#MY LAPTOP FROZE TWICE

[naomiarai]

Conscious – cbg.

Synopsis : Your best friend's idea for trying to help you stay awake for your finals might be a bit twisted right?

Pairing : beomgyu × afab!reader [non idol au]

Wc : 1.6k

Warnings : dom! gyu, sub!reader, praise, pet names (princess, angel, pretty girl), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie.

Disclaimer : the lovely anon who sent an drabble on this. it got deleted, but I decided to write a fic on it. [I wrote this in one sitting while I was drunk so..]

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Finals week was up tight for you. You swore you'd fail if you don't stay up all night studying. Hell that's not seeming to work

Luckily, you had someone to pent up with your version of opposite-insomnia. Beomgyu is annoying, but you still want him around. He's probably the only one keeping you sane when you keep falling asleep instead of racing your eyes on words.

You've managed the ones you couldn't avoid and here you are with the last one. Beomgyu seems careless today. He's sprawled up over your living room couch, his legs crossing over yours. Laptop situated on your lap, your eyes kept closing, only something that touched you lightly jolted you awake.

You scream out in frustration, muttering numerous curse words to yourself. Beomgyu jolts up, wide-eyed. A frown forming on his face.

“Your opera made me lose my game!” he says with an annoying tone. “Gyu, that's the least of my worries right now, I keep fucking falling asleep.” you reply back, clenching your teeth. “Don't disrespect your elders now” he says with a grin on his face. Beomgyu was a year older than you, but that doesn't give him a pass to act so entitled to his age when you act up.

“Nothing's working. I stopped taking melatonin, and all tube lights are turned on” you admit in a low voice. “ I don't get how you fall asleep that easy now. You had insomnia level 100 when you were little” he says in a wondering tone. You groan at him, wishing it were the complete opposite now.

"You know, I heard endorphins can keep you awake” he blurts out randomly. You turn your head towards him, with a small frown on your face. "Endorphins?” you ask. “Yeah, they keep some people awake”. Why did he sound so suspicious? “They're found in chocolate, laughing, listening to music...sex..”

You choked on air as you heard his last word. Sex? Now that's a fact. You haven't had sex in quite some time now...

Beomgyu looks at your bewildered face and scoffs. “What? It's true” he says. He thinks for a split second before he asks “Speaking of sex, when was your last time?” How did he sound so casual? "W-..why are you even asking?, i had two boyfriends in the past soo..” you randomly cut of, going into thought.

“Right, the first guy, who was it? Ah- Jaehoon! An asshole if you ask me” he sounded annoyed saying it even though it didn't look like it. You could tell. But why? “second..was Sunghyun? I didn't like him either” he says as he puts his fingers underneath his chin.

“Why the fuck are you going over my history of boyfriends? ” you ask. Also, he sounded weird talking about Sunghyun as well. He replies after a pause, “Which one actually made you cum?” you froze at his words. Does he actually know what he's saying? “Beomgyu!” you scream, “Why would you even ask?!”

“Oh, so none of them did?” he asks curiously. “Nevermind, ________ just tell me”. You think on his words, the only thing you never told Beomgyu was about your sex life. It's not like he asked anyway. "I-..I've had sex like twice...?” you mumble. He looked puzzled, “Don't tell you've only that two times of sex in only one relationship that lasted like, two and half years..? He got his answer, just because you didn't say anything.

He scoffs out laughing, “Did you cum at least?” he asks with a sigh. You pause for sometime.. was it really that embarrassing? “N-no”. You get back to your senses, getting angrier by the second. “But what does that have to do with me falling asleep?” you retort. “Absolutely nothing!”.

He has that shit-eating grin on his face. God, you just want to wipe it off with a kiss. Wait. What were you thinking? No.

“I'm just saying you know, it works like this, you overwork and start falling asleep too easy then I tell you that sex produces endorphins and they help you stay awake, anddd, he adds, dragging the d sound, you haven't had proper sex”

You roll your eyes at his explanation like it didn't mean anything. It doesn't. ”You're acting like I could go get dick just because I keep falling asleep” you reply back. “It's not like I have a boyfriend now, Gyu” you add on.

“But I'm right here”. He says ever so slowly. You're taken aback, frozen still in your place. “What the fuck are you even saying?” you say, almost whispering. His face and tone remain nonchalant, contradictory to yours. “You say you have no boyfriends, right?, and I'm probably the only guy you talk to”

Should you say yes? It's once and he'll probably never ask again. And he's kind of cute. You'd date him. But you would never tell him this. No, but you did get braver at the moment.

“Is this your excuse at asking if you could fuck me?” you ask calming yourself down with a laugh laced in your voice. He seems to take your presence in for a moment. “Did it work?” he asks with a sly smirk.

“If you want it to” you say quickly before you could do anymore pausing. His grin grows bigger; he slides the laptop off your lap and places it on the transparent coffee table with a soft thud. Connecting his lips with yours, you moan into the kiss at the sudden feeling. His arms wrap around your waist as you sit straight up. “Strawberry?” he asks tasting your chapstick. You simply nod, cupping his cheeks to resume the kiss. “Woah, looks who's actually eager here” he laughs.

He picks you up without breaking the kiss, having your legs on his both his sides. You break the kiss saying, “Not on the bed, I don't have new sheets ready” He chuckles at your prediction. “Who said it had to be on the bed?” He sits back down, with you still straddling his lap. His hands slip underneath your shirt, cold hands caressing your warm body. “I didn't expect you to agree so easily” he asks continuing to kiss your neck. “W-...well you did something about those endorphins...” you whisper. He laughs at you, quite obvious he hadn't bought it.

You sit up straight on his lap for a second, thinking. “But won't we make a mess on the couch?” you ask expendentaly. “If you let me go inside..?” he asks with a smirk. You slap his chest multiple times, his idea has some structural value to not making a mess but won't it.... leak out? God, no you should never think dirty. At least you won't have to change the bed sheets.

He claims your lips again in passionate kiss, hands going down to remove your sweatpants. Your left in a crop top and panties. What a sight. He breaks the kiss to lay you down on the couch. “I'll make you cum, astonishing you never have after you had sex twice” he says dramatically. You roll your eyes at him, to which he scoffed at in a high pitched voice. “Just wait, I'll make you roll your eyes for a valid reason” he says before undoing his belt and discarding his jeans and boxers.

You tried to look away. He had a pretty dick. But will it even fit? “Don't look away at the man who's going to fuck you now” he says playfully, hovering above you. You stare at him for a couple seconds, taking in his features. He moves your panties to the side, taking a look at your glistening pussy. “Need to prep you, angel” he says. Taking his fingers closer, he slips in a finger, extremely tight unsurprisingly. “You groan at the sudden feeling, he adds another finger stretching your walls out, you feel pleasure slowly forming from the slight pain. He continue s to stretch you out, with you letting out loud moans form time to time. He retrieves his fingers back just when you're legs shook. You look at him confused.

“I'm only having you cum on my cock” he says before slipping his hands underneath your shirt and removing your bra. He starts to play with your hardened nipples with slick covered fingers, to which you would scold him for, but it felt too good.

He pulls his hands back, spreading your legs open and removing your panties whole. “Ready princess?” he asks softly to which you nod slowly. He enters you with ease,, still going slowly. You feel so so full. He groans out loud, he mutters a 'so tight' before slowly thrusting in and out. “Mmnh–ngh fuck–” you moan out, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit, making your roll your eyes back. His pace gets faster, so as his grunts and your moans. “Shit–pretty–you feel s-so good” he grunts. The sound of skin slapping against skin takes over your senses, raw pleasure filling you. “Don't stop! nngh– so s-so good!”

The wet and lewd sounds of his dick going in and out get louder, as he slowed down, dick starting to twitch slightly inside of you. You felt a firework inside your stomach, like a coil so desperate to burst. You think you're about to cum. “G-gyu, think I'm gonna cum fuck—!” you moan. “Yeah? cum for me princess, g-good girl aren't you? cream all over my cock-!” You feel his cockhead slowly hitbyour cervix with each slow thrust as you feel the coil in your stomach collapse, coming all over his cock.

He came after you, filling you up, and it leaked out onto the couch. “That was great” he blurts out tired. You slowly recover form your orgasm, getting back to your senses. “Is this going to be a one time thing or—” You're cut off with a kiss, him saying “Absolutely not. I'm keeping you angel” you simply smile at him.

“But gyu didn't you tell sex kind of helps you stay awake, I really don't think that's for me..?” He takes in your words, “It is for some people...” he says before his eyes light up with a grin plastered on hif face. “So round two?”

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Don't Lie to Me

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: life-threatening situations including a bomb and a Branch Davidians-style cult compound, established relationship, hurt/comfort, explicit language, slight emetophobia warning (nothing graphic) Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You thought Emily was just going out on a typical case until you heard about the standoff at the religious compound. You knew her job was dangerous, but this is a whole new level of terrifying. And you can do nothing but wait. Takes place during S4.E3.

Emily stabbed at the last bit of scrambled egg on her plate and pointed it at you.

"I'd bet my life those kids are being abused," she said, chewing.

You took her plate to the sink, washing up from the early breakfast you'd made to send Emily off on a new case.

"I mean, isn't that kind of the whole point of cults?" you asked, scrubbing at the plates.

"It certainly seems like it." Emily walked over and placed an arm at the small of your back. "Thank you for breakfast. Do you need any help cleaning up?"

"No, I'm okay." You liked the repetitive nature of dishwashing. "You know," you thought out loud, "I was in a cult once."

Emily froze and stared at you, blazer halfway on. "What!?"

"Not that kind of cult. And I got out pretty quick. But... I did believe a lot of crazy things, and I was asked to do some illegal shit."

"Y/N, what!?" she said, slinging her go-bag over her shoulder, reluctant to leave. "What kind of crazy things?"

"Oh, I don't know," you said, drying your hands. "I carried anointing oil around for a while. And I thought shadows in corners were demons. Turns out that's just how light works."

Emily placed her hands on your shoulders, a slightly stunned expression on her face. "I have to go, but we will pick this up later because, Y/N, what!? A cult!?" She shook her head and kissed you, then once again on the forehead for good measure.

"It was just a little cult!" you joked, as she walked toward the door. "It's way easier to get dragged in than you'd think. I consider myself a pretty smart person, and even I fell for some of that bullshit."

"Mmkay," she said, leaning in the doorway. "Well, I'll do my best not to join a cult this week, but no promises."

You rolled your eyes at her. "I love you, Em. Be safe."

"Love you too, honey," she said. "See you in a few days."

You shook your head as the door shut behind her. You didn't tell many people about your "cult year," as you liked to call it, because it hadn't been nearly as extreme as most cults were and because you'd gotten out quickly. But, god, you'd believed in some stupid things. The confluence of moving to a new place, developing a severe mental illness, and falling wildly in love with the girl who was second in command had been a perfect recipe for cultish devotion. No matter. You'd made it out. And, well, fool me twice...

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Part of the beauty of working from home is that you could do whatever you wanted most of the day–no pants, no bra, watching the news or TV during lunch, calling Emily whenever you wanted.

You made yourself a sandwich and sat on the couch, turning on the news so that you could fiddle around with your laptop but still have some background noise.

You were scrolling through an article on the best laundry detergents when the reporter mentioned something about La Plata County. You glanced up and turned up the volume. Wasn't that where Emily and Spencer were?

"What is reportedly being called a routine questions and answers meeting by Colorado Child Services has turned into a violent and deadly standoff between Colorado authorities and a fringe religious group known as the Separatarian Sect. The raid on the compound..."

Your heart started to pound. Maybe you'd gotten the name of the county wrong, and Emily wasn't even close. But she had said she was visiting a religious compound and that she was going with Children's Services...

Breathing rapidly, you pulled out your phone and called Emily. Straight to voicemail. You called her again. No answer. You tried to calm yourself down–no need to panic until you knew for sure. You sent Emily a quick text:

Hey love💕 You haven't been forced into a Waco situation have you? The news is going CRAZY. Please text or call when you get a second so I know you're okay. I love you❤️

You moved your work stuff into the living room, piling it on the coffee table and keeping the volume on the news up. You felt sick to your stomach, but tried to stay calm. There was no reason to think Emily was there. Colorado was a huge state. Probably dozens of religious sects. Why would she be at that one? But the longer you went without a text or call from Emily, the more anxious you grew.

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You managed to make it about three hours before losing your goddamned mind with worry. You texted Emily again, called her again, left her an angry voicemail about how people shouldn't worry their girlfriends like this, all with no response. You'd tried Derek, too, but no luck.

Your leg bounced up and down, and you could feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You found one of Emily's sweatshirts in the hamper and pulled it over your shirt, balling yourself up on the couch and breathing in the scent of her. She's okay, you told yourself over and over. She's okay, she's okay, she's okay.

A breaking news alert on the TV prompted another update on the La Plata County situation. Your head shot up, and you turned the volume up, not wanting to miss a thing.

"...tactical team into a forced retreat after losing a 30-minute gun battle with sect members. Nobody knows for sure how many people are inside, but it is believed that at least three of the child service members are still trapped in the compound."

