#‘can’t believe they didn’t wait for us’

[buckiverse]

☆ warnings: mdni, this is literally just a description of how caleb, zayne, and sylus jerk off and if they watch porn

☆ a/n: I have officially decided all the boys are virgins, so i feel it's only right to write about them yearning for you but also being overcome with guilt <3

☆ Caleb

Caleb has spent so long secretly admiring you, adoring you. All he wants is for you to like him the same—but Caleb is patient. Caleb understands long-suffering and is willing to wait for you. He won’t force you to come to him. You have to want it—this, as he does. With this being said, for a long time, he will not watch porn. He’ll feel bad like he’s betraying you—like you’ll know he lusted after another person. 

When you both go to college, he’d spend more time away from you for the first time, and he wouldn’t even dare to think about letting another woman touch him. He’d even have you act as a liaison, discouraging others from approaching him romantically. That didn’t mean that he hadn’t heard stories of what his friends were doing in bed, the fantasies they were living out—now he was curious. 

He’s not a boy anymore, and this is different—it’s educational, he’d tell himself. When the video loaded, a woman, blindfolded, a vibrator pressed between her folds. Teasing her clit gently. The blush spread on his face furiously as he felt himself getting hard. He watched as she writhed against the toy, but not daring to close her legs as her partner commanded. He could feel the heat spreading across his neck—taking mental notes. He would love to do this to you.

Though he had no experience, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make love to you so good you’d never want to leave. He’d read books and look at fanart, especially of things you like. If you tell him about the latest manhwa you’re reading, best believe he's going to study that shit like no other. You read romance? Well, now he does, too. 

He might even have a whole notepad. Seeing what works, what he likes, what he thinks you might like. He knows you well enough to guess, though he’d definitely ask you directly. 

But when Caleb touches himself, he’d do it with a stolen pair of panties. Sometimes, the washer would eat your socks, underwear, and towels, which was nothing new.

Now, speaking of guilt, he knows this is horrible for him, but he doesn’t know what else to do with himself. But when Caleb saw the pair, unwashed and forgotten in the washer, he couldn’t help but pick them up and stuff them in his pocket. Now he closes his eyes, stroking himself slowly, the underwear in his mouth to muffle the noises from his lips, hoping you wouldn’t hear him. He decided this would do. Using little pieces of you to get himself off. 

He would think of the times before college when he could hear your muffled moans and breaths coming from your room late at night and secretly press his head against your shared wall, trying to listen to you better. He couldn’t wait to use his newfound knowledge on you. He’s just eagerly waiting. 

☆ Zayne

Zayne wants to be romantically involved with you. He desires—yearns for it. But he knows that's not the current state of your relationship and will respect the pace at which you want to take things. His busy life keeps him occupied. He almost relies on it to monopolize his attention since he can’t give it all to you. But it doesn’t stop the guilt he feels—watching porn. 

It takes a lot for him actually to touch himself. He won’t do it often. Yet. It would be an actual internal conflict for him. When he finally decided he was going to watch porn, he would make it quick. The cold metal of his phone in his hand, the dark screen reflecting at him, would almost snap Zayne out of it—but he’s currently wrapped up in his lust. Even so, he still feels like he’s being unfaithful to you—the idea of you more accurately. 

He’ll decide only to watch one while allowing the video to load. He’s just desperate to get off at the moment. It’s almost painful, the way his cock is straining against his slacks. Lately, waiting or sleeping it off hasn’t been working. He’d been so pent up that Zayne stayed hard the whole drive home, and now he gave in. 

It's a short video, but fuck it was hot. The woman squirmed underneath her partner. And Zayne’s pupils blew wide when he saw him suck on her clit, and he could hear the *pop* of his lips detaching from her folds. The groan that fell from her lips when he pushed his tongue inside her—how his arms kept her legs pinned down, though her hips bucked upwards. 

He wanted to do that to you badly. So bad that he closed his eyes, his head thrown back, his lips parted as he leaned back in the chair, jerking himself fast. He had to have you—he couldn’t take it anymore. And he came so fucking hard, and when he finally opened his eyes, he saw the come all over his slacks.

But the guilt was quickly spreading through his chest. It almost feels like he has desires towards the people in the video, but honestly, all he wants is you. He’s never even touched another woman—but still, he felt mortified at the idea that you’d look at him and know what he was doing late at night, imagining it was you there.  

He would never touch another woman. You are all he has wanted since he was a child. Even back then, he only wanted to be connected to you, keeping other girls at a distance even into his adulthood. But maybe now that was catching up to him.

☆ Sylus

Sylus is patient—but only with you. He’d been frustrated for a while. Between your apparent hatred of him and the chaos in the N109 zone, it was slowly eating away at him. Still, no matter how adamant you were about holding your grudge, he’d never be angry with you. Disappointed? Maybe. But never angry.

He loved the game you were playing but wanted—needed—more of you. You were bonded to him, whether you realized it or not. Fated. And the longer you pretended to hate him, the more amused he became. Sylus knew your walls were crumbling, piece by piece.

Like the patient man he is, he waited. Even as you kept those walls standing, even as you unknowingly softened him in ways he never expected—he never sought out distractions. He wouldn’t watch porn. He didn’t need to. First of all, he was busy. Running a city, being a crime boss. You know, important stuff.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t come home late at night, exhausted, missing you. That he didn’t lie in bed on his stomach, the ache of longing settling deep. He might even pull a pillow beneath him, letting it fill the empty space—imagining it was you.

He’d press his weight into it, wishing it were your body beneath him instead. His breath would hitch, a flush burning its way across his cheeks as he rutted against it, slow at first, then more desperate. His fingers would twist into the sheets, knuckles white, your name slipping past his lips like a prayer.

He just felt so desperate. The need for you—your touch, your claim—clawed at his chest, leaving him raw. And when he finally came, hips stuttering in one last, shaky grind, a tear would slip from the corner of his eye.

Sylus doesn’t cry often—if at all. But the thought of you never choosing him? That breaks him.

[vampyr-ss]

yes, daddy | t. fushiguro, s. kong

summary: your daddy’s tired of you distracting him during the game & uses your uncle shiu to teach you a lesson

pairing(s): step-dad!toji x reader x step-uncle!shiu

warnings: dark content (18+) + stepcest + double penetration + creampie + throatpie + degrading + no real prep + squirting

wc: 3.6k (unedited)

others: happy post-super bowl & happy valentine’s day!! this was originally supposed to be on sunday but a lot came up. not particularly proud of this, but i’m happy to finish it! anyways, go birds!! fly eagles fly!!! 🦅🦅🦅

toji’s done his absolute best to be patient with you. you’ve been acting differently lately, more rambunctious and seductive. he can’t trust himself to be alone with you because of how you look at him when you are alone. he knows what you want, and he’s willing to give it to you. more than, actually. before today, toji has given you plenty of warnings and plenty of chances. he’s told you that he can’t do this, that you need to be outright or you won’t get what you want.

he should’ve known you’d only get worse when he invited shiu over for the super bowl. your eyes had always lingered on shiu when he came to visit. he recognized those lip bites and the gentle flutter of your lashes when your uncle spoke to you. you used the same tactics on him. you always wore the smallest amount of clothes around the house. your ass would barely be covered by your shorts or your shirt would be tight enough for him to see the outline of your nipples through the thin fabric.

toji believes this is his fault. your mother’s gone to get more food and you immediately disappeared upstairs, giggling as you went. you’d returned in your panties and an eagles shirt, leaning over the couch to speak to him. “daddy have you seen my philly sweatpants?” your voice is soft and low, eyes shifting over his face as toji glances over the couch. his eye twitches when he spots your thong—the smallest thing he’s ever fucking seen. there’s no way your cunt is fully covered. “haven’t seen them, baby.” he murmurs, though his attention hasn’t slipped from the thin material covering your pussy.

“you don’t need ‘em sweetheart.” shiu chimes in, eyes glued to your ass. he smiles at you as he pats the space between them on the couch. “come watch the game, baby. your daddy’s been waiting for this.” he emphasizing the silly title you use for your stepfather, raising his eyebrows at you. your face flushes, clearly not expecting this response, but you round the couch to sit anyway. the leather’s cold against your bare ass and goosebumps begin to rise on your skin.

more often than not, toji has impeccable self control. he restrains himself every time you come prancing around and damn near nothing with shy smiles and wide eyes. but right now? the game’s going to half, the eagles are losing by a field goal and irritation is beginning to claw at his chest. he clenches his jaw as his eyes stay glued to the tv purely to prevent himself from acting on instinct. “what’s wrong, daddy?” you purr sweetly from beside him. your hand rests on his thigh, chest pressing against his arm.

shiu huffs a quiet laugh from beside the two of you. “the game’s not going well, sweetheart. but, didn’t i tell you,” he pauses to grab you by your jaw, squeezing your cheeks so harshly that it forces your lips to pucker. “didn’t i tell you days ago not to distract us during the game? and here you go in your tiny fucking panties showing your ass off to the world.” you pout your lips at him in return the best to your ability, whining softly when his grip tightened on your face.

"'s not the whole world. jus' you and shiu." you mumble with false shyness, fluttering your eyelashes at toji. he rolls his eyes, "if you wanna be the main show so fucking bad, show me what you want." toji's words are low and angry, almost like he's been waiting for this--and he has. you freeze briefly, eyes searching his face to see if he's serious. his green eyes peer back at you expectantly, waiting for you to make your first move.

your hands almost immediately slide to his pants, eagerness rushing through your body. you didn't care if you'd come across as desperate or like some sort of slut, you just wanted toji in you and you wanted it now. toji tuts at you, his hand coming over your own to keep you from pulling his sweatpants down. "no, i want your pussy baby. don't forget your uncle's over there." he juts his chin towards shiu whose eyes are glued to your nipples poking through the fabric of your eagles tee.

shiu watches you evenly. his eyes are low and his gaze predatory, but you don’t find yourself wanting to escape. you want him to fuck your throat raw. you want this. you turn from your step-dad to his best friend, gingerly placing one of your hands on his thigh before leaning in to kiss him. shiu tastes like smoke and not the good kind. you've dated a weedhead or two, you've liked how they tasted, but the taste of tobacco is new and not entirely unwelcomed. your nose scrunches a little making shiu laugh against your mouth. his tongue is quick to press against your lips to be allowed past your lips.

you allow him in with ease while your hands fumble with his belt. you can't see toji, but you know he's enjoying this. he's possessive, but that's why he wants your pussy. shiu can fuck your throat for all he cares, but your cunt is all his. "c'mon, you're gonna kiss him to death. open wide and do what you're here for, baby girl." toji's deep and irritation-riddled voice sounds from behind you. you slowly pull away from shiu. his eyes slowly follow your movements. "show me what you had in store for your daddy, hm? let me see how nasty you are, pretty girl."

you can't deny that shiu's words send a shockwave through you. your pussy clenches and your mouth waters despite yourself. "yes sir." shiu chuckles, pressing one more smoke-scented kiss to your lips. his big hand tangles into your hair the second your lips disconnect, his eyes are low on your face but desire burns bright in them. your fingers make quick work of his zipper, desperate hands pulling at his pants and then his boxers.

shiu’s long. you don’t know what you expected, but his dick is long and curved. your heart stutters at the sight of it, mouth watering and pussy clenching. toji huffs from behind you as his palm flattens your back, forcing you to arch your ass in front of him. “go on, suck his dick. i know you want to, pretty baby.” you glance back at him for confirmation, pretty eyes narrowed in both suspicion and submission. toji may be letting you suck his best friend off, but at the end of the day you’ll be his. that was why he was getting your cunt and shiu was only allowed your mouth. this is all in good fun.

your lips wrap around shiu’s cock eagerly. your tongue slides over his tip, digging into the slit briefly before you swipe your wet muscle down and along his shaft. shiu grunts but doesn’t make any absurd noises, his fingers tightening in your hair. the pain that comes with the tug of your hair makes you moan. it’s loud and nasty, and it makes shiu’s hips jerk up and into your mouth. your tongue flattens as you move further down on his cock. toji busies himself with pulling your thong to the side though he doesn’t do anything else.

with your lips still wrapped around shiu, you wiggle your ass back towards toji. the cold air’s hitting your wet cunt and you’re starting to wish he would just touch you. you’d beg him to if your mouth weren’t full. “fuck her throat, shiu.” you look up at him through your lashes, watching your uncle look to toji with an eyebrow raised. “you sure she can take that? she’s barely taking half o’ me.” he juts his chin at toji as he asks the question and his hand grips your hair briefly before he scratches at your scalp affectionately.

