#I’M BITING THE PILLOW SWIRLING MY HAIR BITING MY FOOT NAILS

[letssofia3006]

You know what’s even better than waking up with a certain someone absolutely annihilating your notifications with likes? When they escalate to a full-blown reblog spree.

[silksaddle]

lullaby

rating: 18+ only!

pairing: frankie morales x afab/fem!reader

summary: two love birds fucking to sleep.

word count: 2.2k+

content: fingering, brief intercrural sex, piv sex, biting, praise, choking (if you really, really squint)

a/n: ahhh. ignoring all the day’s responsibilities to write frankie smut. you know how it is.

It’s that usual slump of the rainy afternoon, your brain fogging over at the same rate that your eyelids grow heavy, blurry bursts of attention dwindling down to a steady and constant disinterest. Caffeine would do little to help, you think, clicking the pen in your hand— the only thing that keeps you alert. Incessant, slow snaps of noise against your thumb.

Resting your chin in your palm, you look over the same string of words that have flown through your vision three times, always forgotten once your sight leaves them. A break would help, should help, but you can’t pull yourself up from the chair. Instead, your arms become a pillow underneath your head, crossed and slightly uncomfortable for your neck as you scoot the chair outwards and lean against the desk.

Half-conscious, you hear the door crack open, then listen to the way it squeaks further as Frankie carefully pokes his head in. You hum in acknowledgement of his presence, but it’s the most you can manage, turning your head to rest the other cheek over your forearms, pushing the work back in the process.

His chuckle follows, warm and cheery sounds filling your ears until his large hand rests firm on your shoulder, fingertips applying light pressure in a too-gentle attempt at pulling you upright.

“Baby...” he whispers, lowering his head until his lips are just shy of your ear, “that doesn’t look very comfortable.” There’s a concerned tone lurking underneath the sweet edge of his voice as he begins to rub his fingers into both shoulders, working into the knots and tension. “Time for a nap?”

He presses a little harder into the spaces beside your neck and you raise your head with a sigh, leaning into his calming touch. 

“Looks like it,” he continues, bending to leave a soft kiss on your neck. “Come on, sweetheart. Up.” He places his hands under your arms and lifts, raising you a fraction of the way until you hold yourself up for him, standing on your feet and then lazily falling into the support of his strong arms.

“Hi,” you smile into his chest, all woodsy and warm with the essence of campfire.

“Been working real hard, huh?” he smiles back, gingerly leading you to bed, minding the steps you take.

At the foot of the bed, he sits you down and kneels at your feet, deft fingers working at the button of your jeans. His tongue pokes out in his focus, sliding across his upper lip.

“What’re you doing, baby?” you question, brushing a curl off his forehead with a single finger.

“Tell me if I’m wrong, but jeans aren’t comfortable to sleep in,” he laughs, his head chasing that subtle touch of yours. His fingers hook at the waistband and tug, you lifting your hips for him to aid in the process. The denim bunches at your feet and he pulls off each pant leg, dropping a kiss to each knee.

You thank him as he stands once more, planting his palms on either side of you as he leans in for a long, simple kiss to your lips. “You know I’m always available if you need to be undressed,” he says into your mouth and you giggle back into his. He urges you to lay down after ridding himself of his own pants, pulling you up with him on the mattress.

He’s a warm, solid comfort behind you as he tucks his smooth legs into the backs of yours, a heavy arm draping over your waist and bringing you ever closer to himself. His nose tickles the back of your neck as he uses it to move your hair, getting it out of the way for his lips to leave kisses there.

“Frankie,” you laugh, light and airy, squirming in his gentle grip while his kisses gain firmness and you feel the unmistakable yet lightning quick swipe of his tongue. His movements slow, an arm sneaking under your shirt and a thumb seeking out your nipple. He brushes over it languidly, hooking his chin over your shoulder to watch you and hear the way your breathing quickens. 

“Frankie...” This time, you sigh his name instead of laughing it out and you can feel him rapidly hardening against you, his hips beginning an unhurried roll.

“What kind of man would I be...” his breaths are shallow in your ear and he punctuates his words with a rough grind, “if I didn’t fuck my girl to sleep?”

“Oh, God, baby...” Breathless, you match and mirror each roll of his hips, listening to the low groans falling out of him. He brings his thumb up to your mouth and waits for you to take it in and wet it; you swirl your tongue before he withdraws it and brings it back to your nipple, massaging its wetness into the sensitive skin. 

“Is this okay?” He moans the question, reaching his hand down the front of your underwear and whimpering when he feels how slick you are for him, how physical your neediness has become.

“Fuck, always, Frankie, keep going,” you splutter, earning a pleased chuckle, his fingers spreading your wetness and circling your clit softly. Your head falls back into his shoulder and your body rocks with each thrust of his, sheets rustling beneath the both of you.

“Shit, you’re wet, baby.” His voice teeters on the edge of trembling as he slides two thick fingers in to stretch you out, fucking you with them in time with his grinding. Your own hand is quick to grasp at his wrist, nails digging, your moans filling the room in high and breathy, desperate and desirous noise. He curls the fingers inside you, pressing them tight to that spot he knows you can barely handle and keeps them there, rubbing it, massaging it. 

“Fuck, I need to fuck you, have to... have to have you,” he grunts, rubbing a few more circles before slipping his hand away, leaving you whining at the loss. “Shhh, baby,” he soothes, reaching down and tugging your underwear off. You kick them from your feet and attempt to turn and help him out of his but are powerless against the strength of him pinning you on your side. “No, I want you like this,” he tells you— warns you, sliding an arm under your neck and bending it to hold you still, squeezing you between his bicep and forearm. 

Taking his cock out, you feel it hard on your skin with the slight dampness of precum dripping. For a moment, he slides it between your thighs, your arousal allowing it to slip easy and thoroughly through your folds. At another whine of his name, he notches it at your entrance and before stretching you on it, he hooks a hand under your knee and raises your leg.

He gives you the first few inches and pauses to let you adjust, though his restrain is steadily running out. Once he’s sure you’re okay, he lunges forward to the hilt and his grip tightens on your neck, your leg, and the sound that leaves him is wrecked; a serrated and low hiss causing you to wet his cock even more.

“Jesus, fuck— you feel perfect like this,” Frankie babbles, lips catching on your ear lobe. You tilt your head to leave a free space for him and he takes it, open mouthed nips pulling at your skin, but not lasting— he turns to simple mouthing at your neck when he pulls out and pushes back in, the ability to place proper kisses diminishing, replaced by his pleasure.

He’s so thick, even more so at this angle, filling you to the point you feel complete with him nestled into you like this. The scruff of his cheek scratches on your neck, your hand reaching back to keep him there, fingers threading through what used to be a neat head of hair, now a mess of curls.

“M— more, please,” you beg, wishing you could turn your head enough to kiss him. Frankie notices the strain of your need, leaning his face as close to yours as he can, capturing your lips in a messy, sloppy kiss; it’s a desperate joining of mouths. His thrusts grow more urgent when he feels your slick dripping out onto the rest of him, sharing his breath with you; his groans to your lighter sighs.

“Yeah baby? You want some more?”

Lifting your leg even higher, deepening the crease in your hip, he fucks into you faster, harder, hitting something profound inside you and he tells you how fucking good you feel, how pretty you are, how gorgeous you sound. 

Mewling, you tug roughly on his hair, jolting with every push. His teeth scrape your shoulder, trailing until he bites down on it with a loud grunt, grinding his cock deep instead of fucking you in and out, keeping it inside you with each small but hefty shove.

He surrounds you; his flannel-covered chest and soft belly flush to your back, his wet, desperate mouthing, his cock filling you up so well. He lets your leg free, dropping that hand to your clit, running the tip of his middle finger over its slippery surface.

“That’s right, baby, just let me fuck you,” he coos, nuzzling his cheek on your shoulder, “just let me take— fuck— take care of you.”

“Frankie, you feel so good, baby, I can’t—”

“S’okay, I’ve got you.”

Another moan breaking from your throat forces him to start moving again, hard enough to make those sharp slapping noises of his pelvis against your ass, though not as loud as his harsh breaths in your ear, his strained praise. He picks up the pace of his fingers, swiping petal soft patterns on your clit, your sensitivity allowing that gentleness to be wholly pleasurable.

“I’ve needed you like this for so fucking long,” Frankie confesses, a deep furrow in his brow, his teeth catching his bottom lip. “Thought about fucking you from behind, making you cum on my cock, hearing you moan just for me...” 

“Francisco!” You cry, his fingers working you up almost too fast, and paired with the sensation of his intense pushes, there isn’t much time left to brace yourself for the way you’re about to cum, for the way it’s swiftly building up strong and relentless.

“Come on, baby, cum on me, I wanna feel it.”

You can faintly hear him urging you to take a deep breath right as it washes over you, the tingling, fiery release spreading from your head to your toes, all while Frankie fucks you through it. His cock brushes every inner part of you, his finger on your clit stopping just to apply pressure that sings from your core.

“Good girl,” he rasps those sweet words, your throat turning sore at the endless panting and use of your voice, your leg falling limp to the mattress after holding it up so long for him. From the corner of your vision you can see him fisting the pillow underneath you, the veins of his hand prominent, the muscles of his forearm tensing.

“Can I—”

“Yes, please, baby, cum inside,” you whimper, his cock pushing in even smoother with the added slick of your orgasm and he mewls at those words, getting a few more rhythmic thrusts in before they turn ragged and he spills into you with a soft shout. His nose burrows into your neck as he tries and fails to catch his breath; you, letting him hold you close as he comes down.

He resumes those featherlight kisses, a line leading up to that spot just behind your ear— warm presses of his lips with no other intention than to feel you.

“Okay?” He manages to ask, so quiet and bashful, even, as he feels his cum trickle out of you and onto his lap.

“Mhm,” you smile, finally able to turn in his hold, and the sight of him makes you want to do it all over again; his flushed face, his wide, dark eyes looking back at you in admiration, the disheveled state of his button up. The sleeves pushed up to his elbows are all crinkled, and you let your thumb run over the edge of the fabric before feeling your way up his arm. He smiles, a sleepy state of contentment taking over him and he pulls you onto his chest, keeping you safe, a hand on the back of your head.

The patterns of your breathing match, in and out, slowing down, his heartbeat losing speed under your ear.

He makes a happy noise when you place a chaste kiss on his collarbone, the rain picking up outside, washing down the window behind the see-through curtains. He taps the small of your back three times, and you know this is him telling you he loves you, a tap for each word; so you kiss him three more times, two kisses on those smooth spaces where hair refuses to grow, and once on his lips which he returns gratefully.

Drawing the comforter up over your shoulders, he ensures it’s snug over the two of you. “Go to sleep, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “you deserve it.”

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[starkeyscline]

Freaky on Camera - Drew Starkey

Summary : After receiving a new camera for his birthday, Drew has the perfect idea on how to break it in.

Warnings: Smut. Smut. Smut and more smut. No plot. At all. Cussing. Oral (female and male receiving). Fingering. Unprotected sex (Don’t be a fool, wrap the tool.) Spit play. Choking. Recording sex.

AN: Also this is my first time writing smut, so it’s probably going to be awful. Please give me feedback, and request things. I’m open to writing for basically anyone right now, but due to comfort reasons I will not write smut for underaged characters unless you’re okay with them being aged up.

Word Count : 2414

The minute Drew’s apartment door was shut, you were roughly pressed up against it. Dinner with the cast was fun, talking about random things going on in the show, life and so on and so forth. The whole time though, Drew couldn’t keep his hands off of you. His hand was resting on your thigh under the table, rubbing further up towards your core before darting back down multiple times. Despite him constantly teasing you, the meal went by nicely. 

You had almost forgot about what he proposed earlier in the night, until his lips moved from yours to start their attack on your neck. 

“So… how do you feel about the idea of recording us, love?” Drew asked, his hands playing with the hem of your shirt. 

You thought for a moment, knowing it was something he had wanted to do before he got his new camera, but you were too iffy on the idea of using his phone. Just the idea of someone hacking into his icloud was more than enough of a reason for you to say no. But, with his new video camera you knew there were ways to be safe with it all. 

“Mm.. I don’t know..” You said in a sultry tone, even though you knew for a fact you were down for it. 

He nodded against your neck slightly, before he started to lower himself down to your collarbone, leaving a few hickeys. 

“I’m down, let’s do it.” You smiled as you felt his smile against your skin, causing him to pick you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly to support your weight. 

As he brought you to the bedroom he finally set hii down on the bed. He took a few moments to set up the camera before heading back to you. 

The moment he reached you again, he pulled you onto his lap. His calloused hands began to tug on your shirt as you grinded against his lap. He finally pulled your shirt off, tossing it onto the ground. Your burgundy lacy bra was exposed, causing his jaw to drop some. He adored the set on you, loving how the color complimented your skin. 

“Fuck, Y/n..” Drew groaned out, before pressing gentle kisses to your breasts, while working on the hooks. 

You took this time to pull his shirt off, a small whine leaving your lips when his moved from your chest. As you continued or grind against his lap, you slowly stopped to undo the buckle he was wearing. 

“Can we quit acting like this will be posted anywhere, and you just put my cock in your mouth?” Drew finally let out, causing you to laugh. 

“I was waiting for one of us to say that.” You said getting off of the bed, and pulled off your skirt and thong, leaving you completely exposed as he stumbled to get naked himself. 

“You look so fucking gorgeous.” 

You hummed out in a thank you, as you got back on the bed. You slid in between the both of his legs, wrapping your plump lips around the tip of his cock. 

He let in a small, sharp inhale as you did so. 

You mainly focused on the tip of his cock for a bit, until he took a handful of your hair, and gently pushed your head down. Your small hands rested against his thighs, nails scratching down them gently, causing goosebumps in the wake of your fingers. 

“Your mouth feels so good..” He groaned out, before you tapped on his thigh twice. 

It was your signal for when you needed a moment, whether him shoving his cock too far back or you weren’t focused on breathing and he instantly stopped pumping his hips up. 

Your hands replaced where your mouth once was, pumping his thick and lengthy cock. Your thumb occasionally brushing over the tip, spreading the precum all around. 

Right as you were about to go down on him again, he opened up his mouth. “C’mere.”

You happily obliged, and opened your mouth as you knew what he was getting ready to do. He spit into your mouth, right on your tongue. 

“Swallow.” Drew demanded, watching in admiration as you did. When you were finished, you instantly went back to going down on him.

You swirled your tongue around his tip a few times, one of your hands fondling his balls when his thrusts became more erratic, a sign that he was close. After a few more pumps of his hips, he finally released his load in your mouth. 

Some spilled over, out of your lips as you released his cock from your mouth. You swapped whatever didn’t escape, and used your thumb to gather the rest and push it back into your mouth. 

After the both of you took maybe a minute at most to regain your breath, and stamina, Drew instantly got off the bed and went to the foot of it. His calloused hands wrapped around your calves to pull you down to him. A small giggle left your lips as he did so, not completely expecting it. 

Your legs instantly went on top of his shoulders, to make yourself more comfortable. 

“Fuck.. you’re so wet baby, and I barely even touched you.” He groaned, two of his fingers sliding up your slit, gathering some of your wetness before rubbing your clit. 

“Drew, c’mon.” you whined, craving the feeling of his tongue. 

Typically he would make you beg for it, but due to the combination of the camera recording, and how wet you were — if he wasn’t so set on eating you out he would push his cock right in. 

As Drew’s tongue skillfully licked your clit in the shape of figure eights, he pumped one of his fingers in and out of you. As you moaned, he felt himself growing hard again, motivating him to slide his middle finger in, then his index finger into you. 

“You’re taking my fingers so well.. can’t wait for you to take my cock.” He spoke against your clit, you instantly becoming wetter. 

As he continued to suck, lick and very lightly bite your clit you felt yourself grow closer to cumming. Your hips bucked up, thighs starting to shake and toes beginning to curl. This caused Drew to smirk, seeing how close you were to coming undone for him. 

“C’mon baby girl.” He moaned out, the vibrations against your clit causing you to let out another loud moan, and then his fingers grazing your g-spot sent you over the edge. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moaned, your hips bucking up as though you were trying to get away from him which caused him to wrap his arm around your hips, holding them down. 

After you finished cumming, he lapped up what he could, before getting back onto the bed. You knew you wanted this to be more for him, then you, and he’d rather see your reaction. 

“Move to the end of the bed, so you are facing away from it.” You said, causing his eyebrow to raise. 

“So you’re making demands now?” 

“No but I figured you’d like to see my tits bouncing as I ride you when you rewatch this.”

After that, he happily obliged. He moved down to the edge of the bed, his head resting right above the footboard, along with a pillow. As you straddled him, and teased him by rubbing your soaking entrance against his hard cock he let out a small groan, wanting more. 

“C’mon. You wanted to ride me, so ride me.” 

He didn’t have to say anything after that, as you lifted yourself and then his cock up, before slowly sliding down it. His hands instantly went to your hips, helping you hold yourself down as you got used to his size. 

Despite having three of his fingers stretching you out minutes before, his dick always had a different effect - being larger in pretty much every way you could imagine. 

After waiting a few seconds, you began to slide up and down his cock. Finding yourself the right angle, hands gripping the foot board to help keep yourself up, and back slightly angled so your breasts almost hit his face every time you moved yourself. 

He took this time to slide one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and slightly grazing his teeth against the bud. 

An illicit moan left your mouth, riding him this fast after an orgasm already had you leading up to another one, and he knew that. 

Drew eventually released your nipple and began to take control. One of his hands reached down, and smacked your ass harshly causing another illicit moan to leave, and then his hands roughly gripped at your hips. His nails gently dug into the soft skin, as he began to move your body to how he wanted. 

Your hands released the foot board, and pushed your hair out of your face, as it was clinging all over your face and body due to your sweat. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned, as he continued to move your body how he wanted to. 

As he brushed your g-spot a pornographic moan left your mouth, and you tossed your head back. Drew smirked as he had gotten you where he wanted you, before bringing you down one last time. 

“I wanna switch positions.” He said, a small whine leaving your lips. You were so close to finishing, just for him to say that. What a fucking tease. 

“Drew. I was so close.” 

“I know, I’ll make it worth it. Promise.” He said, kissing you hungrily before you got off of him, and let him put you in the position he wanted you in. 

Your cheek was flush against the pillow, ass as high as it would go, and your back arched. It was a sight to die for, as he would say. 

You felt your wetness dripping down your thighs, as you sat there completely exposed as you waited for him to make a move. He finally did. 

With a swift move of his hand, leaving your ass a bright shade of red, he then slid back into your wet pussy. One of his hands slid down your body to your hair, wrapping his hand in it before roughly thrusting his hips. 

His balls smacked against your clit with each thrust, and the sound of your skin hitting against one each others flooded the room along with the both of your moans and groans. Drew finally pulled your body up by your hair, you both kneeling as he continued to thrust into you. 

“You look so fucking good, (Y/n.)” He said in a dominant tone, seeing your makeup all messed around, your lips swollen. 

His hand that wasn't wrapped in your hair moved to your throat, applying a small amount of pressure on the sides. His arm was between your breasts, causing him to smirk the whole time.

“You’re such a pretty little whore.” He moaned into your ear, as his cock began to rapidly hit your g-spot again. 

A loud breathy moan left your mouth, causing your thighs to start to shake and toes to curl up, and him to realize how close the both of you were. His hand released its grip on your throat, and moved to your jaw as he wanted you to watch yourself finish and see how gorgeous you looked. 

“Look in the mirror, I want you to see how gorgeous you look when you cum.” Drew moaned into your ear yet again, his hand that was in your hair now releasing it.

His hand dragged down his body, his hand still holding your jaw so you were still looking in the mirror. As his hand reached right above your core, he teased you momentarily by dragging his hand back up your stomach.

“Drew..” You whined needily, wanting your sweet release to come faster.

After hearing his name escape your lips, his hand instantly shot back down and he began to rub your clit with one of his calloused fingers.

As your legs began to shake yet again, your toes curl and your hands grip at his arms. Your hands consequently left a few scratches against his arm, nothing deep thankfully for him.

After a few more sharp thrusts from him, you were ready to cum. He wasn’t big on denying your orgasms, loving the look on your face as you cum and the blissful smile on your lips afterward but for once, you decided to ask.

“Fuck.. fuck.. Fuck. Drew, can I cum?” You moaned out needily, and felt him smirk against your skin.

“Cum for me.” He said simply.

Even though the words were so simple, and not even dirty you instantly felt the rubber band in your stomach snap. Loud moans began to leave your mouth in rapid succession. The feeling lasted longer than it normally would, but you were too deep in your state of bliss to realize. 

Shortly after you finished, Drew had finished himself, giving you both a few moments to catch your breath before the both of you moved from one another. You laid back on the bed, legs spread as you waited for him to return with a damp washcloth as usual.

“Did you know you could squirt?” He asked with a smirk on his face, and it caused you to blush. 

“I didn’t.” You said sheepishly, rather shocked.

As you felt the mixture of both of your cum drip down your pussy and thighs you tapped his arm gently, and he nodded instantly remembering what he forgot to do. He grabbed the camera, and brought it up to your pussy, to get a clip of the cum dripping out of you.