You didn't sleep that night. Not even for a moment. You sat on the couch late into the night, waiting for updates on the standoff. With each hour that passed without contact from Emily, you were more and more sure that it was her and Spencer in the compound. You'd tried calling a few more times, but the calls seemed pointless, knowing where she was. You'd waited until a decent hour the next morning to call other team members again–Derek, Penelope, JJ. No one had answered, and you'd only grown more terrified. You were scared to know for sure, but you needed to.

You looked down at your phone and took a deep breath, looking at the one number you'd resisted calling so far: Hotch. You knew Emily'd given you his number for emergencies only, but what was this if not an emergency?

The phone dialed for a few moments before picking up.

"Hotchner."

"Where is she!?" you demanded, all the emotion and fear you'd been putting off for the last day rushing to the forefront.

"Y/N," he sighed, and you could tell just by his voice. "She's–"

"Don't lie to me, Hotch! She's in that compound, isn't she?"

Hotch's words were calm, determined. "We're gonna get her out."

"Don't lie to me." Your voice shook, tears slipping down your face.

"Y/N, I swear to you, I will get her out."

"Okay," you whispered, feeling small and scared.

"I'll call as soon as I can to let you know she's okay, but it's gonna take some time."

"Thank you." You dashed tears from your eyes, sniffling.

"Of course."

The line clicked off and you sat in stunned silence for a few minutes, watching the repeated footage of the compound flash by on the TV. Emily was in there. Emily was in there. And there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it.

You paced back and forth for a while, waiting and waiting for news updates, then decided that all this waiting was futile. If Emily couldn't get home to you, you'd go to her. You booked yourself on the next flight to Durango, packed just the essentials, and ran out the door, filling Sergio's bowl and making a mental note to text a friend to check in on him if you were gone for more than a day or two.

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The hours you were in the air–with nothing but shitty airplane WiFi service–were the worst for you. You refreshed the live news page over and over again, terrified that at any moment, you'd hear news of a mass death.

When you finally got to Durango that night, you drove the rental car as close to the compound as you could, but ATF had it locked down for miles. For now, this was a close to Emily as you could get.

You booked a nearby hotel and, still wrapped in Emily's sweatshirt, sat moon-faced and bleary-eyed on the edge of the bed, watching the news, and waiting, waiting, waiting.

You'd nearly drifted off to sleep when the room filled with a blinding white-orange light. Your eyes grew wide as you watched the screen. The compound went up in flames, debris flying far and wide.

"Oh my god," you said, covering your mouth. "Oh my god."

You ran to the bathroom and vomited, then sat on the cool floor, shaking. You coughed as you hyperventilated, unable to get enough air into your lungs. You wrapped your hands around your head, rocking. There was no way. No way someone would have survived an explosion like that.

You felt like your heart was being ripped apart. It was the hope that hurt the most. The maybe she hadn't been in there? But almost certainly she was. Maybe she was okay? But probably she wasn't. Most likely, she didn't even exist anymore, had gone up in smoke with the rest of the compound, the thought of which made you vomit again. You couldn't fathom it, couldn't envision a world without Emily. You needed her. You hunched on the floor of the hotel room, leaning into the bed, and waited. Waited for news of Emily's death. You hoped that Hotch would call you first. It'd be so much easier to hear it from him, but the reporters were like vultures, and they often got the news first.

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At the compound, a deeply battered Emily, now running out of adrenaline, leaned heavily on Hotch as he walked her to an ambulance.

"You don't have to come with me," she told him, her voice gravelly. "It's not that bad."

"Prentiss, you can barely walk," Hotch protested, watching in concern as she winced climbing into the ambulance. "I wish you'd get on a stretcher."

"I am on a stretcher." Emily gave him a little wave from where she now lay, an EMT strapping her in and taking her vitals.

"I meant before now." Hotch smiled slightly. His team was beat up, but they'd be okay.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. "You need to make a call," he told Emily, putting the phone on speaker as it dialed.

"Oh, god," Emily groaned. "She's gotta be worried sick."

When you picked up, your voice was timid, rough with emotion.

"Hotch?" you whispered, terrified of what he might tell you.

"Hi, honey," Emily said, her voice heavy with love and exhaustion. It hit her, all of a sudden, that there was a good chance she might not have made it out. That she would never have seen you again. The thought brought tears to her eyes.

"Em!" you cried between sobs. "Are you okay!? Are you hurt!?"

"I'm a little banged up, but I'll make it."

"You scared the shit out of me!" you yelled, equal parts furious at her for putting her life in danger and relieved that she was okay. Emotions tumbled through your body like ocean waves.

Emily smiled and wiped a few tears from under her eyes. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Is Spencer there? Is he okay, too?"

Emily exhaled shakily. "Yeah, he's fine. We're all fine."

"Where are you?"

"Uh, in an ambulance."

"Which hospital are they taking you to?" you asked, pulling on your shoes and grabbing your keys off the hotel desk.

"Mercy?" Emily said, repeating what the EMT told her.

"I'll meet you there."

"No, honey, you don't need to come all the way here," Emily protested. "I'm okay. I'll be home in a few days."

"I'm already here, Em. Don't even try to fight me on this."

"You're here!? In Colorado?!"

"At a hotel. As close to the compound as I could get."

"You came?" Emily confirmed, her voice quiet, like she couldn't quite believe someone would love her enough to be there.

"Emily," you breathed. "Of course I did."

A few tears escaped Emily's eyes, and Hotch looked away.

"Now," you said, clearing your throat and trying to pull yourself together. "Please, please, let the doctors take care of you. I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Okay," she sniffled.

"I love you."

"I love you, too," Emily said, before hanging up and handing the phone back to Hotch.

The EMT handed her a paper towel to use as a tissue and she laughed, dabbing at her eyes and nose. "Thanks," she said.

Hotch smiled, watching her.

"What?" she said.

"She really loves you."

"I know."

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At the hospital, Emily heard you before she saw you. You were the first thing she heard after waking up from surgery, and she couldn't help but smile. You were giving the nurses a run for their money, which was saying something. You were usually so patient, so accommodating. Not today.

"Look," you railed at the nurse's station. "I've been in the waiting room for hours! I have been awake for three days straight, and my girlfriend has been a cult hostage that whole time! I am not in the mood to be held hostage too! Take me to her now, or I swear to god I will get the fucking FBI director on the line."

Emily's face brightened when you came in the room, but yours fell. She looked awful. Her face was bruised and swollen, bandages covered her body, and her arm was in a cast.

"Oh, Em," you said, your voice breaking, as you grabbed her hand, pressing your palm gently to her cheek.

"I'm okay." But she wasn't, and you could tell.

"It's okay, baby," you reassured her, running your fingers gently through her hair. "You don't have to be okay now, alright? I'm here. I'm here to take care of you."

Her breath hitched, and you could tell she was fighting off tears. It broke your heart. She always felt like she needed to be strong. It was time to let someone else be strong for a change.

You lowered the railing of the hospital bed, and lifted yourself in, gently pulling Emily into you. She grasped desperately at your shirt and fought off sobs.

"Shh," you whispered, cradling her head. "Let it out, love. I'm right here. You're safe now."

You held her while she cried, heartbroken that she'd been so scared and so hurt and, yet, proud that she handled it like no one else in the world could. And for neither the first time nor the last, you felt the immense weight and honor of being someone Emily Prentiss felt safe enough to break down with.

When she quieted, you rocked her and held her and placed small, gentle kisses on her head, trying to convey all your love for her, all your protectiveness toward her through osmosis.

You remembered, quite suddenly, the last conversation you'd had before Emily left, about cults.

"I told you," you whispered, giggling.

"Told me what?"

"That it was easy to get dragged into a cult."

"That is not the same," Emily argued, playfully shoving you. "I was held hostage. You were just dumb."

"Ouch."

"You didn't hoard weapons or anything, did you?"

"No," you scoffed. "Of course not."

"Well, what'd you do?" she pressed.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you did some illegal shit in the cult, so what did you do?"

"Oh," you laughed. "Nothing too serious. We bugged some people's rooms, recorded conversations."

"...Why?"

"We thought they were in cahoots with the devil."

Emily laughed, then grabbed her ribs, wincing. "'Cahoots with the devil!?' God, I'm so glad I found you after your religious days."

"What can I say? You get the very best of me."

Emily beamed up at you, pulling you down by your collar to kiss you. You stayed gentle and soft, mindful of her split lip and bruised face.

You held your forehead to hers, breathing in her scent. That familiar Emily scent that you'd been so sure you'd never get again.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," you whispered.

"I won't," Emily said, burying her face in your chest.

"Don't lie to me."

You felt her smile into your skin. "I'll try."

You sighed and grinned. "I guess that'll do. But only because I love you so much."

[thesamoanqueen]

Onlyfans

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: smut.

A/N: this one-shot showed up in my mind because of John Cena and me thinking impossible possibilities.

He usually bring it with him all the time, but at home he paid no attention. He had left it on the table to go and do something when the first notification had arrived. Y/N hadn't even looked up from her laptop, too busy with the program sent from Stamford the previous evening and which she was reviewing as always before sending it back to the office. Two minutes had passed and another notification had arrived. Roman hadn't shown up then either, but when the third had been followed by a fourth, Y/N had held out her hand with a sigh. She didn't want to pry, she didn't even want to know, she justs cared about making that sound stop to work in peace and let Roman know of whoever had that urgency to talk to him.

What had appeared on the screen, however, had made her put the laptop aside without thinking twice, pushing her to get up and find out what the hell was that stuff.

She couldn't believe her eyes, it was crazy.

When she found him, he was busy with a box full of old fitness equipments, smile ready as soon as she came into his sight.

- Hey gorgeous – he greeted her and Y/N stopped to look at him, her perfect handsome man.

- Is there something you want to tell me? – she asked, holding back to give him a chance.

Roman froze completely, his gaze serious, back straight.

- whats up? – she heard him ask, pretending he didn’t know or maybe not knowing for real, Y/N at that point was not sure anymore.

- I don't know, should I?! – she immediately echoed him, refusing to prolong that game to place his phone in front of him, the message he had received still open.

Leaving aside what were their habits as a couple, habits that had never displeased either of them as far as she knew, they had established from the first moment they would discuss everything, to be open-minded and fair with their feelings. They had been on a verge of a breakup because of an unspoken nonsense, they had learned from the past and since that moment there had been nothing they hadn't shared, bad moods, doubts, problems, fears. She trusted him, she wasn't obsessed with knowing what, where or who he was with, not even knowing what revolved around him and was proposed to him before, it had never even crossed her mind. She had chosen a man, a good real man, one who wanted a family, with no fear about serious relationship and without warning now she found out an Onlyfans notification on his phone? At home? While she was there working?!

- I didn't mean to watch, there could be anything in there, whatever, but here Ro? For real? and honestly If you have a reason or not, I thought we were better than this- she said, unable to hold back any longer and immediately saw his expression change, an amused smile replacing his worried expression.

- Babygirl, slow down. We got no problem, there's nothing in there I want, trust me. I don't care about that stuff, its shit, I’d never do it when I’ve you – he winked, trying to pull her into a hug, but more he laughed more she tensed.

- ‘kay then what?!

- You know, John did it, an account… boys at work were joking, saying that I should make one too. Locker room chatter, bullshit, sometimes they still get me involved.

Surprised, she looked at him speechless, turmoil quickly slipping away, while his information created a strangely valid picture in her mind about possibilities.

John was a funny dude, strange at times and that stunt had actually made the news. She had seen some clips online, nothing R-rated as one might imagine, but she hadn't connected the two things. And she had never even thought that someone might have thought of doing it, even though she knew of Roman's fame among the fans, rumors, fantasies and the whole package on the most unlikely platforms. In some way it was her job to know what people thought about wwe’s top guy and she played with it to for promotion.

- A real onlyfans – she repeated flatly, staring at him and he gave her one of his billion dollar smiles.

- I'm quite successful, it might work – he joked and she reflexively batted her eyelashes, unable to control herself because yes, he was damn right.

People went absolutely crazy for a few well planted cameras shots, a couple of hits not so family friendly in his ring promos and that salt and pepper in his beard, a video or an entire onlyfans account would not have been simply successful, would have unleashed the apocalypse into the wrestling community. During the production phase, behind the scenes, she too had relied on certain shots, specific set-ups, because she knew they would work. There were things that she too was obsessed with despite having him as her in real life partner. If Roman would have really decided to do it, something direct, focused, if he didn't hold back…

The thought made her turn around, going back without another word.

-Y/N – Roman called her, trying to hold her, but she didn't let him do it, quickly marching towards the front door closet where she kept her purse always ready.

She knew Roman had followed her, sensing heavy footsteps behind her as she walked through the house, but when she finally started to reach for what she needed, his hand tightened around her wrist, physically stopping her from doing anything. He gave her a deadly serious look, his gaze dark as she broke free.

- Y/N it was a bad joke, ain’t gonna happen, don't take it that far – he reasoned, standing there as if no one could move him, searching her eyes.

Those brown eyes that would have made anyone's knees tremble, that had made her tremble too an infinite number of times and for the most absurd reasons, at the right times and not, everywhere, always, from the first moment, without exceptions and that now she saw slowly widen, confused, as she handed him what she had taken out of her jacquemus.

