#I ran into what I called the 'guy in a t shirt and jeans' problem

[tj-crochets]

Hey! This might be a weird ask, but do you know anywhere that has Cambrian sewing patterns? I’ve been trying to track down a wiwaxia or anomalocaris, but no joy. Thanks in advance!

Hey! Not a weird ask at all, and I swear I've seen one for an anomalocaris before but I can't remember where?? I'll take a look and see what I can find, and hopefully someone will see this that has a link to a pattern Edit: So good news bad news, I did find the anomalocaris plush I was thinking of, but the designer has not shared the pattern. Good news is it looks really simple to design a pattern for a simplified version of it? I'd just need to handstitch on the curved front...not legs and use the same technique I use to make spider legs without having to sew each leg individually (topstitching, but maybe also pleating) Can you reblog this with some reference photos of anomalocaris? anomalocarises? I do not know enough about them to be able to distinguish which ones are good references

[tojisblade]

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༉‧₊˚. synopsis: one moment, you were doing something as basic as taking out the trash (like, literally), the next moment you were getting fucked by a wanted felon who pretty much broke into your place in hopes you‘d harbor him for a few minutes until the coast was clear. who knew the thrill of crime was so exhilarating you needed a quick one-night-stand to come back to your senses? or did you lose your mind entirely and just didn‘t notice in the process of being fucked into tomorrow?

༉‧₊˚. warnings: you literally fuck murderer!toji, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, he calls you princess (like, a lot of times), toji talks A LOT like dude shut up lmao

༉‧₊˚. this was entirely inspired by a scene in the rookie where lucy made up a cover story for how juicy and dim met, it's basically that but with toji

He was in so much fucking trouble. 

Never did he even think the cops were onto him, God, the fucking cops in plain clothes as they were in the same club he was as he was smuggling the poison into some guy’s drink. Now they were running after him, trying to catch him. 

Toji quickly ran into a massive apartment complex as he tried to flee the scene. Looking around to see if there was anyone or any place he could hide, as he still ran. 

It was like fate when you opened the door, purely in coincidence. You were getting out to take out your trash as you saw him running frantically. “Hey, are you oka–“, you started out asking, but got interrupted. 

“Listen to me. The cops are after me and I need a hideout. Can I stay in for a moment until they leave?”, he said, frantically. 

“W-what?”, you stuttered, completely caught off-guard. 

“Fuck, just shut up”, he groaned before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside of your apartment. 

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”, you exclaimed, still not completely aware of what is going on. You had dropped the bag in shock as he pulled you in. 

“Shut. Up!”, he hissed, looking out of the window, just to see the two cops who were after him walking around the apartment complex with their guns drawn. “Shit.”

He looked around, trying to figure out what he could possibly do with his situation before he finally faced you. “Okay, listen. My name is Fushiguro Toji, and I am being chased by the cops out there. I know, I’m just a stranger, but trust me, I am not going to hurt you, despite how this all seem like, considering the cops are after me.”

“Uh… yeah, duh”, you scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

“Roll those eyes at me again and I’ll reconsider”, he immediately continued. “Do not fucking interrupt me, princess.”

“Fine, talk. You just broke into my apartment, so I do deserve some explanation. Start talking, or I’ll kick you out for the cops to find you.”

“And I apologize for the break-in. I swear I don’t plan on hurting you because that is just unnecessary evil, even for me. I just need a couple of minutes here in hideout so that I can run in peace. Is that okay?”, Toji asked. You were so convinced you had lost your damn mind when you nodded and agreed that he could stay over for a couple of minutes. 

“If the cops knock, I am not here”, Toji emphasized again, making sure you got it. 

As if on cue, there was a loud knock, startling you. You stayed quiet as you pointed at the bathroom for Toji to hide. Your heart was beating so fast, as you went to the door and asked; “Who is there?”

“Police Department. We want to ask you a few questions”, the officer yelled back. 

“Can you please identify yourself?”, you stalled as you checked if Toji had hidden. You looked through the peephole as the cops held up their detective badges before you smiled softly and opened the door for the cops. 

“What seems to be the problem, detectives?”, you asked gently. 

“We are in search of a murderer going by the name, Fushiguro Toji. Black haired, very tall and muscular. Last seen wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. He is classified as extremely dangerous. We last saw him entering this apartment complex. Have you seen him, by any chance?”, the officer asked. 

You pretended to think a little before you shook your head. “Nope. I was on my way out to take out my trash so, I was inside the whole time.”

“Alright, Ma’am, please give us a call if you see or remember anything. Would you want us to accompany us with you going outside, in case you don’t feel safe?” One of the two detectives handed you a card with his contact details. 

You nodded at the offer, tagging along as you took out your trash and thanked the officers for the company. “Could you possibly tell me a little about that person you’re looking for? Perhaps that will help me with my memory or something I can watch out for?”

“I cannot disclose any details yet as it is an ongoing investigation, however, the current suspected M.O of the suspect is that he uses poison in his victim’s drinks. So, perhaps just watch out for your drink the next time you’re out partying.”

“Thank you, officers. I can return to my apartment alone, thank you for the company. I’ll uh… let you know if I see something”, you said goodbye to the officers before turning around. 

“Goodbye, Ma’am, have a good night”, they said in unison. 

You quickly headed back, your entire body was literally on fire after that short conversation and the fact that you were literally harboring a felon in your apartment had you shaking to your core. Once you locked your apartment and made sure the cops were gone, you were suddenly pushed to the wall next to the door. “Good. You did great”, Toji had you cornered, smirking at you as you looked at him with big eyes, shocked by his sudden action. 

“Thank you”, you whispered back, not trusting your own voice. His arm was over your head on the wall, cornering you between his huge body and the wall. “You’re not so bad yourself. Out on a murder charge, huh?”

“So, you asked about me, didn’t you?”, Toji chuckled, biting his lip. “Yeah… what about it? You scared?”

“I should be, shouldn’t I? But God, it makes you oddly attractive and interesting. So, tell me, what is that all about?”, you ask then, a little smile sneaking onto your lips. “A murder suspect in my apartment, who insists on promising me that he won’t hurt me, hm?”

“Attractive and interesting?”, Toji chuckled. “I may or may not have added some extra ingredient to some dickhead’s drink.” He casually shrugged, eyeing you up and down. 

“So, that was why they said to be careful of my drinks next time I’m out partying, huh?”, you replied. 

“I would never add some additional ingredient to your drink, princess”, Toji taunted before he suddenly leaned in and kissed you. You couldn’t help but immediately melt into him, arms wrapping around his neck, as his one hand wrapped around your thigh and lifted it up around his hip. 

The kiss was so full of fire, so much passion and there was nothing but carnal desire and need – it was like the fact that he was a murderer, a wanted felon, flew right over your head. You simply couldn’t care less about it because, fuck, the entire situation was so incredibly hot, the fact that the cops were still around searching the premises was making you feel so tingly. 

“Mhm, princess, you taste so sweet. I wonder if your pussy tastes just as sweet, hm?”, he whispered against your lips, smirking. “Will you let me have a taste?”

“Maybe… but maybe I won’t. You’ve got to earn it, mister.”

“What a tease, princess. But you know what, you shouldn’t tease me, because believe me, I can do better than that”, he continued, before he leaned back in to kiss you once more as you grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, your eyes going up and down over his very toned and muscular body. 

And you felt so insanely lucky to think about the fact that his body would be on top of you or underneath you in just a couple of minutes. 

“So, you wanna move this over to the bedroom or are you not that much of a gentleman and just fuck your women against a cold ass wall?”, you giggled.

“Oh, I sure as hell do not keep my women cold and standing, mh? Wouldn’t be so fair if I fuck you into oblivion and don’t give you a comfortable place to come down from the highs I give you, hm?”

“Someone’s cocky. But alas, unfortunately, there has been nothing but talk so far, honey”, you reply, giggling before you squealed in shock as he lifted you up over his shoulder. 

“Where’s the bedroom, princess?”, he asked, voice rough. “Need to teach you how to properly speak to me before I reward you with pleasure you have never felt in your life before.”

When you pointed to the room, he immediately went in and dropped you onto your bed, quickly climbing onto you, practically ripping apart your clothes. “God, princess, you’re so hot, so gorgeous underneath me”, he groaned, lips wandering down to your tits before he wrapped them around your one nipple, sucking and licking over the sensitive nub. Your body arched into him as you let out a whine and Toji smirked, enjoying the way you responded to his touch. 

“Reacting so fucking gorgeously for me, princess. Can’t wait to taste your pretty pussy”, he teased. “Did I earn it, princess?”

You nodded frantically. “Fuck, just get to it”, you whined. 

“So bossy, princess. Such a little slut for the murderer you harbored in your home and protected without knowing what dangers could possibly await you”, he snickered, “Does it excite you? Knowing you lied to cops for me, for someone you don’t even know?” Toji’s lips wandered down your body, slowly reaching your pussy and he pulled your panties aside to lick over your clit, flattening his tongue over your folds as he spread your legs apart with his hands. 

“Fuck don’t stop!”, you cried out, back arching again into his grip around your waist. 

He looked up at you, smirking as some saliva was running down his chin, and he was watching your every reaction. Toji had grown obsessed with how well you reacted to his touch, his tongue over your pussy. “Reacting so prettily for me, princess. Want more? Want me to fuck you? I’ll bring literal heaven to you, princess. If you let me.”

You were nodding once again, fingers buried in his hair as he lowered his head back again to your pussy and you felt two of his fingers against your entrance, slowly slipping in and fingering you slowly. Your eyes widened in surprise, you let out a choked sob as his fingers hit your sweet spot – you cried out as he continued with the constant stimulation. 

“Please, Toji, fuck me, please?”, you whined, attempting to pull him closer back on top of you. However, he was obviously way stronger than you and could stay where he was with no trouble at all. 

“It’s rude to interrupt a man while he’s eating, princess”, he grunted, “let me make you cum first on my mouth, princess, then I’ll fuck you.”

You whined as he increased his finger’s pace, continuing the sweet torture on your pussy with his lips as well and your hips were jolting up as you got closer to your release. A cry left your lips as you begged him not to stop and felt him smirk against your clit, promising not to stop until you came for him. 

It didn’t take too long for him to fulfil that promise. The way everything practically shattered around you had you thinking about the last time you had felt this much pleasure at once. “Holy shit”, you choked up. “That was… intense.”

“Told you, princess, I’ll bring literal heaven to you”, he smirked, slowly climbing on top of you and watching you come down from your high. “Did I keep my promise, princess?”

“You sure as hell did. But…”, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer for a kiss, “if you don’t put that damn cock of yours inside me anytime soon, I bet the cops will be very interested in knowing where you’re hiding.”

“You little minx… don’t worry, princess. I gave you a promise and I intend to keep it. You’re about to have the most intense night of your life.”

As he pulled down his jeans, your eyes widened as you saw his cock’s girth and length. You had already assumed that he was big, considering his big ass ego, but you didn’t expect this. He noticed your hesitation and laughed lightly. “Don’t worry, princess, I won’t hurt you.”

“You’re a wanted criminal, do you think I trust your word?”

“I promised I wouldn’t hurt you and I kept that promise. I told you I would bring you to heaven and I did keep that promise, too, didn’t I?”

You considered his arguments and shrugged. He had a good point with that. 

“So, do you believe me when I tell you I won’t hurt you?”

You nodded. 

He smiled softly at you before he aligned his tip with your entrance, pulling your panties aside once more and finally, pushed his cock inside slowly, inch by inch, slowly getting you used to his size. Your back arched when he was buried inside of you fully, a tear rolling down your cheek as your body was basically on fire. 

“You’re so tight, princess, feels so good”, he groaned, waiting for a moment to let you adjust to the stretch. “Can’t wait to fuck this tight pussy of yours.”

“Please, fuck me”, you whimpered, nails raking over his back as he slowly started a tender, gentle pace and before you knew it, he was starting to build a merciless, brutal rhythm, making your tits bounce with the frantic way he was thrusting into you.

The sound of his hips snapping against yours had your eyes rolls back, your legs were wrapped around his waist as you held onto him and you were pleading him not to stop, practically crying and he fucked you so good like you never had been before. 

“Goddamn it, princess, you’re so fucking hot when you get fucked like this. Do you like how I fuck you, hm?”, he rasped, lips wandering over your neck. His hips stuttered as pleasure like he never felt before coursed through his body, getting closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to cum, princess, where do you want me to cum, hm? On your pretty tits? Or maybe inside of your tight, perfect pussy, hm? Give you a good old load of me and make you feel it drip down your thighs when I pick you up and fuck you against the wall over there?”

His words had your eyes roll back at the visual. “Please, inside”, you whined, sobbing as you clenched around him and finally reached your peak, coming around him again, sputtering in pleasure. “Fuck, Toji”, you practically wailed. 

“Am I keeping my promise, princess?”

“Yes, fuck, you are, stop asking me that and cum in me”, you groaned in annoyance. 

“Still so bossy, princess”, he laughed before he continued his rough pace and shortly after let out a choked breath, hips stilled as he came inside of you. Toji wasn’t moving at all, trying to come down from his high as he relaxed. “Fuck, princess, you feel so incredible.”

“Oh, honey, this was better than anything I have ever felt before.”

“I’m glad I got to prove to you how good I’ll fuck you”, he chuckled, slowly pulling out of you and laying down next to you. 

“Hey, I thought you were going to fuck me against the wall and have your cum drip down my thighs?!”

“You wanna go again?”

“Hell fucking yes”, you snorted and squealed when he got up on his feet and pulled you up before pushing you against the wall, lifting your legs around his waist as he kept you up against the wall and quickly slid his cock back inside of you, fucking you again and bringing you to yet another earth-shattering orgasm and another one. 

And the most exhilarating part of this was that you could hear the detectives through the thin walls, discussing their next move to finally find the guy who currently had his cock buried deep inside of you. 

The one who you had lied to the cops to, making you an accessory to the murder he had committed.

But you couldn’t care less about it, because goddamn, this was the best fuck you had gotten in your entire life. 

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter III

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

So hot there’s smoke

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: fluff, masturbation, oral (m receiving), dirty talk

You give Bradley your number after you make a tentative plan to hang out on Friday since you’re not sure what your schedule will be yet. You send him down to Penny’s with a kiss and a butt squeeze when he turns.

You and fall into bed shortly after.

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A loud back-up beeper jolts you awake. You look at your phone; 6:47 AM. What on earth?

You look out the window and see your movers have backed into Penny’s driveway, and started throwing items out. You cringe at how roughly they’re handling your stuff. You pull a sweatshirt on and head down the stairs just as you see them drop your bed frame, cracking it.

You sigh heavily before asking, “Weren’t you guys supposed to come tomorrow? Preferably after 8:00 AM?”

“Sorry about your bed frame, that’ll be comped. There was a change of plans, we gotta be back to Denver before tomorrow.” One of the movers replies.

“Okay, I guess? Let me just move some stuff around upstairs first.”

“Go ahead, the stuff will be here when you get down back.” He replies.

“Excuse me? I have to bring it all up myself? That’s not what I paid for.” Now you’re getting irritated.

“Yeah, the boss man said we gotta be back tonight, so you’ll have to figure it out. Call tomorrow morning and they’ll comp ya for that too.”

What the fuck. “Uh no, that’s not—“

“What’s going on out here?” Bradley asks as he comes out of Penny’s sliding door, yawning while he pulls his tank on. Holy biceps.

You walk over to him as he eyes your bare legs. “They were supposed to be here tomorrow and bring everything upstairs. But they apparently need to be back in Denver by tonight so I’m on my own. They also broke my bedframe” you sigh.

“I’ll help ya. I’ve got nothing to do today and it’s that much stuff. My buddy owns a furniture store across town, he’ll hook ya up with a bedframe and I can bring it over with the Bronco, get it set up for ya if you’d want?”

“Seriously? You’d do all that?”

“‘Course. I’d be happy to, plus it’s supposed to rain later, I don’t want your stuff to get wet.”

“That would be great, thank you so much.”

“No problem, where do we start?”

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20 minutes later you’ve got the furniture out of the way so you can get the mattress and boxes in. The moving truck is already gone. They’re getting a one-star review on Yelp. Assholes.

Pete and Penny see the pile of stuff in the driveway and come out to help too. The hardest part is squeezing the mattress through the doorframe, but it’s easy sailing after that, and within an hour it’s all out of the driveway.

They ask if you need help unpacking but you politely decline as you’re not sure where everything is going yet.

“I’m going to the bar to do payroll, did you want a ride?” Penny asks Bradley.

“Yeah, thanks.” He turns to you. “I’ll run home and shower and then I’ll be back to pick you up?”

“That’d be great.” You smile, ignoring the knowing looks you’re getting from Pete and Penny.

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You put a few necessary things away and get your stuff ready for tomorrow before showering yourself, throwing on a pair of jean shorts and an oversized white tee.

A clean vintage Bronco pulls in and you meet Bradley in the driveway, he looks good enough to eat in another tight pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt as he holds the passenger door open for you.

“I ran through Starbucks, got you a vanilla latte and a breakfast sandwich, the bag is on the floor in the back,” he says as he climbs in the driver's side.

Unexpected tears spring to your eyes, but you quickly blink them away. You clear the lump from your throat. “That’s so thoughtful, thank you. Sunny give you my order?”

“No problem, I like coffee too.” He holds up his cup, “And yeah she did, there’s too many options for me to try and guess.”

“Well, I’m impressed. My dad is the only other man who’s ever bought me coffee.”

“Really? It’s such a simple thing.”

“It is. But I’m not used to guys taking initiative or putting in the effort. Another reason I decided to take a break from dating.”

“Yeah, I can see that. It helps that I was raised by a single mom.”

“Sounds like she was quite the woman, to raise a man as amazing as you.”

He blushes at your words and squeezes your knee. “Thanks, Row”.

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Bradley pulls into a furniture store and leaves you at the door before parking.

He leads you inside and helps you look. You eventually pick out a wrought iron one but aren’t sure on what color/finish.

“Do you think this finish will scratch?” You ask, gesturing to the black one.

“Scratch? From what?”

“Handcuffs, of course” you deadpan.

He flushes but laughs. “Nah, should be fine. These are good quality.”

“I hope so. I’d hate to have to punish you for scratching it” you tell him before turning away to find an associate as he gapes after you.

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Your luck is changing, they have the frame you want in store so you’re able to bring it home today, unassembled of course.

The clouds are starting to spit as he pulls into the driveway, and it starts coming down harder when you’re halfway up the stairs, helping him carry the box. You both laugh as you get it inside and set it down. Your top-halves took the brunt of it, soaking both your shirts.

He looks at your chest and swallows heavily before meeting your eyes again. You look down and your tee and bralette are now see-through, nipples at attention from the cold rain. You turn and strip the wet material off, teasing him with a view of your bare back while you walk to the bathroom for some towels.

You hang the wet items over the shower rod and cover yourself with a towel, before grabbing one for him too.

“Do you want to hang up your shirt?”

“Sure, thanks,” he says with gravel in his voice. You look down while he’s pulling his shirt off and can see the thick line of his erection pressing against his jeans.

He hands you the shirt and he dries off with the towel quickly before handing it over too. You hang it all up in the bathroom and walk back out, topless.

He inhales sharply and watches as you pull out a box of clothes, digging through for a shirt and bra.

He comes up behind you and reaches around you to cup your breasts. His rough, calloused fingers rub across your nipples and you sigh, head dropping back against his chest.

“You like to tease me, don’t you?” He murmurs by your ear.

“Mmm, yeah. I do. I like it when you blush and get all flustered. Especially since I think this is new for you, you’re used to being the one in control, aren’t you?” You say as you turn in his arms, bare chests now together.

“Yeah, you’re definitely throwing me for a loop. I don’t know what to expect from you, and I like it.” He replies before leaning down to kiss you.

You return it, licking the seam of his lips as your hands go to his nipples. “Anyone ever play with these?” You murmur against his lips.

“Not really, not like you-fuckkk” he pulls back from your lips to groan as you pinch lightly.

“That’s a shame,” you kiss the scar on his jaw, then neck, and down below his collarbone. “cause you’re so responsive. Do you like it?”

He sighs and nods as you suck his nipple into your mouth. “Yeah”.

“Good.” You reply as you kiss your way to the other side. You suck that one into your mouth next and gently bite while pinching the other. His cock twitches against your stomach.

You kiss your way lower, settling on your knees. You pull him out and trace the head on your lips as you look up at him under your lashes before you draw him into your mouth. You moan around him and he shudders, hands clenching at his sides, “Fuck, Rowan. That, ah…feels fucking amazing.”

“Mmm,” you agree around him and take his hands to guide them in your hair.

He grips your hair and gently thrusts before pulling back and repeating the motion. He’s watching you under half-lidded eyes and his chest is heaving. Each thrust draws a delicious gasp out of him, driving you crazy. Your hand goes in the front of your shorts, to rub tight circles on your clit. “Oh God, are you touching yourself?

You moan around him again and nod, eyes falling closed from the pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Your free hand reaches between his legs, rolling his balls in your fingers, and his hips thrust deeper on their own accord.