After he was content with the clip, he then turned the camera off and set it besides you, and brought a wet rag to you and began to wipe everything up, before sliding two of his fingers into you. He slid his fingers back out, before sliding them into your mouth, covered in the mixture of the both of your juices. You eagerly sucked on them, as he cleaned you up.

“How about round two?” He asked as you were still recovering, leaning down to press his lips to yours momentarily. You looked and felt so good.” 

“Maybe in a bit..” You mumbled in reply, placing your lips back on top of his.

[mockingjay34]

Writing request/prompt: Head scritches! Obi-Wan needs to soothe Cody somehow and he decides to try what he did with Anakin, when he was young AKA starts scratching his scalp and petting Cody's hair. How Cody will react, is up to you!

This was so sweet! I hope you enjoy!

Cody’s hands shook as he took off his armor. He moved slower than usual, snapping each piece off and placing it in a neat pile on the table beside him. Really, he should have arranged it on the armor form pushed in the corner of the room out of the way, but he knew the plastoid would rattle against the durasteel and that wasn’t a truth he was ready to face. So, stacked piles would have to do until he could tame the quivering of his limbs.

There wasn’t any reason for him to feel so on edge. The mission itself wasn’t horrible. Casualties were low and injuries were minor and they were on and off the surface of the dusty planet in the span of two days. It was the ideal mission for them to face. Somehow though, the calmer missions had the worst fallout. In an all out firefight, Cody could work through the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The feeling of blaster fire at the tips of his fingers was cathartic in its own right, and left him so exhausted he could barely stay awake on the transport back up to the ship afterward.

The calm ones were accompanied by a different kind of stress. The longer they went, the more the tension built at the back of his neck. His teeth chattered in his helmet and set his every nerve on edge, causing him to jump at every movement and sound. He focused in on every flit across his HUD until the muscles in his arms ached with the effort of following with his blaster.

And then nothing. No relief.

All the way back up to the Negotiator, Cody’s legs shook and and he shivered despite the sweat that had gathered at his collar from being packed in close with the other troopers. By the time he reached his room, it was as if electricity was shooting through his limbs and he wiggled his fingers nearly nonstop to relieve some of the energy.

When Cody was dressed down to nothing more than his blacks, he braced both of his palms against the table top and leaned forward, pushing his weight down until both of his shoulders gave a satisfying crack. He sighed in relief and stepped back as the door to the room slid open behind him. Cody jumped at the noise, ramming his hip into the table and causing it to rattle loudly in the silence. The piles of armor toppled and fell to a messy heap. 

Obi-Wan stepped in from the corridor beyond, head buried in a datapad. Although, he too flinched at the clatter, eyes slipping shut and jaw clenching in shock. “Hello, my dear,” he said. He smiled kindly at Cody and set his datapad on the side table. Cody tried to smile back at him, really he did. He was certain it looked more like a grimace than anything though. “Debrief didn’t take too long, I suppose?” Obi-Wan asked, holding his hand out for Cody to come closer.

Cody took the invitation for what it was and crossed the distance in a few long strides. He grasped at Obi-Wan’s hand for a moment before leaning in further, slipping his arms around his waist. “It wasn’t too bad,” he mumbled into Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Even wrapped up as close to Obi-Wan as he could get, Cody was viciously aware of the tremors that tore through his body in waves. 

“What’s wrong, my love?” Obi-Wan asked softly, bringing a hand up to rest at the back of Cody’s neck. He ran his thumb along the skin above his blacks, just barely grazing the curls at his hairline. Cody let out another violent shiver, his arms tensing around Obi-Wan’s waist.

Cody swallowed roughly. “I can’t stop shaking,” he replied. “It’s the adrenaline I think.”

Obi-Wan pulled back and looked at him for a long moment. “It’ll be okay. Come lay down with me for a bit.”

Cody glanced uncertainly at the bed pushed against the wall at the other side of the room. “I’m filthy though.”

“That’s quite alright,” Obi-Wan replied with a snort. “I don’t believe I smell like spring roses myself. That’s what the laundry is for, after all.” 

Cody shook his head in disbelief and allowed Obi-Wan to lead him to their bed. He came to a stop at the edge, staring uncertainly at the mounds of blankets draped across it.

“What’s wrong?” Obi-Wan asked. Cody shook his head but didn’t speak. He looked down and pinched at the bridge of his nose. 

“I-I can’t,” he said eventually. “Too warm. Too much.”

Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. He reached towards the middle to grab the blankets in his fist, then pulled them back until they fell from the foot of the bed, leaving only the top sheets fitted over the two small bunks they had pushed together. “Are the pillows okay?” He asked.

Sighing, Cody nodded his head and settled on the edge of the bed. He sat there uncertainly before he laid down and stared at the ceiling. The mattress sank under Obi-Wan’s weight when he laid next to him, close but not touching.

They remained in silence for several long moments, savoring the quiet darkness of their room. “I can’t calm down,” Cody said. “My jaw is shaking.”

Obi-Wan hummed softly. “How can I help?”

Biting back the aggravated tears that sprang to his eyes, Cody responded, “I don’t know.”

“Can I touch you?”

Cody let out a harsh breath. “Always.”

It took a moment for Obi-Wan to adjust them to his liking. He fluffed some pillows behind them and propped himself up on them. Then, he pulled Cody close to his side, resting his head against his chest. Cody melted into the hold, breath evening out almost instantly. From where his head rested, Cody could hear the beat of Obi-Wan’s heart and feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Obi-Wan brought his hand to Cody’s head and brushed his fingers through his hair, dragging his nails across his scalp as he did. Cody shuddered, a chill prickling his skin with goose flesh. 

“Is this okay?” Obi-Wan asked.

Cody hummed into his chest, melting into his side as Obi-Wan swirled his fingertips through his hair. The feeling was intoxicating in a way he couldn’t describe. Every drag of Obi-Wan’s deft fingers made him feel heavier, more settled. Before he knew it, he had fallen finally, blessedly still.

“I used to do this with Anakin,” Obi-Wan explained, twirling a strand around his finger and letting it go to spring back into shape. “When I first took him on as my Padawan. He would get these awful nightmares and wake up in fits. He would have so much nervous energy and it was damn near impossible to get him back to sleep on his own. One night, I sat on the floor by his bed after one his nightmares and ran my fingers through his hair and he was out like a light. I’m convinced it would probably still work.”

Obi-Wan fell silent and waited for some sort of response but was met with nothing more than the sound of the air filtration system kicking on. He craned his neck to look down at Cody laying against his chest. His eyes were closed and his breath was deep and even. “Kind of like that,” he whispered. Obi-Wan sank back into the pillows and adjusted his hold on Cody, savoring the featherlight touch of his hair against his palm. Eventually, his eyes grew heavy and he gave in to the warmth of sleep.

[jjungkookislife]

how bout a 78+73+55 with two beautiful bby buns 🥰🥰🥰

pairing: baby buns!jk x reader

78. “are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

73. “you’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

55. “I’ve missed this.”

tw: flashback, virgin!kook x virgin reader (loss of virginity),  marking, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

“I’ve missed this,” Jungkook murmurs against your neck, his nose nuzzled into your skin as his body hovers over yours, not wanting to put his full weight on you.

“Me too,” you say as you stroke his hair, your fingers gently brushing against his ears. He groans against your skin, your name rolling off his tongue in a saccharine moan.

“I’ve missed your scent. I hated being apart from you. I was miserable,” Jungkook admits as he grasps both your hands to pin to the bed as he sits back on his heels.

“Me too. Not being able to see you for a full day was awful. I cried so much,” you frown as you shake your head to clear the memories. “What an awful wedding tradition. I should be able to see my husband-to-be the day before our wedding. Luck be damned.”

Jungkook chuckles, “I agree. I missed you terribly. We’re past all that now, baby. It’s our wedding night and I plan on making it memorable.”

“Oh?” You smile, nerves bubbling in your stomach. A bashful smile appears on Jungkook’s face, “yeah.”

In all honesty, Jungkook had been nervous about tonight. You were mates, and sure, you have fooled around before, but you never went all the way. You were both virgins, both eager for your wedding night and for Jungkook to mark you as his mate, sealing your bond forever.

It was a lot to take on, but your love for him overcame all your worries as you kissed him, losing yourself in him.

Jungkook resisted the urge to thump his foot as the kiss grew deeper, excitement thrumming in his veins. He wanted you desperately, needed to fill you.

“Jungkook,” your moan of his name draws his attention, his hand cupping your face. “Touch me, baby. Make love to me.”

Jungkook’s erection throbs at your words, his heart racing in his chest as he caressed your cheek.

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” Jungkook warns, his tongue peeking between his lips to lick them. His hand reaches for yours, his thumb running over your wedding band. A low growl escapes him, you’re his. His mate.

“Please, Jungkook,” you plead, your lips capturing his.  Jungkook immediately kisses you back, moaning softly as his hands caress every bit of your body as he slots himself between your legs. You automatically wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your hands run down his muscular back.

Jungkook blushes, his fingers tracing the scalloped detailing of your lingerie, cupping your breast. His delicate touch has you keening, a soft smile on your lips as he tugs the lingerie down to expose your breast.

“I’m going to mark you right here,” he whispers, his finger circling the spot on the swell of your breast.  You nod, pulling him down to you to kiss him. Jungkook rocks his hips against you, soft moans escaping him.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, groaning when your fingers brush his ears.  “I need you., baby.”

“I love you,” you respond, loving the way his soft lips trail kisses from your jaw to to your neck and down to your breast. His tongue licks your skin, his teeth gently biting down until he breaks skin.

“Kook!” You gasp, arching into him as a slight pain runs through you.  Jungkook is quick to kiss you all over, focusing on your cheeks and nose before he’s nuzzling into your neck.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!” Jungkook breathes, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he holds you tight, forcing himself to look at your breast to see his mark permanently engraved on your skin.

A rough kiss takes you by surprise, Jungkook holding your face in his hands as he feels the overwhelming love and lust of his sealed bond. A crazed look crosses his eyes as he quickly strips you of your lingerie, leaving it in pieces to litter the floor.

 A deep blush spread across Jungkook’s cheeks, admiring the beauty of your body for the first time.  You’re bashful beneath him, unable to make eye contact with him.  Jungkook had seen you naked from the waist up or the waist down, but never both... until now.  It was definitely a pleasant sight. Jungkook’s ears twitched, his nose scrunching as he smiled widely, “so beautiful. Such a pretty mate.”

“Jungkook,” you breathe his name, your hand reaching to unbutton his shirt, dragging it down his arms to discard over the side of the bed. Despite his best efforts, his excitement is through the roof and his foot begins to thump.

“Fuck,” he curses, grabbing your hips before he leans over you, his hair falling over his eyes before he kissed you once again. Fueled by lust and desire, your hands make quick work of his pants, shoving them down his thick thighs alone with his boxers.  Your hand wraps around his dick, drawing a moan from your husband that sends tingles down your spine.

“Baby,” Jungkook whimpers, overwhelmed by the scent of your arousal, wanting nothing more than to be buried nose deep between your thighs. Regretfully., Jungkook unwraps your hand from his cock to free himself as he trails kisses down your body until he’s gripping your thighs and pressing kisses and nips on both of them.  The sweet sound of your moans spurs him on as he licks and teases you enough to drive you wild until you’re near tears begging him to touch you.

A smug smile appears on his lips as he licks a broad stripe along your folds.  He keeps one hand on your thigh, the other he uses his fingers to spread your folds and moan when he sees how wet you’ve become.

“Jungkook...” his name sounds so sinful rolling off your tongue.  Your hips chasing his tongue in search of pleasure as he dips back between your thighs, lips gently suckling your clit.  Your hand tangles itself in his hair, mindful of his ears as you tug at the locks.

“More,” you whimper, feeling him slip one of his fingers inside you.  Your thighs tremble and your breathing growing ragged.  You moan again, your thighs spreading further as a second finger pushes into you, curling inside you as his tongue swirls around your clit.

 Jungkook knows your body well enough by now to know the telltale signs of your impending orgasm,  He notes the way your voice gets an octave higher, the change in your breathing, the way you grip his hair and writhe beneath him as your eyes squeeze shut and a weak moan of his name fills the room before you’re overcome with pleasure.

Jungkook continues his ministrations, groaning against you as your orgasm has you squeezing his fingers, pulsating around them and he so desperately wishes it was his cock inside you instead.

“Kook... Kookie,” you sigh, head lolling back as you try to gather yourself enough to release the death grip you’d had on his hair.  Jungkook chuckles, his ear twitching, thankful to have some room to move again.

“Was that good?” he asks meekly, slowly pulling his fingers out of you to pop them into his mouth, his tongue licking them clean as his eyes remain locked with yours.  The sight is erotic, your legs quivering at the anticipation of what’s coming.

“S-so good,” you stutter as your chest rises and falls.  “Kiss me.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice as his lips brush against yours in a gentle kiss that soon deepens and grows passionately.  His hips rock against yours, his cock hard and ready to push past your wet folds.  He grunts, eyes squeezed shut as his lips plant kisses on the column of your throat.  His foot thumps, his hips circling yours as he grabs his cock, teasing your entrance with the head.

Your hands grip his shoulders, nails lightly digging into his skin as he kisses you before pushing in.  You gasp, biting your bottom lip as he slowly pushes into you, filling you fully after a few moments.

Jungkook grunts, sweat beading on his brow, his eyes shut and his breath caught in his throat.  So warm, so wet... so fucking wet.  He cries your name, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he releases a guttural groan.

“Jungkook,” you breathe, your fingers twined in his hair as you pull him into a kiss.  There’s a slight discomfort, but it passes when Jungkook cautiously begins to move.  He studies your face, reading it for any signs of discomfort.

“I love you.  I love you...”

“I love you,” you whisper back in response, your hand caressing his cheek as he pulls out a bit, only to push back in.  You curse; your hand in his, squeezing it as he kisses each of your fingers before he’s picking up the pace, mindful to be gentle until you’re moaning his name.

Jungkook loses himself in you, in your touch, in your scent, in the essence that is you.  He’s overwhelmed with emotions and lust, his mind cloudy, but the shine of your wedding band catches his attention and a deep growl rips through him.

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”  You’re eagerly nodding your head in agreement, your nails dragging down his muscular back, leaving pink streaks on his skin. You’re not surprised by bit bout of possessiveness, knowing hybrids tended to be possessive when it came to their mates, you being human makes him take it up a notch. An unclaimed mate (especially a human), was seen as available until the mate had their partner’s bond.

Jungkook didn’t care if the bond was official now. You were his, and he was yours, and that’s the way he liked it.  Your wedding ring would (hopefully) ward off any humans, and your mate bond would ward off all hybrids.

“Mine,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Yours,” you answer in response, earning a rough thrust from him as he pins your hands onto the pillow on either side of your head.  Jungkook kisses you, muffling your moans as he fucks you harder, deeper. Your legs tighten around his hips, pulling him deeper as you tighten around him, moaning and arching into him as he holds you close.

“Baby,” you breathe in an airy tone.  “I’m so close.”

Jungkook grunts in response, biting back a moan as he pushes in deeper, loving the warmth of your cunt wrapped around him.  It’s so overwhelming, he knows he won’t be able to go much farther.  You overwhelm all of his senses, everything becoming too much as a fiery heat spreads throughout his body as your moans grow louder, back arching as you orgasm.

His name tumbles from your lips in cries and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure courses through you.  Jungkook finds it impossible to look away from your face, loving the fucked out look on your face that appears at the apex of your orgasm.

Jungkook grunts, he’s close, and he just needs a little more to get off with you.  He grabs your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts in and out of you, “touch me.”

Your hands caress his face but he shakes his head, “my ears.  T-touch my ears.”

You’re endeared by his stutters, noting the blush that appears on the apples of his cheeks, a bashful look on his face.  He keens at your touch, moaning as your hands stroke his ears.  A deep guttural groan escapes his pretty lips, cursing as cums inside you.  He’s breathing rather hard, his thrusts keeping the pace as he fucks you until he’s spent.

“Fuck!” he exclaims, eyes squeezed shut as his foot thumps, making you smile.  Your hands cup his face, your thumb caressing his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath.

“That was amazing,” you giggle as you lie back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an incredulous smile on your lips.

Jungkook chuckles, carefully pulling out of you, stopping momentarily to admire the mess he’s left between your thighs. A surge of pride fills his chest as he lies beside you, pulling you into his arms, “right?!”

You press a kiss to his chest, snuggling into his side as his finger traces the mark on your breast; his mark.

“Can we do it again?” Jungkook asks, wiggling his eyebrows and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.  You laugh, pushing him away as you begin to feel the soreness set in.

“Down boy,” you tease with a smile, your hand laced with his.

Jungkook huffs out a laugh, kissing the top of your head, “I’m just saying... I’ll be ready when you are.”

You look between your bodies, shaking your head when you see his cock twitch, already half hard and ready to go again.

“You’re insatiable!” you laugh, and Jungkook grins as your hand moves down his chest until it’s wrapped around his cock, languidly stroking him.

“Only when it comes to you.”

[ktheist]

04 — show me yours & i’ll show you mine | m

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 2.9k

➙ warnings. angst

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ warnings. explicit content. smut. 

➙ synopsis. 

“you wanna say goodbye?”

“yes, i would love to say goodbye.”

x

one second, you’re exiled from taehyung’s room and the next, you’re under lockdown in the same exact room you were forbidden to enter. 

the boy who always made a fuss about cleaning up - cleans up his mess without a single complaint. you thought he’d come knocking on the (his) door and ask for your help but after an hour of twiddling your thumbs and swaying your feet in the air, kim taehyung finally walks in with beads of sweat on his forehead and that ugly stain of a vomit on  his shirt.

he pulls it over his head and tosses it into the laundry before pulling a fresh mickey mouse printed shirt and slips into bed. the temptation to text jeongguk or hoseok or jimin to pick you up has never been stronger but you bite the inside of your cheek, lay out the futon and turn off the lights.

“good night, tae.” you say into the darkness, not expecting for an answer.

“why did you do it?” the darkness whispers back.

“it just happened,” you know better than to offer half-baked excuses for something you completely intended and would even pursue if you didn’t get caught in the middle.

when silence lapses into the room, you thought the matter done and buried six feet under you and taehyung’s conscience. 

not the first time you’ve been wrong.

“why seokjin? why not me?” his lips brush yours, tasting like heartbreak and missing the part where he’s supposed to be drunk and out of his mind for even daring to get so close to you.

to let his hair brush against your forehead. to let his hand snake down your thigh with feather light touches until he’s an inch away from grabbing your ass. if he dared try, your kick wouldn’t be aimed at the air to which he moves it away and places that hand next to your head, boxing you under him completely.

“ew, what the fuck?” and despite the trapped-between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place situation, you manage to lean as far away as you can. or so you’d like to think, but you can still feel his breath fanning your neck.

you wish you have an owl’s ability to twist its neck all the way to the back.

“you’re my best friend, taehyung! get off!” you feel like a child hitting her father with her tiny little fist. taehyung doesn’t even flinch when it hits his chest.

but he pulls away anyway, standing on his knees over you within a lull in time before he falls back on his butt in the space between your parted calves. the wrist of his hand that’s propped against the floor brushes against the side of your foot.

“do you get it now? we grew up together,” his voice echoes into the dark, “my brothers are your brothers- that- what you did- that was messed up, ___.”

“so? was creeping up on me like that necessary?” you retort,  pushing yourself up and hearing the thud pillow you vehemently hurled at the silhouette of the man hunched over a couple feet away from you, “you perv!”

“how much do you like seokjin?” he asks, trapping the pillow in his lap, under his elbow, but before you can even say anything, he shoots you another string of question, “do you even like him?”

“stop making it sound like i’m the bad guy,” you huff, “as if your brother’s such a saint. he wanted it just as much.”

“i don’t care who wants it more, fuck’s sake,” he says roughly, “all your past relationships have only been sexual.”

holding up one hand, you find your shadow cloaked fingers much more nails, “your point being?”

“don’t you stop to think about how much things’ll change? how awkward it’ll be at family dinners once you finally got tired of each other? how awkward it’ll be for me?” 

“oh, because everything’s about you, isn’t it?” you roll your eyes yet your stomach churns.

only silence hangs over the darkness as your teeth sink into the soft flesh of your bottom lip. taehyung pushes himself out and marches out of the room whilst you stay rooted in your spot, curled into a ball with your legs against your chest.

when morning comes, you’re awaken to the sound of taehyung padding around with a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping off his hair and trickling down his chest, “there’s no one if the bathroom, if you wanna wash up.”

it’s the only exchange you have in the morning and throughout the drive to your uni until taehyung parks the car in the spot somewhere near your faculty.

“i thought about it,” you finally say, breaking the silence. the way he turns to you in your periphery makes you want to shrink into the seat and crawl away like an ant but you shrug instead, “what you said last night - i thought about it... you’re right, you guys are the closest family i have here. and i don’t wanna ruin that just cause i can’t keep it in my pants.”

the soft hum of the music fills the space between you, making the unspoken truth a bit more bearable than a pin-drop silence. taehyung’s hair sways for the briefest moment as he arches his brows in contemplation before unsmiling lips curl into that signature box smile, “really?”

“yes, really,” you roll your eyes, “one dick wasn’t worth losing my best friend over.”

“i’d hug you but i’m still having withdrawals from what i saw last night,” tahyung’s face scrunches in disgust.