“that doesn’t matter, shiu. she’ll take what you give her. ain’t that right, honey?” toji smacks your ass for emphasis, forcing a whine from your filled throat. your eyes flutter shut to relish in both the pain stemming from your ass and the brief touch of toji’s hand on your body. they open again to meet shiu’s heated gaze. you nod the best you can with his dick in your mouth, placing a pretty hand at the base to pull him out with a soft pop!. “i can take it, uncle shiu.” you purr softly, pressing his cock against your face. “i’ll be good, i promise.” you bite down on your lip as you watch him through your lashes.

shiu’s never been the greatest man, but right now he wonders what he did to get blessed with this sight. his cock twitches against your face forcing pre-cum to smear across your cheek before dribbling down to your jaw. “then don’t cry to me when it’s too much, okay?” shiu’s lips split into a shit eating grin. the hand he’s kept in your hair grips at your strands impossibly tight. he guides your now-open mouth to his dick as he practically slams his dick inside of you waiting throat. you gurgle—loudly—but neither your uncle or daddy care. if anything, toji laughs while shiu groans.

shiu watches as your eyes roll back into your head the moment he starts to roll his hips up and into your throat. his grip on your hair tightens, and toji watches with a smirk. “so fuckin’ slutty.” he murmurs. toji slaps both of your ass cheeks one more time before he spreads them experimentally. your asshole clenches out of both instinct and anticipation whilst your cunt practically drools at him. toji licks his lips, trailing a finger through your sobbing pussy. “she’s so fucking wet, shiu. i’d let you see but this is all mine,” he pauses to stick his fingers in his mouth. “fuck. she’s so sweet.”

the couch shifts under you and shiu as toji moves so one knee is on the couch. he spreads your ass once more to get a good look at your holes. he spits into your ass, watching affectionately as it’s pushed back out at him. toji finds himself mesmerized at the way your pussy glistens under the lights of the living room. you’re so fucking desperate that it’s making his cock harder than it’s ever been in his life. toji slides his tongue through your folds in a slow teasing motion. he starts at your clit, licking upwards until he finds your asshole. his tongue lingers there, sliding into your tight hole that invites his tongue in greedily. toji feels more like your ass is eating him than the other way around.

your daddy’s tongue slides out of your ass with a wet pop! but it isn’t long before his mouth is attached to your cunt. his fingers keep you spread open for him whilst his tongue assaults your pretty pussy. you groan around shiu’s cock at the sudden pleasure, gripping his thighs to keep yourself grounded in some way. shiu ignores your sounds to chase the feeling of your tight throat around his cock. your mouth’s so fucking good and he truly cannot help himself. shiu watches your face carefully as he tries different rhythms opposed to ruthlessly fucking your throat. he rolls his hips a certain way, watching the tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“fuck, toji, she’s a crier.” shiu’s voice leaves his lips airy from disbelief. there are tears sliding down your cheeks the further into your throat shiu fucks, and now that toji’s eating your cunt there’s snot beginning to dribble from your poor nose. “of course she is.” he hisses as he pulls his mouth away to shove a thick finger into your pussy. “she’s a desperate fucking slut, she’s gonna cry when she finally gets what she wants. it’s in her nature. isn’t it, slut?” toji curls his finger inside you for emphasis, and you howl around shiu’s cock. he groans, finally slipping his cock from your mouth. “how the fuck did you-shit! should’ve married this fucking mouth.”

your eyes widen at both shiu’s words and toji’s finger inside your pussy. your nails dig into shiu’s thighs to ground yourself from the pleasure thrumming through your body. you can barley see from the tears clouding your vision, you can only feel. feel toji sliding another fat finger into your pussy. feel shiu slapping his cock against your lips. feel yourself drench toji’s fingers. you’re practically blind in this interaction, but fuck is it worth it. your body feels so so good, this was better than what you were asking for with just toji. “she’s barely loosening up.” toji grunts. “just keep her throat busy, i’m not patient enough for this.”

your lips part to ask what he meant, but your question dies in your throat as toji’s tip slides into your cunt. you had an idea that toji was big but fuck does it hurt. your stomach burns at the sensation of his fat tip breaching your walls and your pussy clenches hungrily around him. “fuck, i can’t even get in her.” he hisses, spreading your cheeks to get a good look at your pussy swallowing his fat tip. “shiu, keep going. she needs to get wetter or i’m gonna rip this pretty pussy apart.” toji tuts, pressing a hand on the middle of your back to make you arch. “but, i think she wants that.”

as toji forces himself further in you, shiu stops toying with you and forces your jaw back open. he smears some of his cum across your lips. “you’re so pretty like this. i don’t know why he waited so fucking long.” you whimper softly at the compliments shiu shower you with, watery eyes darting from his face to his dick. shiu hums, sliding his dick back into your throat slowly. “should’ve been a good uncle and taken care of you and this throat, hm?” his words are strained, but you can still feel the meaning behind them. he’s been wanting to fuck you. this is just the beginning.

you can’t figure if it’s from impatience or feeling ignored, but toji shoves himself fully inside you in one harsh thrust. you lurch forward, choking on shiu’s dick as you scream the best as you can with your throat filled. shiu hisses from the vibration, pulling your head fully down on his cock to shush you. “shit, baby. you’ve been hiding this from me?” toji practically hisses his words at you. his fat cock’s splitting you open so fucking good.

your cunt squeezes hungrily around him to try and pull him in to keep him there. you can feel how wet you are, and even with that toji can barely pull back out of you. toji’s hand comes down on your ass. “not fuckin’ letting me go, huh? you this greedy? you got your uncles cock in your mouth and your daddy’s dick in this pussy but it’s not enough, is it?” his words are meant to hurt your feelings, but you clench. it’s nasty and absurd, but you like being used like this. you want them so badly it hurts. toji doesn’t give you a true chance to reply because he’s pounding your pussy as soon as he realizes you’ve heard him.

toji’s hips snap aggressively against yours, heavy balls slapping against your pussy from how hard he’s fucking into you. your fingers dig impossibly deeper into shiu’s thighs, eyes watering from how full your cunt and mouth are. shiu’s grip on your hair tightens—he ignores the choked sounds leaving your throat and the way his pre-cum’s sliding back down his cock along with your spit. you look so messy like this. there’s spit trailing down your face and neck, tears sliding down your cheeks and snot sliding from your nose. you look pathetic and it’s only turning him on more. your daddy’s grip on your hips is bruising. your hips hurt from the gee minutes he’s been fucking you, but somehow you don’t mind.

your cunt clenches at the thought of the bruises showing, that your mom will ask you what happened and you’ll have to come up with some stupid excuse. your step-daddy likes fucking you better, and you’ll be the only one to know. “she’s so sloppy, baby.” toji murmurs to no one in particular. he releases his grip on one side of your hips to rub harshly at your clit. you cry out, back bowing and eyes rolling further into your head. “i’m gonna cum.” shiu groans, shifting his grip from your hair to the back of your throat. he forces your head to stay in place, opting for jutting his hips into your throat like a dog in heat. your eyes flutter open just to see his face as he cums down your throat. you’d never describe shiu as pretty, but the way his face flushes, his lips part, and his eyes roll make you realize you want this to never end.

shiu’s cum is hot and salty as it fills your throat. you’re choking before you can think about it, sealing your lips around his dick the best you can. your tongue swirls around his tip to collect more cum the longer his orgasm lasts. you fight through the tears and the burning sensation filling your lungs and nose to take all of his cum, swallowing dutifully around him when his aimless thrusts into your pussy finally end. “fuck. toji you’re never keeping me from this fucking mouth.” he mumbled tiredly, pulling his softening cock from your mouth. “let me see, pretty girl.” you stick your tongue out for him, letting him see that you’ve swallowed it all.

“see, shiu? she’s a natural slut. born to be fucking bred.” toji chuckles, wrapping his big hand around t your throat to pull you against him. “c’mon, give me this cunt. need you to cum on daddy’s dick, can you do that, princess?” your throat hurts and so does your cunt. toji’s failed prep forced your pussy to stretch more than it had in years. you can only nod under his grip, eyes stuck on shiu as he watches through his lashes. toji pistons in and out of your cunt at a pace you hadn’t thought to be humanly possible. it feels like he’s in your stomach, his cock’s fat and long and it makes your stomach shift.

your poor pussy’s never handled anything so big before, toji almost feels bad. almost. scarred lips press against your neck hungrily. toji bites and sucks on your neck while his free hand wanders. he pinches your nipples to force a muted scream from you, back bowing from both pleasure and a need to escape. “can’t take it-oh! can’t take it anymore, ‘m gonna cum daddy.” you cry softly, voice nearly gone from the throat fucking you’d taken before. “don’t fucking tell me, just do it.” he pinches your clit for emphasis, laughing in your ear when your knees try to buckle. your cunt clenches and the knot in your stomach grows tighter with every thrust.

toji shifts his hips just slightly and it’s as if an explosion was set off in your body. your vision blurs as an unknown sense of euphoria flushes through your body. you don’t know if you cried out, if you screamed, or if you just fell limp against toji. your orgasms never been this strong in your life. you feel like you’ve been undone and put back together all in one moment. your eyes flutter open in time to see your pussy spray on the couch leaving various wet stains. shiu leans over to attach his lips to your clit, and you scream. “no! no more please!”

your stepfather and uncle ignore your cries, toji’s thrusts get harsher as he chases his orgasm. you can feel his fat cock shift in your stomach, you can feel him twitch as his orgasm nears with every thrust. another orgasm threatens your pussy with shiu’s lips still stuck on your pussy. your hands push at his head to no avail because he continues sucking. toji grunts, tightening his grip on your throat as his orgasm finally hits him. “fuck, i’m gonna get you pregnant baby.” he laughs breathily in your ear. “make sure this pussy can’t go anywhere, can’t take anyone else.” his eyes shift to shiu, who’s pulled away to kiss you again after swallowing down your second orgasm.

“i’m-‘m so full, daddy.” you whimper against your uncle’s lips though your words are aimed towards toji. shiu laughs, slapping your cheek affectionately. “if we had more time you’d be fuller than that, princess. be glad he’s the only one that came in that pussy today.” toji pulls out of you, hissing as he goes. you find yourself missing the warmth and fullness of his cock inside you. the same longing you felt for shiu’s cock in your throat. “maybe one day we’ll both get you pregnant. see who’s baby it is.” he presses one more kiss to your lips, a kiss of finality. he actually meant what he was saying. “can’t,” you trail off, “can’t do that! what if-” toji’s aggravated voice cuts you off. he shoves his fingers into your pussy to keep his cum from leaking out. “doesn’t matter if someone finds out, this is my pussy now sweetheart. your uncle shiu’s too, if i feel nice. ain’t that right?” you glance between the both of them, pursing your lips before nodding in defeat. “yes, daddy.”

[iheartlnfour]

always been you | lh43

pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: just friends who finally stop being in denial

warnings: use of y/n, kissing, fluffy romance, not proofread.

a/n: my first real post on tumblrrrr yayyy !! hope u like it <3

ꫂ ၴႅၴ

i don’t remember a time in my life without luke hughes.

some of my earliest memories are of him—messy-haired and wild, running through the backyard, grass stains on his knees, hand wrapped tightly around mine as we chased fireflies in the summer heat. he was always there. through every scraped knee, every school project, every hockey game where i cheered too loudly in the stands.

and somewhere along the way, he became more than just luke.

but i never let myself think about it too much.

because he was my best friend first. and you don’t fall in love with your best friend. even if maybe, just maybe, you already have.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ

“you’re late,” luke grumbled as i slid into the passenger seat of his car.

i rolled my eyes, shoving his arm playfully. “relax. you’re not gonna be late to practice.”

luke sighed dramatically, putting the car in drive. “that’s not the point. you’re always late.”

i grinned. “yeah? and you always wait for me anyway.”

he didn’t respond.

instead, he just drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road. he had that look again—the one where he wanted to say something but wouldn’t.

i knew luke like the back of my hand, but sometimes, he was impossible to read.

and right now? he was a locked book.

“spit it out,” i finally said.

luke blinked. “what?”

“you’re thinking about something.”

“i’m always thinking about something.”

i shot him a look. “luke.”

he let out a breath, shaking his head. “it’s nothing.”

i didn’t believe him, but i let it go.

for now.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ

jack and quinn have always been like my older brothers. they were just as much a part of my life as luke was—teasing me, protecting me, making fun of me every chance they got.

so, when jack pulled me aside after dinner one night, his expression unusually serious, i knew something was up.

“what’s going on?” i asked.

jack hesitated. “you and luke.” i frowned. “what about us?”

jack gave me a look. “come on, y/n.”

i crossed my arms, shifting uncomfortably. “there is no me and luke.”

jack scoffed. “yeah, okay. tell that to him.”

my stomach twisted. “jack…”

“you really don’t see it, do you?” jack asked, shaking his head. “he’s been in love with you since we were kids.”

my breath caught in my throat. that wasn’t true. it couldn’t be.

luke was my best friend.

if he felt that way… i would know. right?

but then, flashes of him filled my mind. the way his hand always found mine in a crowded room. the way he looked at me when he thought i wasn’t paying attention. the way he held on just a second too long whenever we hugged.

maybe jack was right. maybe i just didn’t want to see it.

ꫂ ၴႅၴ

a few nights later, i found luke sitting alone on the dock behind his house, staring at the lake.

i sat beside him, nudging his shoulder. “penny for your thoughts?”

luke huffed out a laugh, but it wasn’t his usual one. it was softer. more hesitant.

“you ever feel like… something’s right in front of you, but you’re too scared to reach for it?” he asked.

i swallowed. “yeah.”

luke turned to me then, his blue eyes searching mine. “jack talked to you.”

it wasn’t a question.

i nodded.

he let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “of course, he did.”

“luke…”

he didn’t let me finish.

instead, he reached for my hand—something he had done a million times before, but this time, it felt different. more.

“i’ve loved you for as long as i can remember,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “and i know you might not feel the same, but i can’t keep pretending i don’t.”

my heart pounded against my ribs.

because i did feel the same. i always had.

so, instead of answering, i did the only thing that made sense.

i kissed him and it felt like coming home.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Breathe Your Air

Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

What's supposed to be a smoke session with Gareth quickly turns into something very different and dirty with him and his best friend, Eddie

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (m receiving) masturbation, drug use

special thanks to @the-witty-pen-name who I couldn't have done this without!

The garage closes as Jeff and Grant leave in Jeff’s car, leaving Gareth and Eddie alone. You’re supposed to show up any minute to smoke with Gareth and he’s scrambling, trying to make the place look clean while Eddie sips on one of his dad’s beers.

He doesn’t even know why Gareth is going to such lengths to impress you. You’re just a girl and he doesn’t care how hot his friend says you are, he’ll be the judge of that. Maybe he’s just reluctant because all of the pretty girls think he’s a freak so he’s just trying to protect himself. But if you’re hanging out with Gareth then you must be cool. 

He follows Gareth into the house, grabbing a bag of chips from the kitchen on the way to the living room where he makes himself comfortable while Gareth is hurrying to straighten up the place. 

Eddie collapses onto the couch as Gareth pulls down the screen over the garage door before heading over to set up the movie as there’s a knock at the door. 

