#Very exhausting as that happened as we're moving but... Whatever!!

[janebonbon]

Officially about 2 weeks before I move! I've been tied up from drawing making sure everything is taken care of as things go down to the wire! But I'm hoping to post some doodles I'm wanting to do in my down-time.

I'm very excited for this change, even if this change has had many ripples of changes in our personal life. Exhausting changes! I think I can speak for everyone when I say that everyone in the system is very tired! But the change is so worth it. Thank you to my dear patient followers! A bit of a sketch for you, as a treat. I'm happy to be settled back from moving very soon!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured IX

Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader

Jenni Hermoso x Child!Reader

Summary: Things get worse before they can get better

Two days after you and Jaume are admitted into hospital, several different things happen.

One: Jenni's manager calls and tells her that she can only take a maximum of two more weeks leave and that she needs to return to Mexico within the month.

Two: Jaume gets much better, very quickly. He's practically good as new and he's allowed out of his room for short periods of time.

Three: The pottery place lets Alexia know that her mug and your train are ready so she goes to pick them up.

Four: She comes back with your ceramic train and drops it on the floor in horror when she sees you being intubated.

'She took a turn for the worse' they tell her. 'We've upped her medication and she should be fine in a few days', they say but all Alexia can think about is the shattered train on the floor and how tiny you look in your bed.

You're moved to the ICU and remain motionless and asleep for days on end. Therein lies the second problem.

The ICU nurses are stricter than the nurses in the peds wing. They say only the legal guardians can go into your room.

You have no father. You had no other mother either, not legally anyway.

You have just Alexia. Just Alexia who can sign off on treatment plans. Just Alexia who can sign you out and be given updates about your condition.

Just Alexia who can go and sit by your bedside and sob.

It was supposed to be a good day. Jaume was better. You were going to get your train.

It's all ruined now and all Alexia can do is sob.

Jenni sobs too.

She can't see you. She can't even enter the ICU. She can do nothing but loiter in the waiting room.

She had nowhere else to go.

Eli and Alba can go and see Jaume but Jenni has nothing to do with Jaume. She just has you.

You who is intubated and asleep in the ICU. You who she had pinned down and so cruelly not explained anything to. You who was still so small and scared and stuck in hospital while Jenni would have to return to Mexico very, very soon.

"How is she?"

Jenni's ex looks away. Alexia looks exhausted, worse than Jenni's ever seen her before. There are bags under her eyes. Her hair looks unbrushed. Her clothes are crumpled.

"The doctors are optimistic," Is Alexia's answer," They think she's fighting really well. They..." Alexia's throat bobs. "They think she'll be strong enough to come off it in a day or two."

"And she can have visitors again?"

"Maybe not as quickly," Alexia explains," I think we should be conservative. Maybe not even until she's fully healthy again. I think-"

"Alexia, I have to leave soon."

Alexia breaks off. "What?"

"Back to Mexico. I've delayed it as long as I can. By the end of the month, I need to be gone again."

"What are you talking about?" Alexia still can't wrap her mind around it. "Back to Mexico? Bambi's still sick."

"I know!" Jenni snaps. "I know, Alexia. And you need to make a decision."

"A decision? Jenni, what are you talking about?"

"You need to put someone else on her papers. You've seen those doctors. We don't get told anything. It's dangerous."

"Jenni-"

"What if Bambi breaks her arm? Me or Olga bring her to hospital and they can't do anything because we're not legal guardians. What would have happened if they couldn't get a hold of you after they intubated her? They can't change treatment plans without parental consent."

"I-"

Jenni sighs, long and drawn out. "I know you have a lot on your plate, Alexia. I know, I do but this is about Bambi and what she deserves and she deserves two people on that birth certificate."

Jenni doesn't say what she wants to say. She doesn't say that she desperately wants you as her own. She doesn't say that she thinks in the deepest, most malicious part of her brain that Alexia has already ruined whatever relationship you had beyond repair. She doesn't say that she thinks a new start in Mexico would be best for you.

She doesn't say that she's already looked at a ballet academy near her apartment and that her club has some of the best childcare options she's seen in a long time.

Jenni doesn't say anything more.

She just turns on her heel and walks out.

Out of Alexia's company, out of the waiting room, out of the hospital.

She doesn't say anything until she's in her car and sobbing into her steering wheel.

Her words float through Alexia's brain even as she sits in Jaume's room with him.

He looks much better than before. The rash is gone. He's moving around again.

The only evidence that he was ever sick at all is the IV still attached to his hand, feeding antibiotics into his body to make sure it's fully gone.

"Something funny, little man?" Alexia coos as he giggles uncontrollably," What so funny, huh? What so funny?" She bounces him gently at each word and Jaume giggles even more.

"The little man's happy he's getting out of here in a few days," Olga says, hooking her chin over Alexia's shoulder," Isn't that right, Jaume? Is that why you're so giggly today?"

Jaume giggle in answer, kicking his feet out.

"Look at these kicks," Alexia coos," My little footballer, huh? Are you going to captain Spain? I think you are!"

"Your Mama and sister went home," Olga says," They'll be here early tomorrow, like always."

"Jenni went as well."

Olga goes to sit in the chair next to Alexia's, frowning. "That's unlike her. I swear, I thought she was going to sneak into the ICU yesterday."

"She told me that she needs to go back to Mexico soon," Alexia says," She's delaying it for as long as possible."

"All for our Bambi?" Olga hums," She really loves her."

"Yeah," Alexia says," She does."

Alexia is in awe of Jenni sometimes. Jenni has always loved you, Alexia thinks. Jenni's always been a part of your life even when Alexia didn't have the energy to care for herself. Jenni had always been there.

Alexia doesn't think she'll ever understand just how much Jenni adores you. You make the planets spin for Jenni. You hang the stars and the moon and sometimes, like now, Alexia wonders if she'll ever be able to live up to that.

If she'll ever be able to give you the life you deserve.

She doesn't want to give you up. Selfishly, she wants a life where she can hold both you and Jaume in bed with her. She wants a life where she can go to Jaume's football matches and your ballet recitals. She wants a life where she can win a Champion's League and see you running onto the pitch to celebrate with her.

But she doesn't know if that's the life you want.

She doesn't know if that's the life you deserve, constantly being shepherded from one thing to another, constantly living in fear that you'll be left behind again.

Alexia knows a life with Jenni, where you're the centre of her world, would be good for you too. But, still, Alexia can't help but let her heart flutter at hearing Olga call you 'our Bambi'.

'Our Bambi'.

Hers and Alexia's.

If you went with Jenni then you would be just Jenni's, no matter if Alexia kept her name on your birth certificate. You would be half a world away. She would see you when Jenni returned for international duty. She would see you a few weeks every year and Alexia doesn't know how she could cope with that.

Alexia doesn't know how she would explain to Jaume about the sister he never sees.

Alexia is your mother and she needs to do what is best for you, despite how selfish she wants to be.

She needs to decide if she can still give you the best life possible or if letting Jenni raise you is truly what will give you the best chance possible.

"Ale?" Olga asks softly, shaking her," You're crying."

Alexia swipes the tears away. "I was just thinking about Bambi. I should probably get back to her. The doctors keep saying that she won't even notice but-"

"But you should still sit with her," Olga says," She deserves to have some company. Here." Olga reaches into her bag.

She pulls out your ceramic train, the one Alexia shattered on the floor after seeing you with a tube down your throat.

"It's still missing a few pieces," Olga explains," But I tried my best. I thought you could put it at her bedside."

Alexia takes it gently, cradling it in her hands. Olga's right. There's still little chips and Alexia can very clearly see where Olga has glued the broken pieces together.

It's still fractured and broken but it's perfect.

"I love you," Alexia chokes out," I love you."

"I love you too," Olga says," Just as I love our kids. Go, Ale. Sit with her. Me and the little man will be right here."

The sun glints on your ceramic train for nearly a week until you wake up.

The doctors keep you asleep until they're certain that the meningitis is gone.

Jaume gets to go home with Olga the day before you get woken up.

There's a crowd outside your room early the next day and Alexia is the only one allowed in.

"We've taken the tube out," The doctors explain," And she'll be coming out of the anaesthesia soon. She'll be a little disorientated and emotional but once she's up, give it an hour or two, we'll check her hearing and her strength and if it all goes well then she should be out of here by late afternoon."

"How likely is it that her hearing's being affected?"

"Meningitis is known to cause hearing loss but I'm optimistic. Despite what's happened, she's fought it every step of the way. There's a good chance she comes out of this without any lasting effects."

"And once she's up? I can let people in?"

The doctor glances over at the assembled crowd. "Only one or two in the room at a time. We don't want to overwhelm her."

"Thank you."

"I'll be back soon."

Alexia retakes her seat at your side, holding your hand gently in her own. Your little hands are perfect to hold in her own. You could probably hold just a finger and it would still be bigger than your whole hand.

"I love you," Alexia whispers as she presses a soft kiss to your forehead," I love you so, so much, Bambi. You're all better now. You just need to wake up."

You don't come to for another thirty minutes or so and, when you finally do, it's slowly.

"Mami," You say," My throat hurts."

Alexia can't help the worried laughter that bubbles out of her throat. It's half in relief and half in how disgruntled you look.

"Mami?"

"Here, Bambi," She says," Sit up. Let's have a little drink."

She holds the glass as you sip the water. You lean easily into the comfort Alexia's offering, your head resting on her shoulder

"Wha's goin' on, Mami?"

"You were sick," Alexia says," But you're better now and you get to leave if everything's okay."

Your brow wrinkles. "I..." Your eyes dart around and Alexia suddenly realises what the doctor meant by you being emotional. "I want Mama! Mama! Want-Want Mama!"

Tears spill down your cheeks and Alexia knows exactly who you want.

She shouldn't take it personally. She knows you're sad and overwhelmed and you're reaching out for comfort for the person that you can't see.

Alexia knows this is normal. She's been told this is normal and yet-

Alexia pushes away her feelings, tucking you into the blankets and pressing a kiss to your cheek that you clearly welcome. "I'll get you Jenni," She promises," Just give me a second."

She pokes her head out of the door.

"Jenni," Alexia says, voice emotionless," She needs you."

Jenni's looking more relieved than Alexia's ever seen her before as she rushes into the room.

"Mama," You say, brow wrinkled and looking up at her with wet, puppy dog eyes," You hurt me."

"I hurt you?" Jenni echoes as she takes Alexia's seat," When did I hurt you, Bambi?"

"When the bad man touched my back and you held my legs."

"I'm sorry, Bambi," Jenni says gently," That was wrong of me. I'm very, very sorry."

You're still confused. Your brain feels like it's full of cotton, all fuzzy and weird like that time the tv made that weird noise and went all staticky.

You lay back down. Your head bounces a little from the force you've thrown it back into your pillow with.

Everything's all jumbled and confused and you gently take Ma-Jenni's hand in your own. She's got big hands with fingers you can wrap your whole hand around and still have your hand be too small.

You know someone else like that, you think and your brain strains to think of who it is.

You get glimpses.

Big hands. A Barcelona kit. Gentle strokes down your back and kisses on your forehead when you're sad.

"Mami," You croak out even as Ma-Jenni climbs into bed with you and cradles you against her body.

Mami was with you earlier. You can remember that. You lift your head to see where she's gone but you can't see her anywhere.

"Mama," You say, tugging on Ma-Jenni's shirt as tears still drip down your cheeks," Mami's gone! Mami's gone again!"

You don't know that Alexia's crying too.

In the bathroom down the hall, staring at herself in the mirror and only seeing your own tearful face reflected back at her.

[andy-wm]

Jikook - The Fan Service Professionals

These two are such pros when it comes to fan service, they even practice behind the scenes. Dedication with a capital D! Even during the height of Covid, when there were no performances on the horizon, they were diligently keeping up the charade.

The newly released Bangtan Bomb of the BE Skit recording is a great example...

It is 2020, JK's birthday, and the Billboard #1 win for Dynamite has just been announced. Five of the guys file into a recording studio and sit down. Namjoon leaves an obvious gap next to Jimin.

JK arrives a few minutes later and takes his place... next to Jimin.

The group discusses the fact that the Billboard win was announced on JK's birthday and that he clearly needs no more gifts. What happens next is interesting...

JK tells them he received the best gift of his life and Jimin speaks for the first time since JK entered the room, jumping in to say "We're recording Skit, right?"

I've never seen anyone change the subject with such haste as this. In fact i might go so far as to say the way Jimin interrupted was ...almost rude! (But not really rude, because.. .he's Jimin)

But I digress...

The producer tells Jimin they're already recording and Jimin glances furtively at the microphone to confirm. Yes, the red light is on, it is indeed recording.

He laughs and slaps his thigh. Something must be really funny because he continues to laugh behind his hand, which is SUCH a tell for when he's embarrassed.

Long after everyone else has moved on, Jimin is still smiling to himself.

Maybe it's because JK just announced to the world that he got the best birthday gift OF HIS LIFE.

But he didn't specify what it was. He didn't say it was the Billboard win. And it looks like that birthday gift went on all night because the boy is clearly exhausted.

Anyway, moving on...

They start practicing their "fan service routine" at this point:

Without a word being exchanged between them, Jimin stands up and gives JK space to change his position. He then sits down next to JK and adopts the exact same position, with folded legs. Tick the box for mirroring behaviour

The next part of routine is connecting through touch - you know - how genuine couples touch each other as a way of checking in? Yeah like that. (Somehow I see caressing a person with your knuckles as more intimate than using your palm, but maybe that's just me)

And then there's a different type of touch - that body contact that comes with intimacy and familiarity. When you're a new couple this type of thigh touch can be very titilating but when you've been together for a while it's more comforting than sexy (although there's definitely an element of sexy too). At this point they are barely interacting, aside from Jimin's arm draped over JK's thigh and his fingers resting casually on JK's shin like it's his own personal armrest... he's certainly covering all the bases on that leg.

uuummm... okay, well played Jikook...

10/10 fan service here I guess.

Anything else that might have happened in this 'practice session' was lost on the cutting room floor, but one thing is for certain... neither Jimin nor JK got a wink of sleep on the night of JK's birthday.

Some may say it's because of the BB #1 win but I don't see any of the other guys in such a state of disarray as these two.

One thing that is obvious though:

Whatever the two of them were celebrating, they went at it all night long.

*cue Barry White*

[rvp32]

Enchanted Desires

5K words, Commission, Threesome, DP. If you guys want a story written text me here.

The final exams were over, the weight of your last college test lifting from your shoulders. Exhausted from the all-nighter you had pulled to cram for it, you yearned for some well-deserved rest. Returning to your room, you collapsed onto the couch, instantly succumbing to sleep.

A thunderous commotion disrupted your slumber, and you awoke to the raucous clamor of your roommate Brian. He had the volume cranked up to eleven on his excitement meter.

"Y/n, let's hit the pubs today! We're finally free from this college grind, time to celebrate!" Brian's voice rang in your ears like a blaring alarm.

"Brian, for the love of peace and quiet, can you tone it down?" you grumbled in irritation, your eyes half-closed. You put your index finger to your lips, urging him to lower his voice. The silence was golden, but it was as fleeting as a summer breeze, for Brian ventured closer.

"Come on, man," he urged, his tone more subdued. "Let's go to the bars. This calls for a celebration, you know?"

Still reluctant to commit, you sought a way out, questioning, "So, who else is joining us at the pub today?"

Brian started listing off a few names of people who would be joining the celebration at the pub, but one name rang in your ears like a siren's song—Yooa. She was the girl you'd been with once, and saying she was adventurous was an understatement. Yooa had a taste for the unconventional and was remarkably open about it. Her company was known to be quite eclectic, and she enjoyed the company of many.