-Here – she offered, her personal credit card ready.

Roman stared at it stunned and Y/N knew she had caught him off guard, because that card never left her purse if he was around, he didn't like when it happened even though she was proudly independent he liked to play the role of her provider. With a deep breath, seeing him froze, she decided to take out the second one, adding it to the first and moving closer to slip them into his pocket.

- Let’s say you can have both, but the show is exclusive – she specified, as if they were really in a negotiation and at that last hint she felt him suddenly explode into laughter.

He throw his head back, perfect teeth showing, eyes crinkling, making every inch of his chiseled face smile.

- Someone woke up possessive – he pinched her when he was finally able to speak again and Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, letting him have that little win.

He didn’t like if someone was too close to her, if someone stared in a way or another, when they hadn't yet been in an official relationship Y/N had witnessed scenes of pure testosterone that would have made anyone run and even today he showed no signs of loosening his grip. She had found the notification of a site notoriously inclined towards certain ratings, messages with it, she hadn't worked entirely on her imagination, but were clearly details his ego ignored, too happy to have caught her.

-If your intention is to keep laughing, I'll take them back – she stopped him, stretching out her hand again to retrieve them, but as soon as she took them off, Roman grabbed her wrist.

- For you the show is free, just ask ma'am

His voice was velvetly soft, as was the touch of his thumb stroking her caramel skin. With eyes fixed on hers, she couldn't hold back a smile, seeing Roman return it immediately when he pushed her against the door.

- Then show me sir – she whispered and he twisted his head, making her giggle before lifting her up.

With legs wrapped around his hips, he carried her to the couch to place her between cushions like a precious thing, a rebellious lock hanging out of the bun. He stood there waiting, hands placed next to her, but deliberately not where he should, his whole body close, but not close enough and for a moment Y/N did nothing but admire him.

He was a charming man, the kind of man who captured attention even without anything special or fancy, he made her hands itch and her stomach flutter like the first time she had touched him and she had no longer been able to let him go. It wasn't just the appearance, but rather his attitude, his attentions, they were a drug, they were addictive and the idea of having them all to herself, having him when out there people would do anything to have a crumb of what she had, it made her feel special, in charge.

-You're playing a dangerous game – he warned her, eyes hovering over her full lips.

-Im pretty sure I can handle it – she replied, her breathing slowing as she saw him bend more.

-I know exactly what you can handle babygirl – he touched her with his nose, with that lock and Y/N felt the taste of him on her, even if Roman had kept himself at a sufficient distance not to kiss her.

From the couch, Y/N watched as he straightened up and grabbed the hem of his tank to pull it up. Her eyes went hopelessly down his body, looking in religious silence at every inch of his torso, as he undressed with unnatural calm. She watched the abs pop out even without oil to accentuate them, broad pecs, dark tattoo that stood out against tanned skin, those lines that she drew with her fingers whenever she could. And then the arms, bent to pass the shirt beyond his neck to which she used to cling, those arms that she scratched as if her very life depended on them, capable of hurting and carrying her around effortlessly, shaped by years of practice and dedication. Her pulse racing, she saw him turn to put away his shirt, showing her his broad back, his sculpted shoulders as he rolled them back to face her and let his hair down. She watched Roman run his long fingers through the messy locks, trying to fix them during that impromptu striptease in the living room, in broad daylight and anything could have happened, someone even broke into the house and Y/N would not have flinched, focused as she was on him.

He was slow, unnerving. What she would do quickly, throwing everything away, he did in slow motion, to push her desire, make her savor everything, drive her completly crazy. Every gesture seemed to require effort, every action was like a ritual, a video wouldn't have done him justice, he was directing a movie and she was the spectator unable to distract herself while his fingers loosened the knot of his shorts to make them hang on the hips. Enraptured, she followed his usually hidden v, focusing on the portion of skin he was revealing and that left no doubt about what was down there. Concentrated, she clenched her legs without hiding, heartbeat racing as he fill the space between them, a dangerous intense shadow on his eyes that made Y/N hold her breath.

- Why you so silent now sweetheart? – he asked, stopping a step away from her, looking down and Y/N raised her head, body tingling as she felt him tower above her.

-Im ejoying it… no words needed – she breathed innocently, reaching out a hand tentatively and Roman bent over once again following the wandering of fingers playing with his lace, tongue running on his lips.

- Hmm no, I think we need a reaction… feedbacks you know, for that onlyfans stuff

His voice, breathing caused another series of shocks through her, the desire to crash her mouth against him, suffocate in one of their kisses, feel his big hands ravaging her now almost unbearable. Roman locked her wrist once more, his grip hard enough to make Y/N throb where she was probably already a mess, preventing her from exploring more than she should, eyes going back into hers, digging, guiding her where he wanted, only where he let them.

-Its good – she admitted without rebelling, unable to concentrate on anything than those two brown pools that seemed to swallow her.

- Just that? – he asked, pinching her face with his hair and Y/N tilted her head, intercepting the trajectory of his lips with greed.

-More than good – she mewed, leaning forward and feeling him guide her to his erection, never breaking eye contact, avid more than ever on having her undivided attention.

- Not enough for me

Under her fingers, Y/N felt his boner awake, hard and she risked something more, a more intense touch, hoping to convince Roman to let her do something, but it lasted just a moment and he pushed her away, standing up straight again to do it himself. Y/N knew what to expect, she knew what Roman was hiding, and yet when he lowered his pants enough to release his erection and took it into his hand, Y/N couldn't hold back a gasp to the mere sigh of his delicious flesh. She saw him so proud, spit obscenely and his smile quickly turn into an arrogant grin enjoying his attentions in front of her who was now struggling to stay still.

Was the kind of show she was sure many people would sell their souls along with their houses for and that even her, despite knowing Roman's abilities, couldn't say was immune. She wasn't immune at all honestly and when he curled his mouth, carried away by the increasing euphoria, eyes still fixed on her, letting go an excited growl, Y/N jumped on her knees.

-Gawd com’here– she moaned sulkily before crashing her lips on him and Roman laughed at her kissing, his hand finally leaving his now tense erection to keep himself balanced.

-That's a feedback – he approved, watching her quickly undress beneath him.

And Y/N might have replied but her body was begging her to put an end to that game, get some relief and before Roman could decide otherwise just for playing around, she pulled him better on top, wedging his brawny body between her thighs. With one hand on his dark locks and the other feeling his cock, she slowly bit his lip asking with pleading eyes and he pushed himself into her palm, tongue ready to invade her mouth. She moaned against him, letting him move his hips, enveloped in the heat of him, in that tantalizing smell of his skin, lost in the exquisite taste of his mouth, until she heard Roman growl and only then she guided him where wanted. None had touched her, neither him nor herself and yet she felt him slip between her juicy folds with ease, in a feral curse that made her cry and pushed him to bite her neck. Holding her hip he enstablished a pace to fuck her opposite of his striptease, messy, rough, domineering, every thrust crushed her down, nailing her mercilessly and making her sweatin agony.

Sometimes she felt like she was a toy in his hands, but she liked that kind of treatment, more when they had already wasted enough time with other games and the thought of someone else wanting that attention was still in the back of her head. She ran her nails down his forearms, marking him, holding on with ragged breath, gasping with mouth open, as he grunted into the crook of her neck, sinking into her dripping pussy in a concert of obscene sounds. And in the throes of her ecstacy, Y/N made her hands roam over his massive back, over his strong neck, even over his ass contracted in the effort to pound her wildly.

She felt a well known fire building suddenly in the bottom of her belly, uncontrollably, like a wave of pure bliss when Roman pushed himself deeper, lifting without mercy her thigh over his shoulder to get a better angle, his balls slapping against her soft skin and she squirmed crying in pleasure. His grip became more possessive, almost to prevent her from run, even though she was now just a weeping mess, folds pulsing and gripping around his dick, heat growing for what was now a marvelous attack until the delirium reached her head.

- R-Roo… ple-aase…

- Ssh come for me… let it go, you wanted it cmon good girl -

One stroke and another, on that sweet lovely spot, his skin rubbing against her hot clit and Y/N closed her eyes, curling beneath him, her mind white, blank and ì mouth open without a sound to leave her soul. She felt him leave a sweaty kiss on her cheek, continue tenaciously to prolong her sensation and also lift her other leg, aiming it in a shameful, vulgar position to conquer his climax now. Stunned by her orgasm, she watched him with passionate eyes, his expression focused, body tense and furious in the last effort and Y/N placed her forehead against his, holding him in place, tightening with a sob around his cock, folds trembling. With all his weight pinning her down, he willingly went for a couple of thrusts, deep, rough, his breathing more and more heavy until it was enough for him too and Y/N pulled him against her neck, feeling every muscle of his thick body tense and his cock twitching until it fills her up.

As always, he got stuck inside her, refusing to come out until he stopped jerking, hands gripping her soft hips tenaciously to keep her in place and only when nothing was left anymore, he freed her, collapsing though against the couch headboard to pull her against him in a sweaty hug, while they caught both their breath. They probably should have rushed to take a shower, but Y/N wasn't in a hurry and he didn't seem to be either, leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulder.

- I was thinking… - she began, sore but with her fingers tracing his arm anyway.

- Gimme ten minutes and we'll do another live

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Inexperienced choso pleaseeeee 🥰

Here you goo, I hope you like it 😅😁

Pairing: Inexperienced!Choso x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, MDNI!, NSFW, Smut. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

You were walking over to your studentroom. You closed the door shut behind you and walked over to the mirror as you stared at yourself. You checked your hair and makeup, in a hurry.

Choso had been coming over to Yuji's room allot recently. It began with small talks even though he was really silent when you first met him he really seemed to have opened up. He seemed less tense, he payed attention when you were talking and he was listening to you even if Yuji was talking over you. You didn't pay attention to it until one day, you were talking with Yuji about the best flavoured chips. When you both couldn't agree, and Yuji was even talking over you at times and you gave up and forgot about it. The next day he had brought you the chips you had been railing on about to Yuji, You blushed not knowing what to say or do, but then he said "let's share the experience" and so you did.

For a moment he couldn't help but to stare at your lips as you grabbed one chip, chewed it and licked the salt off your lips. You hummed as you looked at him. "try one" you said as he suddenly moved and he grabbed one for himself. You swore it looked like he kinda blushed as he tried one for himself, he looked over to you and said "you're right." You both shared the bag of chips and talked for a while, until you sadly had to leave. You apologized and as you left you had turned around to see if he was still there and he looked like a lost puppy. You just wanted to go back to him. That was two days ago, You had asked Yuji if Choso was dropping by and he answered that he was coming over today.

You grabbed your favorite hoodie and jeans and looked into the mirror. You tried to calm yourself, Last night you had a very dirty dream about choso, so you were horny to say the least. You wanted to just grab his hoodie and taste his lips but then you woke up sadly.

The door knocked twice, you looked over to the door and exhaled trying to calm yourself down before you opened it. "Choso!" you lighted up and blushed "Hi" you could see he was wearing a hoodie, it kinda looked like the one in your dream causing you to freeze.

"Come on in" you blurted out and moved out of the way, "what's up?" you asked him trying to sound calm, he walked into your room and looked around. He sat down onto your bed and looked up at you. "Yuji had to leave" he said simple "you wanna watch a movie?" you asked him, he nodded and shrugged "sure" he said and half smiled.

You found your laptop and sat beside him in your bed. "Did Yuji say anything about why he had to leave?" you asked him, "Yeah, something with Megumi and training" he shrugged. "oh, ok" you nodded slowly and found a movie. "Do you like scary movies?" he asked you, "sure" you said. Honestly his thighs were close next to yours, you couldn't think straight so you didn't care "Do you have an favorite?" he asked you.

He had this dreamy look on his face, you blushed and chuckled "I dont mind watching them, I usually avoid them cause sometimes I feel like I'm in one" you admitted and shrugged "But I guess we can watch this one" you said and picked something random. You sat the laptop in the middle of both of you. When the movie started you fished up a pillow from your basket nearby. "here" you said and moved up "lean forward" you smiled and he obeyed. "thanks" he said and moved his back so you could place a pillow behind his back. You found a pillow for yourself and hit play.

You had to pick a spider movie, the one thing you hated the most. After the third jumpscare you leaned closer to his arm. He froze as he looked down at you, you moved your head up "sorry" you mumbled as you were now inches away from eachother. You tried to breathe slowly through your nose, "here" he said as he moved his hand around you and pulled you close. "thanks" you said as you looked down while moving an inch closer with your hips and when you looked up at him your noses touched.

You could feel your heart beat as you suddenly just went on instinct and kissed his lips. He was suprised, both of the sudden kiss but also the feelings he got that came with the kiss, He moaned softly. He felt the kiss was amazing but it didn't fill him up. He wanted more.

You moved back in a shock over what you just did "sorry, I couldn't help myself" you hid your lips by pulling your hoodie up over your mouth. He pulled your hoodie down "Don't hide" He said softly and placed his hand onto your cheek and stroked his thumb onto your lower lip softly as he leaned closer and kissed you. He inhaled as he let out a moan, he couldn't help but to feel this hunger he couldn't shake. "Y/n" he let out a small whimper as he kissed you once more.