Gareth is quick to pull Eddie up from the couch, trying to get him to leave, but Eddie hurries to stand behind Gareth as he opens the door and stops in his tracks when his eyes lock on you. Gareth didn’t tell him that you were so fucking hot. He swears he’s never seen anyone prettier and he’s trying to see what he can do to stay even though he'll definitely be third wheeling your date. 

“Hi,” you beam as you enter the house before closing the door behind you and it's only then that Eddie notices that you’re carrying a plate wrapped in plastic wrap. “Sorry I’m late but I brought cookies,” you hold up the plate with a smile and Eddie thinks you’re adorable.

You pull Gareth into a hug and he can’t stop thinking about how good you smell, something sweet but woodsy and he wants to bathe in it. You’re squeezing him tightly and he can’t believe that you’re actually hugging him. No other woman ever hugs him except his mother. 

“Oh,” Gareth lets out a laugh. “It’s no problem.” You could be as late as you wanted and Gareth wouldn’t bat an eye. He’s honestly surprised that you’re even there. You’re one of the most popular girls in Hawkins so he’s still wondering why you’d want to spend a Saturday night with him of all people. 

“And you must be Eddie,” you smile again, taking in metalhead that’s taken a step back to give you and Gareth some space. “It’s so nice to meet you.” You pull him in for a hug as well and now he understands why you’re so popular. You’re nothing but a sweetheart and he’s decided that he wants to stay in your arms forever with your chin resting on his shoulder, giving him a tight squeeze as if the two of you have hugged many times before.

But here you are in your pretty dress looking like something that’s just walked out of his dreams, being so sweet with your cookies, greeting him and Eddie like you’re all old friends. You’re actually the one who suggested this get together and Gareth still doesn’t know why. He just got talking to you at the record store where you work and didn’t think you actually meant it until you gave him your phone number before he left. 

And now you’re here, in his house and he’s just waiting for Eddie to leave so the two of you can smoke up. But Eddie’s still standing in front of the couch, so close to drooling that it’s embarrassing. You’re taking in the living room so Gareth takes the opportunity to turn to Eddie to tell him to get lost because he’s tired of him ruining the mood. 

“Why are you still here?” He ask in a whisper as you’re looking at the books on his mom’s bookshelf. 

“C’mon, man, you can’t kick me out now. She hugged me.” He’s saying it like it’s supposed to mean something, but it does mean something to Eddie. Girls hug him sometimes, but never like that, never like he’s meant something to them. 

“She was just trying to be nice. Besides, don’t you have that thing you need to pick up for Wayne?” Eddie does need to do that, but no way is passing up the opportunity to smoke with you. 

“I can get on my way home. There’s no way I’m missing this.” He doesn’t actually think anything’s going to happen but he just wants to spend some time with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. 

“You’re just going to be a third wheel.” Eddie knows that’s true and supposes that he really does have a lot of things he should probably be doing than this. 

“Alright, I’m going,” Eddie grumbles as he turns towards the door. He’s about to open it, but you stop him, resting your hand on his shoulder and he turns to see the most pathetic look on your face. 

“You’re leaving?” You ask, looking really disappointed, even going as far as putting on a pout. 

“Yeah,” he nods. “Gotta get back to my uncle.” 

“You can’t stay for a little longer?” You’re stepping closer to him, reaching up and messing with his hair. He doesn’t usually let people touch it, but you’re the exception, especially when you’re looking at him with those eyes like you want to swallow him whole. 

“Well, maybe just a few minutes,” he shrugs as he closes the door, pulling you over to the couch. “Gareth, you’ve got the stuff, right?” He asks as you make yourselves comfortable and Gareth is sure that this is going to be the worst high of his life. 

He can’t fucking believe that Eddie ruining what’s supposed to be the best night of his life. He thought that maybe he actually get a chance to kiss you like he’s been wanting to for months, and maybe a little more. But now he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the chance. 

Once he comes back with the joint and his lighter, he sees that you’ve distanced yourself from Eddie, plenty of space between your bodies for Gareth to sit, but he decides to sit on the other side of you. 

“Ladies first,” he says as he hands the joint to you and you put it between your lips, turning towards him and he lights it up for you, watching you intently as you breathe in the smoke before turning to Eddie, motioning for him to move closer. 

He opens his mouth and you blow the smoke into it as Gareth watches, wondering why he feels so turned on by watching his crush and best friend shotgun. There’s something so hot, so sexual about it and it’s making his pants feel tight. 

Once you pull away, Eddie looks dizzy and you smile, turning to Gareth who’s holding his hands over his crotch and if you notice, you don’t say anything. You just motion for him to lean in. 

“Want some?” You ask and he nods furiously. 

“Please,” he demands but it comes out so pathetic like a whimper. 

“Alright, come here, pretty boy,” you grab hold of his chin and your hand feels so hot on his skin, almost like fire. He opens his mouth and as soon as you press your lips to his, he’s sure that he’s died and gone to heaven. He already feels high but he’s pretty sure that’s just you and your effect on him.

He inhales and you pull away far too soon, moving back to Eddie to give him some more smoke and he doesn’t something he probably shouldn’t. After he inhales, he grabs hold of your face, slotting his lips between yours. You’re shocked at first, but you respond pretty quickly, kissing him back as you try your best to hold the joint away from him so as to not catch him on fire. 

Gareth doesn’t even care that he’s not being kissed because for some reason, just watching is doing it for him. He’s leaning over, trying to see exactly what’s happening between the two of you and seeing your hands slide into Eddie’s hair is making him hard beyond belief. 

Your tongue is sliding into Eddie's mouth and as Eddie lets out a moan, Gareth lets out a whimper at the noise, but neither of you seem to be paying him any attention. He’s scooting closer to get a better look and swears watching the two of you make out is making him feel like he’s never felt before. 

Eddie is sure that this is the best make out session he’s ever had-not that he’s had much to compare it to-it just seems like you really know what you’re doing. And when your fingers wound into his hair, fuck, he just needs more of you. 

Eddie’s hand touches Gareth’s thigh as you pull away and Gareth’s brain short circuits, feeling the bi panic set it as you lean back against the couch, putting the joint between Eddie’s lips. He takes a drag and motions for Gareth to lean forward. Their lips touch as Eddie pushes the smoke into Gareth’s mouth and both of them are unsure why they like it so much. 

It’s so foreign but it feels so right, both of them staying like that until Gareth inhales the smoke. And once they’re done, you decide that Eddie’s friend needs to have a little fun too. You push him back against the couch then straddle his waist, tilting his head back as your lips find his. 

“Your turn, pretty boy.” 

“O-okay,” he stutters and you think it’s adorable that you make him so nervous. “Already hard for me, hm?” 

He’s not sure what he’s doing like Eddie was, but he’s trying, following along as his hands rest gently on your waist. He has only kissed one other person, a boy in seventh grade during spin the bottle. This, though, this is a real kiss, filled with so much passion and now he understands why Eddie was unable to stop. You lips are just so soft and he’s addicted to the feeling of your weight on top of him. 

You’re grinding on him now and he’s having a hard time now coming right then and there. You’re making a mess of him and he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do now. He lets his hands experimentally slide up your dress, resting on your thighs as you kiss your way down his neck. 

Eddie doesn’t know why, but he suddenly feels the urge to mimic you so he gets closer, taking another drag of the joint and blowing it out before bringing his mouth to the other side of Gareth’s neck, giving it a hard suck that causes Gareth’s breath to hitch. This is officially the best night of Gareth’s life and he’s not sure that anything is ever going to top it. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, his head spinning because of the attention he’s getting and when you get off of him, he lets out a whine but he’s instantly shushed when you bring your lips back to his neck, sucking on it like your life depends on it as Eddie palms his crotch through his jeans. 

“Do you want me to take care of you?” You ask, bringing your lips right by his ear and he feels his brain short circuit as it processes your question. 

“Please,” he whines and full on moans as you bite down on his earlobe. 

“Do you have a condom?” You ask, sitting back on your knees, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“No,” he shakes his head and just as he’s thinking that nothing is actually going to happen, Eddie pulls a condom from his pocket and holds it out as he gives Gareth’s neck a hard bite before pulling away.  

As you get undressed, Eddie takes the chance and places his lips on Gareth’s. He’s always wondering what they’ve felt like and now he finally has an excuse to see. Gareth is quick to respond, kissing Eddie back hungrily, the whole thing being mostly tongue as theirs tangle, fingers tugging on hair, hands sliding up shirts. 

Everything pauses when both of them pull away to see that you’re now just in your bra and panties, looking at you with open mouths and wide eyes as they’ve never seen a half naked woman in person before-well Gareth hasn’t-both of them almost drooling at the sight of you. 

You can see that Eddie is hard now too, but you feel like Gareth needs it more, groaning because of how desperate he is. And Eddie seems to be okay with that as you unbutton Gareth’s pants and pull them down and as you’re pulling down his underwear, his eyes widen as you spread his legs then get down on the floor in between them, patting the spot next to you and Eddie’s quick to join you. 

He takes another drag of the joint before putting it between your lips, letting you finish it off. Once it’s done, you put it out on the coffee table behind you before spitting into your hand, Gareth’s rock hard cock in it and giving it a few slow pumps to start him off then they get progressively quicker and Gareth is losing his shit, grabbing onto the couch cushion underneath him as if his life depends on it. 

Once you feel like he’s ready, you wrap your hand around the base and bring the tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, teasing the slit. Eddie is watching over your shoulder, wishing he could take your place, but he’s perfectly content watching. He could get off just from this and he’s not sure what that says about him, not that he cares. 

“Oh my god,” Gareth whines. He’s never experienced anything like this, but now he’s starting to get the hype of all of it, why the men around him are obsessed with being sucked off. 

You pull away all too soon and can hear him whine as he no longer feels your lips wrapped around him. You turn to Eddie and gesture at Gareth’s cock, wanting to let him in on the action. 

“Is that okay?” Eddie looks up at his best friend and Gareth nods enthusiastically. He really doesn’t care who’s sucking him off as long he gets the relief he needs. And besides, they’ve already kissed so what’s a blowjob? 

You move out of the way, wiping the spit from your mouth as Eddie takes your spot. He’s only sucked one other cock before so he at least kind of knows what he’s doing. 

You’re quick to hold his hair back for him as he grabs hold of Gareth and takes him into his mouth as if he’s done this exact thing a million times. He’s mimicking what he just saw you do and you look up to see Gareth grabbing onto the couch cushion again, his eyes shutting tight as Eddie starts to suck, taking more of him little by little, his tongue teasing the slit as he does so. 

You tie off Eddie’s hair with the hair tie on your wrist then move to sit on the couch next to Gareth, feeling like he needs some support. 

“That’s it, baby. Look at you, doing so well,” you encourage him, running your hand through his hair gently. His head is leaning against the back of the couch as he lets out a loud moan in response to Eddie’s work. As if you weren’t wet already, hearing the noise makes you even more so and you reach into your underwear to take care of yourself, your fingers moving rapidly  as you’re still trying your best to encourage Gareth. 

“Holy shit,” he moans again and god, what you’d do to hear him moan your name. 

Eddie’s got all of Gareth in his mouth, his nose pushed into his bush as he’s fully deepthroating it. He’s gagging, but he’s still going, desperately trying to get Gareth and just by the way he’s behaving, you can tell he’s close. But you’re the one who comes first, moaning Gareth’s name so loud that Gareth’s eyes widen as he turns to you. 

Eddie’s still working, his eyes shifting to you and he’s rock hard now as he sees your hand in your panties. Gareth comes not long after you do, screaming loudly as his knuckles are a bright white as he’s holding onto the cushion. 

Eddie’s quick to swallow before pulling Gareth’s cock out of his mouth with a loud pop, watching him with a smug smirk on his face as he sits there, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead. 

You push Gareth’s hair back as you pull your hand from your panties, dangling your slick soaked fingers over his mouth. A small amount drops onto his lips and he makes eye contact as he licks his lips slowly in a seductive manner before taking your hand and putting your fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking on them until they’re clean. 

“Do you wanna fuck me?” You whisper and he wants to, god does he want to, but he’s scared. He’s never actually done it before and he’s afraid that he’s going to do it wrong. But you look so hot and hearing you climax really makes him want to be the reason for you doing so.

“Please,” he whines and your face lights up. Eddie helps Gareth remove his pants from his ankles and you push him so his back is flat against the couch. You remove your panties and let them fall to the floor before lying on top of him, Eddie moving to be right beside the couch so he can watch the whole thing. 

Gareth thinks you’re going to get to it, but to his surprise, you lean down and press your lips to his, this kiss soft and sweet unlike your other ones. It’s slow and you take your time just getting to know his lips thinking to yourself that you could kiss him all night and never get bored. 

“This-this is my first time,” he tells you. “So don’t be surprised if I’m not good.”

“Shit.” You pull away quickly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth again. “I’m sorry, I-”

“No,” he shakes his head as he grabs hold of your hands. “I want to, Please fuck me.” He doesn’t care how pathetic he sounds. He just needs this so bad and he wants you and only you to be his first. 

“If you’re sure. But we can always stop if you’re uncomfortable.” 

“Okay,” he nods. 

“Eddie?” You ask, turning to the metalhead. 

“Hm?” He replies, and for a second, he’s convinced that you’re going to ask him to leave the room. 

“Can I have the condom?” You ask and he’s wracking his brain, trying to remember where he set it. He sees it peeking out from under Gareth’s leg and reaches for it before handing it to you. Once you have it in your hands, you grab hold of his chin and pucker your lips as you lean towards him. 

“Thank you, baby,” you say as you give him a quick peck and for some reason, that’s what makes him blush, not all of the stuff he’s done with his best friend tonight. That was nothing, apparently. 

“You’re welcome,” he replies, now smiling like an idiot as he watches you put the condom onto Gareth. You finally top him and the feeling is so foreign, unlike anything he’s experienced, but it already feels so good. 