After a brief moment of contemplation, you agreed to join Brian for the pub outing. As you were about to make your exit, you issued a stern warning to your friend, your eyes locked onto his.

"Listen up, Brian," you said firmly. "You better not drink yourself into oblivion tonight. I swear to God, if you do, I won't hesitate to leave you on the side of the road."

Brian nodded in acknowledgment, his expression more serious now. "Hey, don't worry, bro. I'll make sure I stay on this side of blackout drunk tonight," he reassured you with a determined look in his eyes.

With your warning delivered and accepted, you and Brian set off for the pub. As you walked down the bustling streets, the excitement of being done with college and the prospect of meeting Yooa again began to take hold.

"So, Brian," you began, trying to lighten the mood, "you think this night's gonna be as wild as the last time we hung out with Yooa?"

Brian chuckled, recalling the memorable escapade from their previous encounter. "Oh, man, that girl knows how to keep things interesting, that's for sure. I wouldn't be surprised if things get a little crazy tonight."

As you turned the corner, the neon lights of the pub came into view, casting a vibrant glow on the sidewalk. The energy in the air was infectious, and the distant sound of laughter and music promised a lively evening.

You couldn't help but grin as you approached the entrance. "Well, whatever happens, let's make it a night to remember, Brian."

Brian clapped you on the back, his enthusiasm undiminished. "You got it, Y/n. Tonight, we'll raise the roof!"

With those words, you pushed open the door and stepped into the lively atmosphere of the pub, ready for a night of celebration, laughter, and whatever surprises Yooa had in store.

The pub was alive with energy, the dance floor pulsating with music that seemed to reverberate through your very core. The warm glow of the lights bathed the crowd in an inviting atmosphere. You decided to start the night with a few drinks, hitting the bar with Brian in tow.

As you downed your second drink, the music's rhythm seemed to seep into your veins, making it impossible to resist the magnetic pull of the dance floor. You couldn't help but move to the beat, swaying your hips in time with the music.

Brian watched with amusement as you grooved to the music. "Looks like you're getting into the spirit, Y/n," he shouted over the music.

You grinned and nodded, feeling the music coursing through you. "Can't help it, man! This music's too damn good!"

As you danced and lost yourself in the music, a familiar figure caught your eye. Yooa was on the dance floor, moving with fluidity and confidence, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. Her presence was magnetic, and you couldn't resist the urge to approach her.

You made your way through the dancing crowd, and as you got closer, Yooa turned to meet your gaze with a playful glint in her eyes. The music provided the perfect backdrop as you both moved in sync, your bodies communicating in a language of their own.

"You've got some moves, Y/n," Yooa said, her voice sultry, as she leaned in closer to speak in your ear.

You chuckled, the proximity sending shivers down your spine. "I've had some practice since the last time we hung out," you replied with a wink.

Yooa's laughter rang out, and she pulled you even closer, the connection between you growing stronger with each beat of the music. The night had just begun, and it was shaping up to be a memorable one, filled with dancing, laughter, and the promise of a connection that transcended the ordinary.

As the music throbbed through the air, you and Yooa moved together on the dance floor, lost in the rhythm of the night. The crowd seemed to fade away as your focus shifted entirely to the captivating woman in your arms.

Yooa's body pressed against yours, and the sensation was electric. She ran her fingers teasingly along your chest, her lips dangerously close to your ear. "You always know how to make an entrance, Y/n," she purred, her voice filled with playful seduction.

You couldn't help but smile at her words, feeling emboldened by the chemistry between you. "Well, Yooa, I had to make sure this night lived up to the last one."

Yooa's laughter was like a sweet melody, and she leaned in closer, her lips grazing your cheek as she whispered, "I have a feeling it's going to surpass it."

The dance floor became your playground, a space where words were unnecessary. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of desire and anticipation. The flirtatious tension between you grew with every touch and every shared glance.

Yooa playfully brushed a lock of hair from your forehead, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a rush of heat through you. "You've always been a tease, Y/n," she said, her voice husky with desire.

You couldn't resist the urge to tease back, trailing your fingers along the curve of her waist. "I learned from the best," you whispered, your lips brushing against her earlobe.

The connection between you two was undeniable, and as the night wore on, the flirtatious dance continued. The world around you faded into the background, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of Yooa's presence and the promise of a night filled with passion and adventure.

The seductive dance with Yooa was abruptly interrupted when a tall, well-dressed man approached her on the dance floor. He leaned in close, whispering something in her ear, causing Yooa to furrow her brow slightly. The sudden appearance of this man piqued your curiosity, and you couldn't help but ask, "Who's this, Yooa?"

Yooa turned to you, her eyes meeting yours as she spoke candidly, "This is my boyfriend, Jake." She paused for a moment as if assessing your reaction. "Actually, we have an open relationship," she continued her voice a mixture of honesty and vulnerability.

The revelation took you by surprise. You had heard of open relationships but had never been involved in one. The idea intrigued you, and you considered stepping away for a moment. However, something in Yooa's eyes, genuine warmth, and sincerity, made you pause.

She reached out to touch your arm, her voice was soft and reassuring. "Y/n, we're looking for someone to join us tonight. Would you be interested?"

The proposition hung in the air, and your mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The chemistry between you and Yooa was undeniable, and the idea of exploring something new and adventurous tugged at your curiosity.

You glanced over at Jake, who wore a knowing smile, and then back at Yooa. Taking a deep breath, you made your decision, a hint of excitement in your voice. "Alright, Yooa, let's see where this night takes us."

Yooa's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to paint a vivid picture of what the night could hold. Her voice, a sultry melody, filled your ears as she whispered, "Y/n, just imagine the possibilities. With Jake and me, we can create an unforgettable experience. You'll get to explore desires you might have never even realized."

She leaned in closer, her lips tantalizingly close to your ear as she continued, "We're all about pleasure, and there are so many ways we can make this night incredible for you. You'll be at the center of our attention, and we'll ensure every moment is filled with ecstasy."

Yooa's words sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't deny the allure of her proposition. Her confidence and sensuality were impossible to resist, and you found yourself captivated by the tantalizing possibilities.

She gently touched your cheek, her gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "Think about the passion, Y/n. The pleasure. The adventure. It's a chance to explore your deepest desires and fantasies."

As you considered Yooa's words, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. The idea of a night filled with passion and exploration, guided by the experienced hands of Yooa and Jake, was undeniably enticing.

Finally, you met Yooa's gaze with a newfound determination. "Alright, Yooa. Let's make this a night to remember," you said, your voice filled with anticipation and excitement. With that, the three of you embarked on a journey of pleasure and adventure, ready to explore the uncharted territories of desire and passion that awaited.

The decision had been made, and as the music continued to pulse through the air, you leaned in and captured Yooa's lips in a passionate kiss. The spark of desire ignited, and the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating taste of her lips.

Yooa responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around you as the kiss deepened. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, and the anticipation of the night ahead only fueled the intensity of the moment.

Breaking the kiss, you looked into Yooa's eyes, your hands tracing a path down her body, teasing and exploring. Her breath hitched, and a mischievous smile played on her lips as she whispered, "You're a quick learner, Y/n."

With a playful glint in your eye, you continued to dance with Yooa, your bodies pressed close as you reveled in the thrill of the moment. The pub seemed to disappear around you as you lost yourselves in the passionate connection you shared.

As the night wore on, and the desire between you intensified, you decided it was time to leave the pulsating atmosphere of the pub. You gently took Yooa's hand, your fingers entwined, and you led her toward the exit. The air outside was crisp, a welcome contrast to the heat of the dance floor.

Together, you walked towards Yooa's apartment, your hearts racing with anticipation of the adventures that awaited behind closed doors. The night was young, and the world was yours to explore, one desire-filled moment at a time.

*****

Upon arriving at Yooa's apartment, she left you on the couch and disappeared into her room. As you sat there, a mix of excitement and uncertainty filled your mind. You couldn't help but question the decision you had made earlier in the night. Was this really the right choice? Were you ready for what lay ahead?

But then, you thought about the undeniable chemistry between you and Yooa, the adventurous spirit of the night, and the thrill of exploring uncharted territory. You realized that even if it was a bad decision, it might also be the last opportunity you had to experience something like this with Yooa.

With newfound resolve, you got up from the couch and approached Yooa's bedroom door. You raised your hand to knock, but before you could, the door slowly creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room and Yooa standing there, wearing a black lace lingerie set that left very little to the imagination.

Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sight before you. Yooa's confidence and sensuality were on full display, and the anticipation in the room was palpable. The air was thick with desire, and all doubts and hesitations melted away.

Without a word, Yooa extended her hand, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a rush of heat through you. 

Before taking the next step, a hint of concern crept into your mind. You gazed into Yooa's eyes, seeking reassurance one last time. "Are you really okay with this, Yooa?" you asked, your voice tinged with genuine care.

Yooa met your gaze with a smoldering intensity, her fingers gently tracing a line along your jawline. "Y/n, this has been a dream of mine," she confessed, her voice filled with desire. "And Jake, my boyfriend, he's been eager for this too."

At the mention of Jake, curiosity got the better of you. "Where is he now?" you asked, a hint of interest in your voice.

Yooa's lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "He's taking care of something, but he'll be joining us soon," she whispered seductively.

With that, she closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was nothing short of passionate and lustful. The room seemed to spin as desire coursed through you, and any lingering doubts or questions faded away in the heat of the moment.

The passionate kiss between you and Yooa continued, intensifying with each passing moment, until suddenly, the apartment's front door swung open. Startled, you both broke apart, the intimate moment disrupted by the arrival of Jake.

Awkwardness settled in the room as Jake stepped inside, his presence a stark contrast to the heat that had filled the air just moments before. He looked between you and Yooa, his expression a mix of surprise and appreciation.

Breaking the silence, Jake offered a sincere smile. "Thank you, Y/n, for agreeing to be a part of this," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "I've been looking forward to tonight."

The tension in the room slowly began to ease as you realized that Jake's arrival had shifted the dynamic. It was clear that they had discussed and planned this moment together, and the three of you were embarking on a journey of desire and exploration.

All of a sudden Yooa says “Now that both of you are finally here get started because I can’t wait to get stretched and used to the point where I can’t remember my own name” 

Taking the invitation you walk to Yooa, grabbing her top and ripping it from her body leaving her completely naked. Yooa liked it rough and you knew very well how to give her what she wanted. 

You hug her from behind, one hand resting on her neck and the other hand squeezing her supple boobs, they were soft and the hard nipples were good to flick. Yooa had sensitive nipples so it didn’t take a long time before she turned into a moaning mess that was squirming in your grasp.

Your attention was peeled away from Yooa only to notice that her boyfriend was sitting down and pleasuring himself all while staring at Yooa’s sexy body crumbling in your hands, he seemed to be enjoying this from the looks of how fast he was pumping his cock. 

Seeing this as a good sign you slowly move your hand lower, exploring every inch of her upper boy, her supple tits that were red from all the harsh grabbing, her toned stomach that flexed whenever you bit her neck. Now reaching the most sensitive area of her body you decided to tease her, light feathery touched over her thighs slowly moving closer to her glistening pussy. 

“Please, touch my pussy,” Yooa begs, obliging with her request you touch her pussy, it was drenched, leaking from the anticipation. Playing with her swollen clit causes her eyes to roll back. Every touch causes her body to release more liquid, signaling that it is close to climax. 

“Are you gonna cum, Yooa?" You asked, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation. You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it from her lips.

Yooa nodded, her eyes locked onto yours, her breath hitching in her throat as she struggled to find her voice. "Yes," she finally managed to whisper, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a knowing smile, you urged her on. "Then go ahead, Yooa. Show your boyfriend how big of a slut his girlfriend is," Increasing your pace, Yooa screams in pleasure before letting out a huge stream of squirt. 

Yooa's legs gave way, and she collapsed into your arms, her desire and need evident in her eyes. A simple command passed your lips, and she obediently opened her mouth, her anticipation palpable.

You held your wet fingers before her, your gaze locked onto hers. "Taste yourself," you whispered in a husky voice, Yooa Sucks on your fingers religiously, licking every nook and cranny of the 2 fingers that you placed in her mouth. 

“You like it?” You question Yooa, and she simply nods. “Maybe I should get a taste for myself straight from the source,” you carry Yooa to the bed and place her on the edge before kneeling. Spreading her legs apart you finally get a view of her pink pussy with a cute little bush and you take your time to admire it. 

“Don’t stare, please,” Yooa covers herself embarrassed because of how much you were looking. Diving into her pussy, you finally get the taste of the heavenly goodness. Her  pussy tasted sweet, making you want to eat her forever. 

“Fuck! That feels amazing, Keep going! Oh my God,” Yooa moaned as she griped onto your hair pushing you further into her. Continuing your feast on her wet and delicious pussy, using your free hand to occasionally flick her clit. 

“Oh yeah! Fuck!” Yooa said in between moans. Her back bends upward due to the immense pleasure that she is receiving. 

“I’m going to cu-” Before she could finish her sentence you feel another stream of squirt on your face. Trying your best not to let liquid gold go to waste you lick up everything you possibly can. Wanting to drink more of her amazing squirt you insert 2 fingers into her and pump while stimulating her clit with your free hand. 

“No, too sensitive, stop please Y/n!” Yooa screams, her body now bouncing on the bed trying to get away from your fingers but your legs managed to keep her in place as you overstimulated her cunt. 

The intensity of the moment had pushed Yooa to the brink of ecstasy, rendering her unable to form coherent words. Her hands flailed in a desperate attempt to communicate her overwhelming pleasure and the need for a moment's respite, yet her body betrayed her as it writhed with unrestrained passion on the bed.

The room echoed with her screams and pleas for mercy, a symphony of desire and surrender. The connection between you two was electric, and in the throes of passion, you continued to ravish Yooa, lost in the sensual dance. 

The crescendo of pleasure finally reached its peak, and Yooa came undone in a powerful release. A torrent of liquid accompanied her screams, her body trembling uncontrollably, tears of ecstasy streaming down her face. It was evident that this experience had pushed her to new heights of pleasure she had never reached before.

Her boyfriend, concerned by her screams and violent shaking, rushed to her side, his expression a mix of surprise and care. Jake gently pats Yooa’s hair as she slowly comes down from her mind-destroying orgasm. Once she manages to come down from her high and sit up, Jake hugs her and kisses her.

The room was thick with desire and the afterglow of intense pleasure as the three of you found yourselves entangled in the aftermath of a passionate encounter. Jake, his eyes filled with awe, turned to Yooa, his voice filled with admiration.

"Are you alright, babe?" he asked, his concern mixed with an undeniable excitement. "That was incredible. I've never seen you like this. It was so damn hot that I almost lost it myself."

Yooa, still catching her breath, nodded in agreement, her voice filled with a newfound desire. "Yeah, it was mind-blowing. I didn't know my body could handle something like this. Now that I've had a taste, I might just get addicted." She looked at both you and Jake with a sultry gaze. "I hope this is just the beginning of the night because I need you guys to use me."

Yooa's hands found their way to your thighs and Jake's, her touch sending a shiver of anticipation through both of you. A mischievous smirk played on your lips as you locked eyes with Yooa, knowing full well what was about to unfold next. 

To make it easier for her you stand up and take off your pants and underwear that were restricting your erect cock. While you were doing so, Yooa helped her boyfriend out of what little clothing he had left on himself. Once she turned to look at you in all your naked glory you could see the excitement in her eyes, “You don’t have to just stare, you can touch it.”

