#YEAH? WELL IT'S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAMN MID OF NIGHT

[missdynamighttt]

i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know how important my wife is."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

[lunajay33]

Save a Horse🍂

Summary: Wandering around in the apocalypse was hell until you came across a a ranch, finding a injured horse you helped it finding the owner and things getting a little heated with an older cowboy

Pairing: Cowboy Negan Smith x f!reader

Warning: Age gap, reader is in 20s Negan is mid 40s, p in v, praise, virginity lose

Inspired by @lanadelnegan stories🤎

•Masterlist•

The apocalypse hit and everything happened so fast, I was with my family at our farm for some time watching the news, listening to the horror stories on the radio, we thought that we could go unscathed since we hadn’t been affected and that all the food and water we needed was on our land but all that changed one night when a hoard of walkers ran down our farm, my parents were first trying to fight of the walkers, quickly being ripped apart their screams still lingered in my head whenever I thought about them, then it was my two sisters trying to flee but got surrounded taking them down as well, I was lucky enough to get to my truck finding an opening in the walkers and driving away from my home, leaving me all alone on the road

Now it’s been 2 years going from place to place just trying to survive, to find a reason to keep living in this cruel world, I’ve been able to dodge as many walkers as I can, that wasn’t the main problem anymore, the food shortage was what dwindled my hope

My truck had broke down a while back so now I’ve just been wandering on foot, walking through the trees trying to get some shade from Georgia summer heat when I hear a groan and thud, I follow the direction of the whines on a left of what have might caused it, walkers, people, god knows what now a days

Rounding a tree I see a horse laying down on the ground, I approached slowly not wanting to spook it having experience with horses back on the farm, kneeling in front of it petting its soft black mane

“Hey girl, what are you doing out here all alone?” She didn’t look injured she was laying down fine, maybe she just got hot it was one of the hottest days I’ve ever lived in even in Georgia

I took out one of the bottles of water I found poring some of it over her face to help cool her down then poring the rest in a bowl I had in my bag and she was quick to drink it

After some time I stood up taking her lead rope trying to get her to stand up, I couldn’t leave her here all alone for some walkers to eat her alive maybe she came from somewhere near by

Walking through the trees she would occasionally change our course more like she was leading me than I was her until we got to a break in the trees, a ranch in perfect condition, a few horses grazing the field, little sheep’s hoping around, a chicken coop and a cozy little cabin like house right in the middle of the land, a brown bronco truck parked out front

Opening the gate, closing it behind me and the horse so the other animals wouldn’t get out like she did somehow, when a deep voice stopped me in my tracks

“See ya brought Missy back, been wondering where she went off to” coming down the porch steps was a older man, cowboy hat, white shirt, blue jeans and boots, maybe it was the lack of human contact or even interactions but damn was he fine, I didn’t realize he was right infront of me till he cleared his throat breaking me out of my oogling

“Oh yeah, I found her out in the woods she must had heat exhaustion so I gave her some water” my stomach feels like it’s in knots, I haven’t felt like this in so long, he’s said a few words and I’m entranced by him

“A nice and pretty girl might just have to keep ya around darling” he smirked making my knees weak, but I still have my values I’m not just going to jump his bones even though the urge is so strong

“Oh I mean if you’re able to take me in I’ll earn my keep, help around the farm, anything I just…..I can’t stay out there alone any longer” I said praying he’d give me a chance, some hope

“Ya sure you know what you’re doing around a farm?” He asked as he looked me up and down, lingering on my chest

“I grew up on a farm, I know what I’m doing”

“Hmmm well come on in, see where you can stay” I let Missy go so she could run off with the others, following him inside, it was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, cute kitchen, wooden accents around the house, he kept walking down a hallways till he stopped at a room waiting for me to go in first, it was cozy, I don’t care if this place was trashy as long as I can be stress free and have someone to keep me company

“You like it?” He asked from the doorway

“I love it, thank you” I said as I sit on the bed letting out a long awaited sigh

“How long were you out there?”