You start out slowly, trying to get him used to the feeling as your hands rest on his shoulders and he’s already moaning even though you’ve barely done anything. He has no idea what he’s doing but he knows that he’ll be talked through it. You know it’s his first time so you’re not expecting him to know everything.

Eddie unzips his pants and whips his cock out, spitting into his hand and grabbing hold of his cock, just waiting until it gets hot and heavy so he can get himself off. He goes for it when he watches you help Gareth take off your bra, your hard nipples driving the man crazy. 

You’re picking up your pace and so does Eddie so he can match you, so many noises filling the room between the three of you. 

“Buck your hips,” he tells Gareth who turns to him in confusion. You grab hold of his hips and pull them towards yours to show him what you mean. Once he gets it, he does exactly what you did, causing his cock to go deeper inside. 

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie moans as his hand is pumping even harder. This is better than any porn he’s ever seen and maybe it’s weird that he’s so turned on but neither you nor Gareth seem to care so neither does he. 

Gareth keeps doing what you showed him and other than his nervousness, you wouldn’t even be able to tell that he was a virgin. You think it’s cute that he’s awkward about it. It’s refreshing because too many men are so confident when they’re doing the wrong thing. 

“That’s it,” you encourage. “Just like that. You’re such a good boy.” Gareth is sure that he’s going to come just by hearing that.

“Harder,” Eddie demands and you both do as he asks, taking it to the next level and Eddie’s even more hard as he watches your tits bounce up and down because of how hard and fast you’re moving. Fuck, maybe he’s going to be the one to come first. 

And when he turns to Gareth, seeing how heavily he’s breathing, the sweat dripping down his body, it’s definitely doing something for him and he doesn’t know how the two of them can continue being friends like nothing happened, but that’s a bridge he can cross later. Right now, Gareth is the hottest man he’s ever seen and he’s totally okay with that. 

Gareth’s back arches as another scream falls from his lips, this time, your name slipping out and you’re nothing but flattered, knowing that that is going to be replaying in your head on repeat, what you think of when you have no one around you to get you off. 

“That’s it,” Eddie says. “You’re both doing so good. Just like that.” 

“More,” Gareth slurs and you can’t help but laugh. You’re not even sure that he has any more to give.

“I think we’re done.”

“Done?” He slurs, as if he doesn’t believe you, but you’re already getting off of him and reaching for your dress and slipping it on. 

“We can do this another time, I promise,” you lean down and press a kiss to his lips before handing him his underwear and jeans. Again? As in he can fuck you again and Eddie can watch? God, Eddie really hopes he can watch. 

“Okay,” he smiles and gets his bottom half dressed as you reach for your bra before heading towards the door, the boys following closely behind like lost puppies. 

“Oh, you forgot this,” Gareth holds up your panties and you take them from him before slipping them into his back pocket before pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. 

“Keep them,” you wink then turn and give Eddie a kiss as well.  “Don’t worry,” you tell him as you pull away. “You’ll get your turn next time and it’ll be so rough that you can’t walk.” For once, he’s rendered speechless and you just giggle and turn on your heel with your bra and heels in hand, completely oblivious that you’ve turned their world completely upside down.

[newtonsheffield]

Idk why but that new little scene of Anthony we got gave me this idea of where Anthony is in his office late at night with his son sleeping beside him. He has taken Neddy with him to his office because he was fussy and Anthony wanted Kate to sleep. Once Neddy settled down they stay in there while Anthony does some work until Kate comes down to find them together and just can’t believe how lucky she is to have her little family that she never allowed herself to want.

Ugh I’m obsessed with them!! can’t wait to see an official picture or scene of Kate and Anthony together being new parent to baby Edmund!!!

I think that’s part of why this is so special. Kate never allowed herself to believe that she could be cherished this way if she wasn’t useful. And now she has Anthony whom she was an active menace to for months when they first met and he really does love her unconditionally. Anthony who was so excited to become a father he wanted to stand on the roof and shout it out to people. She feels lucky as well.

She’s heard from so many other ladies that their husbands couldn’t be less interested in their children. But Anthony’s not like that.

She woke slowly one night, confused at the darkness around her. She turned to nestle back against Anthony only to find him gone. Kate sat up, blinking slowly to take in their surrounds and then she heard it.

“I was out riding one morning.”

Anthony voice was coming from the next room, the faint glow of a candle leaking in from the sitting room.

“I was not my best self then and all of a sudden, a woman flew past me on a horse.”

Kate smiled to herself as she slid out of the sheets, padding over to peer round the doorframe. Her heart ached in her chest when her eyes fell on Anthony, with their tiny son cradled against his bare chest smiling softly.

“I thought she might be in trouble so I chased after her and when I caught up to her I realised she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Can you guess who that was? That’s right it was Amma. And she did not like me one little bit at first.”

“Are you filling our son’s head with lies?”

Anthony’s rumpled head shot up in surprise but his lips softened into a smile when he saw her. “Not at all. He was fussy and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I liked you plenty then you know.” Kate smiled, “I was even excited to see you that night. Then of course-“

“I opened my mouth a ruined it.”

“Quite.” Kate settled beside him on the sofa, running her fingers gently through Edmund’s shock of dark hair. “I never thought I’d find this.”

“You’re happy, aren’t you?” She could see the worry in his eyes. “You’re glad you chose me?”

“Anthony, I couldn’t be happier. I’m more than glad I found you. I’m not sure I ever would have allowed myself to acknowledge what I wanted if you hadn’t stormed into my life.”

Anthony pressed his forehead against hers, “I feel the same way. Now let me finish telling Neddy his story.”

[fullsunstrawberry]

[Part 25: gonna eat him up]

synopsis: New year's resolution leads to you hitting the gym with your two muscle-head friends. But things get complicated when feelings and emotions are involved.

word count: 4.3k (didn’t proof read, didn’t have time lol)

content warnings: sex in a pool, spit kink, cunilingus, praising kink, kind of mean dom Jeno, no condom mentioned (ops), a lot of use of the words heat/cock/dick/bulge, grinding, etc.

a/n: happy valentine’s day to all my single people out there!!! Also want to dedicate this post to my Valentine pookie bear @johnnysuhbmarine <3

taglist (18+) CLOSED

"Let's go to the pool," Jeno says casually like he hasn’t been stealing glances at you all night, waiting for the right moment to ask.

You don’t bother looking up from your phone, already getting ready to tease him. “You just want an excuse to see me in a swimsuit.”

He doesn’t even pretend to deny it. “Yeah, so what?”

You giggle as the bed shifts beneath you. When you look up, he’s sitting there with his swim trunks in his hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxes, tilting his head toward the private pool just outside. “It’s just us. You know you want to.”

You pretend to think about it, stretching out on the bed like you have all the time in the world. “Fine but if I catch you staring, you owe me a massage.”

Jeno smirks, leaning down until his lips hover just beside your ear. “Don’t need a bet for that, baby. I was gonna do it anyways.”

The warm water and dim pool lights make the night feel almost unreal. You step in slowly, letting the sensation wash over you. You can feel Jeno’s gaze before you even look up.

He’s leaning against the edge of the pool, arms spread along the ledge, watching you with no shame.

You raise an eyebrow. "Not even trying to be sneaky, huh?"

Jeno grins. “Why would I, when you look this good?”

You roll your eyes, but heat creeps up your neck anyway. Deciding to test him, you swim closer, stopping just inches away. His eyes darken the second you enter his space.

“If you’re gonna stare all night, at least do something useful,” you tease.

His hands find your waist under the water, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin. “And how do I do that?”

“By letting me win when I race you.”

Jeno chuckles, low and deep. “Oh, baby, that’s not happening.”

You pout, trailing your fingers lightly along the back of his neck. “Not even if I say please?”

His grip tightens. “I see what you’re doing.”

You laugh softly, but before you can say anything else, he pulls you closer, pressing you against him as the water splashes around you.

“You like me too much to play dirty,” he murmurs, voice husky, gaze flicking between your lips and your eyes.

You smirk. “Maybe I do. But I think you like me more, so you will let me.”

His lips brush the corner of your mouth, slow, lingering. “I think you’re right,” he breathes,“ and I think I want you to be mine. Officially mine.”

Your heart skips a beat. The words settle between you, heavier than the heat in his gaze, heavier than the teasing touches between you two.

You press your forehead against his, fingers tangling in his damp hair. “Jeno… I already am.”

The space between you vanishes as he kisses you—deep and slow. Any lingering doubt melts away in the warmth of his lips and the steady press of his body against yours.

At that moment, you were silently thanking that this was a private pool, leaving just the two of you.

Jeno pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, filled with both tenderness and hunger. "I can’t believe you're finally mine," he confessed softly, as if speaking too loudly might jinx it.

A smile tugged at your lips, your heart swelling with warmth. "I was always yours," you whispered in response, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertip.

His lips curl into a wide, satisfied smile. "Yeah, but now it’s official."

"Yes, all yours. No more stupid blind dates just to get over you," you assured him, leaning in to capture his lips in another kiss, feeling his puppy-like smile on your lips.

"Now you can just get under me instead."

You can’t help but giggle at his cheesy line, shaking your head in playful disbelief. “That’s so stupid,” you tease, but the heat in your chest tells a different story.

"Jeno hums against your lips, his hands gripping your waist as he pulls you closer, spinning you so you're now pressed against the pool wall."

The water splashes around you, splashing softly against your skin, but all you can focus on is the way his body feels pressed against yours.

“God I love you,” he murmurs, voice thick with something you don’t quite have the strength to tease him for. His breath fans across your cheek as his nose brushes yours. “Love you so much.”

It took a moment for his words to register, your focus more on the way his body was pressed against yours.

Love.

Your fingers tighten in his hair as your heart races, a rush of emotion swelling in your chest so fast it leaves you dizzy. He loves you. Jeno loves you. And the way he says it—like it’s the easiest, most natural thing in the world.

Damn it. You wanted to say it first.

A shaky laugh escapes your lips, and Jeno pulls back just enough to search your face, brows furrowing. “What?” he asks softly, his hands steadying you against the pool’s edge, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin.

You shake your head, biting your lower lip, trying to swallow down the flood of feelings threatening to spill over. “I was supposed to say it first,” you mumble, half-pouting, half-smiling.

Jeno blinks, and then a slow, knowing grin spreads across his lips. “Oh, yeah?” His voice dips, teasing, but there’s something soft in his gaze, something gentle. “You’ve been holding out on me, baby?”

Your cheeks burn, but you don’t look away. “Yeah,” you admit, fingers trailing down to rest over his chest, feeling its steady, heavy rhythm beneath your touch. “I wanted to be the first one to say it.”

His hands tighten on your waist, his expression melting into something unbearably affectionate. “You still can,” he murmurs, leaning in until his lips are just a breath away from yours.

You swallow, your heart beating fast, but this time, you don’t hesitate. You meet his gaze, steady, certain, and let the words spill freely.

“I love you, Jeno.”

The second they leave your lips, he exhales sharply, like he’s been waiting. Like he’s been holding his breath for this very moment. Then he’s kissing you, hard and deep, like he wants to make sure you feel every ounce of what he can’t put into words.

And just like that, you don’t care who said it first anymore. Because it doesn’t matter. You love each other. The worries about how things might get awkward with the group, or whether your friends will accept this, fade away. None of that matters now. It’s just the two of you, and that’s all that ever truly mattered.

Jeno pulls you from your thoughts by pressing his bulge against you, his chest rising and falling with each breath. “I love all of you,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, his lips brushing against your ear. “I’ve always been in love with you.”

A heat rushes to your stomach, spreading lower as his fingers flex against your bare skin. You tilt your head back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes under the glow of the pool lights.

“So show me,” you challenge, voice softer than you intend.

Jeno doesn’t hesitate.

He lifts you effortlessly, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, the cool water doing little to calm the heat building between you two.

His lips find yours again, hungrier this time–claiming. You gasp into his mouth, fingers tangling in his damp hair yet again while he presses his bulge on your heat, letting you feel every inch of him. His lips trail down, kissing a slow path along your jaw, then lower, his teeth grazing just enough to send a shiver racing down your spine.

“Jeno…” His name slips out in a breathless whisper, but it’s enough to make him groan against your skin.

“Say it again,” he murmurs, his voice rough. His hands slide up, his touch possessive.

"Jeno…" His name slips out in a breathless whisper, but it’s enough to make him groan against your skin. His hands slide up, his touch possessive, sending needles beneath your skin.

His lips curve into a smirk. “I love it when you say my name like that.” He shifts you higher against the pool wall, the water swirling around your hips, making you arch your back.

He wastes no time. His mouth closes over yours, a possessive kiss that steals your breath and leaves you trembling. He deepens it, tongue tangling with yours, and the sensations are overwhelming. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your jawline, to the sensitive part of your neck, making you moan his name again.

“Jeno…” It's less of a name and more of a plea, a desperate sound torn from your lips.

He seems to thrive on it. He lifts his head just enough to meet your eyes, and the raw hunger in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine. “I want you, Y/N," he whispers, his voice husky, almost desperate. "God, I want you so bad."

Without breaking eye contact, he shifts his grip, sliding his hands beneath your thighs, and lifts you effortlessly. You gasp, your legs instinctively wrapping tighter around his waist for balance. He steps back, positioning you on the edge of the pool, your hips flush against the cool tile, the water dripping down your legs.

The movement brings him face to face with your heat, pressed against the thin fabric of your bikini bottom. Before looking up to look into your eyes.

Your breath hitches, and a blush creeps up your neck, but you don't look away. You meet his gaze, your eyes locking with his, silently consenting.

He leans closer, his breath ghosting over your lips. "Tell me you want me too," he murmurs, his voice thick with need.

"I want you, Jeno," you whisper back, the words barely audible.

His lips curve into a possessive smile, and he pulls himself up out of the water, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. Pressing closer, his hips grinding against yours, and pulling a gasp from your lips. His hands roam down your back, cupping your bottom, lifting you higher against the pool edge.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," he murmurs against your skin. He pulls back slightly, his eyes staring into yours.