Your permission was all that she needed because her hand reached over to grab your cock and spit on it before she began stroking you. Completely immersed with the cock in her hands, her boyfriend was again left on the sidelines but he wasn’t having any of that as he took her free hand guiding to his hard cock.

Yooa enthusiastically stroked the two hard cocks in her hand for a minute before taking mine in her mouth. The warm feeling was amazing, Yooa was very good at sucking cock but she wasn’t able to take your cock to the hilt, she continued using her tongue to play with the head and then all of a sudden she started trying to deepthroat your cock, with great difficulty she managed to take almost everything, taking your hand you place it on the back of her head to push her till her nose was touching your pelvic bone. Your cock managed to reach parts of her throat that weren’t touched in a long time. 

After holding her in place for a few seconds you let go, Yooa immediately started coughing but it didn’t last long as she put your cock back in her mouth, seeing how well she was doing, you started to face fuck her. Losing all sense of your surroundings you were pumping into her face like there was no tomorrow.

The intense feeling of fucking her throat was driving you closer to your orgasm. “Fuck Yooa, I’m going to cum soon where do you want it?” You manage to say as you continue pounding her face. Yooa doesn’t reply but she grabs your ass with her free hand and pulls you closer to her which causes you to cum down her throat. 

“Fuck that felt amazing,” you say before falling onto the bed. Yooa then moves on to pleasuring her needy boyfriend. taking this time to recover some energy as you didn’t want the night to end this way. However, it doesn’t take long before Jake cums, “Don’t tell me you are done just from blowing one load,” Yooa says after swallowing Jake’s cum. 

“Not so fast, I still have a lot left in the tank and some more stress to relieve,” You say and wink at her. 

“Come here and prove it,” Yooa says as she spreads her legs and plays with her pussy. Her pussy was wet and inviting. Taking her up on the offer you crawl to Yooa and push her into a missionary position. “I’m going to put it in now,” You tell her as you slowly insert your penis inside her. The feeling was inexplicable, it was tight but not suffocating, almost like it was made as a hilt for your sword. 

Yooa’s nails dig into your back as the little space between Yooa and you decreases, her nails are going to leave a mark but you couldn’t care less. Once you bottom out Yooa wraps her hands around your neck and pulls you into a kiss. It was a kiss filled with lust, both your tongues battling for dominance. 

Not being able to withstand staying still, you pull out from the kiss, “ I am going to start moving,” With that warning, you begin moving slowly but your pace gradually increases.

“Fuck, Y/n feels so good. Don’t stop!” Yooa moans out, “You are stretching me out so good. God damn this is amazing!”

Jake was now sitting next to her, guiding her face to his erect cock, she sucks on it without any complaints. All of a sudden, Jake suggests something you weren’t expecting, “Let me get into her ass, and you can take her pussy.” 

You make eye contact with Yooa to make sure she is okay with this, and she nods. Not wanting to pull out from the warm pussy, you lifted Yooa, holding her close to your body as Jake got into place. 

Once Jake was lying down on the bed, you slowly put Yooa down on his erect cock, the sensation was too much for Yooa as she let out a loud scream as the foreign object entered her asshole. Her pussy tightened around your cock squeezing it hard as tried to cope with the pain.

“Oh my fucking God!” Yooa screamed and bit down on your neck to stop herself from screaming because of the initial pain. Once she adjusted to the feeling, “My holes are being stretched beyond my wildest dream. Now fuck me, do it like your life depends on it” 

Both of you start moving, Jake speeding up a lot faster than you. Her vagina still gripping onto your cock like there is no tomorrow, your initial movement is slow but that immediately changes when Yooa says “Is this the best you can do? If it is then you are fucking useless,” 

This sets off a switch in your brain and you see red, not caring about how tight her pussy is your movements get hard and fast. You were reaching deep inside of her as you could see your dick poking at her toned stomach every time you thrust into her. 

“Yes, this is what I wanted! Fuck me like I am a useless bitch who is nothing but a sex toy for you both to dump your cum in” Yooa screams as she is being pounded in both her holes, her mind overtaken by pleasure. 

Using your free hand to slap her tits hard as you continued to pound her pussy, Yooa’s supple tits turn red with the impact and her moans only got louder with every slap. The three of you were completely lost in the realm of sex, all chasing for their own pleasure not caring about how the other feels but coincidentally pleasuring the other without knowing. 

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin, moans, and grunts. Noticing that you were getting closer to your climax you paused. Due to the sudden lack of pain and pleasure, Yooa looks at you in surprise, Jake also stops. 

“Let’s switch positions, I wanna fuck that tight ass and fill it up with cum,” Yooa agrees with your proposition. Once your cock was out of Yooa’s pussy and Jake’s cock was out of her ass, you flip Yooa over, she was now in doggy style but she lowered herself until Jake’s cock was inside her pussy. 

As you push your cock into her puckered hole, “Oh wow! This is crazy, I am going to cum!” Yooa convulses on Jake’s body. “S-Slow down, it feels like you are going to rip my ass apart.”  Obliging with her request you slow down your entrance into her ass, finally managing to bottom out, you give Yooa some time to adjust. 

“Move,” Yooa gives you the green signal, You begin your assault on her ass, it was different from her pussy, it was much tighter and you didn’t know how much longer you would last. Jake was pounding into her pussy like there was no tomorrow and you were positioning hard into her ass. 

You grab Yooa’s hair with one hand and pull it using the other to spank her ass, causing her to yelp with the sudden infliction of pain. You could feel how close Yooa was to her orgasm and both Jake and you weren’t much better as well, thrusts no longer had a rhythm. 

“Fuck babe, I am going to cum,” Jake said, “Hold it, babe, I am so close to cumming as well. Let’s cum together, be a good boy for me,” Yooa said. 

It only took you a few more thrusts before you announced, “Fuck, I am going to fill your ass Yooa,” your pounding getting faster as you were in the final stretch for the best orgasm of your night. 

“Let’s cum together,” Yooa announced and that led to all three of you cumming together, Yooa’s pussy and ass gripping harder, Your dick pumping cum into her ass, and Jake filling up Yooa’s pussy. 

You were the first one to pull out, watching your cum drip down from Yooa’s pussy. You fall onto the bed tired from the strenuous activity. The lack of sleep was catching up to you. The last thing that you remembered was Yooa saying, “Babe, check the cameras. Once we post this online it’s going to make us a lot of money” 

[hg-aneh]

Hi! I absolutely love all of your art and I’ve been fallowing you for awhile! There’s been some rumors that you ship Muriel x crowley?? Which I guess is an odd paring but nothing terrible wrong with, I was just curious if you do ship them.

Thank you for all your wonderful art <3

okay, i want to preface this by saying that I've already been harassed over this to the point of being called a lowkey pedophile and having every little move of mine scrutinized and misconstrued to sickening extents (this harassment spilled over to my partner too, and it was horrible)

so all anyone would do by doing this again would be repeating history, among other things that have to do with fucking up my already frail mental state

now.

onto the meat

yes, I ship it

no, I do not see Muriel as a child, kid, teenager, or anything of the sort and I find it personally distasteful to think of doing so because infantilizing autistic traits rubs me the wrong way (p e r s o n a l l y)

you can do it if you want to, I have worse things to worry about than a random person on the internet thinking something of a fictional character, just don't try to push your headcanon onto me just because you perceive it that way or because it's a popular dynamic that you find fun

adding onto this, i want to add that i will never and i mean fucking NEVER post anything related to that ship outside of the very specific private Xitter account i created for it

(and my personal facebook, on a friends only setting)

any Muriel & Crowley content outside of that account is all platonic and bla bla you get the gist. I can separate things, what a talent.

Now, I'm being overly paranoid and explaining myself to exhaustion over this for a very good reason and it's because last time someone found out about it ((yes we're going full circle to the beginning of this little bible)) they treated it as some sort of GOTCHA moment about me being a pedo ((and if you didn't know this already: I fucking despise children with my whole being, I'd rather be forcefed alligator shit for my whole life than be with one of those creatures for a single day))

It got to the point of that person making extremely hurtful videos about me and their little friend group comprised of goober eating toddlers joining in on the "Hater" train or whatever the hell that new cultural trend is called, as well

It was hell, that whole experience fucked me up BAD and i feel silly for saying this but it was genuinely traumatic! So- I apologize if I'm sounding confrontational here, anon, but like, this is the type of thing you have to do to keep yourself safe now, it's gone to that point and I'm in hysterics now because what the fuck

Lastly, I'd like to say this one other thing

Muriel is played by an adult actress, they are canonically the same age as Aziraphale and Crowley and are also an eldritch creature just like them

The fact that they're nice and bubbly and happen to have autistic traits doesn't suddenly make them a fetus. I have friends with the same personality type as them and I feel like it'd be dumb to treat them like zygotes knowing they're adults with body hair and debt

Again, if you see them as one, I'm literally no one to judge, I'm 1.49, you're better off taking judgement from a stupid lone penguin in the saharan desert.

But don't fuck with others for thinking otherwise, it's not a moral issue to disagree with a headcanon, please. 🥲

[kix-mm]

Whatever happens... A, B, and C

"Hey C? Buddy? How're you doing in there? Are you ready to come out yet?"

Their question was met with a cold silence, but B could do nothing about the unpleasant response. It was meant to still be a secret between B and A, with the idea being that once they had reached their third month's anniversary of their relationship that they would tell C. But the surprise came a little too early.

A bent down. "Have they still not come out yet? It's been an hour..." They spoke in a soft and hopeless tone, which was conflicting with their usual upbeat personality.

"No..." B replies while eying the bathroom door. "I just hope they'll be okay... what if they don't like us anymore after this? I don't want to lose them. This is exactly what we were trying to prevent..." he says while silently acknowledging the irony of this whole situation.

B knocks on the little door again. "C? Please come out...". "N-no!..." came a soft squeak, which very briefly settled B and A's worry that their partner had somehow managed to escape through the window. They knew it would actually be impossible for C, but the fear was still there, C had a tendency to accomplish the impossible, such as dating two people who were secretly giants.

The two shared a look of grief, and A could see how B's mind was tumbling: "What if they break up with us? W-what if they leave us?" B asked with a choked voice. "Then we let them... it's not right to hold someone hostage. That would definitely make us monsters. C is already so overwhelmed..." A spoke with pain in their heart. At first, A wanted to pry the door open and get ahold of C, but now that they've thought things through it would most likely never go well.

"I miss them..." B hugged themselves tighter. "I miss them so much, and they're right here. They're so close, and we're losing them A... what do we do..?" A sighs "I don't know..."

Hours continued to fly by till the early morning, around 4. C finally decided to have a peek outside the bathroom to investigate the silence. They almost yelped when he saw how close the two were to the door, A was snuggled up to B, they both looked exhausted. To C, this was a relief. This was their chance to get the hell out of here... C grabbed their keys and bag off the counter and quietly made their way to the door. They took their time to observe their home for a final time and made some connections, such as why the ceiling was so high and why the two always had a glimmer in their eyes whenever they saw each other... C always thought it was because they were in love, which may have been the case, but also because the two shared a deep secret with one another... one that they never deemed necessary to tell C despite being their partner. Maybe C's insecure thoughts were right about them being nothing more than a third wheel.

Suddenly, he noticed B's eyes flicker open. In a panic, C rushes to the door, his steps waking the both of them. He pulled on the door and... nothing. It didn't budge, he tried again, then he tried pushing, nothing. Finally, he looked up from the handle and saw A's hand pressed against the top. Fear struck his already broken heart as he felt it sink to his stomach. He spun back towards the bathroom to see that his safe haven had been blocked off by B.

C looked up at the two with frantic eyes, unable to get his legs to move. He had no real other pace to hide as their layout was rather open. B gently reached to make contact with C, but C jolted away as if B's fingers were knives. "D-Don't touch me!" C hated how the fear rang in his voice, how he stammered in front of them. C never was one to speak up for himself. He was the timid and soft-spoken one of the three.

B and A kept their distance, looking down at C with pleading eyes, please C please don't go. Let us explain, let us hold you, show you that we would never hurt you.

But their silent pleading fell on deaf ears. C stared at the two with blurry eyes, tears obscuring his vision. "Let me go." he rests his hand on the handle, looking at A. Please let me get out of here.

A & B share a look before returning their eyes to C. "Let us first explain ourselves... please Cc?" B pleaded with an all too familiar nickname that made C feel uneasy hearing at the moment.

C's legs were ready to make a run for it as soon as either one made an attempt to grab him again, he was particularly eying B for that distinct twitch they'd show when they lost their patience. This would be C's only chance to speak their mind before something were to happen to them. "I... no, I've heard enough, I've... I've seen enough. I don't know why you'd keep such a big secret from me for so long! I'm not a stranger. We've known each other for years! And not once was I ever considered your equal! I-I'm just that easy to get forget about, aren't I? The small third party! Quick and easy to get rid of!" C's breathing quickened, and his blood boiled, yet he still kept his voice lowered. Regret began to almost instantly set in after he was done talking back at the two in such a tone, he swore that the two were now staring right through him. How dare he speak to them that way, how dare he try to question their decisions when he was so disposable to them?

Instead, A let out a very pitiful sniffle, a gate of tears rolled down their cheeks. "We're sorry, we're so, so sorry... we really messed up this whole plan." they say while trying to wipe all those messy tears off. Wanting nothing more than to be given a second chance to try and be better at how they handled the situation. They wanted to explain how scared they were of C's reaction and how they knew he would be scared if they had revealed this secret any sooner.

B held A's hand before looking at C. "C... no, no C, you're not! Don't say that! Please get that out of your head it was never meant to get so out of hand. We swear we would have told you a-and it was supposed to be a whole setup and everything!" Slowly B moved their hand closer to C. C hadn't even noticed B's hand. they were too occupied by their heart ringing in their ears and the sight of A sobbing in B's arms. Even B looked completely heartbroken.

When C suddenly felt B's hand wrap around his waist and legs, he began to frantically squirm, watching and attempting to push away any enclosing fingers that hugged his body. "n-no stop! Stop!!" C yelped. "I-it's okay! It's okay, I won't drop you, I promise you C..." B spoke with a gentle yet strained voice, trying to hide the pump in his throat as he felt his panicked lover squirm and scratch. Wincing a little as he felt warm tears drip down his fingers.

A quickly wiped his tears and let B open their hand. The two had talked for hours about what it would be like to hold C in their hands, how they wanted C to take naps, demand being held, how soft he would feel... this would probably not be the case anymore... "Cc..." A spoke softly. B looked at C. "I'm sorry I... I just wanted to be near you. Please don't be scared, A and I... we were trying to prevent this reaction, but it just happened. A-and now everything seems forced and-and the timing is terrible and we're scared we're going to lose you! We don't want to lose you C. Please, please believe us, we promise there's nothing else to hide from you, we will tell you everything... let us prove it to you... we will do anything to make up for this mess."

C was a shivering mess. They looked at both lovers like they were predators despite the duo's best attempts to calm him, giving gentle rubs and holding him against their chest. Talking to him with a soft and sweet voice that tried to reassure him that he was safe and that they would never hurt him while also repeatedly apologizing. This continued till the sun rose, and C finally passed out on B's chest.

The two laid him in bed, their poor C was exhausted, their cheeks stained with tear marks and their eyes were puffy, their body never stopped shivering and every now and then they'd jolt and mumble incoherently. The two looked at each other with equally stained cheeks and puffy eyes. They decided it would be best for them to shrink down to the size C was familiar with. B held C's hand and gently kissed their forehead while A kissed C's cheek and snuggled up to spoon him. The 3 got cuddled up together and fell into a deep sleep... hopefully, when C woke up, they'd be more willing to talk. But they couldn't be certain. All they could really focus on was that C was in their arms, and hopefully, after some time, they'd be able to sleep together without fear.