You feel that familiar tightening and pull him deeper into your mouth, too far gone to notice your gag reflex as your nose brushes the neatly trimmed hair below his navel. Your orgasm hits you, moaning and whining around his cock, drool dripping down your chin.

“Jesus, you’re so pretty when you cum. Fuckfuckfuck I’m close. Where do you want me to-?”

Your hands fly to his ass and pull him deeper into your mouth, swallowing around him.

His hands tighten the grip on your hair as he cums with a broken moan and you swallow his salty spend.

He helps you to your feet and kisses you deeply, his chest rumbles as he tastes himself in your mouth. “Rowan, you are…” he trails off with a chuckle, “just, uh…wow”.

You smile and tuck him back in his pants. “I can get it myself, but do you want to help me put the frame together? It’s probably easier with 2 people. I can order some food?”

“Yeah, sounds great. I wouldn’t make you put it together yourself.”

“Thanks! Now where do you suggest I order from?” You say stepping around him to find your phone, landing a sharp swat to his right butt cheek. You smirk to yourself as he sucks in a breath.

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You slip a shirt on, forgoing a bra, and order the food while Bradley starts on the frame. You help him after, and are almost done with it when the food arrives.

You take a break to eat on your bedroom floor and laugh as he tells you stories about growing up with Sunny.

“… and that’s how I broke my arm the second time. The worst part was that I was the one who got in trouble, even though she pushed me. She cried though, and admitted to it…after my mom got through with me, of course. She used to be like the little sister I never wanted, but I’m so glad to have her now.”

“I think you were just a naughty little boy” you wink, “but yes, she really is the best. I feel so bad we drifted apart when she was dating her ex. I didn’t realize at the time how awful he was treating her, I wish I would’ve known. I could’ve helped her” you say, poking at your food. You’ll always feel bad for missing the signs was she was being mistreated.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. She was good at hiding it, and by the time we-Jake, Nat, and I, realized how bad it was, we ended up deployed for 4 months with little to no phone privileges. Thankfully she kicked him to the curb, and Pete was home when she found him cheating. It’s sure been something to watch her come back alive being with Bobby-boy though.”

“Agreed. They’re perfect together. How long ‘til he pops the question you think?”

“Less than a year, guaranteed.” He replies, his lip quirking.

“That long? I was thinking 6 months.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me. He’s crazy about her.”

“That he is. I wonder what that’s like, being so head over heels for someone, knowing them as well as you know yourself, unable to imagine life without them? I hope I have that someday. I didn’t really believe it was possible until my dad met my stepmom. I was so angry and jealous at the time that I didn’t see how beautiful it was to watch them fall in love. I don’t know how she ever forgave me for how awful I was.” You sigh, still embarrassed years later at your behavior.

“You were just a kid, who had her dad to herself for years. It’s understandable. I probably would’ve been the same way if my mom would’ve dated.”

You hum in agreement and finish eating. He finishes the frame and you can hear things moving as you as you wash the dishes you used.

You walk back into the bedroom to find him pulling on the last pillowcase. He’d finished the frame, pulled the mattress onto it, and made your bed.

Those unexpected tears are back and you try to blink them back as you walk over to hug him from behind, but a few escape your eyes.

He can hear them in your voice as you thank him for everything he helped you with today and he turns to lift your chin. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you laugh wetly. “I just-I’m used to doing everything on my own, no one’s taken care of me in years. We just met and you spent your entire day off helping me, without being asked. Sorry, I’m not usually a crier, I don’t-“

“It’s okay. I was just afraid I overstepped.” He kisses you so tenderly that more tears start. “I’d love it if you’d let me take care of you, any way you’ll let me.”

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A/N: Ew, so fluffy at the end there 😂 kidding, kidding.

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All I Want (Pt. 1/3)

Dean has a crush. Nothing strange, Dean's fallen for tons of women. Only problem is it’s on his brother’s girlfriend. She’s a sweet girl, who makes Sammy happy. And that makes Dean happy. Only problem is he wants some of that happiness, and he doesn’t want it from anyone else.

Dean Winchester x Black! Fem! Reader (One-sided)

Sam Winchester x Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: one sided love, pining, Dean is bummed out, mentions of alcohol, Dean wants reader bad but she's in love with Sam, mention of pregnancy, pregnancy scare, reader wears jewelry, most (if not all) of the female characters have a lot of accessories (lipgloss, nails, lashes, mascara, jewelry) because a lot of my works are self-indulgent and I'm a girly-girl ngl so i like being dressed up and having a lot of accessories on so if its not for you just ignore it

Part 1 of 3! I wanted to try a mini series, I'm excited to write this. I'm in an angsty mood lately. So here's some Dean angst, which in my humble opinion is the best kind. Please let me know if you guys enjoy!

Check out part two if you enjoyed!

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The first time it happened, he was nothing short of terrified. It came back negative, the pregnancy test. He came downstairs to see Sam and his girlfriend holding hands at the table. Her leg bounced up and down nervously and Sam ran a hand down his face in pure anxiety.

"Morning, what's, uh, what's going on?" Dean asked approaching the two. She looked up at him with those brown eyes that captured both him and his brother by the heart and refused to let them go.

In Sam's oversized t-shirt, light pink silk bonnet that tied into a cute bow in the front

Sam glanced up at him, but he hardly noticed. Letting out a hard exhale, Sam shook his head and twisted to look up at Dean. He motioned towards the table and the test with the forming lines.

''Hopefully, nothing." Sam sighed. His big green eyes reflected some fear that Dean felt when he saw the test.

Pregnant. Sam may have gotten his girlfriend pregnant. Dread filled his heart, like water filling a balloon. It was like he was being melted on the inside with fear, a cold feeling running through his bones. Like his blood turned to cold water.

After a second, Dean remembered Sam was looking at him. His little brother was staring at him in a moment he was afraid. He needed his big brother to say something, anything.

Clearing his throat and rubbing his sweaty palms down his jeans, he coughed.

"Well damn Sammy, I thought I taught you to wrap it before you tap it." With a smirk, he watched the gorgeous woman sat next to his brother roll her eyes. Even the way they rolled into the back of her head was beautiful.

"Very funny Dean. I'm freaking out here, what if..." Trailing off, she placed a nail in her mouth, chewing on the press ons with vigor. Sam quickly squeezed her hand and Dean felt himself fade into the back ground. Could feel himself become a background character to his brother and his girlfriend the way he always had.

"Hey, I'm here. We'll be okay." Sam promised, rubbing a thumb over her knuckles. With a shy smile, Dean cleared his throat again.

"You love birds have fun, I'm gonna make some breakfast. I'll make some extra since someone's carrying for two." Turning he began to leave, and hopefully leave the nerves behind him. A baby? He would be an uncle if Sam was having a baby.

"Dean!" Sam chastised as he left the room with a winning chuckle.

"What?" He called back, glancing back over his shoulder. Just to see Sam placing his hand on his girlfriend's shoulder. She put her smaller hand on Sam's huge one and gave him a small attempt to be positive.

"Not funny, dude." Sam pushed part of her bonnet out of her face and adjusted it on her head for her. A minuscule, tender act of love that said everything that needed to be said between the two. Dean shook the ugly feeling clawing at the knot in his stomach and headed into the kitchen.

Dean wasn't sure when it started. He didn't know when he started to flee when his brother was with the young woman. He didn't know when the kisses and hugs started slowly killing his heart. When he started to wish she was perched on Dean's lap and not Sam's. Making his way to the kitchen, he tried to take his mind off it.

Yet he couldn't stop thinking of babies. A cute, chubby cheeked baby. Maybe with Sam's green eyes, or its mothers deep brown beauties. Would it have black curls or inherit its fathers chestnut waves? Either way, he could see a large, full head of curls inherited from it's mom. Or-

"Oh! Wait, wait! It's showing up!" A chair scraping as she shot up from the table broke Dean from his thoughts. Another scrape followed, probably Sam getting to his feet.

Dean slammed the fridge at the excited yelp and he made his way back to the room where Sam and his girl were both standing up now. Sam squinting to get a better view of the test and holding it up to his face.

"Read it for me, I'm scared." She protested, while wildly waving the test around for Sam to read. Taking a tender hold of her risk and pushing her bracelets out of the way for him to get a better hold.

"Hold still, wait, its..."

"Hold on, coming in hot!" Dean exclaimed, sliding in just behind her.

The three held their breath in silence. Something told Dean the three of them shared the same thought.

'Please be negative.' Although Dean hated to admit, but part of him wanted nothing more than a single line to pop up. He couldn't help himself. He wasn't sure if he could take seeing Sam start a family with her without having to run out of a room.

"Negative!" Sam exclaimed and she let out an excited cheer. Jumping into Sam's arms and planting a hard kiss on his lips, Dean coughed and clapped for the two.

"Well, that was a bullet dodged, but I know what I'll be getting for you for Christmas." Dean watched a smile grace Sam's handsome face. That happiness on Sam's face, was worth it. It was worth the joy on his face that dissolved the ugly knot in his heart.

"You're so stupid." She giggled, her cheeks glowing with joy. Letting go of Sam, she turned and jumped right into Dean's arms.

"Okay, happiness all around." Dean chuckled. Her hugging him was nothing wrong. A kind, warm and touchy person. That's what she is. Her grace and warmth flooding everyone she came into contact with. The genuine love and kindness she showed everybody was so over whelming, so blinding it felt like it was purifying Dean of all of his sins.

Slowly he wrapped his arms around her hips, and he gave her a squeeze. A hefty one, a squeeze of celebration, now that he knew there was no risk of crushing something precious in her stomach.

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Family Photoshoot HC

Nancy hears her son say that Ivanova is like another sister, that she’s family, and immediately gets everyone in coordinated outfits and drags them to the photo studio.

Out of all the things Sheridan has made Ivanova do (whether intentionally or not), this has to be the worst.

The identical crisp, white polo shirts, and the straight-cut, dark-wash jeans. The black dress shoes and hair styled in an updo that would compliment Nancy and Lizzie’s shorter hair. The suffocating amounts of makeup she hadn’t had to put on her face since her ballet days.

Okay, so maybe that last one was self-inflicted, but if she had to do something, she was going do it well.

Having years of practice with stage makeup, and therefore makeup to wear in front of cameras, Susan winds up putting makeup on everyone, albeit to varying degrees. Mostly just a splash of concealer, foundation, and blush, unless someone asked for more.

Nancy asks questions the whole time, and Ivanova is more than happy to answer as many as she can during the process.

David isn’t thrilled about it, but he understands why Nancy wants him to do it.

Lizzie doesn’t have any complaints about it either way, she just offers a reminder that her brother will squirm the entire time, no matter how little makeup Susan actually puts on him.

He does. It’s not as though John has a problem with the idea of wearing makeup, especially with a photoshoot like this. (When you grow up with a sister like Lizzie, you realize it’s better to agree to letting her practice her makeup skills on you while you’re conscious instead of asleep.) That doesn’t change the fact that some of the makeup is cold or that the brushes tickle.

“If you don’t stop squirming, I’m gonna tell Delenn about the time—”

“Okay, okay, I’ll try not to squirm so much!”

This piques Lizzie’s interest. “Tell Delenn about what?”

Fortunately for John, the photographer calls everyone into the studio for the actual photos right before Ivanova could say anything.

They get the pictures of all five of them done first.

The one where they’re all laying one on top of the other, the one where their arms are encircling the next person’s waist— all the cliché and cutesy poses whose absence would make a photo shoot like this a sham.

David and Nancy get a few couple’s shots in, and no matter who you are, you know that the photos will come out adorably. They are really, truly, deeply, genuinely in love with each other, that much is clear.

Then, it’s John, Lizzie, and Susan’s turn. They did Charlie’s Angels, they did one where they were showing off their biceps. They did one with Ivanova in the middle with her arms sticking out, Lizzie and John on either side of her with their limbs outstretched, making it look as though Susan had become a Jedi master throughout the course of the photo shoot.

“Okay, I think I might have overstayed my welcome. You guys should get the actual family photos, now.”

“Susan, what are you talking about?” The reply came from the (other) four Sheridans simultaneously as they wondered what Susan could possibly mean.

“It was very nice of you to invite me to your family photo shoot, and I’m very grateful for it, but I’m not really family.”

“Susan.” Lizzie was the first to speak up. “Susan, do you not understand how you get under my brother’s skin at just the right angle? Do you not see how one of the first things my parents did was ask what they could do for you the millisecond you landed in Geneva? Do you not understand that this entire family is your family?”

John ran a risk. He brought up Sofie, Andrei, and Ganya.

“Susan, I know that I’m not Ganya. I know that my parents aren’t Sofie or Andrei. But they still see you as a daughter. They might’ve only known you for a few weeks, but we all know a Sheridan when we see one. You’re Susan Ivanova. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re a Sheridan, through and through.”

David and Nancy reinforced the sentiments their children shared. She’s their youngest daughter. That’s it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Ivanova, seeing that her doubts have been defeated 4-1, accepts the fact that she’s a Sheridan. It’s a bit painful to come to terms with and everything, but it’s worth it in the end.

They draw each other in for a group hug, forgetting that they’re still in the photography studio. The photographer takes a photograph of that exact moment, and it sits on the Sheridan’s mantle. Nobody has any intention of removing it, ever.

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The Margay: Chapter 4

His Other Nickname

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Summary: Santiago recruits Frankie to contract for a covert agency that pairs them with danger in more ways than one. A series of one-shot snippets taking place during and around missions.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Sniper!OFC

Word Count: 3.1K

Rating: Explicit 18+ /oral (f receiving because Frankie), unprotected piv, these two both have a bit of a come fetish / Minors DNI

A/N: Finally made some progress on this! My take on callsigns and nicknames and new lovers before they part.

“Okay, okay, where does “Catfish” come from? Is that a ‘slippery when wet’ situation?” Audrey smiles.

They’re each three rounds deep, Santiago having made the call three hours before the 24-hour clock ran on Davis’ offer. 

They're in this. The three of them. Together. 

Whatever this is. 

But that’s tomorrow’s problem while mirth flows as freely as the drinks do tonight.

“Ah,” Santi takes a sip from his beer, “his patchy-ass beard.”

Audrey leans back and considers Frankie for a moment before her face breaks.

“I see it.”

“Right?! Great ‘stache. Shit beard,” Santi reaches across the table to scratch at Frankie’s face “you got like three whiskers hangin’ on there, man.”

“Yeah alright alright,” Fish bats him away, “yours is worse.” Frankie leans in to Audrey, wrapping an arm around the back of her chair. “This guy used to go on these long fucking lectures when we first joined up about how ‘the sins of the flesh cloud the mind’ and ‘I’d never sleep with anyone on a mission, have to stay focused on the task at hand.’”

Audrey angles her eyes over to Santi, who has his hand over the bottom half of his face in an attempt to cover up the neat shade of red staining his cheeks.

“Turns out he was a virgin until like 27.”

“Hey, it was 26, man. I was just really focused…”

“On your career?” Audrey and Frankie both quip before erupting in laughter.

Frankie wipes the back of his hand over his eyes, scrubbing away tears of mirth, “the Pope doesn’t fuck, so. That’s where ‘Pope’ came from.” 

“Fuuuuck you, Fish. Alright little lady, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s your callsign?” 

“Is the cat thing not good enough?”

“Yeahhh we can’t exactly call you that. But come on, we’re in this shit together, what is it?”

“I don’t have one, Santi.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m really not.”

“What do you mean you don’t have one. You didn’t have callsigns at that fancy fuckin’ school of yours?”

“Nope.”

“Well, we’ll have to figure one out for you.”

“Feels like it should be more organic than that, no?”

“I thought it was this guy,” Frankie’s fingers leave the back of her chair to brush her left shoulder blade over her t-shirt.

Pope is once again irritated that there are parts of her he hasn’t seen. Because of his own idiocy.

“No, they’re just my favorite animal.”

“What is?”

“I think we should still use it,” Frankie continues, purposely leaving Pope in the dark.

Audrey catches on quick. “Just because I have a tattoo of one? Not really a great story. It’s not like you have a tattoo of a catfish.”

“A tattoo of what,” Santi is relentless.

“Actually,” Frankie ignores him and leans back hiking down the waistband of his jeans.

Sure enough, the green-tinged blur of a stick-and-poke catfish sits on his left hip bone. It’s faded and it’s terrible. But it is a catfish nonetheless.

“What, you didn’t notice that when you two were fucking?” There’s salt in Santiago’s tone.

The truth, quite frankly, is that she didn’t. You don’t, in the dark, when you’re that turned on and a man’s that well hung. 

She has an eye for details, but she’s only human.

Frankie smirks and decides to twist the knife.

“Think about how I would have seen the back of her shoulder, but she wouldn’t have seen my hip, Pope. Just think for a second.”

They can see the exact moment the image hits him. 

“You know what, fuck you both.”

“It’s a moose, Santi. I have a tattoo of a moose.”

“I’ve never seen a moose.”

“You never will,” Fish quips and Pope lands a kick to his shin. 

“Fuck you,” Pope spits, quickly adding, “did he tell you about his other nickname?”

“NO,” Frankie points a finger at Pope.

“Oh well now I have to know,” she straightens in her chair.

“You better fuckin’ not, Pope.”

“One of you needs to tell me right now.” 

“You wanna tell her, Big Dick Morales, or should I?”

Santi expects Audrey’s eyes to fly wide, mouth to drop open.

Instead, she smirks into her glass.

“I did notice that when we were fucking.”

Frankie flushes red now.

“But how, pray tell, did that start?” She rests an elbow on the table and props her head in her hand, angled in towards Frankie.

“Oh please don’t,” Fish pleads.

“Well, first it started as a joke, because dude can’t put on a pair of pants without making the rest of us look bad.”

Frankie catches how her eyes flit down to his lap and back up to hold his stare.

The look on his face is – apologetic.

“But back in the day, girls used to fall all over Frankie. He’s got those sad fuckin’ doe eyes, you know?” Pope gestures loosely at his own face. “Women just have to fix him.”

Audrey holds Fish’s gaze and brushes her fingers over her lips in an attempt to clear away a smile blooming there because she fell for them too.

“But like fifteen years ago he ran through this string of girls who just wouldn’t do it.”

She raises one brow.

“Like seven of them. In a row. Over the span of like a year and a half. They all balked. Never got more than a blowjob. All of them said he was too big.”

“Oh you poor thing…” Audrey teases, running a hand over Frankie’s thigh.

“I hate you both.”

“You don’t hate her, she’s your glass fuckin’ slipper,” Pope leans over the table and nods at Audrey, “you take the whole thing?”

“POPE, shut the fu…”

“I never leave a job unfinished, Santiago,” she says with an arched brow.

“Oh my god,” Fish scrubs his face with his hands. “I can’t be here right now.”

Audrey rests her hand on his thigh.

I can take it, Francisco.

“Debatable. You left me unfinished.”

“I never even started with you.”

“That’s fair,” Santi drains the last of his beer, “You’re off on a technicality. Why’s ‘Bogotá’ your safe word?” He launches right into the thing that's been tugging at the back of his brain since she said it.

“Pope, you can’t just ask…”

“I nearly died in Bogotá. Six years ago. Why are you so interested in Bogotá?”

“Don’t…”

It leaves Frankie’s mouth in a way that draws Santi’s stare.

A challenge passing unspoken between them.

Fish loses. Spectacularly.

"Well—" Santiago pauses, “Frankie got his dick sucked in Bogotá,” eyes still locked on Catfish with the memory playing out behind his retinas. “While I fucked her from behind.” 

It’s not bragging. It’s what happened. 

Nothing more. Nothing less.

But suddenly it’s tense here, crackling through the humidity. 

Because they’re desperate for her not to think less of them.

This isn’t what they do.

She was never supposed to know. 

They were never supposed to see her again.

“Well. I guess,” Audrey starts and they both look to her, hanging off of whatever is about to fall from her lips.

They forget that she was party to this too.

“She just couldn’t handle Big Dick Morales.”

It starts slowly.

Small huffs behind where the heel of Frankie’s palm covers his mouth.

Mirth creeping into the furrows at the corners of Santiago’s eyes.

Laughter.

Frankie erupts, face all teeth and cheeks and Santiago howls and claps his hands.

“I’m just saying,” she continues deadpan as Frankie smashes his face into her shoulder, “he’s not for everyone.”

“It takes a special kind of woman,” Santiago adds as he wipes tears from his eyes. “Oh man. You’re a lucky fuckin’ bastard, you know that?” He points at Fish, who’s rubbing Audrey’s thigh.

“I’m the lucky one. Doe eyes and a big dick, my god,” she presses an exaggerated hand to her chest.

Oh, Frankie’s fucked.

“Alright, I got the next round,” Pope stands and stretches out the stitch in his stomach knitted from laughter.

Frankie sneaks a kiss to her cheek when he’s gone, and she catches his face before he can pull away, looking up at him through sincere eyes.

“I’m not gonna fix you, Frankie.”

“I know,” he whispers. But he looks at her with starlight in his eyes just the same.

