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[propertyofwicked]

INTERMEDIATE - LN

╭──╯ . . . . . the five times max tried to set his best friends up, and the one time it actually worked. . . . . . ╰──╮

PART TWO FOR ROOKIE (can be read as standalone)

warnings: none really, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption and minor sickness

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Ⅰ

max fewtrell had been plotting for weeks. the annual karting gala was fast approaching, and he had the perfect plan to set up his two best friends. max managed to get himself a date and orchestrated the perfect excuse for y/n to accompany lando as his date, knowing that he was invited but y/n, not being a karter, wasn't. since the trio were somewhat inseparable, it made sense.

and it had worked - the three of them headed to the gala together, max’s date meeting them there, the atmosphere buzzing with music, laughter, and the clinking of champagne glasses. the drinks flowed freely, and the dance floor was packed. lando and y/n however, in their boredom of black-tie events, decided to see who could drink the most. much to max’s dismay, the two of them could never back down from a challenge, and seemingly formed a crowd of people to see them take on this challenge - which resulted in the two of them finding new dance partners for the evening.

this wasn’t max’s plan - he needed them to dance together, not with other people.

but then, y/n had left the dance floor, stumbling over to lando whilst holding her dress up as to not trip over it.

“lando?" she said, her voice shaky, and her eyes widening as she looked up at him.

this is it. they're going to kiss max had thought to himself, watching from only a few metres a way.

but instead, y/n's expression changed to one of distress. "i think im going to be sick."

or not, max thought, quickly springing into action.

lando immediately took charge, his hand sliding around her waist and guiding her towards the nearest bathroom with max following close behind. they managed to get her to a stall just in time. lando held her hair back, his touch gentle and reassuring as she emptied her stomach.

"im so sorry," y/n mumbled, her voice weak and apologetic. "i’ve ruined the night."

lando shook his head, his tone soft and caring. "don't worry about it. it’s ok. you’re ok."

meanwhile, max was on the phone, trying to get hold of y/n’s mum. "hi, it's max. im with y/n - she’s ok, but she’s had a bit too much to drink. could you come pick her up?"

as they waited for her mum to arrive, lando stayed by her side, stroking her hair softly as he poured water into her mouth less than graciously. max watched them, frustrated his plan had failed, but his heart warming by the way lando cared for y/n.

Ⅱ

max was determined. the karting gala might not have gone as planned, but he saw another opportunity to set up his two best friends at a house party. he thought a good game of truth or dare would be the perfect catalyst.

the party was in full swing when the group gathered in the living room, max quickly suggested playing truth or dare to which everyone agreed. the game started with light-hearted questions and dares. when it was lando's turn, max seized his moment.

"i dare you to kiss the person next to you," max said with a smirk, confident in his plan since y/n was seated to one side of Lando.

lando, however, had other ideas. his head looked to y/n besides him for a moment and then at niran on his other side, as though he was weighing up his options. then, he turned and pressed a light kiss to niran's forehead, catching everyone off guard. max’s jaw dropped in disbelief, while the rest of the group burst into laughter.

"that doesn't count!" someone shouted, still laughing.

"max didn't specify where," lando retorted, grinning cheekily, holding his hands up in defence.

“lando! how could you not kiss me? im heartbroken," she teased, holding her chest dramatically, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

when the game finally ended, max excused himself to the kitchen, shaking his head at how his plan had backfired yet again. niran, sensing an opportunity for some fun, followed him into the kitchen.

"you know," he said, leaning against the counter, "next time, maybe we should play seven minutes in heaven?"

max looked up, intrigued but sceptical, "you think that'll work?"

"it's worth a shot. at least then lando can't dodge the dare by kissing my forehead," niran shrugged, a playful grin on his face.

in the living room, lando and y/n were chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to max and niran's conversation. and as the night wore on, max’s determination remained undeterred. their bond was undeniable and he would go to any lengths for his efforts to pay off.

Ⅲ

lando decided to host a game night at his house - max was convinced that without being the host, he couldn't plan any elaborate setups. the evening kicked off with enthusiasm, everyone excited for a night of fun and games, with lando eventually suggesting they play drunk twister.

"…and every time you lose, you drink," he explained with a mischievous grin.

the game started off well, with everyone mostly sober. lando was winning, especially since his strength helped him keep his body in place. however, as the drinks kept flowing, max saw his opportunity. once they were all sufficiently tipsy, he took over spinning the twister board, calling out positions for lando and y/n.

at one point, max managed to have y/n essentially straddling lando’s waist, her legs balancing precariously on either side of him. this is perfect, max thought with satisfaction. he then told lando to move his leg, and when it was y/n’s turn, her hand slipped. the sudden loss of balance caused lando's leg to jolt out, causing y/n to tumble fully, twisting her ankle and hitting her head on the coffee table.

"who put that table there?" lando groaned in frustration as he rushed to assess the source of blood streaming down her face.

"erm… that would be you?" max snorted, trying to suppress his laughter but quickly becoming serious about y/n’s condition, deciding that hospital was probably the best call of action.

“lando, you should call her mum. i had to do it last time,” he whispered, as y/n slept next to them, the painkillers they had given her had wiped her out completely.

lando groaned as he dialled the number. it was 2am, so he wasn’t surprised when he got her voicemail.

"hi y/m/n, it’s lando - just letting you know y/n is in the hospital, but she’s fine. probably,” he added before hanging up.

“probably?” y/n called out groggily, still waking up, “she’s gonna worry more now you idiot.”

“im so sorry for hurting you," he said hurriedly, grabbing her hand and gently stroking his thumb along her skin.

"it’s ok, lan - i promise. as you said, im fine," y/n insisted with a small smile, "just remember to move the table next time."

“next time?”

“it was fun until i…you know,” she trailed off, using her free hand to gesture to her body laying in the hospital bed.

max watched the exchange with a resigned smile. despite his failed attempts and the chaos that ensued, it was clear how much lando cared for her. maybe, just maybe, things would eventually fall into place naturally.

Ⅳ

with an upcoming quadrant project, max found himself with the responsibility of finding accommodation for the team. he found a cosy airbnb and meticulously assigned the rooms, ensuring that everyone had their own space, other than y/n and lando - though neither of them minded. they’d been friends for so long that sharing a bed didn’t seem like a big issue.

when the team arrived at the airbnb, they were greeted by the chilly winter air, before max led them through the house, pointing out their rooms. to his surprise, and annoyance, lando and y/n’s room actually had two single beds, not the anticipated double bed.

nevertheless, max was determined to see his plan through, quietly turned off the heating, hoping the cold would drive lando and y/n to share a bed for warmth. the evening progressed, with everyone started commenting on how cold the house was.

“i am freezing my tits off,” y/n announced as she walked into the room, throwing herself down on the sofa next to lando.

"if it gets too cold tonight, we can always cuddle up together,” lando said, nudging y/n with a grin.

finally, max thought to himself, a plan was finally working.

“as much as i want to have you snoring directly in my face all night, and trust me i do - my dad taught me a bit about plumbing when i was younger. let me see if i can fix the heating,” she announced, to which the group felt elated to hear, fearing they would freeze to death in their sleep.

max’s heart sank as he watched y/n head to the heating system, fiddling with it for a few minutes before triumphantly declaring, "got it! it doesn’t seem like it was broken, just turned off. maybe the airbnb hosts turn it off between guests to save money?"

“guess we won’t get to spoon tonight after all,” she added, looking at lando with fake sadness.

max had never hated her competent parents more than he did at this very moment.

later that night, as the group gathered in the living room, warmed by the now functional heating, lando and y/n were nestled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket together as they usually did.

lando leaned over to y/n, his mouth settling near her ear as he whispered, "watching max sabotage his own plans is funny - we should do this more often.”

y/n giggled, adding, "maybe next time we can teach him how to actually break the heating."

“it's my favourite sport, right after driving,” lando added, laughing softly before sitting up again.

max was beginning to realise that his plans weren’t working because he was trying to make them fall in love with each other. they were already in love, he just needed to make them talk about it.

Ⅴ

determined to help them confront their emotions, he devised a master plan. so, when he moved into his new house, he invited them over to help build furniture.

as they assembled pieces in one of the rooms, y/n soon realised she needed a specific sized screwdriver but she couldn’t find it anywhere.

“well it hasn’t just grown legs has it?” lando teased, though helping her lift boxes to see if it had fallen beneath them.

"it might be downstairs. ill go have a look," he said, casually closing the door behind him. he knew it was downstairs - he had intentionally left it downstairs after loosening the screws on the door.

the moment the door shut, the handle fell out, leaving y/n and lando trapped inside - max was convinced that forcing them into close proximity would make them talk about their feelings.

“shit, sorry guys - bare with me whilst i try and fix it!” he called out, smiling to himself thinking about how great his plan was and how it couldn’t possibly go wrong.

however, he had forgotten one crucial detail - y/n was scared of being locked in small confined spaces. they had discovered this fact following a unfortunate attempt at seven minutes in heaven.

the reality of their situation set in, and y/n began to panic - her chest tightening as her breathing became fast and heavy.

"hey, it's okay. we're not stuck forever. we'll get out of here," he said softly, opening a window to let in some fresh air and sitting beside her. his arm wrapped around her instinctively, pulling her into his side as his hand found her hip, drawing patterns into her jeans with his fingers in attempt to ground her.

both of them were angry at max, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. they had somewhat discussed being together before, but lando’s busy career made things complicated. and now, he had gone too far, forgetting y/n’s anxiety in a bid to get his own plan to work.

"deep breaths," Lando murmured, holding her hand and gently stroking her back. "that’s it. max didn’t mean any harm. he just wants to see us happy."

y/n nodded, her breathing slowing as she leaned into lando, his hand coming up to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

“i know. i just hate being trapped, and i know he means well but i wish he’d just chill out," she breathed out, her voice still wobbly as she tried to regulate her emotions.

they both sat quietly for a moment, looking at each other deeply, her anxiety dissipating, unspoken feelings lingering in the air. lando’s head moved closer to hers first, tentatively pressing his lips to hers. he wasn’t surprised when she kissed him back, her hands moving to his shoulders to lift herself up slightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping her lower lip gently.

"almost got it!" max called out quickly from behind the door, interrupting the two.

lando and y/n quickly pulled apart, managing to compose themselves just as max opened the door and rushed in.

"im so sorry y/n. i really didn't mean t- i don’t even know ho-,” he stuttered, moving down to hug her quickly.

y/n forced a smile, her heart still racing.

"it's okay, max. i’m fine, i promise,” she reassured him, her arms moving to hug him back.

♧

it wasn’t rare for lando, max and y/n to constantly be in each others houses. any free time they had at least two of them were together, and it had been the same for the entire time they had known each other. that week, they had all taken residence at max’s house to finish the final touches to the new quadrant video before posting it.

the early morning sun was shining through the kitchen windows as y/n rummaged through the cabinets, looking for a mug for her morning tea. noticing her struggle, lando walked over to stand behind her, his chest brushing against her back as he stretched to reach the mug from the top shelf.

"here you go, short-arse," he said, handing it to her with a smile, before moving across the counter to flick the kettle on.

"thanks," y/n replied, ignoring his nicknaming, "want some breakfast?"

"depends what you’re making," lando said, his eyes twinkling, “i would love some pancakes right now.”

“tough shit - im making cereal,” she responded bluntly, smiling sarcastically at him, before moving to grab the box of cornflakes from the cupboard.

“from scratch? that’s impress- OW,” he yelped, feeling the box of cereal hit him in the face.

“can we not use my cereal as a weapon please?” max announced as he walked into the room, rubbing the grogginess from his eyes.

“sorry dad,” y/n replied jokingly, sticking her tongue out at lando when max moved to open the fridge. she turned to start making breakfast, but in her movement she ended up knocking a spoon off the counter.

“fuck,” she muttered as she bent down to pick it up, lando watching on before quickly placing his hand on the corner of the counter, preventing her from hitting her head on the way up.

"careful," he murmured softly, as her forehead made contact with his hand.

later in the day, lando found himself sat on the sofa, scrolling through the comments on quadrants new video, where he had taught y/n how to kart.

y/n walked in, sighing deeply as she plopped down on the sofa next to him, her head finding a comfortable spot on his lap. lando didn't miss a beat - instinctively he began to stroke her hair, his fingers moving gently through the strands.

"you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

y/n closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "just tired," she whispered.

max walked into the room soon after, though stopping in his tracks as he saw the two of them. he shook his head with a bemused smile.

“you wanna read the comments?” lando asked as max took a seat on the chair opposite them.

the two of them nodded in unison, y/n shuffling around to sit up as lando’s arm rested on the back of the sofa behind her. they sat quietly, reading through the comments as max scrolled through them on his own phone.

they were accustomed to reading feedback from fans, but this time, something caught them off guard. the comments were filled with remarks about how good lando and y/n would be as a couple and how fans couldn't believe they weren't already together.

lando glanced at y/n, both of them slightly amused - they were sort of used to this, but every comment seemed to mention it.

"are you seeing these comments?" lando asked, raising an eyebrow.

“i know! i can't believe how many people want us to be together."

“you know, they're not wrong. we would be great together,” he replied, entirely unfazed.

"absolutely. it makes sense i guess," she nodded in agreement, shrugging casually.

“well that’s established then,” lando stated before moving the conversation, “should we get pizza?”

“up to you,” y/n responded with a smile, before resting back into the sofa, lando’s arm thrown over her shoulders.

max sat still, watching the whole interaction in utter bewilderment.

"what have i just witnessed?” he started, eyes darting between the two quickly, “seventeen years of seeing you two interact, and you just casually decided you're together and then sorted out what you're having for dinner?"

"yeah, pretty much,” y/n laughs, leaning into lando’s side as she shoots a grin at max, who’s jaw just dropped in disbelief.

"are you serious right now?" he continued. lando leaned back, crossing his arms with a confident grin.

"it's not like we’ve not kissed before," lando added, still grinning.

"YOU'VE KISSED?" max shouted, his eyes widening further.

y/n and lando exchanged a knowing look, both bursting into laughter at max's reaction, their casual approach to this new development was seemingly more surprising than the news itself.

“we probably would’ve gone further if you hadn’t fixed that door,” y/n added, still laughing as max smiled to himself.

“you’re plan finally worked mate,” lando laughed out, watching max’s face contort into shock.

“my pla-? when did you work it out?”

“sometime between you turning off the heating and the time you pretended to be sick so we had to go to dinner just the two of us.”

“yeah the table for two and the candles was a big giveaway.”