[she-whatshername]

*Busts down door gasping for air - Who said Tyrrish Men headcanons you didn't ask for?!

I need to go back to work lol...I didn't proofread this

at. all.

Smoochies Pt 2: Featuring Liam and more Marked Ones

Liam:

Pour one out for this GEM of a human

His sixth sense is you. You're cold, instant jacket on your shoulders. You sneeze once? He's at your side with a cuppa. If you fall, he will catch you, or destroy whatever you tripped on.

I also imagine he's really good at sensing your emotions. Probably knows when you're sad, angry, mad and reacts accordingly

Ultimate Move: Holding your chin with his thumb and index finger while he kisses you. Sometimes his finger brushes over your lips and its with purpose because if its a long time before he sees you again he'll often rest his face in his palms when he's in class or with the other marked ones so he can take in your scent once more.

SECOND ULTIMATE MOVE (because he deserves two TBH): Kisses your cheeks. Sometimes its with intention like when he says hello or goodbye. Other times you're just standing there and he just does it. Sometimes he'll walk behind you while you're sitting and just lean over and kiss your cheek because he can.

And a few additions to the other ones:

Xaden:

This man is drama, your honor

Like, if he saw Liam pull an ultimate move with his partner and saw them blush, Xaden would look at you and internally panic like, "Fuck, should I be doing that to you? I want to make you blush like that."

Also if you're late to any of your meet ups he's instantly stressing and thinks he did something wrong and will go off to find you

He gives me very 'keep you at a distance/aloof' vibes on the outside, but once you're his he's like 'i am but a planet revolving around you, my sun' lol

His sass is top tier. Best quips and one liners. You could just listen to this man give verbal beatdowns to people all day

A smoochie headcanon: forehead kisses, every night before falling asleep. Even if you're both exhausted it will still happen. He's even fallen asleep kissing your forehead.

ALSO...ain't no way this man is straight. He 1000% gives Loki's 'A bit of both, I suspect the same of you.' vibes.

...This theory is also explored in Drifted...which I absolutely need to get back to instead of these, haha

Bodhi:

Really good at writing love letters, and letters to his S/O in general.

In fact, Bodhi gave Xaden the idea to write violet that letter. I imagine he's chastising him like "Look...If you cant communicate with your mouths without an argument, maybe write it down...and pull yourself together we're at war Xaden..." #brotherlylove

When he holds hands he will use his thumb to massage your palm. Same with a hand on your knee, he'll just rub small circles on your skin

You will never wake up to a empty nightstand. Always a glass of water/tea waiting for you

A smoochie headcanon: He and the other marked ones left to patrol with their dragons while you and the others wait at Riorson house. Not even a minute later he's back in the dining hall like "I'm sorry I just need to kiss you one more time." Xaden a Garrick are dragging him away five minutes later.

Garrick:

A smoochie headcanon: Coming back to Riorson house from a long mission he would scoop you up into his arms, kiss you, throw you over his shoulder and walk up the stairs while shouting that 'unless there's a hoard of venin outside, do not bother him for the next 4 hours'. And you're on the back of his shoulder dying from embarrassment as you're being hauled up the stairs

[ivys-cafe]

📠 don't go dark

pairings: newt x thomas, female!reader is only mentioned

summary: newt finds it hard to cope after the group got separated with y/n. thomas helps him find hope.

timeline: wckd lab during scorch trials

genre: angst, hurt, comfort

warnings: established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, devastated newt

author's note 🧇

i've always imagined what it would be like if my oc got separated from the group. also i made y/n pregnant here. sorry if anyone is finding difficulty relating to that. it's just i've wrote a whole story before about my oc, and in my version the oc is pregnant with newt's baby in the glades. but i hope it doesn't take anything away from this scenario. i really want to highlight newtmas' friendship and all of its fluffiness. if you have any feedback, you can message me or write something on my ask. i would appreciate it very much.

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Newt slumped down onto the cold metal floor, his head buried in his hands. He feel his heart beating erratically in his chest. How could they be in the safe hands of WCKD, while the love of his life was still out there? Was she alone, scared, and in pain? He could hardly bear the thought.

He thought of you, your stubbornness and unyielding nature. He knew that you had made the decision to stay behind in the maze, not wanting to abandon your best friend Gally, but he couldn't help but regret not forcing you to go. He should have gone back for you, he should have done something.

But now, it was too late. He was stuck in the hands of WCKD, with no way of knowing whether y/n was even alive. The uncertainty was tearing him apart from the inside out, his mind racing with all the possibilities of what could be happening to you.

Were you in danger? Were you being hurt? The thought of you suffering alone, with no one to turn to, made his chest ache with a pain he had never felt before. Newt's anxiety spike, his thoughts are driving him insane. He knew he had to find a way to get you back, but he didn't know how.

Thomas sat down next to him, looking just as exhausted and defeated. "You okay, man?" he asked, trying to break the silence.

Newt scoffed bitterly. "How do you think I'm holding up?" he snapped. "I don't even know if she's alive or dead, and we're stuck in this damn place."

Thomas placed a hand on Newt's shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. "Maybe she's out there. We'll find her, Newt."

Newt jerked his shoulder away from Thomas' touch. "Oh, of course. How could I be so foolish? We'll just stroll out of here, past the guards and their guns, and find y/n wandering around outside the building. Simple as that." He shook his head, fear latched onto his trembling voice. "Face it, Tommy. We're trapped here. And we don't even know if y/n's alive or dead."

"Y/n's smart," Thomas stated with conviction. "She can handle herself out there, Newt."

Newt's body trembled as he shook his head, anger and grief mixing into a boiling pot of emotions inside of him. "You heard what those bloody cranks say, didn't you?" He hissed at Thomas. "The Scorch will chew us up and spit us out like we're nothing. And y/n..." His voice cracked, the anguish almost palpable. "She's out there, alone and pregnant. And I couldn't do anything to protect her."

Thomas frowned, his face etched with concern. "I know it's not ideal, but we have to keep moving forward. We have to keep fighting."

"You don't get it," Newt said, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to hold back tears. "You don't know what it's like to feel like you've lost everything,"

Thomas's face fell, his eyes betraying the pain he felt. "I do, Newt," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I lost my memories, my family, my entire life. We were all in the maze, fighting for our lives every day. I know it's not the same, but I understand loss. And I'm here for you, man. Whatever you need."

Newt's anger began to fade, replaced by a deep sadness. He leaned his head against the wall, feeling defeated. "I just miss her so damn much," he whispered, tears streaming down his face.

Thomas could see the pain on Newt's face, and he knew there was nothing he could say to take it away. He put his arms around his friend, holding him tight as Newt sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Newt. I'm so sorry," Thomas said softly. "But we can't give up. Not now. We have to keep fighting, for y/n, for ourselves, for everyone we've lost."

Newt pulled away from Thomas, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"We'll find her, Newt," Thomas asurres, his voice firm and resolute. "No matter what it takes, we'll find her and the rest of our friends."

end

2023 • ivys-cafe ☕️

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[pablitogavii]

Seventeen

Summary: Story based on the song "Seventeen" from a musical. Basically Gavi gets tired of being famous, and you want to spend a day just being "seventeen". :)

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: mentions of depression. slight angst. big fluff <3

Pablo finally had a few days off after El Clásico was over, and he really felt exhausted both physically but mainly mentally.

Ever since the World Cup, and the expanding fame he received, he haven't had a chance to just be an eighteen year old boy...he was so exhausted.

"Baby, do you want to go outside today? It's so pretty..." his girl asked from the balcony of their shared apartment and he just sighed knowing the moment he steps outside, he will be swarmed with people and their cameras..he had no energy for that now.

"I don't know amor.." he said looking at his phone more so to avoid thinking about his own exhaustion and she noticed that something was wrong with her boy going inside and walking towards him.

"What's wrong, my love?" she sat on his lap and he snaked his arms around her waist pulling her to lay her head on his shoulder which she gladly does. He kissed her forehead in that very moment feeling peaceful...he wished he can feel like this all the time.

"I'm so tired...bonita.." he spoke and she nodded knowing just hard he works every single day as a first team player and on top of that all the fame that keeps coming at him hard.

"I'm so proud of you Pablo...you do all of it and you never complain..you never ask for a break..you want to please everyone who supports you but baby, you are still eighteen.." she said running her hand through his hair knowing that calms him down and it did making him finally smile.

"I don't want disappoint anyone...but I feel completely drained from it all amor... " Pablo said feeling good that he had his girl to talk about this. He is only ever vulnerable with his family and her because they are the only ones who really know him.

"Can we be eighteen today?" you say looking up into his eyes and he smiles moving down and kissing your nose playfully.

"I think I forgot how to do that.." he said with a chuckle and you smiled sitting up and straddling his lap while snaking your hands around his neck.

"We're not special or different today...let's be normal...see bad movies.. bake brownies or go bowling...let's just be eighteen my love" you say while massaging his shoulders and he leans into your touch smiling wider and nodding his head.

"And eat some chilly fires??" he adds and you smile nodding your head knowing what a craving they are for him whenever he is allowed to eat whatever he wanted.

"Okay, let's get changed!" you say and he furrowed his bushy eyebrows but you pulled on his arm and he let you drag him into your shared bedroom.

You took your own shirt tossing it to the bed before pulling his own shirt up and he smirked down at you making you blush a little.

"You know eighteen year olds are always horny, right??" he tease and you slap his naked chest before tossing him matching pajamas you bought the first week you started dating.

"Amor, it's daylight...aren't we going to leave the house?" he asked and you nodded reminding him that today you are normal and nobody cares if you wear pajamas outside.

"Joder! You're right! I'm just a lazy eighteen year old today who wears matching pajamas with his girl!" he said grabbing your waist and spinning you around as you giggled.

"Now, let's go grocery shopping for those brownies!" you say and he nodded putting you down.

"Race you to the front door??" he said giving you a bit of a head start (after all he is a professional athlete) and still you arrived at the same time. (he surely let it happen)

You snuck through the back exit of the building giggling while going behind the crowd of paparazzi holding hands and walking towards the grocery shop with your hoods on.

"We look like hobos" Pablo said and you giggled nodding your head moving closer and kissing his lips lovingly. You were happy that you could do something to help Pablo feel better again.

You got ingredients for brownies before going into a candy isle and your eyes grew at the nerd ropes making Pablo smirk and raise his eyebrows sarcastically.

"Baby, could you reach them for me? I'm too short!" you pout and he smiled moving towards you before getting you on his shoulders so you can reach the top isle.

"Oh shit!" you pulled to hard and the entire isle collapsed making Pablo catch you before you fell and the two of you laughs echoed the whole store.

"Ai chicos! Que pasa!?" the owner was not as satisfied but when Pablo took his hood off everything was forgotten.

"Pablo Gavi! Chico, tú eres fantasticó!" owner took an autograph and let us go without calling the cops promising not to tell anyone we were in the store.

"We can use it if it helps amor..come on!" he smirks and you laugh nodding your head before he payed for your ingredients and you were on your way back home.

"They discovered our back exit!" you whined knowing there is no way around paparazzi now and you hated that your "normal" day just had to be ruined after you saw Pablo's face turn grim once again.

"Pablo! Por favor! Pablo, aquí!" screams were everywhere and Pablo felt his head pounding as he grabbed your hand and pushed through the crowd smiling to the cameras before going inside.

You arrived to the apartment and he was massaging his temple angrily while you put the bag down and walked towards him feeling his hand go around your waist.

"I'm sorry, baby...um..do you want me?" you look wondering if head massage is what he needed but his grim face softened when he saw you apologizing despite it not being your fault.

You touched his temple but his hands took your and he kissed them lovingly before pulling you to sit on the sofa with him.

"Don't apologize, mi vida...it's not your fault..and we are not going to let them ruin our normal day okay??" he said and you were so glad he did kissing his lips in excitement before jumping off his lap towards the kitchen.

"Hey! Come back here!" he rushed after you hugging you from behind while you read how brownies are to be prepared.

You added all ingredients together while Pablo followed you like a lost puppy..he might know his way around a football pitch but in the kitchen he was lost. Seeing you struggle a bit, he asked if he could mix and you let him pecking his lips before turning on the oven.

"Do you think it's good?" he said and you walked back leaning closer to see but didn't see he took some dough on his finger and put it on your nose and mouth while you squealed.

"Pablo!" you said acting angry but liking this childish side of your boy who pulled you in and licked the dough of your face as you both laughed.

You put the brownies in the oven seeing his big pouting face

"Now what??" he said like a an impatient child.

"Now we wait, baby" you scrunch his face walking to the living room sitting down and he joined shortly as you watched some stupid Spanish soap opera.

"Díos mio, amor..this is so bad" he said grossed out by old people kissing and you giggled kissing his lips making him pull you down and start kissing from your lips to neck when oven was beeping.

"Mierda!" he groaned on top of you and you smirked getting up while he tried concealing his boner which you both clearly noticed.

"Alright, it's ready Pablito!!" you called while he "calmed down" a bit and joined you taking a big bite of the delicious pastry before pulling you into a kiss.

"It's sooo good...Díos!" he moaned and you smiled shaking your head and drinking your milk making white mustache that made him laugh.

"I take it you are not angry we were interrupted anymore?" you laugh and he rolled his eyes putting brownie down before walking up to you to hug you from behind kissing your neck.

"You're my favorite desert amor.." he whispered and you giggled nodding your head while leaning back into him.

"Thank you, mi vida...te amo mucho" he said now seriously and you turned around in his arms going on your tip toes to kiss his lips lovingly.

"Anything for my campeon!" you say and he smirked grabbing your body making you sit on the island while getting between your legs and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

"I know another "normal" thing we can do.." he smirked into the kiss and so did you nodding your head and letting him carry you to your bedroom. ;))

Hope you liked it! I had this idea for so long and finally decided to write it down <3

[lemotmo]

Hi, I need to get something of my chest if I may. If not, feel free to ignore this message. ❤️ I've been so livid and angry about some peoples rasist, sexist and dare I say queerphobic behaviour all because of a fucking FICTIONAL character!! It's been going on for months but this is really the tip of the iceberg, like fuck those hypocritical asslickers and lfj for instigating it, for everything they said. Wanting for Ryan to get deported? Like where to? Texas?? All of a sudden he's not white enough lmao. And everything else they are saying about him and Oliver and Angela Bassett??? I'm not saying lfj didn't get hate but lmao he knew for like two months that he was leaving... Them claiming he's a victim and that he was bullied of the show when he was only a guest star and sorry to say not that great of an actor... I have no sympathy for him and based on all the problematic shit he said, I'm glad we are rid of him and his minions. Good riddance I say, no one is going to miss them! And with the shitstorm they are causing, why would the show want lfj back or any show for that matter??? I wasn't around prior to S7, but I understand what Tim meant about the fandom being worse than ever. I've been in some fandoms where things were tense but nothing like this. Sorry for the rant, it's just so infuriating to see how they behave toward real life people over a bland fictional character. They can like who they want for whatever reason, but imo there here are tons of better gay characters out there and claiming he was some revolutionary representation or whatever tells me all I need to know about them. Sorry again for the rant idk who to talk to about this. Hope you have a nice day! ❤️🙏

Oh Nonny, it's clear you needed to get this off your chest. It's okay. I get it.

You only came in during season 7? You missed such a great period before that. I'm not saying everything was alway perfect and there definitely was fandom discourse. That's unavoidable. But it was discourse on another level. Nowhere near the level we reached over the last couple of months.