And in the absence of salvation, her tongue will suffice.

Questions up their stakes as the alcohol flows.

“How old’s your kid?”

“She’s four and a half.” And Francisco’s grin of pride very nearly melts her. 

“You married?” This from Santiago.

“No," Audrey shakes her head. "Came close once, but no.”

“What happened?” Santi asks and Frankie lands a kick at his shin now. 

“It never would have worked," she shoots her gin and fires back “what about you, pretty boy?” Before Santi can follow up.

“I’m too pretty for marriage.” Santiago winks at her and she snorts. 

They swap war stories.

They tell her about a mission to take out a dictator.

She tells them she was on standby all night for that operation and is fascinated by their first-hand account.

Audrey tells them about springing a friend from a North Korean prison and leaves out the detail that he was her lover.

Santiago makes Frankie tell her about the time he flew a MedEvac chopper into live fire and out without a scratch on the bird. And the guy lived.

They don’t talk about the bags of money at the bottom of a crevasse in the Andes because she doesn’t know that detail but she knows more than anyone who wasn’t there.

Eventually their confessions close the bar down and they come to the crossroads between their respective hotels. 

“So what do we do now?” Pope stuffs his hands in his pockets. 

“We wait,” Audrey lights up a cigarette. “I’ve got something lined up in Peru but I don't need extra hands. So, we just wait.”

“For someone in the world to do something bad., Frankie mumbles, gesturing for her cigarette.

“Yeah,” she answers, touch lingering in the exchange.

“Yeah,” Santi echoes, reaching for the cigarette from between Frankie’s fingers as if smoke seals the bond. “So this is ‘bye’ for now?”

“For now,” she takes her cigarette back. 

“You should,” Santi catches Frankie’s gaze and nods towards Audrey.

“You cool with that?” Fish asks them both. 

“Yeah,” Santi starts backing towards their hotel with a grin before he turns around and throws a wave over his shoulder. 

“Are you okay with that?”

And she grabs the nape of Frankie’s neck and pulls his mouth to hers. 

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She’s not salvation, but it sure feels divine when he has her on his lap in her hotel room twenty minutes later.

“God, Frankie,” she breathes as she rolls her hips against him. Huge palms skate down her ribs to cup her ass and he pulls, rocking his pelvis up to connect with her core. 

Her head thumps hard against his. 

The heat from his bare chest warms her skin before the overhead fan sends a chill back down her spine.

“Take this off, Frankie,” she paws at the waistband of his jeans, un-notching his belt with a clink. 

“Not yet,” he growls and stands unexpectedly, taking her with him. Audrey locks her thighs around his waist and her arms around his neck as strong hands press her close. Frankie deposits her back-first onto the bed and slips her out of her shorts and underwear, losing them again somewhere on the floor.

He slings her thighs over his shoulders and holds her hips with his palms. 

“You do this for all the girls, Big Dick Morales?”

“No.” 

It’s growled through low registers of his voice as one thumb brushes her clit. 

“For me.”

In five minutes Frankie has her gasping and trembling with terrifyingly precise efficiency.

When he’s through he flips her over by the hip, shucking off his pants and kicking them away. He slips two fingers through sensitive flesh, borrowing the slick he pulled from her core to ease the slide as he pumps his length with a fist, running his other hand over her ass.

Frankie stops one second short of lining himself up. 

“Ah, fuck.” The condom in his wallet is once again lost in a tangle of denim that’s lost somewhere on the floor. 

“It’s fine, Frankie,” she breathes, unconsciously arching with impatience.

Presenting herself to him like a thing in heat.

He folds to press his chest to her back, engulfing her in the span of his broad frame, nose tucking into the space behind her ear.

“You on the pill, baby?”

And Audrey has never heard a man make that sentence sound quite so filthy.

“Took care of it years ago,” she pants, turning her face to breathe in the want that Frankie exhales. “I can’t, don’t worry.”

He sucks on her lips and murmurs, “I’m clean.”

And she already knows because Davis runs blood panels and doesn’t send anyone out if they’re not but she deeply appreciates the thought all the same.

“So am I.”

And Frankie scoops his hips to nudge the head of his cock against her heat, rocking there. 

Teasing with just the tip.

Slowly fucking her open.

“Oh Frankie,” she sighs, head falling back against his shoulder, hand cupping his face as he mouths at her throat.

“That feel good?”

“More, baby,” she breathes.

And he chuckles something dark into the curve of her shoulder. 

“Frankie,” her face falls into the sheets.

“Say it,” he growls, palms running over her arms before his fingers lace with hers and drag her arms to their full span up across the duvet. “You want more, say it,” he licks at her shoulder before sinking teeth in.

“Give it to me, Frankie.”

“Give you what?” Whispered into her hairline.

Audrey turns her face in to meet his gaze as best she can. 

“Your cock, Francisco.”

And she’s deathly serious.

As though if he refuses she’d rip his throat out.

With her teeth.

“Yeah? You gonna take the whole thing, baby?”

She growls. “Francisco Mora-LES.”

Frankie slides home on the last syllable because Audrey is deathly serious and will rip his throat out if he makes her wait any longer.

He’s mercifully sheathed full, buried bare inside of her.

“Francisco,” she breathes.

“Audrey,” he echoes and still-tight muscles flutter and adjust to his girth.

She can’t move with the way he has her pinned and she’s raring with impatience. Audrey claws at the bed with his fingers still between hers before clenching hard around his cock.

It makes him buck against her.

“Oh shit.” Frankie buries his nose between her shoulder blades and she grins.

Teeth sink into the back of her neck before he rights himself, fingers digging into the meat of her hips now. He presses deep and she mewls.

Frankie drags his cock out slowly and snaps his hips back against her, speeding up a little more each time until his pace punches the air from between her ribs.

Pounding against the tender parts of her that have her moaning from deep in her throat. 

His thrusts drive her up onto tip toes.

“Frankie, Frankie, Fr– OH.”

He lands the flat of a palm over her ass and before she can moan he has half of her hair in a fist. Frankie pulls and she bends and he meets her mouth, coaxing moans from her with his tongue. One hand leaves her hip to slide under her, rubbing at her clit, tight circles eased by where she’s dripping around him. 

He feels her walls tighten and whispers a “go on baby” against her mouth and she does, spine arched and he holds the curve, pumping through where she grips and throbs and suddenly he’s unable to hold himself any longer. 

“Where do you want me, baby?” Frankie pants as breath starts to hiss through gritted teeth.

“Inside,” she keens before he lets loose her hair and her face drops, biting at the sheets as the staccato of skin on skin builds.

“You sure?”

“Come inside me, Francisco.”

“Oh fuck, fuck, oh–FUCK,” and he does, pace faltering, growling and biting at whatever skin he can reach as his cock pulses inside her heat, flooding her full as his hips stutter through.

When Frankie’s spent he pulls out from her gripping heat with a cry and collapses on the floor as she shakes wild hair out of her face, ribs heaving.

He can’t stop the primal need that swells in his chest and causes two fingers to reach out, catching the thick slip of him from her core before she sinks to her knees. 

Immediately he’s behind her, once again pressing the span of his chest against her sweat-slick skin. 

“Baby,” he implores, one broad palm coming around to cradle her jaw and Audrey cranes her neck to slip her tongue into his mouth.

“Baby,” he pants again, tucking his chin into the curve of her shoulder, bringing two cream-tipped fingers to her mouth. He splits them, a lewd string of their combined release tying his index and middle fingers together. 

“Taste us.”

And she does, plush lips wrapping around his thick middle finger, tongue laving over his fingerprints before he cleans his own index finger, the scruff of his jaw scraping her cheek as the salt and tang and musk of them coat both of their tongues. 

She’s convinced Francisco Morales is the filthiest man alive. 

Audrey slants heavy-lidded eyes towards him as best she can before his teeth find her jawbone, her throat, the back of her neck. 

“You’re amazing,” he pants against her hairline. 

“You’re beautiful.”

And it tumbles from her mouth like confessing sin to a god that can keep him here, crushed against her.

And she supposes maybe it works because he stays. 

He stays to suck bruises into the curve of her shoulder. 

To dip inside her mouth with his tongue.

Frankie stays to help her onto legs like a newborn deer as she leaves for the bathroom to clean herself of his spend that spreads milk-white at the apex of her thighs. 

He stays in the doorway and she catches his eyes in the mirror. 

“Can I stay here tonight?” He asks. 

And the answer is wrap me in your arms with a leg between my thighs and don’t leave until the sun heats us to where we can’t stand it any longer. 

Francisco leaves her in the doorway with the taste of his tongue in her mouth and the fading warmth of a hand on her hip.

He has a flight to catch.

And she has a man in Peru to kill. 

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Fairly Odd Pokemon

Warning: Mentions of neglect/child endangerment. Also, this is a long headcanon thing fyi.

* = Shiny Pokémon

M = Male F = Female G= Genderless

*Insert move* -> *insert move* = Can use both (Like a power level dynamic. Example, using water gun in small fires, and can transition to hydro pump for big fires. Can alternate between both no problem (well more energy needed for hydro pump in comparison but still). Counts as one move though.)

Also, this is an AU where Timmy is the protagonist instead of Ash. Also, all of Ash's travel companions are replaced by FOP characters. And this takes place in Unova (since it's close to the US, right?), with Dimmsdale just on the outside border of the region. Also, yes other region Pokémon appear, all but Galar and Alola. Why? Maybe some magic got involved long ago to make it happen. ;)

Plus, Poof is the older of him and Timmy in this AU.

And yes, the evil Pixies team is named after LOR dragon Smaug. Reason is Pixies are money makers, and I figured what better name for their evil team than of a treasure/gold hoarding dragon? Meanwhile Team Mishap is the Anti-Fairies, whom unlike Pixies, don't hide them being the bad guys at all.

A Summary (if possible/needed): In the small town of Dimmsdale, 10-year-old Timmy can finally become an official Pokémon trainer. Though throughout his journey, he will have to face the evil Team Mishap (Anti-Fairies) and Team Smaug (Disgusted as the business corporation Pixie Inc.). Making friends, making enemies, all while trying to become the very best and make a name for himself? The world really isn't going to make it easy is it.

Characters:

Timmy

Gary

AJ

Chester

Tad

Chad

Trixie

Veronica

Tootie

Elmer

Sanjay

Poof

Foop

More possibly to be added...depends on if you guys want more (request in inbox of possible oneshots/headcanons for this and all characters! Pokemon included!)

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Bios:

Name: Timmy Turner Fairywinkle-Cosma

Age: 10

Occupation: Pokémon trainer / Gym challenger / Coordinator

Hair color / Style: Light Brown and spiky

Eye color: Blue

Outfits:

Regular - Pink t-shirt, blue jeans, and matching blue sneakers

Contest - Light blue tuxedo with matching tie, blue mask, black dress shoes, and fingerless white gloves

Training - White kung-fu outfit with pink, green, and purple striped belt

Facial features: Buck two front teeth

Other: Has a small facial scar on the bottom of his chin

Backstory: It happened when he and Gary were four, their mother and father just happened leave them at the camping site and drove off home. Lost and scared, the two mistakenly took a hallow tree as a resting place, when it was a Beedrill nest (luckily said mons were sleepy still, and simply dazed out. But that didn't stop some, as those Beedrill had the move Sleep Talk and or Snore.). They ran off screaming, but before they ran into a Pokémon ranger, they fell into a ravine where they got said scar. Getting said scar, Gary with a mere identical one on his chin too, were brought to a nearby hospital where local police came to investigate. So, the CPS later is called, and the twins are dropped off at Wanda and Cosmo's for the night, to later being adopted and living permanently there once the forms were done and their 'parents' were imprisoning for child abandonment and other crimes.

Personality: He's overall a very caring individual, at least those closest to him. Around strangers he's a bit cold, due to lack of trust of many people compared to Pokémon, especially adults. He only at first, was kindhearted and open to his godparents, twin and godbrothers. Then later A.J. and Chester. Sometimes he can get a little into his head and turn selfish in case of popularity. Thankfully, Gary is the one who is able to pull him back and get his head straight. He's very protective though of those he cares for, especially Pokémon.

Hometown: Dimmsdale

Starter: Totodile (Nicknamed Chomps) (Professor Juniper got a switch up with new starters that year, and so the twins got different starters of different regions)

Family:

Mrs. Turner (Estranged)

Mr. Turner (Estranged)

Wanda Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godmother / Adopted Mom)

Cosmo Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godfather / Adopted Dad)

Poof Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godbrother / Adopted Older Brother / Older twin of Foop)

Foop Anthony Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godbrother / Adopted Older Brother / Younger twin of Poof)

Gary Fairywinkle-Cosma (but just goes by Gary cause the last name doesn't sound "cool") (Twin brother) (Older by 1 minute)

Best Friends: A.J. and Chester (Also traveling with)

Acquittances: Sanjay and Elmer

Rivals: Tad, Chad, Remy, Tootie, Trixie (not to her acknowledgement), and Francis

Enemies: Teams Mishap (Anti-fairies), Team Smaug (Pixies), and Vicky

Possible Love Interest: Trixie / Remy (not till way later, and not until he gets over his crush on Trixie..so awhile)

Pokémon Team:

Nickname -> Pokemon -> Ability -> Moves

Chomps | Totodile -> Croconaw -> Feraligatr | Torret | Agility, Bite -> Crunch, Dragon Claw, Rain Dance, Aerial Ace, Water Gun -> Hydro Pump, Metal Claw, and Shadow claw

Ace | Weedle -> Kakuna -> Beedrill | Swarm | Pin Missle, Poison Jab, Agility, Brick Break, Aerial Ace, Swords Dance, Sleep Talk, and Double Team

Hevy | Phanpy -> Donphan | Sturdy | Rollout, Earthquake, Slam, Hidden Power, Stone Edge, Fire fang, Ice Shard, and Iron Defense

Thorn* | Egg -> Eevee -> Leafeon | Chlorophyll | Razor Leaf -> Magical Leaf, Bite -> Crunch, Swords Dance, Quick Attack, Facade, Energy Ball, Iron Tail, and Shadow Ball

Cleft | Pikachu -> Raichu (Alola) | Lightning Rod | Agility -> Quick Attack -> Double Team, Thunderbolt -> Thunder, Mega kick -> Mega Punch, Psychic, Dig, Iron Tail, and Grass Knot

Ally | Slyveon (twin of Gary’s) | Pixilate |

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Name: Gary Turner Fairywinkle-Cosma (Goes by just Gary since it sounds 'mysterious/cool' without any last name. Only uses it for documents, tournament sign ups, and with family.)

Age: 10

Occupation: Pokémon trainer / Gym challenger

Hair color / Style: Black and grease style

Eye color: Blue

Outfits:

Regular - Red coat, white t-shirt, blue navy pants and blue sneakers, also wears a pair of black shades

Training - White tank top and matching pants, with a green and pink belt with purple highlights

Facial features: Buck two front teeth

Other: Small scar on the bottom of his chin

Personality: He tries very hard to look and be cool wherever he goes, but it's really a shell of whom he really is, and only Timmy and his Pokémon know for a long while. Not that he doesn't get cocky or arrogant sometimes, but he's more mellow more than anything. Despite being the same age, he's very protective of Timmy, and such events to trigger this can actually break the arrogant shell he holds. He's been like such since the Beedrill incident. He's also secretly a nerd but hides his high intelligence with sass (or with sass if needed). But in private, likes to geek out with Timmy of their favorite Pokémon and trainers in the world.

Hometown: Dimmsdale

Starter: Chimchar (Nicknamed Jazz)

Family:

Mrs. Turner (Estranged)

Mr. Turner (Estranged)

Wanda Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godmother / Adopted Mom)

Cosmo Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godfather / Adopted Dad)

Poof Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godbrother / Adopted Older Brother / Older twin of Foop)

Foop Anthony Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godbrother / Adopted Older Brother / Younger twin of Poof)

Timmy Fairywinkle-Cosma (or 'Tim Tim') (Twin brother) (Younger by 1 minute)

Best Friend (s): Timmy, Foop, A.J., and Chester (latter two redundant to admit)

Acquittances: Remy and Trixie

Rivals: Tad, Chad, Remy, and Francis

Enemies: Teams Mishap, Team Smaug, Francis, Vicky, and anyone who hurts his family

Possible Love Interest (s): Kinda flirts with anyone, but secretly has a crush on either Chad, A.J., or Trixie (he kinda flirts so much, that he has no idea what is genuine till later on.) 

Pokémon Team:

Nickname -> Pokemon -> Ability -> Moves

Jazz | Chimchar -> Monferno -> Infernape | Blaze | Mach Punch -> Close Combat, Ember -> Fire Spin -> Fire Blast, Flame Wheel -> Flame Charge -> Flare Blitz, Iron Tail, Dual Chop, Shadow Claw, Stone Edge, Acrobatics, and Attract

*Maximus | Weedle -> Kakuna -> Beedrill | Sniper | Pin Missile

Gladiator | Scraggy -> Scrafty | Moxie |

Titan | Krokorok -> Krookodile | Intimidate |

Ivy | Mienfoo -> Mienshao | Inner Focus |

Luna | Egg -> Eevee -> Umbreon | Synchronize |

In Rotation:

*Crystal | Sylveon | Cute Charm | Charm, Quick Attack, Swift, Moonblast, Detect, Dig, Psyshock, and Shadow Ball

[audioaujom]

(1) Patton's First Day

LTWF Hub, next >

Word Count: 1241

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“Hey there, roomie! As much as I’d love to give you a cheerful good morning, your alarm has been going off for five straight minutes!”

Patton sat straight up, his eyes blown wide with the abrupt absence of sleep as he fumbled for his phone to turn off the blaring alarm. “Gah, sorry! Must be a deeper sleeper than I thought.”

“It’s no problem! Just figured I’d give you the wake up call while I’m on the way out.” Roman—his quite dramatic and very awake roommate—smiled at his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door, before glancing back over his shoulder at the bed. “In order to be a proper college student, you must either be exhausted or hungover at all times, anyway.”

“Thanks!” Patton managed as he forced himself to smile bright despite the exhaustion, before taking a breath to calm himself and flop back onto his pillow. Staring at the ceiling, he began waiting for his heart rate to go back down from the shocking wake up and mumbling, “…morning to you too.”

“All good, compadre! I’d tell you how long you have ‘til your first class but the truth is I have no idea what your schedule is.” Roman ran a hand back through his light brown hair to push the fringes out of his face, grabbing a letterman jacket from his closet and slipping it on over his red t-shirt. “I know you told me, but I wasn’t listening in the slightest. Anyway, I’m off to class and after I’m meeting some friends for lunch, so I’ll be back late. Hope you have a good day!”

When did he have time to meet people? We’ve only been here for like a week!

Patton lifted his head up enough to watch Roman leave, the room falling silent except for the hum of the air conditioner and the distant traffic from the nearby busy city street. He blinked, before rolling his eyes and sighing in relief.

He’s a nice guy, I’m sure, but man is he a lot.

Patton rolled over to check his phone, seeing the time as 10:51. 

My first class isn’t until 12, but I should find lunch before then. …which means I’ve got a few extra minutes to spend in bed.

Dozing lightly in bed until the snoozed alarm went off less than ten minutes later, Patton slowly rolled out of bed and stretched as he stood up. Hunting through his closet while stifling a yawn, Patton stopped for a moment to sleepily look over his reflection.

Bright, sky blue eyes tiredly traced the outline of his messy bush of auburn hair from behind the round rims of his glasses, a worn t-shirt hanging awkwardly off one of his shoulders and sagging over his shorts as he turned to instead look over the contents of his closet for something to wear.

One lightweight flannel-patterned jacket and a pair of washed out jeans later had Patton jogging across campus a little wildly, his backpack banging against him as he all but skidded through the second set of front doors that he hoped would actually lead into Thaw Hall.

102… 102…  Patton repeated in his head as he scanned the numbers on the wall by the classroom doors, hurrying his steps and taking the next set of stairs two at a time. Almost running late, he finally spotted 102 around the top corner of the second flight of stairs, cautiously stepping in through the open door to look around for an empty seat.

“Hello. Are you here for Stars, Galaxies, and Cosmos class designation 1060-10462?”

“Oh my good gracious stars!” Patton nearly jumped out of his skin, wide eyes turning to the level voice that spoke from beside him. “Yes, I— I am. Sorry, I just… I didn’t notice you there, friendo!”

Beside Patton’s flustered form in the doorway stood a boy who appeared to be about the same age, confused hazel eyes blinking slowly as if taking in his response. A pair of lensless, black plastic glasses were perched on his nose, and he was dressed smartly: a short sleeve black dress suit with a blue tie, and dark slacks with a belt and shoes. Patton felt a rush of heat to his chest at the sight of the brown hair just long enough to fall in front of his glasses and eyes, his heart skipping a beat.

“That is quite alright. Feel free to find an open seat. My name is Logan, and I’ll be your ATA for this semester.”

ATA? What’s that? Instead of asking the pressing question on his mind, Patton smiled as brightly as he could, sticking an awkward hand out for a shake while introducing, “Awesome! I’m Patton!”