“i need to lay in a cold dark room please - excuse me,” max said finally, picking his jaw up from the floor before walking out in complete silence.

[deunmiu-dessie]

ⅰ ▬ ⁽ 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 ⁾

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₃˖₅ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, NSFW, dubcon, rape/noncon elements explicit content, teratophilia, monster/human, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, very obvious size difference, dacryphilia, ( slight?? ) somnophilia, cunnilingus, knotting. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎ : you're invited to the bar by your bestfriend, barb. things go awry. ꒰m!werewolf ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

𝒜s you drift in and out of a light slumber, the sudden sound of your phone jolts you awake. The room is enveloped in darkness, and a chill lingers in the air, reminding you that you forgot to close the window. You shift in bed, directing your gaze towards the nightstand, and reach out to grab your phone, squinting against its blinding brightness. Running a hand through your tousled hair, you sit up and flick on the nearby lamp, illuminating the room.

As you settle in, your eyes slowly adapt to the light, allowing you to observe your surroundings. Glancing at your phone once more, you notice the time - it's already 9:27 PM. Your friend tried calling you five times, with the first call going unanswered for ten minutes.

As you slide out of bed, you stretch your arms and legs, grimacing at the sounds of your joints cracking. You brush your hands through your hair and make your way to the bathroom, turning on the light, and leaning against the sink, letting out a sigh at the sight of the bags under your eyes. Your lithe fingers gently pull at the skin under your eyes, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. Sighing, your arms drop to your side before lifting them to twist the faucet handle.

You bend down and form a makeshift bowl with your hands, sleepily awaiting the rush of water. The liquid cascades into your palms, filling them with a refreshing embrace. With a swift motion, you splash the cold water onto your face, instantly jolting your senses awake.

Huffing out a sigh, you shut off the tap, taking a brief pause to relish in the quietness of your home, before reaching for a soft hand towel to gently pat your face dry. Tossing the damp towel into the laundry basket, you pivot on your heels and exit the bathroom, flicking off the light and shutting the door behind you.

Glancing around the room, you notice the scattered clothing on the floor and your disorganized dresser, and as much as you wanted to clean it, you simply lacked the motivation. Your gaze swiftly shifts away from the mess and you clear your throat.

"Hey, Alexa, Call Barb back."

As her robotic voice obediently chimes, you collapse onto your messy bed, emitting a groan in response to the piercing sound resonating in your ears. A brief moment of silence passes before you're taken aback, startled by Barb's exuberant cheer.

" Thank god! I thought you were dead! What are you doing right now?" The ambiance of music and conversation engulfs her, prompting yet another sigh from you- the nth one since you've woken up. You're now well aware of the reason for her call, but you're not in the mood to socialize or have a drink.

After all, this was your only free weekend for the next month or so; and besides, you had already planned a date with a tub of ice cream and a marathon of horror movies.

"I just woke up from a nap, where are you? It's loud."

The woman softly utters a flustered 'stop', likely to a guy she's flirting with. Barb clears her throat to hide a giggle. "I'm at a bar with Crystal and Kevin. Please come down!" The idea of socializing at that moment sent shivers down your spine. No matter how much you adored Barb, her offer didn't tempt you in the slightest.

Actually, the idea of socializing at that moment sent mind-numbing shivers down your spine, and just as you were about to decline, her following words elicit a gentle chuckle from you.

"And! Before you say no, I promise I won't ask you to come to any events for the next three months." The anxiety in her voice is palpable, and it begins to chip away at your resolve, her small whine finally breaks you and with a sigh, you find yourself smiling at her proposal. "Fine, send me the address and I'll be there as soon as I can. "

The place is bustling with noise and the unmistakable smell of sweat as you navigate your way to the bar. From the entrance, you catch sight of Barb's eye-catching cotton candy pink hair. She's engaged in light-hearted banter with a burly man, and although you hesitate to interrupt, you do so anyway.

Wrapping your arms around her waist, you bask in the comforting aroma that surrounds her. Barb was an absolute doll, and the instant connection you both had when introduced by a mutual friend three years ago is still strong. Barb was practically the sole reason you weren't a recluse.

A small chuckle escaped her lips as she affectionately placed her hand on your cheek. "That you babe?" She turns around as she hears your approving hum, and her gaze falls upon your attire. It wasn't flashy, considering this is just a bar. Your legs are clad in mom jeans, complemented by a band tee and a pair of chunky combat boots. In contrast to Barb's tight red dress, you may seem a bit underdressed, but your intention wasn't to find a hookup tonight; you're here to catch up with Barb.

She pressed her lips together, but eventually gave in and rolled her eyes before pulling you into a warm hug, without getting up from her seat.

" Henry, this is my best friend. " she beamed at you and playfully raised her eyebrows. "Bestie, this is Henry."

You cast your eyes towards him, uninterested."Hey, how are you?"

Without waiting for his response, you plant a kiss on Barb's forehead and gesture towards the other end of the bar. "I'll grab a drink and then search for Kevin and Crystal."

Barb's lips formed a pout as she nodded, her expression turning stern. "Don't leave without telling me okay?" You acknowledged her request with a nod, waving her off and making your way to the stool at the end of the counter, collapsing onto the chair, and releasing a weary sigh.

The bartender looked at you expectantly, prompting you to bite the inside of your cheek before simply requesting water - you had no intention of drinking tonight. Your eyes flit over the bar, taking small sips from your water bottle, looking for any eye candy. Eventually, your gaze landed on a man wearing a red, dirtied beanie, his eyes lowered. He's big and burly, with dark hair covering his forearms and a thick beard.

Your heart stutters in your chest, prompting you to clench your thighs together. His sun-kissed complexion exuded an irresistible aura of feral masculine energy, that made your nipples perk up and harden. You discreetly averted your eyes, taking a gulp of water to quell the sudden and embarrassing rush of desire.

Stealing another glance, your heart skips a beat when his hazel eyes meet yours. Flustered, you quickly look away, feeling the warmth spread across your cheeks. You had just got caught ogling a sexy hunky man, and you'd probably been drooling too.

You set your water bottle on the counter and pat your cheeks with your cold hands. Gradually mustering the courage, you decide to approach the man- the intimidating but hot man who sat in a booth alone. As you prepare to stand up, you are startled to find him just a few steps away from you, gaze searing and unwavering.

Towering at 6'4, he appeared even more imposing in person, his muscles clearly defined beneath his jacket. Despite your jitters, you offer a smile and a nod in his direction. His eyes briefly leave yours, locking with the bartender's. A surge of desire courses through you, his voice is deep and velvet-smooth, and it has your stomach in knots.

"Another bourbon."

His eyes fixated on you, captivating your very being and luring you into a trance. A timid squeak escaped your lips as you retreated into your shell - he exuded an aura of sheer intimidation. The slight twitch at the corner of his mouth accompanied a subtle nod, but little else. You couldn't help but feel foolish for even attempting to engage with him because even though he didn't wear an expensive suit or look well off, he was way out of your league. At least, that's how it felt.

As he grabs the glass of bourbon, he disappears into the shadows of his lonely little booth. You feel the urge to approach him but two things hold you back– one- you don't know what you would say and two– you really have to pee.

Downing the last drops of water, you bring the bottle with you to throw in the garbage can. Suddenly, you come to a halt, noticing the lengthy line forming at the restroom — that was like a thirty-minute wait, you couldn't possibly hold your pee for that long.

The longer you pondered your next move, the more your bladder seemed to betray you. Your only choice was to venture outside and take care of business in the back. You clenched your jaw, cursed under your breath, and hurried to the back door. As you made your way, you locked eyes with Barb at the bar and gestured towards your urgent need. She responded with a nod and a thumbs-up before returning to her conversation. With a sigh of relief, you slipped out into the cool night air, feeling its gentle touch on your skin.

The town may have been small, but it possessed an allure that captivated its inhabitants. It wasn't the kind of place where everyone knew each other, yet it still retained an intimate charm. Nestled at the edge of town, this bar stood amidst the endless forest that enveloped the surroundings. It was easy to get lost in there.

Into the heart of the forest, you went, careful to avoid prying eyes as you attended to your needs, wary of the consequences if caught by the property owner or law enforcement. As you made your way through the trees, the dim glow of the bar faded and you continued to walk until you had to squint to see the bar lights.

The sound of your belt coming undone echoed through the stillness of the area and you feel your skin crawl with anxiousness. You can hear the steady stream of your pee hitting the leafy-covered ground and you cringe at the loudness of the sound. After you make sure you're at least a bit dry down there, you stand and pull your pants up. As you adjust yourself, a rustle in front of you makes your heart race.

Your hands freeze at your belt buckle, a deep, low, guttural growl meets your ears and suddenly you can see golden irises looking towards you. It's a wolf. Fear grips you as you step back, trembling with terror. As your eyebrows knit together, your gaze intensifies upon the creature before you. There is no denying its identity as a wolf, yet its sheer size is awe-inspiring, towering over you. Its maw is much too big, its teeth much too large and its physique exudes strength.

What the hell were you looking at?

It takes a step forward, snarling at you. Your body quivers with nervous energy, unable to find calm, unable to focus. Without hesitation, you pivot on your foot and sprint away, your eyes scanning the surroundings with newfound intensity - every obstacle, every tree, every shadow. Uncertain if the predator is gaining on you, uncertain if more have joined in on the chase - you refuse to look back. The snarls and the sound of rapid footsteps fade momentarily. Breathing becomes difficult, and your face is flushed and covered in sweat.

Seeking refuge behind a tree, you struggle to regain composure, your heart racing wildly, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Crack

Sprinting away, driven by an insatiable desire for safety, you disregard the possibility that it might not be the wolf. You suddenly experience an excruciating pain that travels up your ankle, causing an ear-piercing shriek to erupt from your throat and obscure your vision with tears.

Your skull collides with the rugged terrain, engulfing your vision in darkness for a fleeting moment. As your mind gradually regains clarity, you steal a glance at your ankle, recoiling at the sight of the weathered bear trap sinking its fangs into your flesh. Thankfully, the wound appears shallow, and you offer a silent gratitude to God.

Crunch

You lack the strength to budge, even though it's not causing any real harm; the agony is unbearable. The wolf draws nearer, yet its snarls transform into a plaintive whine. Your eyes remain tightly shut, refusing to open, as your body becomes paralyzed by the sensation of its scorching breath against your face.

It continues its advance, until it reaches your leg, eliciting a whimper from you as its jaws envelop it. Although no additional pain ensues, the sound of fabric rending fills your ears. With trepidation, you finally summon the courage to open your eyes, only to find half of your pant leg ripped away.

Crack, Crack

Bones are breaking, you can hear every crack and also see them breaking under the wolf's fur. As the wolf's fur ripples, you witness the gruesome spectacle of bones splintering beneath its skin. A sickening sensation rises in your throat, causing you to retch violently onto the verdant grass below. The cracking stops but you make no move to look again.

The searing agony dissipates, replaced by the faint rustling of metal being pried apart and discarded with a metallic clink. A rough, yet tender and moist touch glides over your wound, gradually erasing the numbness that enveloped you. The scorching pain that once tormented you is now but a distant memory.

Facing the creature, you realize it has grown even larger, standing at an impressive 9 feet tall. Its massive frame is covered in thick, dark fur, making it almost impossible to discern its true shape. The only colors visible are the glowing gold of its eyes and the pink knot nestled against your thigh. You swallow heavily and avert your eyes quickly, eyes flitting to the wolf's face.

Your heart races as you feel its large hand holding your leg, the gentle touch of its claws sending shivers down your spine. The sensation of its tongue brushing against your skin sends waves of pleasure through your body, despite the fear that grips you. His nose twitches, his eyes flicking towards you, the tension in his muscles palpable.

Your body quivers like a leaf, appearing fragile and small beneath the werewolf, so easily breakable. You can feel his cock stiffening even more, almost impossibly so. Reluctantly, you retract your leg from his grasp, edging back slowly. He watches you with intelligent eyes, tracking your every motion. Struggling to rise, you opt to flip onto your hands and knees, clutching a nearby tree for support— still uncertain of your 'healed' ankle.

There's a pressure on your waist, claws teasing your delicate hips, barely breaking the skin, and you cry out as your pants are torn from your legs, the cool air brushing against your exposed skin. He pauses for a moment, snout coming close to your sex before sniffing deeply. As tears cascade down your cheeks, you instinctively lash out, kicking your leg in a desperate attempt to distance yourself.

Your combat boot forcefully collides with its face, a feeble protest that is met with a mocking snort. With a single swipe of its claw, your delicate undergarments are effortlessly torn apart, leaving your hole quivering, and juices leaking without permission. Drawing nearer, its snout radiates warmth, causing you to recoil, your eyes squeezed shut. Yet, they swiftly snap open as its wide, elongated, and moist tongue begins to sensually lap at you, the roughness of its muscular appendage gently grazing your entrance and occasionally slipping inside.

Against your will, you're moaning loudly. Your eyes roll back and your lower lip is trapped between your teeth. The hand that was holding onto the tree is now on its snout, attempting to push it away. Your face is pressed into the ground, your back arched in a deliciously painful curve, and your ass is raised high in the air.

It laps at you eagerly like a thirsty dog, and you're lost in a sea of pleasure, moaning and pleading for more, despite yourself. You love every second of this, and it makes you feel disgusted with how enamored you are at what this monster's tongue is doing to you.

You're enveloped in a sea of pure white, as its tongue explores the depths of your being, gently caressing your sensitive spots and teasing your g-spot. It's tongue fucking you so well, like it possesses an intimate map of your body. Its tail sways rhythmically as your trembling thighs embrace its snout, cum dripping onto its eager tongue. Your body spasms with pleasure, and it revels in its satisfaction.

Your pussy tightens slightly, releasing your desire onto your inner thighs, playfully winking at the creature, enticing it to take you. Its hands encircle your waist, contrasting your size against it. The tip of its red cock is lined with your entrance and it finds it a bit difficult to slip the head in at first, you're a tight squeeze.

" No. No, it won't fit!" It's thick and long, and so much bigger than a normal cock, and that thought terrifies you. You shriek as it inches into you slowly, pussy stretching to attempt to accommodate its thickness. You shake your head, crawling forward and attempting to escape the overwhelming intrusion. However, its deep snarl makes you whimper and freeze.

You weakly resist one last time, wriggling your hips to stop it from completely ruining you for any other man, but as it sinks into your quivering, messy cunt, you stop struggling.

Despite the tension in its muscles, it takes its time. The beast is exceptionally thick, so its cock is heavy inside you. The drag of its bulbous tip on your g-spot has you whimpering and drooling over yourself. Abruptly its massive frame envelops you, hands firmly gripping your hips.