You moved your feet up slightly, causing the laptop to fall off his legs "I don't know what to do" he whimpered into your lips, you were holding onto his knee, you moved your hand closer to his big boulder as he whimpered while kissing you. You looked down onto his hard boner, you moved your hand onto his clothed dick. He moaned as he pulled you into his lips, he hummed as he thrusted up into your hand. "You want to take this a step further?" you asked him and he nodded.

"hold on" You moved the laptop down onto the floor and stepped off the bed, you dragged the curtains over the windows. "Don't worry Choso, I'll take care of you" You walked over to the door and locked it. "Take off your clothes" you said, as you walked over to the bed.

He dragged off his hoodie and tshirt in one pull, revealing his muscles- "Fuck" you whispered to yourself looking at him in awe. He took off his pants while staring at you, you swallowed hard when you saw his dick flew free and slapped precum onto his tummy. You walked over to him and took off your hoodie, "lay down" you said and he obeyed. He leaned back into the pillow and stared at you in awe as you pulled off your pants and your thong in one pull.

You crawled over him and kissed him deeply. "you wanna feel how wet you make me?" you whispered into his lips, you leaned back and grabbed his hand as his finger touched your clit. His finger pushed into your clit and made a squelch sound. "y/n" he hummed and panted as his dick was throbbing hard. "I'm already shaking, you don't have to tease me like this" he whined "Im already all yours."

Like something snapped inside you "move your hand" you said and grabbed his dick as he let out a moan of the instant contact, he panted as you placed the tip of his hard dick inside you, You moaned as you sat slowly down, trying to get used to his size. He panted and moaned as he looked amazed at where you were connected.

You leaned forward and held onto his shoulders as you began to slowly thrust. "fuck, your moans are turning me on so badly" you hummed "let me hear you" you cooed as you slowly began to move your hips. He blushed as he grabbed your hips and "y/n" he huffed "you feel so good" he whimpered as his eyes rolled behind his head, his hips started to thrust up into you as he moved his hands up to your waist. He held tight and followed your rythum, slow and deep thrust.

You leaned onto his muscled stomach and kissed him deeply, he moaned into your lips. His moans were sending you over to the edge, as you gripped tight his shoulders and moved your knees up beside his hips and you moved up your feet onto his knees.

You stretched out your hands onto his man tittes and gripped them as you started to move your ass faster, shaking your ass up and down onto his length. "I wanna hear your pretty moans" you hummed as you began to thrust harder, you looked down onto his abs and rolled your eyes back as you climaxed hard listening to his sweet whimpers. He moaned as he could feel your walls tightning his dick.

"Fuck" he whimpered "y/n, I'm-" he panted, You slipped out of him and you got to stroke him once before he came all over his abs. "Fuck" he panted as he climaxed "more" he whimpered "I want more" he whined as you stroked his hard throbbing cock.

"Do you wanna fuck me this time?" you smirked as you could see how horny he was "yes please" he whined as you let go of his throbbing cock and moved over. You stood on all fours, guiding him behind you. You bended your back as he put his hard cock into you and moaned loudly.

He gripped your ass while slowly snapping his hips into you. You bended your back further as you moved your hips and slammed yourself into his hips. "Follow my rythum" you said and he obeyed, after a couple of thrust he began to moan louder and panted as he thrusted harder into you "fuck" he whined as he felt your clit squelch as he thrusted into you. "yes" you moaned, He hummed as his hips began to clap hard into your ass. "Just like that" you moaned, he gripped your waist tight and began to slam himself into you. His moans filled the room, making you breathe deeply "I'm close" you moaned as he slowed down "no, fuck me harder Choso!" you whined and he obeyed.

He moved his hands under your waist and held you as he began to slam hard into you, The bed hit the wall with each thrust. "fuck" you moaned as your gasped silently as you could hear his moans and whimpers as his hard thrust making you climax. He whined as he slowed down "Are you close?" you hummed and he moaned "yes" he panted, "please cum inside my mouth this time" you whimpered.

He let go of your thighs and you slipped out and turned around and inhaled his length like you were starving. He groaned as his hips began to thrust automatically inside your mouth, you gripped on his hips for more controll, breathed through your nose as you let him fuck your mouth until he climaxed.

He panted and collapsed down onto the bed. You laid over his chest and kissed him. "Your moans are my new favorite sound" you smiled at him, he blushed and kissed you hard "Youre mine too."

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

ANALYZING SPIDERVERSE BACKGROUNDS- PART TWO!!!!!!!!!

The insanity doesn't stop

This time, we're going to be looking at into the spiderverse, specifically this scene (sorry about the weird cut at the ending, I accidentally zoomed in/out lol)

Which I have gone through frame by frame..

For fun. You can see what he's doing for the most part, but I needed to share my thoughts on it.

(It's mostly me being a homosexual though... happy pride month)

ANYWAY

Nothing important here really I just think this little sequence of him drinking is cute. Also WHY IS THE CAN CLIPPING THROUGH HIS HAND THAT POOR GUY THAT CANNOT BE COMFORTABLE LMAO. Also what the hell is going on with his laptop who needs that many tabs open. Loving the laptop + PC combo. This boy uses so much electricity...

Awwwww look at him. He needed a little light because his blind ass couldn't see to write his invisible notes (Me too Ganke, me too. What are you writing about though why is it so important it has to be on paper and cannot simply remain a computer file? Are you doing homework.... at this hour?)

Also he has the same getting up/sitting down sequence!! I think that's cute too, and it's probably just the animators being lazy and not wanting to animate a billion different ways of sitting down, but, hear me out; OCD Ganke. Now, I don't know much about OCD, but I do know that people who have it tend to repeat the same behaviors/patterns every day for every single activity. This could also explain the three of the same hat thing he has going on. Now, that's just a silly little headcanon to play with, so don't take it too seriously.

Also, WHERE THE HELL IS HE GOING??? AS FAR AS IM AWARE, THERES OBLY ONE DOOR TO THEIR ROOM. THE DOOR TO THE HALLWAY.

Is his ass really getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night (courtesy of his one billion energy drinks) amd leaving the fucking door OPEN?? BUDDY? YOUR ELECTRONICS ARE RIGHT THERE DIRECTLY IN SIGHT OF THE HALLWAY... AND YOUR ROOMMATE IS SLEEPING THERE.... WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Hehehehehehehehe aww look at him putting his headphones on I wonder what he's listening to. Also who texted him it's like 12am rn. GO TO BED (He checks it twice. It's 15 close friends reminding him to go to bed. He responded "I'm asleep dw" to every single one)

Look at this EEPY FUCKIN GUY. OH he is so SLEEPY if ONLY there was SOMETHING he could DO ABOUT IT. Oh what's that? Put down the energy drink can and turn off my computer? What a ludicrous idea who would have ever come up with that. Pff. Psch. Apffttr. He looks like the bottom of a sting ray in that middle photo. Someone get this kid a break and also some fucking melatonin. And water. Stat. He's like a plant. Put him outside.

Oh, look, he's finally decided to ditch his uniform that he's been wearing all day and get into something more comfy. Not the hat tho. The hat stays on every second of his life. Oh well at least he's probably a lot more comfortable. And would you look at that hes.. still wearing..... his shoes. B.. buddy you... you know you can take those off right. It's okay I promise. You got this. Is he barefoot in those too. Is he still wearing the same damn pants from before.

ALSO HIS NOTEPAD MAGICALLY HAS WRITING ON IT NOW!!! SOMEBODY PLEASE DECODE THESE MYSTERIES!!! IM SO EVER VERY CURIOUS

Do you think that while making his cup o noodles in the microwave he was playing music too loud and forgot to hit the stop button before it beeped and he just... kinda froze.... and looked up at Miles (who is sleeping like a fucking bear during the peak months of winter in hibernation. Not even a fucking jet engine could wake that boy up) and then kinda just awkwardly resumes what he was doing. Because I do. I do.

(ALSO, this is the second time his phone lights up. He does check it, I'm just not including it for sake of space)

ALRIGHT APPROACHING THE END OF EVEEYRHING I CAN SQUEEZE OUT OF THIS SCENE!

What is he doing in that first Pic. Clearly whatever he wrote down was important, but, like, is his computer updating? Is he just checking to make sure he input something correctly? What is this boy doing somebody please give me a 2 hour movie or a 500 page novel just on him immediately thanks

He's finally taking a brain break and... relaxing by reading comics. Not sleeping, no. Oh god no. But looking at comics. This kid has autism you cannot convince me otherwise. Who does this if they don't have some form of neurodivergency. Please bonk him on the head cartoon style for me I love him.

Awww he cleans up some of the floor (stuffs it under his bed to be dealt with months later)! PLEASE, THOUGH, THE WAY HE FUXKING LOOKS UP AT MILES I CANNOT STAND HIM WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE A CUTOUT THAT SOMEONE TRIED TO HORRIBLY PHOTOSHOP INTO A PICTURE HE DOESNT BELONG IN WHY DOES HE LOOK LILE HES FLOATING.

Also as you can tell by his million energy drinks and now empty and just juice cup o noodles, he doesn't clean up after himself ever. Maybe instead of buying a fourth computer, we invest in a trash can for your dorm. Hmmmm? Silly boy. I love it when they give teenagers teenager habits. Please give me more of this.

This may not be 100% accurate, but take a look at how many energy drinks he goes through in one night.

The first clip is at the beginning of the scene, where most of them are unopened while there are already still five open ones (I can't figure out how to get the best picture of how many drinks there really are here while making it a collage... anyway). Since we don't see the beginning of the night, we don't know how many drinks Ganke has had prior to now, or what the interval he drinks them at is.

At the end of the clip, there are an estimates 12 open drinks total. One on the floor, two(?) By his comic, six by the right side of his computer, plus three on the left side of his computer. That means he drank 6 energy drinks in the span of however many hours we watched him for.

Bro has a serious caffeine addiction and needs to be grounded from money. ALSO, HES DRINKING THEM WARM??? BRO..

And I know that they are energy drinks, because, well. One, just look at them. Two, how do we think Ganke manages to stay up all night doing God knows what for hours on end. We didn't even ever see him go to bed! He's still on his computer when Miles wakes up! Bro pulled an all nighter and for WHAT. BUDDY. And three: the design on the cup literally reads "ENRGY" bottom text "drink"

Dude

Bro

Water

Please.

Drink it.

Also them having part of their schedule on the wall is so cute too!! Do they share classes? How many? Also that says Ceramics. As per my first post of this series, if you look at the horribly lopsided bowl beside Ganke on the bed, that looks a lot like something someone who struggled in arts would create.

Who is that someone?

Well, it's not Miles. We've seen his art.

Is

Is it Ganke?

Ganke the nerd? The Ganke among the most gifted students at Visions? Ganke who pulls all nighters and picks for on his computer often?

Hell yeah. Give him pottery. He brings home lopsided mugs and bent in bowls and dented plates for them to use instead of buying their own dishware, and Miles is so supportive of it even through the kettle he was using had a hole and leaked boiling water all over his hands. He's doing his best, he's not good with crafts. Give him a break.

I love this and them so much. He's my guy. PLEASE BRING HIM OR 42 GANKE BACK IN BTSV SONY PLEASE I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR MORE GANKE CONTENT I CANNOT KEEP LIVING OFF OF SCRAPS LIKE THIS PLEASE!!!

Part One

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[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 2

Main Kink(s): Office Sex, squirting

Pairing: IT Tech! Jake Jensen X f!PA!Reader

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, office sex, sex on a desk, p-in-v, squirting, creampie, reverse cowgirl, riding, vaginal fingering (brief), sex to relax, massage, Jake being a dork, pet names (baby), sweet ending

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You hate your boss and hate filing work for him when he’s out gallivanting so when your IT kit breaks and you summon IT to the devil’s den that is your boss’ office  you can’t help but take the opportunity you’ve been given with your office crush.

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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“Arsehole!”

You lean back in your office chair, fingers gliding against your scalp in a desperate bid to salvage what was left of your sanity. You were overtired, overworked and underpaid and you boss, your arsehole of a boss, had just taken an extra two hours on his lunch with one of his many flings postponing an already twice-postponed meeting with an important stakeholder.

Leaving you to deal with the fallout and the work he had not yet completed.

Again.

You rub your eyes hoping it’s a dream. When you open them again, your laptop is still showing the email from your boss. You groan and go to exit the email application. However, upon touching the track-pad, nothing happens. You wiggle your finger vigourously yet your little mouse-arrow doesn’t flit across the screen like it should.  You press random keys – does ctrl, Alt and del do anything when you click them together? Or was it F4? You don’t know nor do you care, anything to get your laptop working again so you can finish the work your boss should have done over three weeks ago.

Then the screen goes black with a click. The gentle winding down of fans filling the silence of your boss’ office. You briefly lock eyes with your stunned reflection before slamming the lid and with silent fury, stabbing with intercom on your desk for the main reception team.

“Get me IT ASAP.”

There was a knock on the door which startled you from your thoughts.

“Yes?”