“It is nice to meet you, Patton.” Logan smiled softly, Patton’s legs almost giving out beneath him as Logan grasped his hand.

AHHH COLD COLD COLD COLD—

Looking down, Patton was surprised to notice that coldness was because Logan’s hands were entirely metal, the skin of his upper arms disappearing around the elbow to expose the mechanics all the way down to his fingertips. Patton’s brain was entirely mush, not fully registering Logan’s robotic nature as he smiled goofily and let go of the handshake with an awkward chuckle. “You too!”

Not leaving Logan any time to reply, Patton dashed away through the row of empty desks to find a seat towards the middle of the room, dropping his backpack beside him and pressing his hands to his face in an attempt to cool them down.

You go to a tech school with robots and AI and such, so why are you surprised? Virgil told you about the teaching bots already.

Though he failed to mention how hecking cute they—

He cut off his own train of thought as the professor loudly announced their presence by dropping their bag onto the front desk, drawing everyone’s attention up front.

Taking a notebook out and flipping to the front page, Patton doodled a loopy title with colored pens as the professor introduced himself, only half listening until—

“—and this is Logan. He’s a teaching bot developed by the school, and he will be serving as the Automated Teaching Assistant for this class and recitation.”

So that’s what ATA stands for.

Patton’s gaze wandered from his page at the mention of the android sitting at another desk at the front, quietly admiring him for a moment before realizing that the professor had already started lecturing and he needed to pay attention.

The hour and fifteen minutes passed in a blink.

Patton ended up with a page and a half full of rather messy intro notes and absolutely nothing—a few small sketches of Logan—in the margins of the page, tucking his notebook away in his backpack as the other students quickly vacated the room. Taking a brief moment to press some wrinkles out of his shirt and adjust his glasses, Patton quickly gathered the rest of his things and hurried for the door.

As he was one of the last ones to leave, Patton stalled his steps long enough to tap lightly on Logan’s desk to get his attention before slipping out the door and calling, “Bye Logan! I'll see you Wednesday!”

“Oh, um, yes. You will.”

Patton disappeared quickly out the door, barely hearing Logan’s reply and entirely missing the way two hazel eyes flickered to follow him out of the classroom.

[mercyfullkate]

It's really cold so gather round, I'm going to tell you about the last time it was this cold and what happened.

I had a ticket to see Avatar (the band) play Louisville, KY on January 16, 2018. I'd planned to leave work a few hours early that day to drive the four hours or so to Louisville, but a snowstorm moved in that morning and the college where I work was closed that day and the next.

I live in east Tennessee. It doesn't usually get very cold here but this was one of those Arctic blast storms where the temperature drops to well below freezing and everyone stays home because we don't know how to drive in snow. But I had a concert to attend! I'd only become a fan of Avatar recently when I saw them open for In This Moment, and I wasn't going to miss seeing them as a headliner. So I put on the wool underclothes I wear for hiking in cold weather, and heavy wool hiking socks, and over that jeans, t-shirt, hoodie, and hiking boots. I also put a wool scarf and mittens in the car and figured I'd be fine. It wasn't snowing yet although the sky was low and leaden.

I headed north on I-75 and by the time I reached the Kentucky border the snow had started. The roads were bad and I drove slowly, but my main trouble was keeping the windshield clear enough to see where I was going. I was driving a 2011 Mini Cooper that had a lot of miles on it and was cranky about the cold, and while the windshield wiper fluid has antifreeze stuff in it AFAIK, the little nozzles that squirt the wiper fluid froze over after the first time I used them.

I stopped for gas at the Berea, KY exit (because I went to Berea College and know the area!), cleaned the windshield, got some hot chocolate, talked to the gas station attendant about how yeah, this was a bad snowstorm and the plows couldn't keep up, and got back in my car. And I drove and drove through the snow all the way up to Lexington. All this time the temperature hovered around 12 degrees Fahrenheit. I listened to music really loud and ran the heater and was fine.

The snow had mostly stopped by the time I passed Lexington and was on the last leg to Louisville. The roads were clear although there were spots of ice under the overpasses. No problem, I kept it slow and arrived in Louisville with several hours to kill.

I went to a music shop and bought a used crash cymbal, visited a few book stores and bought some books, and finished up at a Panera where I drank coffee and watched out the window, killing time. I was excited about the concert and didn't want to arrive too early. It was at the Mercury Ballroom downtown, where I'd never been before, and I think doors opened at 6pm. I finally couldn't wait any longer and left a little after 5pm.

Traffic was light. Most people had gone home from work early because of the bad weather and I think schools had been closed too. It didn't take me too long to reach downtown after all.

I arrived well before 6pm and found parking in a snowy lot only a few minutes from the Mercury. Parking was $5. I grabbed my scarf and mittens because it was dark now, still about 12F, and snowing lightly. I walked down to find the end of the line and figured I could survive the cold for half an hour or so.

Now, this was a metal concert and almost no one was dressed for the cold. I wasn't even wearing a coat! Almost no one was. And before long we were all truly miserable, hunched up and shivering. 6pm came and went. 7pm came and went. By the time doors opened I couldn't feel my toes at all.

It turned out that the lines weren't marked and I'd waited in line for 90 minutes in 12 degree weather in the VIP line, and me and everyone around me got sent to the end of the actual line behind people who'd only just arrived.

Anyway, we made it in and it was nice and warm inside. This was pre-Covid and everyone scrunched in together. The opening act was a magic/freak show called (I think) Hellzapoppin, and I hate that sort of thing so I just hid behind a tall guy so I couldn't see. By the time Avatar took the stage, my toes had finally thawed and I could feel them again.

Avatar always puts on a great show and I really enjoyed the concert. Despite everything I've typed, this story isn't actually about the concert. Afterwards I decided to drive toward home, and if the roads were bad I'd stop somewhere and find a hotel, and if not I'd just drive home.

Moonlight glowed on snow-covered fields. The interstate was almost deserted. The roads were clear after all even after I reached Lexington and headed south on I-75, so I just kept driving. The temperature at this point was around 5 degrees Fahrenheit. My car lit up its "don't like cold weather" check-engine light, but that happened every time it got too cold. This also isn't a story about car trouble.

At the time I was living in a little town north of Knoxville, and I reached it about 3:30am. I was sleepy but was off work the next day so was looking forward to sleeping in, then messing around on my drum kit with the new cymbal I'd bought.

Norris, Tennessee has a public field in the middle of town called the commons, where kids play soccer and the town shoots off fireworks in summer. As always, I looked across the commons as I drove past it, because my house was just visible beyond a little hill. And as I looked, I saw that my house was on fire.

The two minutes or so that it took me to reach home were probably the most terrifying of my life. I took mental stock as I drove carefully on the icy road: I had no pets or people living with me at the time, my wallet was with me, and things can be replaced. I was okay. I could get replacement family pictures from other family members. It was a pity about my book collection and drum kit, but again: just things.

As I came around the last corner, I realized it wasn't my house on fire after all! But that was even worse, because my nearest neighbor was elderly and almost deaf. What if it was her house? What if no one had reported the fire yet and she was trapped in her house?

But by the time I reached my driveway, with relief I realized the fire was another door down, a house that had stood empty for several years. And I also saw fire trucks in the road, battling flames that were taller than the surrounding trees.

The neighborhood smelled of smoke. My house smelled of smoke. I took my new cymbal and new Avatar t-shirt inside and wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to shower and go to bed, but I imagined a fireman pounding on my door telling me my roof was alight, and me having to grab a towel and bathrobe to escape into the frozen night. So I stayed in my sweaty concert clothes and watched the fire through the window for almost an hour.

There were several inches of snow on my roof, though, and I suspect that's why the fire didn't spread. Finally I showered and went to bed, but woke only a few hours later with a headache from the smoke. The empty house had burned down completely.

No one was hurt, fortunately. My deaf neighbor had been the one to call 911 when she smelled smoke. My crash cymbal was worth what I paid for it. I ended up with an ear infection from standing in the cold so long without a hat.

That's all. That's a longwinded story about how I drove to see a concert in sub-zero snowy weather and returned home to a house fire two doors down. But it was all okay and you should totally check out Avatar (the band) if you're not already familiar with them. I got to see them again this summer in Knoxville at what turned out to be their 1000th live show, and it was great and nothing burned down afterwards.

[justwritedreams]

Fuck what your father says | Jeno

Jeno x Reader, high school au! Word count: 5751 (it seemed a lot smaller when i wrote it lol) Genre: fluff Author: maari Warnings: mentions of Jeno getting into a fight with bullies, overprotective parents, language just two or three words. Note: I needed an excuse to write based on the song what you father says by the vamps and there it is. Request: hiii, can i request a jeno fic where reader has overprotective parents and studies in an all girl school + a younger sister who also studies in the same school while jeno studies in the neighbouring all boy school? then like the plotline is upto you heheh thank you so much i really love your work!!

⪢ NCT Masterlist

Growing up with strict parents was never a problem. Y/N understood the reasons, she knew her parents were just wanting to protect her from what one day in the past happened to them. She understood why they had rules for when they went out with friends for birthdays, they'd take them and pick them up. She understood why they'd put her and her little sister in a high school that only girls attended, wouldn't be distracted by the hormone-ridden boys. She understood why they had a certain time to get home, until eight in the evening, so it wouldn't interfere with the schedule the next day. She understood parental protection, because that was their duty. But all that didn't make sense when she met Jeno. Jeno. She loved his name. It all started when a moving truck stopped at the front house 3 months ago. Y/N was studying in the room and heard the loud laughter, it caught her attention that she went to the window and saw him for the first time. Jeno shone, the good laugh made Y/N laugh unconsciously, he helped his parents take things into the house that would become of Lee family from that day on. And of course, even watching from afar, she couldn't help but notice the boy's beauty. She'd never had contact with so many guys, just a few distant relatives, so seeing Jeno kindled something inside her. Even though he was smiling innocently and wearing very plain clothes, a white T-shirt, light jeans and black shoes, she could see how defined his shoulders were. She'd never seen such broad shoulders, not in person, she'd seen some shirtless actors in the movies. But Jeno was real and now her neighbor. And seeing him there, she understood when schoolmates called a boy hot. That was the word that defined Jeno. The next day, Jeno's mother showed up at the door, introducing herself to Y/N's mother and from there, the two became friends. And that garnered some comments at dinner, when everyone was gathered around the table. Y/N found out that Jeno went to the neighborhood school where only boys attended, which meant that his parents were also strict like hers. And in the next few weeks she saw him arrive along with the friends who stayed until the end of the afternoon at his house. That's when all her convictions started to fall apart. She wanted to have this experience, it would be nice to spend the afternoon with her friends without having to study, just having fun without having to go to the mall for it on a specific day. But the first time she actually spoke to Jeno days later was a pure accident.

"Y/N!" her sister yelled at the head of the stairs and she huffed loudly, losing concentration brutally. "What?" She yelled back, waiting for the answer that didn't come. She got up from her desk chair and went downstairs, finding her sister standing in front of the pantry looking up. "I can't reach Tommy's food." The sister complained and Y/N smiled slightly. It was the sister's job to feed the pet that day. "I'll get it for you, bring him here." She asked as she went to the package on the top shelf and her sister went. The excited dog, as soon as the youngest opened the door to the room where he was, ran through the house like a rocket. And Y/N laughed, until she saw that the back door was open, she put the food down and looked at the dog. The pet took turns glancing between her and the back door, and when she started to grab him, he ran again. "Hold him!" She asked for her sister but it was too late, Tommy was already running to the back door and Y/N followed him, trying to catch up. "No, Tommy!" The dog seemed to think it was a joke and headed out of the house, crossing the street and ending up right in front of the house while Y/N ran awkwardly after him, yelling for him to come back. She stopped when she saw Tommy sniffing someone's leg and when that someone bent down to pick it up, she really saw who it was. Jeno. There he was, plain again, in a blue sweatshirt and comfortable black pants. She didn't want to be so obvious by looking him over from head to toe, but this time she was facing him and thanked Tommy for taking his attention even momentarily. So she could closely observe every detail that hadn't been possible in the last few weeks. He was more handsome than he looked through her window. The black hair falling into the eyes, the thin and well-shaped face, the protruding nose, the pink and full lips. Not even her favorite actors were so beautiful like that, almost sculpted by the gods. No, in fact Apollo himself would be jealous of Jeno. When she stopped to look into his eyes, Jeno turned away from Tommy and looked at her. Firmly and intensely. Y/N felt her whole body shiver as their eyes met. The dark irises traced her face. "Hello." he smiled sweetly and she practically melted. A boy was supposed to be this handsome and with a voice so…attractive? Were all men like this? "Hi." She replied shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Is this dog yours?" he asked as stroked Tommy's ear, which he seemed to like. Another thing Y/N noticed was Jeno's hands, wide and big, the strong veins bulging out made her breath a little more labored and certain thoughts that she never had, appeared. Like if they were as soft as they looked, if they were strong enough to… Y/N shook her head to clear the thoughts. "Yes, that's Tommy." she replied, feeling her entire body on fire, not just her cheeks. "Well, Tommy, I think it's time to go with your owner." Jeno laughed and she smiled, the sound was even more pleasant to hear up close. Jeno returned the dog to Y/N and their hands touched for a few seconds but that made the two face each other again, Jeno had his body leaning forward to be able to deliver the dog safely and obviously closer, even though he still had one chasm of distance between the two, Y/N noticed how taller he was in person. Y/N smiled shyly and lowered her head, pretending to be busy adjusting Tommy on her lap, it was actually because of Jeno. "I'm Jeno." He introduced himself and Y/N lifted her head, looking at him. He'd moved away and she hadn't liked it that much. I know that, she thought. "Y/N, I'm your next door neighbor." She quickly turned her body to the house behind her, as her hands were full. "It's nice to finally meet you!" she frowned, cocking her head to the side, confused. "My mom, she mentioned that there was a teenager my age in the house across the street, but it's the first time I've seen you." Probably because she was too busy studying and watching him through her bedroom window. "Well, I have to go in. It was nice meeting you, and you too Tommy." Jeno spoke cordially and Y/N just nodded, not knowing how to respond. She walked away as he entered the house and walked back to hers, seeing her sister standing at the front door. Y/N turned around in time to see Jeno smiling at her before closing the door. "You're not going to say anything to Dad." Y/N asked and the sister raised her eyebrow. "I do your homework." "Deal."

[...]

Over the next few weeks, Jeno seemed to want to keep in touch with Y/N ​​somehow. He always sat on the front steps of the house or on the sidewalk, sometimes with friends and sometimes with a guitar. Anyway, he always looked at Y/N's house waiting for something or someone to show up. She saw everything through her bedroom window and always felt the same desire to run to talk to him until dawn, forget about studies, school, friends and even her parents' rules. But that seemed impossible, not only because of the strict parents' rules and because their schedules were never close. But because apparently Y/N's father had a really bad opinion of Jeno. Y/N and Jeno's dad worked together, that's why the Lee family moved in across the street, a big promotion at work and there they were, in the same neighborhood, the same street. Jeno's father was talking to Y/N's father about his son, and all Y/N heard from his father was that he was bad news.

"Mr. Lee said his son got into trouble at school. He hit a classmate, what kind of guy does that?" Y/N's father looked indignant and she swallowed her food harder, feeling her throat clog. Jeno didn't seem aggressive that day when he held Tommy, but of course she would never say that in front of her father because he would have a whirlwind of questions as well as scolding. She already knew her father's speech, so she was silent as he told her how bad Jeno was. So this was how good girls felt about bad guys? Confused but tempted to get to know them even more? Jeno had such a beautiful smile, she couldn't see him punching someone unless he had a good reason to. People don't punch each other for no reason, right? “Did you hear, Y/N?” she heard her father speak and raised her head to face him, everyone still waiting for an answer from her. "What?" "Stay away from him, you're not the right girl for that kind of guy." he warned and she just shook her head. Unfortunately, for the first time in her life, she didn't want to hear what her father was saying.