"Are you ready for me?"

You swallow hard, your heart hammering against your ribs. You nod, your eyes locked on his, trusting him completely.

His smile is slow and predatory, and he pulls back just slightly, his gaze dropping to your bikini bottom. A flicker of mischief dances in his eyes. He trails his fingers down your stomach. His fingers lingers just above the waistband of your bikini bottom.

He traces the elastic with a fingertip, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You gasp softly, instinctively arching your back, wanting more of his touch.

"So soft," he murmurs, his voice a low. He presses a kiss to your collarbone, his hands still hovering just above the edge of your bikini. "But I want to see more."

Your breath hitches as he slowly, deliberately, hooks his fingers under the side of your bottoms. He pauses, his eyes meeting yours, gauging your reaction. You don't resist, your body screaming for him to continue.

With a slow, deliberate slide, he pulls the fabric to the side, exposing a bit of skin. The sudden rush of cool air against you makes you gasp. He repeats the action on the other side.

He inhales sharply, his gaze darkening. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispers. He leans in, his lips finding the sensitive skin of the inside of your thigh. You moan softly, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

He nibbles and kisses his way closer, closer to where you need him the most. He pauses again, his breath warm against your skin.

"Do you like this, baby?" he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

"Jeno..." you breathe, his name a plea and approval all in one.

That's all the permission he needs. He wastes no time. Your breath hitches as he nears the exposed skin, his tongue flicking out to taste you through the damp fabric of your bikini.

He lowers himself slightly in the water, bracing himself against the side of the pool, giving him better access. His hands grip your hips, holding you firmly in place as he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin there.

You gasp, grabbing his shoulders, your knuckles white. He knows exactly what he's doing, driving you wild with his slow, deliberate licks.

Then, with a groan that rumbles in his chest, he begins to eat you out.

His tongue is fast, tracing patterns across your clit, teasing. He sucks gently, then harder. You arch your back, pressing yourself against his mouth, begging for more.

The sensations are overwhelming, a wave of pleasure that overtakes everything else. You whimper, your body trembling as you linger on the edge of your climax.

He knows you're close, and he increases the pressure, his tongue teasing you relentlessly. You cry out, your body trembling as you break apart. Waves of pleasure wash over you, each one more intense than the last.

He continues to lick and suck, milking every last drop of pleasure from you, until you're a shaking mess, clinging to him for support. Finally, when you can't take anymore, he pulls back, a satisfied smile on his face, but doesn't stop.

Instead, he traces the outline of your lips with his fingertip, gathering the remaining wetness. He brings the fingertip to his lips, savoring the taste of you, his eyes never leaving yours. As he does this, you notice his hips begin to subtly grind against the smooth tile of the pool wall in front of him.

He licks up every last drop, his tongue softly rubbing against your sensitive skin, ensuring nothing is wasted. He makes a slow, deliberate show of it, stretching the moment. The steady grind of his hips against the pool wall grows stronger, becoming almost frantic.

Then, the unexpected happens.

He leans back slightly, gathering a mouthful of spit. Your eyes widen in surprise. You can feel the vibrations from his body as he continues to grind against the pool wall, low groans slipping out of his lips. Before you can react, he spits, the glistening blob of saliva landing directly on your clit, mixing with the remaining traces of your orgasm.

A gasp escapes your lips, the sensation both shocking and hot. He watches your reaction intently, his expression unreadable, a slight shine of sweat now visible on his forehead. The grinding motion against the pool wall becomes more urgent, more desperate. Then, slowly, deliberately, he uses his thumb to rub the saliva into your already sensitive spot.

Your muscles clench automatically as he grinds the spit against your clit. You whimper, your head falling back. He gently but firmly cups your face with his other hand, turning your head back to meet his piercing gaze.

He doesn't break eye contact as he gathers another mouthful of saliva. "Open your mouth," he commands his voice, almost a growl.

Hesitantly, you obey, parting your lips slightly. He doesn't waste a second. He spits directly into your mouth, the warm liquid pooling on your tongue. You instinctively want to gag, but his intense gaze holds you still.

"Swallow," he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Without even thinking, you force yourself to swallow, the taste of his spit and your cum mixed was strangely arousing.

As soon as you've swallowed, he moves forward, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss. He kisses you hard, possessively. The taste of his saliva lingers, mingling with yours.

He finally breaks the kiss, his breath ragged against your lips. He cups your face again, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones.

"Good girl," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "You're such a good girl."

He kisses you again, a softer, more tender kiss this time as if to reward your obedience.

You find yourself craving him, longing for more of him. The grinding of his hips against the pool wall becomes almost unbearable, a taunting reminder of what you want, what you desperately need.

Tears prick at your eyes, a mixture of arousal and frustration. You can't hold back any longer. The words spill out in a plea.

"Please, Jeno," you whisper, your voice trembling. "Please, I want you. I need you. Please, I need your cock."

The words hang in the air between you. You watch his face intensely, searching for any sign of his reaction. The grinding against the pool wall stopped abruptly.

His expression remains unreadable for a moment, a flicker of something intense in his eyes. Then, a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. He seems to enjoy your desperation and how ready you are to beg.

He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Beg for it," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Beg for it properly, y/n."

Swallowing your pride, you let your head fall back, exposing your throat. "Please, Jeno," you repeat, your voice now laced with desperation. "Please, I'm begging you. I want your dick inside me. I need it. Please, please, please."

Jeno’s eyes darken, and his grip on your face tightens slightly. He runs his thumbs along your jawline. He pauses for a moment, letting the tension build, savoring the power he holds over you.

Then, with a sudden surge of strength, he lifts you slightly, hooking an arm under your thighs and pulling you closer against him. The coolness of the pool water swirls around your lower body as you rise, goosebumps spread over your body. The cold water contrasts with the growing heat between your legs.

As he lifts you, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him for support. The movement brings your bodies even closer, and you can feel the subtle shift in the water around your pelvis. He positions you deliberately, maneuvering you until his hard cock, now submerged and slick with pool water, is pressed directly against your soaked bikini.

A gasp escapes your lips, as he grinds against you slowly, deliberately. The cool caress of the pool combined with the friction sends a wave of pleasure to your core. You can feel the heat of his skin, the hardness of his muscle, the throbbing hardness of his cock.

He continues to tease you and himself as he presses against you, moving back slightly, then pressing again. Each time, the feeling grows stronger, increasing the pressure and driving you crazy.

The water sloshes and swirls around your most sensitive areas, increasing the pleasure, while also increasing the torment of him not being in you. Clenching on nothing but water.

He pauses again, holding you suspended in place, his hard cock still pressed against your entrance, both of you submerged to just above your hips.

"Almost," he murmurs, his voice a teasing whisper. "Almost there, good girl. Just a little more begging for teasing me earlier..."

"I'm sorry," you whine, the words barely audible above the gentle lapping of the water against the pool's edge. "I'm so sorry, Jeno. I didn't mean to tease you. Please, forgive me."

"That's a start," he says, his voice still a low growl. "But it's not enough. Tell me what you want. Tell me how much you need me after teasing me like that."

Your breath hitches in your throat. You can feel the blush rising in your cheeks. "I… I want you inside me, Jeno," you stutter. "I need you inside me so badly. I need to feel you filling me up. I need you to make me feel so good."

You can feel his grip tighten slightly, a sign that you're finally getting through to him. He shifts again, a subtle movement that sends a fresh wave of shivers through you. His cock, still slick with water, presses even harder against your soaked bikini bottom, the head of it teasing against your swollen clit.

"Make you feel good, hm?" he murmurs, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice. "And how should I do that, princess?"

"However you want," you whisper, your voice trembling. "However you want, Jeno. Just… please. Just fuck me."

A moment of silence hangs between you, broken only by the sound of your heavy breathing and the gentle splashing of the water. Then, finally, you feel him shift again. He slides his hands down to grip your thighs, lifting you slightly higher, and positioning you perfectly.

"Alright, baby," he says, his voice now a low, husky growl. "You asked for it."

And with that, he pushes forward, the head of his cock finally parting your wet bikini and pressing against your entrance. The sensation is so intense, so overwhelming, that you cry out, a sharp, uncontrollable moan.

He hesitates for a second, giving you a chance to pull back, to change your mind. But you don't. You cling to him tighter, urging him to continue. And then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushes inside you, the feeling of him filling you up completely makes your head spin.

At first, the thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one building on the last as Jeno takes his time to savor the moment. You can feel his cock growing harder, stretching you to your limits, and yet it's not painful.

"You're so tight," Jeno growls, "You feel so good wrapped around me."

You can't respond, not with words. All you can do is cling to him, your body arching upward as he drives deeper into you. The sensations are becoming more intense, more overwhelming, and you're not sure how much longer you can keep this up.

But Jeno seems to sense your limits, and he adjusts his pace accordingly. He begins to move faster, more furiously, his cock pounding into you with a steady intensity that feels like it could swallow you entirely.

You feel yourself tipping on the edge of your orgasm, the water swirling around you. And then, suddenly, you're there. You're climaxing hard while you search for something to grab. Gripping and squeezing his muscular arm that is gripping your waist.

The world around you dissolves, leaving only Jeno's body, his cock, and the sensation of being utterly, completely consumed by him. You cry out, a sound that's lost in the water splashing around, as the orgasm washes over you.

As you come back to yourself, gasping and trembling with pleasure, Jeno slows his pace, his body still buried inside you. You can feel him trembling, too, his muscles straining.

And then, he leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear. "You’re perfect," he whispers. "Perfect for me."

You can't respond, not yet. You're still trying to catch your breath, still trying to process the intensity of what just happened.

The world spins, the aftershocks of your orgasm still running through you. Just as you start to regain a sense of stability, Jeno throws his head back with a raspy groan. You feel the unmistakable pulsing of his orgasm deep within you, a hot, insistent throbbing that sends fresh shivers down your spine.

He clenches his jaw, his body tensing as his own orgasm washes over him. You can feel his muscles contracting around yours, milking every last drop. He's completely lost in the moment, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged.

Finally, the pulsing slows down, leaving him shaking and still buried deep. He rests his forehead against yours, his breathing slowly returning to normal. The silence hangs thick between you.

He pulls back slightly, enough to look you in the eyes. His gaze is intense, searching. He sees the vulnerability there, the lingering shock of the experience, the dawning realization of what just happened.

A blush creeps up his neck, a stark contrast to his earlier dominance. He looks almost…shy.

"I… I didn't mean to…" he stammers, the words stumbling over each other. He breaks eye contact, looking away towards the edge of the pool. He almost looks guilty.

The shift in his demeanor is shocking. No longer the confident, teasing man from moments ago.

"It's okay," you whisper, "It felt… so good."

Jeno's eyes snap back to yours, a look of relief washing over his face.

“I wasn't too mean?”

His question surprises you. "Mean?" you echo, tilting your head slightly. The word seems so out of place considering how hot that was. "No, not mean. Intense, maybe… but not mean."

The relief that floods his face is almost funny. The tension in his shoulders eases and he lets out a small, shaky breath.

"Good," he says softly, his voice gaining a little more confidence. "Good. I didn't want to… I never want to hurt you." He reaches out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

He quickly moves to support you, one arm slipping under your thighs and the other around your hips. With a gentle but firm grip, he begins to lift you out of the pool.

The water rushes past your skin as he pulls you up. As you come out of the pool, he sets you gently on the lounge chair beside it, smoothing the towel over your skin. You shiver at the sensation.

Jeno moves to sit beside you, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for any sign of distress. He seems genuinely concerned if he took it too far, and a warmth spreads through your chest at the sight.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up and then we can watch a movie.”

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[prettygirl-gabi]

Sweet Clues and Sweeter Moments

Paring: Aubrey Griffin x reader

POV: First-person

Fandom: UConn’s Women’s Basketball

Word Count: 1,300+

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and Aubrey wants to make it extra special, scavenger hunt why not…

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. I groggily rolled over and checked the time—7:00 AM. Perfect, an extra hour before my day would begin. But just as I was about to sink back into my warm blankets, I noticed a message from Aubrey.

Aubrey: Good morning, babe! Check your door when you get up 😉

I furrowed my brows, sitting up and instantly feeling a mix of confusion and excitement. What could she be up to this time?

After a few minutes of lying there, trying to decipher the message, I decided to get up. I pulled on a hoodie and shuffled to the door, half expecting to see a bouquet of flowers or maybe a little note. Instead, when I opened it, I found a small box wrapped in shiny red paper, a note taped to the top that read, “The hunt begins here. - A”

I stared at it for a moment, processing what this might mean. A scavenger hunt? On Valentine’s Day?

I grinned, already knowing this was going to be one for the books.

The first clue led me to the basketball court. I made my way there, feeling a little silly but excited all the same. The campus was still waking up, with just a few early risers out for morning jogs or heading to class. When I reached the court, there was another note attached to the bleachers.

“To the person who’s always my MVP… you know what to do next. - A”

It took me a second to figure it out, but then I remembered the secret spot Aubrey and I had when we were freshmen, just before we started dating. I rushed to the equipment shed by the court and found the next clue taped to the back wall.

I pulled it off, practically grinning from ear to ear, and read:

“You’re getting warmer. Go to where we first sat after that crazy game last year. - A”

I knew exactly where this was. It was a bench by the fountain, where we had sat for hours talking about everything and nothing after an intense game. It felt like no time had passed at all, even though the world around us had kept moving.

When I reached the fountain, there she was—Aubrey, leaning against the stone rim with that smile of hers.

“Looking for something?” she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Aubrey!” I laughed, running up to her. “You had me running all over campus!”

She chuckled, standing up to pull me into a hug. “You love it. And you’re only halfway through, babe.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “I can’t believe you got the whole team involved. I saw Sarah handing me a clue by the court.”