“oh so that’s what it takes to get your sleazy hands off me. by the way seokjin-” trickles of laughter escapes your mouth as you hop out of his car, managing to avoid his swatting hand just in time, “bye! thanks for the ride!”

x

the mindless banters between you and taehyung never cease, if anything, it goes from playing rock-paper-scissors to decide where to eat to googling up and showing each other pictures of poisonous shrooms in case you get lost in the woods for more than 36 hours.

you used to have lunch together every other day, but taehyung comes to you for a continuous three day, hitting four days streak in between classes this week. each time bearing that boyish grin that could fool just about anyone when it comes to picked-up pieces of a broken heart.

“she texted me,” he shrugs, twirling his chopsticks in the bowl of cold noodles and letting the silence hang stale without any hint of providing more information until you nudge it out of him.

“i didn’t text back.” he says it as if it’s the easiest thing to do.

“it’s so easy for you boys, huh?” you don’t know where in the deities greenland he got the narrowing of your eyes and the scrunching of your nose as-

“seokjin didn’t text you?” the titled smile of his tempts you to smack it off his face right that instance.

“how- wha- that literally has nothing to do with your bitch ass ex-girlfriend who were talking about though?” kim taehyung doesn’t offer any response, only the sway of his shoulders as he laughs before digging into the sweet, savory noodles in front of him.

it’s only after you’ve returned to your faculty, fast-walking towards your lecture, that you find out the subject matter himself sitting hunched over on one of the benches laid out along the roofless pathway that leads to your faculty. the jaws of the girls and gays that happen to be standing a few feet away, drops at the way seokjin looks up, eyes squinting at the sudden intrusion of the sunlight before his lips curl into a smile.

“hey,” there’s that smile you miss so bad.

x

it turns out seokjin’s little shit of a brother and your ass of a best friend snuck into his room, flashed a light over his face, bypassed his phone’s lock and deleted your number, blocked you on snapchat and unfollowed you on instagram.

“and here i thought you were done with me,” your jaw would have hung loose if you don’t have the tip of your venti mocha swirl keeping your lips together as you stare at the pavement, walking aimlessly with seokjin down the path of rose beds.

“i took the day off, decided to try my luck, and hope you’d see me at waiting for you awkwardly - everyone probably thinks ‘who the hell is this old ass guy hanging around-’“ his words get cut off by your gasp as you feel your face hurting from the way your lips are almost reaching your ears.

“you did?” shoulders sagging, you press a hand to your chest where you heart flutters with a sort of warmth, “for me?” before holding your arms out in an invitation for a hug and retracting them not even a second later, “no wait- i promised tae i wouldn’t do this.”

somewhere along the lines, you find yourself at the sky rose garden because the pathway you found him at, all of a sudden, becomes a runway for the girls and gays. they pass you in a guise of walking by whilst their eyes linger on his broad chest and pants that hug his thighs and the protrusion of his natural size that wasn’t going to get smaller than that.

“what he doesn’t know won’t kill him- or us,” there it is again, the melodic hymn of a chuckle as he opens his arms for you, the action ever so natural, as if he’s done this a couple of million times.

and just like that, you fall into his embrace, cheek mushing against his chest as you inhale the familiar scent of mint seaside and the faintest scent of woody earth. you find it unfair that his heart beats steadily whilst yours thrash in your chest. maybe that’s the cause of your cheeks heating up.

“i can do it, you know?” his voice vibrates against your ears in a honeyed tingles, “i can use my ‘big bro influence’ and get him off our backs.”

you lift your head, breath stuttering at the sight of star glinted eyes gazing down at you with the gentles smiles, “should you?” but you shake your head a second later, “no, he’d hate me forever - he’ll know i put you up to this because you’re too nice. you’d ne-”

a finger under your chin and a tilt of your head and you’re lost in an ocean of galaxy, “i brought up the idea, if anyone’s gonna get in hot water, it’s gonna be me.”

“that’s not what taehyung’s gonna think,” the recollection of your conversation with the aforementioned man floods your mind and almost as if an invisible current wraps around your body, you find yourself  taking a step back in surrender.

“and he’s right, seokjin,” the way his eyes flash with a sort of emotion - one that you can’t pinpoint, let alone interpret the meaning of - doesn’t go unnoticed by you yet you go on, “this has to stop. once the passion simmers down and we get bored of each other, what do you think is gonna happen?”

but the words that hits the air is like frostbites to your warm, beating heart, “you already have it in your mind that we’re gonna break up.”

it takes you a second to clear your throat, another to gather your thoughts, “relationships like ours always end with a break up.”

galaxies are littered with illuminating stars but you’re a fool to have turned a blind eye to its dark side. and seokjin’s stars have dimmed, leaving only a trail of shadow in those clouded eyes.

but the half-hearted smile that curls on his lips appears like a ray of sunlight on a cloudy day, “do you wanna at least goodbye?”

your eyes follow his that trail down to the noticeable bulge in his pants.

“yes,” you beam, “i would love to say goodbye.”

x

the cars and the scenic view of the highway pass by in a blur, not that you’re in a position to stare out the window like a heartbroken woman whose fiancee set out for way.

“slow down,” there’s a desperate plea in his voice, “i don’t want to cum too early.”

the stern, warning look he shoots you is makes you giggle. what with his flushed face and twitching self in your hand.

how adorable.

“but you taste so good, jinnie,” your tongue sweeps past your lips, licking the pre-cum off his oozing tip.

“keep teasing me like that if you want me to pull up and fuck you on the side of the road,” the threat on his tongue sends tingles down your spine.

eyes glinting, you can basically hear the blatant disregard in his voice when he first asked if you’d climb up in his lap while he was hitting the back of your throat after you’d quickly scurried into his car for the last goodbye.

so you take it slow, licking him down his length as his hand settle on your head, caressing your hair.

the door closes behind you as seokjin pushes you against it, his hand on your cheek as he crashes his lips against yours and your hand reaching under his boxers. it looked almost painful as he zipped up his pants before getting out of the car and walking the distance between the parking spot and the apartment.

you distinctly remember the sight of a blanket on the couch and an opened laptop on the coffee table, the red of the cans of energy drinks laying around on the ground and surface of said coffee table - they only ever try to clean up when they know you’re coming for your weekly stay over.

but who are you to judge when your clothes soon join the cans on the floor, forming trails down the hallway.

by the time your body lightly bounces on top of seokjin’s bed, you feel the cold air brush against your skin whilst he stands over you like a beast drinking in the sight of the prey he’ll devour. but you don’t mind if that allows you to admire the beautiful landscape of tight abs and powerful physique.

a sort of dread washes over you at the thought of such length coming close to the apex of your legs. taking him in your mouth was doable but only because you’ve had enough practice to know how to adapt to certain lengths by steadying your breath. but you’ve had enough experience to know you wouldn’t just be able to get use to his size right off the bat.

and he’s the biggest you’ve ever met.

your hand runs over the ridges of his muscles biceps before they twine together over the nape of his neck. it must have been the way you look at him, the yearning that pours through gaze and beckons him like a siren’s song. 

the spot of the bed a few inches from your head dips as he props himself on his forearms, lips marking your skin as his.

“seokjin- ah!” you should already used to the bold caress of his tongue around your nipple.

your control is devastated, your thighs are quivering and seokjin’s touches have enthralled you in a fierce flare of yearning. 

“ah,” you breathe out, gaze unfocusing as pleasure and discomfort flood from your core while he deliberately stretches you out.

his hand returns to the side of your face as he stays inside you, lets you feel him, take him for what he is whilst he kisses your cheekbone, your jawline and burry his face in your neck. 

your breath stutters as you feel him slide out of you, heart beat stammering for the briefest moment when his tip kisses your entrance before he pushes himself in deeper than before.

but you know you haven’t taken all of him in.

not yet.

“you’re stretching me out so good,” you say barely above whisper.

“not even half is in, baby,” is all he says before you feel the muscles in his back flexing as he shifts most of his weight onto his hands, thrusting deeper into you.

“fuck,” you moan, the discomfort fading away as pleasure surge through your body in waves as your arms wrap around seokjin’s neck, face buried in his shoulder until you don’t know where he starts and where he ends.

lost in wicked delight, your fuzzed mind barely registers the sound of your phone despite its blares a few inches above your head where you remember tossing to before slipping out of your jeans and succumbing to the reckless savage lust that neither you nor seokjin should speak about to a single soul.

“pick it up,” the man’s husked voice drums in your ear clearer only because of the cease of ripples of pleasures as he stills.

“wha-” you don’t say much, groping around for your phone before shooting him a pleading look of ‘can’t this wait till after you give me the greatest orgasm of my lifetime?’

“it’s taehyung,” the name that spills out of your mouth strikes guilt into your beating heart.

“hm? you’re tightening up. is it because of my little brother?” the surge of possession in his voice tempers with your sanity, it drips like sweet honey rose and mars your skin with its thorns, “answer the call.”

x

note. ooof ig yall know what next chapter’s gonna be. maybe.

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[hopelikethemoon]

Double Fill (Javier x Reader) [smut]

Title: Double Fill  Rating: Explicit Length: 3000 Warnings: Smut (female receiving oral, over stimulation, hand jobs, anal play, double penetration with a toy and cock, cum play, cum eating, anal sex).  Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set December 1997. Plot, what plot? This is just smut.  Summary: Reader and Javier have a little fun.

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Javier’s fingers curled around your thighs, dragging your ass right to the edge of the bed as his mouth descended upon you. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out as his tongue parted your slick folds, slipping out to taste you. 

“Look at you,” He mused, pulling back to look up at you, licking at his lips to clean away the arousal that coated them. He released your left thigh, reaching down to work two fingers over your sensitive flesh. Javier held your gaze as he pressed them into your cunt, before he leaned back down and worked his tongue over your clit.

You grabbed at the sheets beneath you, knuckles going white as you fought the urge to cry out as he worked his mouth over you. You knew exactly what he was doing too. He’d thrust his fingers into you, work his tongue over that little bundle of nerves, until you were teetering on the edge of your release and then he’d pull back. He’d edge you closer every time. 

“Javi.” You panted out, practically writhing beneath him as he curled his fingers and dragged them over that sweet spot within you. He had you so fucking close to the edge. With every swirl of his tongue over your throbbing clit you could feel your release building. 

You roughly grabbed at his hair, tugging at the strands as he pulled back — robbing you of that moment again. “I can’t…” 

He looked up at you, rubbing your leg reassuringly. “You want me to stop, baby?”

“No.” You shook your head, tilting your head to meet his eyes. “I just want to come.” 

Javier scrapped his teeth over your inner thigh, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the mark he left in his wake. “But you look so good like this.” He taunted, his eyes raking hungrily over your naked body. You had no doubt that you were a sight to see. You had lost track of how many times he’d brought you right to the edge, only to rob you of an orgasm. You felt more than a little delirious and honestly, you loved it. 

If there was one thing Javier could do well, it was eat pussy. There was something deeply erotic about the way he did it when he really went at it. The scrape of his scruff against the tender skin of your inner thighs, the way he’d crook his fingers within you at just the right moment. He knew your body as well as you knew it yourself. 

He circled his thumb over your clit, his eyes fixed on yours. “You wanna come?” Javier questioned, his voice low and rough just as he pulled his fingers away again. 

“Son of a—“ Your voice broke off into a ragged moan as he dipped back down and worked his tongue over your clit again. You slapped your palm against the mattress, grabbing at the blankets as you felt it starting to build again. You were begging him, needy sounds of desperation falling from your lips as you begged him to let you come. 

You clenched around nothing as the first flutters of your release started to build. Your toes curled, pleasure burning through your lower belly — but it wasn’t meant to be. Javier pulled back with a wicked grin, looking down at you as your legs trembled and your hips rocked as he stole it from you. 

“I hate you so fucking much.” You panted out, clenching your thighs together as you looked down at him. 

“No, you don’t.” Javier shook his head, using the bed for support as he pulled himself off the floor. He leaned over you, eyes searching yours as he stroked his fingers over your cheek. “You good?”

You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. “I might go crazy before the night is over, but I’m good.” 

“You’re a mess.” He told you, slipping his hand between your thighs as he leaned down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his mouth and there was something heady and arousing about that. “You look so sexy right now.” Javier murmured as his fingers trailed higher, stopping just shy of where you needed the attention. “Always so fucking hot.” 

“When you said you wanted the focus to be on me,” You started with a breathy laugh as he pulled away from you. “I didn’t realize you meant the focus would be on denying me.” Your eyes followed him as he reached for the bottle of lube and the infamous Booty Rocket. 

You shifted back on the bed so you could grab a pillow, sliding back down to the edge of the bed. “Here.” You passed it to him, “For your knees.” 

Javier leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, “Thank you, baby.” 

“You’re welcome.” You grinned up at him, dragging your fingers through his hair as he brushed his nose against yours. He stole another kiss, before he pulled away. 

Javier knelt back down between your thighs, “You ready?”

“I’m ready to come.” You retorted, resting your foot on his shoulder as you lifted your hips off the edge of the mattress. You were wound up tight, need burning in through your core. 

“You will,” He promised you as he stroked his fingers through folds, slipping just the tips of his fingers into you far too briefly. “Look at you.” Javier mused as he dipped his thumb into you, gathering up some of your arousal before brushing his thumb lower, circling it over your asshole. 

“Fuck.” You swore, biting down on your bottom lip as he eased just his thumb into you. You knew what was coming. You heard the tell-tale click of the bottle of lube. His thumb slipped from you, long enough to smear the lube over your puckered hole, before he replaced his thumb with the toy. 

“Tell me if it’s too much, baby.” Javier murmured, pressing his lips to the top of your thigh as he worked the toy into you. Your back arched as you rocked your hips towards him, a moan slipping past your lips as the toy bottomed out, the flared base resting against your ass. “Baby?”

“I’m good.” You promised him, leaning up on your elbows to look down at him. You were good, albeit more than a little overwhelmed. And it was only the beginning. “Do you have the remote?” You questioned and Javier nodded, snatching it up off the floor and showing it to you.

“Wanna try?” 

“Low.” You cautioned, sinking back down against the bed. 

The first setting was a low pulsing vibration that you could feel through your entire pelvis. But it was faint and it wasn’t nearly enough to bring you any real pleasure. It wasn’t what you really needed. 

“Javier.”

He ran his hands over your legs, his lips brushing against the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “You’re doing so good, baby. If you could see yourself right now.” He encouraged you, his breath hot against your skin.

“I want you.” You whispered, rocking your hips towards him. “Please.” 

Javier rose to his feet and peeled off his tee shirt, but your eyes were drawn downwards to the bulge in his boxers. You sat up slowly, a quiet moan rising up in the back of your throat as the motion made the toy shift within you and reach new spots. Your fingers hooked in the waistband of his boxers before you pulled them down his hips. 

“This is what I want.” You told him, looking up at him from beneath your lashes as you curled your fingers around the base of his cock and dragged them up the length of him. “Did you enjoy going down on me, Javi?” You questioned, brushing your thumb over the head of his cock. 

“You know I did, baby.” Javier answered, his voice low and rough as he played his fingers through your hair. He trailed his fingers over your cheek, before he tapped on your chin and urged you to look up at him. “If it’s too much—”

“I’ll use my word.” You released your hold on his cock, your hand traveling up over his stomach and chest, before you curled your fingers around the back of his neck and dragged him downwards so you could kiss him. 

Javier guided you back against the mattress, your legs drawn up around his hips. You moaned against his mouth, the sound lost in the desperation of his kiss, as his cock pressed against your over-sensitive cunt. You were still teetering on the edge, the low pulsing sensation within your merely stoking the fire. 

He reached downwards, his thumb grazing your clit as he guided his cock to your center. 

Your fingers tightened at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he started to press into you. It was tight and it felt like pure unadulterated pleasure. “Yes. Yes.” You breathed out, your lips still crushed against his as he slid into you all the way to the root. 

Javier grabbed at your hip, fingers pressing into old bruises. “Holy shit.” He hissed, pulling out before pressing back into you slowly. “I can feel it.” He marveled. “How do you feel?”

“Full.” You blinked up at him, your fingers trailing over the back of his neck. “Don’t tease me, Javi.” You urged as you leaned up and kissed him again.

He started moving, a slow and steady pace as he worked his cock in and out of you. “You feel so good, baby.” He murmured, his lips brushing over yours as he pressed into you. 

You felt the first flutters of your release, your cunt clenching around his cock and the toy as you started to come undone. Your back arched, hips desperately grinding into his every forward movement. 

“That’s it, let go.” Javier rasped out, his lips close to your ear as he held fast to you. You cried out, trying to contain yourself as the pleasure rocketed through you. It was just the beginning. The pleasure was a mere fraction of the tidal wave you felt building. 

He fumbled for the remote beside you, pressing it into your palm. “Whatever you want.” He told you, brushing his lips over the curve of your throat, before kissing you again. 

One. Two. Three. 

The vibrations grew stronger and you both moaned desperately as new pleasure overwhelmed you. The pulsing sensation, in tandem with the drive of his cock had your legs twitching as you kept them curled around his hips. 

“Close.” Javier warned you as his pace faltered, fingers palming at the soft flesh of your asscheek as he kept driving into you. 

You brushed your thumb over the remote, hitting the settings up one more notch and that was all it took. You could feel the vibration all the way in the depths of your core and there was nothing left to do but come undone.

Your moans got lost against his lips, swallowing up his own groans. The pleasure was mind-numbing, the kind of deep-seated euphoria that left you feeling boneless. Your inner walls pulsed around him and you felt the flood of your arousal gush from you as he kept slamming his hips into you until he couldn’t. 

Javier tensed, going rigid as he came. His cock twitching inside you, hips grinding against you. You felt the aftershocks of your release or maybe it just hadn’t stopped. Your cunt gripping his cock and the toy, milking his own pleasure from him. 

He grabbed the remote from you and shut it off, before taking your hand into his and interlacing your fingers as you both sank against the mattress.

Even off you swore you could still feel the hum of the toy, the pulse of it as it teased both of you. “Oh my god.” You breathed out, but the sound came out far closer to a croak. His cock was still buried within you, the stretch still enough to make you writhe beneath him.

Javier nodded his agreement, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. You knew the position was terrible for him. One knee pressed into the mattress, while his other foot was planted on the ground. But he didn’t complain. Neither of you were willing to unwind yourselves just yet. 

He brushed his nose against your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he let out a ragged sigh. “Damn.” 

You actually giggled at that, a sound of pure joy escaping you as you ran your hand over the length of his back. “Understatement of the year.” You combed your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to his cheek, before pressing your forehead against his temple. “I love you.”

Javier chuckled, giving your hip a squeeze. “I love you too.” A grunt escaped him as he shifted his weight on the knee he had pressed against the bed. 

“Let’s move.” You murmured, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“I’m good.” 

You gave him a pointed look, “Alright, old man.” 

“Old man?” Javier grumbled, giving your hip a playful swat as he reluctantly pulled back, his cock sliding out of you. You felt the wet rush of his release slipping from him. 

He knelt down at the foot of the bed again, “I think I need to remind you of what an old man can do, baby.”

“Fuck.” You dragged your teeth over your bottom lip as Javier curled his hands around your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed again. That look in his eyes made you your cunt clench around nothing. 

“Do your worst.”

Javier knelt down, dragging his fingers through your folds, “Wish you knew just how fucking hot it is to see me leaking out of you, baby.” He pressed his fingers into you, pushing it back into you. “So fucking good.” He murmured, dipping down to replace his fingers with his tongue, lapping at the combination of both of you as it dripped out of your cunt. 

You grabbed at the bedsheets beneath you, a moan rising up in the back of your throat as you squirmed in his hold. 

Javier groaned against your folds, the sound reverberating through you as his tongue worked into you before dragging up to swirl around your clit. 

Your thighs trembled as they pressed against his face, framing him so perfectly as he worked his mouth over your sensitive flesh, driving you towards the edge again. You came apart, back bowing up off the mattress as you clenched around the toy still buried within you, your inner walls fluttering around his tongue every time he pressed it into you.  

Javier sat back on his heels, smirking up at you as he ran his thumb over his glistening bottom lip. Despite how utterly boneless you felt, you couldn’t resist sitting up and kissing him. Your tongue traced over his bottom lip before slipping into his mouth. You ran your hand down his chest, slipping downwards to curl your fingers around his newly hardening cock. 

“Did you like that?” You questioned, pressing your forehead against his. “Did we taste good, Javi?” You whispered as you stroked his cock slowly. “You’re so fucking hard.”

“Can you handle more?” He questioned, running his fingers along your side, before he tilted his head to kiss you again.

“Yes.” You breathed out, pumping your hand over his length. “Please.”

“Roll over for me, baby.” Javier drawled out. 

You stole another kiss before you moved to drape yourself over the foot of the bed, ass up for him.

“You did so fucking good,” He murmured as he stroked his hand over the small of your back. “You’re such a good girl, baby.” Javier added, knowing exactly what he was doing with that praise. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Goddammit.” You swore, pressing your forehead against your folded arms as he gently worked at the toy within you, teasing you with it before he carefully pulled it out. You couldn’t help the way you trembled or the way you rocked your hips backwards towards him. You wanted more. 