The door cracked open slightly and a head popped in. Had you not felt so stressed, you may have taken the time to appreciate the sight before you. Jake Jensen was probably one of the most attractive guys in IT, very much not your average IT Joe. Frosted tips, goatee and round specs were dorky but amplified his features and personality; sharp jaw, bright eyes and a thousand-watt grin that could melt the iceiest of hearts.

“You called for IT?” He asked, opening the door a little further and grinning at you.

“Yes, oh my God.” You flap your hands and gesture worriedly to your laptop on the desk. “it ... died.”

His eyebrows raise rapidly and he nods, pursing his lips slightly. He steps into the room and shuts the door behind him before strolling towards the desk. Your already biting at your nails again, not even looking at how broad his shoulders are (shame on you).

Jake hums, taking a seat at the desk and you come up behind him.

“Died?” he quizzes, pressing the on button. You frown at him. “You sure it didn’t...” He trails and looks up at you, shrugging slightly. “Run out of battery?”

The look you give him has him raising his hands in surrender and smiling a little.

“And before you ask, yes, I turned it off and on again.” You snap, glaring down at him as a smirk tugs at his lips as he hits a few keys. You heave a sigh through your nostirls, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It froze then  gave me the black screen of death. I have a meeting later – well, my boss does but I have to run it – and there’s some important documents I need.”

Jake looks thoughtful and then taps another few keys but your laptop doesn’t respond.

“You know, I’ve seen you around the office,”  Jake says, opening his own laptop and bringing wires out of his little grab bag. “You know almost everyone’s name.”

You watch as he connects everything in awe, shrugging at his statement. “I’m here everyday. It’s hard not to know.”

You don’t realise how close you are, peering over Jake’s shoulder. You're so close he can smell your sweet perfume and it distracts him form his work; putting a USB in the wrong way and missing the  port three times.

“Do you...” He trails again, feeling his cheeks warm as he thinks better of asking if you know his name.

“Can it be fixed?” You ask anxiously, not hearing the beginning of Jake’s would-be question. You look over at him worriedly and he smiles a little nervously himself.

“Maybe,” he says, clicking on his laptop screen and bringing up screens, signs and symbols that you couldn’t comprehend. A loading bar appeared. Its green horizontal bricks flickering into view painstakingly slowly. Your eyes drift to the upper right corner of the dialogue box.

Time remaining: 1 hour

“One hour?!” you say incredulously, your face crestfallen. You were doomed.

Jake looked up at you again feeling some sympathy. Your boss was an ass and everyone knew it. You’d get the blame for a job you weren’t even meant to be doing.  

“Hey, it could take less time” He tried helpfully, giving you a reassuring nudging with his elbow and a small grin.

You rubbed your temples. “Jesus Christ.”

Jake bit back a smile. He knew he shouldn’t laugh at your misfortune – he wasn't -  you just looked very cute right now, all stressed out of your pretty little head in your tight pencil skirt and blazer. His eyes flitted to your kitten-heeled feet and he had to avert his gaze immediately. He shouldn’t be thinking about helping you relieve some stress. 

“I – I could get you a pen and paper?” He suggests and you give him a woeful look and shake your head.

“No.” You sigh and wave a hand. “Thanks, Jake. I appreciate it.”

Jake’s eyes widen slightly. He hadn’t expected you to know who he was. You rarely came by the IT desk – but when you did rush by you always threw a ‘hi’ inside, although you'd never asked him for his name. Little did he know was that the first day he’d started you had gone out of your way to find out his name and, had you not been doing a million and one tasks thanks to your boss, you had probably gone by to chat to him more. And possibly ask him out.

Work always, always, got in the way. You’d missed how he’d looked when he first entered, too distracted and stressed to focus, but now in the silence of the office and having been resigned to wait potentially an hour for your laptop to be potentially functional, you could fully appreciate him.  You let a quiet sigh of relief wash away part of your stress and smile softly down at him. Wow, his eyes were spectacularly blue. You clear your throat little, realising you’d both been stood in silence for over a minute.

Jake coughs awkwardly tapping his fingers restlessly against the wood of the desk. “No worries, Y/N. Hey, if you need some stress relief-“ He gives you another wide grin and wiggles his fingers at you. Your eyes widen, cheeks pinken, and you barely stifle a laugh.

“Excuse me?”

It was Jake’s turn for his eyes to widen and cheeks to pinken. He groans and rolls his eyes dramatically in embarassment. “I- not what I meant. I mean,” he looked at his fingers, then back to you sheepishly. What had he meant?

“No, go on. I’m listening.” You tease, smiling slightly.

“I could ...” Jake fumbles, starting to grin again. “Massage your shoulders, maybe? If you’d like?” he wiggles his fingers again, moving his eyebrows at the same time.

This time you welcome the soft chuckle that bubbles up your throat. He really was as much of a dork as he looked but he was a dork that was easing your stress little by little.

“If you’re offering.” You shrug. You mean it to be teasing, but when Jake jumps to his feet you almost stumble into the desk with a start. A nervous smile creeps over your face as he stands behind you and tentatively rests his large hands on your shoulders.

“Just relax,” his voice is quiet and warm, breath only just tickling your ear and you have to suppress a shiver. You’re about to tell him you were kidding, he doesn’t have to do this, but you stop yourself. You’re wound up and your office crush is offering not only his IT services but a quick massage to relieve tension in your shoulders. Besides, he may not even be that good, right?

Right?

Wrong.

“Oh fuck,” You moan almost pornographically as Jake’s thumb firmly unwinds a tight knot in your shoulder. His grip on your shoulders tightens and you flush red with embarrassment.

“God I’m so sorry,” you ramble. “That felt good – I didn’t realise I was so tense.”

Jake clears his throat from behind you, continuing to rub at your shoulders and back muscles, causing softer moans of satisfaction and relief to fall from your lips.  He’s too close to you, he knows that, almost pressed against you and trying to commit your sounds to memory. You sounded as good as you looked and Jake was trying to keep himself focused to segue into asking you out for drinks, or dinner or both. However, Jake being Jake, and having a beautiful woman softly moaning and whimpering under his touch sending waves of lust down south; the next words out of his mouth made him want to curl up and die.

“You’re so tight,” he comments almost nonchalantly, focused on your muscles when he feels you tense again. You let out a shaky breath and Jake immediately removes his hands from you, holding them in the air.

“Oh God,” he mutters. “I’m sorry. I-I can leave.”

You look over your shoulder at him, eyes blown wide with lust and smirk. Fuck it. You hate your boss, you’ll probably quit after today. A little payback in the form of ruining his office furniture may be what you need.

“Don’t leave,” you say quietly, turning a little more. “it’s okay. You’re not wrong.”

Jake looks at you confused, trying to slot the puzzle pieces together.

“I am tight,” you purr at him, raising an eyebrow and hoping he gets the hint. From the way his eyebrows shoot up and how he mouths in disbelief, unsure of what to say, it’s clear he’s managed to get it. “And if the offer is there, I’d love for you to help me... ease that tension.”

Jake takes a deep breath, eyes never leaving your face. You think for a moment you've just misread the room colossally. But then... he nods.  He takes a step closer to you, fingers ghosting the waist band to your pencil skirt. He swallows thickly, opening his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“Don’t talk. Just do.” You murmur, leaning close to him and brushing your lips with his. “I want to feel your hands on me again.”

You don't need to tell him twice. Jake’s hands grip your hips and pull you flush against him so quickly all breath leaves your lungs. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh and that only spurs your own excitement as you kiss him hungrily. Jake wastes no time in gripping your ass hard over your pencil skirt and you moan into his mouth in response, desperately trying to remove your blazer that's stuck on your shoulders.

"You always look so good in these," Jake pants, trailing sloppy, needy kisses down your neck. He hitched up your skirt and tugged your panties down hurriedly, before setting you on the edge of your boss' desk. You throw your blazer to the floor, finally free, and wrap your arms around his neck to hold him close.

"Should see me out of them," You tease breathlessly, his large hands kneading at your ass cheeks.

"Plan to." Jake murmurs, kissing the top of your breasts through your blouse. The rosy scent of your perfume clings to your skin and Jake inhales it greedily. You smell divine, as always. He'd always catch a waft anytime you passed by and being here, inhaling it as much as he wanted, was better than he had ever imagined it to be.

He took a moment to admire you sat there with your legs spread open for him, leaning back into your palms with a heated look. He palmed his cock through his slacks. You looked hotter than he imagined too.

"Jake," You huff, reaching between your legs and gathering hot slick from your cunt and spreading it over your clit with a choked moan. "Today, please."

Jake snaps from his trance, his hands fiddling with his belt buckle and the buttons of his slacks, eyes occasionally flicking back to your glistening folds, watching you finger yourself so confidently before him. Too impatient to remove his clothes completely, he pushes his slacks and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock, trying not to look too proud when you groan at the sight of it.

Closing the distance between you, he guides his cock over your folds, gathering the heated slick that had accumulated and mixing it with his pre cum. When the tip of his cock brushes your clit you gasp out, your free hand gripping his shoulder to steady yourself as you threw your legs over his hips. Jake curses when he feels your legs tug him closer to you, forcing his cock against you.

"Holy shit," he breathes, smiling at you. "Impatient are we?"

You smile up at him. Your eyes are wide and shimmering with lust. Jake thinks his knees might give out at the sight.

"I think I deserve a treat." You say in a low voice, the hand previously toying with your clit reaching between you to take his silky, hard length and align him with your desperate pussy. With a squeeze of your legs on his back, Jake's body inches forward slightly, the tip of his cock sinking into your heated entrance. Jake stutters a moan and his hands grip at your hips again, harder this time. Your hand releases his cock to grip at his neck instead, readying yourself for the fucking you're about to receive.

Jake’s eyes meet yours as he sinks his cock further into your slick hole, cursing as your walls flutter around him. And that face you're making. God, your face. You look utterly blissed out when his cock reaches its hilt. Jake has to bite down on his lips before a loud moan rips from his throat.

"Fuck, you feel-"

"Tight?" You offer with a teasing grin. Jake licks his lips and fights back a smile, only making him look sexier.

"Amazing." He counters, slowly moving out of you and giving a testing thrust of his hips. Now it was your turn to bite your lips. Your head falls back and you grip Jake’s shoulders even harder. He thrusts again, harder this time, and when you whimper his name and curse, he continues to fuck you with a vice like grip on your hips.

Jake trails kisses to your exposed neck and you mewl needily, a hand of yours knotting into his blond hair as you tug him to your lips. The kisses are sloppy and messy, interspersed with breathy moans and compliments from both of you. One of Jake's hands releases it's grasp on your hips and moves between you, fingers gracefully dancing over your clit.

"Fuck!" You cry out at the sensation, breaking a kiss. Your pussy clenches around Jake’s cock making his eyes roll. Jake’s fingers circle your clit faster, his mouth on yours again swallowing your moans. You can feel pressure building in your core, pleasure racing it's way up your spine leaving you light headed.

"Jake - Jake - Jay-" You're trying to warn him about the floodgates that are about to give way but you don't get a chance. Your chants of his name are cut of by a loud moan as you squirt over his cock. Your eyes roll back and if it weren't for your hold on his neck, you would have fallen back onto the desk. You definitely needed this kind of stress relief.

Your head lolls like your neck is boneless and your glassy eyes meet Jake's again behind his small glasses. He's open-mouthed and flushed, fighting to hold back from cumming as your pussy twitches gently around him after soaking his thighs.

"Shit," He hisses, moving his hips again slowly. "Did you - are you-?" A look of concern brushes his features, checking if you were okay and if you wanted to continue. You almost cum again from how sweet it is.

"Yes." You respond breathily, readjusting your grip on his neck and shoulders. "Now it's your turn. Take a seat."

You nod at your boss' chair behind you and Jake follows your gaze. Flashing you an excited smile he slips from you and, smartly, shoves his slacks and boxers to his feet before taking a seat on the comfortable leather office chair.

You slink from the desk elegantly, leaving your skirt hitched around your hips to give Jake a show of your fine ass. His eyes almost never leave your figure except for when you slide back onto his cock and they roll so far back into his head he sees his brain. Thankfully, chairs in your office are built to lean back so when Jake's back moulds to the chair he gets a much, much better angle of your pussy.

Your thighs ache from your position, legs trapped between Jake's as you fuck yourself on his cock, but you don't care. The soft moans he's trying to control, the way his hands guide your body up and down his cock only fuel your want to milk him for all he's worth. After a particularly choked moan you feel his big cock twitch inside of you.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" You ask, voice both soft and desperate. He feels amazing and he's made you feel so relaxed and happy, you're itching to give him the same feeling.

"Yeah I- oh fuck," Jake groans as your ass smacks against his thighs again, the wet sound of skin on skin making it hard to focus on speaking. "'M gonna cum."

"Cum for me, Jake. I wanna feel you cum too." You plead desperately, your bouncing on his cock becoming more and more frenzied and sloppy. Jake felt your pussy tighten around his cock again as you pumped him, drinking him in greedily. He couldn't quite warn you that he was going to cum - just like you hadn't been able to either. He'd began to curse - attempted to say your name - but ultimately feeling you cum around his cock again pushed him over the edge with a sharp intake of breath and a soundless moan.

