to go out with me?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"Why wouldn't I want to go out with you?" He countered.

"It's not hard to figure out," I tried to scoff but it sounded more like choking on a sob.

"Y/N. . ."

"I'm just being realistic," I said, clearing my throat. "You and I both know I'm right."

Neither one of us looked away. Finally, our staring contest got too much. I had to look away. I looked down at my feet and wrapped my arms around myself.

"Y/N," he whispered.

"Stop," I said, my voice breaking. "This really isn't funny, Steve. I don't know why you're doing this, but please go."

I started to close the door but Steve grabbed it. I looked up, my breath getting stuck in my throat when I saw the way he was looking at me. Never in my life did I think Steve Harrington would ever look at me like this.

"I'm not joking. I'm not playing a prank. I'm not lying. I'm not messing with you. I'm not setting you up. I'm not teasing you. I'm not making fun of you. I would never hurt you like that."

"Steve," I said a lot softer than I thought I would say.

"I'm serious, Y/N," he said. "I want to go on a date with you."

Part 2

[notnctu]

jaehyun: the charming

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)

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☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, nicknames, dirty talking, possessiveness, rough sex, praise kink, oral (giving and receiving), spitting, choking, unprotected (wrap up yall!!) ☆ WC: 4.1k ☆ SYNOPSIS: A harmless game of Truth Or Dare with your housemates reveals Jaehyun’s true desires and has him eyeing you the entire night.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: this is the only part for jaehyun ! sorry for the long wait,, i started this during my writing hiatus and did not have much motivation to finish it since its been really difficult to write smut lately :/ regardless, i hope you can leave me some feedback if you liked it <3 doyoung’s part will be the next in the series once i get to it !

“If you could kiss anyone in this room right now, who would it be?” Johnny beckons his drink to Jaehyun, who blinks at him with knitted eyebrows and a quizzical expression.

It’s one of those rare nights where all your housemates are home and Doyoung is actually out of his room to participate in everyone’s foolishness. All six of you sit comfortably in the living room as the fifth round of Truth or Dare commences. 

You share the large couch with Jaemin and Haechan, sandwiching you in between them happily. Doyoung, Jaehyun and Johnny are seated in their own respective chairs that circle the tiny coffee table in the center. 

And if your housemates could be any more distracting, Jaehyun sits laid-back without a shirt on and grey sweatpants that fit loosely on his legs, manspreading as if he has all the space in the world. His soft hair falls messily around his face from constantly running his hands through it and his abs flex without him needing to do much.

It’s hard not to stare, but no one in the room calls you out for doing so. They’ve all stared at you plenty enough times on other occasions, so it would be hard for any of them to give you a counterargument. Jaehyun simply looks good enough to devour, and he can say the same for you as he steals sly glances your way.

Every subtle connection of smoldering eye contact sends a thrill down your core, and the smirk paired with his dotted dimple has you swooning for him over and over. Jaehyun knows every way to drive you wild without needing to say or touch you.

It’s unbelievable how that man has only allowed you to see his intimacy once with the way he whistles whenever you walk down the stairs in a cute outfit or how often he compliments your butt just for the pure satisfaction of you having one. Despite having the highest body count in the entire house, he has great self control and never comes off as being too needy. 

And every time he is needy, he already has another girl in his room to satisfy him. So, this never gave you another opportunity to sleep with him as much as you wanted to. If you weren’t so bashful, you might’ve had enough courage to just walk into his room and ask. 

Nonetheless, here you both are: sitting across from each other during a slowly escalating game of Truth or Dare and eyeing each other every chance you can get.

“Shouldn’t you ask y/n that question?” Jaehyun mumbles, finding Johnny’s question rather ridiculous since the ratio in the room is 1 girl to 5 guys and finds no curiosity to know how bad of a kisser the rest of his housemates are. “I think you’d rather know her answer than mine.”

You clear your throat when every attention is drawn toward you, expecting you to give a truthful response when it isn’t even your turn. “What if I didn’t pick truth?”

“You want a dare?” Jaemin rests a hand on your bare thigh and turns delightfully toward you with a dark mischievous gleam in his eye.

Gulping, you try your best to diffuse the situation. “It’s not my turn.” 

“I’ll give my turn to you.” Jaehyun smiles and proceeds to gesture toward you to speak.