Javier roughly palmed at your asscheeks, as he slid his cock between them. “Are you gonna take my cock again, baby? You think you can do that for me?” He questioned as he pressed just the head of his cock into your ass. 

You keened, fingers tightening around the bed sheets as he finally sank into you. Your back arched, grinding back against him. “Jesus —fucking—shit.”

His hand curled around your hip, holding you steady as his other hand moved to rest at the center of your chest guiding you up and back until he had you pressed against his chest. 

Javier nearly slipped from you, before snapping his hips forward, his cock driving into you again and again. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, just giving in to everything you were feeling. 

“You feel so good,” Javier murmured. “So fucking good.”

You reached behind you, fingers tugging at his hair. “I love your cock.” You told him, your hips rocking back to meet his every movement. “I think about—“ Your voice cracked, another moan escaping you as his hand moved from your hip and teased at your clit. 

“What do you think about?” He questioned, nipping at the junction where your neck met your shoulder. 

“Your fucking cock.” You gritted out as you felt your body starting to react, a deep burn of pleasure building within you. “Can’t get enough.”

Javier worked two fingers into you, twisting them in tandem with the drive of his cock. It was overwhelming and you were already overwhelmed. 

You curled your fingers around his forearm, nails biting into his skin as the added stimulation set off your orgasm. You tried not to cry out, your teeth drawing blood as you bit down on your bottom lip.It was hard to even think straight. 

His fingers twisted in your hair, an erotic mix of pain and pleasure as he kept driving into you. “Gonna… fuck. Baby, I’m gonna come.”

“Yes!” You curled your hands around his as he grabbed at your hips, picking up the pace of his thrusts until he found his own release. 

Your legs gave out on you. He’d managed to turn you into a trembling mess. Javier was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, helping as you sank forward onto the foot of the bed. 

“Holy shit.” You breathed out as he slowly slid his cock out of you. “You’ve outdone yourself, Javi.”

“Gonna keep calling me old now, baby?” He teased, slapping his hand against your ass hard enough to make you yelp, only to soothingly rub his hand over the same spot. 

“Check back in tomorrow.” You laughed, stretching your arms out on the bed beneath you. “My brain is just… fuzzy.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Javier murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. “Hey baby, can you turn over?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled, slowly pulling yourself up, before you rolled over and scooted to the edge of the bed, looking up at him. “Damn.” You could feel every spot he’d touched, both on your skin and deep within you.

“C’mere.” Javier said warmly, moving to pick you up. He carried you around to the side of the bed, settling you against the pillows before he joined you. 

You let out a heavy and contented sigh as he curled his arm around your waist. “Did you have fun?” He questioned, brushing his lips against your shoulder. 

“Mhm.” You nodded slowly, shifting closer to him, as if that were even possible. You were already pressed up against him. “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that good before.” 

Javier chuckled, “Guess we can thank Rocky.”

You laughed loudly, turning to press your face into the crook of his neck. “We should send him a gift basket.” 

He snorted quietly, brushing his fingers through your hair. “Maybe.” 

You pulled back a little, smiling at him. “Have I mentioned lately just how much I love you?” 

“That’s the sex talking.” Javier retorted, holding your gaze. “But I’m always interested in hearing it, baby.”

“More than anything,” You stroked your fingers over his cheek. “I cannot picture my life without you.”

“I fucked you that good, huh?” He teased, though his eyes revealed just how much your words meant. 

“It was really good.” You agreed. “I might need to sit on a pillow tomorrow.” 

He winked. “As it should be.”

“But I mean it, Javier.” You insisted. “Every part of who I am loves you.” 

Javier pressed a tender kiss to your lips, “I love you too, baby. Always have.” He curled both arms around you, holding you close. “You should rest.”

“For a week.” You whispered quietly, letting yourself give in to the exhaustion you felt. 

[mar-bluu]

Hey @wishingforserendipity your @newsies-secretsanta here!! sorry for a few delays in posting, my computer decided to mess things up for me lol! you mentioned your favourite ship was sprace, so i wrote something for you!! (there also may or may not be a surprise at the end :3)

ship: sprace word count: 3375 warnings: a few swear words and i think thats it

The mattress groaned under his weight as Race lifted himself off the bed, heart pounding. There wouldn’t be much to be afraid of, you would think, at one of his closest friend’s house, but you’d be wrong. His hands were cold and clammy, knees shaking, and mind whirling. It was, in fact, the close friend in question who was the cause of all this. Not that he had any idea, of course. Here Race was, nearly losing his damn mind, while Spot fucking Conlon was sitting in the living room, completely and blissfully unaware of the hell he was going through.

--

Race had always had a good poker face, at least that’s what he liked to think. Spot, however, could recognise his tell from a mile off. A small press of his lips, gently rolling them between his teeth was a dead giveaway for Spot every single time, and within the last twelve hours, Race had been over, Spot had seen it a million and one times. And it wasn’t just the subtle press that clued him in on Race’s inner thoughts, the constant restlessness- tapping on his legs, eyes flicking around the room, whispering under his breath- it was enough to make Spot himself nervous. But, he considered himself a good host, and more importantly a good friend, and nothing was going to stop him from making Race as comfortable as he possibly could.

--

Tip-toeing down the hall, Race peered out into the living room, watching Spot curled up with a blanket on the couch, fixated on typing away on his laptop. Holding his breath, Race padded into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and cracking the fridge, pouring himself a glass of water as quietly as possible. His head was pounding Race raised the glass to his cracked lips, letting the water soothe his dry throat when-

“Is everything okay?”

Race jumped a foot in the air with a small yelp, clutching desperately at the glass in his hand and spun around. Spot was turned to face over the back of the couch, arms raised slightly in an apologetic gesture. “Sorry- but uh, are you okay? This is your eighth glass of water in twenty minutes, you’ve been out to grab three extra blankets and four pillows.” He straightened himself a little more on the couch. “Is the guest room uncomfortable?”

“No!” Race took a quick step forward toward the bench, eyes wide. “No,” he repeated, a little calmer, clearing his throat. “The room’s fine, everything’s fine it’s just…” He trailed off, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Weird sleeping in a house that’s not yours?” Spot finished hesitantly, cocking his head a little to the side. Race nodded slowly, pressing his lips together. Yeah. He thought, trying to ignore the way the light highlighted the angular features of Spot’s face. Let’s go with that.

--

Lies. Spot gave a small smile as Race excused himself back to the guest bedroom. He was lying. Spot didn’t know what to feel. Angry at the blatant untruths he had given him? Or hurt that Race felt that he couldn’t tell him the truth? Spot settled back onto the couch, hands resuming their position hovering over the keyboard, but the words didn’t want to work anymore so he sighed and placed his head in his hands. Somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind, a little voice whispered, its words cold and poisonous. 

He doesn’t want to be here.

Spot ran his tongue over his teeth, fixing his eyes on the wall ahead.

He doesn’t want to be near you.

Spot had ignored this voice a hundred times before, and he would ignore it another hundred if he had to. 

Why do you think he’s been acting like this? He’s distancing himself from you. He hates you. 

Spot stood up, digging his nails into his palm as he tried to force the voice out. As much as he hated to admit it, that one stung. But he had to remind himself that it was nonsense, that it was just an exaggeration fabricated by his imagination. He knew it wasn’t true. Probably. He sighed once more. Spot wasn’t sure why, but the thought of losing Race hurt him. Like really hurt him. More than he thought it would. He and Race felt so entwined with each other that Spot feared if he lost Race, he would lose a piece of himself. And just like that, the icy voice was back, louder and harsher than before, and Spot shook his arms out as he stepped into the kitchen, biting down on the inside of his cheek in an attempt to get rid of them. He picked up a glass of his own, filling it halfway with water. Maybe Race had the right idea trying to drown his uneasiness.

--

He tried to stay away. He tried to go back to bed, to close his eyes, roll over and go to sleep, he really did. But here he was, laying on the couch, heart hammering so fast he thought he it was going to burst through his chest, Spot’s fingers tugging softly but rhythmically through his hair. He had tried, and he had failed. Race stared straight up at the ceiling, butterflies swirling in his stomach as Spot’s thick fingers brushed through his curls. Spot was humming quietly, still tapping away on his laptop with his free hand, and Race wanted to throw up or pass out, or maybe both. His eyes flicked over to Spot’s face, half-hoping to catch his eye. However, this only made him feel a little guilty, for some reason, so he looked away, ignoring the rising heat in his cheeks.

Chewing on his bottom lip, Race closed his eyes and. tried to forget that it was Spot fucking Conlon who had his hand in his hair, but even with his vision dark, images of the handsome guy he was leaning on danced on the back of his eyelids, playing like an old film reel. Oh, how Race longed to open his eyes and be able to wrap Spot up in his arms, to feel the warmth of his body, toned chest and arms pressed tightly against him. How his heart ached to reach up and press his lips to Spot’s, and how it hurt him so that he couldn’t. The boy in question shifted slightly, stretching his legs out, and Race had a brief flash of panic that his head was too heavy on Spot’s lap. But his worry was short-lived, as Spot settled back into the couch, humming quietly to himself as he thought, fingers ghosting over the keyboard. Race felt a little stupid for the intense spike of cold fear, but then again, he reminded himself, anxiety is often stupid. And just like that, his brain jumped from worry, right back to Spot, his body heat providing such a comfortable, cushiony place for Race’s head. He bit back a small yawn, one that reminded him of the reason he was here in the first place; to “actually relax and try to get some sleep,” as Spot put it. However, Race had never been less relaxed in his entire life. If I’m keeping Spot up, he supposed, I should at least try to stick to the purpose of this. So, he closed his eyes, adjusted himself, and took a deep breath in.

But instead of sleep, the only thing his brain latched onto was the smell of honey, cigarettes, and lavender.

Spot.

There was no way he could sleep now. The scent filled his nose, attacking his every sense. God, how he loved that smell. He loved the way it was so soothing to him, how he could recognise it anywhere and have his face light up. And he loved how it clung to him, the threads of his clothes providing a lingering sense of comfort even when he wasn’t with Spot himself. 

Race screwed his eyes up tighter, trying to block it from his mind, wipe the small smile forming off his face, but with no avail. He was still completely overwhelmed with thoughts of Spot. Every sight, every smell, every sound, every touch, it only reminded him of the dak haired boy, and it was driving him crazy. How soft his hair was, how his rough, calloused hands fit so snuggly, so naturally, in Race’s, how he felt so safe when Spot hugged him, as if nothing or no one could hurt him while wrapped in his arms. Race’s head was whirling now, spinning with an almost paralysing effect. And then, in the midst of all this unruly, untamed chaos, spoke a voice.

Kiss him.

Kiss him.

It echoed through his mind, silencing all other noise.

Kiss him.

It sounded like such a simple thing to do, like there wasn’t a million and one things preventing him.

Kiss him.

Race took another deep breath in. he couldn’t... could he?

Kiss him.

And what if he did? What was the worst that could happen? He could ruin his friendship with Spot for good. But honestly, Race didn’t know what would hurt him more, losing one of his closest friends, or never being able to be with him the way he longed to.

Kiss him.

His breath caught in his throat and time seemed to slow as Race felt the muscles in his arm move up slowly, reaching to cup Spot’s face. He tried to go through with it, but it seemed like his soul had left his body, watching his own actions from afar. He tried, watching as his fingers flexed gently, itching to brush over Spot’s soft skin.

He tried.

Just as his hand neared the corner of his jaw, Spot turned, small, confused frown lacing his features when Race snatched his hand back. “Uh- did you need something, Race?” Spot questioned hesitantly. Race shook his head stiffly and rapidly.

“Nope! All good!” he replied. Spot opened his mouth to continue but Race cut him off. “There’s no need to worry about me,” he chuckled slightly. “just- just forget I’m even here.” Spot clamped his jaw shut, and paused slightly, frown deepening as he gave a short nod, turning back to his bright screen. Race let out a long, slow exhale.

He tried, and he failed.

--

Spot didn’t know why he’d done it, he just saw Race come back out from the bedroom once more, and before he knew it, words were flying out of his mouth. Race had stared back at him, a perfect deer-in-headlights impression, cheeks glowing bright, visible even from where Spot was seated as he patted his lap. Race had cast a quick glance back at the guest bedroom, but hesitantly stumbled his way over, and now here they were. Spot chewing on the inside of his cheek, unseeing eyes scanning his laptop screen, processing exactly none of the information shown, as the other boy lay rigidly against him, Spot stroking his hair softly. He didn’t know why he’d done it, or why Race’s weight against his leg felt so normal, felt so right, but he did know he wanted more. Spot bit down harder on his cheek, feeling his heart quicken and energy crackle through his veins, but he forced himself to remain still, lest he disturbed Race. This was to get him to relax, remember? Spot scoffed to himself. It’s not like he was relaxed to begin with, Race had been stiff as a board from the moment his head came in contact with Spot He sighed, fingers still toying with Race’s curls, he just hoped his legs were comfortable. 

Spot closed his eyes in frustration. It had just started to take a small turn up, and he had ruined it! He cursed himself mentally. Race had gently cozied himself again Spot, and he hadn’t been settled for even a minute when he couldn’t help himself and glance over, a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, and Race was right back to his rigid state. Spot ran his tongue over his teeth, the failure of his- admittedly- half-baked idea annoying him to no end. He didn’t know why, but he wanted to scream, to yell, to whine, to plead for this to work, for something to work! What kind of friend was he if he couldn’t even help Race relax enough to sleep? He was confused, a little hurt, but mainly confused. He felt… weird. He couldn’t quite place what his emotions were doing, but it was weird. There was a small twinge that stabbed into his chest, a cold blade of pain that got worse as Spot glanced down at the still obviously uncomfortable Race. He looked away, breath hitching in his throat as his mind raced. He decided to chalk it up to lack of sleep. He continued to brush his fingers through Race’s hair, and steeling his nerves, he glanced back down at the boy splayed across his lap. His golden hair was messy, tracks from Spot’s hand creating little peaks like fine hills, delicate freckles dotted soft cheeks, creating a small speckled trail down to chapped lips, and Spot felt his cheeks heat up. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Race’s face, his eyes, or his lips. His hands twitched, itching to move from Race’s hair down to his cheek, and his heart rung loudly in his ears. He sighed, oh how he could just lean down and press a kiss to his forehead.

What?

Spot paused, brain finally catching up with what his overflowing thoughts had spewed. He didn’t know why his thoughts had spun themselves like that. It’s because he’s my friend. He rationalised. I want to kiss him in… in a friend way. Yeah. Yeah, that made sense, right? Just a quick, friendly, kiss to his forehead. Or his cheek. Or his lips. Or- 

Oh. 

He knew why he had thought, and said, and done those things. Maybe it wasn’t in a ‘friend way’. 

“Spot?” came the quiet voice of Race. “Something wrong?” Spot’s eyes flicked down to meet Race’s, panic pricking at the top of his spine. He hadn’t said any of that out loud, had he? 

“No?” he replied, cocking his head, as he tried to keep his composure. “Why?” Race pressed his lips together, averting his eyes down to the side of the couch.

“Oh, it was just that…” he trailed off with a small gesture to his hair. Spot looked down, amid of all his thinking, he had stopped running his fingers through Race’s hair.

“Ah,” he nodded slowly. “Sorry, just thinking.”

“You don’t have to apologise!” Race lifted his head, half sitting up. “Just wondered if I was too heavy.” Spot waved his hand dismissively, moving his hand down to Race’s shoulder.

“Not at all, lie back down if you want, and I can keep playing?” Race shook his head quickly, swinging his legs over the couch. He pressed his lips together again.

“I really should go to bed, I’ve kept you up longer than I should.” Spot sighed, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to suppress a groan of annoyance, he couldn’t take this anymore.

“Okay,” he said looking up at Race, who was turned away from him now, “What is up with you?”

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Race froze, back still to Spot. “Wh- what do you mean?” there was a loud sigh from behind him, and a creak of weight shifting from the couch.

“C’mon.” A hand on his shoulder gently turned him around. “You can’t lie to me. Something’s been bothering you from the moment you got here, and it’s not because you’re out of your house.”

“I-“ Race opened and closed his mouth, gasping like a fish out of water as he searched in vain for words that wouldn’t come. His hands shook lightly and involuntarily, heart pounding in his throat, and he felt like he was going to throw up. Spot closed his eyes, bringing his hands off of Race’s shoulders.

“Look.” He said, voice low, “You’re my friend, and above all things, I want you to be comfortable. And if there’s something I’ve done- if I’m making you uncomfortable, I can organise another place for you to stay, I’m sure Albert can-”

“No!” Race’s Eyes widened, holding his hands out in front of him. “No, it’s not that!”

“Really Race?” Spot deadpanned. “Then what is it? What’s with all the restlessness? The uneasiness? The lying?” Race pressed his lips together nervously.

“Lying? No, Spot, I-” but Spot beat him to it.

“I just want you to be straight with me. What’s wrong?” Race swallowed thickly, trying desperately to think one single, cohesive thought that explained away everything, set it all right, but what came out was;

“I love you!” 

Well that wasn’t supposed to happen. 

Race clapped his hands over his mouth, eyes the size of dinner plates, face looking like he just face-planted onto the sun, as Spot stared back at him. 

Stop! He cried internally, anxiety alarm bells ringing in his head. What am I doing!?

But he didn’t stop. In fact, his brain kept whirring and words kept pouring out of his mouth. “That’s what’s wrong okay? And- and now I’m living with you, at least temporarily, and every time I see you, I turn bright-fucking-red!” 

Spot was still standing fixed to the floor, expressionless, and Race felt his anxiety rise. How was he just standing there? Here he was, pouring his heart out to him- albeit semi-unintentionally- and Spot completely stone-faced! Oh god, what am I doing!? But he still continued to speak. 

“I can’t think right around you! My words get all muddled up and I get butterflies in my stomach, and I can’t even sleep cause every time I close my eyes a- all I can see is your damn, stupid smile!” His eyes stung as fought back tears with all his strength.

Still, Spot hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a thing. Race balled his hands into fists, nails biting into the soft flesh of his palm, words still spilling out of his mouth. 

“Honestly, sometimes I can’t stand even being in the same room as you, cause all I wanna do is run up and pull you into a kiss!” Hot tears began to spill from his eyes, leaving damp tear tracks down his cheeks.

“And- and it hurts me that I can’t!” Race wiped away the tears furiously, chest heaving as he fought to keep his emotions under control. The two of them stood there for a few seconds in a thick, tension-filled silence, only broken by the occasional muffled sob from Race.

“Well?” He spat, his attempt at anger doing a poor job of covering up his fear. ”Are you gonna say something? Anything!?”

Spot remained silent.

Race swore to himself, bringing his hands up and gripping at his hair. “Forget it.” He sighed, dragging his hands back down his face, clutching at the neck of his shirt. “That was stupid, I never should’ve-” 

But he was cut off. Cut off by something warm, something solid.

Spot had stepped forward, grabbing Race’s wrists, and pulled him into his chest, silencing him with a kiss. Race closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of Spot’s chapped lips against his own. Spot moved one hand up and delicately cupped Race’s jaw, brushing his thumb over his smooth skin. They broke apart after several seconds, and now, it was Race’s turn to be speechless, Spot taking his turn to speak. “I-” he began, pulling his hands back to nervously fidget with his fingers. “I’m sorry, I’m just kinda shocked.” Race laughed.

“You and me both.” Spot chuckled too, Race cautiously reaching for his hands again, smiling faintly. They stared at each other for a while longer, pressed flush chest to chest, both of their faces still glowing softly red.

“So…” Race mumbled after a second “Where do we go from this?” Spot hummed, thinking to himself as he stepped back towards the couch, sitting down and pulling Race onto his lap.

“I dunno,” he started, a half-hidden yawn cutting him off, Race following suit a split-second later, burying his face in Spot’s neck. “But would you stay with me tonight?”

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So yeah! hope that was okay (sorry about the length i got kinda carried away :’3) also: 

:3

[stellar-starseed]

Never In A Million Years

Gif credit to owner

Group: BTS

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader, Jimin x fem!reader, polyamory

Summary: You have just confessed to one of your close friends that you have feelings for them. Things don’t go according to plan, and you turn to your best friend, Yoongi, for comfort.

Word count: 2,763

Chapter: 6/8

Other Chapters: Master List

Warning: 18+, sexual content, language

Note: cross posted on ao3, none of this has been edited so apologies for errors.

Chapter 6

You wake up in Yoongi’s bed to see Jimin fast asleep in front of you with his arm wrapped around you. You smiled to yourself. You thought he would’ve gone back to the dorms. It was sweet that he worried about you. You turned in his arms and realized Yoongi was on the other side of you. Startled, you gasped and his eyes open to meet yours. He mumbled an apology and explained that Jimin said it was okay. You smile at him and nod.

“Of course it’s okay. You just startled me.” You felt Jimin’s arm tighten around your waist and automatically place your hand over his. When you look up at Yoongi you can see the flicker of sadness in his eyes. Your heart immediately felt that pain. Yoongi gives you a small smile as he tries to mask it. He whispers that he’ll leave you two alone. You reach for him and place your hand firmly on his arm before he has the chance to get up. You shake your head.

“Stay.” You whisper. Yoongi relaxes back onto the pillow with a smile he can’t shake. You both lay in silence looking into each other’s eyes.