Later that day, when everyone else had gone to bed, Tommy woke Y/N to let her know that he had done his business and she only understood that the place would need to be washed when she went downstairs. Tommy was very hygienic and wouldn't sleep until his environment was clean, which meant he wouldn't let Y/N sleep. "Dad will kill me if he finds out I'm awake at this hour." she looked back at the kitchen clock and sighed. Eleven at night and there she was cleaning the dog rug because it was fresh. "Just to clean up your mess, Tommy." The sister had probably failed to close the door to Tommy's place. She shook her head, heading outside through the back door and washing the rug as she left Tommy in his place. As she yawned and the water fell, she saw movement in the house across the street. Curious, she craned her head until she could see Jeno sneaking out of the house with his hand over the face. She watched him sit on the sidewalk, his arms braced on his knees and his head down as he seemed to talk to himself. Y/N put the water and Tommy's rug aside when she saw Jeno's injured hands, on impulse she walked out of the back of the house and crossed the street carefully so as not to make any noise that could wake the parents. She felt her whole body shake as he looked up to see who had approached, not just because of her thin pajamas but also because of his eyes. They were just as intense, but this time there was a bruise near his eyebrow that made her heart clench. They were silent for a while, Y/N had her arms behind her and was playing with her fingers while Jeno looked at her curiously. “Do you want help with the bruises?” she asked quietly, pointing to his face, Jeno lowered his gaze for a while, pondering. "I don’t want to bother." he replied sincerely, looking back at her in time to see her smile slightly. “It wouldn’t be kind of me to leave my neighbor without a bandage.” Y/N didn't know where that courage was coming from, or maybe the lack of shame, but she wanted to help Jeno in some way and also get closer. Even in the dead of night, hidden from her parents. It was the only opportunity she could find. Jeno laughed softly and got up from the sidewalk, getting a little closer to Y/N who stared at him wordlessly. Should guys look good even with a bruise on their face? She nodded to him and walked back to the house, followed by him, entered the back door and indicated the kitchen stool for him to sit on while she went to get the first-aid kit that her mother kept in the living room. When she came back, Jeno was sitting and watching her intently, her legs were shaking and that was why she climbed on the bench to stand taller than him and clean the wound. She took what she needed and turned to take a better look at him, she swallowed hard when realized how close she was to him. Maybe it was a bad idea but why did it feel so right? Subtly, she placed a hand on his face and Jeno chuckled low. "What's it?" she asked quietly, trying not to let herself be mesmerized by him. "Your hand is cold." he whispered and she smiled shyly. Y/N's other hand began to work on the bruise on his eyebrow. "Forgive me." she spoke and Jeno closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if to say that everything was fine. It took a lot of self-control for her not to shift her attention to his inviting eyes, especially when he was breathing so close to her. Everything was going fine when suddenly, Jeno brought both hands to her waist, the thin Y/N pajamas didn't stop her from feeling the heat of his palms on her skin, making a shiver go up her spine. “Is it okay if I do this?” he asked, the low tone in which they spoke was making the whole room that much warmer and more tempting. "Yes." she replied weakly, not taking her eyes off his eyebrow even though his gaze on her burned her insides. But in a good, very good way. It was more than okay, she wanted to say. After she thought it was enough, Y/N removed her hand and the dirty cotton, she discarded it on the countertop and took a band aid, she put it on the wound and without realizing it, her fingers made a gentle caress on the skin. “Did you get hurt anywhere else?” she asked, pushing Jeno's hands away. In her peripheral vision, she saw he nodded and waited for him to say where. But that didn't happen. In fact, Jeno got up from the stool, standing at the same height as her face and she swallowed hard once more, she didn't even know her body could produce so much saliva that way, until she felt her skin quickly cool down after his hands left her waist. She kept her eyes lowered and Jeno lifted his shirt over his head and left his torso bare. Simple like that. Her eyes widened of their own volition and even in the dark, she knew he could probably see that she was blushing. No, rather, her whole face had turned into a real tomato. She opened her mouth a few times but no sound came out until she saw a bandage near his ribs. His ribs weren't the only thing she noticed, his thin, pale waist, his abs that were defined but not overly defined like she'd seen in movies, was perfect. With shaking hands, she touched the bandage that was smeared with blood, Jeno jumped when her still cold hands touched his skin. "Sorry." she grimaced and glared at him quickly, Jeno laughed but raised his arms so she had better access. Y/N took off the bandage slowly, afraid of hurting him even more, and felt a pain when he saw the cut still open. Quickly she took a new cotton to clean that area too and took the same care with that bruise, in silence she took care of that region, doing the same as she did with the bruise on his face, even the almost imperceptible caressing in his skin when she finished. "I think it's over now." she announced even though it wasn't necessary and looked at him quickly. Jeno turned until he was facing her, with a smile that lit up more than the moon. “Thank you so much for your nursing skills.” Y/N felt her cheeks burn even more and felt his hot fingers on her chin, causing her to lift her head and their eyes to meet. "Thank you for taking care of me." he was being so sincere it took her by surprise. It was almost as if no one had done it for him. "I just didn't want it to hurt any more." she pressed her lips together in a thin line, uncertain. "It didn't just hurt me." he admitted and she looked at him confused. "The guy I beat up, he sure is worse than I am." “What… what happened?” she clasped her hands, not sure if he would like to talk about it, let alone with her. “I thought the neighborhood already knew.” he accused and she shrugged. “The part where you hit someone, yes.” Jeno shook his head and took a deep breath before starting. “I didn't hit someone because I like fights. I don't like bullies. A guy was making fun of one of my friends for being short, I didn't want to get involved until he pushed Renjun for being quiet. I know I went too far, but I only did it to protect my friend. You don't know how harmful schoolmates can be.” Oh, actually Y/N did. There were bullies at her school too, by sheer luck none of them had messed with her yet. But even if it was inappropriate, she smiled upon hearing it. She liked Jeno's courage, she had to admit that. Few people faced bullies, most were always afraid, but apparently not Jeno. “Did you hit him a lot?” she asked curiously and that caught Jeno's attention. He looked at her almost as if he couldn't believe she had liked it. "I broke his nose." he admitted, through no fault of his own, and she smiled. “I admire those who defend those who need it. Daddy don't hear me say that but it served the bully right.” she chuckled low and Jeno smiled. He approached, placing his hands on the bench beside Y/N's body, who stopped laughing instantly. He was too close. Dangerously close, as no other boy has been before. "Why would a good girl like you help a bad guy like me?" his breath hit her face, and she had to blink a few times. But is it possible that even his breath was attractive? "You're not bad!" Jeno smirked and brought his torso forward, causing Y/N to take back or else their noses would touch. Not that she didn't want to, it was just pure instinct. “And how do you know?” “Because I watch you.” she responded quickly and regretted it instantly. She didn't want to look like a stalker. Jeno kept his smile and raised an eyebrow. "That's good to know because I'm watching you too." he replied and no matter how shy she was, Jeno's bright eyes held her there and she couldn't take the attention away from them. It was like looking up close at the stars. "When you're studying in your room all afternoon or when you're chasing Tommy around the room because he took a sock from you." Y/N bit her lip to contain her silly smile. Mom always warned that when Y/N and her sister got home from school, they needed to leave the curtains open so the house would be brighter. Apparently Jeno enjoyed watching her as much as she watched him. “Can I do something?” he whispered and she just nodded, didn't even have the strength to answer. Slowly, as if the world was spinning in their time, Jeno brought a hand to her warm cheek and brought his face closer to hers, which didn't back down this time, she felt her heart beat against her ribs but she didn't want to do anything but look at it. Unlike what she thought at first, he placed a soft, wet kiss on her other cheek, making her close her eyes to just feel the contact. His heavy breath hit her skin, sending another shiver down her spine and only stopped when he pulled away, forcing her to open her eyes again to see that he was millimeters away from breaking the distance she had been hating. "Jeno, I..." she spoke weakly and he stood there, so close that their lips brushed against each other as she spoke. "What?" She didn't know how to say it, never imagined she would be in that kind of situation inside her parents' kitchen, but she wanted so badly to satisfy her wildest desires. "I...have no experience." was what she managed to say and if Jeno was further away, he wouldn't hear as her voice didn't come out at the end. Even admitting it out loud, she didn't have that much confidence at the moment and wanted to look away from him but the hand that was still holding her cheek also remained, so she could see that his gaze didn't change. He was still looking at her with a twinkle in his eye, not the way her friends said guys would look at a girl when she assumed she hadn't kissed before as if she was a trophy. But with Jeno it was different from the beginning. "If you don’t want-" "I do." she confessed, too quickly. She didn't want to give him time to pull away, because it felt so good to have him there so close, his wide hand on her cheek emitting a warmth she'd never felt before, so comforting. Jeno blinked in agreement, and the hand that was on her cheek went up to her eyebrow and down all over her eye, silently indicating for her to close and that's what she did. Breathing hard, she just waited, feeling his hand return to her cheek. It was a soft touch that tickled Y/N's lips a little, but it was enough for her to feel her whole body trembling. Not from the cold because of the pajamas but from anxiety. His lips were soft and full, she just felt all the passion she thought a kiss should have as he moved forward, capturing her lips with desire that made her sigh. Y/N, not knowing what to do, felt that Jeno directed the hand that was on her cheek to the back of her neck and brought her closer as she tried to imitate his movements, even though every little hair on her body stood up when he grabbed her by the back of her neck and that her heart was now warming in a unique and different way. But she lost herself completely, giving herself up for good, when she felt his tongue on her lips and she opened her mouth for the kiss to become deeper, even though unsure if she was doing it right, she took the opportunity to place her hands on his shoulder. While his free hand went to her thigh, moving down to her calf and pulling her closer to his waist., Y/N got the message and did the same with the other leg, hugging him completely and feeling a gigantic fire grow. It was as if they had gone from a simple spark to pure lava. The hand that was on her cheek went down her spine, making her sigh against his lips and even though she felt short of breath, she didn't want to stop. Jeno brought both hands to her waist and without them noticing, he leaned over and put light pressure on her to lie down on the counter. Jeno broke the kiss and ragged breath met as well as eyes. Although Y/N ​​wanted to kiss him again, she had enjoyed so much the sensation and the way her body had reacted, but she didn't have the strength. Her hands were shaking as she felt the warm, soft skin between her palms and the way he was looking at her was mesmerizing, she didn't want to do anything but continue like this. Hugging him, feeling every inch of her body being dominated by Jeno. He brought a hand up to her face and gently caressed her face, and she closed her eyes. However, they became alert when a noise was heard upstairs. Y/N pushed Jeno away, feeling extremely cold, as he searched for his shirt to put it on again. She took the box and threw it in the first drawer she found and heard footsteps at the top of the stairs, she knew that steady walk and felt panic. "It’s my dad." the voice didn't come out but Jeno managed to read her lips and tried to run to the back door as she pushed him apprehensively. Jeno took her hand quickly and she looked at him, she didn't want him to leave but if her father found her there with him, shirtless… things would be worse than they already were. Y/N took turns looking between the stairs and Jeno, not knowing what to say, she just nodded for him to go just before they were discovered. He did, rushing through the back doors as she sighed. “Daughter, what are you doing up at this hour?” she jumped in shock and turned around to find her father standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She swallowed, afraid her father might have seen Jeno there. "I… heard a noise." “Me too, stay here. I'll see outside.” she nodded as her father walked past her and headed outside the house the same way Jeno had come. Y/N clasped her hands together nervously and turned to wait for her father, hoping Jeno had time to hide. When her father returned, she felt her heart stop in her throat. "It's okay, let's go back to sleep." he announced as he closed the back door and Y/N took a deep breath, thanking for being saved this time. She went in front of her father and said good night as she was about to close her bedroom door, received an answer and closed it, feeling relieved that her father hadn't found Jeno there. If they had continued to kiss, they would hardly have heard the older man on the stairs and then they would have been screwed. Just with the memory of that moment, she smiled and brought her hand to her lips, she could still feel the texture of Jeno's lips. She wanted to laugh, when she would have imagined that the first kiss would be with someone like Jeno. But she didn't regret it, it had been better than she had even dreamed of. Before going back to bed, she appeared at the window and her smile widened when she saw Jeno standing on the sidewalk of his house. He seemed to expect her to appear at the window. He pointed his finger at her, then he motioned as if were going to sleep and then pointed to himself. As soon as she understood what he meant, she blushed and nodded, waving her hand goodbye before walking away. Jeno was right, she would dream about him that night. And in all the others to come. [...] The weeks passed and it became routine for the two to meet secretly at night when the whole street was asleep. Although Y/N ​​hated lying to her parents, it wasn't like she could tell that she was liking Jeno, or that they made out when given the opportunity. She knew the rules and even respected them, but she could no longer follow them. Sleep early to have a good day at school? She didn't. Pay attention in class? No, all she could think about was Jeno. Study during the afternoon in her room? Impossible, she really liked to look at him through the window. And being in the kitchen of the house reminded her of the night they had their first kiss. In short, everything she did was reminiscent of Jeno. As rumors about him passed from mouth to mouth down the street, Y/N's mouth was too busy kissing his. It wasn't a difficult task for her to get involved more than she should have, Jeno was captivating, the complete opposite of the bad boy the neighborhood insisted on labeling him. But none of that mattered to Y/N as when realized she was already terribly in love with Jeno and without being able to tell anyone. Apparently, now she understood why Juliet had fought so hard to live her love with Romeo. Jeno made everything easier, including her breaking some rules, spending time with him meant forgetting about the complicated world even for a few hours. She trusted him with her biggest secrets, like her desire to skydive or read erotic books, and Jeno did the same. The feeling there was mutual and soon it became difficult to control and hide. Y/N was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her sister who was taking a shower upstairs. "Hey." she heard the familiar voice and looked in the direction, smiling to see that Jeno was there. "Hey." she dropped the glass on the table and walked over to him. Jeno opened his arms and she promptly threw herself on him, feeling him hug her tight and also how sweaty he was. “Did you leave school early?” “Yep, we had training for the games, the coach always releases us early.” he explained and Y/N moved away, smiling. She would like to see Jeno training soccer, he was one of the main players on the team, he even won some championships. "Since I didn't see your dad's car out front, I assumed you were alone." spoke as he raised one of his hands to the back of her neck. Y/N's reaction to the contact was the same as the first time he'd done it, a shiver running through her spine. Jeno leaned down to kiss her softly and she kissed him back, tasting the salty sweat. Although she had imagined that she would hate it in the future, with Jeno she actually liked it. Seeing him sweaty did things to her body that she'd never felt before, especially in a certain area of ​​her body. “Hmm.” she pulled away, sensing that he wasn't pleased they ended the kiss so quickly, and placed her hand on his shoulder. "My sister is there." Jeno sighed. "Can't you lock her in her room for like five minutes?" he asked with a cute face and she laughed softly. "You have 10 minutes until she gets back." she warned, seeing him smile widely, his eyes almost closing completely in the way she adored. "So it's a great opportunity to let you know that Mark got that cabin from his parents." brought his mouth close to her ear and spoke softly. “All weekend. Just for the two of us.” It wasn't just a shiver that Y/N felt, it seemed to be a whole wave of electricity that landed on a fixed point on her body. A point that Jeno seemed to tease unknowingly with each passing day. Y/N took a deep breath as lowered her head, it was a tempting offer. All she wanted was to be alone with Jeno, in peace and away from everyone else. But the reality was quite different from what she wanted. "You know my parents would never let me go away for a whole weekend." remembered and her hands went down to Jeno's biceps. She was ready to pull away from his embrace when he pressed her against his body even tighter, anticipating what she would do. “We can find a way.” "How? Because I won't be able to lie to them about it.” “Do you want to tell the truth about us?” he asked and she was silent. It would be the right choice, that's what they should have done from the start. “Jeno, my father hates you. He's going to freak out if he knows I'm in love with a boy like you.” she shook her head, already imagining the scene without having realized what she had said. In fact, only noticed when she saw that Jeno was staring at her in surprise. “Are you in love with me?” Oops, she wasn't meant to be loud. Oh, you know what, fuck it! "I am!" she admitted, shrugging her shoulders. Jeno smiled widely and hugged her tighter, this time lifting her off the ground for a moment. He planted a few kisses on her cheek while she just laughed. "Then trust me." he put her back on the floor and held her by the face, making her stare intensely. "Because I'm in love with you too." She couldn't hide her big smile and didn't even want to. It was the confession she needed. “As for your father hating me-” "He doesn't just hate you." she interrupted him, putting her arms around his neck. "He hates your hair." she ran her hand over the strands, which were now bleached yellow. "You like pulling it when I'm kissing your neck." he shrugged. "His opinion is irrelevant." "He hates your bold ways." “You don't complain when my bold hands are on your thigh. Irrelevant again.” "He hates it when you're singing in the street with your friends." “You love that I sing very close to your ear.” Jeno leaned up to her ear and blew against her skin, causing Y/N to squeeze even tighter. Jeno was right about everything. "You know what?" he pulled away, looking at her again. "Fuck what your father says."

[unluckyhoneybee]

The handsome artist. 1. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Fidelity. Abigail's friend convinces her to get a tattoo, she is glad she did.

MASTERLIST. Moodboard and Playlist.

Note: here's the first part in celebration of Daniel's birthday! Hope you like it!

"How would it solve my problems?"

"It won't. But you would look so fucking good on it."

I looked at Molly. She wasn't a woman of good ideas. But she was definetly convincing me.

"And... What do I get?"

She opened a beer can and drank.

"What do you like?"

"Plants"

She laughed a bit and looked at me.

"Plants then." She sat with me. "Listen, I know this guy. He is good. Really. We can book an appointment and you can talk to him"

"And if I don't like it?"

"You don't get it. You go, tell him your idea and then see if he can do something. He works. With this other dude. The one who made my eagle. They are professionals. Trust me"

I sighed. It was a big decision. Probably not a way to solve my problem. Not a way to get over my ex.

"Can you book it? I'm shy"

She laughed hard.

"You are not shy, Abigail!"

.........

That's how I found myself in this place. Ham&Avo.

"Ham and Avocado? You brought me to a place called after a sandwich?."

"A good one, though. Just wait and see the handsome artist."

I gasped.

"Is he hot?"

"Hot? No. More. No words to describe that guy. You will like him he is your type."

"Molly! I just broke up with Arnie!"

"You don't have to have sex with him! And it was weeks ago".

I huffed and she laughed, pushing the door. A bell ran in the door.

The place smelled like wood. I stopped for a second to look around. Two different walls, one with a Ham written on it and the other with a Ric. The Ham wall had a bunch of pictures hanging. There were realistic tattoos. They were beautiful, almost like photographies. The guy could really draw. The Ric wall had different tattoos. They were more classic. They had this antique style. But they were beautiful even though.

"Girls!"

I turned around. A guy with soft voice and perfectly braided hair came out from one of the rooms.

"Hi Lewis!"

Fuck. She was right. He was handsome. But really my type?

"She is Abigail. She is having a rough patch and she wants to get a tattoo"

"You want me to get a tattoo." I specified. "Hi, Lewis"

"Hi Abigail. If you are having a rough patch then Danny is your guy"

Danny?

Molly smiled at me.

"He is finishing. Wait here. Want tea? Coffee?"

"Water, please"

Lewis served us two glasses of water with a smile.

"Which one is yours?" I said pointing at the walls.

"Ham. From Hamilton. Ric is my partner. Business partner. We are not married or something"

"Because you always say no, Lewis"

A voice, deeper than Lewis', made us look to the right. There was a man there. Oversized t-shirt and tight jeans made him look broad in the shoulders. A head full of black curls and a big nose made him look like some kind of God. Full lips were pink and swollen, as if he had just spent an hour biting them. He had a couple of days long beard and brown eyes. And fuck. Did he look good. He was handsome and definitely my type.

Molly's laugh snapped me out of my trance.

"Yeah, yeah." Lewis laughed too. "Girls... Well. You already know him, Molly. Abigail, this is Danny. Danny Ric. He will be your tattoo artist."

I swallowed hard and nodded slowly.

"Hi, Abigail. Nice to meet you"

He had a deep voice, but it sounded soft. Also, his accent told me he wasn't from here. Australian?

"Um. Nice to meet you too, Danny"

He reached for my hand, shaking it softly. He had long fingers and a rose on his thumb. It was the only tattoo I could see in the moment.

Daniel smiled, a smile that could shake worlds. Abigail, concentrate.

"Okay. Lewis is nice and all of that, but... Would you like to come in? My studio is right there."

"Oh, yes. Of course." Molly grabbed my arm and smiled.

"Good luck, girls." Lewis was really nice. He was sweet and warm, and his smile could make the most stoic man blush.

"T-thank you" I said letting a shaky breath out.

"Don't worry, darling. You are in good in good hands" With a wink, he left us with Danny.

We followed him to the studio. Behind a black door on the right side of the parlor, a small room with white and black walls was waiting for us. The was some drawings on the walls, a big clock and a hoodie hanging behind the door. On the right there was a big window which let a good amount of light in. Right under it, a table full of papers and different pens and pencils. Some drawings there were truly amazing. Danny was an artist.

"Sorry for that. I am designing this huge piece and... Hard work." He said laughing and covering the drawing. "It's confidential"

I turned around, slowly discovering new places and corners. There was a helmet. It was orange. Also a pair of vans in the floor. On the left side there was one of those snail stairs. They took to another floor, obviously, but a curtain covered it. Right under it and against the other wall, the chair. Black and bright leather, it had some parts slightly worned out.

"Well. Take a seat"

Danny sat on his chair and Molly and I in a couple of stools.

"Okay. I'm Daniel. You already know. And I work basically with old school and blackwork design. This are some of my pieces." He passed me a black folder. Daniel Ricciardo, 2020-2022. "They are recent so you can get an idea of how I'm working in the moment"

As he spoke he moved his hands. He gesticulated a lot and I discovered a 3 on his finger.

I opened the folder. The tattoos in there were stunning. They were carefully classified, a small tag on the corner told me if they were Old School or Blackwork.

"Wow, Daniel... They are stunning..." I whispered. The lines were so perfectly shaped. He truly had a good hand for drawing.

"Well, thank you." He had one of the best smiles I had ever seen. "Tell me, what do you have in mind"

I sighed and looked at Molly. She chuckled softly.

"She likes plants. She is going through a rough patch and I proposed a tattoo."

Daniel laughed.

"No ideas, then?"

I slowly shook my head.

"Okay..." He took a notebook and a pen and looked at me. "A rough patch?"

I nodded.

"Too rough?"

"Nothing she can't get over. It's just too recent."

Daniel nodded and wrote something.

"Okay, Abigail. You like plants. Do you have any tattoos?"

"Nop"

"Are you sure you want it?"

"90 per cent?"

He looked up from the notebook.

"I need 100%"

I swallowed. His glance was intense. His brown eyes were piercing mine.

"I don't know what to get. I cant be sure if I haven't seen it"

He laughed a bit.

"Good answer. I like you"

I blushed hard.

"Okay. I have this idea. It's not much. I will work on it if you gave me the green light"

He passed me the notebook and I gasped. I had drawn a branch and it was already beautiful. I couldn't identify the kind of plant, but he probably wasn't an expert so it was just generic.

"We can curve it, modify it and move it in the direction you want" He said rolling his chair closer to mine. Our knees touched.

Abigail, take deep breaths, please.

"I-I like it."

He looked at me and smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Yes"

"Good. Where would you like it? Arm, leg, back?"

"Um. I don't know really."

He smiled a bit.

"Okay. Listen. Why don't we get another appointment in a week? I will draw different patterns for different places. Just think about it, google stuff. Get some inspiration and if you need it just come over. We are here almost the whole day so..."

I nodded and bit my lip.

"Okay. Sounds good"

I shot Molly a quick glance and she gave me thumbs up.

"Any plant you like in particular? Flowers?"

"Argelian ivy" I said.

"Any special reason? Does it have a meaning?"

"Ivys are related with fidelity" I said trying to not sound affected.

Daniel gave me a weird look and then looked at Molly, who had those eyes. Those eyes she had been giving me for two weeks. Pity. Daniel saw it too, I was sure. He sighed and turned to his notebook.

"Okay. Argelian ivy then. Your favourite?"

"Not my favourite plant, but my favourite Ivy."

"Perfect" He left the notebook on the table and smiled.

"Would like to come back on Thursday?"

"Yeah. It would be nice."

"See you then, let's go outside so we can give you the appointment."

We got up and went to the parlour hall. Daniel stayed behind the desk and opened the PC.

"Okay. Here, this is our business card. My phone number is this one. This is our Instagram. If you have any doubt or something you want to suggest, just text me." He was nice and warm. It seemed almost unreal. "Can you come at the same hour?"

"If I like it... Could I get it then?"

He chuckled.

"I have two free hours that afternoon, so yeah. If you want to, you can go back home with a cute piece. If you don't, you can stay here with me and we will draw it together"

I nodded. The plan. Any of them, sounded good.

"Same hour as today then" He added my name on the PC and smiled. "Nice. See you then, girls. A pleasure to meet you, Abigail. I will work hard on that Ivy."

He shook both of our hands.

"See you, Daniel"

I was shaking when we went outside. Molly instantly grabbed my hand and walked me away.

"Abi are you sure?"

"You dragged me here!"

"Fidelity? Are you sure that's what you want to remember when you look at the tattoo?"

"Yes, Molly. It would remind me to Arnie anyway. I'm getting it because of him, remember. It's... I want to look at it and remember that it's the least I deserve."

"Oh honey, come here"

She hugged me and I closed my eyes. It still hurt. Everytime his name flashed my mind, it also came with a short film of the last moments of our relationship.

"Hey, you are going there again. Come back." Molly said pinching my cheeks. "Let's go and have a coffee and talk about the eyes you were giving ti the handsome artist."

"Daniel, his name is Daniel"

"It is. And you are going to call him on Monday to check how your tattoo is going"

"What?"

"Yeah, you will. The boy is a snack. I know him and he is nice. Really. You are bringing coffee on Thursday and then come back next week so he can check the tattoo. This boy will fall on his knees for you. Believe me."

I gasped.

"You are evil!"

"I found you your dream man!"