Bewildered, you’re looking to Doyoung to protest about such unfair grounds of switching the rules. However, he doesn’t say a word, shrugging it off like it’s not a big deal. “You’re all unbelievable.” You scoff sarcastically.

“C’mon, it’s just a friendly game. Everyone wants you to go.” Haechan clicks his tongue out of impatience, the anticipation practically suffocating the whole house.

“Ask me when it’s my turn.” You stand your ground and send Jaehyun a quick glare. 

The tension drops instantly from the stiff atmosphere. Haechan’s groan erupts beside you as he sits back against the couch with his arms crossed. 

“Okay, buttercup. I’ll answer Johnny’s ridiculous question, but know that I have a good one for you.” Jaehyun leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together loosely. “I’d kiss y/n.” 

Your breath hitches, but no one else is actually surprised by his answer. “Yeah, I’d kiss y/n too if this was my selection pool.” Doyoung remarks with a roll in his eyes.

“I mean,” Jaehyun sits back coolly in his chair, hands stretched behind his head and every muscle flexed in view. Every movement has your mouth watering at his impressive body on display. “Even if we were playing with other people, I’d still choose y/n.” A dimple smile causes your heart to beat rapidly.

Johnny scoffs, “if we circled up all your flings, you’d still choose y/n?” 

Jaehyun ponders the hypothetical for a second, but his eyes land back on yours and every hesitation disappears. “Yeah. She has the softest lips.” He says, very matter of fact.

Your fingers unconsciously graze against your lips briefly, before you clear your throat and shake away the power of his arousing words. “Okay, okay. Let’s move on?” 

“Okay, y/n. Truth or Dare?” Jaehyun picks this open opportunity to bring the attention back to you. Your housemates wait patiently for your choice, with eyebrows raised in the thick tension that this simple game has built up.

With shifty eyes and a dry throat, you mutter. “Dare.” 

There is a notable sparkle in Jaehyun’s dark lustful orbs. “I dare you to kiss the person that you think is the hottest in this room.” 

“Well, it would be difficult to kiss myself.” Rolling your eyes, the edge in your tone is enough to make the rest of them snicker. 

“I’m done after this round. It’s always the weirdest twists whenever we play games like this together.” Doyoung crosses his arms, throwing a small fit at the request. 

Johnny smirks, “because you know y/n wouldn’t kiss you?” 

Doyoung’s mouth opens to protest, but he falls short of a defensive response. He takes his defeat and slumps back against the chair, pouty and grumpy. “Just get it over with and kiss Jaehyun.” 

With a turn of events, you get up from your spot on the couch. Jaehyun follows your every move, your stare never leaving his own. Like a lost puppy, you lead him into thinking the kiss would be for him. However, you lean forward and hold Doyoung’s chin gently, planting a soft kiss on the equally shocked boy. 

“I think Doyoung is the hottest because he treats me with the most chivalry.” The sweetness that taints your mocking words has Doyoung turning red and Jaehyun turning into stone. The charming smile that lights up your darkest parts is gone, and Jaehyun blinks back at you with a tight jaw. 

Jaemin and Haechan read the room too well, excusing themselves before the tension reaches its peak. Doyoung gulps, glancing between you and Jaehyun, and awkwardly makes his way back to his room. Johnny chuckles at the abrupt end of the night, patting Jaehyun’s shoulder lightly before also heading up to bed. 

Every next move is crucial. With your weight barred on your left leg, you cross your arms with as much attitude as you can to push Jaehyun’s buttons further. “Jaehyun, if you really wanted a kiss, you could just ask me without wasting a turn.”

“Where’s the fun in that, buttercup? You clearly like testing your limits.” His voice drops at the end of his sentence. Jaehyun stands up, approaching you slowly. “But if you want my attention, you could just ask me without trying to make me jealous.”

His boldness catches you off guard, leaving you a bit speechless to formulate a proper explanation. Your hesitation gets caught in your throat when Jaehyun lightly places his hand on your waist. “It’s late, we should probably get to bed.” His raspy baritone cadence rumbles your chest.

Fingers graze his arm softly, but he pulls away before you can get a hold of him. “Are you actually going to sleep?”

Jaehyun walks to the bottom of the staircase, motioning you to walk first. “No, I’ll be up thinking about you.” A smirk finishes his sensual taunt and you cautiously head up the stairs. 

He follows directly after you and a whistle escapes his lips. “Have I given you your daily ass compliment yet?”

“Got one this morning.” With each step, Jaehyun is quick to match. 