The room is filled with your panting as you both come down from your highs, your legs still stuck between Jake’s. You twist your head to smile over your shoulder at him, admiring the blissful look and light sheen of sweat on his face.

“You good?” You ask, trying not to giggle. Jake lazily looks up at you, blue eyes glossy behind his glasses that had somehow managed to remain in tact and gives you a lopsided grin.

“More than good.” He affirms, arms slowly encircling your waist and pulling you to lean back into his chest. You oblige, feeling your heart flutter as his chin finds perch on your shoulder.

“Good.” You say quietly, your eyes meeting his. Your hands are delicately placed onto his forearm, holding him in place. A comfortable silence falls for a moment before the laptop dings signalling that whatever work Jake had begun, was now completed. You both look at the laptop a little disheartened.

Jake clears his throat and you startle, mumbling apologies as you clamber off of him, trying to keep your dissatisfaction to losing the feeling of his cock inside you to yourself. You don’t look at him as you pick your panties off the floor, a wash of shame and maybe a bit of guilt rolling over you. You should have made more of an effort to speak to him, ask him for those drinks, before jumping his very sexy bones in your boss' office.

Jake was hitching up his slacks, which thankfully managed to avoid your soaking them. His boxers were wrecked though and he'd be thinking about you all day. Again. He looks over to you, biting his lip thoughtfully before sighing.

“Hey listen,” he began, tapping at the keys of his laptop. You turned and watched him magically power your laptop back to life. “After your meeting would you... like to go to dinner? Or drinks? Or-“

“I'd love to.” You answer immediately, being ripped from your thoughts. You give Jake a bashful yet excitable smile as you turn towards him.

“Yeah?” Jake looks at you now and matches your expression when you nod. “I know a great Thai place.”

“I look forward to it.” You lean forward and peck his cheek. “And thank you, for fixing this. And for... relieving me.”

Jake’s cheeks redden again. “I should be thanking you but unfortunately, duty calls.” He sighs checking his phone and seeing a few more IT Helpdesk calls. He gives you a look that would give the most adorable of puppies a run for their money as he packs away his things. “I’ll see you later?”

You don’t answer straight away. You reach around and tuck your panties into the back pocket of his jeans, pecking his cheek again. “Later.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Can you tell I just needed something sweet after the last one?

[weministertomonsters]

A Shift In Character - 1

Your husband is coming home today. You shift listlessly on the couch, staring at the movie playing on your laptop while your mind travels hundreds of miles away, to where he must be in a hotel room, packing up and getting ready for his flight.

I'm going to have to talk to him, you think. We can't keep going on like this.

You love your husband, you really do. But it feels like at some point in your marriage of three years, you got on different trains heading in different directions. He dove headfirst into his work, while you settled down to start making a home out of your house.

You have terrible communication skills, but he isn't stupid.

He had asked what was wrong about a month ago as he hopped into bed after his nightly workout and shower.

He was home for a rare weekend off from work, and you had spent it with an amiable air between you. As if you were roommates and nothing more.

You had been reading, but now you pressed your face into your pillow and mumbled that it was nothing with your back turned to him.

What you really wanted to ask was why he wouldn't have sex with you anymore. Was there someone else? Was it because you had gained weight? Were you no longer attractive?

In your mind you screamed these questions at him. But in reality, the embarrassment froze you up so that the times he did ask, you always insisted it was nothing. So really, this is as much your fault as it is his.

That's why the guilt from last week is eating you alive. Your best friend had decided she'd had enough of your moping (you didn't want to talk to her about it either) and suggested that maybe you go to a professional.

"As in a therapist?" You'd asked, choking on your hot tea.

"Is that what you want?" She asked, speaking far too loudly and comfortably.

You snuck a burning gaze around the room and hoped no one was listening in.

"I'm fine. Therapists are for broken people," you mumbled and immediately hated how much you sounded like your father.

It was too late to take that back, though. Your friend tilted her head like she was seeing a new side of you.

"Who told you that?" She asked.

Suddenly, you felt stripped naked. You had said too much and at the same time, too little.

"I think I just need a fun night out," you said quickly, knowing it would distract her.

It worked. That was how you found yourself at a club at eleven in the evening, dancing till your feet were sore. You'd kept a strict regiment of clean living and sleeping early for a few years, but as you downed another shot you wondered why you had even bothered.

Before you knew it, your friend had disappeared in the crowd, and all of a sudden you had a stranger's hands on you. You turned to see a delightfully scruffy man with twinkling green eyes and a jaw you just want to rub your cheek against.

"Hi," you smiled and hiccupped, swaying to the beat.

He leaned in and for a second you felt his nose press against your neck, so quick that you thought maybe you imagined it. Goosebumps covered your skin.

"Where's your husband?" He asked, having to raise his voice to be heard.

"I don't know," you giggled, tossing your arms in the air. "He left me all alone."

You didn't think twice about how strangely pointed his question was. The strap of your high heel was coming loose, causing you to tip forward. You caught yourself with a hand against his chest. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to feel a sliver of his skin, burning against your palm.

"Oops. I think I drank too much," you yelled in his ear. "I drank like, way too much. You're very hot by the way."

"I know," he said and took your hand gently and led you to a table in a quiet corner and gave you a bottle of water, sitting next to you.

"You're sad," he said. "I don't like it when pretty women are sad."

You took a sip from the bottle and now that you had sat down, the sadness started to creep back in.

"I think my husband doesn't love me anymore. He won't sleep with me," you admitted, trying to adjust your dress which was riding up dangerously high.

"What a shame," he said. "I can fix that."

"Really. How?" You leaned towards him, your boobs threatening to spill out of your dress. "Can you make him love me again?"

"He'll find you irresistible," the man promised, a predatory smirk creeping onto his face.

"Let me guess, you're going to try and sell me some kind of love potion or charm," you snorted. "I don't believe in those."

"No," he said and put his hand on your thigh.

That was when you should have pushed him away and left. But that simple touch woke your body up and with the alcohol buzzing in your veins, your mind lost the battle against your body.

You let him caress your thigh, your breath quickening as he leaned in.

Just one kiss won't hurt, you thought.

But that one kiss seemed to rewire your brain. His lips were so soft and hungry against your own before you realized what you were doing, you had straddled him, barely able to keep your moans to yourself. In retrospect, he seemed to be doing it more for you than himself. Like he knew what you had been missing. He tugged at your hair and your back arched as you pressed against him. He buried his face in your neck, leaving kisses on your skin.

"So fucking pretty," he growled huskily. "Your husband shouldn't be able to take his hands off of you."

"I..." The mention of your husband was like a bucket of cold water, bringing back some of your self-control.

"I need to go," you said, putting your hands against his broad shoulders and pushing.

He chuckled but he didn't let you up. One of his hands secured your hip and the other cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in.

"Please stop," you pleaded, trying to draw on your weak conviction.

He ignored you, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on your neck and suddenly biting down. You yelped at the sting of real pain as his teeth broke the skin. You fell off his lap in shock. He grinned at you with sharp teeth and eyes that glowed faintly in the dim lighting.

A primal part of you was afraid. You stumbled to your feet wondering if the alcohol was still making you see things. You rubbed your neck but your fingers came away clean. You looked back at him, but the chair was empty. It was like he disappeared into thin air, however, the throb between your legs told you that the encounter was very real.

The next day you bought your very first toy and smuggled it home as if the bag was see-through. You came thrice in the span of an hour and that was what had sealed your decision. You had needs too, damn it. You were tired of pretending otherwise.

Fast forward to today. You'd had a glass of wine, and your courage was off the charts compared to the usual. Your heart leaps in your throat when you hear his keys jingle in the lock. You're jumping up and you're by the door when it opens.

"Welcome home!" You say, dragging him into a hug. "I missed you," you murmur against his neck.

He smells so good, you could just eat him whole.

"It's only been a week, darling," he laughs and kisses you chastely on the cheek. "Let me bring my things in."

You follow him like an affectionate puppy. Finally, he placed his suitcase in the bedroom. He's about to unzip it and start unpacking, but you're too impatient for that.

"Can't that wait?" You murmur, slipping your arms around his waist.

"I'll forget," he says. "I managed to spill wine on my favorite white shirt, I have to see if I can get it out-"

"Later." You shove him on the bed with enough force that he bounces slightly.

He stares up at you in shock, blinking as you straddle him and crawl up to his face.

"I've been so lonely," you murmur, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip.

"What's brought this on?" He asks warily. "Are you mad at me?"

"Huh? No. Why would you think that?" You ask in confusion.

"You're clutching me like an anaconda," he grumbles. "I hate to be a spoilsport but I've had a long journey, dear."

It takes a moment for you to realize he's rejecting you. You see red. A few moments later, you're landing on the floor and he's scrambling away from you.

"What the fuck, woman?" He clutches his cheek and stares at you. "All this because I want to sleep? You're the one who used to turn me down!"

"I have not ever turned you down!" You huff.

"Right. Of course. That still doesn't give you the right to slap me."

"I didn't," you say, confused.

You don't remember doing that. One moment you were on him, furious as heck, and the next, he was shoving you off the bed. When had you slapped him?

He stares at you for a long moment. "You need to blow off some steam, that's what. Maybe you should go for a run?"

Your anger comes back even hotter and you're growling low in your throat as you pick yourself off the floor.

"Are you saying I need to lose weight?" You say through your teeth, which you're grinding together so hard that your jaw aches.

He rubs his forehead. "No, darling. I'm suggesting it because it's what works for me. Besides you're so angry right now that you're flushed. We need to talk, but not like this."

You glance at yourself in the closet mirror and he's right. Your skin is red and patchy from your face to your shoulders. That's never happened before.

"Oh god. Fine," you say, grabbing your jacket and marching out of the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" He calls after you.

"Out! Get your beauty sleep," you snap and slam the door on your way out.

You hail a taxi. You know exactly where to go, and who you're going to try and find.

Read the next part here -> Part 2

[specialagentlokitty]

Derek hale x reader - future with you

Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing good, so I got a request idea while playing the sims on my laptop and I wanted to know if you would be okay writing a Derek Hale x reader where he catches reader playing the sims on her laptop and wants to see what it is but reader is very embarrassed because the sims she created are her and Derek so she tries everything for Derek to not see anything but eventually he ends up seeing everything and the reader wit for his reaction because in the game their sims have kids. Just something fun and chaotic please. - @bakakara666💜

You were sitting at your dining time, laptop in front of you, surrounded by snacks and a few bottles of your favourite pop.

You had been so immersed in this game for the whole day, that when your front door opened you had absolutely no idea.

You didn’t know until you felt someone plant there hands on your shoulders.

With a scream, you closed your laptop and shoved your chair back, falling backwards and into Derek waiting arms.

“Bit dramatic.” He chuckled.

You placed a hand over your heart.

“Oh my god Derek…”

He smirked a little, lifting you up to stand you on your feet and you turned around to look at him.

“Nice to know I still make your heart race.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes and slapped his chest and he laughed, leaning down to kiss you softly before he pulled away.

“I’ve been trying to call you.”

“Huh?”

Turning around you picked up your phone and tried to turn it on.

“It’s dead, sorry Der.”

“It’s fine, I assumed you’d be home. What’re you doing.”

You sat back down and he rested his arms on your shoulders, hugging your from behind.

“I’m playing a game, it’s called the sims, you basically create a little world and characters and live out their lives.”

“Can I see?”

You went to open your laptop and froze before you slowly moved your hands.

“No…”

“Why not?”

You didn’t say anything at first.

How did you tell him the real reason why you didn’t want him to see your game? You had no clue how he would react to it.

“You just can’t see it.”

He rested his chin on your head.

“Please?”

“Nope.”

Derek placed his hands on the side of your face and tilted your head back so you could look at him.

“Is there a reason you don’t want me to see?”

“No…”

Derek hummed a little bit, and leant down, kissing your again and he kissed your forehead.

“Alright then, well, you’ve been sat here all day, so up you get.”

You stood up and he took you through to the living room so you guys could watch films together.

Derek kept asking to see your game but you wouldn’t let him, and after almost a week of asking he gave up.

That was until he had come to your apartment, and he couldn’t find you, but when he walked past the bathroom door and he stopped and knocked on it.

“You in there?”

“Yeah!”

He opened the door and peaked his head in, and you waved at him, flicking some bubbles from your bath in his direction.

“Alright then you strange person. You want pizza or what?”

“Yeah!”

He smiled and nodded and left, closing the door again.

He walked into the living room and sat down to order your food, and when the order was placed, he set his phone down and saw your laptop open.

Curious, he picked it up and began to look through the game at what you had been doing.

You got out of the bath, and you wondered into the living room, dressed into a warm onesie and happily dropped yourself next to Derek.

You didn’t think twice about Derek on your laptop, but when you looked at the screen you froze.

“Oh no…” you whispered.

He looked down at you and you sat up, turning to face him.

“Is this us..?” He asked.

“Maybe…”

He looked at the screen and set the laptop aside, turning to look at you.

“We have kids in your game?”

“Yeah…”

Derek slowly nodded his head.