Next part: Just checking.

[obsessedasusual]

Lonely No More - Five

Bishop Losa xOC Series

Series Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Series Warnings: Swearing, mentions/allusions to sex, alcohol

Note: 1k - Part FIVE! It's a lil shorty, but we love her. I just love the friendship between these guys okay?

She came to an abrupt stop outside number 46, eyeing the pleasantly muscular President currently leaning into the hood of an old flatbed, “I didn’t know you had a truck.”

Bishop startled at the soft voice sound from behind, turning to see the woman who had been clouding his thoughts lately dressed in black gym tights and a loose t-shirt, looking beautifully out of breath, “I didn’t know you ran.”

“Look at us! Always learning something new about each other.”

“You look like you’re about to collapse.” 

“It’s freaking hot today.”

It was hot. Bishop was almost ready to call it quits from working in his truck in the heat, and he had opted for h2o instead of his usual beverage of choice.

He tossed his water bottle to her, chuckling as she gratefully caught it, taking a much needed sip, “And you didn’t think to take water with you? Thought you were meant to be the smart sibling.”

Amalia laughed at that, “Easy mistake to make. You’ll find that Ezekiel was the one top of his classes. I, however, was the passing average.”

He leant back against his truck, “I’ve never seen you run past before.”

She smiled guiltily, “Changed my route. I wanted to see if I could work out what place was yours. You being outside kind of took away the challenge aspect.”

“Now who’s the stalker?” 

Amalia shrugged, “Guilty as charged,” taking in his appearance of a black wife beater and jeans, no kutte in sight, “No club business today?”

Bishop shook his head, “Took a sick day.”

Her eyebrows raised in surprise, “Didn’t think you had those in the club.”

“Gotta be some perks to being president, right?” He reasoned. She shrugged, stepping around him to take a seat on his porch steps, making herself comfortable.

“Not worried about it all going to shit without their fearless leader?” She teased. She didn’t know when she suddenly became comfortable enough around the President to have this sort of banter, but for now she didn’t question it.

Bishop was loving it. It had been so long since he had someone removed from the club that he could joke around with, someone that wasn't made nervous by his title, someone that despite his title seemed to hold a little bit of interest in him.

“Those guys are the future of the club. If they can’t handle a quiet Sunday without me, I’ve got a real problem.”

Amalia grimaced playfully, staring up at him, “In that case you should probably hold off dying for a while.” 

Bishop barked out his laughter, head falling back to stare at the sky, “I’ll keep that in mind, querida.”

A light silence fell over them, Amalia taking in Bishop’s surprisingly tidy front yard.

“You have plans for lunch?” Her head snapped back toward the President at the question, smiling at him and shaking her head.

“Nope. What’re you thinking?”

“Got a pie in the oven,” he smirked at her shocked expression, “plenty to go around.”

“You cook?”

“Don’t look so surprised, I’m quite capable in my old age.” Amalia let out a laugh at his slight dig.

“I would love to share your pie, Prez. It would be an honour.”

Bishop rolled his eyes at her dramatics and wiped his hands on the old rag next to him before leading the way into the house, leg lightly brushing her shoulder as he passed her, “C’mon then, smartass.”

He grinned as she giggled behind him, quickly following. 

Amalia wasn’t sure what to expect when she walked into Bishop’s home. Surprisingly, the tidiness of it all didn’t shock her. Bishop seemed like an organised guy. He had his thoughts in order and was calculated, that trait obviously bled over into his homelife too. There was no pile of laundry waiting to be folded and no old pizza box lying empty on the coffee table, Bishop Losa was no slob. 

Definitely not like Angel, she thought to herself, smiling humouredly at the realisation.

“What’s that grin for?” She was pulled from her thoughts by the man of the house, looking at her with a curious smile as she took in the living room. 

Feeling her cheeks heat up at getting caught being nosey she shrugged, “You don’t have many nicknacks.”

Bishop followed her gaze around his living room and nodded in agreement, “Is that a crime?”

“As a homeowner? Yes.”

“Guess I better get on that then.” His lips pulled into a smirk and he nodded toward the kitchen, once again signalling for her to follow.

A pleasant savoury smell filled her nostrils as she stepped into the room, taking a seat at the dining room table, “Whatever you’ve got in there… I would appreciate the recipe.”

He laughed as he took the dish from the oven, “Might wanna try it first, querida.”

While he began to dish up two plates Amalia felt her phone vibrate, seeing her father’s contact light up the screen.

“Hey Pop.”

‘Mija, have you seen EZ?’ 

Her eyebrows furrowed at the question, “No, haven’t seen him for a couple of days. Why? Something wrong?”

Bishop placed the plates on the table, taking a seat beside her and shooting her a concerned look.

‘Just need to talk to him,’ her father sighed on the other end of the line, ‘if you hear from him tell him to call me.’

“Yeah, okay. I’ll talk to you later, Pop.” she waited for his reply before disconnecting the call and frowning at her phone.

The man beside her eyed her expression, “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

She met his gaze and nodded, “Yeah… I guess. You haven’t seen EZ today have you?”

He shook his head, “Haven’t heard from anyone today.”

With a shrug she picked up her fork and dug it into the food, “Pop’s just looking for him, no biggie.” 

The first bite of the food was heaven like, “Holy shit,” she spoke with her mouthful, going against every manner she was ever taught, “This is incredible.”

She quickly took another forkful, missing the way Bishop ducked his head at the praise, heat creeping up to his cheeks.

Next part

[sinner-as-saint]

Crawling Back To You.

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Run-through: Bucky Barnes had a lot on his plate at the moment. Regrets, fears, nightmares and desperately trying to do the right things to make up for his past as the Winter Soldier. Amongst those things, barely anything made him truly happy, or safe or loved. None did actually - except for you. He met you at a bar once and since then, you’ve been his sanctuary. You both knew he wasn’t quite ready to be in a relationship, yet you were always there with open arms whenever he needed a friend, a shoulder to lean on, or someone to help him take his mind off things. Be it a nightmare, or memories from the past coming to haunt him, or any major or minor inconvenience, the super soldier would find himself turning to you for help. 

Themes: angst, fluff, smut

He woke up on the floor, covered in cold sweat. 

The flashbacks of the nightmares kept resurfacing until it finally faded again. Faded, not truly gone because he knew they’d be back tomorrow again - his past coming to haunt him. He sighed and squinted at the screen in front of him. 

The T.V was on, playing reruns of a show he did not care about. He simply needed the noise to help him fall asleep. The quiet and silence was his own personal hell, so he always needed some sort of background noise to help him out. 

Bucky tried getting some sleep again; tossing and turning on the wooden flooring but he couldn’t fall back asleep. His mind was racing, too many thoughts at once. He checked the time, the clock read 1 a.m. He could go on a run, but he didn’t really feel like it. He could go to the gym, but he didn’t feel like working out either. 

He needed something. An escape, a friend. You, he needed you. 

Bucky reached for his phone, and a few taps later he was calling you. He knew it was late but you somehow always picked up his calls no matter what the time was. The rings later, he heard your voice speak up from the other end. 

“Buck?” You sounded sleepy, but not like he had woken you up, you sounded like you were about to fall asleep. 

He closed his eyes and sighed at the sound of your voice. He could picture you, all tucked in your comfy bed, surrounded by pillows and your soft blankets. Perhaps you had lost track of time because of a good book, or perhaps you were up late responding to emails for work. 

“Hey doll. Did I wake you up?” he asked, leaning back against the wall of his living room, his legs sprawled out on the floor in front of him. Only sometimes did he feel like he was taking advantage of your kindness, but then again he could be selfish when it came to you. You were his, and that’s that. 

You let out a little laugh. “Of course not, Bucky. I was just finishing up some work.” He could hear your sheets shuffling, “Are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?” you asked, softly. 

Bucky told you he did. Then he went on to tell you exactly what he had dreamt of. Sometimes he felt like he was opening up more to you than his shrink. But truth is, you made him feel like he was more than just a broken soldier, or a problem who needed to be remedied or fixed. You made him feel like he was human after all. 

“I… I’m trying to fall back asleep but…” his voice trailed off. He didn’t have to say it, you understood perfectly. He knew you did. 

Then he heard his favorite words coming from you, “Come over Buck, I’m waiting.” 

He wasted no time in getting up from the floor and getting dressed. Dark jeans, shirt, jacket and not to forget his gloves. Sometimes he wondered why he felt so giddy when you asked him to come over, which was almost every night. He wondered what it would be like to come home to you every night instead, had it been a perfect world. He always felt like he was clinging to you too much, for everything. But then you always told him that you didn’t mind. You told him you loved his company. 

He grabbed his helmet before stepping out of his apartment. There was a light drizzle outside but he didn’t care, he just needed to be with you. He got down the stairs and then rushed to start his mean bike and then rushed to your apartment building. You lived in a much nicer part of the city than he did, and he often wondered why you were putting up with someone like him when you could have a man who would give you a life you’ve always dreamt of. He often asked you that, but you always just smiled at him, you never answered. 

On his way up to your floor, he couldn’t help but feel all warm in the elevator. He counted down the seconds till he could see you. He often slept over at your place, he loved it. Cuddling, making love, followed by lazy mornings, him trying to get you to not go to work and spend the day with him instead. He loved how you made him feel. 

He knocked on your door, already taking off his gloves because he needed to feel your skin against his. Your body heat made him feel so much better. He heard you unlocking the door from the other side and not even a second later, he saw your pretty face smiling at him. Dressed in silk PJ shorts and a t-shirt, you looked breathtakingly beautiful even at one thirty in the morning. 

“Hello there,” you greeted him, smirking. “That was fast.” You teased, opening the door wider to let him in. 

He smiled and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and pulling you in for a hug immediately. You felt his slightly damp and cold jacket press against you but you hugged him back tightly anyways. 

“I needed to see you.” He mumbled, pressing his face into your neck. 

“I know.” 

-

You and Bucky ended up in your bed, cuddling under the blankets. He loved the dimmed night light you always had on, knowing that he hated being in complete darkness. He loved how cozy your room was, how spacious and airy but also warm and comfortable. 

The large window by your bed showed a lovely view of the city lights, which were right now blurred by the foggy glass, thanks to the light drizzle earlier. He could tell that the air was cold outside, but in here with you everything was just right. 

He had stripped down to just his boxers and he laid his head on your chest, his face facing away from yours, while you played with his hair and occasionally ran your hand down his back, scratching his skin lightly. His cold metal arm lazily ran up and down your thighs and he noticed the goosebumps on your skin that he was causing. 

He could hear your steady heartbeats and that was his favorite sound in the entire world. It calmed him down. 

You looked down, smiling softly at the sight of the muscular soldier using you as a human pillow. You could hear him let out quiet moans as you gently scratched his scalp. You still remembered the first time you two met, at a bar. 

-

It was late on a winter night, and the nearby bar was rather empty; just a few people here and there. And a certain muscular man in a dark leather jacket caught your eye. He was sitting at the counter, and you were in one of the booths. Eventually, you got up and decided to go talk to him. 

You recognized him immediately. Ex-Winter Soldier, Captain America’s best friend, James Buchanan Barnes.

Small talks turned into a couple more rounds of beers. He was a little off and awkward at first but he loosened up eventually. He even walked you back to your car, not wanting you to be alone in the dark, foggy and empty parking lot. 

That was the first time he kissed you, right before he opened the door of your car for you. 

“Will I see you again?” He asked, high off the adrenaline which coursed through his veins ever since you kissed him back. 

“Of course you will. Good night, James.” You kissed his cheek before getting into your car and driving off. 

-

A smile formed on your face as you thought of that night. “Do you remember the first time we met?” You asked softly. 

Bucky turned his face to you, placing his head back on your chest. He was so close that all you needed to do was to lean in a little to kiss his soft, pink lips. 

He smiled. “Yeah, why?” 

“No reason, I just wanted you to remember it.” 

Bucky chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss on your skin, right above your breasts. “You’ve been awfully quiet. What is it?” 

You just smiled at him, “Nothing. You’ve been awfully quiet too.” And judging by the look in his eyes, you could already tell there was something else to his silence. “What is it?” 

He was quiet. 

Sighing, you flipped the two of you around; straddling his waist while he laid comfortably against your multiple pillows. 

“Buck, tell me.” You pressed your palms against his chest to hold yourself up. 

“Sam needs my help with something. Another bad guy, another mission, another fight. Same old.” He sounded indifferent. 

You couldn’t blame him. He had been fighting for decades, non-stop. He had lost so much while doing so, but he also didn’t know how to deal with the calm, and silence and the quiet. There was so much he needed to figure out about himself still. 

“Do you not wanna go?” 

He smiled faintly as he lazily rubbed up and down your exposed thighs. “It’s my job, I have to. Innocent people will be hurt if I don’t. I want to help them.” 

“Then what’s the issue?” 

“I’ll have to leave you behind for a little while.” He didn’t want to. He didn’t know how to be away from you anymore because he hadn’t been for months now. The thought of not being able to hold you close at night and having your heartbeats lull him to sleep was scary.

You smiled down at him. “I’ll be here when you come back, Bucky.” 

He reached out and cupped your face with his metal hand. “And what if you find someone better while I’m gone?” 

You frowned down at him. “Where does that come from?” 

He gently stroked your cheek. “I’m just saying. You deserve someone a little more… normal.” 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Normal is boring, you seem perfectly fine to me.” 

He chuckled. “Why do you put up with me, doll?” It was a rhetorical question, he didn’t expect an answer because he had asked you this countless number of times but you never gave him a reply before. 

However, you did this time. “Because I’m in love with you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You had been meaning to tell him this for a while now. “You don’t have to say it back, I just needed you to know that no one’s ever gonna replace you. I love you.” 

He was a little surprised, his heart raced as he processed everything. How could someone as gentle, kind and beautiful like you fall for someone as broken as him? “Doll… I…” 

You leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You giggled, then pulled away to look at him. “You deserve all the good things in this world, Buck. You deserve to be loved, and cared for. And if you’d let me, I’d love to show you that.” 

You carefully pressed your lips to his, kissing him with all the love you had. His metal hand held you at the back of your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss; turning your mind into a foggy mess for a little while before he pulled away and stared deep into your eyes. 

You reached out and gently caressed his face, Bucky leaned into your touch. “I’m gonna miss you.” He mumbled. 

“When do you leave?” You asked. 

“Tomorrow, perhaps.” 

You leaned in for a kiss again, accidentally brushing your crotch against his erection; making him smirk through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You purposely moved against him while you kissed him again deeply. 

Bucky soon flipped the two of you back around and settled in between your legs, kissing down your neck. “I’m gonna miss making love to you almost every night.” He whispered against your skin. His voice alone sent chills down your back, and made you feel all sorts of warm and tingly feelings inside. 

Bucky movements were gentle and slow as he took your clothes off, making sure you were both under the warm covers still; kissing you occasionally as he undressed you, and caressed your body as you squirmed under him. 

He kissed his way down your body, until his face was right in between your legs. You moaned as he parted your legs and placed a kiss on your inner thigh, pulling your underwear down your legs and kissing his way back to your wet folds. You threw your head back, and bit your lip; whining when you felt his tongue teasing you gently. The warmth of his mouth was driving you insane. 

His tongue gently teased your clit while his fingers slipped inside of you; stroking you gently while you arched your back off the surface of your bed as the pleasure became slightly overwhelming. You whimpered and squirmed under him as his tongue moved perfectly against you.

He had you coming undone all over his tongue and his fingers in no time, and he licked you clean when he was done. Kissing his way up your body again. “I’m gonna miss your taste.” He was shameless enough to whisper it in your ear; making you blush. 

His hands roamed around your body, touching you wherever he could, until he finally cupped your core and rubbed the sensitive skin around your swollen clit – making you shudder under him. You whined as he slipped his metal fingers past your entrance yet again. His head dipped into your neck and he licked and bit around your skin until he found your sweet spot. “And I’m gonna miss your warmth.” 

“Buck…” You moaned quietly as he replaced his fingers with his cock. 

He placed his mouth on top of yours again, to swallow your whimpers and moans as he pushed his cock into you. His breathing got shallow again as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head and watched you grimace in pleasure and pain as his cock stretched you to your maximum. He watched you in awe as your lips parted and you moaned his name once he filled you up nicely. 

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force. 

He groaned at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him. You heard him swear and felt him bite down on your lip as he sped up into you. He tugged on your lips and he started moving his hips; rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his speed. Your back arched off the surface of the bed again and your chest pressed to his.  

“I’m gonna miss watching you squirm under me…” he whispered, “as I pleasure you like no one ever will.” He moaned into your ear. “You’re mine.” 

You were a moaning mess under him in no time. There was something about the way he kissed you, deeply and passionately; as though he was scared you might just get away from him.

He worshipped your body. He mumbled how good you felt in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He kissed you roughly as he pounded into you; his metal fingers wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure. 

He pressed his forehead on yours; looking down to where your bodies connected so intimately. Then he pulled away to look into your eyes with that animalistic, primal and fiery look in his eyes. His lips parted as he panted while he fucked you like he owned you.

“You’re gonna miss me too aren’t you, doll?” 

You nodded, whining in pleasure. He smirked. His hand left your neck and slid in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your clit, earning a loud moan out of you. “Say it, baby. Tell me how much you’re gonna miss my cock buried deep inside you…” 

You couldn’t talk as the pressure in between your legs became too much to handle, and you craved for release. He noticed and slipped his tongue back into your mouth one last time and took your bottom lip between his teeth again.

“Come on, cum for me… doll,” he swore as he felt you clench around him perfectly. You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering under him as he finished right after you; kissing your swollen lips deeply as he came.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. And you cradled his head; panting as well. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as he calmed his racing heart. A few moments later, he shifted all his weight right on top of you making you laugh as you tried to scoot out from under him. 

He groaned and pulled you closer. “Come here.” He pressed you against his body and wrapped his arms around. “I love you too, doll. So much.” 

You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. “I’m gonna miss you. All of you.” You lifted your head up to look at him smiling down at you. “Come back fast.” 

He chuckled. “You know I will. No matter where I go, I’ll always come crawling back to you.”

[babybluebex]

of pubs and profs [tom holland smut]

➽ pairing: prof!tom holland x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 4.7k ➽ summary: you have what you consider the best night of your life, but discover that it was with the worst person possible. ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. smut, explicit language, fingering/oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (i am begging yall to wear a condom irl) ➽ a/n: alright so... don’t fool around with your teacher pls. live vicariously thru y/n :) 

He seemed so out of place here. For one thing, a bar like this was hardly known for much good happening, and this man exuded good. He seemed fit, even as he sat at the bar, his face sharp, full of angles that would have been glorious to sketch, and he had caramel-amber hair that curled around his ears and the nape of his neck. He wore a dark blue turtleneck and slacks, a watch with a leather band around his left wrist. 

“You’re staring.” 

I jumped. I had forgotten that I was mid-conversation. “Huh?”

Zendaya scoffed. “You’re staring at that guy,” she said. “Like, staring super hard. Do you know him?” 

“No,” I mumbled. “He’s just…” I trailed off for a moment, then attempted to save face by taking a sip of my drink. “I like the look of him. Ya know?” 

Zendaya scoffed at me. “I like the look of him too, but you’re on something else here.” There was a pause between the two of us, and Zen’s mouth split into a smile. “Five bucks.” 

“For what?” I asked. 

“You can’t get his number,” Zen said. “I’ll give you five whole dollars if you get his phone number.”

“You don’t have five dollars,” I said playfully, with narrowed eyes. “You don’t even have two coins to rub together.”

“Right, and who bought your drink?” Zen asked. “C’mon, you need to put yourself out there. Ever since you and Jacob broke up, it’s been nothing but… Sad. Your room’s a cave, Y/N. Will you do this for me?” 

I cast a glance at the guy once more, and I sighed. “Why not?” I mumbled under my breath. “But I had better get that fucking money, or I’ll take away your apartment privileges.” 

“I pay half of the rent, fuck you,” Zen laughed. “Go. Go!” 

“I am!” I giggled, and I slid myself out of the booth. The pub was bustling with nightly business, and I edged my way past a group of girls to find a place at the bar. My plan of attack was to order a drink and strike up a conversation with this guy, and grab his phone number before I left. Lucky for me, there was an empty space next to him, and I leaned against the bar with my forearms. 

“Oh, hey, good lookin’!” the bartender, Jake, exclaimed. He was a close friend of mine, hence why I always chose to drink at this particular bar. Our freshman year, he lived in the room across the hall from me, and we frequented each other for screwdrivers (of both varieties) all year. Since then, we continued to grow close. “What’s cooking?”

“Not a lot, Gyllenhaal,” I replied, and our hands met in a quick dap. “Lemme get a rum and Coke.”

“Sure thing,” Jake said. “Gimme two minutes. We’ve got a bachelorette party in the back.” 

“No problem,” I replied, and I watched Jake slide to the other side of the bar. 

The game was now on. I looked over my shoulder to Zendaya briefly, just for long enough to gauge that she was laughing at me, and I cast her a look before turning back. Then, I looked back over my other shoulder, the one closest to the guy, and I caught sight of a book he had. “What’re you reading there?” 