“Well, you look amazing everyday.” He meets you at the top of the steps and when you’re ready to part back into your room, he stops you. “Where’s my kiss goodnight, baby?” 

You can’t possibly count the numerous times you’ve rolled your eyes being around him. “In my room, if you dare wish to enter.” Though your statement was clearly sarcastic, Jaehyun raises an questionable eyebrow. 

“I’ll only come if you let me in.” His innocent eyes do not match his sinister tone and his hidden innuendos. 

“I guess I always go into your room, it would be nice to have a change.” Taking his hand, you lead him down the hallway. The doors of your other housemates are oddly closed, but you figured they wanted some privacy. His warm hand feels rough against your palm and your heart drums as you two inch closer to your bedroom.

Jaehyun gently closes your door and examines your room as if he’s never been inside. “Don’t be a stranger.” You say, dropping his hand and sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Do you leave your underwear drawer open for all your friends to see?” He snickers, his pinky holding your special red lace panties up in the air. Your eyes go wide as you quickly yank the material out of his possession and shove the cabinet closed.

“I wouldn’t have figured you were the nosey type.” You grumble, but he takes this close proximity to pull you into his bare chest. His firm hand gives your ass a soft squeeze.

“It was quite obviously on display.” His dark whisper sends a chill down your spine and butterflies to swirl in the pit of your core. The faint smell of his body wash suffocates you all around and his sultry stare has you melting in his hands. It is so difficult to resist him, you want everything that is Jung Jaehyun.

Your words are quite possibly caught in your throat, but the hesitation does not show in your expression. Lightly, your fingertips trace the outline of his biceps and his dark stare follows every drag. Admittedly, Jaehyun will find any excuse to grab your attention. Call him possessive for no good reason, but something inside him bubbles with envy whenever your other housemates even leave a lingering stare.

Although he’s not the type to be vocal about it, his facial expressions speak volumes. May it be his competitive nature, but he can’t let the others have you. You have unknowingly become off-limits to the rest, but frankly, you don’t care all too much. Your prize is already in front of you.

“Are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait all night again?” With every will, you try your best to control the nervous tremble in your bold rhetorical question.

Jaehyun wastes no more time; soft lips crash into your own and you feel like you’re floating. Only he can make you feel this way. Hands in hair, the tug on his fresh locks has him moaning through the kiss. Jaehyun loses himself in you, rubbing his semi-hard cock against your thigh and gripping your ass harshly in his hand.

Every drip of saliva is swapped in the mess of your connected mouths and you’re reminded of how rough this man enjoys to be. Your knees buckle at the thought of him and Jaehyun is quick to hold you up, placing you strategically at the end of your bed. 

Pulling away, he stands in front of you with the largest dick print against his sweatpants, along with a small wet spot. There are no bashful words exchanged as the room is filled with heavy breathing and sultry looks. Jaehyun guides your hand to his waistband, silently waiting for you to free him.

Looking up at your beautiful boy, the neediness of release almost ruins his perfect charming look. Hair is tousled wildly across his eyes and his bottom lip escapes underneath the top row of his pearly teeth. He just looks so fucked out already, you can’t imagine how much he was holding back earlier.

You pull down enough of his pants for his dick to spring up right in front of you, not expecting the lack of underwear. Your small gasp cause him to chuckle, pushing the back of your head forward toward his hard cock. “Surprised?”

“You weren’t wearing underwear the entire night?” You question him as your hands cup his balls. A sharp intake of breath is his only response before he can compose himself. 

Through gritted teeth, Jaehyun stutters, “Like you were?” He throws his head back when your warm tongue flicks against his throbbing red tip. Every vein in his arm and neck pops on display as he grabs a hold of your hair.

“You wouldn’t know.” You snicker, running your tongue up and down his shaft. Jaehyun looks back down at your piercing eyes and his dick right above your cheek.

A smirk grows devilishly, “I’m about to find out.” Pushing your shoulder back gently, your back lands comfortably on the mattress. Your heart is racing as Jaehyun gets down on his knees, situating himself in between your open legs.

“May I?” He asks, warm hands on your inner thighs as he patiently waits for your answer.

“Yes.” Jaehyun pulls your shorts down to reveal your favorite comfort cotton panties that have faded from their original color. Naturally, you grow embarrassed and quickly slap your legs closed before Jaehyun can process. 