How ironic, a canine-like creature ravishing you in the primal position of doggy style.

With a powerful thrust, it plunges its rigid cock deep inside you, its pelvis pressing against your ass. The weighty orbs of its balls collide against your clit, brimming with cum, and despite knowing you shouldn't, you crave every drop of its hot seed.

Your sight becomes hazy, and the world around you blurs as pleasure consumes you. It's an overwhelming sensation that brings tears to your eyes. Each touch from it sends electric shocks through your body, it's touching every nerve inside of you effortlessly. Despite feeling completely satisfied, a deep craving for more remains. The desire to feel it cum inside of you.

With each thrust, a creamy white residue encircles its cock and you're not sure how you've cum so many times in such a short period, but your eager, filthy little hole is starting to feel tender and sensitive. You're whining and whimpering, a blubbering mess below it. You need more.

It starts to speed up, hips stuttering, and a whine building in its throat. With one final forceful thrust, it buries itself deep inside you. Its primal roar echoes in your ears, yet you lack the strength to shield them.

The wet, erotic sound as it pumps you full of cum makes you orgasm once more. Your poor slutty hole clenching around it. You've lost track of time since you left the bar, and you don't know how long the two of been fucking. Exhaustion washes over you, and all you desire is to return home.

However, it appears that th beast has different intentions. Suddenly, it lifts you up, positioning itself on its hindlegs, and you find yourself sitting upright on its throbbing cock. One of its hands ventures beneath your band tee, discovering your erect nipples, while the other firmly grips your hip, effortlessly thrusting you onto its shaft as if you were its own personal fleshlight. Its muzzle nuzzles against your neck, sending shivers down your spine as you surrender to the overwhelming pleasure, even though exhaustion consumes you.

–

When you came to, you were relieved to find yourself at your house, believing that maybe you had dreamt it, it couldn't have been real. But the evidence of your wild night with that beast is undeniable - the sticky puddle of cum on your sheets and the missed calls and texts from Barb serve as a tantalizing reminder. You can't remember how long he used your body for his pleasure but you do remember leaving a pool of cum where the two stayed that night. Though, one text stands out to you.

"Babe, a man came up to me earlier and said that he enjoyed you last night. WTF?! Bitch, spill."

[essjujutsu]

CHAPTER Ⅰ: SUPRISE!

( the gc is in yuji's perspective! )

knock

knock

damn, did yuji already forget your coming? you told him like..two hours ago!

just then, the door swings open and your brother opens the door.

"yn!! your here!"

yuji says enthusiastically, opening the door wider so you can fit your suitcase inside.

"where's sukuna? is he home?"

"nah, he went to the grocery store. he said we didn't have enough food in the house 'cause i ate it all or something."

"oh, thats..nice of him."

you set your suitcase down on the living room floor, flopping down on the couch. you're definitely glad to be home.

"one of your friends texted me, nobara—she seems really nice."

you announce as yuji sits down on the couch aswell, nodding in response.

"yeah, everybody's nice—trust me! they'll all like you."

you give him a smile, watching him go back on his phone to do who knows what. you really do hope they all like you—you may have stalked some of their instagrams once or twice, but that was just because yuji tagged them and you were curious!

a couple minutes later you head the front door open behind you—you look up from the couch and see your uncle sukuna standing there with a few grocery bags. he still looked pretty much the same, face tattoos and all. you remember back when he first gained custady of you, yuji and choso—sukuna was pretty scary for a elementary schooler, but he was nice...in his own way at least. but you never really got to know him like yuji did, since you had already planned to leave for boarding school.

"oh, you're home. hey kid."

he spoke, coming over to the living room where you and yuji sat. though before you even got to respond, yuji interrupted.

"sukuna, whats for dinner! ooh can i help make it? i wanna show yn my amazing cooking skills!"

"since when can you cook, yuji?"

you ask in response, raising an eyebrow.

"uhm! since like, forever! sukuna taught me and not to brag but im pretty good."

"he's alright."

you laugh in response, as yuji darts off to the kitchen—followed by your uncle. you smile as you get up from the couch to, walking over to follow them.

you smile slightly as you walk into the kitchen, now you only had one thing to worry about—your first day of your new school tomorrow.

A/N: wooah first chapter! if you see any grammer mistakes im sorry LMFAO , second chapter will be up by wednesday!

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[sector38]

#NSFW

From Sector: 38

Entry: Ⅰ

Apparently, there was a time when people believed there was an edge to the world - that if you sailed far enough, you'd just fall off the side of the world. I used to find it so funny, I just couldn't understand or comprehend how this world had a definitive end to them

now, I understand.

Sitting at the edge of the sector, the cool metal of the man-made ground pressed against my bare thighs and the cold waters engulfing my feet staring out into the watery abyss.

Technically I wasn’t meant to be there, unless you have a valid pass you're not allowed outside the city walls and considering mine was four days out of date I very much did not want to be caught.

My friends spent their days working, rebuilding our society in miniature while i spent my days sitting at the brink of the universe staring out at the unchanging.

But even if i did work, what would i do? Who would i be? Who could i become?

A reconstructionist? A teacher? A cleaner? A cook?

So Instead I continued to sneak past the guards who can't be much older than me lined up like pawn pieces with faces harder than the boots they wear and sit, stare, soaking up the very thing that left us floating in silent devastation.

I should have brought my watch or my phone it was just that after last time (with me nearly dropping it and all) I thought best not, but now looking at the inky night sky I'm wondering whether that in itself was a mistake. No one is allowed out past curfew (10 pm summer, 8 pm winter) it's too dangerous, too unpredictable.

It's funny, they won't tell us what to be afraid of, and they'll tell us we have nothing to fear then usher us into cages, protection from an invisible entity - an immeasurable enemy.

Still, even I can feel it the shift in the air - the cooling breeze stilted like something holding it back or someone. If I was smarter, I would have left, grimaced at my wet feet in my clean new white socks and black shoes, and slipped in through the city walls -

Except, i was never known for being particularly smart.

Which is why when I saw flashes of colour in the sea instead of running I stayed transfixed - purple and white hues swaying in and out of focus though always remaining in a tight formation, a loose cluster.

They were coming closer to the surface, whatever they were, its colours becoming more pigmented in its hues, its actions becoming more assured and targeted: it was coming for me.

I was frozen, completely and utterly frozen - I couldn't scream or speak, I couldn't even breathe. The only assurance that I hadn't turned to stone was the sounding of my beating heart - and even then, I couldn't place the organ. I felt its ricochets in my throat and stomach but heard it like a gunshot stretched out through time.

A cold encircled my ankles, a loose grip coiling around me, barely touching me. The tenderals, if I can call them that climbed up my body till they poked through the surface of the water and wrapped themselves against my lower thighs.

Now i could see it: long tentacles sprouting from a cluster deeper in the waters - the purple skin translucent inside faint veins iridescent colours shimmering like solar systems from a far of place. The ends were elliptical, curved like she shell of an egg as if blown from molten glass.

My hands once frozen by my side reached out gently to touch the head of the tentacle closest to me - gently i lifted my shaking fingers stopping them in front of the strange creature. With careless inhibition it slithered along my fingertips till it rested in my palm, feeling its weight in my hand and the soft integument.

For a while, the world was just this - just me staring at this creature that seemed to hold each star dead and dying under its skin but then i felt it - the tentacles slight grip on my upper thigh, not as though it was trying to pull my into the waters but instead as though it was searching for something.

The tentacles began to pulse, gently and softly like the humm of birds on a summer night - gentle but unequivocally present before a voice clear yet distorted rung through my mind:

Do not be afraid

then they slipped under my short black skirt.

As if a trance had broken i gasped, dropped my hands in haste and so the head of the tentacle which once occupied a place in my palm opting to try and push my body up and away from the waters and its presence.

But it was too late.

I'd been too distracted, so stupid and curious i didn't notice just how many tentacles had wrapped themselves around me lower body - sensing my resistance they only seemed to hold on tighter tendredals slipping further and further up my inner thighs till they rested over my pastel pink panties.

The tentacle which lay in my hand curled around my wrists like an armlet - as though i was a forgotten pharaoh.

The head of the tenderal under my skirt began to pulse against my underwear, pushing slightly against it dampening the material.

Its words like a ping pong ball bounced around my head, the once empty space echoing its words over and over as its intrusion continued.

They didn't tell us much about the monsters that came with the flood but they did tell us some things of of which being all of them have at least a three percent intelligence increase between them and us. It never meant much to me didn't mean anything that these monsters had minds far superior to beings - i was more confused with how they came about this knowledge.

With which lucky team of xenozoologists gathered them up and spoke to them, communicated them.

I wonder what they would say now, how they would stare down at me in their long white lab coats and tightly pulled back hair as this elderitch creature hummed against my skin.

Do not let your mind wander

The tentacles gripped me wrists tighter, sometime ago they had captured my either wrist as well truly any thoughts of escape which may have entered my mind were banished. The other tentacle began to nudge more incessantly at my underwear - in this moment i couldn't understand how this creature was supposed to be more intelligent than me, no five percent more intelligent than our most intelligent human? And yet it couldn't figure out how to take off my panties? It wasn't like the material was so expensive that they couldn't easily break, with one strong tug they would fall into the waters, floating over the face of the deep blue before perhaps sinking or maybe just continuing to float.

It was then that a feeling overcame me - i hate to say it but it was like the rush of a wave, like the sudden feel of cold water on hot skin and salty water hitting the back of your tongue. It was like a perfect cocktail of euphoria, clarity and anticipation. I understood then all that i could have known.

It wasn't that the monster didn't know how to take of my panties, it wanted me to need it to.

I bit my lip, drawing blood in haste covering a moan that threatened to slip from my lips at the thought - the tang of iron coating my tongue and cheeks, probably dying my teeth.

Silently in my own mind i whispered "please" and that was all it took before it was ripping my underwear of my body and spreading my legs slightly a part with the force and care of a determined lover.

Smaller, colder tentacles the width of my fingers emerged from the waters and gently stroked my entrance - the suddenness and the low temperature had me writhing but the thicker tentacles stopped me from shifting too far from its touch.

Like tongues they flicked slowly against my now pulsing clitoris, heat resting heavy at the bottom of my stomach like a sunken stone. My head threw back in bliss and as my mouth parted to let out a moan a tentacle head filled my mouth - the head was slightly longer than those which had made themselves a home around my wrists and much thicker than those which currently were lapping at my swollen clit.

My mind was in a haze, nipples hardening against my shirt as my eyes oscilated between staring at the sentient monster or the stary firmament above.

I could feel my body becoming hotter, desperate for more contact as i began to push myself closer towards the small tendrils in spite of the tight grip they had on me.

As if sensing my eagerness the beast emerged more tentacles now wrapping around my large breasts, squeezing on them and instantly wetting my shirt. If not for the appendage humming pleasantly in my mouth i have no doubts i would be moaning loud enough to alert the guards.

As if attempting to milk me the tentacles grew more ferocious with their onslaught on my chest, pulling and squeezing till the white buttons popped off my shirt and into the night waters. Rushing forward smaller tentacles once again arose now pressing against my nipples the cold sensation doing nothing for my sweltering internal body temperature.

please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please please, please, please,please, please, please, please, please, please,please, please, please

My mind repeated over and over and over, each plea cluttering my mind till my brain was nothing but a palimpet of want and desire. Thankfully the creature from below was one of compassion.

In front of me the tentacle which once nudged against my nipples opened like a blossoming flower with five petal like shapes and in the centre a white glow, whiter than the sclera of an eye or the color of a cloud no this was a white that almost blinded me almost as white as the sun itself or atleast surrounded by the dark night mind and eyes clouded by lust it was.

They forged forward attaching themselves on my nipples sucking on them like the wet, endless cavity they were before the ones which once flicked against my clit did the same.

The waves on the water began to stir pushing and pulling the fabric of itself apart, before one final tentacle emerged. The appendage sporuted from the water till the tip reached far above my head, floating in front of me the out of water length must have been half my height. Aside from its length it was thicker than all the others by far, the thickness of it being comparable to my (still bound) wrists.

Slowly it bent down before sliding along the metal grounds of the sector nudging against my thighs as it slithered from side to side though still pluging forward like a snake, it was then that i understood its plan

It meant to be inside of me.

It stopped just outside my entrance, gently prodding and nudging again my tight opening, against the tentacle in my mouth i let out a tiny whimper eager and wanting.

Galvanised by my voice coated and dripping in hot want and sticky desire the tentacles holding my thighs and arms lifted me up into the air so i was floating above the metal and the water.

Then i felt it press against me, forcing its way in, as the movements of the tendredals on my breasts and clitoris began sucking more volatile with the tentacles around my breasts squeezing still at even pace, unceasing and unwavering.

Finally it pushed itself in me pressing tightly against my walls but still everceasing in its pursuit - from this angle i could see it losing itself in me and the bulge of my stomach as it pressed inside me.

It was all too much, too much pressure inside of me and outside of me and not to mention the sounds:

The wet squelching, the constant hum of its skin, the disrupted water thrashing against the creature, and my own dampened moans.

As if sensing i was near the creature quickly removed it's appendage from my once filled hole before plunging in without even a beat of rest - my eyes widened and rolled to the back of my head as it repeated the process till i could feel the pressure building inside the appendage of the creature.

Then the the tentacles in my mouth began to mirror it, moving in and out my mouth though slightly more slowly still which each thrust going deeper till i felt it rest on the back of my mouth and then dip into my throat.

The tears which welled in my eyes spilled out over my face and ran down my blushed cheeks before falling silently joining the larger body of water.

I'd been trying so hard, to do or be what I don't know: to be good, to be quiet, to pay attention but in the end, all it took was two words, not even spoken just two telepathically echoed words:

Let go.

And my body was gently convulsing like electricity was being struck through every vein the heat that pooled in my stomach spread snd rushed throughout me - but the creature didn't stop, didn't show any signs of ceasing fucking into me past the point or orgasm and then past the point of overstimulation till it began to plunge more erratically with more fever and less elderitch strategy.

Then i felt the sensation of being filled, as it fucked into me a thick white but translucent substance was pushed into me filling my already swollen belly and then the same substance was filling my mouth.

Its taste was like the smell of rained earth and sugar cubes and fresh whole milk and lavender i swallowed it lapping it up. I felt it begin to retreat but the taste was addictive i began to suck on the appendage feeling it twitch relentlessly in my mouth though ultimately keeping its place inside me as i sucked and swallowed.