Aubrey laughed. “Yeah, I had a little help. KK’s probably waiting for you at the next spot.”

“Of course,” I grinned. “You really went all out this year, huh?”

She shrugged with a playful grin. “Anything for you. You know I’ll do anything to see that smile.”

“Well, I’m smiling, aren’t I?” I said, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Okay, okay, I’ll keep going. What’s next?”

Aubrey handed me a small piece of paper, and I read it aloud:

“Now, head to the place where we made the best memories after the UConn game. You’ll find something sweet waiting for you. - A”

I raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t…”

“Oh, I did,” she said, winking. “Go check the locker room. KK’s got a little surprise for you.”

By the time I reached the locker room, I was practically glowing with happiness. Aubrey had really outdone herself. I pushed open the door and found KK standing there, holding a small envelope.

“I’m assuming you’re looking for this?” she said, handing me the envelope.

I opened it to find another note, this one with the final clue:

“This is where we started it all. Meet me where we’ve laughed, cried, and everything in between. - A”

I didn’t need to think twice. Aubrey and I had spent countless nights binge-watching movies in our dorm, talking about everything and nothing, just being ourselves.

When I got back to the dorm, the door was ajar, and the warm smell of popcorn filled the air. I walked inside and saw the lights dimmed, with candles scattered around the room. On the bed, there was a blanket fort made with pillows and sheets, a giant bowl of popcorn in the center, and a stack of our favorite movies beside it.

Aubrey stood by the makeshift fort, smiling softly as she looked up at me.

“You did all this?” I asked, my voice filled with awe.

She nodded, her smile only growing. “I figured you’d want something cozy tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day, but we’ve got a game coming up, so I thought we could have our own little movie marathon instead of going out.”

I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “This is the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.”

She chuckled. “I’m glad you like it. I wanted to make tonight perfect for you.”

I kissed her softly, pulling away just enough to rest my forehead against hers. “You don’t have to do all of this to make me happy, Aubrey. Just being with you is enough.”

Aubrey’s hand slid down to mine, intertwining our fingers. “I know, but it’s fun to spoil you sometimes. Plus, I love seeing you smile.”

We both climbed into the blanket fort, snuggling in together under the soft covers. Aubrey grabbed the remote, and the first movie started. We spent the next few hours laughing, eating popcorn, and enjoying each other’s company.

At some point during The Princess Bride, Aubrey turned to me, her expression soft. “I know we have a big game on the 16th, but tonight, it’s just you and me. No pressure, no distractions. I wanted to give you something that’s all ours.”

I squeezed her hand, a smile tugging at my lips. “This is everything, Aubrey. Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too, babe. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

And for the rest of the night, all that mattered was the warmth of Aubrey’s embrace, the sound of our laughter, and the feeling that, for now, everything was perfect.

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                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[riovidql]

i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me — AGATHARIO

“Honey, I’m home!” Rio said as she walked through the door, getting out of her shoes and losing her coat. “God, you will not believe the day I had. I swear, one of these days it will be proven that stupidity can kill. Then I will finally have pea- Agatha…?” She stops, because Agatha is nowhere to be seen, or felt, for that matter. What the fuck?

“Uhm, Agatha? Scratchy?” She shouts. No answer. Fuck. “Fuck, did I walk into the wrong apartment again?” But then a little ball of fur comes running down the hall, stopping precisely in front of her. She kneels down. “Hey, bunny. Where’s your mama?” She, funny enough, scratches behind Scratchy’s ear as she picks him up. He looks like he knows, but won’t tell. Well, of course he won’t tell me where she is, he can’t talk.

“Okay… Scavenger hunt it is then. And you,” she looks directly into his eyes. “Are coming with me. Agatha won’t murder, burn, bite or whatever she’s… We’re… Uhm. She behaves when you’re around! You’re my shield, is what I’m saying. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Agathaaa! Where the fuck are you?”

She looked everywhere. Even under the rugs. A woman could never be too safe. And honestly, it’s Agatha. And Rio could, obviously, try her phone. But one thing about Agatha Harkness is she absolutely, completely, despises phones. And technology over all; (some will say it’s because she doesn’t know how to use it, she will deny profusely, she just is above it).

Rio was tired. She had a long ass day at work, and she needed sleep, and no one could argue she did not look for her wife, Señor Scratchy was witness. Though that rabbit always chose her wife’s side anyway. Useless, traitor bunny. But she did send her a text, though.

As she laid down on the couch, with the little pet comfortably under her chin and the low, background noise of the TV, she dozed off. She wouldn’t know what time that actually happened or how long she was napping for… People were taking longer to get to the fucking point, traffic was ass, the elevator was broken so she had to take the stairs, and this nosy neighbor stopped her for unsolicited advice, boring gossip. And she still had to go look for Agatha. If you asked Rio, she would say that day had approximately 87 hours. And counting.

And as if it couldn’t get worse, she woke up from her sleep with a killer headache. National Fuck Rio Vidal Day, fuck me. ‘Did Agatha at least get home?’ was her second thought, but as she was regaining her consciousness and taking in her surroundings, the smell caught her senses. “What the fuck?” It smelled like…? Chicken? And bechamel sauce? And was that Agatha moving a spoon on a pan? Wait. Was Agatha cooking? Just for how long, exactly, had she been out for and did she or did she not mistakenly alternate realities? “What the fuck.” She says a little more loud this time, making Agatha look over her shoulder with a smirk.

“I thought you were dead.”

“And then you decided to cook? Aren’t you just the most romantic thing in the world.” Rio scoffs.

“Unfortunately, I was wrong.”

“Charmer.” Then Rio remembers. “Where the fuck were you? And why didn’t you call, or text? Or left a fucking note stuck on Scratchy?”

“Out.”

“Out? That’s all you have to say after disappearing for hours and making me turn and toss and destroy this apartment looking for you?” Rio crosses her arms, mildly annoyed by her wife’s nonchalant responses.

“It didn’t look like you were turning and tossing and destroying this apartment when I got here.” Agatha was smiling big now and oh, Rio fucking despised her. Fuck Agatha, was what she was going to do later.

“Fine!” She rolls her eyes, lying down on the couch again. “Just be quiet. Someone decided it was a good idea to play drums inside my head.” And just like that, she dozed off again.

When she rose, it was to a glass of water and two ibuprofens placed on the coffee table in front of her, which she gratefully took. Maybe she didn’t really despise Agatha. Or maybe the water was poisoned. Either way, she looked around and she saw that her wife was on a stool leaning over their countertop, her back facing Rio as her body looked like it was focused. Was Agatha writing hate letters to Jen, again? Standing quietly, she made her way to her wife, not wanting to startle her. Fine, she didn’t want to make Agatha aware she was snooping around her business.

That was when she saw it. Agatha was drawing. Drawing plants, elaborate ones. The pages on display had four different kind of greens, each one with their own description and functionality, all painted and shadowed, except for the one she was just starting to work on. Rio was actually, maybe for the first time in her life, stunned. Well, except for when Agatha climbed on top of her in bed and-

What was even weirder was that Agatha was so focused on her task that she didn’t even notice Rio lurking behind her. Or that Rio was actually shedding real, big ass tears. Cry baby. “What is that?” She finally spoke, which she wished she didn’t ‘cause now there was a hand coming to slap her and Rio was caught off guard and there was no way she could react fast enough to dodge a very loud, and painful, slap on her face. “Are you fucking crazy?” She shouted after a few moments.

“If you didn’t stand there like a freak for God knows how long and scared the shit out of me, all of this could’ve been avoided.” Agatha continued to draw.

“And somehow it’s my fault.” Rio wasn’t finding the situation cute anymore.

“Yeah, it is. Good girl.” You could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Oh, fuck off.” She continued lurking. “What are you doing.”

Agatha actually blushed. “What I was doing was dinner, but somebody decided to sleep. Again.”

“Quit stalling, Agatha. What is this?”

“I’ve found a hobby.” She said simply.

“You’ve found a hobby? And it has something to do with plants? The very same thing you tease me about every single day and call me a nerd for?”

“Just wanted to know what the hype was all about. So I’ve been taking a few classes, going to some lectures, you know how it is.” Rio has no idea how it is.

“About plants?” She deadpans.

“Obviously.”

“Right.”

Agatha turns to look at Rio and says, “Dinner is ready.”

Rio is speechless, dumbfounded, stunned (again), blabla. What the fuck was wrong with her wife? Maybe she shouldn’t have got up today.

“Wait a minute.” She grabs Agatha’s arm as she stands. “You? Made dinner? And it smelled good? And we’re still alive?” Rio wasn’t so sure about the last part.

“Sue me for wanting to make something nice for my wife?”

Huh. “Am I missing something here?”

“God, Rio. You’re so annoying. I fucking made you dinner ‘cause class ran late and traffic was awful and I got here after you and felt bad. And your ass was sleeping so infuriatingly cutely with Scratchy, and you looked so tired. I am taking botany classes and going to approximately a million lectures a week about plants because you do so much for me and I just wanted to show you that I care too. Was that what you wanted to hear?” Agatha made her best to look annoyed, but Rio knew her and could see just the tiniest spark of insecurity in her eyes. She pretended she didn’t see. Or she would be feet deep buried.

“My love.” Rio said weakly. God, she loved, hated, her wife. Agatha eyes softened at the two words.

“Can I go back to my drawing now?” Leave it to Agatha to run from any type of emotional moment. Even after years married. This bitch.

“Ah yes, and you’re gonna tell me all about those classes of yours. How long have you been keeping this from me? And what is up with that draw game. I did not know you had it in you.”

“I have very skilled hands, I think you of all people would know that.” Agatha winked at her. Show off.

“Debatable.” Then Rio started running for her life. This time she had a good reaction time.

HEY! i just love these witches so much it really got me back to writing after YEARS. if anyone see this, i hope u enjoy it :)

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Nocturne

ft. interspecies sex (reader is a mermaid)

Friedrich couldn’t sleep. 

It was all too often that he found himself lying in an empty bed, the side once reserved for his darling wife now as barren as his household; hollow from the loss of his young daughters also. He didn’t believe in ghosts, but there was something indescribable that was missing, and yet dormant around him; stalking the halls of his home and settled on his shoulders, its weight felt even through the heavy layers of his coat, failing to tame even when his mind was at work. 

Work. The notion seemed pointless. It was his natural responsibility as a man, but what kind of a man was he if there weren’t a home, a family to provide for?  

Where days were usually spent waiting for sunset, longing for to return to his dear Anna, he now remained hunched over pocketbooks, or gazing vacantly onto the waters that surrounded him. Friedrich had been conditioned to enjoy the sight of a ship – he sold them for a living after all – but he’d never once considered that the ocean was far more interesting. Serene, unpredictable, a twinkling blue or a murky grey, the waves that sloshed against the iron keel called to him. 

That's how his dreams usually began. 

He’s on a boat, and there’s some client in the corner nattering on about trade deals. It all goes through one ear and out the other, instead lost in the seemingly endless vapour around him. Are they even in Germany anymore? Perhaps he’s in the Atlantic, or the North Sea. 

He can’t tell. 

The boat strays further, seemingly being guided towards a light. The winter months in Wisborg are always the toughest; they’re bitter, relentless...the type of cold that would make you want to walk head first into a fire. 

He missed evenings by the fireplace with his girls. 

Once the mist clears, there’s a figure. It’s beautiful; definitively womanly by the unique curves of its bare chest, propped up and perched on the shore waiting for him. He can’t see its face, but finds himself rather enticed by the sound of its song, raspy, yet melodic…calling out to him. He wonders why a young woman would be out alone, but welcomes her brashness, so much so that he doesn’t realise that she is not human, at least not below her waist. 

He feels like he knows you.  

Do you know him? 

Her scales are smooth and her tail is streamlined, finding a way to glisten even in the thick fog. Friedrich reaches out, yet can’t seem to feel anything, not even a wetness. It’s nothing.  

The boat and its only other passenger have disappeared, now knee deep in the sea below him. He feels weighty, but he seems to float towards you effortlessly. He stalks closer and closer, wading in and out of the ripples below him, not realising that every step brings him down.  

Down.  

The water is rising. He’s close to shore, but the ocean is getting deeper. It’s up to his torso now, and he can feel the cold pooling through his shirt, seeping down his chest and into his pants. His drawers are bulging, desperately needing release, sparse as oxygen begins to shrivel up in his lungs. There’s only a few more steps for him to be with you – he’ll make it. 

There’s a salty taste in his mouth as he’s dragged underwater, your visage even blurrier and distorted than before. You’re just a bunch of lines now, barely perceptible through his swollen eyes. They’re red and raw – he cries out for Anna, for you, but what good are tears in a body of water? 

“Closer, my Prince. Let us be one…” 

Startled, Friedrich wakes in a cold sweat, just as he feels life snuff out from his insides. Like clockwork, he reaches over to his bedside, his table topped with gauze for his lip. It’s bleeding again. With wooden legs he struggles to sit himself up, a hand haphazardly wiping at his sweat-bathed forehead. 

It’s the same as always; moonlight streaking through the sheer curtains, casting a light along the paraphernalia in the room. He’d started to crack the windows, wondering if the stuffiness of the room was the source of his troubles – apparently not. 

Sighing, Friedrich rubs his eyes, just before rolling back onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. It would soon be morning. Another day was ahead of him. 

- 

The Harding’s bedroom was filled with laboured breaths. Friedrich was sat on the edge of his bed, drawers to the floor as he pumped a firm hand along his cock, the other clutching Anna’s old undergarments as he chased release.

He'd been on edge all day, not just his festering libido but he’d been tired, frustrated as he tried to fight sleep over his desk at work. This would be the last straw, the final thing that he’d hope would remedy his insomnia. He'd always used to sleep well once he’d filled his wife with seed – why wouldn’t it be the same now?

In the past he’d liked to savour the moment; feel every inch of skin and twitching sensation in her cunt, but this was different, and he was solely focused on escapism. Running his fingertips along the lace of its lining was ultimately meaningless – there was no feeling behind any of this, instead an aimless wander in pursuit of some semblance of a womanly connection. 