He blinks at you questionably, quite taken aback by the abrupt motion. “Are you okay?”

“Let’s just say I wasn’t completely expecting to sleep with anyone tonight. I’m not quite prepared down there.” Your gaze drops and you anxiously fist your sheets in your sweaty hands.

Jaehyun nods, understanding your implications. “I don’t care about those things. You are…” landing a quick peck on your bare knee, he rubs reassuring circles with his thumb. “.... the prettiest baby ever. And if you’d let me, buttercup, I want to make you feel good.” 

He has always been suave with his words, as if he knows the handbook to get butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Slowly, your legs open back up before him and the slightest groan rumbles from his throat.

The wet patch on your panties is hard to ignore and he’s mesmerized, to say the least. He peels down your underwear and uses his thumb to spread your lips. Leaning forward, Jaehyun lightly licks at your erect clit and your twitch in response is enough to feed into his ego. 

He dives hungrily, eating you out until your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back is arching off of the bed. He flattens his tongue against you, pushing in and out of your dripping hole in a rhythmic motion. His nose is deep in your skin, intoxicated by your arousal, and his eyes are drinking up your uncontrollable reactions.

It’s as if electricity shocks through your lower half. The pleasure that comes with every lick and sweet suckle has you panting for more. His name echoes from your tender lips while Jaehyun inserts two fingers to stretch you out. The initial ache subsides into an indescribable pleasure; it’s the feeling of being full of anything mixing with the sensitivity of tongue against clit that has you practically on the verge of release. 

Jaehyun isn’t going to give it to you that easily. The moment your moans grow bolder, your legs begin to shake, your hand putting a little more pressure on his head, he pulls away and gets up. A desperate sigh crushes your chest as the build up leads to dissatisfaction. Jaehyun wipes his chin with the back of his hand, his two fingers glistening before being shoved into your own mouth. 

“That’s my good girl, give yourself a taste.” His hot words cause you to flood a bit more, the feeling of wetness pooling at your core. However, you two toy each other with no end as he is provoked by the way your tongue sensually swirls around his digits and how your hips keep squirming closer to the edge. “How badly do you want to get fucked?”

His firm hand holds your moving hips into the bed and you’re aching to be filled with his dick. He’s so hard that it slaps against his abdomen, red tip and spewing precum. Nonetheless, his self restraint is quite strong as he notices the defeat in your expression. Enough teasing, your body wants him endlessly. 

“Jaehyun, I want you to give me all that you got.” At the end of your request, he enters you slowly with a breathy moan. The stretch is much more than his two fingers, causing you to squirm and wiggle. Inch by inch, Jaehyun fills you to your brim and pauses for you to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, it’s been awhile since we’ve slept together. I almost forgot how tight you are.” How could this man possibly smile with so much innocence while saying such foul things? The next action causes you to go a bit dizzy as he spits down at your clit and rubs it lovingly with his thumb. You practically see stars on your mundane ceiling. 

He starts moving his hips, deep long thrusts pulling out to only sharply fill you up again. Jaehyun is relentless as every thrust forward has you moving more and more up the bed. Your legs are pressed against your chest, folding you over to hit your sweet spot. When his tip grazes upon the greatest feeling ever, your grip on the sheets grows tighter and he’s smirking at how your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy and shock.

“You’re so good at taking my cock.” He pants, moving faster than before. “My baby hasn’t been fucked properly in a while, has she?”

You’re at a loss for words at every drag and push. Regardless of you wanting to speak, no words seem to make its way out. Jaehyun narrows his eyes at you, dark grin and a menacing taunt in his low voice. A chuckle begins his sentence, “I know… it’s hard to talk when you feel so good right, buttercup? I can feel you getting more excited down there.”

Placing your legs around his waist, he leans down over you. His sneaky hand travels up your torso, giving your boobs a light squeeze through your shirt. Then, he wraps his hand around your neck gently and carefully, only applying enough pressure to drive you wild. 

He breaks his rhythm, reverting back to the previous slow pace. Something about the way you feel around him, hot and tight, needy and wet. Jaehyun just loves how your body reacts.

The feeling of soreness occupies your lower half and you’re more than certain it’s going to be rough tomorrow morning. Every thrust is agonizing, yet powerful enough to be felt in your guts. Jaehyun never fails to leave an impression.