“Is that… something you think about?” He asked quietly.

You stayed quiet for a moment.

“I guess…”

You looked away.

“I guess sometimes I do.. you know.. about the future and everything…”

Derek nodded his head and he reached out, taking your hands in his.

“Is this why you didn’t want to show me?”

You shrugged a little.

“I guess… I guess I just didn’t know you know you wanted…”

Derek took a small breath and he leant over, kneeling in front of you as he brushed his nose against yours.

“I want that future with you…” he whispered

[double-0h-no]

Interlude (please hold the line)

My prompt fill for "betrayed" and 717 words (yes, this is the number I picked, and I picked it for cheesy reasons, sue me) This had the potential of getting really really angsty, and I decided to dodge that bullet and replace it with the next one.

I don't know why I thought that picking the Whump table as the one to be finished this week was a good idea. I could have picked the word count table and intersperse my Whump with some fluff, but no, now we're all stuck with a week of angst. Oh well, better planning next year, lesson learned, and all that…

I hope you enjoy it :)

on ao3

Q's on comms with Bond when something more pressing calls his attention.

In hindsight, Q couldn't say what exactly it had been that had tipped him off, but he acted fast:

"James, get out, now!", he commanded via comms while his left hand curled around the ledge of the desk to activate the silent alarm and his right went for the desk drawer where his weapon was stored.

He heard the sound blocker of James' earpiece kick in that muted any sound that would blow his eardrums out on the other side. That would have been the explosion. Someone had rigged that room, and Q had almost led Bond straight into the trap if there hadn't been something that had told him that something strange was afoot.

It would be very helpful to know what. What was it that Agent Blakely had just said?

His hand had closed around the handle of the drawer as he was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked, and he froze.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," said Blakely deceptively calm behind him, and Q let his hands drop away from the desk. 

Moneypenny was informed, and Bond sounded as if he was actually doing what he was told. It was fine.

"Q, what's going on?", came the panting voice over his headset, but he didn't dare answer. Slowly he turned around and looked at Blakely, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Well go on. Answer. And then put your headset on your desk, and let's hope that Bond doesn't begin to suspect something is wrong here, huh?"

That could prove difficult.

"Q?" Bond had audibly stopped running, his tone still all business. "Could you tell me how you knew that the room was about to blow up around me before I entered, or shall I believe you were reading that from the tea leaves in your mug?"

That was a new one. "Of course not, I found a contradiction in the intel. The rest was in the tea leaves. I'll have to leave you for a moment to find out who buggered that up, I'm sure you'll survive for that long, won't you?" And with that, he took off his headset and placed it on his desk.

Then he looked expectantly back up at Blakely.

"All right, now I need you to copy the blueprints and plans of that project you were working on with Riley and Hammond." Q clicked his tongue. That was not supposed to be common knowledge. But it was not so secret that Blakeley couldn't have overheard it some time in Q-branch.

He studied the agent from head to toe. Blakely was incredibly calm, his gun steadily pointed at Q, as if this was just another day on the job. And it was. Q was deceptively calm, too, like this sort of thing happened to him twice a month.

Blakely tossed him a USB drive he caught easily and plucked it into the laptop that was disconnected from all systems. When he was sure there really was nothing on it, and the red dot appeared at the bottom of his screen. His computer was now running on the dummy system. Someone upstairs from admin had entered the code to cut Q-branch off from the MI6 network.

"All right. I assume the alternative is getting shot?"

Blakely huffed. "Who do you take me for, Quartermaster? No, if you don't comply, I'll shoot the minions." If possible, the room grew even more quiet. Q sighed. Not as if he'd do it any differently.

"Very well." Q turned to his desktop and selected the file, copied to the drive. "I will hang on to this until we're out of the building, assuming I'm your ticket out of here." Something like respect showed on Blakely's face, and he gestured with his gun for Q to make his way to the exit. On his way, Q directed a glare at his minions. This was not a moment for heroism. There were others for that.

Blakely followed him at a safe distance but Q had no illusions that he would end up in a choke-hold with a gun to his temple sooner rather than later.

"I figured you'd ask me why by now," Blakely started a poor attempt at smalltalk, and Q rolled his eyes.

"Traitors aren't all that interesting."

[emma23]

Notes from the shadows 2:

Santiago Garcia x reader

————————————————————————

Y/N tried to ignore the ring. She stuffed it into her drawer, hoping that by simply pretending it didn’t exist, everything would go back to normal. But it didn’t. It never did with him.

Two days later, she came home from work to find that her front door was slightly ajar. Her heart dropped into her stomach.

“Okay, this is fine,” she whispered to herself, reaching into her bag for some kind of weapon. The only thing she had was a half-empty bottle of hand sanitizer. Really useful, Y/N.

She pushed the door open, tiptoeing inside. Everything looked the same, but something felt…off. The air was different, as if someone had been in her space, moved through her home.

Then, she saw it.

The cabinet door under the sink—where the latch had been broken for months—was now perfectly fixed. She crouched down, inspecting it. There was no doubt: someone had been in her house, and they’d fixed the damn cabinet.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she muttered, standing up.

The phone in her pocket buzzed. She jumped, fumbling with it, and saw a new message from an unknown number.

You’re welcome.

Her mouth dropped open.

“This guy…”

Y/N had had enough. She grabbed her phone, furiously typing a response.

Who do you think you are? Stay out of my house!

Almost instantly, a reply came.

I’m just helping you out. You needed a fix.

She threw her phone onto the couch, pacing back and forth in frustration. This was beyond creepy now. He was in her house—fixing things, leaving notes, slipping rings into her nightstand like it was the most normal thing in the world. And worse? She didn’t even know how to stop him. No one believed her, and Santiago knew that.

She sighed, plopping onto the couch and staring at the ceiling. “How did I end up with a stalker who’s also a handyman?”

Meanwhile, Santiago Garcia was very pleased with himself.

He’d been watching Y/N for months now, and she hadn’t even noticed half the things he’d done for her. Fixing the cabinet was just a small gesture. He’d also patched the hole in her bedroom wall, tightened the screws on her wobbly table, and installed new lightbulbs in her hallway. She was practically living in a luxury apartment now—thanks to him.

But she still hadn’t worn the ring.

Santiago wasn’t a patient man, but he figured Y/N just needed time. After all, relationships were all about trust, right? And he was definitely building trust—whether she realized it or not. He glanced at the small surveillance feed on his laptop, watching her sulk on the couch. She looked so cute when she was angry.

“What’s the point of doing all this if she doesn’t appreciate it?” he muttered to himself, closing the laptop. Maybe she just needs a little more convincing.

Later that night…

Y/N was already on edge as she brushed her teeth, the eerie feeling of being watched still clinging to her like a second skin. It didn’t help that her phone buzzed every few hours with another cryptic message from Santiago. She’d stopped responding at this point, figuring it was better to pretend she didn’t care.

She was about to head to bed when she heard a soft creak coming from the living room. Her heart rate spiked. She grabbed the nearest object—her toothbrush—and slowly made her way toward the sound.

“Hello?” she called out, half hoping no one would answer.

Silence.

But when she stepped into the living room, she froze. The room was empty, except for one glaring detail: there was a brand-new couch sitting where her old, worn-out one used to be.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

“Okay, what the hell?” she whispered.

There was no way Santiago had replaced her couch without her noticing…right?

She stood there, stunned, until her phone buzzed again. She didn’t need to check it to know what the message said. Santiago had officially upgraded from fixing cabinets to replacing furniture, and now she had no idea what to do.

Grabbing her phone, she frantically typed another message.

Did you just replace my couch???

The reply was almost instantaneous.

It looked uncomfortable. You deserve better.

Y/N let out a frustrated groan, dropping the phone onto the new couch. She could already feel her sanity slipping away. She sank into the cushions, begrudgingly admitting that the couch was, in fact, ridiculously comfortable.

“I swear to God, Santiago, I don’t know whether to call the cops or send you a thank-you note,” she muttered to herself, rubbing her temples.

Just then, her phone buzzed one more time. This time, it wasn’t a message.

It was a picture.

Her blood ran cold as she opened the image, her breath hitching in her throat.

It was a photo of her. Asleep. In her own bed.

The caption?

Sweet dreams, Y/N.

[kasarawolf]

Guess whose computer died again?? The answer may surprise you!

It’s mine :))) It turned off at least 8 times yesterday (saying no charge) stuttered during a game session with my boyz and then it froze twice last night, resulting in me having to force shut down. This morning it won’t turn on at all.

The pic is of the drawing I was working on before it crashed.💀 I am not sure if the drawing made it out alive honestly. I am hoping it did because one of the good things about Photoshop is the auto save it does in case of a crash, but I’m not certain. I was finally starting to get out of my art block :(

UPDATE: The mother board was damaged from the overheating incident, where all the fans went bad in it about a month or so ago. It turns on for a couple seconds, then goes off. When it comes on, black screen. I opened up a case with LENOVO since I still have a warranty, but I am not sure how long it will take for them to come fix it. Or if it could be fixed :((( Looking at possibly buying a new one, but its pricey. $2,500 for the updated version of my laptop (since mine is now 4 years old) Unhappy.

[kathegoose]

very rough doodle i fought for my laptop's life. my mspaint was being quirky so i used The Big Program and then my laptop froze twice, then bluescreened twice. all for a little drawing of mimic with a roach👍

[wndaswife]

Hey! I I know it's random but what are your top 10 favorite Mitski songs ? (Idk if you've already answered this question in the past so sorry if you have 😅)

omg i tried to answer this twice before and i kept getting distracted... literally my laptop also just froze while answering this and i had to force quit the browser LMFAO anyways this is ROUGHLY what it is (also no i don't think anyone has asked me top 10!)

im your man

francis forever (the bass and the opening is TOOOO elite)

i will

geyser

drunk walk home

first love late spring

remember my name

only heartbreaker

pearl diver

liquid smooth

[madneedshelp]

Funny Seeing You Here- Sam Kiszka x F!Reader

Summary: It’s been years since you last saw your ex-boyfriend. Somehow, you’ve managed to run into him twice in a weekend. Is the coincidence of it all enough to convince you that maybe there’s a reason for it all, despite the way you left things?

Note: This kind of tense/angsty and idk why I decided I needed it to be a thing, but here you go

The last time you stood face-to-face with Sam Kiszka, you were shrouded in angry tears with harsh words lingering between the two of you. Then you left. 

That was four years ago. 

You had never imagined that you’d see him again. After all, Nashville was a big city and you were only in town for a few days to visit a friend. But here he was, and here you were, at the same fucking coffee shop on a random Friday morning. 

You had been trying to get some work done before you went out later, but as soon as you’d packed up your laptop and gathered your things, you looked up and he was there. The two of you locked eyes and froze. What the hell kind of karma was this? Why was he here of all places?

He seemed to snap out of it first. He took a step toward you, your name starting to form on his lips, but you hurried past him looking straight ahead. You couldn’t handle this today. It was too weird.

Still, you caught an odd flash of…disappoint as you exited the coffee shop. 

The whole encounter, despite it being so brief, plagued your thoughts all the way back to your friend’s apartment. It didn’t hurt that you’d known her for most of your life, but she sensed it on you immediately.

“What’s got you in a funk? Did something happen with work?” Allie quirked an eyebrow at you.

You set your stuff down on the kitchen table with a sigh. “I think I just saw Sam.” 

“What?! Sam like Sam that you dated for like all of high school?” She gasped at you.

Another set of footsteps padded into the kitchen as Lena, Allie’s girlfriend, wandered in. 

“What’s going on?” She yawned, looking between the two of you.

“Nothing much, I just ran into my ex.” You shrugged in attempt to downplay the whole thing. 

Allie was not about to let that go that easily, however. She let out a scoff and folded her arms. “Oh just ran into him? You say as though you were together for four years and then he just left.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah thanks for clarifying that.” 

Lena and Allie had only been together for about a year and a half, so Lena didn’t know all the nitty gritty details of your relationship’s downfall. 

“So what happened with you two?” Lena furrowed her eyebrows in concern. Though you’d not known her nearly as long Allie, she was caring enough to quickly become a close friend.

You let out another sigh as you thought about the chaos that was that day four years ago for the second time in an hour.

•••••

“Hey hon, how are you? How was the end of your first semester of college? Feels like you haven’t been around in ages!” Karen Kiszka smiled at you as she let you inside her home. 

“I’m good, and still wiped from finals.” You returned her grin. “It’s good to be back for the summer though. I’ve missed you all.”

“We’ve missed having you. Especially Sammy. Speaking of, he’s up in his room. I won’t keep you any longer.” Karen winked at you with a chuckle. 

She’d always been so kind to you. You and Sam had been together for four years and she’d always made you feel so welcome in the Kiszka home.

You made your way up to Sam’s room and knocked on the door three times. It was the same pattern he liked to use on your window when he used to sneak over.

Instantly, you heard footsteps and the door swung open to reveal your lanky boyfriend. It had been at least two months since you’d seen him in person and you missed him like crazy. 

“Sammy!” You flung your arms around him and wrapped him in a tight hug. 

