#TWENTY88 masterlist

[blissfulsun]

I said fuck havin’ a chill night to myself and finally cooked this up for u guys. First excerpt from the TWENTY88 series & its mature so enjoy at your discretion✨

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Déjà Vu • Jeff Wittek

He’s at another party, LA skyline so pretty dusted in pink from the roof top view that Jeff almost forgets why he’s stepped away from the fun.

You’re on his mind.

All he can hear in the music is your ringing laughter, body dancing in the crowd, on the tables, on him is the only vision clear behind his blurry eyes.

He’s fucked, truly. How is your name still the only one he can remember when his own is slurred in his mouth?

You’re in bed on the other side of town, Friday night spent under the bed sheets hiding from the real world but your phone still clutched in your hands.

The right side of the bed used to be warm with his presence, limbs tangled with no care for the messages blowing up your notifications begging to come out.

Jeff would always come through like that, only pick up the phone on the first ring when it’s your name lighting up his screen.

Fuck you into the mattress and then braid your hair before bed, TV replaying old episodes of a show you don’t care about, not when the other is laid bare right under your hands.

You almost call, thumb hovering over the number that’s been blocked for months before now. 

The doorbell ringing is a good enough distraction for now.

You can’t help but wonder if it’s a sign, a three note sound that echoes in your brain as a warning while your bare feet skip down the stairs and to the front door.

It feels like the universe is mocking you when it opens to Jeff’s looming figure on the other side. 

‘Can I help you?’ There’s no smile gracing your pretty mouth, arms folded over your chest as you lean against the door and silently block his way inside.

A couple minutes ago he was all you could think about, withdrawal a delicious kind of torture that almost had you calling him over, pride and mind aside. 

There’s no relief in the way you look each other in the eye.

Jeff leans closer, figurative first step in the way his breath stutters in his chest at the sight of you with nothing but a t-shirt and panties illuminated by the hallway lights. 

‘Missed me doll?’ He’s almost inside, one foot through the door and you can’t decide whether you want him to stop or keep going.

It’s eerily reminiscent of every argument you’ve ever had, each fall out that only resulted in him showing up at your door in the middle of the night just like this.

Except it’s been nearly six months since Jeff has called you his, since you slammed the door behind you, bags in tow and a ‘I never want to see you again’ said as goodbye. 

Your mind is conflicted, always has been when he’s both the person who’s causes you pain and then wipes your eyes dry.

Don’t let him inside, your mind screams, flashbacks of how he’s walked around all fine, like the two of you were nothing, a thing of the past.

Jeff finds his way inside, always does, through the tiniest crack in your armour that’s been your body missing his touch tonight, the ghost of a smirk is already there, lifting his mouth before your fingers wrap around the collar of his leather jacket and pull him down to meet your lips. 

He tastes almost the same, cigarettes and honey that wraps around your tongue as you moan in his mouth.

‘Missed you’ Jeff mumbles, hands grabbing at you anywhere he can, body pushing you against the door as it closes with a slam.

The whine that leaves your lips when he pulls away makes him smirk for half a second, hooded eyes staring down at the pretty picture: you’re crushed between the wood and his hardened body, pink lips wet with his saliva, every breath stuttered.

Jeff looks you in the eye as he guides his hands under the t-shirt you wore to bed, it’s not his and the thought of you no longer finding comfort in wearing his clothes at night almost drives him as wild as your hands pulling your panties down simutaneously with his lifting the material over your head. 

‘Fuck...’ You look far too smug, lips lifting in half a smirk at the way Jeff’s eyes fall to your chest and down to your glistening core before he’s on you again.

The kiss makes your knees tremble, his revenge executed as he sucks on your tongue. 

‘You want it against the wall or upstairs baby?’ Jeff pulls away long enough to ask, taking his chance to nip at your earlobe as he awaits your answer.

You’re intoxicating every one of his senses, mouth sweet with the taste of your skin, replacing any last drop of liquor left inside his mind. 

Your only answer is wrapping your thighs around his middle, hands clutching at the ends of his hair while Jeff laughs before twirling the two of you around to make his way up the stairs.

You don’t give yourself time to notice just how much longer his hair has gotten, lips wrapping around the skin of his throat, kisses littered in purples that force him to grip your ass in warning. 

The room is different, walls repainted and frames missing from their rightful place. Jeff pauses in his rediscovery of the place when your fingers rip the leather jacket from his body.

The touch is igniting, warmth spreading within his chest as you remove every last article of clothing from his body.

He convinces himself it’s the way your fingers rake down the expanse of his exposed torso that sets his heart racing rather that the familiarity of having your frame so painstakingly close again. 

He shakes his head as if to get rid of the thought. ‘M gonna devour you’ the promise is almost growled as you fall against the satin sheets of your king sized bed as Jeff follows, crawling on top of you. 

‘Shut the fuck up’ you can’t help but beg while pulling him back to meet your mouth. It’s messy, teeth clashing as you take your last chance to battle for even a slither of control.