When Jimin finally stirs behind you-you feel guilty. After getting what you wanted for so long, how could you want more? You couldn’t understand how your heart was split. Everyone has always told you true love is with one very special person. Well, what if you are lucky enough to find two special people? Two people who care about you a great deal. Is that selfish?

Jimin moans in your ear and lets go of you only long enough to stretch. His arm comes back around to pull you as close as he can get you before kissing your neck.

“Did I interrupt an important conversation?” Jimin smiles and kisses your cheek.

“Nope.” Yoongi speaks up and, after breaking eye contact with you for the first time in what seemed to be over an hour, he climbs out of bed. “I’m going to head to the the studio.”

“Oh, fine.” You sigh. “Just leave me in a weakened state!” You place the back of your hand to your forehead and look away in an over dramatic effort to get Yoongi to feel guilty.

“You have Jimin.” Yoongi says with furrowed eyebrows.

“He has exams.” You pout.

“Not today, 자기 (jagi). I took my last one yesterday. Jungkook has one more today, but I’m all yours, baby.”

“See.” Yoongi rolls his eyes at your pouting face and rummages through his dresser drawers.

“I can make you feel better.” Jimin dropped his voice as he spoke next to your ear. It sent shivers down your spine. Oh how you loved his seductive voice.

“I heard that.” Yoongi said, feigning disgust as he headed for the bathroom.

Jimin giggles at his reaction, “I’ll wait until you leave...” He calls after him. “The room.” He smiles at you and takes your bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on. You see Yoongi wave his hand behind him before the bathroom door closes. Jimin pulls away once he hears the door closing and gives you a mischievous look.

“Baby.” He softly sings next to your ear. Kissing your ear, trailing down your jaw and sucking at your neck, Jimin elicits a moan from you.

“Jimin-ah, he’s going to walk in any minute.”

“That’s okay.” He pauses from his work on your neck to look at you with an innocent smile. One hand slips around the back of your neck to pull you into a deep kiss. His warm tongue expertly working its way around yours. His free hand massages your breast through the fabric of an oversized T-shirt that probably belonged to him. He pulls away from the kiss to look you in the eyes.

“Are you okay?” He questions, “I don’t want to hurt you. Does your head still hurt?” You nod a little at the second question.

When Jimin begins to pull away you pull him back, “it’s okay.” You reassure and kiss him. Jimin smiles into the kiss and continues to kiss his way down your neck. Lifting your T-shirt, he massages a bare breast with one hand while he licks and sucks around your other, purposefully avoiding your nipple. When he finally reaches your nipple you gasp as he suckles. His hands freely explore your body, rubbing, grabbing, and they’re soon followed by his mouth. He licks, sucks, and nibbles any exposed skin on his way down your body.

“Jimin.” You whisper as you hold back a moan. Biting your lip you run your hands through his soft hair. He looks up at you and smiles. Jimin loves the way you say his name when he’s trying to please you. It’s like music to his ears. He’s instantly turned on and wants to continue to coax his name from your mouth. Each new way you say it is like a small reward for him.

Jimin slips his hand into your shorts, his fingers finding their way to your already slick folds. He uses his free hand to shimmy your shorts off. Dipping a finger inside you, he continues kissing your abdomen, nibbling at our skin. His finger, now lubed with your juices finds it’s way to your clit, he adds his thumb to gently pinch your most sensitive of spots. You gasp.

“Mmm. You like that baby?” He asks. His thumb runs circles around your clit as he lets a finger slip inside you. You buck your hips at the increasing pleasure.

“Jimin, oh-fff” He sits up to kiss you. A hungry kiss, his lips assaulting yours, his tongue covering every inch he can get to.

“Let go.” He tells you when he pulls away from the kiss. He can see you grabbing onto the covers and pressing your head back into the pillow. He adds a finger inside you. His thumb still working at your clit as his fingers hit your g spot expertly. His rhythm is driving you crazy. His thumb releases your sensitive clit when he feels your legs tense up.

“Ah, mmm.” You moan out. You’re all breath at this point, tucking your hips back to direct him back to your clit. You look down to see Jimin smiling at you and then his head dips between your legs. His soft lips wrapping around your sensitive bud. His tongue slips out to swirl circles around your clit before he licks down to your opening, fingers still inside you. He licks his way back up and laps at your clit.

“Jim—in.” You moan. One of his favorite things, aside from hearing his name escape your beautiful mouth, was when he knew you were so lost in ecstasy that you couldn’t actually say his name. It became a jumbled mess of attempts at calling his name out and moans.

“That’s it baby. Let go, cum for me.” He says as he pulls away momentarily. Diving right back in he licks a thick stripe up your pussy and continues his assault on your twitching bud of nerves as his fingers curl inside you. You were squirming underneath him, your thighs press against his face. Your fingers slip through his hair again and tug at his locks. His free hand tried to hold one of your thighs in place.

“Fuck, Jimin. Ah, I’m cumming.” You tense up as you reach your climax, shuddering under his continued assault of your clit. You look down, panting and whimpering, to watch Jimin lap up your release. He climbs on top of you and places the softest of kisses on your lips before he sits back. He stares down at you with such an admiration. You can’t bring yourself to question him. At this point it would take too much energy that you didn’t have.

Jimin tugs your shirt down to cover you up and pulls the blanket over the both of you. He lays his head on your chest. You wrap your arms around him. The bathroom door opens. Yoongi slowly peeks his head out in your direction.

“You said you were going to wait until I left.” He squints at Jimin.

“I did wait until you left.” Jimin’s innocent smile was enough to make Yoongi chuckle and shake his head.

“Sorry.” You mumble.

“So, are you feeling better?” Yoongi questions, sitting down to pull his shoes on. You glance over at him to see a smirk on his face. “I know I am.”

Jimin sits up and looks over at Yoongi. “Did you get off to this?” Yoongi looks at Jimin for a moment, his smirk ever present, and shrugs.

“You did?” You question. A laugh escapes before you can hold it back and Jimin looks to you before he starts to chuckle himself. He shrugs and lays his head back down on your chest.

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Jimin had waited on you hand and foot all morning. He wasn’t only making sure you didn’t lift a finger, but he was also pampering you. You had gotten a massage, your nails painted, and now you were binge watching Game of Thrones with matching face masks on. You were pretty sure that if you hadn’t already fallen for him before this that you had fallen hard in a single day.

“You need anything else, baby?” He questions as he sets a steaming mug of tea in front of you.

“I’m okay, 자기.” You smile at him. A smile slowly grew on his face as he stared at you.

You looked around and back at him. “What?”

“That’s the first time you’ve called me that.” His smile is even wider now. If you didn’t have a face mask to cover it up he would be met with a deep blush.

“Well, babe, get used to it.”

“I definitely will. I’m already loving it.” He sits back down and pulls you close. You rest your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. You snuggle up to him and begin to immerse yourself in the show he had tried to get you to watch for some time.

“I’ve been thinking...” he says after the episode ends.

“That the Queen needs to die? God she’s such a bitch.” He chuckles at your comment.

“I forgot you haven’t seen this before.” He removes your mask and then his own. “I was thinking about us...and...”

Turning around to face him you ask, “What about us? Are you having second thoughts?”

“God no. Never. I just, Well, you and Yoongi- I guess I’m just curious if there are feelings there? He’s hot and you had a relationship that I kind of barged in on.”

“Well, I’m not going to lie this situation has happened in such a weird way. Never would’ve guessed it would’ve worked like this, but yes. To answer your question. I did. Do? I-shit. I’m sorry.” You can feel your heart rate pick up. You can’t believe you just admitted that to him. This will ruin everything. You sat back away from Jimin who was now silent.

“Hmm.” He said and went silent again for some time. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want to lie to him, but maybe you should have held back. You didn’t even think about it before you blurted everything out.

Yoongi had been on your mind a lot lately. You had wished to kiss him and cuddle with him so many times. You didn’t once want to give up what you and Jimin were starting to build, but you also found yourself wondering what you and Yoongi had started to build. The feelings you were realizing you had for Yoongi weren’t something new. You had began to realize these last few months that you had buried your feelings long ago. It had been so long that you thought they were gone.

________

Senior year of high school came and went for you and Yoongi. Since You and Yoongi had a tendency to spend so much time lounging around his parents house, they insisted you both get summer jobs. You obliged and ended up working at a vintage music shop together. Filing old records, cleaning off the public headphones, and ringing up customers took up the better part of your work days. It was worth it to listen to the mixes Yoongi came up with after work. He was always finding something new to use.

Your only parent was busy working, so you were often over at Yoongi’s for dinner. Most nights you snuck in his bedroom window to sleep over. His parents thought you two would end up together, his little brother often referred to you as his girlfriend. Many of your acquaintances thought you were dating as well. You were too shy to admit you liked him as more than a friend. Yoongi was your only real friend and you cherished your time with him, so you didn’t want to do something to derail your friendship.

Summer was nearing an end when you decided that maybe you should tell Yoongi about your feelings. You were both going to separate colleges and you weren’t going to be seeing as much of each other. Maybe if you told him how you felt things would turn into something more. Maybe you would visit each other on weekends and holidays. Maybe you could after all be more than friends.

You were day dreaming scenarios while you cleaned up the listening booths. You were jarred from your thoughts when the shrill ring of the shop phone reached you. You glanced up to see Yoongi was putting records back in order. You smiled to yourself. Today could change your relationship for the better. You stepped out of the last booth.

“Yoongi, it’s for you.” The manager held out the phone to Yoongi. You furrowed your eyebrows. Who would be calling him at work? You shrugged it off. You had ten minutes left before work was over and you were planning to spend it lazing around.

“No. No, no, no. No!” Yoongi repeated. His voice was breaking and you felt in your heart that it was something big. You dropped your cleaning supplies and headed over to Yoongi. He let the phone drop to the floor and he shortly joined it.

“Yoongi,” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and you could feel he was shaking. “What happened?” You wanted to tear up. Your best friend, the toughest person you knew, the unbreakable Min Yoongi, was broken. Tears were running down his face. He was silent, but his mouth was agape as if he was trying to scream.

He sucked in as much air as he could, “My parents-“ he sobbed. Tears were now streaming down your cheeks. Your heart was breaking right there and you were at a loss for what to do.

“They’re gone!” He screamed. Your manager picked up the phone in front of you and asked you to take Yoongi home. You nodded and helped Yoongi to his feet. Your arms never left his shoulders.

When you reached his house you saw Jungkook on the steps with his knees pulled to his chest. His face was buried in his hands and he was audibly crying. You suddenly couldn’t get enough oxygen. The people you cared about most in this world had lost everything in one day.

You found out later that it was a car accident. A tire blew out on a large truck and it took out the Min’s car. They died instantly. Yoongi was alone, just him and his little brother. He was now left with a grand responsibility. You did the best you could to support him through the hardest time in his life. You brought him food. You helped Jungkook as much as you could. You saved money just to buy them things that they might need.

You felt so stupid when you looked back and thought about how much you had wanted to confess your feelings to Yoongi. There you were day dreaming about a fairytale future with him, and it was so abruptly interrupted when his parents were taken. Those feelings became so incredibly unimportant. All that mattered was Yoongi and Jungkook and making sure they were okay. You couldn’t tell him how you felt after that. You wanted nothing more than to be the best support system you could be. You were going to help him through however you could and that meant keeping stupid romantic feelings out of the equation.

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Thanks for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I’ll catch you on the next one.

P.S. I hope you’re having a good day/night. If today was a struggle I hope you take care of yourself and I also hope that tomorrow is a better day for you💕

[noahscents]

Professional - Noah Centineo Imagine

anonymous asked: That last imagine was soo good!! Gow about one where Noah and yn are co stars abd they both fancy eachother but yn refused to date a co worker and Noahs been like come on one date please! But she refused. So they doing press tour abd one the last day after last interview Noahs like were not coworkers anymore and asks her out😊

a/n: you want it, you got it ;)

here’s my masterlist!

update: it turned into smut lmao and I didn’t exactly follow the plot fskosfdkfsd

Word Count: 1.5k

this is probs gonna flop b/c I’ve been hella inactive but this has been sitting in my drafts for wAy too long oops

“Amelia, I love you more than life itself,” Noah says.

“We can’t...” You say, turning away. “You know our families will never allow it. This rivalry is older than our great-grandparents’ parents.”

Noah grabs your waist and pulls you closer.

“I don’t give a damn about what our families think. We’ll make them understand, “ He says, tilting your chin upwards, “and start our own...”

He leans in to kiss you passionately and just like that, the world melts away and a beautiful string orchestra fades in as the screen fades to black and the credits roll.

“Wow...” You say, wiping a tear from your eye.

“I know,” Noah says, exhaling.

You two were finally able to see the movie you made in its entirety and tomorrow, you and Noah started your 4-day press tour for ‘Tale As Old As Time’.

“You ready to do this thing?” Noah says, nudging your arm.

“Yeah. I don’t know if you’re ready though.” You say, standing up and putting on your jacket.

He scoffs, “You don’t know if I’M ready?” He crosses his arms.

“Yup.” You giggle, walking past him to leave his hotel room when suddenly, a pair of hands firmly grasp your hips, and you’re pulled into his lap.

You met Noah about a year ago during a chemistry read for a romantic movie. You were up against so many other big names in Hollywood for this role, (Florence Pugh, Zendaya, Ryan Destiny, and Hailee Steinfeld to name a few) but Noah had the best chemistry with you...

not just onscreen.

“I don’t think you’re ready.” He says, inches away from your face.

Your heart speeds up as you feel your cheeks get hot. Noah was attractive both inside and out, there’s no doubt about that. Over the course of filming with him you two definitely felt a spark, but mutually decided it wasn’t professional. But lately, Noah seems to be forgetting what you agreed upon.

You deeply inhale, “Noah...” You say with a bittersweet expression forming across your face.

“I thought our agreement only lasted until filming was done.” He says, rubbing circles in the small of your back.

You bite your lip and toss your head back slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He says, pressing you against him.

“Noah,” You say coming back to yourself, removing his hand. “We still have press and-”

“You know the fans have been shipping us since filming started.” He says, looking up at you. “Why don’t we give them what they want?”

You chuckle to yourself as you pry yourself off of him and straighten out your jacket.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Centineo.”

“You don’t wanna sleepover?” He says in the distance as you walk out, “Even just to cuddl-”

Click.

10:30am.

“Said play wit my pussy, but don’t play with my emotions...” You say along with Doja Cat’s ‘Rules’ as you apply finishing touches to your makeup, “If you spend some money, then maybe I just might fuck ya!”

You sway your hips side to side and as you spray Mario Badescu Rose Water on your face. 

“Wanna shake that ass, imma do that shit in slow motion!”

Your phone pings with a notification from the Postmates app.

Your Postmate, Laura, has arrived. Please come collect your order.

Knock, knock.

You run to the door, not skipping a lyric.

“You got a whole lotta cash and-” You pause, in shock.

“Didn’t know you listened to Doja Cat.” Noah says, holding your french toast and scooching past you to come inside.

You watch him enter in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you scared Laura away.” You say, crossing your arms.

“A whole mini-can of whipped cream?” He says, placing your food on the desk. “Kinky, it’s like you knew I was coming.”

“Surely you didn’t come here just to make fun of my breakfast.” You say, letting out a large exhale through your nose as your cheeks get hot.

“No, I just wanted to see if you wanted to walk down together for the press thing.” He says, walking towards you.

You turn away and head back to the bathroom.

“You’re a whole 90 minutes early.” You say before you feel a pair of hands around your waist, and lips on your neck.

You immediately roll your head back in pleasure and your nipples harden. Noah takes notice of this and cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb.

“Mmmmmm...” You moan as you press your thighs together in attempt to stop the flood.

“No bra? Such a tease.” He says before nibbling on your neck just a bit.

Fuck this rule.

You turn around to face him and press your lips into his. He wraps his arms around you as he sucks on your bottom lip, stumbling backward with you through the narrow pathway of the bathroom to the hotel bed.

“Anyone who willingly wears a bra is a masochist.” You say, smirking as you straddle him.

He grabs the bottle of whipped cream as you straddle him and pulls the straps of your dress down, exposing your breasts. He sprays a dollop on your nipple before latching on.

You purr with approval and begin to grind into his lap, feeling him grow underneath you.

“Someone’s excited.” You say, smirking as he looks up at you.

“Are you kidding me?” He says, meeting your lips for deep, passionate kiss. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do this?”

He flips you over in one swift motion, and slides the rest of your dress down your hips. He pauses to take off his shirt and you sit up to unzip his slacks.

“This long?” You say, rubbing him through his briefs before sliding them down. His thick member flings out immediately, no longer restricted by the Calvin Klein fabric.

You place him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around the head.

He lets out a deep moan as he fisted the back of your hair.

You began bobbing up and down until he backed out of you and bent down to meet your eye level.

“I wanna make you feel good too.” He said, gently pushing you onto the bed before pulling down your thong.

He spreads your legs and begins kissing your thighs, moving closer and closer to your wet heat. Your breath hitches in anticipation.

Finally he places his tongue on your clit, sending a wave of pulse through you system. He begins sucking on it very slowly, and uses his ring and index finger to penetrate you.

“Fuck...” You say, gripping the sheets.

Suddenly, the sensation goes away but is soon met with the thickness of his cock.

You gasp and reach for him, pulling Noah into your chest as he slowly pumps in and out of you giving you time to adjust.

“Fuck, babygirl.” He says in your ear. “Does that feel good?” He begins kissing your neck, “How does my cock make you feel?”

“So good.” You say, scratching his back with your nails as he picks up his speed.

He sucks on your left nipple before rolling the other inbetween his fingers. The combination sends you into euphoria.

He sits up and picks up the rhythm, placing your leg over his shoulder and a pillow under your ass. He begins to rub circles onto your clit.

“Don’t cum until I say so.” He says as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Y-yes, sir.” You say, barely holding on.

He thrusts get faster, but less rhythmic as your walls clenched around him.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He says, rubbing your clit faster.

“Yours.” You say breathlessly, vision blurred in euphoria.

“I can’t hear you. I said, who’s pussy is this?”

“YOURS, Noah.” You say, almost in a whine. You’re on the edge.

“T-that’s what I like to hear.” He says, nearing his edge. “Cum for me, babygirl.”

You instantly let your orgasm go, squeezing your eyes shut as your whole body convulses.

Your orgasm sends Noah over the edge as he collapses on top of you, giving a few final pumps before stopping completely.

Why is his chest wet?

You open your eyes and see that your chest is wet as well... along with the edge of the bed and the floor.

Oh my God... did I squirt?

“Oh my God, did I squirt?” You say, laughing lightly due to exhaustion.

“Yeah, you did.” He says, beaming at you. “It was so fucking hot.”

“I’ve never done with before!” You say, half in amazement and half in disbelief.

“Well, I have been known to do that to people.” He says, folding his arms to his chest.

“Shut up!” You say pushing him away with your foot.

You get up to shower again, but Noah grabs your hand and pulls you toward him.

“So, what is this? We broke the rule.” He says, avoiding eye contact.

“Professional in the streets...” You say.

“Cuddle in the sheets?” He says.

“Precisely.” You say, leaning in to kiss him.

“Deal. But only if I get to take you out on an official date after we finish press.” He says, pulling backwards.

Your cheeks get hot.

“Deal. Now c’mere.”

A/N: hOLY shit srry if this is bad I haven’t written anything in like a ~year~

[dashhoney25]

E. Part II

Erik

It wasn't right to leave Hazel in the middle of the night like this. She was right, it was late; but right now, I got other things in mind. I stood outside my apartment placing my keys in my pocket when my phone went off. I took my phone out of my pocket and read the text from Marissa.

Marissa: Come over?

The timing couldn't have been more perfect. I couldn't wait to get a hold of her wild ass. Marissa stood about 5 foot 5 with sun-kissed golden skin. Her hourglass figure came with a set of D-cup breasts, and a plump onion booty that complimented her natural tiny waist. Marissa had soft, curly hair that smelled of coconut and mango.

I walked down the hall and took the elevator up to the 5th floor. Stepping off, I walked down the hall, took a right and knocked on the door of apartment E. Marissa answered the door in a black satin robe, she smelled of vanilla and patchouli. "Pleasure to see you" she greeted, opening the door wider for me to enter. I shot a wink at her, "The pleasure's all mine" I responded taking a seat on her couch. Marissa followed me to the couch and stood in front of me. "Do you mind?" she questioned.

I admired my view, and gave a slight nod watching as she pulled the strings on her robe, revealing her beautiful naked body. "Damn Riss" I chuckled lowly as the robe fell to the floor. She bit her lip and climbed in my lap. "Hope you weren't too busy" she said straddling me, putting her lips against mine. Kissing her back, I cupped her ass, "You got my ass outta bed, this better be good" I barked slapping her ass; causing her to hiss. Marissa placed kisses on my neck as her tongue trailed down my collar bone, "It always is... daddy" her voice trailed off seductively.