He returned the embrace after a brief second, but you tried not to dwell on his hesitation. After all, the two of you had been texting last night about how you couldn’t wait to see each other as soon as you got back home. 

You felt him press a quick kiss to the top of your head and you pulled back to smile at him. “God, I missed you.”

He smiled back, but it didn’t look quite as genuine. “I’ve missed you too.”

You walked over to his bed and plopped down. “So, how’s the band stuff going? Oh, and how are your brothers and Ronnie and Danny? I should probably say hi to them at some point, especially Ronnie. She got so mad that I didn’t visit her last time I was home.” 

Sam joined you on the bed, but he didn’t grab your hand or wrap his arm around you like normal. “They’re all doing pretty good. Not here unfortunately, you’ll have to catch them another time.”

You shrugged. “Well that’s alright, I mean I’d rather spend time with you anyway. Seriously, fill me in on everything!”

Sam seemed to stiffen slightly. “Well, Greta is really picking up. We’ve been writing a lot lately and we’ve got a lot of shows booked.” 

You poked his arm. “Okay Mr. Rockstar, that all sounds fantastic, so tell me why you look so unenthusiastic.” 

Sam took a breath and then scooted to face you. “Because I think we need to end this.” 

You blinked at him. It was like you were being hit with a truck that had slowly been creeping up on you since you entered his room today. 

“Are you really suggesting we break up right now?” You stared at him in shock.

This explained why he was being so weird today, but just last night he sounded normal. You called all the time and things were normal. How long had he been faking? 

He nodded silently.

You let out a bitter laugh. “Do I at least get to know why? I mean, four fucking years, Sam. That’s how much of my life I’ve spent with you. Can I get more than a fucking nod?” 

With your rising anger, you could sense him growing more irritated. 

“Listen, the band is getting busier. Like I said, things are picking up. We’re thinking of moving out to Nashville. I barely see you as it is, how are we going to have time once I’m out there?” He practically spat the words at you. 

“We’ve been doing long distance for a year, and you have a problem with it now? If I’m gone anyways, what difference does it make if you’re here or in Nashville?” 

Sam chuckled darkly. “Oh yes, I forgot that our relationship revolves around where you are. All that matters is that you’re gone, not what’s going on in my fucking life!”

You gaped at him, eyes burning as tears were forming. “I didn’t say that!” 

“You clearly didn’t listen either. I said I’m busy now! Things are actually happening for me and I. Don’t. Have. Time. For. Us.” 

Those words hung between the two of you for a moment. Tears were fully streaming down your cheeks now, but you weren’t sad, you were furious. All thoughts of trying to fight for your relationship were instantly shoved away. You weren’t fighting for someone who didn’t want to try.

“Well, fuck you too, Sam.” You grabbed your keys and headed for the door. 

•••••

“Oh shit, that is bad.” Lena winced as you finished your recap.

“I know. We haven’t talked since then. Not even a text. Shit, I haven’t even listened to a Greta Van Fleet song since we broke up.”

Allie walked over and slung an arm around your shoulders. “Neither have I, I would like to point out. Solidarity and all that.”

You chuckled and nudged her away. “Which I told you you didn’t have to do. Just because things ended bad doesn’t mean I’m praying for their downfall or anything.”

“So did he see you or say anything to you?” Lena asked.

You shook your head. “We just saw each other in passing, we didn’t talk or anything. I kind of beelined for the door.” 

“But did he look like he wanted to talk?” Allie narrowed her eyes at you.

“I don’t know, maybe? I didn’t look that closely. Let’s just forget about that. I’m here to spend time with you all, not talk about my ex. Let’s focus on the important thing. I believe someone mentioned getting lunch earlier?” 

•••••

You were happy to say you didn’t think about Sam for the rest of the day. The three of you had went out to lunch and walked around the shops for a bit. Allie and Lena showed you some of their favorite places in the city. Finally, you all came back to the apartment and got ready to go out for the night. 

About two hours and some slightly slutty outfits later, the three of you were on your way to one of the newer bars in the area. They had just opened a couple weeks ago and your friends were dying to check it out with you. 

It felt great to dress up and go out like you used to with Allie during college. Of course it was nice to have Lena around now too. You did have to appreciate that they made sure you never felt like a third wheel.

As soon as you got to the bar, you offered to go grab drinks for your little group. Allie and Lena went to go find you a table in the crowded venue. You went ahead and opened a tab because you had a feeling the three of you would make use of that, and went ahead and ordered all of your usuals. 

“I’ll have one of those too, actually.” 

You knew that voice. It was a little different, but you could still tell who it belonged to. Your head whipped to the side to face Sam. 

The bartender went to work on all the drinks, which left the two of you to wait in silence. You have got to be fucking kidding me, you thought as you pressed your lips together in a tight smile.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s been a while.” Sam gave you a similar expression to the one you were wearing.

“Hi, Sam, and yeah I guess it has.” 

Now that you were this close to him, actually talking to him, you saw how different he looked. His hair was still long, but he’d grown some facial hair. He honestly just looked…older. Kind of like he’d grown into himself more. 

“How have you been? What brings you to good ol’ Nashville?” 

You appreciated his attempt at humor to lighten the tension. “I’ve been doing good. I’m here visiting friends for the weekend. Congratulations by the way, I’ve heard that Greta Van Fleet is doing really good.”

He gave you a small smile at that as he nodded. “Thank you, we are actually. We’ve been touring a lot lately since the new album came out, but it’s been incredible. The guys are thrilled about it all too.”

“I’m really glad it’s all worked out for you guys, you worked really hard.” You truly meant it, you were proud of them. “Looks like Nashville was the right move for you after all.” 

As soon as those words slipped out, you wished you could undo it. You didn’t mean that in a snarky way and you really didn’t mean to say it at all, but it was too late for that. Whatever semblance of a friendly conversation grew tense again. 

“Y/N, look, I was such an ass.” Sam started, but you cut him off quickly.

“Listen, I really didn’t mean that to come out the way it did. All I meant was Nashville really helped you guys, it’s pretty obvious that Frankenmuth isn’t overflowing with recording studios and producers. And I really am happy that you guys have done so well.” You held up your hands defensively and you blurted your explanation.

Sam shook his head. “Still, I really should apologize. I was awful to you and it wasn’t fair, and honestly you should be pissed. I shouldn’t have just ended it, especially not the way that I did. I hurt you, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

You were silent for a moment. It did feel kind of good to know that he regretted what he did, but something still didn’t sit completely right with you. 

“Can I…Can I ask why you did it? I know what you said, but was that really it, Sam?” You asked hesitantly.

He sighed and leaned against the bar. Your drinks were done a while ago, but the two of you didn’t even notice. “I was honestly just being really stupid. I was hurt that you were away at college doing great and being happy and I was hurt because I missed you and…I think I got pissed that I was being so pathetic about it all and I was tired of hurting. Pushing you away was the worst way I could have dealt with it all. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did and what I said to you.”

Hearing his answer made you more unsure than before. You genuinely couldn’t tell if it helped or made it worse to know that. If you both had talked it out, you might’ve been able to work through it at the time. But you didn’t want to get caught up in what could’ve been. You didn’t want to spiral to that place after being over it for so many years.

You grabbed you and your friend’s drinks and turned to go. Before you walked off, you spun to face him. Leaving him hanging after that felt wrong. After all, he was essentially your best friend for those four years and you used to truly love him.

“You did hurt me, and I guess I hurt you too. We were young, neither of us really knew how to handle shit. Hell, we’re still young and stupid now. My point is, I forgave you a long time ago, and I think you should move past it too.” 

That was probably an incredibly cheesy, embarrassing thing to say, but you felt like you needed to say it. You were glad you said it. Now, you were fully prepared to run back to your table to deal with your embarrassment.

“Wait!” He blurted as you took a step away.

Once more you turned to face him. “Yeah?”

“How long will you be in town?” 

“Until Tuesday. Why?”

He looked as embarrassed as you felt. “Would you maybe want to get coffee before you go? Just to catch up, I swear. It was nice talking to you again, and I’d like to talk some more if you’re okay with it.”

You wanted to laugh at the irony, since you saw him at the coffee shop this morning. Was coffee a good idea? Well, it was just coffee. No implications, no commitments. Just coffee. And fuck, you kind of missed talking to him too. This didn’t mean you were going to immediately forget everything and get back together. Just. Coffee. 

“Yeah, I think I’d be okay with that.” You smiled. 

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Kinsey

Ship: Wade Wilson x Corey (one-off)

Word Count: 914

Summary: This one-off timeline is brought to you by; baby fever induced by seeing cute tiny humans in my day-to-day life and a rapidly approaching period. It was required for my mental health to write Wade being soft and dadly. CWs for Wade essentially breaking into my s/i's apartment (though there are no hard feelings in this situation), Wade being kind of stalkery, brief pregnancy mention.

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife

Corey had, unwittingly and unknowingly, attracted and befriended one Deadpool a few months ago. Deadpool was a mercenary who was very particular about his branding… not once had Corey seen what was beneath the red and black spandex suit. Frankly, it hadn’t yet crossed his mind to ask. Corey was, among many things, a part-time bartender. Wade had come into their workplace, initially on duty, but became distracted by Corey’s “sad sexiness.” Wade had described him as a cemetery statue that had seen better days. It didn’t amuse him at the time, but he had grown to understand what his odd “friend” meant. Since that night, Wade had regularly visited Corey. Recently he had even begun to find him outside of work. He dreaded the day he showed up unannounced at his apartment.

Unfortunately, this was that day. Corey had been savouring a moment of peace with a mug of cocoa and his laptop when he heard a rattling at his window. He looked up and nearly spilt his drink when he saw Deadpool clinging to the false balcony and waving happily. He set aside his things and opened the window.

“What the Hell?” He hissed as the merc forced his way into the apartment.

“You weren’t picking up my calls so I decided I’d make sure you weren’t dead,” he grinned under his mask. “Luckily, you aren’t!”

“Keep it down…” Corey waved his hands down as he spoke in a lowered tone. “How did you find my address??”

Regrettably, Deadpool didn’t heed Corey’s request and continued to talk at his natural volume, which could border on loud if he was excited. “I put a tracker on your phone, duh. That’s how I knew it wasn’t dead, so something had to be up with you, specifically—”

“Shhh!!” Too late. A faint crying could be heard down the hall and Corey sighed, running his hands over his face. “I just put him down for a nap…”

The glaring white eyes of Deadpool’s mask blinked slowly as Corey bustled off. He soon followed, the cogs in his mind turning. He gasped as they entered a small nursery. In a wool-lined crib, a baby was fussing.

“Did the bad man wake you up, hm?” Corey cooed in a tired voice as he began to soothe the infant.

“You have a kid?!”

“Deadpool.”

“Sorry, sorry…” He lowered his voice, “You have a kid??”

“I do.”

“But… you’re so young, I mean…”

Corey snorted. “Don’t have to tell me twice. If it wasn’t for my ex I wouldn’t be stuck with him.” He gently bounced the baby on his chest, pressing his nose against his head. “I wouldn’t give him up for the world.”

“How old is he?” The merc was being uncharacteristically gentle and still, as if simply standing in the same room as the child would cause him to combust.

“A year. His name’s Kinsey, after my ex’s grandfather. Went through the whole ordeal of getting me pregnant, manipulating me into having him, naming him, and then he… well, I threw him out because I was sick of his shit. But he refuses to pay child support. So it’s up to me to make sure little Kenny can afford to go to school, when the time comes.”

They were both quiet for a moment. Wade was imploding. Everything he thought he knew about Corey was flipped upside down in that moment, and he knew that he had to make a decision. Corey said something and it came to him muffled.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you wanted to hold him.”

Wade completely froze. “Oh, uhm, I…”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. He’s almost back asleep.”

He stiffly held out his arms and made some sort of noise of encouragement. Corey gave him a funny look, then carefully lowered Kinsey into his arms. I haven’t done this in so long.

“You don’t have to hold your breath,” Corey teased lightly, placing a hand on his bicep. “He’s fragile, but you’re not going to hurt him by exhaling. This your first time holding a baby?”

“... No…” He slowly released his breath and let himself relax into muscle memory. “But I don’t really want to talk about that right now.”

Corey nodded. “That’s okay. I mean, this is the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen you, so I’m not going to judge… and I’m certainly not going to push you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

Another pause. “Why don’t you go sit down? You look exhausted. I can put him down.”

Corey hesitated, then tightened his grip on Wade’s arm. His expression was deadly serious. “I know this is just a little thing in the grand scheme, but I’m putting a lot of trust in you, Deadpool. That’s a huge fucking thing considering your line of work and general… haphazardness. Do you understand what I’m getting at here?”

“Yes,” Deadpool responded in an equally serious tone. I wouldn’t dream of hurting your kid. Even if he becomes a future hit, I’d kill the guy who put out the hit before even thinking of touching this rosy-cheeked bundle of joy.

“Good.” Corey’s hand relaxed and he left the room. Kinsey had finally fallen asleep.

“Don’t give your old man too much Hell, alright? He’s working really hard for you,” Wade whispered before putting him back in the crib. If I walk out now he’ll think I’m just like his ex. Damn it, I am such a fucking sap!