But as soon as the Tommies appeared things changed considerably. We were all harassed, accused of terrible things and called 'delusional' for shipping Buddie, a ship that had been around since season 2.

We went from a relative peaceful fandom to a toxic fandom in one single episode. I got called homophobic for not really vibing with Tommy two days after the episode had aired. It was the beginning of a long and very exhausting journey for all of us.

Tommy/Lou and his unhinged fans are the worst thing that has ever happened to the 911 fandom.

But what is done is done. We can't go back. We can only move forward from here. And the future seems so much brighter. No more Tommy and after the way Lou egged his fans on to attack the show and Oliver? Well, we won't ever see him back at ABC. 😏

So let it all out Nonny and then move on. We're in the thick of things right now, but it will all soon pass. As soon as the fandom moves on to the new episode, the Tommies will scatter and probably follow Lou to SWAT. Some hardcore Tommies will stick around, but if we all collectively ignore them, they'll eventually go away as well.

I hope you have a lovely day Nonny!

[marshmallowprotection]

i gotta request a fiction about giving ray a hug on day 4. our boy deserves all of the hugs and that analysis was heartbreaking 💔😭

Ray was trembling like a leaf caught in the summer breeze, and all you wanted to do was embrace him. Yet, you didn't want to crowd him or touch him without his express consent. V cornered him, and the very sight of that man standing a mere few feet away from you had set him off. You weren't sure what to believe about the RFA and their validity, of the truths and lies you'd been told, but seeing how Ray reacted told you all you needed to know for now.

Something in this place was a lie, but Ray's fear wasn't a lie.

He was genuinely terrified of V.

"Ray," you gentle voice tried to reach out to him as you sat in front of him. "Ray, can you hear me?"

His face was buried in his hands as he sobbed. The sounds of harsh wheezing and coughing followed. Even if he could hear you, whatever seeing V had done to him wasn't going to go away anytime soon. He tried to puff out his chest and protect you, but the longer V stood in front of you, the harder it was for him to remain strong. Whatever V had done to him... whatever pain he experienced... it had to be one of the worst moments of his life if his response rendered him unable to see the forest through the trees.

What happened?

You tried again, "Ray?"

His sobbing hadn't died down, but he peaked at you through his fingers and instantly looked away when you saw how red and puffy his eyes had become. He'd already looked exhausted when you first saw him earlier in the night, but now it was written all over his face... had he even slept before meeting up with you? Had he stopped to close his eyes?

You knew he had a headache the night before and popped a few caffeine pills to help the pain, but that probably meant he stayed awake instead of resting.

No wonder this was so hard on him. His body wasn't taken care of the way it needed to be, and that must've made this emotional backlash even harder on him. Seeing V set him off, but he couldn't do anything to protect either of you because of his exhaustion, and whatever the harsh memories did to him. It wasn't his fault. You didn't blame him for not being able to protect the two of you. V should've backed off when you warned him to stop.

Why didn't he stop when he causing obvious duress?

Why?

"Ray, honey, it's okay, I'm not upset," you coaxed him. You weren't sure how else to reach him but you knew he wouldn't get any better by crying himself to sleep. "We're safe now, he's long gone and the guards are going to capture him before he gets away so you don't have to be afraid of him hurting you or me ever again. You did your best to protect us. Thank you."

He whimpered. The sound broke your heart but what could you do to help him? He didn't have the energy to explain. He promised you that he would explain everything later, once you were safe, just before he showed up and frightened Ray to the core. You knew you would talk to you about it when he was ready, but... this was different. You just wanted to know how to help.

"Can I hold you?"

Shame bled across his features.

"I want to, Ray. I really want to hold you so you can feel safe again—so, I can feel safe again," you insisted. You knew he would be more likely to listen to your request if you told him it would help you. "Please?"

Ray didn't run away. He made a noise that sounded like confirmation, so you decided to press your luck and embrace him. If he jolted out of your hug or pushed you away, you knew you wouldn't pressure him to do more than that. He didn't push you away, and though it took a very painful moment of sobbing before he moved, you held him gently, so very gently, as to show him that you would never keep him locked up. His sobs became louder but his arms wormed their way around your middle after you gave him that peace.

His face was buried against your chest, desperate for the sound of your heartbeat, as you pressed your lips against the top of his head, whispering sweet nothings to your precious Ray.

Even if this place wasn't what it seemed, you knew whatever had frightened Ray was real and he needed you to be there for him as it seemed like nobody else could be.

[igglemouse]

Here I am starting my morning the best way I know, with pancakes! You can never go wrong with pancakes, buttery, soft, drizzled with syrup and...I am sure the baby agrees! I feel like with each bite I can feel her kicking with approval and Pascal is not complaining either, although he is staring at my belly in between his own bites.

"Is it possible there are two in there?" he asks, revealing the reason behind the attention he's giving my bump. He's teasing, of course, but I know what he's getting at. I'm getting pretty big!

"Nooo, just one little girl!" I assure him, rubbing my belly with a big wide grin. "At least according to the doctor!"

"Doctors can be wrong sometimes," he shrugs, making a good point there. "You never know..."

And I do laugh at that but I really really REALLY hope the doctor is right because I am definitely not prepared for twins. Not at all. The thought of it is- "No, I think we will be sticking with one right now, thank you very much!"

Hey look at that, we're a team today! Yeah, doesn't happen a lot but it feels like such a victory right now! He's in the kitchen washing dishes and scrubbing countertops and I'm pushing the vacuum around, beating the dust before it can conquer our humble home!

The best thing about knowing that I'm having a little girl? Working on her room! I spend a good chunk of my day doing just that and while it is very much a work in progress I do think it is coming together. Yes, I know, pink is sooo predictable as a color but honestly? I love pink, I'm not ashamed to say it. It's a soft color and I want to create a sweet and calming environtment for mi princesa. I can already picture her wriggling around in her crib with toys scatted about and...ahh, soon, soon!

I'm realizing that I've always wanted to be a mother. I was in such a perilous situation before moving here that the idea of bringing life into the world seemed silly but now that I'm in a more stable situation? Well, let's just say I wouldn't mind, in the future of course, doing all of this again.

There is still enough daylight left when Irene swings by for a visit and as usual her mind is buzzing with ideas about her future restaurant. It's a common topic between us so today is no different.

"I think about it a lot," she tells me with the excitement in her eyes clear. "Names, themes, dishes, whatever pops on my mind I guess."

"Investors? Have you thought about that?" I ask, as it is honestly the most crucial question. The only way this thing becomes a reality is through simoleons. In the back of my mind I think of Ray, he's successful, isn't he? But our relationship is new and it probably would not help to push that right now. Fortunately, perhaps he is not needed?

"Yes, actually!" She says perking up. "I might meet with him soon here, I don't want to get too excited but it's a start."

It definitely is and I'm so very excited about it all becoming a reality some day. "Just take things slowly," I advise her, giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze. "You don't want to rush into the wrong deal with the wrong person. It's always better to take an inch forward than risk taking ten steps back."

And after that, I'm drained. Calling it exhaustion wouldn't even cover it. I'm calling it a night because growing a tiny human is no easy business, I'm sure some of you completely understand. So, I'm going to nap and see you all tomorrow!

Elsewhere, Simón find himself at a crossroads. Finally he feels it is time to move forward with his life although he knows that deep down there will always be a part of him that clings to what he had with Frida...but the reality is he knows she has moved on and it is time for him to do the same.

Sara might not be Frida, no one could ever be because there's always only one of anyone, so she is special in her own right. Warm, compassionate, and her humor is effortless. She makes him smile when he least expects it and she stirs feelings inside of him that he thought only one woman could, so perhaps she is the one to help him finally let go of the past?

But as much as he tries to look ahead, the past clings to him like shadow. His employers keep calling, keep offering him more work, presenting temptation to slip back into a world that he thought he'd left behind...

For some, the past is simply inescapable. The weight of it must be dragged along as its tied to your neck and going without it means losing your head. As he picks up the phone he wonders if it'll always be like this, if there is a way out...

Frida Varela Index ~ Episode 7.4

[chelseachilly]

THIS LOVE - chapter four | you can hear it in the silence

pairing: ben chilwell x reader

rating: T

word count: 2.2k

summary: you try to keep your distance from ben after italy, but after a terrible day, there's no one else you'd rather be with. i wonder why that is...

A/N: sorry it took longer than usual to update guys, it's been a very busy week for me! this one's a bit short as well but the next will be longer. i'm so happy the prem is back and we're getting so much good ben content though, the chelsea media team is keeping us well fed (and inspired one line of this chapter lol). title is from you are in love by taylor swift 🙈

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Your plan when you got back to London seemed almost foolproof at the time.

You picked up a bunch of shifts at work, more than you would ever normally take on in one week. If you’re constantly working, then that gives you 1) an excuse not to attend any more events with Ben and 2) a good distraction from the developing feelings you’re experiencing for him.

The facts are simple.

He is your best friend in the world. He most certainly doesn’t return whatever weird feelings you’re having. Nothing is going to happen.

You’re sure it’s just a weird side-effect of this fake dating you’ve been doing, but that’s just playing pretend. 

Seeing him return to his usual ways - that perhaps he never left - of sleeping with beautiful models, firmly planted you back in the real world. 

And there’s nothing that can help you snap out of your fantasy life than a double shift in an East London emergency department. 

By the end of the week, you’re burnt out, exhausted, and you’re coming off what might be the worst shift you’ve ever had. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong, and it takes all your energy just to make it home on the tube and get yourself up the stairs to your flat afterward.

You don’t know whether you want to cry, scream, sleep, eat, or something else entirely when you finally make it to your couch and collapse into it. 

Some time passes - you’re not sure if it’s minutes or hours - without you moving a muscle, your face buried in a pillow as you try to forget about your nightmare day. You’re snapped out of it when there’s a knock on your door. 

You’re not expecting anyone, but you reluctantly force yourself off the couch and trudge your way over to open it. 

And there stands Ben, who you haven’t seen or really spoken to except a few texts in a week and a half. Perfect.

“Ben, what are you doing here?” 

You’re aware it’s not the most polite greeting, but you don’t really have much more than that in you. 

“Are you alright?” Ben asks as soon as he has a moment to take you in, his eyes scanning your face. “You didn’t answer my call yesterday or my texts this morning, I was worried.”

Although you missed the texts because your phone was off at work and haven’t had the energy to check your messages since, you did dodge his call. 

“I’m fine, I just had a long day at work and I-“ You pause as it dawns on you what day it is, as well as the fact that Ben is dressed a bit more smartly than usual, in black trousers and a nice leather jacket. “Oh, shit. The Nike thing. I completely forgot.”

You had agreed weeks ago to attend a big flashy party for Nike as Ben’s date tonight, but as you focused all your energy on work this week it completely slipped your mind. 

“I’m sorry, just give me a few minutes to get changed and I’ll-“

“Hey, hey,” Ben says softly, stepping into your flat and closing the door behind him. “Forget about the party, is something wrong?”

You shake your head. “I just had a rough day at work.”

Ben nods, gesturing for you to go on, and something about the sincere worry in his eyes makes it impossible for you to remain closed off from him.

“We were really understaffed, and it was just one thing after another and then I lost a patient and I just-“ 

You cut yourself off as you feel that you’re about to cry, the sheer weight of your awful day and week catching up with you, but Ben can see it in the way your lip is trembling slightly and you’re avoiding eye contact with him.

“It’s alright, come here,” he says, stepping closer and pulling you into his arms before you can insist that you don’t need to be comforted. You definitely do, and there’s no better comfort on earth than Ben’s hugs. 

He holds you close against him, letting you hide your face in his chest, and you can’t resist letting out a few sobs now that he’s opened the emotional floodgates. 

“Shh, you’re okay,” Ben says so softly that it almost makes you cry harder. “I’ve got you.”

Slowly, and never breaking contact, Ben shuffles you both backward until the back of your legs hits the couch and eases you both into a seated position. He pulls you even closer so your legs are draped over his lap and your face rests in the crook of his neck, his hands slowly rubbing your back as your sobs taper off into quiet whimpers.

You can feel everything bad and stressful about today slowly leave your body with every soothing murmur and stroke of Ben’s warm hand against your back. 

He’s like an instant cure for everything wrong with the world, and it occurs to you that a big part of your terrible mood is probably the result of not seeing him for longer than usual. 

Now that you’re back in his presence, in the strong arms that have held you when you were eight and you scraped your knee falling off a bike and when you were sixteen and a boy broke your heart for the first time, you never want to leave. 

You’re no longer crying when you finally find the strength to pull away from him and look him in the eye. 

Ben releases you but keeps his hands firmly on your arms as he examines your face with worried eyes and a creased brow. 

“Are you alright?” he asks barely above a whisper. 

You nod, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Sorry, I guess this week was just a bit overwhelming.”

“You’ve been working a lot lately, yeah?”

“Yeah, well, have to pay the bills,” you shrug, as if that’s the only reason you’ve been drowning yourself in shifts on purpose. 

You do regret the comment slightly as Ben’s mouth opens and you know what he’s going to say before he even says it. 

“Y/N, if you ever need money, you know-“

“Ben,” you interrupt. “I don’t need money, I’m fine. It was just a stressful week, but I’ve got a few days off now.”

You’ve had this dispute before, with Ben freaking out whenever you seem overworked and insisting on covering some of your expenses. You never take him up on it, obviously. You do mostly love your job and helping people, and Ben knows that. He just worries about you. 

“Alright, fine,” Ben accepts. “Now why don’t we order some food and pick something to watch?”

You blink at him in confusion. “What? What about the Nike thing?”

Ben shrugs. “I’ll skip it. No big deal.”

“Ben-“

“Y/N, you had a shit day, you’re not going to some dumb party, and I’m not leaving you alone.”

He says it so matter-of-factly, like it’s his job to take care of you when you’re sad. Like he’s more than just your friend.

You can’t help but smile at his sincere expression, and how he’s gently rubbing your calf that’s still draped over his lap, as if you touch each other like this in private all the time. 

“I thought you said it would be a fun party?” you raise an eyebrow. “Or were you just trying to trick me into it?”

Ben laughs. “Well, it might be alright. A couple of the boys are gonna be there. But not as fun as watching a film with you.”

There it is again - that damn fluttering in your chest that is equal parts exciting and terrifying. 

Suddenly, doing anything with Ben sounds pretty good. Even a dumb party. 

“You know what, let’s go,” you say, wiping any remaining tears from your cheeks. “There’s no point in this whole fake dating thing if we don’t commit, right?”

“Are you sure?” Ben asks, frowning a bit. “We really don’t have to.”

“I’m sure. Let me go get changed.”

You get ready fairly quickly, putting on your go-to little black dress and comfiest heels, because you did just work a 12-hour day. You make your hair look presentable and apply a bit of makeup.

It’s nothing special, but the look on Ben’s face when you walk out of your bedroom says otherwise. 

The stress of your day continues to fade away to nothing as you and Ben make your way over to the party. Ben drives as they have a match Sunday so he won’t be drinking anything, and he loudly sings along to the Taylor Swift song on the radio in a clear attempt to cheer you up. It’s definitely working.

The party is a cool, lively affair at the Nike HQ. There are loads of athletes there, some that you recognize from television and some that you know through Ben. 

As you navigate the party, chatting with some Nike execs and some of Ben’s past and present teammates, Ben maintains some kind of physical touch with you. His fingers intertwined with yours as you walk in; his arm around your waist as you talk to his mates; his hand rubbing gentle circles on your lower back as you order a drink. 