He looked up at me with big brown eyes, and my breath caught in my chest. From far away, he was hot but, up close, he was totally something else. He had strands of ginger in his dark hair, and his fingers closed the book in order to look at the cover, like he himself wasn’t sure of what he was reading. “Chaos Walking,” he answered, and my eyes widened. His voice was gorgeous, pitched low, accented with a London attitude. “My mate told me I’d like it.”

“Don’t think I’ve read that,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “What’s it about?” 

“Well,” he began and laughed lightly. “A lot. Basically, though, it follows a boy who lives in a world with no girls, where you can hear others thoughts, and he meets a girl. It’s sci-fi and… I dunno.” 

“Is it a good read?” I asked. “You seem like you enjoy it.” The book was battered, the paper cover torn and creased, with the spine broken. It was a book that was well-loved, and I liked how his entire being seemed to reflect the book. 

“Oh, I love it,” he said with a smile. “It’s so fun, ya know? The entirety of the story is incredible.” Then, a beat passed, and he added, “I’m Tom.” 

“Well, hi,” I said and gave him a warm smile. “I’m Y/N. No offense, but this sorta place doesn’t seem like your vibe.” 

Tom gave the front of the book a firm pat. “It’s not,” he said. “I was waiting on a friend but he doesn’t seem like he’ll be joining me tonight.”

“I didn’t think so,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “You seem like a coffee shop kinda guy.”

“You don’t quite seem like the sort to be here either,” Tom told me. 

“How do you mean?”

“You don’t belong in a pub like this, I just know it,” Tom told me. “You’d be better suited somewhere else.” 

I shrugged. “I usually don’t leave my apartment to drink,” I said. “But I’m friends with the bartender and I visit every so often just to say hi.” A moment passed. “Wait, back up. Where would I be better suited?” 

Tom smiled, but it seemed more hesitant than before. “At the risk of being bold,” he started. “My flat.” 

“Jesus!” I breathed, and my face went hot. 

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “That was-- I’m so sorry--”

“No, no!” I said quickly. “No, it’s not a problem, I promise. That was bold, Tom, but I don’t mind it. As a matter of fact, I think you might be right.” 

“Glad we agree,” Tom said. “D’you wanna get out of here now?” 

“Sure thing,” I said. My skin prickled at the thought of him against me, and I laid a gentle hand on his arm. “Let me get my bag.” 

When I approached the booth, Zendaya stuck her tongue at me. “You lost,” she said. 

“Did I?” I asked, pulling my bag onto my shoulder. “Or am I going home with him?” 

“Shut up,” Zen laughed. “That was quick as hell.” 

“That tends to happen,” I shrugged. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting with Tom.” 

“I hate you,” I heard Zen mutter as I turned away from her. 

Tom’s apartment--his flat, as he called it--was just a short cab ride from the bar, and I had hardly passed through the front door before his hands were pressing into my waist and his mouth was on mine. In an instant, I had melted into him, and my hands tangled in the bottom of his shirt. His mouth tasted like whiskey, which felt totally in-character for him, and he carefully nipped at my bottom lip. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Tom whispered, and he pushed my hair from my neck in order to brush his lips against my throat. No guys in my past had ever told me that in such clear terms, and my entire body ran hot at his words. A shiver ran down my spine, and he huffed a laugh into my neck. “Do you like when I say that?”

“I just like the way you talk,” I admitted. “Could listen forever.” 

“That’s an awfully long time,” Tom told me warmly. His slender fingers inched under my shirt to touch my bare skin, and he slid his hands to lay flat against the small of my back. His kisses lingered on my neck, and the feeling of his soft skin was so lovely. “Let’s start with tonight.” 

“I can manage that,” I laughed. “Bed?” 

As soon as I was down in his bed, Tom was working my shirt off. His hands were so strong and sure against me, and I had no hesitations in letting him do whatever he pleased. His kisses trailed down to my stomach and chest once they were bare to him, and the feel of his mouth on my hip made me take a fistful of those pretty brown waves of his. He just laughed and continued his pursuit downwards, and he rid me of my jeans and panties before pausing and looking up at me. “Is this alright?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” I said. “Just… Yeah.”

“Good girl,” Tom whispered, and I swore I died right there. He took my leg in his strong grip and kissed my inner thigh, and he placed the softest kiss to my quivering cunt. I immediately knew that I was in good hands, and I let my body relax and submit to Tom. His shoulders nudged my legs open further as he pressed his warm tongue to my wetness, and I bit back a moan as I tried to keep my legs from closing. I was already shaking, which was honestly embarrassing, but Tom didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seemed to encourage him, because he placed a series of sloppy kisses to my throbbing clit that made me squeal. Then, his mouth went straight to where I was leaking, and an obscene slurping filled the air. Fuck, he was good. 

“Oh my God,” I whispered, and his fingers quickly joined his tongue. First one, then two, then his thumb met my clit, and I whimpered. “Oh, fuck, oh my God.” 

“No need to call me that,” Tom whispered. His breath was hot against my wet cunt, his voice raspy, and I couldn’t help the fluttering that enveloped his fingers. “Just my name will do for now.”

The combination of his fingers and mouth made my stomach quiver, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I came. I had never come just from being eaten out, and my heart raged against my ribcage when I dared to imagine what came next. His thumb moved slowly around my clit, and his mouth replaced it as his fingers moved in me deliciously. His tongue, so skilled and quick, took up his thumb’s previous job, and he took the throbbing bud into his mouth and quickly nipped it with his teeth at the same moment that his fingertips found home inside me. 

There was no hope of obscuring my moan. “Fuck!” I yelped, writhing in his grip. “T-Tom, fuck.”

“Do you wanna come?” Tom whispered, looking at me through his eyelashes. “Use your words, my darling, please.” 

“Please, please,” I gasped. My head fell back to expose my neck, and I squeezed my eyes shut. My breathing was ragged, and a shock of electricity raced through my whole body when he laughed into my cunt. 

“Such a needy girl,” Tom chuckled. “You don’t have to ask. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know.” 

He lapped at my wet cunt, tasting me like he had dreamt of this, and my hand went from his hair to his shoulder. His waves and curls fell into his eyes, but he kept at his work, even when I pushed at his shoulder. “Tommy,” I whimpered out helplessly. “I-I’m gonna-- You--”

“My darling,” Tom said. “I want you to come on my tongue. Let me taste you, babygirl. Come for me.” 

My bottom lip was bitten nearly raw, and it only became worse when he said that. I nearly tasted blood as he gave my cunt one last kiss, so much more gentle than what he had been doing before, and my hips stuttered as hot pleasure pulsed through every part of me. I grabbed handfuls of his shirt and tugged him close, and he came to lay with his hips between my legs. My vision was blurry with tears as I studied him, oh so close to me now, and I felt a tiny pride at his pink cheeks and glistening lips. That was all me. “Oh, thank you,” I whispered, and he sweetly kissed each of my cheeks. “That was so good.” 

“I’m glad,” Tom said. “Secretly, I pride myself in being able to do that.” 

“You should be proud of that,” I huffed. “Also… ‘my god’?” 

“That was in jest,” Tom began with a light laugh. 

“I know,” I said. My hands trailed up his back, hiking his shirt up to his shoulders, and he helped me in tugging it off. He shook his hair out once it passed his head, and I added, “It’s a fitting name, though.” 

“Really?” He asked, bracing himself above me. “Am I a god, Y/N?”

“Close to it,” I told him. I noticed the way that my hands were trembling as I went to his belt, and he must have noticed as well, because his hands went to my wrists. His hands fit all the way around my wrists easily. It wasn’t rough or dominating by any means; his hands slid up from my wrists to grasp my hands, fingers interlocking with mine as he pressed my hands down beside my head. 

“Take a deep breath, my darling,” Tom told me gently. His thumb made comforting circles on my hand, and my stomach went all fluttery at how serene it was. “You’re shaking so hard. Do we need to stop?” 

“No,” I told him. “I’m alright. I promise.” 

“Alright,” Tom said. “Let me know if we need to stop.” 

I nodded quickly, reaching for a handful of his hair, and I tugged him down to kiss me. I could taste myself on his mouth and, normally, that would have irked me, but with Tom, it only made my thighs tense and warmth spread through my body. My skin rippled at each touch of his fingers, and I let out little mumblings of his name as he kissed my neck and shoulders. 

A surge of boldness ran up my spine, and I moved my hands from where he had placed them back down to his belt. As it seemed was the norm, he was two steps ahead of me, because he was already in the process of leaning back and pulling off his pants. The bedroom was cast only in the soft light of the lamp beside the bed, but I still captured every freckle, hair, and ridge on Tom’s firm chest and stomach. He was the definition of the skinny white guy that had good dick. Or, at least, he gave good head. But someone that good at giving head had to be as skilled elsewhere, right? 

He was back on me in an instant, kissing my neck and making little marks on my skin as I shoved his pants down his thighs. Tom’s hands captured my legs and drew them around his naked waist, and I gasped aloud when I felt his hard cock brush against my cunt, already throbbing once more. In fear of seeming dumb, I didn’t intentionally look, but I could feel the weight of his cock against my body, and I stuttered, “God, Tommy..” 

“That impressive, huh?” Tom laughed.  

“Of course,” I remarked. “What, have you never been told you have a big cock before?”

Tom lifted his head from my neck, and I let out a giggle at his blown-wide pupils and red cheeks. “Where the hell have you been all my life?” He asked with a smile. He laughed, and I noticed the way that wrinkles formed right by his eyes with the extremity of his smile. That was adorable as hell. “You’re gorgeous and so funny, and you’re complimenting me like this? You’re perfect.” 

“I’ve just been waiting for you, I guess,” I shrugged and ran my hands over his built arms, rock solid like a statue. 

“Sorry it took me so long to find you,” Tom smiled. “Traffic was a bitch.” 

I laughed, my head falling back onto the pillows, and Tom situated the head of his cock at my folds. At the feel of it, I gasped, and he swallowed my gasp with a kiss. “Let me know if we need to stop,” he reminded me, kissing my chin gently. 

“I’m fine,” I told him, even though I was shaking so fiercely. Tom sank himself into me, and the deep rumble of his moan made my back arch up against him. “Fuck, darling,” he mumbled. “Cunt’s so tight… Squeezing the hell outta me.” His fingers dug into my hip, surely leaving bruises to later admire, and he snapped his hips forward so that he was fully in me. 

“More,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure what I wanted more of; I just knew that I wanted more of whatever he ended up giving me. 

My whole body thrummed with blood and life as he fucked me, pausing to pant into my neck and kiss my mouth. His back was taut with hard muscles and I raked my fingers down to his waist and back up to his hair. A curl had escaped the rest of his hair and bounced against my forehead with each thrust, and Tom and I each huffed out a laugh at it. Silently, I reached up and twisted the perfect curl around my finger, and Tom gave me another eye-wrinkling smile.

“F-Fuck, darling,” Tom muttered, and I could tell by his stuttering that he was close. The rhythm of his hips had slowed, but his grip on my waist and legs was as tight as ever. “So fuckin good for me, God.” 

“I’m getting close again, Tommy,” I told him, my voice shaking. I’m sure he already knew, what with the way my chest was hot and my breathing was erratic, but I still wanted to see the look on his face when I said it.

“Oh, me too, my darling,” Tom whispered. His hand fell from its place at my hip and came to rest on my stomach, just above the point where he had himself buried inside me, and his thumb-- that damned thumb of his-- slid down until he was playing with my clit once more. There was an urgency this time, though, his movements quicker and messier. With each thrust, his own belly quivered, and I desperately pulled at his hair. I needed him to come first. I needed to feel him spill himself inside of me. I needed to feel his cum leak out of me, to hear him laugh at the mess we made like I knew he would. I needed so much. I just needed him.

“Tommy,” I whimpered, keening into his touch. “Fuck, Tom--”

His lips crashed into mine, and that was all it took. My legs shook around his waist, and my vision went white-hot for a moment. His thrusts were messy, his waves and curls completely undone and hanging in his eyes, and he watched with a greedy gaze as I writhed under him. I pulled his head down into my neck and he resumed his work of nipping my skin and soothing the sting with his tongue, and I kissed the shell of his ear. “Oh, Tom,” I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear over the sounds of our shared gasps. “Please, for me?” 

He pulled himself from me and was spilling in an instant, covering my waist and stomach in his warm cum. He settled himself on his elbows above me once again, and I took care to brush those waves off of his forehead. His hair had gone super curly with the little bit of sweat on his forehead, and I bit the tip of my tongue. “Yeah?” I whispered. 

“Yeah,” Tom agreed. “Let me get you a towel. Stay right there.”

“Wasn’t really planning on going anywhere, honestly,” I laughed. 

When he returned, he was wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt that hugged his muscled frame. He sat beside me and carefully wiped me clean with the wet corner of a towel, and he placed a sweet kiss on my forehead. “Are you feeling alright?” Tom asked. “Can I get you anything?” 

“I’m fine,” I told him. “Thanks, though.”

“No worries,” Tom told me. “You’re welcome to stay the night, if you’d like. I must warn you, though, that I like to cuddle.” 

“I would have expected nothing less,” I told him. I sat up, testing my legs for a moment, and my cheeks went hot. “Umm… I don’t think I can walk.” 

Tom’s eyes went big for a moment, and he reached for me with a hesitant hand. “Are you kidding?” He asked. 

“My legs are shaking too hard,” I whispered and bit my lip. 

“Oh, my darling, I’m so sorry,” Tom told me, his eyebrows pitching up. “I truly didn’t mean to hurt you--”

“You didn’t,” I said quickly. “It’s… This is a good thing. I promise.” 

There was a brief exchange that ended with Tom giving me a shirt to sleep in and me promising him that I won’t try to walk until my legs quit shaking. We found each other again once in bed, my head fitting snugly under his chin, and his fingernails lightly scratched up and down my back. The feel of his strong arms around me, holding me in such a protective way, lulled me to sleep. 

The night passed under a thin veil of dreams. All too soon, an alarm began to blare, scaring me fully awake in a second. From the darkness, there was a groan of displeasure, and a grunt as the bed squeaked and shifted, and the alarm was turned off with a solid stab of a finger. “Sorry, darling,” Tom whispered. “I forgot I have an early morning today.” 

“You’re fine,” I whispered. The lamp turned on, and I was met with Tom, his hair messy and frizzy, his face flushed with good sleep. I stretched my arms above my head, allowing a quick squeal, and I said, “I should probably be heading out soon too. I have an eight AM.”

“Ugh,” Tom groaned. “I hate those.” 

“Right,” I agreed. “Who wants to learn at eight in the morning?”

“The poor instructor,” Tom laughed. His voice was lower than before, scratchy as well, and my chest warmed at the sound. He fixed his hair out of his face, and he turned to see me, still wrapped up in his shirt and blankets. “You look cozy.” 

“I am,” I said softly. “Wish I could stay for just a little longer.” 

“Pursuit of knowledge is an honorable one, though, darling,” Tom told me. “Would you like to shower first?” 

“No,” I said. “I have to go by my apartment to get my stuff and change clothes anyway, I’ll just shower there.” 

“Alright,” Tom nodded. He reached for me and I met him halfway, brushing my lips to his in a soft kiss, and he gave me a light laugh. “I need to get your phone number. I’d love to do this again.” 

“I’d like that too,” I said. I gave him a parting kiss, then worked myself from the bed. I stretched once more, feeling my back pop, and I found my bag by the door to the bedroom. I gave Tom my phone, open to a new contact listing, and he gave a mischievous smile before plugging in his information. “What’s that smile all about?” 

At the top of my screen, it read Big Dick Tom. 

“Oh, God,” I laughed. “That’s really gone to your head, hasn’t it?” 

“You’re the one who told me that,” Tom argued. “And, if someone tells you that you have a big dick, you take that shit to heart.” 

“Sure, sure,” I said quickly. “I’ll text you; maybe we can get dinner this weekend?”

Tom gave me a smile that was fit for a king. “Of course, my darling girl.” 

Tom ended up sending me home with the shirt I had slept in. It was for some carpentry school in Wales, but it was soft and smelled like Tom, so I didn’t really mind the odd reference. Just before I left, he had swept me up in his arms and kissed me, and he pressed his forehead to mine. “This might be premature,” he whispered. “But do you wanna be my girlfriend?” 

Zendaya slapped a five dollar bill in my hand when I entered the apartment. “Did you have a good time?” she asked.

“The best,” I told her. “He’s super sweet and a great time, and he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“You said yes, right?” Zen asked.

“Duh,” I scoffed. “A hot Brit who likes me? I’m not letting that go.”

“Right,” Zen said, and the smile dropped from her face. “Well, while you were off getting dick from your new man, our literature professor dipped.” 

“What?” I asked. 

“Yeah,” Zen said, spinning her laptop to face me. She had an email pulled up from the head of the department, declaring that our professor, our beloved Dr. Osterfield, would not be teaching the course any longer. Buried in the text of the email, it said the name of the replacement professor: Dr. Holland. “I tried to look this guy up, but he’s not on Rate My Professor or anything.” 

“It’s halfway through the fuckin’ semester,” I groaned. “This blows.” 

“I just hope this new guy’s easy,” Zen groaned. “I can’t deal with a hard class right now.” 

The class was still held in the same room as before, and the general air was worse than a normal eight AM. At least, with Dr. O, he had an infectious energy that woke us all up. Nobody knew what to expect with this new guy. I hoped that, for my sake, he was cool. 

The door to the classroom opened, and a man said, “I apologize for the wait. It’s just my luck that I’d be late today…” 

My whole body went cold and my heart stopped. Tom. My boyfriend, my fucking Tom stood at the front of the small lecture hall, wearing the jeans and white buttoned shirt that I had helped pick out. “Well, this is a strange thing, isn’t it?” Tom chuckled, clasping his hands together. “I’ll explain, don’t worry. But first, I think maybe an introduction is in order.” 

He unwound his bag from his shoulder and opened it for a moment, and a whole new wave of dread washed over me. While he was in the shower, I had written him a quick note and stuck it in his bag. It was nothing more than “thanks, love. hope to see you soon xx”, but a smile split his face wide. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Apparently, my girlfriend left me a little note. Hmm! Anyway, I’m Dr. Holland. Call me that, or Tom, or any variation of the above. I promise you, I’ve heard it all.” 

Tom settled himself on the edge of his desk and he fluffed up his hair a bit. It was then that a quiet wave of titters passed through every girl in the hall; a hickey. It was small, but it was there, right under his ear. “I went to school in London, where I’m from, before I got a degree in English literature from Cambridge. Then, I came to the States and managed to get my doctorate in it, and, who’d have guessed it, this is my first teaching job. Go easy on me, huh?.” My little note, written on a sticky note, was clasped in his hand, and I seriously wanted to die right then and there. My professor. I was stupid. Of course the stars had aligned (or misaligned?) to allow this to happen. And just when I thought I found the right guy, too. 

“Right,” Tom said. “Let’s look at the attendance, see what we’re working with, and I’ll let you guys fill me in on what Dr. Osterfield was covering.” 

The closer he got to my name, the colder my face went. I hated every single moment of it. “And… Y/L/N? Y/N?” 

I quietly raised my hand, then managed a meek, “Here.” 

His eyes trained on me, and I watched the same recognition flood his eyes. Quickly, though, Dr. Tom Holland averted his gaze back down to his computer, and he said, “There you are, Y/N… Can I see you after class?” 

[raibebe]

Simple Lessons

Genre: fluff Words: 3.200 Prompt: 90s grunge boy Jeno x female reader

Warnings: smoking, mentions of food

A/N: Literally no one asked for this but this just poured out of me the other day... EVERLONG JENO IS MY COMFORT CHARACTER OKAY??

Everlong masterlist

“Do you want to go out to grab lunch? You don’t have classes until later as well, right?” Your best friend asked as she dragged you out of the lecture hall. “Sure,” you smiled, basking in the rays of the sun for a while after being stuck inside an auditorium with barely any daylight for two hours straight. “There is this cute new diner a little off-campus and a little birdie told me there is this super hot guy working there,” she wiggled her eyebrows to which you could just groan loudly, making her giggle in return. Mimi had talked you up during orientation days and you two hadn’t seperated since. Sharing majors surely helped with that and soon you had found a small group of girls to call your friends. While she was very much the flirty, extrovert in your group, a crush on a different boy each day of the week, you couldn’t not be fond of her shenanigans when it made all of you laugh out loud whenever she told stories of yet another drastically failed date. “Not everyone can still be with their Highschool boyfriend like you,” she accused, slapping your arm before tugging you in the direction of the diner. “Are we really going to this diner just because someone told you that one of the waiters is hot?” “Listen. This was a very trustworthy source,” Mimi pouted, “I’ll pay for your meal, just come with me please.” “How can I say no to free food?” You laughed loudly, letting her pull you along while complaining about all the assignments your professors had given out.