The tentacles and tendrils which once held their place on my breast and clitoris slowly pulled away back into the sea as the once which held my thighs and wrists lowered my gently onto the groud with my back against the metal.

I gave one last suck to the tentacle before allowing it to leave my warm, wet mouth and giving it a final lick.

I barely watched it sink back into the ocean, mind and body to fucked out to even think of moving instead content to stare up the flickering stars feeling the warm goo seep out of me as the slight bulge of my stomach deflated.

The last thing I heard before I submitted to the gentle daze of my inner world, and it submerged itself back into its underworld:

See you soon

[melancholyhigh]

☆ ‧₊˚ RESIDENT EVIL!

LEON KENNEDY

ⅰ. series

smarty series! | fluff & smut. | 5,752 words.

part one. part two. part three.

a series of events where you sneak around with your dad's best friend.

tags. age gap, oral (both f & m), unprotected sex, dirty talk.

ⅰⅰ. oneshots

crush culture. | angst & smut. | 2.8k words.

tags. college au, dom leon, angry sex.

sunrise. | smut. | 2.4k words.

tags. brother's best friend trope, sneaky sex, sub leon.

reckless. | smut. | 3.0k words.

tags. boss/employee relationship, sub leon, age gap, power imbalance.

all mine. | smut. | 4.7k words.

tags. roommates trope, jealousy/possessiveness themes, sub leon.

late night calls. | smut. | 1.3k words.

tags. phone sex, sub leon, mommy kink.

artwork. | smut. & fluff. | 1.5k words.

tags. nude painting, sub leon, handjob.

officer kennedy. | smut. | 1.6k words.

tags. power imbalance, dom leon, spanking, use of the term 'sir'.

work hours. | smut. | 1.2k words.

tags. rookie leon, car sex, sub leon, virginity loss.

ⅱⅰ. blurbs/drabbles

— sfw.

cuddling w/ leon

leon's happy trail

— nsfw.

brother’s bsf!leon

kitty leon :3

making leon a daddy

leon's piercings

subby leon

pussy lover leon :3

more to come soon...

[psychedelic-ink]

We Fall Like Snow ║ Part Ⅰ

After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however, winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

pairing: Dieter Bravo x bodyguard!ofc; Amina Addams, written in reader format

chapter summary: You and Dieter are late for a Q&A. Again.

word count: 4.5k

chapter warnings: weed use, dieter having a filthy mind (and a wild s.ex life), cursing, so much banter, minors dni

**dividers by the amazing @saradika

The floor might as well be drenched in grease by how slippery it was.

Your poor sneakers glide across the marble tiles, nearly making you trip as you climb two steps at a time. Adrenaline pumps through your veins, heart hammering in your chest, you force your legs to move faster. You can feel each individual muscle throbbing. It was stupid of you to expect Dieter fucking Bravo of all people to show up on time.

You’ve been waiting by the car for nearly half an hour, already late for the signing. His fans are used to it by now, but that doesn’t mean you enjoyed being late to these events, and Shannon –Dieter’s ever passive- aggressive manager– had graciously put you in charge of his time table. You still aren’t sure why. You’re the bodyguard; the person that slaps his hand whenever he puts his grubby little mitts on something containing peanuts. Occasionally you’ll push away a fan or two. Generally speaking, for such a riot of an actor, he has calm admirers. There was one incident that nearly got him harmed.

Finally reaching the door, you aggressively punch it, the sound echoing throughout the entire hotel. When you detect no movement you knock again, this time accompanied by your sheer shout of his name.

“Dieter! Get your butt out of the bed– NOW!”

Just as you’re about to knock again, the door opens wide, leaving your fist awkwardly hanging in the air. In the threshold stands a disheveled, yet happy-, looking woman. She’s probably in her thirties, with long red hair, and her lash line smudged with eyeshadow. Her smile is lazy and kind as she looks at you. Is she high? God if you’re out there, please tell me he’s not high.

“Hi,” she greets you, her voice sultry. “Can we help you?”

You peer above her shoulder and see Dieter full on french kissing a brunette man on top of his luxurious king size bed. The bedding slides down the man’s body, revealing his perfectly sculpted ass. A soft moan reaches your ears, and your face becomes heated.

Ignoring the woman, you step inside, your hand conveniently wrapping around the metal doorknob, the coolness of it gives you some semblance of peace.

“Dieter!” you hiss between clenched teeth. He parts from the man with a smack and meets your gaze. His brows furrow, incohesive sounds leaving his kiss swollen lips. He fucking knows he’s in trouble.

“Shit,” he breathes out. The man turns to face you, his perfect ass matching his perfect face. Dieter turns to grab his phone. “What time is it? Did we fuck until morning?”

The woman giggles; you hadn’t noticed before but the front of her robe is open, her breasts bouncing as she shifts from one leg to the other. “I guess so,” she answers cheekily.

“We’re late for the panel. Get your butt out of bed right now.”

“Yes ma’am,” Dieter says. Before doing what you asked him to, he quickly presses his lips into his lover’s. “See you later Eduardo,”

“Awwww,” he bemoans, chasing the actor’s lips. “Can’t you stay?” his eyes flit to yours. “She can join us if she wants to, the more the merrier,”

Dieter wrestles with his pants, barely able to get one foot in.

“She’s not into that,” he replies slightly breathless, then he stops and looks at you, eyes full of curiosity. “Are you?”

“I swear if you don’t leave this room in ten seconds I’m dragging you out naked, paparazzi be damned,”

“Kinky,” the woman grins.

Your fingers tighten around the doorknob.

“I can’t believe we’re late. Again.”

With one hand, you quickly usher Dieter into the limo, using the other to text Shannon that you’re on your way. The driver starts the car, a low hum filling the inside.

“I’m hungry,” Dieter groans, scratching the back of his head.

You eye the sidewalk, the brown paper bag containing a chocolate muffin and a cup of coffee idly laying sideways next to the back tire. The dampness of the pavement had seeped into the bag, the coffee also spilt, turning it into a mushy, disgusting mess. You let out a sigh, climbing into the car right after Dieter. You originally had placed the bag on top of the trunk lid; it must’ve fallen with the wind or something.

The car starts to move and you internally curse at the driver for not keeping an eye on Dieter’s breakfast.

“We’ll just have to get something there,” you say, fishing out a small kitkat bar from your bag. “This is going to have to suffice,”

He takes it with gratitude and a lazy smile.

“Thanks.” Hhe leans into the soft seats of the limo, fingers playing with the edge of the wrapper. “I am really sorry by the way, time kinda flew by,” clearing his throat, he adds,. “Is Shannon mad?”

“Well, she ain’t happy,”

“I should send her a bouquet,”

“You did that last time,”

“Box of chocolates?”

“Did that the time before,”

“Muffin basket?”

“That’s new.”

The smile he gives you is wide and bright and you can’t help but mimic the expression. His gaze is soft as he looks at you, his fidgeting with the wrapper stopping abruptly.

“Could you tell Kate then? Before I forget.”

Without an answer, you quickly text Kate, his assistant, to send Shannon a nice and elegant muffin basket. While you do so you hear Dieter peeling open the wrapper of his unhealthy breakfast, the voice of his favorite youtuber follows.

For the upcoming months, Dieter’s schedule is packed. He’d been cast in an upcoming dystopian blockbuster hero movie. It sounded interesting enough, but while he explained the plot, you were already thinking about the arrangements that needed to be made. Thanks to this new project, he didn’t have much time to relax, so these short limo rides were his little moments of escape.

Seeing that you got a “thumbs up” emoji from Kate, you push the phone back into your pocket. Now that the two of you are actually on your way, you’re relaxed, a ticklish sensation laving across your skin as you melt into the leather seats, the smooth drive pushes your brain into a nearly sleepy state.

Your gaze follows the shops on the street, now that Halloween and Thanksgiving were things of the past, everyone had busted out their Christmas decorations. You enjoy this time of year, the city becomes colorful and bright, the smell of gingerbread following you no matter where you go.

“They were really nice,” Dieter suddenly states, drawing you out of your Christmas- fueled thoughts. “I wish you could’ve spend more time with them,”

“Who?”

“Eduardo and Isabel,” he scrunches up the wrapper and stuffs it into his pocket, dropping his phone to his lap. “They showed me around,”

“Are they actually friends of yours or two people you met at the after party?” You have no doubt in your mind that it’s the latter;, your lips curl into a mischievous smile. You cock an eyebrow, face contorting with confusion. “I thought you came to New York before, what do you mean they ‘showed you around’?”

“I might’ve said I’m new in town,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “I like the attention,”

“As if you don’t have enough of that already,”

He ignores your playful jab and indulges in his train of thought.

“We should meet them again, the four of us,”

“Is this an attempt to lure me to bed with you?”

“It’ll be fun,”

“I have no doubt about that,” your expression grows smug when you see that he wasn’t expecting that answer. “I’m not saying no because it’ll be boring, I’m saying no because I’m your bodyguard. What if someone bursts into the bedroom with a gun? What am I supposed to do when I’m butt naked?”

You exaggerate your words with your hand movements, “Am I supposed to search the floor for my holster while some maniac holds a gun to your head?”

“You can keep the holsters on,”

You hold your breath as discreetly as you can. Dieter leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. How far he can reach surprises you, the brush of his knuckles against yours prompts you to let out the breath you’ve been holding. His pupils devour the color of his eyes, his gaze burns your skin, a feeling that should hurt but doesn’t. His tongue licks over his bottom lip. Your eyes drop to his neck when he swallows.

As he speaks again his voice comes out low and sultry, like he’s out of breath. “That would be so hot. And, like, imagine you shooting a dude while riding my cock,”

“Dieter–”

“Not killing him, of course, just shooting the gun out of his hand. Like a cowboy,”

You snort at the image, quickly covering your mouth. He pulls back, fingers absentmindedly scratching his chin. The heat from the brief brush of skin lingers. Dieter appears none the wiser.

You bite the tip of your tongue. His innuendos affect you more and more each day;, it’s infuriating, especially when he does it so nonchalantly. His eyes look up to the limo’s ceiling, and your cheeks heat up. Is he still thinking about you in holsters?

You’re just about to tell him to stop when he speaks again.

“Wait, would it be cowgirl instead? What do you call a female cowboy? Or does the word cowboy include everyone?”

The heat disappears as soon as it comes, leaving you feeling icy cold.

“Gendered terminology is a bitch,”

“Cowperson?”

“That sounds like a superhero with cow powers,”

He starts to mumble the spider-man theme song from 1994. Maybe he is high after all.

“…does whatever a cow can. Eats some grass, any kind. Crushes thieves just like…uh,”

“Bugs?” you offer.

“Why would a cow crush a bug?”

“Why is Cowperson eating grass? They’re still human, that’s not really a super power,”

“It’s to make their cow-powers more powerful. You need to read more comic books.”

“Who are they? Popeye?”

“Hey, if Popeye can eat spinach and grow strong I don’t understand why our cow-hero can’t,”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, you feel a headache sneaking its way to your temples.

“Why are we talking about cow themed superheroes?”

“You said you would fuck me with the holsters on,”

“I said no such thing,”

The limo comes to a steady halt, you don’t even need to look outside to know you’re here. The muffled screams that seeps through the gaps of the car is enough to let you know that there’s a crowd outside. Dieter seems unbothered by it, his soft molten gaze still glued to you curiously. Suddenly, it gets harder to breathe; like someone squeezing your throat. Licking your lips, you slide towards the door, mentally preparing yourself for the fans outside.

“We’re on, Mr. Bravo.”

It takes you everything not to think of the last sentence he said to you. “You said you would fuck me with the holsters on,” the words had rolled off his tongue as naturally as falling snow, not thinking at all about the consequences. You should be used to his flirty remarks by now. Of all the years you’ve known him, he’s always been like that. It never means anything, it’s just who he is. And it’s your job not to allow him to get you all riled up.

Letting Dieter take the front, you step to the side and close the door as he waves at his adoring fans. They all scream his name, posters and memorabilia glued to their hands with hopes that the actor might sign them. He’s got a bit of spare time—traffic had been surprisingly kind—so you allow him to mingle. You trail close on his steps just in case anyone decides to get too familiar. Selfies are taken, and tears are shed. Your gaze swiftly flits to your watch, his panel begins in ten minutes, you have to get him inside– Besides he will do more signings after the Q & A anyway.

Ignoring the blood pooling underneath your nails, you press your hand against the small of his back, gently guiding him to the entrance. He already knows. His steps become faster, yet to an outsider he doesn’t look to be in a rush. You can’t help the way your fingers slightly curl against the soft fabric of his suit; he feels your palm, warm and soft on his hip.

Touching Dieter isn’t anything new. However, this time you sense a crackle in the air, something that can only be felt by the two of you. His muscles stiffen as he fights the urge to turn to lay his eyes on you. If he could, a silent question would be asked with those same pair of soft eyes; Did you feel that too?

The invisible moment shared between the two of you is gone when a poster is abruptly shoved into his hand along with a marker, you notice which movie it’s from; The Bubble, though it’s more of a documentary rather than a movie. He quickly signs it without further inspection, the fan quickly screams words of gratitude.

But your eyes linger.

You hate that documentary. It’s the proof of your biggest failure as a bodyguard. You heard it on the news first. The crazy set where Lauren Van Chance got her hand shot clean off and the actors had to flee via a helicopter. It was a closed set so you weren’t allowed to join Dieter, and the thought alone that something, anything, could’ve happened to him during filming made you sweat profusely.

Your throat closes up, lungs emptying with the reminders of the past. Luckily he returned safe and sound, never again would you accept him to be essentially locked in a hotel by himself, the pandemic be damned.

You feel it first. See it later.

Your skin is coated with unwarranted goosebumps, the small hairs dusted across your nape stands with attention. Years of working had made your senses grow sharp, noticing things before it even came to be. With your backs turned to the approaching threat, you forget your surroundings, forget to hold yourself back.

When you notice your fingers wrapping around a slim wrist, it’s too late. You kneel and throw the person coming from behind using the strength from your shoulder. A small funko pop of one of Dieter’s more popular characters flies out of their hand. It’s a young woman, maybe in her early 20’s. She shouts in pain and Dieter jumps back, only now realizing what happened. You’re horrified, bile rising to your throat as your eyes go wide. You don’t hear yourself, but you know you’re shouting an apology, feeling your lips form the words.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. Oh my god I’m so sorry.

You attempt to help the girl up but she yanks her hand back, looking at you with rightful fury. You look up to the crowd and it’s a cacophony of screams, laughter, booing– The sound comes to you muffled, echoed. You see countless smartphones, all of them directed at you, documenting your second-worst mistake of your career.