Through your moans, you manage to stutter out his name. “Please, harder.” Jaehyun picks you up, hands supporting your butt and pressing your back against your door. Placing your legs down, you’re standing up right facing him with a confused expression at the change of location.

For a brief moment, his lustful glare is warm and friendly. It’s the same look that greets you in the car when he drives you two to campus. It’s the one he often looks at you with across the dinner table, usually accompanied with his robust laughter. Jaehyun looks at you as if he’s only ever seen you.

However, his next words are far from romantic and his hand finds its way to your throat, pinning you up against the cold door. “I want them to hear how good I fuck you.” Them. The rest of your housemates. Knowing that the house is far from soundproof, Jaehyun wants everyone to know how enthusiastic he makes you feel. 

“But--” As you begin to protest, he drives his hips up and nestles into you. His free hand grips your waist steadily as he barely pulls out, fucking you deeper until you feel him at the pit of your stomach. There is no ability to hold back your pleasure, moans just naturally fill the room and bounce off every wall.

“Cum for me, I know you’re close.” Jaehyun has no intentions to stop, the feeling of both releases being at the tip of your tongues. “Be the good girl that you are and cum for me.”

The small bubble inside of you is ready to burst. Jaehyun sucks on his fingers to coat them with saliva and reaches down to stroke at your clit. Like a switch, your internal light bulb explodes and every spark of electricity fuels your every vein. 

Your orgasm electrifies you, causing every limb to shake uncontrollably and sporadically. Jaehyun keeps thrusting up, helping you ride out the intensity of your high. 

“There you go, baby.” A small kiss on your shoulder, he pulls out and the emptiness is felt immediately. Getting on your knees, you take his cock in your mouth to help him finish. He rests his fists on the door, hovering over you as his abs flex beautifully under the fluorescent light. Hollowing out your cheeks, your throat invites him deeper and this causes him to mindlessly thrust into your mouth. 

Jaehyun sounds breathy above you, whining about how close he is to cumming. Silence in the room has been replaced with his heavy pants and soft groans, the sound of suckling and slick saliva droning out anything else.

“Fuck, y/n.” He says, as he holds your cheek in his palm and maintains eye contact with you through his brown locks. The view of his dick being swallowed up in your mouth is more than enough to drive him to his edge, strings of cum coating the back of your throat from his release. The saltiness immediately hits your palette.

Jaehyun tosses his head back until the satisfaction dissipates. Slowly pulling himself out, he moves quickly to find you a tissue. For a moment, neither one of you speak as he silently dresses himself and you wipe the remaining spit off of your lips.

He helps you up from the floor, lightly dusting off your bare knees for you. And he says something to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, “are you kicking me out like you do with the rest of your hookups?” Jaehyun laughs, wide smile and dimples deep in his soft cheeks. The glow in his skin radiates in the dimness, he’s a sight that’s too difficult to look away from.

“Did you want to stay?” Tossing on a pair of fresh underwear and pajama shorts, you have a vague memory of Jaehyun holding you after your first fuck together. 

Though Jaehyun is your friend before anything else, he responds like every other hookup unsure about the next steps. He shrugs, turning around and tapping his back for you to hop on. “I’ll take you to the bathroom to wash up.” 

Jumping on his back and wrapping your arms around his neck, he carries you down the hall to the shared bathroom. “You didn’t exactly answer my question.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, knowing how embarrassed you are going to be the next morning when facing the rest of your housemates.

“I know you’re just going to come into my room anyways, right?” He sets you down and the door to the bathroom swings open to reveal an equally surprised Haechan. 

“Shit, you two scared me.” The dramatic boy rests a hand on his chest to calm his startled heart. “You might want to air out the bathroom before doing anything in there.” Jaehyun and Haechan share a laugh as you groan, irritated by the putrid fumes that cursed the poorly ventilated bathroom.

“You’re so gross.” You say, punching Haechan jokingly on the arm.

“Says you.” Haechan pauses to poke at Jaehyun’s bare chest, “and you. We are never playing Truth or Dare ever again.” 

“Don’t hate the players, hate the game bro.” Jaehyun snickers.

Haechan pays no more attention to the two of you, back turned and hurrying into his dark room. “I do hate the game now!” He yells in a whisper, shutting his door to end the conversation. You sigh out of relief that Haechan didn’t press for more details or jokes.

Housemates, you never know what adventures you’d run into with them. Nonetheless, you don’t mind and getting to see a shirtless Jaehyun parade around the house is always a treat.