You don’t know if it’s the fact that this is an event hosted by one of his biggest sponsors and he wants to play up the “man in love” thing or if he’s still trying to comfort you, but you can’t help hoping it’s the latter. 

After a while, Ben is approached by someone from Nike asking if he can do a short interview for social media. 

“Your girlfriend is welcome to join too,” the woman says nicely, flashing you a smile.

“You don’t have to,” Ben whispers in your ear, but you just shrug. 

Normally you would shy away from any press, but maybe a part of you doesn’t mind being called his girlfriend tonight.

“I’ll do it,” you say with a small smile at the interviewer. 

Ben keeps his arm protectively around your waist as the interview begins, glancing at you from time to time to make sure you’re alright.

They ask him a few questions about football before diving into the personal stuff, which you know is juicer for social media. 

“So, Ben, we see you’ve brought your lovely girlfriend Y/N here tonight,” the interviewer says. “How does she keep you grounded during the hectic football season?”

You tense a bit as you wonder what Ben is going to say, or if he’s going to be able to come up with anything on the spot, but he barely takes a second to respond.

“She’s such a calming presence in my life, really,” Ben says, squeezing your waist slightly. “She’s a nurse, so her job is infinitely harder than mine, and she still supports me emotionally whenever I hit a low point with my career. She’s…just the best person I know.”

Your heart is beating so wildly that you’re worried Ben is going to be able to tell, but you don’t have much time to stop being flustered before she’s directing a question at you.

“Y/N, I’ve heard that you two have known each other for quite some time before your relationship began,” she says. “What’s your favourite thing about Ben?”

There are a million things that come to mind right away, most of which feel too personal to share. 

You love how he takes care of the people in his life without expecting anything in return. You love how he cries every time you watch Marley and Me together, even though he’s seen it a thousand times.  You love close he is with his family and how he calls his mum every Sunday night just to chat. 

You love…

“I love how positive he is,” you say after a moment when you realize it’s taking you too long to answer. “He’s overcome a lot of adversity in his career, but he always has a smile on his face and makes everyone around him feel better by being in his presence.”

While you try to keep your answer somewhat football-related, since this is a work function, it’s also completely true.

And when Ben looks at you with that same bright smile, you think he knows that.

“Well, it seems love is in the air at Nike HQ tonight,” the interviewer swoons. “I hope you both have a nice evening, and we wish you all the best this season, Ben.”

As she leaves you standing there alone with Ben, trying to process the weight of your feelings, he turns to smile at you and tightens his grip on your waist.

When you meet his gaze and your stomach churns, you know two things for certain.

The first is that you’re in love with your best friend. It’s absolutely terrifying, due in part to the fact that you think you may have been in love with him without realizing it for a long time, but there’s no disputing it anymore.

The second is that you’re going to have to end this fake relationship before someone gets hurt. 

You just hope it’s not too late.

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[philomenie]

KILLING ME SOFTLY

Hitman!Jolly - Part 1

CN murder, violence, sex, organized crime, blood, angst, 18+

@jilliemiw86 @nojoyontheburn @reyadawn @dsireland86

Thirteen

WHERE are you?! Jolly types into his cell phone. I'm in the emergency room waiting area. I promised you I'd wait! Olivia writes back. Jolly breathes a sigh of relief. Good, I'll be right with you! He replies. Jolly is exhausted. He feels like he could sleep for a whole week. After Oleg's body was taken to the pathology department and Inga and Kolja were informed of Oleg's sudden death, events came thick and fast. Contrary to expectations, Semjon, that damn tough motherfucker, survived the operation. However, he is now in a coma and it is only a matter of time before he finally dies. Because he won't wake up. The doctors were very clear. This brain tumor has now caused so much damage that Semjon will not live out the last days of his cursed life consciously, but will instead lie ventilated and unconscious in a bed until his body finally gives up. Inga then had a nervous breakdown.

Jolly might even have felt sorry for her, but Inga is a calculating, ice-cold bitch who will walk over dead bodies to achieve her goals. Kolja was completely without a plan, helpless, until Nadja took care of him. And this weakling is now supposed to take over the organization, his father's empire. To carry on his legacy... Jolly thinks bitterly. An undertaking that is already doomed to failure. But that's fine by him. He wants nothing more to do with it anyway. Inga and Kolja will stay with Semjon for the night, that has already been arranged. Kolja has also instructed him to secure all his father's documents and bring them to safety, which Jolly has just done. Luckily, Semjon was always organized and prepared for any eventuality, so Jolly hardly had any problems. What he also did, however, while he was at it, was to make a copy of all Semjon's data. He now has it on a flash drive, safely stored in his pocket. He is not yet sure exactly what he will do with it. It all depends on what difficulties arise in the near future.

“Hey, I'd like to go home now. I've sent men to keep watch outside the door. Your house and offices are also secured. So if you don't need me anymore....” Jolly looks at Kolja questioningly. “Hmm,” Kolja nods absentmindedly, pale and holding his father's hand, ”If there's anything, I'll call you....” “Good... I hope he recovers!” Jolly chokes out quickly before leaving the room. He tells the men in front of him again to take good care and then goes into the waiting area of the emergency room. He discovers Olivia, who is curled up on one of the seats, lying more than sitting. The sight of her warms Jolly. This woman never ceases to amaze me, he thinks to himself with a smile. But before he goes to her, he takes another good look around. Something like what happened to Oleg and Artur's men before MUST never happen again, he thinks to himself grimly. He must never be that careless again. Jolly sits down next to her, “Can we go?” he asks her quietly. “Hmm,” Olivia nods and takes his hand. Jolly now looks her in the eye, “We need to be more careful!” he declares seriously, “Let's talk about this at home!” Olivia raises an eyebrow, but nods and lets Jolly, who has already stood up, pull her along. “I'm certainly not going to move in with Doi or Davis or whatever his name is on a temporary basis! Especially not without you! You can forget it!” Olivia hisses angrily at Jolly and throws a towel at him. “Liv... it's the safest thing for you!” Jolly tries again. “NO!” she growls as she stomps into the bedroom. “LIV! I'm serious. It's too dangerous for you.... If we're seen together again....” Jolly begins again.

“No... just NO!” hisses Olivia back ”You don't think yourself that I'm going to hide out at Doi's, stop going to work, which isn't so easy to do, and leave you here alone? Sorry, but... forget it!” “LIV!” Jolly starts to get angry and grabs her by the arm, yanking her towards him, “I need a clear head! I don't have one if I have to worry about you all the time....” “You don't have to worry!” snorts Olivia, ”I'll be fine!” Jolly shakes his head in bewilderment, “FINE? LIV, you were attacked because of ME. Your life was threatened today because of ME. Both times because I wasn't attentive enough. This must not happen again!”

“And then you'll send me away? To the Yakuza? That's your plan then?” Olivia hisses at him, ”And you stay here? You'll be here every day with these, these.... Inhumans? Let them use you.... Hurt you....” Jolly grabs her upper arms, holding her tight, “YES! Because I have to. Because I can't act suspicious. Because too much depends on it. Because YOUR life depends on it!” “No!” Olivia shakes her head again, ”I'm not going alone! IF you want me to go to Doi, then only with you! I'm staying here.. Here with you!” “God damn it, LIV!” groans Jolly, ‘You're the most stubborn, impossible wench I've ever met!’ and loosens his grip. Olivia glares angrily at him, her eyes glowing dark green. Then she suddenly grabs his face, pulls him towards her and kisses him greedily. She runs her tongue between his lips and presses herself against him. Jolly wraps his arms around her body and presses her against him. Olivia lets go of him with a gasp, “I'm not leaving you! Never in my life will I do that!” “God Liv....” moans Jolly and is interrupted by another kiss from Olivia. Greedily, they both press against each other, running their hands over each other's bodies.

Olivia impatiently tugs Jolly's tie off his neck and undoes the small buttons of his shirt. “FUCK!” she hisses as it goes too slowly for her and simply rips his shirt open. The buttons pop off and fall to the wooden floor of her bedroom with a clatter. Jolly snorts, reaches into her hair and presses his lips to hers again as Liv pulls his shirt off his shoulders. Jolly lets his mouth travel down her neck, then sucks on her tender skin right at the crook of her neck. Olivia gasps, “No hickey...” she whispers. “Hmm,” Jolly growls, biting lightly into her neck before sucking on her again, running his tongue over her skin in circular motions as his fingers unzip her jeans and slip them downwards in an agitated manner. Olivia kicks the jeans off her body and kicks them away, undoing Jolly's belt and pants. Jolly lifts her up and throws her onto the bed next to him. He takes off her sweatshirt and immediately kisses her neck and her sensitive earlobe again. “FUCk!” Olivia gasps as pleasurable shivers race through her body. Jolly pushes his hands into her panties and pulls them off her body. As his fingers touch her folds, he snorts, “Damn....” he grins, as she is already completely wet.

Impatiently, she arches towards him and Jolly pushes two fingers inside her while Liv pulls his boxer shorts down with her hands and feet, freeing his hard cock. “You're skillful!” he laughs in amusement. “Shall I show you HOW skillful?” she teases him, pushing him onto the bed and swinging herself on top of him. She holds his cock and slowly sinks onto him, moaning, until he is completely inside her. Jolly presses the back of his head into the pillow and claws into the soft flesh of her hips as Olivia begins to move back and forth in smooth movements.

When Jolly opens his eyes, his breath almost catches and if he wasn't already hard as concrete from her touch and presence, he would be now..... Olivia has her eyes closed and is nibbling her hard, round nipple with one hand, gently stroking her clit with the other. “FUCK, woman......!” gasps Jolly and begins to thrust into her mercilessly, holding her with an iron grip.

As Olivia's orgasm rushes through her, she collapses on top of him, clinging to him, “I'm NOT going anywhere!” she gasps, “We're staying together!” “God, Liv....” moans Jolly before he pours into her. Trembling, they remain lying there. Liv lifts her head, “We'll stay together no matter what! We'll get through this together. I'll do the devil and leave you alone!” and then she kisses him. Jolly wraps his arms around her, “I love you so much ....” he whispers harshly.

“What's this?” Olivia wants to know from Jolly after he has taken a memory stick out of his pocket and thrown his pants back on the floor. “THIS, min Liv, is our back-up!” he smiles and hands it to Olivia. “A memory stick?!” Olivia raises her eyebrow questioningly. “Hmm” nods Jolly, ”I can use it to ensure our freedom and safety!” “And why should I go to Doi then?” Olivia wants to know. “Kolja and Inga don't know that I'm getting out, that I have all the information about the organization, about them, about every single member, their connections, their business, everything, on this memory stick!” smiles Jolly. “Where did you get it so suddenly?” Olivia sits up and looks closely at the memory stick. “I had to back up all the data for Kolja today and I seized the opportunity.....” grins Jolly. “That means you can buy your way out with this thing?” Olivia asks. “Hmm... something like that. I see it more as security that they'll leave us alone if they don't want me to use the data against them!” explains Jolly. “So you're going to keep pretending everything's fine until Doi has our new papers?” Olivia looks at him questioningly.

“Hmm” nods Jolly and lies back in the pillows, ”Semjon dies... that throws everything into disarray. So it's easy for us to disappear. There's no better time, so to speak!” Olivia snuggles up to him, “Your word in God's ear!” and wants to give Jolly the stick back.

“You keep it!” urges Jolly, ”Keep it in a safe place where you can access it whenever you need to.” Olivia turns pale, “You think....” she gulps. “No, I don't think so!” Jolly hastens to say, ”No one suspects.... I'll just disappear, with you, and that'll be that!” “OK.....” mumbles Olivia, pressing herself against him. “Oleg Petrow..... you weren't involved by any chance?” is the first thing Jolly hears from Doi when he calls him. “Possibly...” Jolly remains vague. “So you're already cleaning up after yourself. I like that!” laughs Doi. “More of a coincidence.... It just so happened!” explains Jolly. “How long does Volkov have left?” Doi wants to know. “A few days, if you believe the doctors!” shrugs Jolly.

“It would be good if he didn't leave the hospital alive!” Doi suddenly says. “Not a chance. Inga and Kolja are with him 24/7. His bodyguards outside the door. That would be suicide! Just wait and see... it'll sort itself out!” promises Jolly. “Good.... But Semjon's puppy.....” Doi follows up. “Inga is more dangerous than Kolja. If you want to get someone out of the way, it's her!” growls Jolly.

“I've been thinking... about what you said, about Nadja... I've asked around and your idea isn't the worst....” explains Doi. “What are you trying to tell me?” Jolly wants to know. “Well, nothing special really... except that I'd like Nadja to be the head of the organization instead of Kolja!” smiles Doi into the phone. “I'm supposed to get Kolja and Inga out of the way?” hisses Jolly. “Hmm, and preferably those who are loyal to them!” nods Doi. “FUCK, that wasn't the deal!” growls Jolly angrily. “No, our deal stands! I have another deal in mind.... I guarantee you permanent protection after you get off. You'd never have to look over your shoulder to see if you've been found out...” Doi offers, ”I'll add another million on top of the million!”

Jolly is speechless, “Um... I have to think about that first!” he chokes out. “Do that! Think about it carefully! Oh, by the way, I have your papers..... just for your information. You can take them and leave at any time and we'll call it even. Or you can take care of Kolja, Inga and whoever else first and I'll guarantee your safety!” Doi explains. “I'll be in touch!” Jolly presses out and hangs up. FUCK, what a fucking asshole, Jolly thinks angrily. Doi's offer is tempting, insanely tempting. But he would be handing his life and Olivia's over to the yakuza. FUCK!!! Jolly needs to discuss this with Olivia and see what she thinks! “There's no way you're doing this!!!” Olivia is beside herself, “Let Doi handle this himself if he wants it bad enough. We'll take our new papers and get out of here! Preferably immediately..... Just get away from all this!” “Hmm,” Jolly nods thoughtfully. Olivia looks at him, stunned, “You're seriously thinking about this? Are you fucking serious?” “No.....” sighs Jolly, then looks at her, ”Yes.... If I'm honest, yes, I am thinking about it!”

“Have you gone completely mad now?” Olivia hisses, walking up to him and taking his face in both hands, ”Joakim... we can leave now... Please, let's just pack what we need and get out.... By the time those monsters realize that, we'll be out of the country and can start over.... That's what we want, a life together!” Jolly takes her hands in his, kisses them, “Yes, min Liv, that's what I want nothing more than anything else!” “But??” Olivia is despairing, “There is a but, isn't there?!” Jolly shrugs his shoulder, “They'll come after us.... Chasing.... Probably track us down eventually....” “No... we'll be careful. Inconspicuous....” Olivia hastily explains. “Min Liv.... I'm ripping you out of your life here anyway... and for an uncertain future full of danger and fear....” Jolly shakes his head. “I don't care about that! As long as we're together, we'll manage. We can do anything!” urges Olivia. “Liv....” Jolly shakes his head, “If I do this for Doi, we're protected. You're protected. Nothing will happen to you!” “Stop it... I don't care about Doi's protection!” hisses Olivia, ”This is all way too dangerous! If they catch you doing this or get suspicious... Joakim, they'd kill you on sight! That.... I wouldn't survive that!” “Liv... I know these people. They have connections everywhere... We'd be on the run for life... I don't want that for you!” explains Jolly.