Turning back you see Dieter kneeling next to the fan. He’s speaking to her, his large hand spread across her back. She smiles, nods, and he helps her up. Two paramedics come, ushering her away from the crowd., Dieter waves her off, saying something to the paramedics. You’re so disoriented that your mind convinces your body that a threat as big as an explosion had happened, your skin crawling with imaginary shrapnel digging in to it.

Dieter’s face comes into view, your stomach churns with the remains of your too-early breakfast.

Every sound, every motion rushes back into you, like your soul being sucked back into your body. It’s an overwhelming feeling, you shake your head once, twice, then ask a question with the sole intention to convince yourself that you’re alright.

“Is she hurt?”

“She’s going to be fine,”

Dieter never touches you when you work, a rule you established well before knowing him ��this rule didn’t apply after hours though, you don’t remember how many times he bawled his eyes out and pulled you into a bear hug during one of his many rewatches of Coco– but right now his arm wraps securely around your waist, pulling you with him as cameras flash before your eyes, the sound deafening. Your eyes water at the light;, briefly you wonder how Dieter does it, then you’re reminded of his shitty eyesight and connect the dots.

The inside of the building is spacious and cool, you take a deep, shaky breath and stagger forward, balancing yourself by pressing your palms into your knees. An angry set of heels echoes in the building; you see Shannon’s ankles, noticing a small tattoo of a happy cat with a ball of yarn.

How ironic.

“What the fuck was that?” she asks frantically, a rhetorical question, you assume, since she continues. “Amina, what the hell were you thinking flipping a fan like that? She wasn’t even doing anything! The press is going to gobble this story up, it’s going to be everywhere–” she abruptly stops mid- sentence, your head spins, Dieter’s shoes come into view, Shannon’s heels disappear.

“Is she going to be sick?”

You flinch at the hand on your back, Dieter’s voice echoes. You hear something else as he speaks in hurried breaths. What the hell was that sound? You attempt to swat it away. Then you recognize.

Jingle Bells?

“Amina?”

You black out after that.

Needless to say, Dieter is freaking out.

You flatout fainted in front of them all, then woke up acting as if everything was just peachy-keen. He was glad you didn’t puke, but that didn’t ease his worries. The memory of you tossing that poor girl didn’t leave his head for the rest of the day. He was confused, his mind working hard unlike it ever did in order to unravel the mystery. He knew you had your reasons, maybe the girl was a secret agent out to get him or something. Mostly, he was worried about how the scene had stirred something in him. The way you looked so confused about your own actions, how your eyes seemed glazed as if they couldn’t piece together where they were… He’d never seen you so out of your element before.

The screaming crowd probably didn’t help.

Knowing that the internet would be brutal, he asked for your phone before the panel, and, surprisingly, you obliged. The rest of the day was event- free.

He still feels the phone in his pocket as he unlocks the door of the hotel room.

Upon seeing the mess of his late night endeavors with Eduardo and Isabel, a small groan leaves his throat. Couldn’t they have cleaned before leaving the room?

You don’t seem to care. With quick steps you reach the couch and sit. It’s facing the TV, and your hand reaches for the remote. He parts his lips to say something but your hand stills before he does, fingers slightly shaking as you pull yourself back.

“I’m sorry,” you say, your voice cracks and his heart beats in his throat. “I don’t know what happened,”

“Well…” he trails off, closing the door. “In your defense, Rose wasn’t supposed to be there. Technically, you were doing your job,”

“Rose?”

“The girl you flipped,”

“Oh god,”

He stands before you, facing the full force of your doubtful gaze. You cradle your cheeks with both hands, shaking your head, and let out a groan.

“Even so, she didn’t have a weapon, she wasn’t there to attack you. All I had to do was to usher her away,” you lean back, both hands now covering your face, letting out a deep sigh. “Fuuuuuuuuck,”

“Hey, it’s not that bad. Shannon is just being dramatic,”

“I saw her looking at her phone Dieter, I think she left early to cry in the shower,”

“Being my manager for so long must’ve taken a toll on her, you can’t blame her for that. I promise you, I did way stupider shit,”

“Doing stupid shit and downright assaulting someone are two different things,”

You’re right, and he knows you’re right. That doesn’t mean he’ll accept it though. He stares at you for a while, thinking what to say or to do to make you feel better.

His first instinct is to roll you a joint—weed makes everything better—but when he notices the subtle tick in your jaw, your lips slightly moving without parting, he understands that whatever you’re feeling, runs much deeper. You eye the remote again.

“Maybe I should just see what they’re saying?”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,”

“I’m going to find out about it eventually. I should just rip off the bandaid,”

Offering to roll you a joint doesn’t seem like that bad of an idea anymore.

“How about we smoke weed instead?” He assumes you’re going to say no when you open your mouth. He presses his forefinger against his own lips playfully, meeting your gaze and winking. “We can look at Twitter, check the news, watch youtube breakdown videos or whatever you want to do and see the damage tomorrow morning, sweetheart. Promise,”

“Fine fine, let’s go with what you want,” you give in, clearly exasperated. Dieter grins, but before he leaves you threateningly wave your finger at him. “But this is the only time, Bravo. Got it. No matter what, don’t offer it again,”

“Yes Ma’am,”

Dieter holds the joint between his index and middle fingers, where it looks miniature compared to the rest of his hand. He brings it to his lips, taking a deep inhale before handing it to you.

You move in slow motion— at least, to him it seems like you are. He watches intently at where his lips touched moments ago touching yours. A pleasant tingle blossoms from his tail bone to the small of his back. A delicate puff of smoke dances away from your lips, your head falling back, a long sigh follows your exhale. Dieter’s eyes follow the curve of your neck. You swallow, lips still parted. He mimics the movement, his own adam’s apple bobbing up and down, he thinks of your lips.

“Why did I fucking do that?” you mutter. “That was so stupid of me,”

“Stop thinking about it,” he takes the joint away from you. “I rolled this so you can relax. Don’t waste good weed on tripping,”

“Yeah, you’re right sorry,”

Dieter spreads his legs underneath the fuzzy blanket, and your head lolls towards him, forehead brushing his clothed shoulder. Again, a pleasant tingle spreads, this time warmth added to the feeling. The skin above his lower stomach feels tight. His thoughts the farthest from being pure, he imagines a nipple, your nipple, while sucking the end of the joint. His head fuzzy, a soft moan rattles in his throat. You’re muttering something, and that something comes to him muffled, then you laugh. He laughs too, context be damned. He takes another inhale before passing it back to you.

“It was kinda funny,” he suddenly says, his mouth barely reaching the speed of his thoughts. “The way you just threw her over your shoulder,”

“How is it funny?”

Something in your voice makes Dieter raise his hips, the delicate, barely there pressure of the blanket is equal to torture. He needs his hand, or better yet, your mouth. He bites his bottom lip and chases the feeling, lifting himself once more just to feel that feather-like grind against his cock. You’re unaware. Or maybe you are. Dieter can’t tell. He knows that he should behave, that deep down you’re hurting, but something about your obliviousness did something to him. His teeth sink further into his lip, he wants to draw blood, needs the distraction.

“I’ve never actually seen you get physical before, so the shock factor made me wanna laugh,” his words fade into a surprised grunt when you stuff the joint between his lips.

“I guess you really haven’t seen me like that before,”

You sound genuinely surprised. Dieter shifts to face you better, your face only an inch away from his, he sucks in a deep breath. His eyes dance around your face, taking in every little detail, memorizing it for later. Your eyes seem to have specks of gold in them. Or maybe he’s just imagining it. He hears you swallow, your own gaze dropping to his lips. Dieter shuffles closer. He hears your heavy, but fast, breathing. Your breasts touch his chest, a subtle movement that has him grinding his teeth.

He can taste you in the air, sweet and bitter, you’re so close–

The moment shatters with the sound of a shrill doorbell;, Dieter jumps, an immediate crease forming between his eyebrows.

“What kind of hotel room has a doorbell?”

“The expensive kind I guess,” you giggle.

Dieter smiles sweetly at you, he can’t help it. The doorbell rings again, prompting Dieter to stride to the door with long steps. Gripping the doorknob white-knuckled, he yanks it open.

He forgot.

He can’t believe he fucking forgot.

“Dieter!”

A pair of thick, loving arms, wrap themselves around his neck. An awkward smile tugs at Dieter’s lips as he hugs back, his hands twitching for an imaginary rail to hold on.

“Mom? Dad?”

“You forgot didn’t you,” his dad means for his words to form a question but he’s so sure of himself that it comes out as a statement. “Doesn’t darling Kate remind you of these things?”

“She does,” Dieter answers. His mother squishes his cheeks, making it difficult for him to speak. “I just forgot. Been busy,”

“Such a busy bee our darling boy! I would’ve never guessed,”

“Thanks for the confidence boost mom,”

“I mean I knew you would make it,” his mom defends herself. “I just never thought you would work so hard,”

“Again, thanks,”

“Uh…hello?”

You’re standing right behind him, arms crossed against your chest, you shift from one foot to the other. His mother looks you up and down, a wide smile appears on her face, wrinkles appear at the corner of her eyes, similar to his.

“Well, hello dear. Who might you be?”

Dieter nearly bursts out laughing when you stutter and hurriedly walk up to his parents with your hand stretched out, you nearly topple over. Dieter slightly moves forward, in case you did fall over.

“I’m Amina Addams. Lovely to meet you,”

When you reach out to greet his father, he seems excited, like a fan meeting a celebrity. Dieter raises an eyebrow. His father had the habit of being quite blunt, sometimes steering towards being mean, which made Dieter adapt into having a warning mechanism whenever his dad was about to say something stupid.

Right now the alarms are deafening in his ears, red flashing beneath his eyelids.

You shake his hand, and Dieter’s world falls into slow motion, his father parts his lips.

“You’re that girl who turned over a fan! The crazy bodyguard, right?”

For fucks sake dad.

author's note: I've been sitting on this for SUCH a long time and I'm so excited that it's finally out in the open! I love Christmas, romcoms and Dieter so this is essentially pouring out my adoration to all of those things and I hope you'll all fall in love with Amina & Dieter as hard as I have ❤️ Thank you everyone for reading!

[tvgals]

‘ GOOD GRIEF ! ‘

pavitr prabhakar x black! fem! reader

— the two times pav could’ve confessed to you and the one time he did .

Ⅰ.

the time you two were at the park . —

you and pavitr were walking down the street towards the park eating ice cream. “then hobie came out of nowhere! it was crazy!” your bestfriend says, waving his hands around for dramatics. “really? y’know, pav, sometimes i can’t help but want to see you in action.” you smile, biting the top of the cone to get access to the rest of the ice cream. “maybe one of these days, y/n.” pavitr grins, leaning into your frame. “hopefully.” you giggle.

while you two were making your way to the benches seated inside the park, pavitr couldn’t help but stare at you. you were so…majestic? is that the right word to use? or does that make you sound weird…like you were a horse or something…maybe he should just blurt out his feelings now then run away..before he could open his mouth, pavitr’s train of thought was interrupted when you snapped a few times in his face, a smile on your own. “hellloooooo? i asked you a question!” you laughed — a frazzled look on his face. “oh..yeah, yeah! i agree!” pavitr tried to cover up his embarrassment with fake sneezing. “you had to sneeze this whole time?” you ask, cocking a brow. “yep!”

Ⅱ.

the time you called him . —

pavitr looked down from brushing his teeth to his phone ringing ‘y/n 🌟’ it read. he immediately spit out the remaining toothpaste in his mouth and picked up the phone. “y/n!” pav answered, “pavi’!” you replied, a grin on your face. “what’s up?” pavitr asked, washing his face off.

“just wanted someone to talk to while i got ready for bed.” you shrugged, tying your bonnet in the back then pouring moisturizer onto your hand. “glad to be that someone. so what’s up? anything new happening in the oh so interesting life of y/n?” he asked, walking into his room and plopping onto his bed as he listens to your spiel of stories about people that pissed you off, or something funny that happened — and all pavitr does is stare at you with love.

after almost an hour of being on the phone already, the two of you agreed to fall asleep on the phone — you falling asleep first. once pav made sure you were asleep (by calling your name multiple times) he fell asleep himself. but not without a whisper of, “i love you.”

Ⅲ.

the time he confessed . —

you and pav were staying after school to finish homework together, although he claims he could’ve done it in “1.2 seconds” he decided to wait on you. “so..i carry the two..” you ask, looking up at pavitr with those beautiful eyes of yours. “no, no, no, you carry the six, the three stays there.” pavitr points to the numbers on the paper. you threw your head back in annoyance and groaned; “this is too hard! i don’t get it, pavi’!” pavitr looks at you and starts giggling uncontrollably, doubling over in laughter.

“why are you laughing?!” you ask, brows furrowed in confusion. pav takes a deep breathe and whispers out — “you’re so cute, i can’t help it!” and he starts his uncontrollable fit of laughter again, wiping tears from his eyes. “cute? you call me not being able to do math cute?” you ask accusingly, crossing your arms. “yeah,” pavitr started once again, “i just — i just love you so much!” pavitr said, his laughter dying down. you stare in shock. he loved you? seriously? “really?” you ask picking the hangnails off of your fingers.

“yes, really!” “oh. well, i love you too.”

[cesiali]

You Love Me To Hate You（Peter/Paul，Mentions of Gene/Paul & Ace/Paul)（part Ⅰ）

nc-13

My English is not very good and I haven't been to the US…so sorry for my grammar and translation issues.

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1994

In fact, Peter should have realized the intentionality behind this as early as when he got the call from Paul.

"Who is it?" Peter answered the phone.

"It's me, Paul." A voice he would never forget until the day he died made Peter almost just hang up the phone, "Please don't hang up. "

Great, Paul even guessed that he was planning to do just that.

"What do you want, Paul?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play with me, Paul! What are you calling for? To mock me for being broke or for being swept off my feet by my ex-wife, I offered you the option, take your pick. Or, fuck it if you want, you can mock both!"

"Why should I make fun of you? I didn't even know you were divorced."

"Of course, you don't know..." Peter took the receiver in a different hand, feeling unusually agitated, "You don't CARE!"

"Look, Peter," Paul actually skirted right around the subject, adjusting his tone as if nothing had happened, "there's no way I can talk to you about this over the phone, okay? Let's meet, I promise there's absolutely no sarcasm or teasing, and I'll come to your there and you give me the address."

Peter gulps as the hand clutching the receiver begins to sweat,"What makes you think I'd give you an address?"