Taking a moment to appreciate her presence, I kissed her slowly as my hands traveled down her sides, grabbing at her thighs I bit her bottom lip playfully. Smiling at my advances, she wasted no time in helping me pull my jacket over my head. Immediately, I cupped her breast, taking the other into my mouth as soft moans escaped her lips. Swirling my tongue over her nipples, Marissa began grinding against me alerting me that she was really for me. We shared a few more kisses before I took off my shirt, kissing her collarbone leaving hickeys, I could hear faint moans escaping her lips as the tension grew between us. "Let me take care of you" she whispered in my ear. Obliging, I watched as Marissa kisses trailed from my lips to my stomach, I swear she left a few marks on me. "Damn girl" I let out as her hands trailed my body, attempting to leave no flesh of mine untouched.

Removing my joggers, Marissa's eyes never left mine. She loved knowing that she had my full attention. This girl was bad as fuck, and she knew it too. Just staring at her turned me on even more. Taking off my boxers, my dick sprang out instantly, Marissa wasted no time to take me inside her throat.

I relaxed myself on the couch and leaned my head against the pillows as she took all of me with no hesitation, her warm jaws damn near sucked the life out of me as her tongue swirled around my head tightly. As her head bobbed on my dick sloppily, she licked up and down my shaft, never breaking eye contact while stroking me roughly. I grunted, placing my hand in her hair encouraging her to take all this dick down her throat. Moments later, she spit on it and stroke me faster "Like this daddy?" she questioned innocently getting it wetter for me. "C'mere" I barked as she continued to jerk me just right with a good grip. Damn she had me ready for her. Climbing on top of me, I watched as Marissa lined herself up with me to take me inside of her effortlessly.

Marissa wasn't afraid of my size, she always took it as a challenge. My eyes never left hers as the show was just beginning. Marissa threw her head back groaning as she rubbed her body. Moaning at how good it felt to be filled, Marissa gripped my shoulders riding me as I gripped her hips. Staring in her eyes she cursed at me, biting her lip as I smacked her ass. "Ride this shit Riss" I encouraged kissing her neck. Marissa glared at me, her eyes spoke to me, telling me she needed this dick. I thrusted my hips into her as she met me halfway, the faster she went the more her ass clapped in my lap. "Gotdamn Riss" I said biting my lip gripping her body tighter. "Yes daddy" she hissed looking down at me in pleasure, our eyes connected as I placed rough kisses on her neck as my nails trailed down her back. "Fuck" she exhaled, Marissa grabbed my face and pulled me into a wet sloppy kiss changing her rhythm, pressing her hips deeper into me she made sure I hit her g-spot. Breaking the kiss, Marissa's moaned filled the air as her hands took ahold of my neck.

"Erik!" she let out faintly as her grip tightened. I took her hand off my neck and clutched her close to me. Marissa continued bouncing on my dick wildly as our bodies collided simultaneously, the aroma of sex, vanilla, and patchouli filled the air. Marissa clenched around me, I could feel her wetness dripping down my leg I knew she was close. "Turn over for me" I instructed. She whimpered as I watched her slowly rise from my lap, she proceeded to get on all fours on the floor. Marissa had the perfect arch in her back and those pretty, plump, pink folds were juicy from all the pleasure I brought her. I slapped her pussy, and ran my fingers across her folds to tease her. Her body tensed up at my touch. "Quit playing E!" she called out anxiously as she looked back at me. A smirk crept upon my face as I slid into her harshly. Her hips collided with mine violently as her moans sounded as if she was knocked out of breath.

Her pussy was good from any angle, and I had to savor every moment. "Fuck me daddy" she called out, getting used to my strokes. I bit my bottom lip at the invitation and picked up the pace, pulling her hair as I lifted my leg at an angle and fucked her in a deep lunge position. Marissa clenched once more, her walls began to tighten around me so I knew it wouldn't be much longer. Gripping her ass, I spread her cheeks and started slow stroking her deeply watching as her folds engulfed me like a glove. Fucking Marissa roughly, and deeply, she put her hand up for me to signaling that I was too deep, but I know she ain't gone cop out on me like that. Gripping her hair, deepening the arch, I plunged into her to pull her close to me. I put an arch in her body as I kissed her ear. Marissa's body shook under me as she moaned in pleasure. "Mhmmm" she hummed in satisfaction as she felt herself cum. She managed to turn under me and kiss me sloppily as our tongues danced together in pleasure. Breaking the kiss, I pulled out of her and turned her over to release on her back. Groaning in pleasure I collapsed next to her and pulled her into a deep kiss once more. "You did that shit Riss" I said. Chuckling, she caressed my face and kissed me. "Good" she replied.

I got up and walked to her bathroom to wet a washcloth for Marissa. Walking into the livingroom, I found her in the same position on her stomach, I cleaned her up and went back to the bathroom to get situated. I walked back in the livingroom and found her putting on her robe. "I'm never disappointed with you" she said as I grabbed my boxers off the ground. "Never that" I replied putting on my joggers, "You got time for a glass of wine?" she questioned walking into the kitchen. "Not tonight Riss" I said putting on my shirt. "I just came to give you what you wanted" I said walking into the kitchen, coming up behind her wrapping my arms around her. She turned around to face me, "I'll pay you for overtime. Have one glass with me Erik" she encouraged. "You don't have to do that." I said running my fingers through her hair. "Let's save this for another time. Give you something to look forward to" I smirked. Marissa sighed in disappointment, but her eyes gleamed at the thought of a future encounter.

"Fine" she said placing a peck to my lips. She took my hand and walked me to her bedroom. I sat on her bed and watched as she went into her closet and grabbed her Louis Vuitton purse. I looked around her bedroom and watched as she took out her wallet, she pulled out some cash counting it to herself, "This should cover tonight" she said handing it to me. I took the money as she eyed me. I counted it and placed it in my pocket. I rose from the bed and pulled Marissa into a deep sloppy French kiss, palming her ass. She pulled away from me and laughed, "Damn, you tryna take all my money tonight" she joked. "Don't give my shit away. Wait for me, til I get back" I said kissing her cheek, slapping her ass, she knows this shit belongs to me. "I promise daddy" she said looking me in my eyes seductively

"I won't keep you any longer" she said taking my hand. As I followed her to the door, I couldn't keep my eyes off that ass. As we reached the door, she kissed me one last time before pulling away. "Another time Erik?" she questioned. "Up to you" I said with a smirk before walking away. "Anytime is our time" she joked biting her lip before closing the door behind me.

I walked down the hallway to the elevator heading back to my place. Reaching my floor, I grabbed my keys out of my pocket and walked into my apartment. Locking the door, I walked into my bedroom to see Hazel sound asleep. I undressed myself and took the $400 out of my pocket before placing it on my nightstand. I stepped into the shower and reminisced on the eventful moment that I shared with Marissa.

The hot water cascaded down my body as I washed away Marissa's remnants, damn I needed that shit. I felt uneasy coming home knowing that I left Hazel on a bad note, but what can I say? I got money to make and needs to fulfill, and I must say that Marissa did that shit. It's a shame that Hazel doesn't know what she's missing out on, but shit Marissa understands and takes my dick gladly knowing that I leave my mark on her; it's so good to her that she pays for it each time, I always leave that ass satisfied.

I finished my shower, dried off and threw on some boxers and a pair of shorts. I climbed into bed next to Hazel and drifted off to sleep. I'm sure she'll drill me in the morning about my "walk".

[highqueenofelfhame]

I hire you to be the stripper at my friend’s bachelor/ette party and you’re the T.A. for my favourite class + I DON’T EVEN KNOW, ROWAELIN OR NESSIAN

Nesta wished she’d been surprised when she was ambushed by the stripper at her bachelorette party. She wished she’d been surprised by her drunk sisters cackling in the corner of the living room of her little apartment at the shocked horror that was written across her face. The thing that she wished wasn’t the surprise? The fact that it was the TA she hated - who flirted with her relentlessly - that stood before her with a trenchcoat pooled at his feet wearing nothing more than tiny sequin shorts, a bow tie, and suspenders over his too-shiny and too-muscular torso.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She finally forced out, unable to tell if the color and drained from her face or flooded it. It was taking too much effort for her to keep her eyes on his face, the light catching the sequins and trying to coax her gaze lower than she was willing to allow. 

“I was hired,” Cassian drawled, his thumbs hooking beneath his suspenders and snapping them against his chest. Nesta started at the sound, clenching her jaw as she reached for his wrist and tugged him toward her bedroom. Behind her, Feyre and Elain were trying to wolf whistle and cheer, only for their efforts to dissolve into more drunken giggles. She was going to kill them for this. 

A slow smirk was working its way across Cassian’s lips as the door slammed shut behind them. Nesta’s arms folded over her chest as she glared up at him with a set jaw that feathered behind her ear. He took a step closer to her, extending one hand to rest on the door behind her head. Nesta instantly regretted the way she was unable to stop herself from her eyes dropping down the length of his body. Cassian didn’t miss a beat. 

“I bet you’ve been wondering what I looked like under all those clothes. I bet you’ll be thinking about me dropping that trenchcoat for you while you coax yourself to sleep tonight.”

“Cassian —“ 

“Your mind will drift to me while you fuck —“ In an effort to shut him up and indulge herself in kissing Cassian once and only once, she grabbed his face and pulled his lips down to hers.  

It turned out that kissing Cassian felt a lot like having a heart attack. Her chest and heart squeezed, all air leaving her body as she sighed into his mouth and tangled her fingers into his hair. Cassian seemed just as surprised by the kiss as Nesta, but didn’t hesitate in gripping her by her thighs and lifting her to pin her to the door. Soon his mouth was descending on her neck and she was gasping in surprise, in pleasure, in suspense. Sweat was beading up over her face and chest and she felt completely and utterly dizzy and lost. 

Kissing Cassian revived her from the inside out. She never wanted to stop. 

Especially not when his fingers slipped up her dress and into her panties. Nesta let out a desperate sort of whine and dropped her back against the door. Cassian’s lips remained on the curve of her neck, his teeth grazing as he swirled his tongue over the spot and sucked. There would be a mark, Nesta knew, and thinking about it on display for everyone to see drove her insane. Cassian was marking her as his, and as much as he got under her skin it was all she wanted to be. 

With his fingers teasing her knot, she found herself arching her body against him and pressing her breasts up and closer to his mouth. Beneath thick lashes he looked at her, tugging the low ‘v’ of her dress to the side and taking her peaked breast into his mouth. As his teeth grazed her nipple, as he sucked and flicked his tongue against her, Nesta was a gasping and moaning mess. 

He was only using his fingers. 

“More, Cassian, please,” she breathed, tugging on the ends of his hair to make him look at her. Their mouths collided once again and he slipped his fingers between her folds to wet them before he pushed two inside her at once. She gasped against his lips, forcing her hips down against his hand and biting down on his lip. The faster and harder that he pumped his fingers, the louder she moaned, the more breathless she got. 

Being with Tomas had never been like this. Being with Tomas was never fun, it never felt good like this. Cassian was everything she wanted, everything she needed, and the last thing on her mind was the small diamond on her left ring finger. All that she could think about was the man that was claiming her as his with his hands and teeth and tongue. 

“Fuck,” Nesta hissed, her nails digging roughly into his shoulders. Hard enough that she was sure that there would be bruising, there would be little cescents imprinted in his skin for the next hour and it was all she could think about as she crashed over the edge. It felt like nothing she’d experienced before. Her heart was racing and pounding so hard that she was sure he could hear the stampede in his chest. Nesta’s skin was so sticky with sweat that she wasn’t sure where hers stopped and his began, she wasn’t sure what moisture on her thighs was sweat or the physical signs of how bad she needed him. “More. Please, I need you inside me.”

Cassian slowly let Nesta’s body slide down until her feet touched the floor. Slowly, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her juices from them, licking his fingers until they were completely clean. He kissed her then, the taste of her fresh on his tongue. It was overwhelming to want someone so badly that you would surely combust. 

“Call me when you cancel your wedding,” he murmured low in her ear. Cassian pressed a tinder kiss just below her ear before pulling open the door and leaving Nesta standing in the dimly lit bedroom, to contemplate her entire future. 

~*~

It was early. Entirely too early for his phone to be ringing. Entirely too early for anyone to need anything from him, but he answered anyway, groaning a gruff ‘hello’ into the receiver. 

“Hey.” To say that her voice surprised him was an understatement. He hadn’t expected to hear from Nesta Archeron ever again after what had happened the night before. She had spent so much time ignoring their chemistry, so much time focusing on other inferior men that any spark between them she had run from like it was the plague. 

Up until last night she wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole. 

“I told you to call me when -”

“I know what you said,” she interrupted, an annoyed sigh falling from her perfect, wicked mouth. Cassian popped up on one elbow, unable to believe what she might have been telling him. “I… I want to see you.”

In her voice, he heard a small smile and he could imagine her laying in bed with loose curls splayed across her pillow. He could imagine her picking at the fabric of her blanket while she nervously offered herself to him. Even worse, he could imagine her crawling on top of him and slowly unbuttoning the sleep shirt she was wearing . 

“You know my rules.”

“Are you dense? You said to call when I called it off. And I’m calling. Gods above, nevermind. This was stupid, I -”

“Do you want me to come over?” For a moment, she was silent. For a moment he heard nothing but the fabric of her blankets shifting as she moved in her bed, heard nothing but the sound of her breathing as she thought. 

“Please.”

[dust2dust34]

(settle down with me) and i’ll be your safety (Olicity AU, T)

Summary: Part of The Artie Chronicles. Six times Oliver and Felicity fall asleep with Artie, and one time they catch her sleeping.

Rated: T (for innuendo)

A/N: Title from Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. This was written for the Fic for Food Drive I’m taking part in with @so-caffeinated​ - check out the details here, and please consider donating! The donor wanted another ficlet in this series - I hope you enjoy it!

(read on AO3)

The bed jostled.

Felicity frowned and looked up from the book she was reading on her phone.

Another jostle, and then a whine.

The soft glow coming from the little lamp on her nightstand cast just enough light for her to see Artie and Oliver when she glanced over her shoulder at where they slept behind her.

Was he having another nightmare?

They had become fewer and farther between over the last months since they’d started sharing a bed every night, but they were still there. Some nights she or Artie could pull him back to reality. But sometimes there wasn’t anything they could do. It was a matter of riding it out, coaxing him from the hellish landscape he got lost in, trying to ground him without making it worse.

Heart heavy, Felicity shuffled onto her back to get a better look.

It wasn’t Oliver.

Artie’s little body jerked where she laid tucked up against Oliver’s chest. Her paws twitched, her eyes roving every which way under her closed lids. Her lips trembled, the edges coming up in breathy whimpers, her nose quivering.

Felicity’s chest clenched at the sight, her heart twisting, and she reached out to soothe her out of whatever she was dreaming.

Oliver beat her to it.

He shifted around the puppy, his brow furrowing in his sleep as he reacted to the disturbances.

Artemis didn’t respond to him like she normally would, too lost in the visions she saw in her sleep. Her paws started moving more, almost like she was running. It was so cute, but Felicity couldn’t help but wonder if it was a bad dream. How could she know? That concern became even more evident when a stressed little yelp escaped the pitbull.

Her boyfriend was of the same mind, apparently, because he curled around Artie and slid his hand over her head and then down her side in a soothing caress.

Artie settled slightly, but not quite enough, not yet.

Never waking, Oliver kept stroking her soft fur, and Felicity swore she heard the softest little, “Shh,” on his lips, even though his mouth didn’t move.

It took a moment, but Artie finally started calming under his lazy strokes. Her paws stopped twitching, her body didn’t jerk quite as hard, her eyes settling where they were still closed. She didn’t wake as finally she took a shuddery, full-bodied breath, and then she was falling back into a calmer slumber.

When she fell still again, Oliver’s hand stopped, settling on the dog’s plopped-out belly, effectively cocooning her against him. Then it was his turn to take a deep breath, and slip back into a deep sleep.

Felicity bit her lip hard to keep from making the cooing noises she wanted to.

Chest constricting, she clenched her jaw to keep quiet, finally biting her lips together as she slowly lifted her phone.

A couple swipes and she had her camera up. She took more than a few pictures of them, trying to get the best lighting, glad she’d gone the extra mile with her next gen camera because it caught every single painfully adorable angle as if the room wasn’t caught in a low glow dome.

Neither Oliver nor Artie moved the entire time.

Perfect as the pictures were, though, none of them did the real thing justice.

Felicity shifted onto her side so she was facing them. She left her phone on the bed and, careful to keep her touch light, she swept her hand over Artie’s little face, and then brushed her fingers down Oliver’s temple. Artie simply fell deeper into sleep, totally safe and comfortable, but Oliver sighed, his brow twitching again as he turned into her touch.

She didn’t take her eyes off them, not even when they grew heavy.

At some point she slipped her glasses off and set them down haphazardly somewhere behind her, but she kept the light on so she could drink in every precious bit of her world sleeping safe and sound next to her.

*

Oliver paused at the door to his suite of rooms.

He balanced the tray of food on one hand so he could open the door, but immediately froze when it started tipping precariously. He held his breath, readjusting his hold. There. Not wasting the opportunity, Oliver quickly twisted the knob open before grabbing the tray with both hands once again. Using his foot, he eased the door shut behind him, pushing just enough to get a snick.

And then he paused, listening.

Silence greeted him.

With a smile, he double checked the contents of the tray: her favorite pancakes, the cinnamon ones with cream cheese icing swirled through the middle, a bowl of berries, the overly-pulpy orange juice she preferred, coffee with cinnamon and a little creamer, utensils, and a tiny vase with a little bouquet of wildflowers from the garden.

Exactly what he wanted to surprise her with on the morning of their six month anniversary.

Keeping his step light, Oliver padded into the bedroom. He knew Artemis was up here somewhere, having woken up with him, but only to go to the bathroom and eat before coming back up.

Soft snores backed that up, making him smile.

One definite thing his girls shared: they loved to sleep.

He tip-toed into the bedroom.

The bed was as mussed as he’d left it, and on the far side he spotted a messy tuft of blonde hair, the bulk of the comforter hiding most of her from view. He didn’t see Artie.

Oliver walked to his side of the bed, where he preferred to sleep - between Felicity and the door - stepping over the place on the floor where he used to make his pallet. It had been a long time since he’d done that, and he had to admit he slept better than he used to. Although that was mostly because of a woman and her dog barging into his life and shining light into the darkest places, bringing him out of the shadowy cell he had resigned himself to.

He no longer felt that and where before he would wake up with dread coating his every thought, he now looked forward to every single precious moment.

With her.

Chest swelling with emotion, Oliver set the tray on the edge of the huge mattress, making sure it wouldn’t fall over if a certain canine decided to get abruptly wild, and walked around the bed towards Felicity’s side.

He stopped mid-step at the sight that greeted him and he snorted out a laugh.

Felicity and Artie were both dead asleep, facing each other.

Artie might still be considered a puppy, but she was growing by leaps and bounds, easily over thirty pounds already, and entirely huge next to his girlfriend where she had the dog wrapped up in her arms. Artie’s head was pillowed on Felicity’s chest, her little tongue sticking out in her sleep. It was so damn cute that Oliver had to bite his own tongue to keep from reacting.

But the best part, really, was where her front legs were shoved up into Felicity’s face.

One paw was in her hair, but the other was pressed up against Felicity’s nose, and one of her nails catching on Felicity’s top lip, yanking it up, exposing her teeth and gums in a cockeyed look that nearly sent him to his knees to keep from laughing. She was breathing through her mouth to make up for Artie’s paw being up her nose, and the snores weren’t coming from Artie like he thought.

They were Felicity’s.

He snaked his phone out of his pocket before they could wake up and snapped a quick picture - okay, fine, more like a couple dozen - before he did a little video. A particularly loud snore ripped through the air during the video, and Oliver couldn’t hide his laughter anymore.

It woke Artie first, who proceeded to stretch and completely shove her paws into Felicity’s face.

Felicity grumbled, her face screwing up as she twisted away. Oliver kept the video going as she woke up, knowing she was probably going to demand he delete it later, as well as knowing he would do no such thing. Artie yawned big and loud, and he shushed her with a sweep of his hand over her head as he settled onto the edge of the bed, the camera still on.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Oliver whispered, leaning over to kiss Felicity’s forehead. She scrunched up under his ministrations, mumbling something incoherent, but she did press closer, her hand flopping around until she found his thigh. “Happy anniversary.”

Something akin to “Happy anniversary” came out of her.

“I have pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” Felicity repeated, eyes finally popping open. She gave him a sleepy smile. “Oh, my hero… Wha… Oh my god, are you filming this? Give me that, give me…” Felicity grabbed for the phone, but she only managed to land in an uncoordinated mess on his lap as he yanked it out of the way. “Oliver!”

“You’re the gift that keeps on giving, of course I’m filming this,” Oliver told her. He laughed as she snorted at his words and proceeded to try and climb up his chest. Her fingers dug into his ribs and then his armpits and he jerked on a bark of laughter at the ticklish sensation. “Felicity!”

“I’m gonna do worse than that,” she warned, waking up even more, grabbing at his arm where he held it above their heads. Artie barked and Felicity added, “Help me, girl!”

The pitbull jumped into the fray and it was only the fact that Oliver slid off the edge of the bed and took Felicity and Artie with him that the bouncing tray of food didn’t fall right along with them.

After a tickling fest that ended in tangled sheets, tears of laughter, and dog drool, they finally sat down to eat where Oliver described in explicit detail how beautiful his girls are when they sleep.

(That ended with Felicity trying to get his phone again, but he got away before she could.)

*

“Sorry, baby girl, but there isn’t any room.”