He’d started this thinking of Anna, but his thoughts were quickly replaced by you – or at least an image of you. 

“Closer, my Prince. Let us be one.” 

Your voice was calling. He had to find you. 

Friedrich dropped his grip from around his erect cock, eyes wide and watery as he stood up from his seated position. There was that feverishness again. The world around him was a mirage as he felt his arms pull his pants up, feet walk towards the bedroom door and along the stretching corridor before floating down the stairs, toes hardly hitting the lush carpet as he did.  

It was all a weird black, he couldn’t see the fireplace, nor the pool table, or the path to the kitchen, but he knew his route like the back of his hand.  

“Herr Harding...It’s barely the morn. Why are you leaving?” 

The outside called. Twilight; the crisp air struck his lungs like a hunter to a gazelle, the fabric of his nightshirt grazing in the wind as he ran towards the abyss – making that oh-so familiar route towards the dock.  

“You’re almost there, my love...” he heard you call, voice now as clear as ever. His heard skipped a beat as you let out a girlishly enticing chuckle. “I can’t wait to be with you.” 

Splinters lined his soles, but Friedrich couldn’t feel them. All he felt was a weird mixture of horror and joy upon seeing you on the embankment, just as he had all those nights. The dust had settled and the fog lifted, and you were even more beautiful than one could’ve imagined. You don’t look like Anna, but the invitation in your eye is all the same. 

You wore a melancholy smile and painted with skin that glistened in the moonlight, projecting colours that he’d never even thought could’ve existed. Youthful, but so womanly. 

 He hardly noticed the tide, slowly rising and falling on your command, yet certainly inching closer. It was a good thing he felt ready to drown. 

“My dear Friedrich...You came,” you whispered, words rolling off your slippery tongue. “I’ve been waiting for you.” 

“You called for me, my darling,” he replied sincerely, cupping your face in his hands. “I’m a prat for making you wait.” 

Gently you placed your hand on his, snaking it down from your cheeks and placing it between your breast, his thumb getting a hold of your mounds, nipples hardening as you did. Your beckoned eyes and gentle pout were enough to convince him, lips latching onto your own as he kissed you.  

Friedrich wasted no time in exploring your mouth, hastily pulling down his pants to take his bare cock in his hands, just as he had been minutes prior. Throbbing, he gave himself a few languid strokes as he moved down towards your breasts, latching onto your nipple, eyes squeezed shut as he savoured the moment. Everything suddenly felt real again – his passion had meaning, intent – and he was determined to give it all to you.  

His hands roamed down your body to find that your lower torso was wet and slippery, flower so delicately crafted that he was almost certain you couldn’t have been anything but inhuman.  

It was there, open and budding for him, closing around his shaft so perfectly as he slid into you. Shivering, his blue eyes glanced up at you through long lashes as he suddenly lost the sound of your voice once more, but could infer by the perfect ‘o’ shape of your lips that you were in just as much ecstasy as he.  

His quads and ass clenched tighter with every thrust, bare knees scraping against the rocks as he humped you like a dog. His bottom lip quivered, and before he knew it tears began streaking down his face, his grip on your body tight as he chased that cushion-y spot. 

“I’m sorry, beloved,” he moaned, white spots peppering his vision. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. But your delayed gratification has driven me mad... I’m mad for you.” 

“Don’t hold back, my darling,” you begged. “It’s time. Give your love to me...” 

All consuming, all perfect. Friedrich wrinkled his nose, throwing his head back in euphoria, too far gone to care about his (usually) immaculately groomed stray strands that draped across his face. Spurts of white seed pumped into you as he felt the knot unravel from his stomach, his clammy skin now cooled, washed clean from his sickness.  

Trembling, it was a while before he could safely rest his head on your chest, listening to soft rhythm of your heart slowly sink into the water, this time bringing you with him with his softening cock inside of you. Then, for the first night in a while, he slept. 

FIN. 

[kathlare]

double tap disaster

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando Norris spends Christmas Eve with his family, but his mind keeps drifting to Amelie. When he accidentally likes a beach photo of hers on Instagram, a seemingly harmless mistake spirals into a panic as he scrambles to undo it before anyone notices.

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Warnings: none

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December 24th, 2021 - London, United Kingdom

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ameliedayman: back home for christmas 🎄✨ turns out the beach is still hot, the food is still elite, and i’m still the family favorite 😌

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charles_leclerc: You forgot to mention the ocean is boiling now too. → ameliedayman: @charles_leclerc don’t be shy, just say you miss me 😌

madisonbeer: i’m convinced you were sculpted by the gods. unfair. → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer tell them to give me a tan that lasts longer then 🙄

jackdayman: Mum said stop posting thirst traps, it’s embarrassing. → ameliedayman: @jackdayman mum also said you’re not funny, but here we are 🤷‍♀️

lanation44: THE WAY SHE JUST CASUALLY DROPPED THIS BOMB ON US??? MA’AM, WE CAN’T BREATHE.

mxmexican: i’m filing a complaint bc how is it legal to be this hot?? → sunsetmelie: @mxmexican respectfully, i’m on my knees.

elysiadayman: wow, can’t believe i’m related to this. → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman u mean perfection? yeah, crazy.

lilacvibes: my toxic trait is thinking i could pull amelie.

mickschumacher: Not even the sun is shining that bright ☀️ → ameliedayman: @mickschumacher poet era??? omg

lovingamelie: my wife. my queen. my reason for living.

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Lando stretched out on the couch, legs crossed at the ankles, absentmindedly watching Home Alone while his family chattered around him. His mum had insisted on putting on a "Christmas classic," but honestly, he wasn’t paying much attention. His phone was in his hand, screen dimly lit, thumb mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.

It had been a long day—Christmas Eve at home always was. His mum buzzing around, making sure everything was perfect, his younger siblings running around in excitement, and his dad attempting to keep some level of order. It was warm, familiar, and exactly what he needed. But despite the comfort of being home, his mind kept drifting elsewhere.

To her.

It was stupid. He knew that. It had been months—more than half a year, actually—since they last spoke, and even longer since things between them were good. Lando found himself on Amelie’s Instagram.

She had posted earlier today.

A beach photo.

Lando's fingers hovered over the screen as he took it in.

She was sitting on the sand, legs stretched out in front of her, skin sun-kissed and glowing under the golden Mexican sun. Her pink bikini stood out against the warm tones of the beach, the fabric hugging her body in a way that made his stomach tighten. Her hair was styled in two neat braids, and she had that effortless, relaxed look about her—one he had seen a hundred times before but still managed to make his chest ache.

She looked happy. Peaceful. Untouchable.

And he hated that it still got to him.

Lando bit the inside of his cheek, hesitating before tapping the comments. They were flooded with heart emojis, compliments, and a fair share of thirsty replies—some in Spanish, some in English. He skimmed through them, jaw tightening at a few particularly bold ones.

Right. Because that’s what he needed to be doing on Christmas Eve—getting pissed over some random guy calling her “mi amor” in the comments.

He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head at himself. He should exit out, close Instagram, and focus on the movie.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his thumb absentmindedly hovered over the screen, and before he could even process what he was doing...

Double tap.

The little heart turned red.

Lando froze.

For a second, he stared at the screen, waiting, hoping that maybe—maybe—he imagined it. But no, his name was there, clear as day.

Lando Norris liked this post.

—Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.—

Panic slammed into his chest. His body moved before his brain fully caught up, bolting upright so fast that he nearly knocked over the bowl of popcorn on the table. His mum shot him a questioning glance, but he barely registered it.

He needed to undo it. Now.

Fumbling with his phone, he bolted out of the living room, ignoring his dad’s confused “What’s going on with you?” as he took the stairs two at a time.

—No, no, no, no, no. Fucking hell, you absolute idiot.—

Reaching his bedroom, he slammed the door shut behind him and leaned against it, heart pounding. His fingers scrambled over the screen as he reopened Instagram, tapping on the post.

The like was still there.

—Delete. DELETE.—

Just as his thumb hovered over the heart, his phone screen went black.

Lando blinked.

No. No fucking way.

He pressed the power button. Nothing.

—No, no, no, no, no, NO.—

His phone was dead.

—You have got to be shitting me.—

He threw his head back against the door, staring at the ceiling in sheer panic. He needed a charger. Now. He needed to undo the like before anyone saw it, before Twitter got a hold of it, before someone took a goddamn screenshot.

—Fucking hell.—

Lando tore through his room like a madman, pulling open drawers, yanking blankets off his bed, rummaging through his duffel bag. Where the fuck was his charger? He always kept one in his nightstand—except, of course, when he actually needed it.

—Think, Lando, THINK.—

He rushed to his desk, throwing papers and random cables aside, but his charger was nowhere to be found. His breathing was quick, panicked, hands trembling as he ran a frustrated hand through his curls.

—Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.—

He darted back out into the hallway, nearly colliding with his younger sister.

—Lando!— Flo huffed, clutching onto the railing. —What are you doing?—

—No time,— he mumbled, brushing past her and sprinting downstairs. His mum called something after him, but he wasn’t listening. His brain was on autopilot.

Charger. Find a charger.

He darted into the kitchen, yanking open drawers. Nothing. Living room? He scanned the area, but his siblings were sprawled across the couch, tangled in blankets. He didn’t have time to dig through their mess.

—Think, think, THINK.—

The guest room. His cousins were staying over, and they always left their shit everywhere. Without hesitation, he rushed down the hall and flung the door open. Sure enough, there it was—an iPhone charger plugged into the wall, abandoned.

—Thank fuck.—

He lunged for it, nearly tripping over a suitcase in the process, before bolting back to his room and slamming the door shut behind him.

His hands were shaking as he plugged his phone in, eyes locked onto the screen, silently begging it to turn on faster.

—Come on, come on, COME ON.—

The Apple logo appeared. Lando swore he had never been so relieved to see it.

His knee bounced impatiently as he waited, fingers drumming against his leg. The second his lock screen appeared, he unlocked it, rushing back to Instagram.

He tapped onto Amelie’s profile, her post still staring him right in the face. His heart was racing as he pressed the heart again, removing the like.

For a second, he let out a breath, relief washing over him.

And then...

Lando Norris likes Amelie Dayman’s post.

Trending.

Lando felt the blood drain from his face.

—Oh, for fuck’s sake.—

Twitter had exploded. Screenshots. Reactions. Theories.

—NO NO NO NO NO NO.—

His fingers gripped his hair as he scrolled through the tweets. Some people were freaking out, some were making jokes, and others were just straight-up confused.

Lando groaned, collapsing onto his bed.

He was so fucking stupid.

He had spent months pretending she didn’t exist. Acting like they were nothing. And now, he had practically announced to the world that he was still checking her Instagram.

Lando shut his eyes. He was never going to hear the end of this.

[shadowsndaisies]

dogfighting 101: BONUS - maverick

wc: 719 (bit of a shortie)

synopsis: post dog-fighting exercises, what did athena say to maverick?

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a/n: the second promised post of the day!! stemming from @djs8891 - "What did she say to Mav?

You’re fuming as you stare Bradley down.

“-so get your shit together, because the stakes are too high to be living in the past,” your tone is firm with a distinct venom bleeding through, that only Bradley seemed to bring out of you.

You barely wait a beat before shouldering past Bradley and heading straight to your dad. He offers a terse a smile when he sees you, his shoulders are tense as he takes in the full force of your ire.

“Hey sweetheart,” he smiles nervously.

“Don’t!” you huff out, “Just, don’t,” you hiss.

Your dad lets out a sigh and nods, letting you pace back and forth before him for a second before your hands come up to gesticulate wildly as you finally round on him, finger pointed.

“I cannot believe you!”

“(Y/n)-”

“No! What? One death scare wasn’t enough?”

Your dad seems to be chastened by that.

“If Bradley wants to get himself killed, you need to let him,” you finally say with a heavy sigh, though your eyes are focused past your father’s head.

Your dad sucks in a breath at your admission, and he turns his eyes on you, wide and in question. “You can’t mean that,” his tone cracks as he looks at you.

You know you’re walking a tightrope.

“If it’s between the father that’s always worked to come home, the one who showed up every chance he could or the boy who ran away, who left us! I’m choosing you. So I need you to choose yourself too.”

“Sweetheart… I… you know it’s not that simple,” you can hear the dejection in his voice, but something about it makes you desperate, desperate for him to understand.

“It is that simple, but I absolve you, dad. If that’s what you need, to let it go. I absolve you for pulling his papers. I understand why, and I’m telling you it’s okay to move forward now, even if he hasn’t.”

“It’s not your absolution I need,” his voice is broken as he makes his admission, and you can see the guilt in his expression, wanting to give you what you’ve asked for.

“No. What you did today, Dad…. it might have been an attempt to break Bradley out of whatever his issues are, but you very clearly were not thinking of me, and I need you to. I need you not to feel guilty to Brad, and I need you to think of me. Because if Bradley hadn’t pulled up, then what? You would’ve flown straight down? I was listening, Dad! I was there, listening! I would have had to listen to you crash, listen as you burnt in! I can’t- You cannot do that to me.”

“(y/n), sweetheart, I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

Didn’t think, you imagine that would’ve been his next sentence, and you brush past it quickly.

“I know. But that’s why, Dad. That’s why if Bradley wants to get himself killed, you have to let him. And I do mean it.”

He’s left staring at you, unsure of how to respond to your demand, the wild look in your eyes reminds him of himself, of a maverick. He’s struck then, with the reminder, you might be better at playing the game of title and rank and following the rules, but you were his, you were first and foremost a Mitchell, he thinks, a Maverick. How many times had he put you through the ringer, the worry, and yet you still chose the Navy.

The cobra maneuver, the downward spiral, they’d been reckless, even for him, a training exercise, and you were listening, he’s not sure how he could’ve forgotten, and the guilt intensifies.