"Because I will wait."

Damn it.

———

Peter arrived early at the place they had agreed upon, an Italian restaurant. But was slow to enter, hovering in the doorway, glancing down at his watch now and then.

At the appointed time, he hadn't seen Paul, not even a single figure that resembled him. Although they hadn't seen each other for a couple of years, after Paul's wedding to his actress wife, to which Peter and Debra had been invited, and yes, at that point in time, Debra was still his wife and he still retained the right to see his lovely daughter whenever he wanted... Peter vowed that if Paul mentioned anything relevant in today's conversation, he'll leave right away.

He just doesn't want to see the misfortune of self in the happiness of others.

"The little bastard's late..." Peter stomped his foot twice in annoyance and uttered a curse.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he heard a rush of footsteps, and Peter didn't need to look up to know the identity of his visitor. Peter eyes were down low, and he noticed that the other man was wearing a pair of white and purple Puma boardshorts.

"Sorry I'm late..." Paul's breathy tone sounded convincing.

"You do deserve to be sorry." Peter inwardly took pleasure, Sinful Pleasures, in the fleeting embarrassment in Paul's words.

When Peter realized that a grin was forming on his face, he knew that Paul had noticed it as well, and although the sunglasses were blocking the lead singer's eyes, the way he tensed his lips was enough to show that he was trying to suppress the discomfort he felt about it. If he could, Peter really wanted to laugh out loud, wondering if Paul wouldn't be able to resist yelling at him. However, the thought flashed briefly through Peter's mind and he quickly stop, not wanting to give away too much.

As the eyes of passersby around them began to gradually fall on the two of them, "I think we should go inside." Paul adjusted his sunglasses.

"I thought you loved attention."

"Not at a time like this."Paul clasps his arms to his chest.

He didn't retort, unexpectedly honest, for a master of disguise like Paul Stanley.

...

The waiter led them to their reserved seats, and the two of them took their seats one after the other.

"Are you going to take it off?" Peter said as he received a warm towel from the waiter.

Paul, who had also wiped his hands on a warm towel, froze for a moment, realizing with hindsight that Peter was referring to his sunglasses.

Paul froze for a moment, then obediently removed his sunglasses and gently folded them on the table. Revealing the part of him that Peter had known best from before, his eyes. Peter had heard a theory of biology that the eyes, the only five senses in a human being that don't change as they age. Peter backed up that statement 100%.

In fact, looking at Paul's face, it struck him that Paul was most likely wearing makeup, maybe just a little foundation or something, and there was no trace of eyeliner on his large, drooping eyes, except for a few wrinkles. There was none of the childishness Peter remembered, and he wasn't as shy as he used to be, but he still retained a vague sense of gender. Age had sharpened the line of his jaw, and his long, curly hair balanced it out nicely...even if only half of it was real.

"Is there something on my face?" Paul took a sip of water from his glass and pulled his hair behind his ear.

Peter shrugged and took a sip of water as well, "I heard a rumor that neither you nor Gene's hair is real."

Paul's hand still rested on the glass, and he nearly choked himself before he could swallow the sip he'd taken. "Do you have any insight into this?" He exhaled.

"No, it just popped into my head..." Peter's voice is fading. leaning back in his chair and shaking his head at the ground.

Paul didn't pay him attention any more, instead turning his attention to scrutinizing his own reflection in the mirrored image reflected by the metal knife and fork after the waiter had handed out the menus and set the cutlery. He ran his fingers through his wavy hair and turned his face sideways for a moment. For a moment, felt like he was back in the 70's, where any minute now, crying, screaming fans would be rushing towards him, but unfortunately they didn't have any bodyguards around to keep them in check. the 70's were as far away from KISS as a lifetime ago, and the glory and the honor had been washed away by time.

Like countless times in the past, Peter stared long enough that he began to wonder more and more why he was here. He picked up the menu in front of him, determined to distract himself. As it turned out, the menu was cluttered with new-school dishes he didn't recognize, much to Peter's annoyance. He simply closed the menu with a thud and decided to follow his experience.

"Let's start with the main course, a pasta, the Neapolitan kind, ya know? With red peppers and chopped parsley, oh... Yeah, and finally grate a bit Parmesan cheese on top, I like to smell the cheese. The rest of it...Paul, do you want to take care of the other parts of the order?"

The sudden call of his name made Paul's hands and feet flutter, his eyes flickering back and forth between the knife and fork and Peter's face, "Me? Uh... Actually I wasn't-"

"What the fuck does that mean?" Peter cut him off, his brow furrowing.

"I'm on a diet."

Paul hesitates, unsure if he wants to reveal more in front of outsiders.

"Bullshit."

"I really am!"

"It's an Italian restaurant, Paul, don't be rude." Peter rolled his eyes. Paolo hasn't changed a bit.

"I don't want to do this, Peter." Paul's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, then the corners of his mouth rapidly turned downward.

"Finish your meal, Paul, or I'm leaving now." Peter threatened sternly, his hands balled into fists.

If it had been Gene, he probably would have gone along with Paul's wishes and taken care of most of the food, then lost the argument with Paul during the dessert session and sent a drunken Paul home when it was over because his was in charge of the drinks portion. But that was the big difference between Gene and Peter, he would never pay for Paul's pathetic dream of being a lead singer, and since he offered to come out to dinner, he had to eat his share.

Paul turned his face away, he was clearly suppressing pent up anger.

It made Peter suddenly a bit regretful, a precursor to Paul building up his self-defense, and it was highly likely that he would skimp on self-expression for every minute of the next day, not volunteering a single word until Peter was so tormented he couldn't take it anymore and drowned the two of them in silence.

The good news is Paul wasn't quiet for long: "That's up to you. Except for one thing, no fried garlic in the pasta, I'm sticking to that."

"What kind of spaghetti aglio e olio (pasta with garlic and oil) is that without fried garlic?"

"Just remove the aglio (garlic) and keep the spaghetti e olio (pasta with oil), Peter."

For a while, neither continued to speak, just staring into each other's eyes.

"Fine, no damn fried garlic." Peter gritted his teeth and took the lead in compromising, picking up the menu to put him up and block them both from view.

Why on earth would he agree to see Paul? They spent the mid-80's throwing all sorts of shit at each other's heads through the media. The relationship went on for quite some time, no one remembering who started it and no one knowing how it ended. Into the 90's Paul invited Peter to his wedding out of the blue, agreeing to go although he was quite surprised.

It makes absolutely no sense, but that lack of sense is exactly the norm in their relationship.

By the time their food was served, Peter's stomach was already growling with hunger and he feasted on it without a care in the world. That is, until he noticed Paul sitting across from him, slowly rolling up a few pieces of pasta and popping them into his mouth with the tangled expression of an anorexic chick. But as soon as the flavors melted on his tongue, Paul's eyebrows in surprise and his eyes narrowed in an involuntary smile.

"Enjoying your food, Paulie?" asked Peter taking in everything that had just happened, he loved seeing Paul enjoying his food.

"Hmm, It's a bit more than I expected, actually it's really good." Paul lets the food slide down his throat and nods contentedly.

Did Peter just call him "Paulie"? He was pretty sure the last time Peter had called him that in years, the news was still reporting on Jimmy Carter's re-election defeat.

"You know what? You should just relax and allow some good things to happen in your life."

"I don't know, Peter. It's been so long that I can't tell the difference between a lot of things anymore." Paul's fork stopped. The food in his mouth suddenly became difficult to swallow.

Can't tell what? The good things in life? Come on, his wife gave him a son not too long ago, can't even his child fill his empty ego and be considered a good thing? Paul's ego-collapsing problem is non-trivial.

"For God's sake, Paul, you just had a baby boy, remember? That's worth being grateful for what you have."

"I do appreciate that, really."

Paul wanted to say something, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

"Don't tell me you're still hung up on that shit."

"What do you mean?"

"From the past to the present, you've always gone in both directions. " Peter flipped his wrists from side to side and take a sip of wine.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not Ace, I've never gone the other way."

"Keep talking, Paul, keep convincing yourself, even if you can't convince anyone. "A snort escaped Peter's lips.

Paul puts down his fork: "Don't talk like you know a lot about me, you don't know me at all-"

"I know you well enough! All those complaints and little secrets from your past." Peter picked up his glass again and this time drank it down in one gulp, moving so much that he missed a few drops on his baggy t-shirt, "We used to talk on the phone every night, remember? We'd go on and on and Lydia would argue with me about me draining the phone bill. It was all good then, until you got hooked on Ace......"

"That's enough, It's all in the past, Peter. I don't want to keep talking about this." Paul quickly interrupted Peter's reminiscing, seemingly truly determined to make a clean break with the past.

"I didn't start all of this, you did..." Peter was guilty of muttering as he glanced at Paul to make sure the lead singer wasn't too disturbed by the conversation he'd just had, and he raised his hand to summon the waiter to order another glass of wine.

With his second glass, Peter greedily chased the aroma of the brew and felt better.

"So, how come you're alone, I thought you and Gene were Siamese twins now?"

"He's got his own thing going on, and we're not always together." Paul didn't react to Peter's inappropriate analogy as if he was finally getting used to it.

Watching Paul pick his fork through his spaghetti like a three-year-old with less than a third of the portion left, Peter saw it as an improvement.

"Want one?" Peter pushed the bread basket leaning in front of him towards Paul's end, curious if he could get Paul to eat more.

"I don't think I should eat anymore." Paul burped at the right time.

That's not the kind of answer that would satisfy Peter.

"PAUL."

"Fine!" Paul impatiently picked up a baguette and pushed the bread basket back.

Peter immediately casts a wide smile and slackens his expression management.

Then the smile faded from his face as he witnessed Paul slowly placing the soup-covered baguette into his mouth.Paul's large eyes ghosted over to his own for a quick glance, just one glance, and quickly moved away. At the same time, he bit down into the bread, soaking up the soup so deliciously that it almost made him moan, and he closed his eyes to savor it. On the other end Peter was struck in the small of his back by a primal urge, his body's betrayal coming so suddenly that he had to awkwardly adjust his pants in his seat.

Did he do it on purpose? Or did Peter misunderstand the meaning.

This query would keep playing on the drummer's mind for the rest of the mealtime.

[readgi]

Okay, so I decided to share some fun facts about the first chapter of my "brother Gojo" fic Dying On My Knees (the title is too long so I shortened it) along with some of my thoughts while I was writing it, in case anyone is interested idk

Warning that this will contain minor spoilers for the chapter

Ⅰ. I read a lot of fanfics where they live in an apartment, but I always wonder if the fact that they have neighbors wouldn't be a nuisance (like "why do I never see any adults with these kids, just this weird teenager who only appears sporadically from time to time?") so I thought a house at least close to the jujutsu high area would be best and since I have a feeling Gojo would hate the traditional japanese style ones, he would opt for one that is at least renovated in a more modern style.

I would like to work more on Tsumiki and a side that is not so "goody two shoes" that I imagine she has, but I keep reminding myself that this is from Megumi's point of view, who puts her on a pedestal, and he is not a that much of a reliable narrator

Ⅱ. Tsumiki's real birthday was never mentioned, so I decided to make one up for her. Can you tell that the toy she wanted was a Furby? And those scary old ones on top of that, poor thing, she, Megumi AND Gojo will have nightmares about it later lol (what was going on in our (gen z) kid's heads at the time to think that thing was cute???). Also, I didn't mean to call anyone who played with a Tamagotchi old... not much anyway ;p

Ⅲ. I got the idea for the flip phone from this TikTok (in fact, basically all the things they post are incredible, please check it out)

Ⅳ. I thought about writing the two of them messing around in the kitchen trying to figure out how to make good cupcakes, but I myself am a denial and an absolute threat in the kitchen so I thought it would be better not to, since I imagine at least Tsumiki being a good cook. Also, Gojo acting even more like a brat to match Megumi's childish energy is one of my favorite things to write in this dynamic. Poor Tsumiki, acting like the one in charge...

(And while writing this all I could think about was the fact that this is his second birthday without Getou and even though they only spent one together (in the first year) it still must have been one of those days that should have been special but only turned out to be sad and an eternal "what if you were still here...")

Ⅴ. I had planned for them to just go to the bookstore, but then I remembered that Megumi is only 6 years old and probably still doesn't know how to read very well/is still learning, so I decided to send them to the playground first

While I feel like I should write more for Megumi's birthday, I also think this shorter, more direct description suits him well somehow. I don't know, I have mixed feelings about that part in particular.

I listened to this September loop while writing the scenes

[kzhxx]

Trends in ICT

Ⅰ. CONVERGENCE

is the synergy of technological advancements work on a similar goal or task.

smartphones combine numerous technologies which used to be available on separate devices: a computer, a watch, an alarm clock, a GPS, a newspaper, a credit card

smart watches that can be used as fitness trackers and music players.

smart TVs that can be used as computer monitors.

Ⅱ. SOCIAL MEDIA

is a website, application, or online channel that enables web users to create, co-create, discuss modify, and exchange user generated content.

Information and communication technology (ICT) is the use of technology to facilitate the creation, storage, processing, and exchange of information.

Here are six types of social media:

1. Social networks: These are platforms that allow users to connect with friends and family, share photos and videos, and keep up with current events. Examples include Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.

2. Media-sharing networks: These platforms allow users to share photos, videos, and other multimedia content. Examples include YouTube, Flickr, and Pinterest.

3. Blogging platforms: These platforms allow users to create and publish blogs, which are online journals or diaries. Examples include WordPress, Blogger, and Tumblr.

4. Microblogging platforms: These platforms allow users to post short messages, or "microblogs." Examples include Twitter and Weibo.

5. Social bookmarking sites: These platforms allow users to save and organize web pages and other online resources. Examples include Delicious, Digg, and StumbleUpon.

6. Social shopping sites: These platforms allow users to discover and purchase products from online retailers. Examples include Etsy, eBay, and Amazon.

There are 7 types of Mobile Technology

iOS are used in apple devices like iPhone and iPad.

•Blackberry OS are used in blackberry devices.

•Windows phone OS are closed source developed by Microsoft.

•Android an open source OS. Mobile phone companies use this OS for free.

•WebOS were originally used in smartphone, now in smart TVs.

•Windows Mobile were developed by Microsoft for smartphones and pocket PCs.

•Assistive Media are non-profited service to help people who have visual and reading impairments. A date base of audio recordings is used to read to the user

•Cloud Computing, instead of running an e-mail program on your computer, log into a web e-mail account like Yahoo!, Gmail, or Hotmail, there you can storage your account that doesn't exist on your computer but in the internet which is called the Computer cloud.