You had to admit that the diner was really cute. It had this old-school look inside with the red, big sofas and a variety of license plates decorated the walls and the female servers even wore cute puffy skirts. “This is so pretty,” you said once Mimi had chosen a booth, the leather of the sofa squeaking while you sat down. “Yeah, yeah,” she waved it off, looking around the place, “Now where is this hot waiter?” “You’re hopeless,” you giggled, picking up the menu that was already laid out on the table to look at their food options instead of helping your friend. “Shut up,” she grumbled, copying your action, “You also still haven’t introduced us to your boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “He’s...” Well, what were you supposed to say now? If it were to go how you had wanted, your friends would have already met Jeno at the first party you were invited to but he had declined the offer, only sweetly kissing your head and promising to pick you up at 2 am from the adress you had given him. Which he had done but by that time everyone was so wasted that they couldn’t remember a thing. Which had become a reoccurring theme, no matter how much you’d bribe them to not drink to finally catch a glympse at him. “If you all would stop drinking yourself into a coma every time we go out, you’d have met him already.” “I am beginning to think you’ve made him up,” Mimi grinned, “He seems way too perfect. Letting you go out and party on your own and picking your drunk ass up after but then he never shows up to your classes to walk you to the next one.” Well just maybe you hadn’t gotten around to telling your friends that Jeno in fact wasn’t even studying but working different part-time jobs to help finance your apartment until he had figured out what he wanted to do in the first place. They had just assumed he was studying something way different than you hence why you wouldn’t meet up during your breaks. “Well he is real,” you sighed, “He’s just... Different?” “Oooooh, I get it,” your friend grinned, “He’s older than you. Oh my god. Do you have a sugar daddy?” At that you let out an embarrassed screech which made her double over with laughter. “Why would you say that?” You whined, “He’s the same age as us, for real.”

“Hi ladies, I see you’re already having a great time. I’ll be your waiter for today, have you already decided what to get?” A deep velvety voice interrupted. You didn’t need to look up to know who the waiter was or what he looked like because his voice was almost as familar to your ears as your own was and you knew his body inside and out. Smiling brightly, your eyes met Jeno’s who was also smiling, throwing you a little wink. You had known that he had been working in a diner for a little while now but not this specific one so it was a nice surprise to see him here clad in a neat button-down and pants that for once weren’t ripped to shreds. Meanwhile, Mimi was stunned in silence, her mouth parted in what must be awe. “Hi,” you kept smiling at Jeno, “Anything you can recommend?” “Our burgers are pretty good,” he shrugged, “But what’s really good are our milkshakes.” “Then we’ll take that, right?” You asked your friend, kicking her shin beneath the table to get her to snap out of it. “Y-yeah sure,” she stuttered, still blatantly gawking at Jeno. “Great, I’ll be right back with your drinks,” Jeno smiled before walking off again.

“Girl he’s so hot oh my god,” Mimi exclaimed as soon as he was out of earshot, dramatically flopping down onto the table. “He’s really good-looking,” you admitted, a big grin on your face. “Better than your boyfriend?” “I wouldn’t say that,” you laughed, awkwardly shuffling in your seat. Was this the right time to tell her that the waiter apparently a lot of girls were thirsting after was in fact your boyfriend and probably not at all like they thought him out to be? “God, I bet he looks so good out of his uniform as well,” she groaned, “Just the thought of him in light washed denim.” At that, you had to mask a burst of laughter with an awkward cough. You had tried times and times again to convince Jeno to swap out one of his dark jeans for light-washed ones but he wasn’t budging, only in turn challenging you to wear one of his many black baggy T-shirts instead of your brightly colored spaghetti tops. “Sure,” you giggled instead, kicking your friend’s shin again to alert her when Jeno came back with your drinks. “There you go, food will be out in a bit,” he smiled politely. Not the kind of smile that turned his eyes into beautiful crescents but a more reserved one.

“Hey, uhm,” Mimi suddenly spoke up when Jeno turned around to walk away again, making him halt in his steps. “Have you been working here for long?” Oh god. You had to physically keep yourself from cringing at her awkward try to rope him into a conversation. “Just a handful of weeks, so not that long,” Jeno shrugged, “Looking for a job as well?” “Oh no, we both work part-time at a clothing store downtown,” she waved it off, “I was just wondering because I had never seen you around before.” “Well yeah, makes sense I haven’t been here for long.” “So you recently moved here? I’m sure I would have remembered a handsome face like yours,” Mimi now blatantly flirted, twirling a dyed strand of hair around her finger and just slightly leaning forward on the table to give Jeno a better view of her cleavage in her white cropped top. “Yeah, I’m not from around here,” he shared, his eyes firmly staying on her face but the redness of his ears and how his fingers were fiddling with his little notepad betrayed his cool facade. Was this the time where you should end this to save Mimi and Jeno from further embarrassment? Or should you enjoy this for a little longer? “Are you also a student?” She asked next, “We both go to university here.” “Oh god no,” Jeno exclaimed and this time you couldn’t hold in the little giggle that slipped past your lips, noticing that your boyfriend’s lips twitched into a little grin as well. The more Jeno saw you struggle between classes, essays and study sessions, the more sure he had become about his whole decision to not do the whole university thing. Just when your friend wanted to ask the next question, a loud voice interrupted: “Jeno, I am not paying you for flirting with customers! Get back to work!” Rolling his eyes at his boss, Jeno shot the two of you an apologetic look before quickly walking to the register where his boss was waiting.

“God, even his name sounds good,” Mimi groaned, returning to her former position, sprawled out over the table. “You sound like you’re in love with him,” you giggled, “You don’t even know him.” “Listen. This is love at first sight. Do you not watch romance movies?” You did in fact. Even though Jeno would complain throughout the whole first 30 minutes of the movie until he’d either accept his fate in favor of cuddling and letting you pet his hair or actually get invested in the movie as well, cursing the characters for being so stupid and not talking out their problems. “I do, dummy,” you rolled your eyes, taking a sip from your milkshake that didn’t disappoint after Jeno had praised it so much, “But don’t you need to get to know a person before you can love them?”

“You’re the one with a boyfriend,” she mumbled, collecting herself from the table to take a sip of her drink as well, “Tell me about him.” “My boyfriend?” “Yeah, you never speak much about him and don’t let us meet him either. Convince me he’s not made up.” “Well we know each other since childhood,” you shared, feeling heat creep up your cheeks and neck, knowing how cliche your story sounded, “He lived in the house next to ours so we played a lot as children but then my family had to move away when I was in like elementary school or something because of my dad’s work but eventually we moved back for my last year of highschool.” “Oh wow, that must have sucked to leave all your friends behind twice.” Sighing, you ran your hands through your hair. “It wasn’t easy to just leave everything behind, but I managed. We moved back into our old house and he was also still living in the house next to us with his family. His mom made him take me to school every day and we shared a lot of classes and then it just went from there,” you smiled, blatantly leaving out the part where you had to basically force Jeno to speak and open up to you at nights on his rooftop beneath the moon and the stars. That was a private matter you didn’t want to share without his consent.

“That is so wholesome,” Mimi cheered, “What’s he like?” “Different?” You tried to explain, swirling your straw in your milkshake, “Like different than you’d expect him to be. When you see us together, you’d probably say we don’t match.” “Ooooh,” she nodded, her eyes wide, “So you’re like opposites?” “You could say that,” you smiled, “But when you get to know us, we’re not that different.” Before she could ask more questions, Jeno interrupted you again, hands full of your plates. “And that’s your food girls. Please enjoy,” he smiled, placing the plates down, “If you need anything else, I’ll be around.” “Actually,” Mimi began and you had to hold yourself back from interrupting her, “I was wondering when your shift is ending.” “My shift?” Jeno repeated, his eyes shortly drifting over to you. “Yeah,” she smiled, waiting for his answer. “I’m off in a bit,” he said slowly after checking the time on the neon clock hanging over the counter. “So you’re free after we’re done with our food?” She pressed on. “Probably?” “Would you like to hang out after? We still have some time until our next classes start. “Hang out. With you two,” he repeated, still dumbstruck by her boldness. “I mean you don’t have to if you really don’t want or have something to do,” she shrugged but you knew that look in her eyes. She was determined to have him hang out with you. “I was just going to go get groceries and go home,” Jeno shared, “Listen, I gotta go back to work or my boss will literally fire me because he already hates me.” With an apologetic smile, he quickly walked down to another table where a couple was seemingly done with their meal.

“You’re so shameless,” you accused your friend, finally digging into your meal. “Listen. I see a hot boy and need to talk to him, it’s as easy as that,” Mimi giggled, taking a bite from her burger. “Now tell me more about that boyfriend of yours.”

Once you were finished with your meal, Jeno already wasn’t there anymore to take your bill, instead, a cute girl with a big puffy skirt handed your friend the bill. “But half the stuff is missing,” Mimi asked, “I’m paying for both of us.” “Oh, my colleague took care of one of the meals,” the waiter smiled, “He must like one of you.” “I told you my flirting was worth it,” your friend smiled, handing over the money. You really didn’t have it in you to tell her that Jeno most likely covered for your half of the meal when she seemed so genuinely happy about it, so you swallowed the words back down even if it was going to come out sooner or later when you’d finally get Jeno to meet your friends.

Apparently, the universe wanted it to be sooner because as soon as you stepped back out of the diner and into the sun, a boy clad in all black caught your attention. He was leaning against the little railing around the diner, a cigarette between his lean fingers. “Hey,” you nudged your friend, nodding towards Jeno. “Huh?” “It’s the waiter,” you explained, looking over at him. By now it looked like he was trying his hardest to hold back his grin while taking another drag. Shocking people with his looks still was one of his favorite things to do if they only knew him from one of his jobs where he had to wear a uniform. “No way,” Mimi whispered, “He looks like a completely different guy.” “You’re not in love anymore now?” “He’s just so…” “Different?” You helped her out, rolling your eyes. Why could no one see past the dark clothes, chains and the cigarette and made the effort to actually get to know Jeno? “I don’t think he’s my type.” “You’re ridiculous,” you snorted, leaving her behind to walk over to Jeno.

“Hey bubblegum,” he smiled, curling an arm around your waist like it was second nature already, “Fancy seeing you here.” “You didn’t tell me that was the diner you applied to,” you pouted, scrunching your nose at the smell of smoke. “I didn’t know it was close to your campus,” he shrugged it off and stubbed out the remainder of his cigarette after taking a last drag, making an effort to blow the smoke away from you, “Your friend tried really hard to flirt with me.” “She’s an idiot,” you rolled your eyes, looping your arms around his torso to hug him close, “I missed you.” “I made you breakfast literally this morning,” he laughed but pulled you closer to him anyways. “If you work this close you could have come to visit.” “Bubblegum…” Jeno sighed, tucking a wild strand of hair back into place. “My friends think I’ve made up my boyfriend,” you pouted. “You want to show your friend back there how real I am? I think her eyes are already very close to falling out of her head.” “What’s going on in that head of yours Jeno Lee?” “Let me show you,” he grinned, cupping your face with one of his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a languid kiss, the taste of smoke on his breath familiar by now. “You really need to quit,” you grumbled against his lips. “I know,” he sighed but kissed you again anyways, “Wasn’t expecting to see you this soon.” “So you smoke in secret?” “Stop arguing when I’m trying to kiss you,” he grumbled, playfully biting your bottom lip. “Stop kissing me when I’m trying to safe your lungs,” you pouted, slapping his chest for emphasis but didn’t protest and insted kissed you again, languid and deep.

“Are you two done making out now?” Mimi suddenly interrupted you, making your face heat up as you took a step back from Jeno who was having nothing of that and pulled you back against his side by your waist. “Yeah, all done,” he grinned, holding one of his hands out for your friend to shake, “I’m Jeno.” “I figured from your boss screaming at you,” she mumbled but shook his hand anyways, giving him her name as well, “You made me look like a fool. Like you could have told me you were the infamous boyfriend refusing to meet us.” “It’s not like I was refusing.” “You totally were,” you butted in, pinching his side. “Listen it doesn’t sound as appealing to spend my evenings with a group of all girls as you think it does,” he defended himself, “And now you have a witness that I am in fact real.” “You’re not getting out of his now, Jeno Lee,” you grinned, lacing your fingers together. “And if I told you I had this really important thing to do?” He tried, throwing you his best puppy eyes. “We can go grocery shopping after my last class,” you rolled your eyes, “You’re walking back to campus with us now.” “Yes, ma’am,” he rolled his eyes, “Let me carry your bag.” “Oh god, you’ll make me feel so single,” Mimi groaned when you handed Jeno your backpack to carry. “You wanted this, I can leave any time,” your boyfriend shrugged, “Do you have like stones in your bag or something?” “It’s called books, you should try it,” you said, playfully sticking out your tongue. “Why am I even dating you?” Jeno just rolled his eyes. “Because you love me,” you smiled brightly. “Yeah, I kinda do,” he confessed, squeezing your hand.

“No need to make me feel even more single,” Mimi groaned again, “Do you have any hot friends to introduce me to, Jeno?” “I don’t think they’re your style,” he shrugged it off, motioning at his attire of ripped black jeans and dark shirt. “So you do have some hot friends that are also single?” “You almost fainted when you saw me, I don’t think you could handle them.” “Don’t judge a book by its cover, babe,” you smiled, leaning into his body. “Sure, bubblegum,” he gently smiled back.

Because if you had judged him by his cover, you’d never be as happy as you were right now.

[chrizbang]

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: Romance, eventual smut

Warnings: idol!Chan, kissing

Word count: 1.782

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this"

After a few days, Chan finally managed to get some free time for your movie date. This time, Mia wasn't able to help you get ready because she was on a trip with her boyfriend. Still, she sent you a text giving you some tips so you could look the best for your second date. You knew that it was going to happen at Chan's house again and his friends would be there, so you decided to wear something simple, a t-shirt and blue jeans. You weren't as nervous as on the first date because you saw how sweet Chan was, but it didn't mean that you weren't nervous at all. Especially because you were going to meet his friends, except for Hyunjin, which you were already introduced to. You decided to take a look a Stray Kids' songs so you would at least an idea of what was expecting you. You were awestruck. You were never interested on K-pop, but they were so talented. The singing, the rapping, the dancing, all of it was fascinating. You watched some live performances and you couldn't take your eyes off Chan. His stage presence, his voice and, his dancing were a dangerous combo. And you had to admit that you enjoyed way too much the performances where he would lift his shirt up or he would wear crop tops. You didn't realize that it was getting late and you had to leave for your date. When you arrived at his house, you took a moment to take a deep breath and to calm yourself down. If Chan's friends were as nice as him, it would all be okay. You stopped in front of the door and knocked on it. You waited but nobody answered. You knocked again and somebody finally answered. "Oh, hello there," a guy with a pretty smile said when he opened the door. "Hi," you shyly said. "Please come in," he suggested, giving you space so you could come inside. The house looked the same as the last time you went there, but this time the house was way fuller. "Guys, Y/N is here," the boy announced and everyone got up to greet you. You couldn't see Chan anywhere so it made you feel a little timid. Each one of them introduced themselves to you and they all looked like they were nice people. Felix even hugged you tight, he looked really excited to meet you. "It's good to see you again, Y/N. Please take a seat," Hyunjin said, pointing to the couch in the middle of the living room. "Where's Chan?" you timidly asked, almost whispering. "He's getting ready. He was working on the studio until some minutes ago so he got a little late," he said, apologetically. "Oh, it's okay." They engaged in a conversation and you stayed there, watching them, not knowing what to say. "Guys, you are going to scare the guest away with all this noise," Chan said, entering the living room. You felt your heart stutter a nervous tempo in your chest when you heard his voice. Chan walked around the couch, his eyes never leaving you. Jisung was sitting by your side and Chan made a movement with his hand, telling him to get up so he could sit there. "Hi," you smiled when he sat next to you. "Hi. Sorry for being late, I had a lot of work today."

"It's fine."

"What are we going to watch?" Seungmin asked. "How about we let our guest choose?" Minho suggested. Everybody looked at you and you had to restrain yourself from running away. "Anything for me is fine," you remarked. "Let's watch a horror movie then," Changbin said. The movie started and everyone took a seat. The couch you were sitting on had only two sits, so there was only you and Chan. You had your hand on top of your thigh for a moment. Suddenly, you felt the warm skin of Chan's hand touching yours. He held your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I told you I would hold your hand," he whispered in your ear. You looked at him and smiled.

For a moment, you felt a wave of boldness in your body and you decided to lay your head on Chan's shoulder. Didn't take long before his head was laying on top of yours too, making you feel safe and cozy. "You know what? This movie is really good but we have some work to do at the studio, right Jisung?" Changbin whined, looking at Jisung. It took a moment for him to answer since he was too interested in the movie. "Oh, yeah." Jisung briefly looked at Chan. "We have a lot to do." "It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," Changbin said before leaving the room with Jisung, who waved at you enthusiastically. The room was quiet again for a while until you heard someone yawning. "I think we should go to sleep," Minho stretched his body and got up from the couch. "Yeah, it's getting late and we had a lot of practice today," Felix said. "Enjoy the movie, guys," Minho purred, looking at you. By his expression and the tone of his voice, he looked like he was kind of teasing you. Chan's hand stopped holding yours, making you feel upset for a moment. until you felt his arm around your shoulder. "This movie is boring. I'm gonna play video games," Jeongin complained, getting up and going to his room. "I'm going with you," Hyunjin said. They both stopped and looked at Seungmin as if they were waiting for something. Seungmin frowned and followed them. "Bye, Y/N," he said before going up the stairs with his friends. So there you were, just you and Chan, in the living room, alone. You felt Chan's body getting closer to yours, which made your heart skip a beat.

His hand started to play with the hair at the back of your neck and you had to use all the strength you had to stop yourself from shivering. "Are you enjoying the movie?" he asked you "Yeah. I like horror movies." "Me too." After some minutes, you broke the silence. "Chan?" "Yeah." Chan looked at you, all his attention was on you. "Did you plan with your friends to leave us alone?" "Uhm...maybe?" You laughed, hiding your face with your hands. "I hope it's not a problem," he said, giving you the cutest look. There was no way that you would be upset at him. "I thought it was funny. That wasn't very natural." "I know," he laughed. There was an awkward silence for a moment. Your attention was on the TV but you noticed that he was looking at him, which made you look at him. "Can I- Can I kiss you?" "Yes." Chan slowly got closer to you. His eyes were on yours until he looked at your lips, making him lick his lips. When his lips finally touched yours, you felt your breath catching in your throat. His lips were soft and warm, making you want more. His left hand held delicately onto your neck while his right one grabbed your waist. You let your hand run through his chest while the other held onto the collar of his shirt. The kiss was sweet and slow, with passion radiating from both of you. You don't know how long you kissed because you got lost in the feeling of his lips on yours. Eventually, you stopped to catch your breath. You looked at Chan and he had the prettiest smile on his face, his lips red and swollen from the kissing. "You have no idea how much I wanted to do this," he purred. You smiled and tried to hide your face but Chan didn't let you. "Don't be shy," he whined. "I really like you, Chan," you said before you could stop yourself. Chan widened his eyes, surprised by your words. You started to panic, thinking that you taking things ahead of yourself. But you felt a wave of relief when Chan kissed you again, holding your face with your hands. "You have no idea how much I like you, Y/N," he whispered, against your lips. "Ever since I met you, I have to work harder to keep myself focused because I keep thinking about you all the time. You are getting me in trouble." "It's not my intention," you laughed. "Do you wanna eat something?" he asked. "I wanna kiss you." Chan smiled. He kissed you again but this time, the kiss was more intense. He ran his tongue on your lips and when you opened your mouth, he slid his tongue inside of it. You lightly sucked on it and Chan left a small moan to leave his mouth. You had to press your legs together after hearing him like that. You grabbed his hair, playing with his tongue. Chan explored your mouth as you kissed, while he held your body close to his. You had had to stop, again, to take a breath. "Shit," you said when you looked at the hour on your phone. "I really have to go home." "I'll take you home." Chan got up, looking for his shoes. "Oh no, you don't have to, I'll get an Uber." "I'm not gonna let you take an Uber this late at night," he insisted. "But what if somebody sees us together. Isn't this going to get you in trouble?" "It's really late. I don't think it's going to be a problem." You finally accepted Chan's ride. He kept talking to you about some stuff but you only paid attention to how sexy he looked while he drove. The sleeve of his shirt clung to his arm so tightly, like it's was going to be ripped apart any moment. The veins on his arms looked delicious. You knew that Chan was extremely attractive but kissing him made you see stuff from another perspective. "Here we are, Y/N," Chan said after stopping the car in front of your apartment. "Thank you for taking me home," you purred slowly. "Anything for you." "You are so charming," you rolled your eyes. Chan simply shrugged and laughed. "I'm going inside. Bye, Chan." "Bye. Have a good night." You left the car slowly, trying to hide how embarrassed you were. Chan stayed inside of his car and you knew he was watching you because you felt his eyes on you. You unlocked the door and entered inside but you stopped for a moment. You took a deep breath. Why not? "Chan," you called him before he had a chance to leave. "Do you want to come inside?"

A/N: thank your for reading!