One of you moans, a broken cry swallowed up by your mouths before Jeff pulls away to watch you writhe under him at the slightest touch. 

‘Missed you angel, so fuckin’ bad’ he repeats.

You roll your eyes, almost ask him to be quiet again when the words die on your tongue as his fingers slip to your warm core and massage around your clit. 

‘That’s my girl’ your body arches off the bed, broken cries his favourite melody.

It makes Jeff slid down until he’s face to face with his favourite sight, you’re glistening, the smell heady and so intoxicating it makes him nuzzle you without warning. 

He pulls away far enough to add, ‘missed this pussy’ before licking up your folds, tongue lapping as you buck your hips for more.

The slurping sounds of his mouth greedily encompassing around your clit is pornographic, bouncing off the bare walls, cold fingers gripping your thighs to keep them open for him. 

The sight of you almost makes him cum without reciprocated touch: brows furrowed and lips formed into an ‘o’ that sends Jeff’s mind reeling with memories of those same pretty lips wrapped around his dick in the past.

You taste even better that he remembered, mind drifting and mouth salevating at the haunting recollections late at night: sweetness he’s been deprived of for months. 

‘What the fu-’ you protest at the absence of his mouth before he moves to hover of you.

‘Sorry doll, ‘m gonna lick you clean later - need to be inside you right now before I bust’ he confesses.

There’s no fumbling for his wallet, no scooting up to the chest of draws by your bedside or sound of wrapper tearing as you stretch your legs wide open to welcome him inside.

Jeff groans at the feeling, velvety and tight in the way you wrap around him like a vice.

He’s the only one you’ve ever let have you like this: raw and animalistic in spite of the comfort of having him this close that echoes in your mind. 

The thoughts silenced by the feeling of his hips slotting against your own as he bottoms out.

 ‘Please’ Jeff smiles, ‘please what doll?’ in any other instance you’d smack your lips and roll your eyes at the boyish pride that dances behind his darkened eyes.

This time, you concede. ‘Please fuck me, hard’ 

Jeff pauses, long enough to take a mental snapshot of the way you feel under his hands, soft and pliant to the touch.

He knows how much you want it, his own mind flooded with a wanton reminder of what used to be, what he had every night.

The way to keep that at bay presents itself in the bone shattering thrusts he sets with an unrelenting pace. 

You take it all as his fingers dig into your sides, one hand travelling to pull at your hair so harsh it leaves a burning sensation on your scalp.

It’s enough to have you toeing the line between pain and pleasure within minutes, moans pretty as they leave your mouth every time he slams his tip against your g spot. 

Jeff grabs your face, hold forceful in a silent reminder to open your eyes and let him watch you come undone. 

‘Come on doll, be a good girl and come for daddy’ he kisses you again, still tasting faintly of tequila he knows you fucking hate. 

‘On my cock, c’mon you can do it’ you open your mouth to say something that gets lost in between the onslaught of curses and high pitched moans of his name as you finally cum.

Jeff follows, on the brink of something so spectacular in how you tighten around his length and pull him in with each thrust, his eyes watching your own close before he shoots his load and paints your walls in milky white. 

The weight of his body crushing your own once he falls atop you in the aftermath is too comforting to allow any protests past your sore throat, at least for now.

It’s deja vu, how you fall asleep wrapped up so tightly in each other once he finally pulls out only to pull you back atop his chest and against the pillows as you each drift off to avoid the conversation that should follow.

Jeff wants to ask you if you’ve missed him half as much as he’s longed for you since July, instead, he kisses the top of your head as your gentle snores lull him to sleep.

You almost blink the exhaustion away for long enough to tell him to either leave or stay forever, but the darkness envelopes you before either course altering demand leaves your mouth.

[rkived]

tag games

tagged by: @latetaektalk​  ♡ ty !!

tagging: @periminkle​ @dewykth​ @userseok​ @taeramisu​ @glossyfever​ ((do whichever u haven’t done yet if u want hehe)) 

tag game one: first and last

rule: post the first line of a wip as well as the last line you’ve written so far!

wip title: ‘‘finders keepers’’ ((also like this isn’t one of actual wips bc i am working on absolutely nothing atm dkfjskd))

first line:  The mourners weren’t exactly pleased by the sudden weather change, but you knew that Eunhee would’ve enjoyed it.

last line: You didn’t really have the energy to read it, even worse knowing she had left it for you. 

tag game two: music shuffle

rule: put on any of your playlists on shuffle and expose the first five songs!

i used my ‘‘chaotic evil’’ playlist for this one dkdjs

empty cup - diamond white

research - big sean ft ariana grande

brown - kyle dion 

dejà vu - twenty88 

ICY GRL - saweetie

tag game three: writing quiz

what is your ideal setting for focusing on your writing?

ideally speaking i’d love to write on a mountain surrounded by trees and wind blowing bUT irl i always write in my room nd nowhere else 

what is your favourite genre to write?