NAME: KEZIAH N. DABALOS

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[freedmfighter]

jet either texts back immediately or leaves you on read only to show up at your house

[astra11]

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

Text Meme | Selectively Accepting

[ SMS TO: Bae 💩  ] How is it that someone like you could be so perfect in any way I can imagine ? You’re asleep in the other room and I just can’t believe how wonderful you have been to me, how you’ve stood by me and never left my side, even though were were kept apart for so long. You mean so much to me and I just don’t know how I would have gotten through all of this without your help. You’re the best bae someone could ask for. 

[MESSAGE SAVED TO MEMOS] 

[spiceds]

i  wanna  write  w  new  people  but  my  muse  for  creating  starters  is  low  so  imma  just  be  completely  unoriginal  and  say  like  this  for  a  lyric  starter.  i’ll  come  to  you  for  muse  !

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🍻 tags —

ⅸ.  relationship.  ft. name.  —

ⅰ. ft. imogene.

[astrocrew]

Radagast tag drop.

[uhhhitsgray]

Pretty Boy Chapter Ⅰ

You've been best friends with Jean Kirstein for years now. With the recent shift of the friendship dynamic, you're both excited and nervous to see where it takes both of you.

~ Smut - Jean x fem!reader, modern setting time skip, Jean and reader are mid 20's.

↳ Table of Contents ↳ Chapter Ⅱ: Of Course ↳ Chapter Ⅲ: He's Good

Chapter Ⅰ: More Than Friends

“Okay, I’ll be there to pick you up in an hour, okay?” Jean says through the phone. 

You smile through the phone, “Okay, sounds good. Should I wear something specific? You never did tell me what the attire was for this work function of yours.” 

“It’s just casual, nothing too fancy. I’m wearing nice jeans, a button up and some nice leather dress shoes if that can give you any idea of what to wear.” Jean smiles through the phone. Up until recently you two have just been friends, and nothing more. But recently there has been a shift between you two's relationship, small flirtatious comments that never used to happen but both are too scared to bring it up in case the feelings aren’t mutual. 

“Okay, cool I’ve got a few things in mind.” 

“Awesome, I figured you would. I’ll see you in a bit.”

You smile to yourself as you end the phone call. Jean was always someone that you thought was wildly attractive. Somehow he was able to rock that shaggy mullet, with the sides shaved down right before his ears. Which you’d easily admit you didn’t find attractive on anyone else, but something about Jean changed your mind. He was tall, and you assumed toned. Though you’ve never seen him without a shirt, you were sure that you would like what you’d see under his clothing - if you ever got the chance of course. 

You shook your head at the thoughts of him rolling through your head.

‘What the hell am I thinking? I doubt he feels the same.’

But you’ve seen how Jean's eyes looked you over on a few occasions. Just the sight of him looking you over made your cheeks warm and knees weak. You wouldn’t mind taking things to another level with him if the opportunity ever presented itself to you. 

You smile to yourself, grabbing a cute sun dress out of your closet. “Everyone likes sun dress, right?” 

There’s a knock at your door, you smile as you lean off of your counter and walk over to it. Opening the door stands Jean wearing a nice pair of dark blue jeans that hug his legs with a nice, dark green button up. Green was easily your favorite color on him. 

You smile at him, “You look nice,” cheeks turning red at the compliment, “Ready to go?” You ask before Jean even gets a chance to say anything. 

He smiles at you thinking, ‘Compliment her you dumbass, she looks great.’ He breaks eye contact with you looking towards the floor and back to your eyes, “Who knew you could clean up this nice.” He laughs, not exactly what he wanted to say, but was too scared to share his real thoughts. 

“Hey!” you throw a joking punch to his chest, “I can look good when I really want to!” You wanted to leave your hand on his chest, just the thought of touching it was turning your cheeks red. You quickly moved your hand off of him, “Let’s go shit head.” You smiled at him as you shut your apartment door. 

As you make your way to Jeans car you feel his hand move to the lower part of your back. His hand sat there nicely, not rushing you just as a guide for you as you two made your way to his car. Your heart is starting to pick up pace, your cheeks are feeling warmer. 

As you start to reach down for the door handle, Jean's hand reaches it first. “I got it.” He smiles at you, as you move your hand back down to your side. “Oh how nice of you!” You smile back to him as you lower yourself into his passenger seat. 

Jean continues his smile at you as you lower yourself into his car and catches himself looking at your legs. He loved your long legs and they were looking extra beautiful with your sun dress riding up your thighs just a bit as you sit down in his passenger seat. After he shuts your door he sighs to himself as he walked around the back of his car to get into the driver's seat. 

‘Is she having the same thoughts as me?’ 

The drive to the work function was more quiet than how it normally is between you two. Almost awkward, but your mind is still racing with how he held his hand on your back. You keep telling yourself that you’re overthinking it, and it means nothing.. But maybe it did mean something? 

Jean was never one to have that type of physical contact with you over the years of you guys being friends.  

You look down at your dress, and over to Jean. You wondered if he knew how good he looked to you. He was leaning his elbow on the center console, resting his knuckles into his chin looking towards the road as he navigated through the busy city streets. You smile, and look back forward to the road. 

Jean clears his throat, “But in all reality, you do look beautiful today.” Giving you a quick glance then moving his attention back to the road, his right hand moves down to your thigh as he molds his fingers around it. 

You look down to where his hand is, eyes widening and almost choking on air. You move your eyes forward to the road again, “You think so? Told you I can look good when I want to.” You smile, rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. Heart racing as Jean tightens his grip on your thigh. 

'Holy shit, holy shit.' 

“I wouldn’t lie to you, would I?” Jean looks at you and smiles quickly before turning his attention back to the road. 

Your heart continues to race as Jean leaves his hand placed on your thigh for the rest of the drive. It felt like an eternity to get to this work function he so kindly invited you to, but you didn't mind. You loved how his hand fit perfectly around your thigh, how the veins in his hands became more prominent the longer he gripped you. You didn't want to admit to yourself, but the prolonged contact between you too was turning you on a bit and you'd be lying if you said you weren't getting wet because of it. 

"Alright, we're here." Jean says as he moves his hand off of your thigh, looking at you smiling. You wanted to kiss him, he looked beautiful - the sun glowing on his skin lighting up his caramel brown eyes as his bangs from his messy mullet fell down around the sides of his face. 

You smile back at him, unsure what to say - unsure what to do. Before you can think or do anything he's getting out of his car, and opening your door for you again. Smiling down at you as Jean extends his hand for you to grab onto as he helps you out of his car. You smile back and take his hand pulling yourself out of his car.

"Thank you." You smile at him looking directly into his eyes. "Yeah, no problem." Jean says as he directs you out of his car and shutting the door behind you. Jean let's go of your hand, straightening out his shirt and making sure it's tucked in. 

"You ready?" Jean asks as his hand moves back to your lower back where it was as you two were leaving your place. Your heart skips a beat, "Yeah of course, are you?" You turn towards him, "Oh wait!" You move your hand up to the collar of his shirt as it's flipped up on the one side. You swipe your fingers on the inside of his collar to straighten it up, his skin is soft and warm to the touch. You drag your fingers from the collar to the first button of his shirt, Jean's eyes keeping close watch of you as you're eyeing his skin. 

"You should undo this top button I think, you look super formal with it fully buttoned." You break your stare away from his neck, locking a stare with him for what feels like hours. Jean smiles and lets out a little laugh, "Yeah whatever you think will look best." Still staring into your eyes. Your knees are weak, so weak at his eye contact. 

Fuck. 

Your cheeks and tips of your ears are warm, you force yourself to look away still smiling. You undo the top button from his shirt, exposing the tips of his collar bones that meet the middle of his chest. As you undo the bottom your gaze goes back to Jean's eyes, still intently staring back at you. 

'Fuck, imma do it.' 

You pull at the top of his shirt, pulling his chest closer to you. He smells good. He always smelled good but better than you remember. You move your face towards him, Jean shows no reaction of him wanting you to stop. You look to his lips, and meet your lips to his. 

It was quick - a peck on the lips even. As you pull away with a slight smile on your lips, Jean is looking at you, no emotions on his face. You're confused, you thought the hand on your back and thigh was enough of a hint that he could have felt the same way.. Maybe not.. 

"Shit. Im.. uh.. yeah, I'm sorry Jean." You feel your eyes start pinning with tears, looking down, rotating your heel left and right nervously. 

Jean doesn't say anything, hand moving to the bottom of your back applying slight pressure asking you to walk forward without saying anything. You walk forward, moving away from his grip but before you can fully get out of his reach Jean's fingers dig into your side pulling you back to his side. 

You look at him confused, eyes slightly watering. Jean gives you his sweet smile that you've grown so fond of. 

Jean stops walking, turning you around and pulling you close to him. "Hey, it's fine. I just wasn't expecting that is all." He brings his hand up under your eye and wiping his thumb against your eye cleaning up some of the tears that have spilled over. "Please don't think that I don't want you, or dont want this." He looks into your eyes telling you it's okay. 

A sigh of relief washes over you. "Jean, are you sure? I don't wanna force anything on you." Looking at the ground beneath you, avoiding his eye contact that he was more than likely giving you.  

"Would I lie to you?" He says for the second time today, smiling at you. He leans in and kisses your forehead.

The work function went well after what you thought was you overstepping and ruining a friendship. There were flirtatious glances between the two of you, and a few times you caught Jean looking you over out of the corner of your eye. 

You started making some small talk with some of Jean's co-workers. One of his associates came up to you and introduced herself as Sasha, she was nice and bubbly. Conversation flowed easy with her so you stayed by her side and chatted as long as she would entertain you. 

“Are you here with someone? I totally forgot to ask! Just talking about myself!” She laughs to you. 

“Yeah, I’m here with Jean actually. He invited me to come with him.”

Sasha smiled, "Jean's really nice. I had a hard time getting adjusted to this job and a lot of the people here gave me the cold shoulder but Jean was nice to me from day one. Showed me all the ropes, and still shows me the ropes here and there." She giggled, and looked at you. "Jean's talked about you before. You guys have been friends for a while now right?" 

'Ah, so he does in fact talk about you to others when you're not around. Cute.' 

Smiling at Sasha, "Yup. Jean and I have been friends for almost 6 years now actually! He's really great. Glad he took you under his wing when you first got there, sounds like something he’d do." 

Sasha bumps her elbow into your arm, and when you look over she’s motioning you to move closer as if she has a secret to share with you. You entertain her idea, and lean in towards her. She cups her hand around her mouth and whispers into your ear, "I think Jean may have a thing for you." She moves away, eyes glistening. "Every time he talks about you his eyes light up, and he just genuinely looks so happy. But can you blame him? You're stunning!" 

You smile at her, blushing at the regards she made to your looks. “I don’t know.. We’ve been friends for so long that it almost feels weird if it turned into something else.” Partially a lie. 

“Maybe, but you two would be cute together. Plus! Best friends turning into lovers is like what everyone wants!” She giggles at you. 

You start scanning the crowd of people looking for that shaggy mullet. Ah - there he is. Speaking with another man but seems to be paying no mind to their conversation right now, he's looking you dead in the eye then up and down your body, smiling, and back to his co-worker. 

It feels like he's undressing you with his eyes, and it's such a turn on to you. Your cheeks get red and you look back to Sasha. She elbows your arm again, "See I told you so!" She was right though, there was no denying that you two had something.

You say your goodbyes to Sasha as she leaves and you make your way back to Jean. He's speaking with another co-worker as you walk up to him, you offer the man a warm smile as you're standing close enough to Jean that his shirt sleeve is slightly rubbing your arm. Without missing a beat to their conversation Jean brings his arm around your waste, fingers gripping the sides of your hip. 

You look down to admire the hand that's wrapped around you. His long fingers fit right around your hip almost as beautifully as they fit around your thigh. You smile as your mind wonders about where those hands could end up. 

Your thoughts are paused as you hear Jean tell his coworker goodbye, and that you two were heading out. 

"Ready to go?" Jean asks as his fingers loosen and tighten their grip around your hip again. 

"Yeah, if you are!" You smile at him, eyes wondering down to his lips that you wanted to kiss so badly again. 

"I see you made friends with Sasha, she tell you all my work stories?" He laughs to himself as he urges you to walk forward with him. 

"Oh yeah, she says she thinks you have a thing for me." You're walking backwards with an eyebrow raised towards him smiling. You wouldn't normally be so blunt but with the things that happened on the way here you think poking him with this would be fine. 

He smiles back to you, rubbing his fingers on the sides of his temples laughing. "Is that right now?" He gives you a devilish smirk that instantly makes your heart start racing again.

The car ride back to your apartment is back to normal, you two chatting about the people you spoke with, listening to music and having a good time as usual. 

In the silence you can’t help but let your eyes wander over Jean’s figure. His legs look too good in those jeans, and even better when he’s sitting down. Shirt sleeves now rolled up exposing his muscular forearms. 

He turns the music up a bit more as one of his favorite songs came on, humming along. While the music is loud, and his focus is completely on the road you move your hand over to his mid thigh, his muscles tensing at the touch. No change in his expression so you take a further risk by trailing your fingers up his thighs closer to his crotch, landing your hand a little above where you just were slightly squeezing his muscle. 

His muscle still tense, even more so than a few seconds ago. You start rubbing your hand up and down his mid thigh, not too high though! Jean shakes his head with a smirk on his face. He looks at you, and grabs your hand, keeping it still on his thigh intertwining his fingers with you. 

He squeezes your hand, "What do you think you're doing, huh?" His smirk still splayed across his lips. 

"Oh, nothing I suppose." You smile, unlocking your fingers and moving your hand back to your own thighs. 

Jean pulls into a parking spot in your apartment complex, and puts the car in park. "You wanna come in for a bit?" Your voice comes out shaky, you feel nervous - like a small knot is being tied in your stomach.

"Yeah of course." Jean smiles at you. 

You're standing in front of your apartment door trying to find your keys in your bag as Jean stands behind you. He takes a step closer to you, moving your hair off the back of your neck and carefully dragging it to the other side. You pause in your search for the keys as he moves closer to your neck, you can feel him breathing on your skin sending goose bumps throughout your whole body. 

Lips brushing against your neck, "Did you wear this sun dress for me?" He lands a light kiss on your neck. 

"No. I uh..” Stumbling over his words, you continued, “Yeah, I actually did. Do you like it?” You start searching your bag again for your keys.  

You can feel his lips smile across your skin as he likes the answer you gave him, kissing your neck again. "You knew you were irresistible wearing this in front of me, you knew I wanted you." Placing more kisses across your skin. He more than liked it on you, it hugged all the right areas of your body making it hard for him to keep his eyes off you today. 