Artie shouldn’t have been able to pout at her, but that’s exactly what she did.

She stared at Felicity, her ears down, her eyes wide, her butt plopped on the floor right next to the couch. The very large, very plush, very full couch where Felicity sat at one end, her feet on the coffee table, her laptop on the couch arm, and a blanket and Oliver’s head in her lap. The no-room-left was thanks to him being sprawled out on the rest of the cushions, lost in a nap.

Felicity stared at their dog who stared right back, waiting for her to scoot over and make room.

She pursed her lips to keep her face stern. “Artie, go lay down.”

Artie whined.

“Nope. Go lay down.”

The pitbull sighed. The dog turned her big boxy head to look at Oliver, then back at Felicity, then at the top of the couch, the other couch arm…

“Don’t even think about it… Artie…! Artemis!”

The last one came out in a hiss to keep from waking Oliver, but also to get the dog’s attention. It didn’t make a dent. She was as stubborn as Felicity, and it was no mystery that Felicity was a little more lackadaisical when it came to keeping the little bugger in line. Oliver was the one she really listened to, and it was one hundred percent because Felicity let her get away with too much.

Which led to instances like this where Artie walked right over to the middle of the couch and started climbing up on it.

“Artie!”

The dog just wagged her tail as she hopped up, climbing all over Oliver. Felicity’s jaw dropped as she reached over to push her off again, but before she could - and somehow with Oliver not waking at all, which made Felicity wonder if this happened more than she was aware of - Artemis maneuvered her not-small dog body onto Oliver’s back and plopped down on him, propping her head on top of Oliver’s.

And that was that.

Now her lap was filled with two giant heads stacked together.

“Really?” Felicity asked her.

Artie merely sighed, readjusted her paws slightly, keeping one tucked under her bulk and the other slipping out to curl around Oliver’s shoulder.

He still didn’t wake.

At all.

“Really?” Felicity repeated as Artie closed her eyes and sighed again, settling in. “Hey, I’m talking to you, young lady.” She poked Artie’s nose. The dog lifted her head enough to offer her signature smile and then lick Felicity’s face before settling back on Oliver’s head. “This is ridiculous. This is completely ridiculous. Are you his dog? Is that what this is?”

It didn’t bug her, because the answer was obvious. She was each of theirs, in her own little ways, and apparently this was a way that belonged to Oliver.

Her fiance didn’t move at all. He kept sleeping, his arm still wrapped around Felicity’s lower back, his other tucked into his chest, his mouth starting to hang open the deeper he fell into his nap.

Artie followed on his heels.

The only problem this presented was Felicity now couldn’t reach her laptop very easily, at all, which meant no more work was going to get done.

And she didn’t have the heart to make them move.

Closing it down with a sigh, Felicity turned on the television. She found a movie, and time passed. She wasn’t sure how much time before their roommate Diggle walked by, glancing in,. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight they made.

Felicity huffed out a giggle at his raised eyebrow, and grinned when he pulled out his phone.

He snapped several photos, a lot of them with Felicity making faces and pointing at both of them in various ways, all of which he sent to both Felicity and Oliver.

Oliver tried to apologize when he saw them, but it was hard to even pretend to be mad when he was so well-rested.

*

His fingers cramped, but he didn’t stop, not for a second.

Oliver rubbed her back, taking special care to pay attention to her lower back, her sides, and especially her hips, before migrating up her spine, aiming to press even harder as he massaged away her aches.

She had started the session out moaning and sighing and adjusting in time with his hands, but at some point she had fallen asleep. But he hadn’t stopped. He didn’t want to stop. Not when she’d finally found a position that was comfortable enough to sleep in, a pillow between her legs, her arms wrapped around another one, snug in a well of softness she more than deserved.

The only problem that eventually came up was his bladder needing attention.

When it became unbearable, he finally paused. He didn’t move right away, checking on his snoozing wife, but she didn’t seem to notice. Which was just fine by him. If he could get up, go to the bathroom, and get back to her to keep doing this until his hands fell off, then that’s what he was going to do. He wanted to keep her here as long as possible. With her due date right around the corner and her stomach so huge that she could barely find a comfortable spot anymore - much less get up and move around herself - he wanted the next few days to be as easy as he could make them.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised before rolling gingerly off the bed.

He patted Artemis on the head where she laid curled up at the foot of the mattress and disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back and saw her still asleep, he grabbed her empty glass off the nightstand.

With a whispered, “Keep an eye on her,” to Artie, he jogged downstairs to refresh her water and get some for himself. He shook his hands out as he went, cracking his knuckles, but the ache was both worth it and nothing compared to what he’d endured in his life before he’d met her. To what he would endure for her. Always.

A couple glasses in-hand, he jogged back up the stairs, not caring when water sloshed out a bit.

Closing the door to their suite of rooms behind him, he walked into the bedroom.

The softest smile graced his lips when he saw what waited for him.

Artie had done exactly what he had asked of her. She’d migrated across the bed and now laid curled around Felicity’s swollen belly, her head resting next to Felicity’s chest, her eyes closed again in a gentle nap.

His chest ached and the telltale burn of tears nearly had him rolling his eyes at himself.

Stacking the glasses as best he could in one hand, he pulled his phone out with the other and took some pictures. As precarious as it was, it turned out to be for the best because the second he took another step towards them, Artie’s eyes shot open, nailing him in place.

“It’s just me,” he promised.

Artemis let out a sigh, but she didn’t move as Oliver set the glasses down and then got back into his spot behind Felicity. She didn’t budge an inch, totally gone, and neither did Oliver or Artemis where they cocooned her and the baby in, Artie protecting her front, Oliver at her back.

Just like always.

Like forever.

*

Felicity opened the bathroom door.

A wall of steam billowed out from behind her and she took a deep breath.

She felt like a new human being. Twenty minutes of completely uninterrupted time - washing her hair, conditioning it, shaving, washing her face, moisturizing, not wearing something covered in spit-up or drool or coffee stains…

New. Human. Being.

She was still tired. No, that wasn’t entirely accurate. Exhaustion dogged her every move, lived in her bones, turned every single atom into quicksand until it was all she could do to stay standing under the heat pouring over her in the shower. She might’ve even stolen a couple of minutes taking a faux-nap against the bathroom wall, but only a couple… here and there… but it only added to the shiny new human being veneer she wore.

“Oh god, I feel so much better,” she said, pushed wet hair off her forehead before readjusting the towel wrapped around her chest. “Who knew a couple months ago that a handful of minutes would make me feel…”

Her words trailed off when she saw the pile on the bed.

Felicity’s hand landed on her lips, and she wasn’t sure if it was to stop a sound of heartfelt awe, or to keep herself from laughing out loud. He was alone with the girls for all of a couple minutes, and he was already knocked out.

Although he somehow managed to get them both to sleep with him.

Lucky jerk, she lamented silently.

Oliver laid in the middle of the mattress, one arm full of a snoring dog sprawled out on her side, her paw tossed over his chest, her face pressed into his neck, and in his other arm was the bright bundle of their daughter swaddled in purple, tucked perfectly into the crook of his arm. Oliver himself looked like he’d tried to keep his eyes open, but at some point he’d drifted off, too, his mouth hanging open. The kicker? Artie’s paw seemed to be holding Mia’s little hand, forming a perfect little trio.

Tears filled her eyes and overflowed.

She made a face at herself - stupid hormones - and wiped them away as she darted over to the nightstand where her phone sat. She got so many pictures she knew it was borderline stupid, but she didn’t care.

They didn’t budge.

Felicity quickly changed into the first thing she found in the closet - turned out later it was a pair of Oliver’s swim trunks and one of her torn tank tops that she kept telling herself she would use for cleaning rags someday. She barely noticed as she knotted the shorts - trunks - as tight as she could get them because they kept slipping down her hips and headed towards her family.

She crawled into the bed on Mia’s side.

Artie shifted, and then Oliver did, and then Mia.

“Shh,” Felicity quickly whispered. She settled down next to them, pressing Mia in nice and snug and reaching over to Artie, wrapping them up. “Shh, let’s sleep, let’s sleep…”

Barely a second later, she was knocked out alongside them.

*

Oliver woke with a crick in his neck.

Face scrunching, he pried an eye open. He tried to understand why he’d started out so nice and comfortable when he went to sleep only to now be shoved halfway up against the headboard, arms screwed up awkwardly underneath him, his butt hanging off the bed - so close to the edge that with one wrong breath he’d be on the ground - and something stringy in his mouth.

The answer was right in front of him.

Rather, all three answers, laid out diagonally across the mattress for some god awful reason.

His daughter laid sprawled out on her back next to him, her head turned away from him, leaving a ragged mess of long blonde tangles in his face. Next to her was Felicity, in the exact same position, her long blonde hair shoved up against Mia’s face, and then there was Artie, also on her back, her head faced away, one of her paws stuck straight up in the air.

Oliver groaned.

Clearly a little human had snuck into their room, and like usual, she left the door open, which meant that Artie had followed her, hopping up onto the bed with them.

He wanted to be annoyed. His body was definitely annoyed. He grimaced as he adjusted in the tiny corner he had left, wondering why he still managed to be confused as to how he migrated up here in the first place. All three of them were cuddlers, and when they swarmed him, he got overheated and kept scooting away until all that was left was falling off the bed. Which he never did. He always ultimately surrendered, asleep or not. The problem was when he was sleeping, he didn’t have any control over the position he ended up in.

Still, as he slowly sat up, careful not to move the mattress, he couldn’t help but smile.

All three of them were in nearly identical positions across the bed.

He shook his head as he managed to find a spot without waking them. Leaning back against the headboard, he scrubbed his face before pushing his hand up into his hair. He sighed, letting himself sink into a half-awake state as he stared at them.

Oliver’s smile widened.

It didn’t matter what state he woke up in. It did annoy him, more than usual considering his neck was a mess now, and his back felt torqued, and numbness danced down the edges of some of his fingers.

But if this was what waited for him?

Absolutely worth it.

They slept on as Oliver grabbed his phone and took a couple pictures. They were perfect, every single one of them, and with each one he took, his annoyance drifted into something more akin to joyful acceptance.

This was life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

*

“Oliver. Oliver. C’mere.”

“Hmm?”

Oliver ambled over.

Felicity’s mouth went dry as she took him in, as she had every other time he so much as breathed recently. Tools were hooked to his belt, which was held up by suspenders, something that was… distracting. What had started out as a way to keep his hands busy several years ago had turned into a full-blown hobby. It had evolved from fixing a few things around the Manor to remodeling entire rooms. The fact that he wore rugged jeans that had definitely seen better days and a tight white t-shirt that was often damp with sweat only added to the illusion. Heavy steel-toed boots capped the image off, along with newly-shortened hair and slightly shaggy stubble.

She liked to think she was above her body’s baser impulses, but that was a dirty lie.

And he knew it.

But not the full extent, she thought, her hormones zinging a little more wildly.

He smirked at her as he sidled up next to her. “Yes, honey?”

“I have… many things to say about… all this,” Felicity said, waving her hands at him. He wiggled his eyebrows as his hands found her hips. She bit her bottom lip - oh yeah, she had many things to say… “But first,” she said, grabbing one of his hands and tugging him behind her. “You have to see this.”

“What?”

“Shh, shh, shh,” Felicity whispered as she pulled him up to the new playroom he had finished crafting a couple months ago. She inched the door open and pointed inside. “Look.”

Along with everything a four year old could possibly want, Oliver had built a bed in there for Artie, because her new favorite human had long ago transitioned from switching between her and Oliver to Mia. The ridiculously fluffy monstrosity of a dog bed was flannel and softer than their bed, Felicity swore up and down. And obviously their daughter agreed, because she was curled up on it along with their dog, both of them sound asleep. Mia slept on her stomach, her head partially pillowed on Artie’s paws, and Artemis herself had her head resting delicately on Mia’s back.

“Oh my god,” Oliver whispered, and the quiet, loving grin on his face nearly undid her.

“I know.”

Oliver pulled out his phone and took a quick picture. The grin on his face didn’t go away as he made it his new home screen and showed it to her with pride shining in his eyes.

Felicity found herself just as entranced with him as she was with her girls. His wonder at the life they had built together never ceased to amaze her. She got it. Completely. It still sometimes felt impossible that they had ended up here, after everything. But their world was solid, and the threads that kept them together were as much from their love for each other as from Artemis being there with them through all of it.

And it was about to get better.

“They’re perfect,” he whispered, staring at his phone before looking back at the real thing.

“Yes,” Felicity agreed, her eyes never leaving him. “Perfect. C’mere…”

He let her drag him away, even as he kept his eye on their sleeping dog and child as long as he could. When they were clear enough that they could speak normally, Oliver’s hands anchored on her hips. “What is it?”

“I have some news.”

“Oh?”

“You know the room you’re working on? I know we planned on it being a new guestroom to make room for the new rec room you wanted to add, but I think we need something else right now.”

Oliver furrowed his brow in question.

“A new nursery.”

It took a second to click, but then it did. Pure glee transformed his face. “You…? Are you…?”

“I’m pregnant,” Felicity said, her smile matching his. “I’ve been feeling funky for a second, and I missed my period, but that isn’t new since getting the Smoak Tech corp up and running has been the definition of stressful. Still, the funkiness, so I got a test, and… Artie’s gonna have a new sleeping bundle to watch over here pretty soon.”

“Oh my god,” Oliver gushed, wrapping her up and spinning her in a quick circle. “Oh my god!”

Felicity laughed.

Yeah, life was pretty darn perfect.

*

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104 Cornelia Street

Summary: Bucky has fallen hard for his childhood best friend and makes the decision of a lifetime.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Modern!AU)

Word Count: approx. 2,550

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of a character’s menstrual cycle, mentions of bullying and very minor violence, mentions of character death, swearing.

A/N: This was written for @welldonebeca​‘s song challenge! My song was Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift. It’s a bit late, but I’m pretty satisfied with how it turned out. All mistakes are my own.

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“Give it back!”

Bucky’s boyish giggles echoed as he ran down the hall. You chased him, bare feet tapping rapidly on the hardwood floor. Your doll was gripped tightly in his hand above his head

“James!” 

He came to an abrupt stop in the living room. His mother stood in the archway to the kitchen, a curl in her brow and a wooden spoon gripped in her hand. 

“Give it back,” she spoke, her voice soft yet stern, “and apologize.”

Bucky’s mother is a kind woman. She doesn’t often raise her voice, and she loves her family more than anything. But that wooden spoon - it gave her powers that instilled fear into even his father. 

He fiddled with the doll in his hands as he watched his mother with apprehension. She raised her eyebrows at him. His gaze sheepishly moved to you and the angry pout on your face.

With a quiet sigh, he held out your doll, his eyes on the floor. “I’m sorry.”

You snatched it from his hands, pulling it tightly to your chest.

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He was ready to pull his hair out.

He’s been on hold for the past thirty minutes, listening to annoying elevator music. He nearly jumped from his seat when a voice was suddenly on the other line.

“Uh, yeah,” he cleared his throat, adjusting his position at the dining table. “No, I just need one.”

A roll of his eyes. “Yes, 8 p.m., if it’s available.”

The manager on the other line was obviously annoyed, but Bucky’s patience was wearing thin, as well. “That’d be great,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Thank you.”

Once the line was dead, he dropped his phone to the table and rested his head in his hands.

Not only was he a nervous wreck, but he never knew this would be so damn hard.

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It was that time of year again. Leaves were changing, the air grew colder, and yet, you insisted on having the windows open.

And that’s where he found you - curled up on your window sill with your favorite book (the one he bought you), a hot mug of tea, and the sweater that you stole from him in high school.

A gentle breeze blew at your hair, pulling the strands away from your face as your eyes scanned the page. His sweater was balled up in your fist as you chewed your nails in concentration.

“Do I have something on my face?”

He hadn’t even realized he was staring.

You were smirking at him over the edge of your book, eyebrows raised and that sparkle in your eye that he could only hope was reserved for him.

“Yeah, your face.” 

His laughs echoed as he ducked to avoid your flying throw pillow. Just as soon as you were off of your perch, he was racing his way through your shared apartment.

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There were so many choices. All of them were beautiful, glistening in the lights above them. Bucky occasionally glanced at the jeweler, biting at his lip and running a nervous hand through the scruff on his chin. 

He’s been doing this for the better part of an hour, pacing around the display cases and asking himself the same questions; would you like it? Would you even want it? Would you want him?

His mind stopped rambling when he saw it. A simple silver band with one single, delicate crystal clear diamond in the center. It may be simple, but it was way out of his price range. 

He decided it didn’t matter. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet and dug for his credit card, tossing it on the counter, his eyes never leaving this perfect little ring. 

“This one.”

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“You did what?” Mascara streaked down your cheeks from your tears, your eyes puffy and red. Your dress was ruffled, your heels hanging from the tips of your fingers as you stared at him in disbelief.

He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t handle the tone of your voice and how you watched him with confusion and anger swirling in your eyes - those eyes he loves so much that are now looking down on him. 

“He was gonna hurt you,” he mumbled, holding back his own tears as his eyes and throat burned. He couldn’t look at you - he didn’t want to see your disappointment and broken heart. “I couldn’t let him.”

“I loved him.”

The words cut him like a serrated knife, straight through his heart and out the other side. You loved him - not Bucky. “I know,” he spoke again, raising his bowed head to look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

A sudden rage took over you, your jaw tightening as you stared at him. He was genuinely apologizing - he knew he fucked up, but you didn’t care. The one time you get a date and Bucky’s selfishness takes over. 

“No,” you hissed, not caring when he flinched. “You don’t get to pull this shit. You may be my best friend but you don’t have any right to meddle in my personal life.”

Bucky’s heart hammered in his chest when you marched past him, down the hall, and into your room. He followed quickly behind and arrived soon enough to watch you shove clothes and the essentials into your old backpack. 

You’re leaving him. Eighteen years of friendship and he fucked it all up. You’re right, he should have never done anything but he can’t let someone take you away. Yes, it’s selfish, but his heart won’t let him watch you walk away with someone else’s hand in yours.

He was snapped back to reality when you shoved him out of the way, the heels of your sneakers muffling your heavy footfalls as you marched towards the front door.

“Y/N, wait-”

You didn’t pause. Didn’t even spare him a look over your shoulder. Before he could reach you, you had opened the door and slammed it in his face. 

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His foot hasn’t stopped tapping and he’s sure he’s never sweat this much in his life. Second thoughts have been flying through his head all week. Not that he didn’t love you or didn’t want to do this. He’s been waiting his whole life for this chance and he wasn’t going to miss it.

But what if you said no? What if you walked away again? What if you didn’t like it, or if you didn’t want this? Want him? He could feel the bile sting his throat; he’d hate himself if he pushed you away again.

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The city was busy, even this late in the evening, which was something that was making Bucky panic. 

Your cab had taken off faster than he could get out the door and now you were somewhere in the city, completely lost to him. Every car looked the same, and they were moving too fast for him to catch the faces through the windows.

Running his hands through his hair, he gripped it tightly as tears threatened to fall again. He wanted to lay down in the middle of the sidewalk - in the middle of the city - and cry. Let his tears dry up, maybe drag himself back home. 

His frantic eyes and the shuffle of his feel halted as he caught the glowing sign of the subway. He took off in a sprint without thinking, tripping down the stairs and through the late-night passengers. 

Bucky’s eyes searched the crowd. He even stood on a bench to get a better view. 

He caught sight of a color - that worn red backpack that stuck out in the sea of black and grey.  Then the denim jacket, and the hair. You were headed toward the ticket booth.

“Y/N!”

A shout of your name and your brows drew together. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw him pushing through the crowd with that ugly tan jacket you’ve been trying to get him to throw out. 

Turning back around with an annoyed huff, you pull your bag higher on your shoulder and get in line for your ticket. A hand circles your elbow a moment later, and you know it’s no stranger.

You’d know the touch anywhere. The one that holds you when you have nightmares, that feels your forehead for a fever when you’re sick. It’s the touch that danced with you at your senior prom, that holds your hair back when you’ve drank too much.

You don’t dare look at him. Your throat is already burning but you’re not sure if you can cry anymore.

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded, gently turning you towards him. Your eyes stayed on his shoes. “Please look at me.”

Your chest shook with labored breath, your gaze scanning up his chest, soon connecting with those steel-blue eyes that you fell in love with in first grade.

“I fucked up, I know.” His voice was hoarse. “You deserve to be happy. But I can’t-”

He took a deep breath, hanging his head as he felt his tears finally fall. When he looked back up at you, his lip was trembling. 

“I can’t let you walk away,” he whispered, a single tear running down his cheek. “Please.”

“Bucky-”

“I love you.” 

His grip on you was loose; you could run away if you wanted to. His frantic, desperate eyes searched your face. He was scared, horrified that he was never going to see you again. He was terrified that he had ruined years of laughter and bad mixed drinks, all with a stupid, selfish mistake.

You didn’t run. Your dam broke, a choked sob falling from your throat as you wrapped your arms around his torso, gripping that ugly tan jacket that you hate. His cologne is a comfort, along with the heavy weight of his arms around your waist and shoulders. 

Bucky buries his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of your cheap shampoo as your tears soak his shirt. He doesn’t care, though. He holds you tight, places a kiss on the crown of your head, and moves in a gentle sway as you bury your face in his chest, right in the middle of a subway station.