“FUCK!!! Listen to me!!!” Olivia gets angry, “I don't give a fuck, as long as we're together!” Jolly shakes his head, “No... I have to make sure we're safe after this!” “GOD!” Olivia throws her hands in the air, “Let's just leave. Just like we planned! Please! Think about it carefully. We'd be at the mercy of Doi, the Yakuza, for the rest of our lives. Out of the frying pan into the fire, so to speak. That's not what you want, what we want!” “I'll sort it out with Doi!” nods Jolly slowly. Olivia stares at him, stunned, “So you've decided to do this?! Just like that? Even though I don't want you to?” “I have to do it, min Liv!” gulps Jolly. “NO, YOU DON'T HAVE TO!” she yells at him, punching him in the chest with her fist, causing him to stumble backwards in shock. Olivia continues to punch him, “YOU WILL NOT DO THAT! YOU'RE NOT RISKING YOUR LIFE TO THIS INSANITY JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU HAVE TO DO IT TO PROTECT ME!” she screams at him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Shhh, min Liv, shhh!” Jolly tries to calm her down and takes her in his arms. “NO, DON'T TOUCH ME!” cries Olivia angrily, ”IF YOU DON'T GO WITH ME NOW, THAT WILL LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHIND YOU.....” Olivia breaks off the sentence, looking at him in despair.

“Liv.....” Jolly swallows, ”Understand... If I kill Semjon, Inga, Kolja, then I can close this chapter in my shitty life. Close it for good and at the same time ensure our safety. I HAVE to do it! I HAVE to kill Semjon... I can't wait for him to die. He MUST die at my hands. I owe it to my family. I owe it to myself!” Olivia closes her eyes and lowers her head in despair, “And risk your life.....” she whispers harshly. “Not if I act fast!” Jolly shakes his head, grabbing Olivia's upper arms, ”Liv... I'm not going to die doing this. I know what I have to do. When to do it so I don't get caught doing it!” Olivia clings to him, “I can't lose you, do you hear me? I just can't. I'd die if I lost you!” she sobs. Jolly pulls her close, “You won't lose me, min Liv, I won't let you. YOU know you're my North Star, I'll always come back to you. Always! I can't help it!” he whispers tenderly. “God, Joakim....” sobs Olivia, ”I just don't want you to do this! Please.... Let's pack, let's go... away, just away!” “We will!” kisses Jolly her, ”When I get this done!” Olivia breaks free from his grip, shaking her head, “No!” she swallows, “Either we leave NOW, or....” again, she leaves the threat unspoken.

Jolly looks at her for a long time, “Well..... how fast can you pack?” he wants to know from her. “Um.....” Olivia looks around in surprise, “One day, then I'll have everything I need!” “Good, then I'll call Doi and ask for our papers!” nods Jolly. “Really?” Olivia looks at him questioningly. “Yes....” Jolly confirms and pulls her close again, ”Don't worry anymore, min Liv. We're going away!” Jolly promises and kisses her.

“If I take you up on that offer, I'll be left alone afterwards! Liv too?” Jolly wants to know from Doi. “Absolutely!” Doi assures him. “I'm not selling myself to the Yakuza.... Don't owe anyone anything anymore?” he continues, ”Me and Liv will be under your protection without me having to do anything else?” “Exactly like that! You'd be free, you wouldn't have to worry anymore. Neither about your safety, nor about money.... Not even your girlfriend!” Doi explains seriously, ”Even if I would like to have you with us... but that's just my modest wish.” “Wish....” growls Jolly.

“Yes, nothing more... don't worry!” smiles Doi. “Good...... I'll take care of Semjon, Inga and Kolja. That's all. Whoever else of his henchmen causes trouble is your problem! But it has to be done quickly, Liv mustn't find out about it!” explains Jolly. “Oh, she's against it?” Doi wants to know. “Of course she is!” growls Jolly. “And you're doing it anyway?” Doi follows up. “Yes.... Because I don't want to live in constant fear anymore and I want it even less for Liv!” explains Jolly calmly ”And I just have to do it... for me, my family, who died because of Semjon.....” “Good..... then our deal stands?” Doi wants to know seriously. “Our deal stands!” Jolly confirms.

When Jolly returns to Olivia's apartment, she is packing some of her books and photos into boxes. “Do you want to take them with you?” Jolly asks with a smile. “No.... But I thought I'd prepare everything so that it can be stored.....” Olivia shrugs her shoulders. “I'll make sure you can take everything that's important to you with you!” he explains seriously. Olivia furrows her brow. “I'll ask Doi to send these things after us, or everything.... As you like.” Jolly smiles. “You want Doi to send our things? Isn't that too dangerous?” Olivia wants to know. “Well, not right away... but it's certainly possible after a while!” says Jolly, who realizes that he has probably made a mistake. “Hmm” Olivia looks at him skeptically. “I have to go out again, do a little something!” Jolly explains quickly. “What?” Olivia wants to know. “Oleg's funeral.... I have to show up!” sighs Jolly. “Ok” nods Olivia. Jolly goes to her, pulls her up, wraps his arms around her, “It'll be over soon, tomorrow we'll meet Doi and then we'll get out of here!” he kisses her tenderly. “We're really doing this! Aren't we?” Olivia smiles and strokes his cheek. “We really are, min Liv!” Jolly nods and kisses her again.

The church is full. Wherever Jolly looks, he sees familiar faces. He has the feeling that EVERYONE has come to say a proper farewell to Oleg, who is lying in state in his coffin. Jolly joins the queue to step up to the coffin. As he stands in front of it, his face is petrified. Rot in hell, asshole, he thinks to himself hatefully. Soon Semjon will keep you company! When he turns around, he sees Nadja sitting in the front row, her face impenetrable. He nods at her, which she replies. As he is about to leave, he is stopped by Alexei, who has suddenly appeared next to him. “We need to talk!” he whispers quietly. “What about?” Jolly wants to know. “Not here!” Alexei shakes his head, ”Let's go outside!” Jolly nods and they leave the church together. “So, what do you want to talk about now?” Jolly wants to know outside. “Semjon.... He's not going to survive this, is he?” Alexei wants to know. “Probably not.....” Jolly shrugs his shoulder. “FUCK!” growls Alelxej, ”How is this supposed to go on then? With Kolja? Seriously? This is going to be a disaster! The Yakuza, especially Doi, are already pissed off to no end anyway.... Then let the Italians play along, our internal opponents.... FUCK!” Alexei nervously lights a cigarette. Jolly shrugs his shoulder, “Troubled times!” he nods. “TROUBLED? FUCK!” hisses Alexei. “This could be our downfall!” Calmly, Jolly eyes him, “Possible!” “FUCK... why are you so fucking calm?” growls Alexei at him. “What am I supposed to get upset about... it comes as it comes. Either we all go down or we don't... I don't care anymore!” Jolly explains calmly. “You're tired of life?” Alexei stares at him, speechless. “What have I got to lose? This fucking life?” Jolly shrugs his shoulders again and takes the cigarettes from Alexei, takes one for himself and lights it. They both smoke in silence. “Wouldn't Inga be the better choice instead of Kolja?” Alexei then wants to know. “Maybe?!” nods Jolly, ‘Or Nadja.......’ with downcast eyelids, Jolly looks unnoticed at Alexei, waiting for his reaction. “Nadja?!” Alexei snorts in amusement, but then becomes thoughtful, ”Fuck, you might even be right.... But most people wouldn't accept her... because she's a woman and not directly related to Semjon!” “Since when is the Russian mafia a monarchy?” Jolly wants to know sarcastically, ”Semjon wasn't related to the old head either... just the son of his right-hand man.... Just like Nadja, only she's a woman. A woman who knows how things work, who can act ruthlessly. She's also clever... really clever!” “You're right....” nods Alexei, ”But how?” “I don't know... like I said, I don't really give a shit!” sighs Jolly, satisfied to have sown the seed.

Jolly winds his way to Nadja through all the people who want to condole with her. He grabs her arm, bends down to her ear, “We HAVE to talk!” he whispers urgently. Nadja nods and says goodbye to the woman in front of her. Before the next man can shake her hand and hug her, she grabs her throat and sobs desperately, turning to Jolly and leaning against him. Jolly puts his arm around her and leads her through the people, who look at her sympathetically and sadly, to the back, to a quiet place in this church. “Sounds urgent!” nods Nadja, flapping back the veil she is wearing. “It is!” nods Jolly and looks around cautiously. Nadja, who interprets his look correctly, narrows her eyes, “Maybe somewhere else?” she wants to know from him. “No time!” Jolly shakes his head, grabs her upper arms, looks her straight in the eye, ”Can I trust you?” Nadja's eyes widen, “Didn't I prove it?” she wants to know from him. Jolly looks at her motionlessly, then nods, “Yes!” He looks around again, “But THIS.... That's another number!” he whispers. “What have you done?” Nadja wants to know. “Not much yet..... but actually.....” Jolly is unsure whether he should really tell Nadja everything. “FUCK, then talk! You can save your insinuations!” she hisses at him. “I'm in contact with Doi!” Jolly swallows. Nadja turns pale, “YOU gave the Yakuza access? Helped to free the Cuban?” “Yes!” Jolly nods and looks at Nadja seriously. “Why? I mean......” Nadja shakes her head in confusion. “Because it was a crap idea.... It would have sparked a ruthless war, dozens of deaths, even innocents.....” Jolly squeezes out. “But that's not the only reason, is it?” Nadja nods calmly. “No.....” Jolly shakes his head, ”I'm getting out!” Nadja turns a shade paler, “FUCK, Jolly......” she groans in horror, “You know that won't work!” “Yes it can.... But I have to kill Semjon, Inga and Kolja to do it!” he explains. Nadja has to hold on tight, “Are you mad??” she wants to know from him. “No... I have a plan that can succeed....” he shakes his head. “Do I want to know?” asks Nadja. “No! It's better you don't know anything....” Jolly shakes his head. “Then why the hell are you telling me everything?” Nadja hisses. “Because I suggested you to Doi as a successor.... And he finds the idea more than interesting!” Jolly nods and Nadja turns pale again. “ME?” she gasps. “Yes, that's what you've always wanted. Power, influence, no one telling you how to live your life. Nobody can tell you what to do!” Jolly explains calmly. Nadja looks at him thoughtfully. “You would have Doi's support and that of enough men in the organization!” Jolly explains calmly.

“FUCK” Nadja gasps, overwhelmed, and sits down on one of the pews. “Be ready..... keep a low profile, I'll do the rest!” Jolly nods and wants to leave, but Nadja grabs his hand. “And you? I mean.... You're really leaving?” Tears gleam in her eyes. “Yes, Nadja, I'm really going!” smiles Jolly, leaning over to her and kissing her on the forehead. Nadja wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him close. “I'm going to miss you terribly!” she swallows and lets go of him, nodding to him, ”Where are you going now?” “I'm going to pay Semjon a visit.....” growls Jolly and leaves the church. At the hospital, he nods to the two bodyguards outside Semjon's door before going in. As expected, Inga sits next to him and silently holds his hand; there is no sign of Kolja. Inga looks up briefly when she recognizes him, nods briefly and immediately turns back to Semjon.

Jolly pulls up a chair and sits down next to her. After a while, Inga starts to speak, “He reacts to me!” she swallows. “Hmm” nods Jolly, ‘Where's Kolja?’ he then wants to know. “I've sent him home. He should rest.... It's too much for him, you know!” “Hmm” grumbles Jolly, glad that Kolja is out of the way, ”What about you? Not tired?” “No! I'll stay by his side. He needs me!” Inga swallows soundlessly.

Fuck.... Jolly thinks to himself. But he knew that Inga wouldn't leave Semjon's side. “Shall I get you a coffee or something?” Jolly wants to know. “Oh” Inga looks up, ”Yes.... Alexei has provided everything I need here. But a coffee would be good.... But not here from the hospital, please....” That's what Jolly was hoping for, “Shall I send the men to your favorite cafe?” “Yes... God, yes.....” Inga nods gratefully and Jolly gets up, explaining to the bodyguards what Inga wants. After reassuring Inga that this is what she wants, they leave. Jolly closes the door behind her and sits down again. Waits..…

“Joakim....” Inga looks at him and Jolly flinches. Inga is the only one in the organization who doesn't call him Jolly or Swede. Hearing his real name, pronounced correctly, shocks him more than he would have thought. “Hmm,” Jolly looks at her. “I'd like to go to the bathroom for a minute.....” Inga looks at him. “Of course you would. I'm here!” nods Jolly and Inga stands up, smiling at him, ”I'm glad you're here. Semjon has always loved you like a son” Jolly gets sick to his stomach and screws up his face, looks at the floor and nods. Waits until the bathroom door closes behind Inga.

He needs a few seconds to be able to move again. But then everything happens in a flash, because Jolly has prepared everything. He pulls the syringe filled with air out of his jacket pocket, goes to Semjon and sticks it into one of the countless IV lines Semjon has on his body. Slowly presses the plunger down and injects the air into Semjon's veins. He then immediately throws the syringe into the waste garbage can provided and sits down again. His heart is pounding in his throat as he watches Semjon start to twitch. Fuck, this is happening faster than he thought. “INGA?!” Jolly calls out and presses the alarm button. Inga is with him immediately, staring in disbelief at her husband, who is twitching in his bed. The heart alarm goes off. “What's happened?” she gasps in horror. “I don't know... suddenly he started twitching!” Jolly shakes his head, ”I pressed the alarm!” It feels like hours until a nurse, followed by a doctor, rush into the room, immediately realizing the seriousness of the situation. “OUT!” the doctor yells and Jolly grabs Inga's shoulder, pulling her gently but firmly with him. “No... please....” whimpers Inga and Jolly remains standing with her in a corner of the room, unable to bring herself to pull her out of the room. Wordlessly, Jolly watches as more and more nurses and doctors come into the room, doing their best to save Semjon's cursed life... Hopeless. The beeping of the heart monitor's zero line is deafening. Inga collapses screaming in Jolly's arms, who holds her with a petrified expression on his face. This is for my parents, for Niclas, for Linnea.... And for me, you fucking bastard, Jolly thinks to himself.

It is late, very late, when Jolly can finally go home. He quietly unlocks the door to Olivia's apartment and goes into the living room without turning on the light. “What took you so long?” Jolly flinches as the soft voice echoes out of the darkness, ”I've tried to reach you on your cell phone umpteen times!” Olivia switches on the small lamp on the side table next to the couch and Jolly can see how exhausted she looks. “Semjon's dead!” mumbles Jolly, himself just as exhausted and wiped out as Olivia. Olivia is immediately on her feet, goes to him and takes him in her arms, “How do you feel?” she wants to know. Jolly wraps his arms around her, “I don't feel anything right now.... But when he was dead, relief... incredible relief!” he whispers harshly. “You were with him?” Olivia wants to know. “Hmm,” nods Jolly. Olivia looks at him penetratingly, Jolly tries to meet her gaze, but he narrows his eyes and lowers his head. “God......” Olivia swallows and lifts his chin so that he has to look at her, ”You killed him, didn't you?”

“I had to do it.....” Jolly whispers harshly, ”There was no other way.....” Olivia breaks away from him, “FUCK!!!” “Liv.....” Jolly tries to reach for her. “FUCK, No, Joakim!” Olivia shakes his hand off, “You lied to me!” “Liv, please.....” Jolly tries again.

“Please go!” whispers Olivia hoarsely. “Please, Liv, don't do this.....” Jolly swallows in horror, wants to hug her, but Olivia fends him off again. “Joakim, I need to be alone now! I need to think!” Olivia chokes out. “Liv.....” Jolly's voice is now just a horrified croak. “Please Joakim.... Just go!” Olivia shakes her head and wraps her arms around her torso, turning her head away from him. “Liv... I love you!” whispers Jolly softly, but Olivia closes her eyes, remaining silent.