He glances around, most everyone seemed to be minding their own business, and he reaches for you. Hand cupped behind your head, rubbing soothingly. He feels your body shudder against him and he squeezes his eyes shut as he holds you, his little girl. He needed to get it together.

When his eyes open they flutter and focus on the hanger, he notices then, Hangman, stood, arms crossed, observing, and entirely focused on you.

...

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“Megatron, on board the Lost Light? On board me? Megatron?” sputtered Rodimus. He rebooted his holoform’s audial sensors a few times, just to ensure he was hearing Ratchet correctly.

“It was either you or Metroplex,” said Ratchet. He was still staring at the new “Rodpod” in the hangar, aghast.

“What, did Metroplex say no already?”

Ratchet sighed. “We can lock him up if he steps out of line. But Prime wants to give him a bit of rope, and some responsibility, to see if he’s really on the level.”

“He wants Megatron running loose in me? Not even in my brig?”

“Well, we’re not going to tell him about your ‘condition.’ Like most of the crew, he’ll just think you’re a neutral that avoided the whole war and didn’t want to return to Cybertron.”

“Ah yes. Megatron: famous for getting along with neutrals,” He pointed at Ratchet, “I’ve heard stories from Drift, you know.”

“And if anything, Drift probably toned down those stories. Still, as a precaution, we’re dosing him with Fool’s Energon.”

Rodimus fumed, crossing his arms.

Ratchet sighed, “Look, nobody’s going to make you bring along anyone you don’t want along. Especially after the debacle with Prowl.”

Rodimus winced, “About that. Could I get some advice?”

“Oh, Primus, you don’t have someone else locked up, do you? Who is it, Killmaster?

“No! Nothing like that, it’s just- here, take this.” Rodimus materialized a datapad and handed it to Ratchet.

Ratchet looked at it and frowned, “Is this from the ‘anonymous’ vote you took to see who wanted you removed as captain? I see there’s a list of names attached.”

“Well,” Rodimus scratched the back of his head. “I was thinking of using it to see who to kick off the mission, but…”

“But you realized that would be petty, especially since most of the crew doesn’t even know that would be possible.”

“Pretty much.”

“If I were Ultra Magnus, I’d be reminding you that Cybertronian laws still apply to you, even though you’re not an Autobot.”

“And trying to coerce me into another lecture.”

“Coerce,” Ratchet scoffed. “He’s been nothing but soft with you.”

Rodimus made a face.

“I’m serious. Ask one of the wreckers if you don’t believe me. Besides, this list is wrong.”

“How do you know?”

“I’m not on it.”

“You voted against-” Rodimus sputtered, “But you know that’s impossible!”

“You can’t leave the ship,” Ratchet shook his head. “But, you need to listen to Ultra Magnus’ advice more. He’s not going to make you do anything, but if he tells you to do something, you should still do it. Ancient titan or not, you’ve only got the memories- and personality- of a new spark. I know you’re excited about going wherever you’d like, but you can learn a lot from following someone else for once.”

“Fine. I’ll try and listen more. And if Ultra Magnus wants me to help Autobots, then I guess I can bring along Megatron. I’m still captain, though.” Rodimus leaned against the railing. He froze. “Wait, what did you mean by Optimus giving Megatron more responsibility?”

“Well,” said Ratchet. “I suppose nobody would ever accuse Megatron of being soft-”

***

(For context, I'm thinking Ultra Magnus was sent along as a mentor a la TFA or to see if he'd be a suitable cityspeaker. However, he feels too awkward to order around someone who hasn't been able to make their own choices for millions of years and isn't an "official" autobot, either.)

Oh, I love ALL of this. Ultra Magnus as a potential cityspeaker and being soft on Rodimus is lovely. Especially given the fact Rodimus isn't an Autobot plus Magnus isn't exactly being open about his identity as well. All on top of the fact Rodimus has only had free will for maybe a thousand years so he's sensitive about any authority he didn't specifically select.

Ratchet and Rodimus's relationship is fun!

The use of the holoform is perfect and the fact it is a secret from the crew is 100/100. You perfectly captured the vibes I have for this AU.

[more-sonorous]

rag, boy, rag (can you teach me how to play?)- davey angst

(been thinking about David playing piano at a jatherine wedding pretty much nonstop recently so have a sliver of the long dissertation I wrote about it)

…..

The first time David Jacobs ever wanted to flat-out refuse to play the piano came when he was twenty years old on a lunch break between lectures, sitting on a bench in New York City with Jack Kelly by his side and a pretzel in his hand.

“Hey, listen, Dave– I’m real glad you could find some time to meet me.” Jack said almost seriously, absentmindedly brushing a few strands of his dark hair away from his perfect eyebrows.

“Of course. Though– I don’t see why this couldn’t have waited until Friday, you know it’s Kathy and I’s book club night.” He glanced up at his friend rather admonishingly as he tore a piece of his pretzel off, trying not to focus on how beautiful Jack’s honey-brown eyes looked in the sun.

David had planned to stop doting on this boy quite some time ago, but he’d done a rotten job of kicking his affections down. It seemed that at twenty he was more in love with Jack than he was at seventeen, which was simply no good because he was in love with Jack’s fianceé, too. There was no woman more beautiful than Katherine Pulitzer, and David stood by that belief. He also believed that there was no man more lovely than Jack Kelly, and so he found himself hopelessly head over heels despite his own reservations.

Jack’s easy smile turned almost nervous. “Well, it’s about the wedding, so I sorta wanted it to be just us.”

“Oh.” David felt his own smile slip and falter. He’d been dreading this moment and their intense eye contact instantly became too much. Jack was going to want to talk about his wedding eventually. He and Kath had been planning for weeks and according to Racetrack, they were both knee-deep in it and very excited. It was honestly a miracle neither of them had brought it up yet. Squirming in his skin, David firmly directed his sights on his own scuffed shoes. “Alright, what about the wedding?”

“Well– I want ya’ to be my best man.” Jack said, very simply, and when David didn’t smile or react at all, really, he cleared his throat. “Y’know, since you’re my best friend and all. You’re my best man day-to-day, so why shouldn’t ya’ be in my wedding?”

He swallowed the hard lump in his throat as his traitorous brain slammed him with images of Jack and Kath, happily dolled up in white and black, enjoying the best day of their lives as David wallowed in misery by Jack’s side. Just the thought made him feel a little bit nauseous, and that nausea only grew as he imagined himself having to stand up and give a speech about how happy he was for them. Of course, David was happy for them. He loved them, and they were happy, so how could he not be happy?

He was happy, but he was jealous and lonely and miserable too. There was no earthly way he’d give a speech that did Jack and Katherine justice. In fact, he’d been considering not attending the wedding at all. Finding an excuse. He didn’t need to be in the picture— he was horrible at masking his emotions. He’d just be a sad, morose lump, sucking all of the fun out of the night. They didn’t deserve that. But Jack was looking at him so hopefully and he knew that skipping his best friend’s biggest day was an offense he couldn’t commit.

David dug the toe of his boot into the brick beneath them. “I… I can’t make a speech, Jack.”

“That’s fine!” Jack reassured nearly instantly, grabbing Davey’s pant leg with fervor and leaning in like this was the most important thing he’d ever done. “Seriously, Dave, fine by me. No speech!”

How could he tell Jack no more firmly? He was starting to spiral into panic. “I can’t– I can’t stand up there in front of everyone at the wedding, either. I’m not– I’ll panic, and that’ll ruin your big day.” Now Jack looked positively distraught. This was falling apart fast. David gritted his teeth tightly and awkwardly, painfully took Jack’s hand in his own. “Jackie, I’m still going to be there–”

“But I want ya’ in the wedding, Davey. Not just at it–”

“I– um– I was thinking–” He was blabbering before he could think, some subconscious part of him trying to soothe Jack’s miserable expression. “Well, I was thinking before you asked me about this, that maybe I could just play piano for you? So… so you don’t hafta hire some other musician. And if it’s me, you can tell me all the pieces you want to hear sooner than you could tell a stranger…”

Jack seemed to pause, his eyebrows shooting up towards his hair. “You mean that?”

“Sure.” He steeled in a deep breath and tried to ignore the stinging in his eyes. He did not want to be a part of this wedding at all– he’d been planning to watch the ceremony and escape after a few minutes of the celebration afterwards– but he did owe it to them. They’d been nothing but good to him for years. “Besides, um… I think Crutchie’d murder you if you didn’t give him the best man spot. Or Racer. He’d kill you faster.”

“Pfft, Crutchie and Racer can kiss my happy ass.” Jack rolled his eyes as if to affirm his point, giving David’s hand a heart-wrenching squeeze. Something akin to hope was brightening his face, dimpling his cheeks, and David sort of wanted to disappear. “But… if– if you’re sure ya’ don’t mind playin’ for free, that’d work. Shit, it would really work. And Kath loves your music, Dave. Honestly, she’d be honored to have ya’ play– we’d both be.”

Then Jack squeezed his hands again, and David felt even closer to throwing up than he did before as he managed a stilted, awkward little smile. “You… you don’t have to make a big deal out of it. I’ll take any excuse I can get to play ragtime.”

“Wait, I thought ya’ meant just the ceremony.” Jack’s brow furrowed. “I want’cha to enjoy the party after.”

“There’s nothing I enjoy more than playing the piano. Especially not parties. I hate parties, you know.” He insisted, carefully, firmly. This was a truth– a universal David Jacobs truth– and playing the piano would be the only way he’d be able to distract himself from the misery of their perfection. “Besides, I know Katherine likes Brahms waltzes, and I’d– well, um, I’d be honored to play during your first dance. So… you’ve got me for the ceremony and the reception.”

“Gee, Dave.” Jack’s smile softened into something heart-wrenchingly personal and David looked away, at the pedestrians on the street and the shouting vendor they’d purchased their lunch from. “That means a lot to me.”

“Yeah, well…” He swallowed again. Harder. “Yeah.”

[izumokamizuki]

Izumo grins devilishly at his partner pinned beneath him, furrowing his brows. He leans in close to Kotetsu’s ear, whispering, “I think I remember a certain promise I made to you tonight anyways…”

Izumo knows how much it means to his partner to get the opportunity to spar with him, but it would just have to wait. It’s late, it’s Valentine’s Day, and Izumo will be damned if he doesn’t get to spend all night making love to the love of his life!

The brunette gets up off his lover from the floor and helps him up, brushing off any crumbs that got on his clothes. He walks over to the counter, winking at Kotetsu as he puts the food away.

He still can’t believe Kotetsu is officially his Hagane. Izumo’s protector and guardian for life, a sacred bond they would share for the rest of their lives. To have and to hold in sickness and in health, til death do them part… this was something more than marriage.

And that sword! Izumo didn’t wanna put it away, it was so beautiful he could stare at it for hours. And it was the perfect size and weight for Izumo. It felt great in his hands, he absolutely couldn’t wait to start using it. Especially knowing it has Kotetsu’s chakra infused in the metal.

Izumo walks over to Kotetsu and grabs his hand, bringing him in for a long, passionate kiss. They stay like this for several seconds, their lips mashed against each other’s, arms wrapped around each other tightly. Kotetsu finally pulls away and gasps for air, which makes Izumo snort.

“C’mon,” he chuckles, taking Kotetsu’s hand again and leading the raven haired man to their bedroom.

Something More Than Marriage

Kotetsu had been late for dinner every night for nearly two months now. He'd come home covered in grime, sweaty, smelling of ash and metal and grease and body odor. Spiky hair that once defied gravity stuck to his forehead and hooking into the corners of his mouth, slicked down the back of his neck.

Izumo knew well enough of his partner's hobby with forges and metal but it had never been this bad. He's never put Izumo out for so long. The worst part of it all was that he kept coming home empty handed! Usually it'd be a set of cutlery, a little knickknack to join their collection, a toy or puzzle of some kind, something small and silly but Kotetsu came home with nothing to show for all this supposed hard work...

Until the day finally arrived where he placed a short thin box on top of a longer one on the kitchen table. He seemed nervous, excited, a bit wired- the smile on his face and the rocking of his body said he was happy but the lip biting and clenched fists said otherwise.

"'Zumo, listen," he snatches the small box on top with his hands and shoves it toward Izumo, who was minding his business trying to get their dinner started, "I can't wait any longer! Open it, please! It's one of my Valentine's presents for you!"

@izumokamizuki

[expertfool]

they should bring back ttoi for one special ‘reunite the cast’ episode, but it’s just twenty minutes of malcolm and ollie having crazy old man sex randomly intercut with ten minutes of the rest of the cast meeting up at a restaurant passive aggressively commenting on each others’ political careers for the past ten years while they wait to put their orders in until the entire party’s arrived and getting increasingly more confused and frustrated that malcolm and ollie haven’t arrived until they decide they aren’t worth the wait. the credits scene is just malcolm and ollie arriving to find staff cleaning the restaurant and all their old colleagues gone

[ourwhisperingtorment]

SQUID GAME 2 SPOILERS!!!

I find it funny. How people are mad that Junho didn’t reveal the frontman’s identity to anyone. But I also saw a lot of reactors who said they didn’t know Player 001 was the frontman till episode 7. EVEN IF they showed Inho’s face as the frontman in the flashbacks quite a lot of times in the early episodes.

Well, I don’t blame them since I know a lot of people who’s not very good with faces. Sometimes, I’m not very good too 🤷

But imagine if Junho did show Inho’s photo to Gihun but Gihun just. couldn’t. remember 😭😭

Gihun: “You look familiar” 🤔

Inho: “what? I’m certain this is the first time we’ve seen each other.”

Gihun: “no, no… ah, i remember! You really look a lot like Detective Hwang’s brother!”

Inho: *sweating* “oh really? Ahahaha pfft, i don’t have a brother” 🙃

Gihun: “yeah yeah, he said his brother was the frontman. That couldn’t be you, Youngil.”

Inho: 🙂🙂🙂