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“Is this really necessary?”

“You don’t wanna ruin the surprise, do you?”

“James Barnes, I swear, if this is gonna be like the cake incident then you can take me home.”

“Good thing we don’t have to go far, then.”

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The sun beat down on his back, its unforgiving rays sure to leave his skin red. The earth was hard under him as he sat in silence, the only noise being the wind through the trees. A felt box was held delicately between his fingers.

“I love her.” He let a smile take over his face and a light chuckle leave his chest. “But you already knew that.”

His eyes danced along the lettering of two names engraved on the stone in front of him. 

“I’m going to ask her to marry me tomorrow.” 

Bucky averted his gaze back to the box in his hands. 

“I guess I’m just here to ask permission.” He offered no one a solemn smile. “I won’t hurt her. I’ll treat her right, I’ll do everything I can to make her happy. She won’t go hungry and she won’t ever be cold.”

He sniffled, giving a nod as he ran his fingers along the edge of the felt box. 

“I’ll love her like you did.”

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Light flooded your vision as he removed the blindfold. The streetlight above you hummed as lit the sidewalk in a soft, yellow glow. It took a moment for your vision to clear, but when it did, you’re sure your heart skipped.

The first thing your eyes caught was the building. The chipped paint on the bricks, that one uneven step that used to be covered in colored chalk, and that window that would never shut right. The number on the door.

With a quick turn to the lamppost, the street name was still there in its perfect cursive, though weathered. 

104, Cornelia Street.

Your childhood home. Bucky’s childhood home. The small apartment that you’ve lived in since the age of three until college graduation. It’s the only place you ever remember calling home. He brought you home.

The creak in the wood floor of the hallway, the light switch in the bathroom that doesn’t work. The way the smoke alarm would go off anytime you would cook anything, so you’d have to smack it with a towel until it shut up.

You looked at Bucky with a drawn brow. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, a shy smile on his face.

“I remember when you moved in,” he started, gesturing towards your old home. “I was jealous that my Ma was giving you attention. I also remember stealing your doll when we were 8, and having a milkshake drinking contest when we were 12.”

He took a step closer.

“I remember when you got your period. You were too scared to tell Ma, so you told me instead.”

The memory made you chuckle. “She freaked out.”

He grinned and nodded as he shuffled on his feet. “I remember when Adam Smith stole your ice cream in 5th grade.”

“You punched him.”

“And got suspended,” he laughed.

“I remember prom,” he said quietly, after a moment of silence. “That’s when I fell in love with you. You were beautiful - your hair pulled up, that glittery eyeshadow, that dress.” A pause as he shook his head. “God, you were an angel.”

He was a breath away now, so close you could smell his cologne. 

“I remember the first time I broke your heart. I was young and stupid, and it damn near killed to see you walk away, knowing it was my fault. I thought I was gonna lose you forever.”

You could see it in his eyes, on his face, and even in the way he was standing so close you could hear his heartbeat - he meant his words. His smile was contagious, but that little quirk at the corner of his lips told you he knew something you didn’t. 

He hesitated, teeth biting at the inside of his lip. He could feel the sweat dripping down the back of his neck and his heart beat so hard it could probably break his ribs. “Bucky?”

He nodded, shaking his head at himself; he felt stupid, standing there mumbling and rambling on because he’s nervous.

“I love you, with everything I have, and everything I don’t.” His fingers rubbed along the edge of that felt box in his pocket. “I asked for their permission yesterday. Felt like it was the right thing to do. I hope they said yes, ‘cause I don’t know if I can wait anymore.”

“Bucky-”

He’s 100% sure he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. With a shaky sigh through his nose, he lowers himself down on his knee, his sweaty fingers pulling that felt box from his pocket. 

“Oh God, Buck.” You didn’t know whether to cry, laugh, or throw up - maybe all three. You never thought you’d see Bucky Barnes down on one knee with a ring in his hand.

“Will you marry me?”

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Please please please weepy whiney crying bri begging to cum but you're just having so much fun blowing him that you keep edging him to keep it going

finally some good fucking FOOD

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As the morning light reflects upon the semi-closed blinds in your and Brian’s bedroom, your eyes flicker open, glad to finally be awoken to something other than violent thunderstorms or freezing rain pattering at the window pane. Brian is asleep next to you, his mouth parted and his eyebrows knitted together as his head rolls against the pillow. He moves on his side so he’s facing you, his cheeks and nose becoming veiled in a deep blush as a whine escapes his pretty mouth, fanning over your neck. You run your hand over his shoulder, thumbing the thin fabric of his fading t-shirt before pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead and pushing some unruly curls away from his honey eyes. He whimpers almost incoherently and pushes the covers off of his wiry torso, letting out a contented sigh as he cools himself off. His eyes are quivering beneath his glossy eyelids and you can tell he’s dreaming. You worry he’s having a nightmare until you see the tent in his boxers, his hips thrusting upwards as he lets out a tiny moan. 

You kiss his lips, tasting a faint amount of liquor on them from the night before, before tracing your mouth down his jaw and over his collarbones, flicking your tongue over where his clavicle dips and curves into his milky skin. 

“Brian, baby.” You kiss his cheek and stroke his temple. “Wake up, bub.” 

He groans a bit and stretches, his eyes fluttering open as cheeks lift up in a lazy smile. “’Morning angel.” His voice is groggy and raw as he rubs his eyes, yawning into a close fist. 

“Have a good dream?” You trail your hand down his torso and thumb the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up enough to expose his toned stomach; it sits just at his protruding ribs. You kiss between his ribs and leave open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of his torso, straddling his body. 

Brian blushes and nods, his fingers finding a home upon your hips. You’re wearing a shirt of his and it has ridden up over your hips, so your clothed core is resting directly on top of Brian’s cock, rock hard beneath his boxers.

You pull his fingers from the soft skin of your hips and pin his arm above his head, bending down to press a kiss to the side of his mouth. “Want me to take care of you? Your cock is leaking.” You nibble at the skin by his jaw and he whimpers, nodding quickly. 

“So quiet this morning,” You grind against him and he cries out, his hips bucking upwards. “Gonna be a good boy and use your words?” 

He swallows and nods yet again, before choking out a whiny “Yes, please.”

You pull his shirt all the way off of him and toss it at the foot of the bed, sucking marks into his collarbones and licking along his bony sternum. You trail your tongue over his nipples and kiss his chest lovingly, before peppering smaller kisses over his ribs. You look up at him while you lick down his stomach, reaching the patch of hair leading you to his cock. 

“I want more–please give me more..” Brian watches you desperately, his cock throbbing in his boxers as your hand ghosts over the shaft, pressing just hard enough to emit a little cry from Brian’s throat. 

“Oh baby, so desperate.” You coo, reaching up to stroke his hair, your breath still fanning over his cock. “Keep your hands above your head, okay? Be good.” 

His forearms tense, the muscles rippling as he locks his hands together, willing to do anything if you ask him to. You latch your teeth to the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, watching how he squirms and writhes on the bed, his chest beginning to perspire like his forehead. His cock slaps against his stomach as his boxers pool around his ankles, which are hanging limp off the bed. The slit is weeping; a steady flow of salty pre-cum dribbles over his navel and you can see the veins in his shaft pulsing as you kiss around where his heavy cock is sitting. 

“Look at that pretty cock of yours.” You praise, the tip of your finger tracing along the underside, against a thick vein running up the shaft. “Pretty just like the rest of you, my handsome boy.” 

He whines and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyes stinging with hot tears as you blow air over his cock, fanning it from his tip to his balls. “I’m so hard please–it hurts.” He begs, rocking his hips up so your lips barely graze along his shaft. 

“Good boys are patient.” You warn, grabbing his chin and tilting his head so it faces you. You suck a kiss onto the tip of his cock before using the very tip of your tongue to lick a thin stripe down his long shaft. 

“Fu–fuck! Please--let me cum--I deserve it, please.” 

You scoff and press a wet, open-mouthed kiss over his shaft. “You deserve it? Don’t be cocky, baby.” 

He shakes his head, his curls matted against his sweaty forehead and neck. “’M sorry.” 

You don’t say another word, you just look up at him, letting some spit dribble onto his cock as your other hand strokes him, massaging your saliva into the sensitive skin of his dick. “You’re throbbing, baby. What got you so hard? What were you dreaming about, you naughty boy?” 

His face grows hotter as he thinks about it; he’s obviously embarrassed. “Was about--you.” He chokes out as you suck his tip into your mouth, making his eyes flutter shut, his eyelids suddenly feeling impossibly heavy.

“Yeah?” You urge, lifting his cock from his stomach before swirling your tongue around his tip, gathering his pre-cum and showing him how it coats your tongue. 

“Fuuuck--I’m so sensitive. I’m not gonna--last. I’m so hard.” He pleads with you, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from yelling out. 

“Tell me what I was doing to you.” You jerk him off quickly, rubbing his tip over your lips and letting your spit spill down the sides of him.

“This--you were sucking me off.” He arches his back off the bed and groans as you take him fully into your mouth, gagging around him, fluttering your eyelashes as you look into his glassy eyes. He’s crying now; his hands are now by his sides, fisting the sheets so tightly his knuckles are white. His head rolls to the side as his stomach tenses up, your tongue tracing over his shaft as you hollow your cheeks around him.

“I’m gonna cum--I can’t hold--hold it back.” He shakes his head and rests on his elbows, which are trembling from his arousal, his pure desperation.

“No, you’re not gonna cum yet, pretty boy.” You say, popping your mouth off of him.

He whimpers and tenses his jaw, clenching his fists so his nails dig into the soft skin of his palms. “Please! Please let me--I--I’m too hard. I can’t.” He sighs heavily and you reach up to wipe some tears from his eyes with your thumb. 

“Oh, baby. Don’t cry.” You jerk him off slowly, teasing him with small squeezes and scratches of your nails up and down his shaft, tracing along his veins. You look up at him as innocently as possible with his cock between your lips, sucking his head as your thumbs massage what can’t fit into your mouth. 

“Feels--so good...Please can I cum?” He gives you his best puppy-dog eyes, his eyebrows scrunched together as his hips thrust into your mouth involuntarily. 

“Wait, baby. Just wait, okay?” You coo before deepthroating him again, your spit spilling down the side of his shaft, mixing with his pre-cum, which is thickening with every stroke of his cock down your throat. 

“I can’t!” He yells, his hands gathering your hair in an attempt to take control of the situation. 

You slap his hands away and pull off of him, wiping some tears from your own eyes from how far he was sheathed in your throat. “Baby.” You stroke his cheek and look at him sorrowfully. “I was so close to letting you cum.” You run your fingers through his hair and he whines, trying to rock his cock against your soaked pussy. “I’ll finish you off if you promise to be good for me. If you don’t, you’re not cumming all day.” 

He huffs, annoyed, before nodding. 

You wrap your hand around his throat and push on his windpipe, just slightly. “Understood?”

“Yes--yes I promise...I’ll be so good--please let me cum..” He lays on his hands and rolls his head back as you suck him into your mouth, humming and choking around his cock, your tongue stroking it slowly. You fondle his balls and jerk the rest of him that can’t possibly fit into your mouth, and you chuckle, seeing Brian’s eyes roll back as his mouth falls open. He lets out drawn out, silky moans while you suck hard on the tip of his cock, never breaking eye contact with your desperate, fucked out boyfriend. 

You hollow your cheeks and squeeze his shaft, pulling your mouth off of him and sliding his cock over your lips. “Cum for me, come on baby. Be a good boy and cum.” 

You jerk him off quickly and Brian fucks your fist, his hips bucking upwards as strangled cries escape his raw throat. “Fuck!--Fuck, can I please cum on your face? I want it so bad--please.” He begs and you push his hips down, stroking him faster until his cum spurts over your lips and dribbles down your cheeks. Some is in your hair and has landed on your forehead. It’s hot and pearly white and there’s a lot of it.

You coax Brian through his orgasm, praising him like you know drives him crazy. “Baby, you look so pretty when you cum--so desperate for it.” You continue twisting your hand around him. “My perfect, perfect boy. Look at you, all spread out for me--letting go. Such a good boy.” 

He falls back against the bed, his chest heaving as his cock begins to soften. He’s in a haze from the intensity of his orgasm, his head buried into the pillow. You wipe some cum from his stomach and clean yourself off before getting back into bed with him. He pulls you into his chest and kisses your shoulder softly. 

“I love when you call me your good boy.” He says, nibbling your earlobe.

“Yeah, I can tell.” You ruffle his hair and lean back into him, falling asleep in his arms. 

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HOly fuck this is literally my biggest k*nk im so sorry ladies and gents..... 

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Without Question (9)

Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Content: impulsive SMUT

Warnings: Pure SMUT. Young babies who are not 18+ yet please refrain from reading this.

Word Count: It just came out of nowhere, really. I am surprised as much as the next person but here we are. Maybe it was some latent thirst that suddenly resurfaced, ya know. As long as my WIPs be completin’ I’m good.

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love

"House. Now." You don't let him say another word as you drag Steve towards your house by the corner of his Henley. The kiss was wonderful, no doubt about it. But the last three days were a turmoil inside you, literally and figuratively, and Steve was one of the reasons for it. You need more. You want more. Turns out, so does Steve. The longing ache inside him seems to swirl in his belly as he has tasted you now. In the silent war going inside him, you seem to be the neutral ground he has found after so long. He needs you. Letting go of his shirt, you grab his hand and break into a run towards the familiar structure that is your home as the clouds rolling above the two of you start turning grey, the chilled wind ringing the alarms of the incoming thunderstorm. Steve entangles his fingers in yours, your burning skin sends electricity coursing throughout his existence, questioning his luck to have found you in this chaos. The first hard huge drops fall over your burning skin just as you reach the steps of the porch. Without so much as a warning, you bring Steve forward, pushing him with your everything into the door before planting your fervent lips over his, done waiting.

Steve does not mind the visible thirst at all. To your surprise, he welcomes it by digging his fingers into your hips, drawing your body closer to him, the fabric between your fired up skin being the only boundaries for now as he runs his tongue down your throat, chasing every corner, marking it as his. He is as ravenous as you by this point, done with the pain and angst building inside him. To hell with the world. Right now, you are the only thing he wants to revolve around. And the feeling is mutual. Your hands are already in his hair, his beard moving against your skin, lighting it up with sparks you feel throughout your being. You bite his lips, tasting the rain over the supple pink as you draw your hips over his thigh, moaning deliciously into his mouth while your hands chase the goosebumps under his shirt over his hard muscles, feeling him shiver under your touch. Oh, the man crumbles, a voice inside you calls out but you do not pay heed. There is no need to. Today it's not the sketches inside your head but the strokes in the reality that you are bound on chasing. As your lips part for a painful instant, you notice his blue is dark, darker than the night he appeared like he wanted to devour you. His hands move down to your robe, landing on your heated skin, moving to your ass, grabbing it before lifting you up, letting you wrap your legs around his hips. His mouth is all over you. His tongue runs up your neck, making you grab his tightened muscles in his arms as he clicks open the door and takes you both inside. Manoeuvring clumsily around the living room, he makes his way to your room, closing the door behind you before gently slamming you into it, driving his aching erection against your needy cunt. A broken gasp erupts through your lungs as you respond by your hips over the bulge in his pants. "Come," you state breathlessly, "let me take care of this," undoing your hold around his hips to stand on your feet. Steve stops breathing, his eyes grabbing onto yours, as your hands move down to undo his belt, the brush against his exposed skin making him tremble and his breath erratic, driving you further into an ecstatic swirl. Within seconds his pants and boxers are on the floor and you are slowly pushing him back onto your bed. Removing his shirt, you force him down into the white sheets, planting wet needy kisses over his chest, leaving a trail as you move down. A crumbled gasp escapes Steve as he feels his length in your hands, the gentle fingers spreading the precum, giving it a pump or two before your tongue is breaking his shell apart bit by bit, letting him moan with the kind of pleasure he does not remember savouring in this lifetime. His head is going further down into the pillow while his hand finds your hair as you run his length up and down your throat with an occasional tease around his frenulum, causing him to grunt and shudder, avoiding the overt urge to drive his hips up. Another run of your tongue and his hand is grabbing onto your hair for dear life, making you moan all around him, sending his already swelling cock into a flurry. "Hh-w-ai-o-hh-h-" Nothing makes sense in his scrambled mind as his brows crinkle up and his mouth opens in a muted felicity, when you curl your lips just a little to barely run your teeth over his length, moaning through your throat again, letting the vibrations work through him, all the while your own core throbs for some attention. "S-s-top 'm about tuh-" The words don't find their end. You feel powerful as you watch the man who has been the cause of your sweet nightmares, your sweats, your shudders, your aching chore- now wet and wanting more- lying under you trying to catch his breath after the pure bliss that you are the cause of. Planting kisses on his jaw, you let your tongue run a wet trail by his neck as your teeth tease his sweaty skin before nibbling around the sweet spots over his shoulder. Your arms prevent you from falling over him by grounding you when you feel him drive his hips up in between your legs, his hands are working on getting off your robe to let them finally feel your bare skin on his. You plan to give him more than that. Moving your hips, you let your wet folds get a taste of his heated length, already feeling the waves teasing your thirsty shores. And without more delay, you let your needy pussy finally feel the hard cock as it goes inside you. Your breath breaks. So does Steve's. Your back arches, the electrifying rush creeping over you. Your hands ground you as they rest over his chest while his grab your thighs before running up to your ass, digging his fingers in, not wanting to let go. Your aching walls crave for friction, forcing you to move, your every sensual movement a slow dance in those blue eyes that do not falter from your perfect form over them. Sparks fly at the back of your eyes as Steve's length runs doggedly over your sweet spots, letting your walls quiver in delectation. The pale fingers dig into your skin every time you come down, creating an eruption of goosebumps all over your surface. Steve drives his hips higher into you, your cracked moan filling up the air that has gone colder with the hail bursting down outside your doors and windows. His hands wander up as your muscles flex with every move, feeling the peaks and valleys- as you ride him in slow rhythm- giving the much-needed attention to your breasts, massaging them, teasing the nipples, calling them to stand up while he drove harder into you. Your pace increases, so does his, the thrusts getting harder, sending you higher, your fingers burning into his skin for an anchor. Wild grunts leave your lungs as your walls tighten along his length, the hot ache wanting to burst. "Steve," you call out his name in between the moans that now know no restraints. He leaves the messed sheets to sit up and pulls your thighs further towards him in a quick pull that lands your back into your mattress. Your legs are wrapped around his hips now. Your lower back has left the sheets to come closer over his thighs as he takes charge. Thrusts get harder and faster. His hardness is the perfect blend of pleasure surmounting the needy aches of your starving walls, hitting every corner that can light up inside you and make you audibly squirm under him, call out his name like a sacred chant that has the potential to give you the perfect bliss. Steve knows he can. And so he does. The wilder his hips move, the louder you cry out in ecstasy, positive emotions flowing from every single sensation you feel. "Yes," your heavy breath tries to make a sound when your back arches higher to heighten the fireworks going on inside you. The walls tighten on his swelling length, forcing you to ride further into each other; the thrusts getting sloppier, the grunts getting feral; the nails leaving marks of the impact in the moment. Steve's hand moves between your thighs to find your clit, fingers rubbing the swollen bundle the right way as you feel yourself tighten further around him, forcing out positive grunts from his throat while your body tries not to give out till after the climax, your mouth agape, your breath caught in a soft pause, your toes curling up as the edge draws closer. "Y/N." That's it. Your name out of Steve's breathless state breaks the dams. The orgasmic groan echoes through the voltaic air while your limbs shiver violently through the sloppy ride as Steve finds his own orgasmic outburst right after you. Slow, hard and shuddering thrusts in between your legs and delicious bites on your wounded shoulder end the man. His head finds a place in the nook of your neck to bring his normal breaths back, his beard scratching your skin, sending microscopic sparks all the way down still. Your hands find his hair, caressing it as your lips kiss his temple. The sweat over the cooling surfaces rolls down with gravity, not bothering in the least the eyes that find each other again. With the softest touch over the others face, feeling the effects they had on the other before a soft kiss seals their unspoken declarations for good. Carefully pulling away from you, Steve takes care of you- better than anyone you have been with. Pulling out the duvet tucked at the foot of the bed, he pulls it over a tired you and himself before pulling you in his embrace. Your arms wrap around his torso- already declaring his wonderful existence your new haven- as he kisses your forehead. burying yourself in his chest that smells purely of him but with ten times the intensity, you feel his arms engulf you perfectly in his flushed cocoon. "Steve..." Your voice is barely a whisper. "Yes, doll?" His thumb softly strokes your back, keeping any unwanted meandering thoughts at bay. He dips his head to look at you when you don't say anything for some time. "I don't want to lose you," your whisper finally breaks. His embrace gets tighter around you. You don't want it any other way. "You won't," he states softly with a lingering kiss over your lips, "I promise you." You nod at his assurance and pass a smile before resting your head back on his chest. The storm crackles outside the bubble of warmth that is your home with the man you have seemingly given your heart to. You lie awake to breathe in every bit of his presence before sleep crawls under the covers beside you and lulls you to another place, safe in his arms for now. Safe till you fulfil the promise you have made to yourself.

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