ANGST, i love to write it just as much as i like to read it <3 i love some good old heartbreak filled with drama bc the realism is perfect 

do you prefer to write on paper, or digitally?

digitally bc i make a ton of mistakes or end up deleting smthn tho there was a time where i did write on paper for some odd reason ??? 

it’s the middle of the night and you suddenly wake up with an idea. what do you do?

i write duh ! i tend to remember most of my ideas but i feel like the burst of inspo only happens in that exact moment 

who is your favourite person to write about?

my masterlist says jungkook, might be bc he’s my bias but i just find him so easy to write abt ?? but i also enjoy taehyung even tho i have not released anything for him </3

do you like making your own characters, or do you usually write about real people?

i’m a fanfic writer which means i write abt real ppl tho i try giving them new personalities but still use certain aspects of who they seem to be !

have you ever written a book, or a story with more than 15 chapters (100k words)?

yes i am a slow burn bitch ! i wrote like 40+ chapters on a luke from 5sos fanfic once aha 

how often do you get ideas?

very very veeeeery often, a lil too much even but i get ideas n just never use them ((so if u want them lmk hehe))

do you ever get an idea that you really like, but just can’t seem to finish?

pffff all the time lmao i think that’s my biggest issue as a writer ! i always get an idea but i don’t really know how to develop it further or always hit a wall that inmediately makes me lose interest in it ;(

what is your least favourite plot?

i think the predictable ones ?? like i can already tell what’s going to happen by the first few paragraphs, i still read them tho with the hope the author will throw a plot twist somewhere but if it’s the way i thought it was going to end then it just leaves me unsatisfied :(

[toejistomatoes]

𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐘. nineteen. she - they.

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

rules. masterlists. tags. tag list form.

title - character. title - character

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

currently… thinking about toeji

listening to… push it - twenty88

[blissfulsun]

TWENTY88 concepts masterlist

(s) for mature

déjà vu (s)

[remember all the nights you used to fall through]

selfish (s)

[shoulda took the warning signs on nights i hit you & you ain’t get back to me]

on the way

[i been going all day and now i need to hear you call my name]

push it 

[i think i can see my life with your eyes]

two minute warning 

[see i get to see a side of you that they don’t know]

talk show 

[my dad used to say real love can be the best illusion]

memories faded 

[wishing you could come and not come and go]

london bridge

[only two times i ever needed you was now and forever]

[blissfulsun]

Masterlist

updated 02/01/21

Personal favourites are marked with a little •

(s) for mature

**I AM NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS FOR THE PERSON BELOW**

Jeff Wittek

blurbs & concepts can be found here

One shots/Stories:

Infatuated 

In which Jeff knows you’re worth waiting for

Actions Speak Louder Than Words 

It’s just a game of who’s going to say it first

Anything For You

You’ve got him wrapped around your finger

Artistic License 

Jeff could watch you paint all day long

Here For You

Clumsy Zane leads to some revelations

Will They, Won’t They

It’s never black and white with you and him

Ultimatum 

It should’ve been you & I against the world baby

Forbidden Fruit •

The heart wants what it wants. And yours has been cracking your rib cage in it’s need for him

Miscommunications

Jeff jumps to conclusions, you realise something

Wake Up Love (s)

The best sight to wake up to

Pretty Little Fears •

The two of you have history: you have questions, Jeff only hopes he’ll have the right  answers 

Home’s wherever I’m with you

You play pretend long enough to build a home

Secret Love

You’re his, whether others know it or not 

No Strings Attached

It’s only sex. Until feelings somehow entangle themselves within the messy bedsheets.

Easy Transition

Things are still new between you while you navigate friendship blooming into something so much more

Vinyard Flirt 

Jeff can’t decide if it’s the alcohol or genuine emotion that keeps you falling into his awaiting lap

Right Direction

Tu es dans toutes mes pensees 

Stages of Grief

Denial, anger, hurt...Jeff wants to hold you close through it all

Heartbreak Accomplice •

You’ll play your part, even if you’re falling apart on the inside

Don’t want to be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck

One touch and I think I’m addicted to the way you taste 

Plus one for life

Summer on You (s)

Sleepless Nights 

What happens in Vegas (s)

Left my heart in LA

Can’t keep my hands to myself (s)

Phantom Touch

Birthday on the road

Honesty Hotline

First time in your mouth (s)

Irrational in love •

Warm with (for) you 

Caught (s)

Out of Love

Missed calls

Smitten

When it’s all said and done

Wish you were mine

Only one

What are we?

TWENTY88!series [discountinued]

Lessons in love!series [completed]

Pregnancy!series: [completed]

storytelling

instant connection

gender reveal with a twist

accident prone

at your beck and call

positive

double trouble

let’s tell the grandparents  •

needy vs nervous

hormones overdrive 

carbon copy

can’t sleep without you