Your mind is racing, your whole body is starting to feel warm. You're getting wet. Fuck. 

After you finally get the apartment door unlocked you walk in, tossing your keys on the table next to the door and taking your heels off. You turn around to find Jean almost looking down on you as the height difference is so much greater when you don't have your heels on. You smile at him, your mind still racing about the events that just happened. 

You need some water, yeah water will help clear your mind. You turn back around and make your way into your kitchen. “You want anything to drink?” You ask as you make your way to the kitchen.

“No, I’m good. Thanks though.” His response falls on deaf ears, you weren't normally this shy, and bold all at the same time for a man. You wanted to tease him, you wanted him to want you. But now that was a possible chance of something happening with him, you felt that knot in your stomach getting bigger. 

You fill your cup with water, turning back around and leaning your back against the counter top. As you take a drink of your water, and you see Jean making his way to you. He stands next to you looking out the kitchen window smiling to himself, then looking back at you. 

Jean looks down to your cup, extending his hand and grabbing it with his thumb and middle finger pulling slightly, asking you to let go placing the cup down on the island behind him. 

Turning back to you he puts his hands on your waist and lifts you up to sit you on the counter in front of him. You hiss through your teeth as the cold counter top touches your warm thighs and ass. Your eyes trail up Jean's body, meeting his stare. 

He moves in between your legs with his waist, your thighs hugging his sides. His hands start trailing up your thighs landing on the fatty part where your ass and hip meet. 

He smiles at you, "I know you’ve been staring at me all day." 

“As if you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off of me!” You jokingly punch his shoulder. You wonder if you should add this next part, but it slips between your lips anyways, “But can you blame me?”

He throws your question back at you with a devilish smile, “But can you blame me?” You smile back at him. 

Jean thumbs across your bottom lip, “You’re so beautiful.” 

Your fingertips run up his arms, making their way over to the buttons on his shirt. Undoing another button on his shirt exposing more of his prominent collar bones. Your fingers instinctively start tracing over his collar bones, looking him in the eyes and not breaking contact as your fingers trail back and forth over them. 

He squeezes your hip again, as a small groan comes out of his lips. He’s waiting for you to make the first move, and you know it but want to keep teasing him instead. 

You move your eyes to his lips, hands moving off his collar bones and start running your fingers through the back of his hair. You scoot yourself closer to him on the counter, your upper thighs are now hugging his sides, you smile at him cheeks turning slightly red. 

You’re so close to him, noses almost touching - chests almost touching. To your surprise, Jean pulls you even closer by your hips, his hands grab your ass under your dress. 

"You're such a tease, sweetheart." Jean groans out, reaching one of his hands up to your neck squeezing his fingers around the side. His other hand making its way to the bottom of your back pulling you even closer to him. 

You let out a small whimper as he pulls you close, noses touching as you both keep eye contact. Jean gives you that devilish grin again and pulls you in for a kiss. His soft lips meeting yours brings a whole new level of warmth filling your body. You smile against his kiss, pulling his hair slightly. 

Jean pulls away from the kiss, letting go of your neck and moving that hand to rest on your check. "Are you still okay with this?" His eyes flicked between yours, looking for an answer. 

You move your hands around the back of his neck, intertwining your fingers together giving him a smile. "Of course I am. I wouldn't have done half the stuff today if I didn't want this to go anywhere, Jean. Are you okay with this? We haven't exactly talked about it." Your voice trails off thinking if you need to add anything else to your sentence. 

Jean rubs his thumb across your cheek, smiling at you. "I know, it just kind of happened all of the sudden. I've always thought you were beautiful, but I don't know, everything just kind of happened today. Not that you’ll find me complaining, I could get used to this." 

You let out a small laugh, kissing his cheek, “Is that right now?” You pause for a second, “I think I could get used to it too.” Your running your fingers through his hair, smiling, "Since you already said it I gueeesssss I'll say it too," you poke his shoulder giggling, "I've thought you were attractive for awhile honestly." You look down, smiling - cheeks blushing like a little kid.

"You wanna know something else about you that makes me wildly, and weirdly attracted to you?" You raise an eyebrow to him as you ask the question. 

Jean raising the eyebrow back, taking a half step back from you, "Well when you put it that way, do I really want to know?" He giggles. 

You answer your question anyways, "I love you with your mullet, but anyone else? Absolutely not." You run your hand through the side of his hair. 

He smiles relieved, "Oh, okay so you're saying I can never change my hair, otherwise I'm ugly?" He smirks at you. 

You push his chest, "That's not what I said at all! Asshole." You return the smirk. 

The rest of the evening was normal between the two of you. Jean stayed over for dinner as you two watched a movie together. It was nice. You couldn’t help but just keep a small smile on your face for the rest of the night at the thought of what could be with Jean.

It’s been a few days since you’ve last seen or spoken to Jean, though you knew during the work week it wasn’t unheard of for Jean to get pulled into his work but part of you wanted to text him and see what he was up to, to see how he was doing. Would he be okay with that? Though you wouldn’t have put it past you to do that type of thing even on just a friendship level, it just seems a bit awkward after the other day. Though everything went smoothly the other day, the lack of communication has been bothering you. 

“He’s probably just busy at work.” You say to yourself looking at your phone. You click on Jean’s name in your phone and decide to just message him anyways. 

You: Hey, just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing this week. Haven’t talked much since Sunday and just wanted to make sure everything was good with you :) 

You click send, and within a few seconds you see the three bubbles dancing on the bottom of the screen. 

Jean: Hey!:) sorry for dropping off the face of the earth since sunday, specially after our talk, everything has been fine, just busy as usual with work. Ugh /:. Is everything ok with you?

You smile at your phone, and let out a small sigh of relief. 

You: Yeah i know you get busy, just a bit more worried than usual since we had that talk and you dropped off.. Was hoping my weird attraction to your mullet didn’t scare you away lol.

You: But yeah I’m fine, just missing you a bit is all.

You wonder if you should send the last message, but you left it in and sent it anyway - fuck it. You guys both made it clear that there was something more there. After a few minutes your phone rings and it’s Jean. You pick it up after a few rings. 

“Hey, what’s up?” you smile into the phone, almost excited to hear his voice again. 

“Hey beautiful,” you can hear Jean smiling through the phone as he says that, and in return it makes you blush, “Just a quick question. What are you doing this evening?” 

Your finger is curling through a strand of hair thinking, “Um, I don’t think anything other than finishing up a few things at work. How come?” 

“It’s a little last minute so I apologized, but it was just brought up to me. But Sasha was wondering if we wanted to go on a double date with her and her friend Connie this evening, yes I know she called it a double date even though they’re just friends” He laughs, continuing, “If not that’s fine, I know I just kind of sprung it on you, but that’s almost anything with Sasha.” He laughs again, you can hear him shuffling through some paperwork. 

“Yeah, I’d love to do that honestly. If Connie is anything like Sasha I’m sure we’ll get along honestly. What should I wear, where are we going?” 

Jean proceeds to give you the details of the outing and the dress attire, you smiling looking at your closet you have the perfect thing to wear. You have a small teasing urge to tell Jean about what you have to wear, so you make sure you say something before the call ends. 

You giggle, “So Jean, I think I already know what I’m going to wear.” 

“Oh, yeah? Is that so?” Jean would be lying if he said his mind didn’t start to wander with all the things that you could wear.

“Mhm, I think you’ll really like it honestly. It’ll hug all the right curves for you.” You smirk to yourself. 

You hear Jean let out a small laugh, and clears his throat. “Well,” He pauses thinking of his next words as he’s still in the office, “I look forward to this evening then. I’ll be there to get you at 5.” You can hear the smile in his tone.

You’re giving yourself one last look over in the mirror before Jean shows up. You decided to wear a black skirt that is about mid thigh length with a small slit on the left side of your leg, and a long sleeved crop top that shows the smallest amount of stomach. Your hair is down in beachy curls with a pair of mid- calf length heeled boots, and an appropriate amount of jewelry to tie everything together. 

You hear a knock at the door, as soon as you open the door you can tell that with even the smallest amount of time to see your outfit Jean likes it. A smile splays across his face, “Well you weren’t wrong about the outfit.” He shakes his head smiling, he has to take his eyes off of you for a bit as you’re too distracting already. 

You smile at him, putting your hand on his shoulder and kissing his cheek. “You look good yourself I must say.” You whisper into his ear, lips brushing against his cheek as you move away. 

Jean would be lying if he said just that interaction alone made his skin tingle at your touch. As you move away Jean is just staring down the hallway in your apartment, too stunned by the feeling in his body to move or speak. 

You giggle as you pull away from him, “You okay? Can’t be that crazy for me just yet!” 

Jean’s eyes move to yours, “Would it be a bad thing if I am?” He rubs his hand across the back of his neck, cheeks red with slight embarrassment. 

You grab his hand, “No, not at all. I’m a little crazy for you too.” Giggling again, cheeks warm with him admitting that to you. “You ready to go though? Don’t wanna be late!”  

Jean lets out a small groan as you walk past him and he eyes your outfit for the second time, “Yeah I’m ready to go.” He looks down smiling. God, you drove him crazy.

You’re about 5 minutes early from the time that Sasha provided Jean, but you guys got a table and waited for your friends to show up. 

The waiter gave you a booth, and you slid in first with Jean to your left. Jean advises the waiter that you’re waiting for two more people and you two will wait to order anything until they show up. The waiter hands you and Jean menus and said they would come back for drinks once the other two party members show up. 

Leaving the menu on the table you start scanning through the food options, “Have you been here before?” asking Jean while flipping the menu over. 

“I have not actually, but the menu looks good so I’m excited to try it out.” Jean smiles at you, moving his hand over to your thigh placing his fingers around your skin. Your body stiffens at the contact and you hear Jean give a small laugh. 

“What, did you already forget what my touch felt like?” His hand squeezes your thigh, and slightly trailing upwards.

You turn your head towards him, making eye contact, “Just didn’t see you as someone who would give this kind of physical touch in public.” You smile at him. 

Jean leans in whispering into your ear, still trailing his hands up higher on your thigh, “Well when you look this beautiful,” he comes in even closer to your ear, making sure it’s only something you two would hear, “and fuckable, how am I to keep my hands completely to myself?”

Oh 

Hearing those words come out of Jean’s mouth made your body more stiff than it already was. It made you wet just thinking about what he could do to you. You smile looking forward, starting to squirming a bit in your seat.

He lets out a small laugh, still leaned in and squeezes your thigh again inches away from your panties, “Am I making you wet already sweetheart?” 

He leans away, moving his hand off of your thigh and before you could answer him you hear Sasha yelling “Hey guys!” as her and Connie walk over to the table. You wave and introduce yourself to Connie as Sasha slides into the booth first. 

As conversation flows between the four of you, you can’t help but let your mind wonder about Jean. You were shocked to see a side of him like that, he was always so sweet and seeing a dominant type man in front of you made you weak. Your mind was wondering on how he would be if you two had sex, would he be more dominant? You’d assume so, with how bold he was being in public. 

“Hey, you okay?” Sash asks you. After being brought to reality you realized you were squirming again, Jean smiles at you knowing the truth to your movements. 

You look to Sasha, “Yeah, I just need to go to the bathroom. ‘Scuse me Jean.” You slide across the booth as Jean stands to let you out. “Be back in a sec!” You turn around and make your way to the bathroom. 

As you're in the stall calming yourself down, your phone vibrates in your hand. You look at who texted you, out of no surprise it’s from Jean. 

Jean: Sorry to have gotten you so worked up, lol. I didn’t think i was being that bad

You: Of course you didn’t, lol. You know what you’re doing lol

Jean: Yeah i do, but i know you like it lol

Jean: Now be a good girl for me, and come back out here to enjoy dinner. If you’re good for the rest of the night i’ll make it worth it. Promise. 

Good girl… that alone makes your knees weak. Holy shit. You shake your head to yourself, smiling wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into.

The rest of dinner was enjoyable. You do find your mind still coming back to the “good girl” text, the thought of his voice saying that to you is driving you crazy but you try to not squirm in your seat. Wanting desperately to please him, wanting to find out what could be in store for you after dinner. 

You lean back in the booth seat just taking in the sight of your three friends having playful banter together, acting as if they’ve known each other for years. 

Sasha leaves that conversation between Jean and Connie and asks how you have been, how your job has been. You smile at her and let that easy conversation flow with Sasha. 

At the end of the evening you exchanged numbers with Sasha, her wanting to have a girls day out sometime with you. Which wasn’t something you normally did, but thought it could be fun with Sasha. 

You wave Sasha and Connie goodbye and head back to Jean’s car. Once both of you are in the car, Jean looks at you with a small amount of concern in his eyes. 

“I wasn’t being too much for you in there right? I did get a little carried away but I hope I didn’t make you feel awkward or that I was too pushy.” 

You smile at him, running your thumb across his cheek, “Jean. Trust me, I would tell you if I wanted you to stop. You’re fine, I promise.” You give him a small kiss on the lips. 

After pulling away from the kiss you raise an eyebrow to him, “Though I will say I didn’t see you as this type of person, I like it.” 

He smiles back, cheeks turning a little red. “It’s just my thing, ya know? Gotta keep you on your toes!” He laughs.

You smile back, “Kind of like it though.” You look down, twiddling your thumbs. 

“Yeah?” Jean is smiling, leaning over the center console of his car grabbing your chin turning your gaze to him. 

“I’ll treat you right.” He kisses you while holding your chin, a small moan coming from your mouth. He was already making your knees weak just from speaking to you, you were almost scared of how you’ll handle anything else.

He pulls away from the kiss, locking his eyes to your lips thumbing across your bottom lip. “Something about you drives me crazy already, ya know?” Pushing his thumb into your lip slightly looking away from you, “Fuck.” 

There you were again, body absolutely stiff at his actions.. At his words. Fuck. Your heart is beating a hundred miles a minute and you yet again find yourself squirming in his seat but he doesn’t say anything. 

Starting his car, and driving out of the parking lot Jean asks, “Wanna come over to my place instead of yours this evening?” 

“Yeah sure, it's been awhile since I’ve been over. I’d like that.” Jean smiles, reaching his hand over and intertwining his fingers with yours.

A/N: First fanfic I've ever wrote, so hopefully it's not too bad! I'll be uploading more of the story here :) Chapter is a bit longer, not super exciting, but they'll get better - I promise! Thanks for reading - hope you enjoyed it, I appreciate it :)