Jolly turns and walks out of her apartment with dragging steps, pulling the door shut behind him. Damn..... He's done everything wrong, it occurs to him. He should either have told Olivia that he'd just have to kill Semjon, at least, or he shouldn't have made a deal with Doi. No matter how he spins it.... One thing remains... Olivia's trust in him is shaken and he may have lost her as a result. Jolly doesn't know how he feels. There is an incredible emptiness inside him, a blackness that threatens to swallow him up.

[8-rae-rae-8]

I'm just thinking about the inevitable, of V and Johnny didn't do anything about the chip but decided to rot together until they put a bullet in their skull. Fearing themselves truly becoming one person.

[This practically became a oneshot so...] (Major character deaths, sickness, Soft™ Johnny, no comfort)

The panic of everything getting molded together and some things erased.

The fear of no longer hearing each other's voices, waiting for the point of no return. They toughed it out, and now, when they're pushing the point of becoming just one person, it's too much.

It's conflicting. They knew what would happen, and yet it's terrifying the more it progresses. Though, Johnny is the one that seems most freaked. He goes through his cigarettes faster than he can finish the one in his hand. And V, well, V can't leave the apartment. Not with the seizures and the pain.

But having Johnny there, his form glitching in and out feels peaceful. They're both waiting. V can feel it in their head, the way their body aches seems to accompany it each time.

And when Johnny talks, V's mouth moves too.

"It's time, V..." It comes from Johnny like he's in the same amount of agony as V. Like he was feeling the overwhelming nausea, the way V's frame slimmed as their body gave in with the constant pains.

"Can't make it to the rooftop..." That spot Misty took them, after Viktor gave them the gun... It's still sitting somewhere.

"Yeah, I know." Johnny's form fizzles into sight, sitting just over the edge of the bed. His plated vest had been shed long ago, while his sunglasses sit on top of his head. They feel what the other does, and fuck does Johnny's light winces hurt V just as much as the pain.

They're both hurting. And that soft look Johnny gives only adds. They're both ready, they have to be. It was Johnny's demand to go out together, taking V's body was too selfish over these goddamn weeks, and V couldn't stand the idea of getting rid of the parasite he's known to love.

Love. That's the most accurate word he could pick. Whatever giving up their chances at lives just to stay together meant..

"Call your friends.. Just tell 'em." He's guiding V through it, and yet his voice quivers and his hands seem to shake, whatever the engram version of that is. Thw light tremors are there, regardless.. They're both scared.

"'m scared, Johnny..." And V's sick, so very sick. The chip, the pain, the fear.. It's no wonder their body can't keep food down, or fully relax for sleep. It's time, they're ready, but... God, is it so wrong to want to back out? To just give Johnny his life, his body and move on? It's theirs, he knows Johnny will cherish it as such. V'll demand it anyway.

"If you go, I'm going with, damnit-" Johnny's voice burns into his head, following every worried thought that crossed their mind. Separate worries that seem to mix together. He knows what V thinks, and V knows what he does. There's no privacy.. There doesn't need to be.

"Johnny..." His name rolls off V's lips easily, soft huffs of air coming from him with each pained breath. "Don't wanna die.."

"We're goin' together, like we said." He's so soft. Had V ever seen tears in his eyes like this before? Johnny never held up a full promise, but he can feel the dedication. It's both of them or neither. "Hey..." His voice drops to a whisper as he reaches out, as if V can truly feel the hand on his cheek, "I'll be right here, you gettin' it?"

It's not fair. Not being able to lean into the hand that wanted to touch so badly. The worse their situation got, the angrier V got, and the softer Johnny did. They're losing things. And before, where V was soft with his loss, Johnny wasn't. It's flipped. Especially the sicker V gets...

"'m tired..." V huffs, struggling to turn on their side.

"We're exhausted, which is why it's time..." He leaves out the fact that they hadn't had food in days and their head felt like it would explode at any minute. Their body is done, and Johnny's not sure he wants to stay long enough to see if it gets any better when it's just him there... He'd be a shell now, without his V, anyway.

"It'll make a mess." Really? That's the complaint? They won't be around to care.. The idea of his friends cleaning up the mess makes them both shudder, though.

"Boohoo. We've made worse messes. 'member the psychos we zeroed? Such a damn mess." He tries, he really does. But he wants to lay down too, to let everything fade away for a little. There just isn't time.

If works, a little. The first stupid little grin Johnny's seen in days. His, albeit small, amount of joy reflects in a bigger grin. Maybe there were perks of feeling the same things... It made the burdens less heavy to bear.

"Call your friends... You know I can't go anywhere if I wanted." He doesn't. Fuck, he doesn't want to leave.

And, through trembles and whimpers, they go through their list of contacts. Panam, Kerry, River, Judy... The calls didn't end with a goodbye, but a 'see you later', V made it a point to say. Because it's not over, it never is.

V's hands are almost too weak to hold their iron, Johnny's gun. It didn't feel right with anything else. He- They hold it together. But, just enough, V can feel the phantom touches of Johnny's body wrapping around his before everything goes dark. They were smiling, just a bit. And then it was over.

[derealizationsstuff]

Jack howl x gn reader smut

Authors pov

warnings: smut (obviously)

(i know some of you are gonna come at me with "hes a minor!" but technically thinking twisted wonderland first came out in 2020 right? counting the birthday events 2020 jack-16 2021 jack-17 2022-jack 18 we're in 2023 but his birthday isn't here yet so this all works perfectly, if you feel uncomfortable don't read and just scroll)

You and Jack were dating for quite a while already, had very sweet romantic dates, some make out sessions here and there but never went further than that, which led to you thinking if that day would ever come, so you decided to see if he'd be comfortable with taking things further.

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It was exactly around 10-11pm, it was the only exception jack made to go to sleep later than usual so you 2 could be prepared for the upcoming exam, you were both exhausted so you suggested to take a break "I think we did enough for tonight, we should rest now" he nodded and got up, he started helping you clean up the table from notebooks and pens, you thought about making the move but seeing how tired Jack was you hesitated but maybe he needed some relief so he wouldn't stress about the exams anymore? besides you were stressed too, it was the perfect opportunity to take the relationship to the next level.

As Jack was grabbing his backpack ready to leave, you grabbing his arm stopping him in his tracks, he looked back at you head tilting a bit and his brow raising

"is something wrong [name]?" "No no, i was just wondering if you could stay for the night?" "I could, but why? is something bothering you?" "Oh no nothing's wrong it's just.." you hesitated for a second, thinking if you should tell him the reason right away or later "i get a bit lonely sometimes, and it gets quite chilly too, you don't have to stay if you dont want to of course! i was just suggesting" you replied immediately raising your hands up a bit, he made an Oh sound and replied "In that case, sure why not" flushing a bit, you led him to your room up the stairs, opening the bedroom door and letting him in, he put the backpack down and started taking his stuff out putting them down on the bed, he took out a toothbrush and a toothpaste asking where the bathroom was, once you told him the directions he left to brush his teeth and clean his face;

Another thing you loved about him, he knows ✨ hygiene ✨ as you were waiting for him you took the time you had and changed into your Pj's and texted Ace how Grim was doing, oh another thing, you asked Ace and Deuce to take care of grim for the night, when they asked for the reason you told them you were just tired and needed some rest, grim was sad for a bit but understood,soon forgetting he was ever sad when he entered the warm room of heartslabyul.

"Hey hows grim doing?"

"im doing good too thanks for asking😒"

"Oh stop being salty"

"yeah yeah whatever, but hes doing good, too good if i might add, he's made himself at home way quicker than i expected"

"That means he loves you😻🤌"

"Yeah as if"

"well either way thanks again for this it means a lot"

"Meh it's nothing, dw about it, tho you're still gonna repay me"

"yep got it, thanks again cya🫡"

"cya👏"

smiling at your phone you turn it off when you hear jack coming back in the room, you looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back in return and started to slowly get in bed next to you, pulling the covers up to his torso as he laid down in his side looking at you, you put the phone on your bedside table and turn back to him, moving closer and snuggling up to him, jack smiled and muzzled his head closer in your neck while wrapping his arms tightly around your torso as you ran your hands through his hair,(this would've been such a good fluff fic tbh) soon remembering why this was happening in the first place you pulled away and kissed him, jack, surprised for a second eyes widening but soon closing, you shifted closer if that was even possible your hands tangling in his hair, deciding to make a move you slowly started grinding on him, surprised by the sudden action jack pulled away for a second but kissed you back again, after a few minutes he pulled away again but your hand went to hold his neck bringing his head down a bit closer "Jack, i know this is sudden but we've been dating for a very long time now, and i thought we could maybe move to the next level? I've wanted to for a long time but kept holding back, but if you're not ready i can wait" the silence was painful you saw something in his eyes, it looked as if they were glowing, he leaned down closer "And how long have you wanted to do that?" "it started a month ago" you replied flushing a bit, he let out a small him "so that's why you often had that sweet scent" your eyes snapped back at his "w..what?" "A beastmans sense of smell is strong enough to smell arousal [name]" "well if you knew then why didn't you say anything?" "Same reason, i didn't know if you were ready" silence filled the room, you were the first one to break it "well i am ... and if you're okay with it too I'd love to strengthen our bond tonight" you said face resending even more "i am, and id love to take this step with you" he looked at you his tail swishing fast, you caught a glimpse of that and chuckled, it took your nervousness away, he went back to kissing you slowly moving lower, reaching your neck he started licking and biting and nipping, leaving small hickeys, very carefully since his teeth are quite sharp, which were one of the many things that made him look attractive

AF🙌

the sensation felt a bit painful but pleasurable at the same time which made you let out a small whimper nudging his head closer to your neck, he growled a bit and went back to going lower, he looked up at you for a sign if he can continue, you nodded at him and he slowly took off your shirt

he made sure to kiss every part of you, once he took off your pants you stopped him and he whipped his head in your direction afraid if he did something wrong

"don't you think it's unfair that I'm the only one getting undressed" he flushed and said Oh he retreated his hands and started taking off his own clothes as quickly as he could, you wanted to tease him "ahah you're eager aren't you?" your laugh was slowly cut short when you saw him looking at you, hes arms were entangled in his shirt his shirt was almost off hanging on his arms as he sat on his knees,

damn he looks hot...

you thought, still staring at him as he raised his brow "you're the one staring at me" once he took his shirt off fully he started taking off the belt and the pants now he leaned down on his hands crawling closer to you taking your chin and kissed you passionately as he moved closer to you, grinding against you just like you did at the start, once he took both your undergarments off you visibly turned white, he.was.HUGE. FUCKING MASSIVE HELLO? AND THICK TOO, LIKE THAT SHITS GOTTA BE AT LEAST ABOUT 11 INCHES?

when he saw how shocked and taken aback you looked he felt his ego go up and a sense of pride bubbled up in his chest but he needed to comfort you and calm you down

"is- is that even gonna?" "Dont worry its okay I'll help you i just gotta prepare you, we'll go slow okay?" you slowly nodded your head at him, feeling safer.

Jack moved his head down to your sex slowly licking it causing you to jolt up, his tongue was long and had a different texture, it felt even better, as he lapped at your entrance he swirled his tongue around you and then all of a sudden pushed it in you which made you moan louder and grab at his soft hair, as he quickened his pace as fast as he could, making tears swell up in your eyes shoving his face closer and closer, occasionally he let out growls which made vibrations against you causing an even better sensation, arching your back off the bed, you started to feel an odd feel in your lower stomach as it got bigger and bigger, all of a sudden Jack added his finger, bringing another moan out of you, he added another finger and eventually he had inserted 3 fingers inside of you moving them in scissoring motion and trying to stretch you out so that when he could finally actually be inside you it wouldn't be painful, but for now you were feeling too good to even worry about that part, causing you to have no control over your moans anymore, which caused jack to harden even more, the sound of your voice, moaning and calling out his name, all his movements were at a fast pace, the sensation got bigger and bigger and bigger until it finally snapped, jacks face and fingers were now covered in your juice, before he could pull away he cleaned off the juices off of you and him, when he looked back at you, you looked in pure Bliss, "J-jack.." "its okay, do you want to stop or take a break?" you shook your head and brought his head down to yours kissing him,he kissed back while his hands wrapped around your head he then pulled away "Can i..?" you nodded at him, he gave you a small kiss one more time on the nose and then started aligning himself to your entrance and slowly started inserting himself inside you, the stretch was still painful as you let out a small whimper, upon hearing you jack brought his face back at you and peppered your face with kisses to hopefully distract you from the stretch he was almost all the way in, just a bit was left, as he got in all the way with a grunt and he opened his eye to look down on you with lidded eyes, you felt incredibly full and warm, like this was meant to be, he was the one for you, he awaited your signal for when he could move, after a bit you nudged his arm "you can move" he hummed and slowly started to move, once you've been fully adjusted to him you couldn't bare the slowness and tried to match his thrusts but quicken up the pace "Hey, dont rush it or you won't be able to walk tomorrow" he growled "N-noo I'll be fine just..please" you whined out, already too gone in lust "how can i make you believe me?" "With fucking me hard" "you will regret this" "i hope i will"

that was his last straw, he couldn't take it anymore, all of a sudden a harsh thrust made you jolt up and yelp, his pace was inhuman, so fast but so good, you could hear the bed creaking as you barely held your eyes open, your hair getting in your way mouth falling open and moaning, you hoped the bed could handle you, this all felt so amazing, too amazing you could feel your orgasm coming close even tho it was just 10 minutes he was hitting all the good spots and very quickly too, the feeling was undescribable in words "J-JACK" you yelled out you could barely form a sentence "you feel so good~" he came down to kiss you harshly, moaning into the kiss as he kept thrusting into you, it happened so that you both orgasmed at the same time, how romantic. Being the gentleman he was he pulled out just in time, hes juices coated your stomach as your head plopped back down on the bed "you're such a good boy Jack, i love you so much" you praised him ruffling his hair and bringing him down to kiss him again, this one sweeter snd gentler, his tail swishing fastly behind him, you didn't notice but the whole time his tail was flopping around so fast it looked like a blur, both of you were worn out, but the sight of you that jack caught the glimpse of, he accidentally got bricked up again

"Shit.."

you noticed this and offered him one more round to which he immediately agreed to, he flipped you over on your stomach, hoisted up your hips to his own and started thrusting in again, somehow this position felt even better as you moved closer to him trying to match his thrusts, jack noticed this and pressed you down on the mattress, he had a strong hold which turned you on even more, causing you to tighten around him "Fuck.. [name]" he groaned thrusting harder, this really felt like bliss, a paradise, everything felt so perfect tears swelled up in your eyes once again "JacK~ i love you" he kissed your back and shoulder blade "i love you too, so much"

this time he orgasmed first and pulled out, missing his warmth you whined but quickly got cut off and moaned when you felt jacks tongue back in, this time he replaced his dick with his tongue to still satisfy you, soon after his achieving his goal and making you cum

he pulled back away, you were too tired to do anything he brought his hands to your hips putting you down in a comfortable position to rest, after that realizing your ass was still up but you were too tired to lay down, that's what the comfortable position was, you flushed at the embarrassment

you looked to your bed table and saw on the alarm clock that it was 3am? have you been fucking for hours?!?

jack got up and came back with wet wipes, wiping the liquid and sweat off your bodies, he brought you water and you thanked him, it really felt refreshing once he helped you put your PJs back on he got into the covers and grabbed your waist with his big hands and pulled you closer to him, you kissed his nose and then lips "I love you Jack" "i love you too[name] im glad we took this step, i feel closer to you" he smiled at you with a genuine and heartfelt smile, playing with a strand of your hair, he kissed your forehead and hugged you tight, the night brought the two of you even closer, it was definitely the best decision you made to be with Jack.