“I don’t know time is hard to keep track of out there, maybe 2 years”

“Damn girl, 2 years did you atleast have someone out there?”

“My farm fell early taking my family with it when the walkers came, so it’s just been me until now”

He gave me a pitiful look it made the blood rush to my cheeks

“Come on darlin, supper should be done, should get some food in you” he said waving me out of the room and Im quick to follow him to the kitchen where I sit at the table as he dishes up some food, fresh food something I haven’t had in well forever it feels like

He sits across from me at the table taking his hat of showing his dark brown hair streaked with some grey, biting my lip to stop myself from fantasizing about running my hands through his hair, pulling on it as I feel his beard scratch against my legs

“So what’s your name darlin, like to call you something other than sweet names” he smirks obviously realizing my constant leering but he didn’t make it easy

“I’m fine with your little names but it’s y/n”

“You got a spark still considering how long you’ve been out there, how old are you even?”

“20 you?”

“Let’s just say I’m old enough to be your father”

“Not a problem for me” I said under my breath

A few weeks went by and I did what I said, working hard around the farm, waking up early to collect eggs from the chicken coop, feeding the horses and sheep, picking any ripe berries from the garden all before he was even up, no different from today, I laid berries on our plates and scrambled some eggs finishing right when he comes out of his room, scruffy hair, boxers and a black tank top showing off his tattoos, yes I earned my keep but the tension between us was growing stronger and stronger everyday, every touch, every long night of staying up talking I have to do something about it

“Morning Negan sleep well?” I asked as he sat across from me, our usual spots since that first day

“Great darlin, would’ve been better if you were next to me all night” he smirked, he’d do this tease me and act like it was nothing but it was something to me especially when I’d stay up late at night touching myself thinking of the things he’d say

“Negan you’re driving me crazy you know that” I said chomping on a strawberry

“You think I don’t hear you?”

“What?” My face flushed, please god don’t let it be what I think it is

“At night, when you think I’m fast asleep, I hear you moaning my name, whimpering when you can’t make yourself finish” he said his voice getting deeper as he leaned further across the table

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I gotta go……..go clean up the hay” I said flustered and completely embarrassed standing up and leaving the house to the barn

OH MY GOD this is so embarrassing, he’s heard me touch my self to him what is wrong with me, it’s only been a week and I can’t control myself, maybe because he’s everything I want, strong sexy makes my knees weak and panties wet, plus I have so much pent up sexual frustration, growing up on a farm and not being allowed to date led to me now, a horny 20 year old fantasizing about a man who generously gave me shelter and food, I’m a mess, a horny mess that wants to ride this man all day long

I get to the barn pitchforking any loose straw back into the pile trying to figure out what I’m suppose to do now, how do I face him again after he’s heard me moan his name

“I can hear your crazy thoughts from here darling” I look to the barn door seeing him dressed in blue jeans, cowboy boots, his cowboy hat and a brown plaid

“I can’t take it anymore Negan, obviously you know that now, please just……..”

“Just what baby?” He asks his voice deeper again as he gets closer gripping my waist, his hands alone engulfing me

“Just touch me”

He leans down grabbing the back of my thighs lifting me to straddle his hips, my arms wrapped around his shoulders now face to face

“You sure you can handle this sweetheart?”

“I need it, I need you to fuck me please I’ve been so good” I say as he litters my neck with sloppy kisses

“You have, such a good girl for me, guess you deserve a big reward for that” he smirks as he squeezes my ass, laying my down in the hay pile

“Fuck you got me so hard, you know how hard it was to not bust into your room hearing your sweet moans just begging for me to plow this pussy?” He grips the bottom of my sundress hauling it off over my head leaving me in just my panties, my tits completely exposed

Hearing him groan as his hands roam my body, from my hips up my stomach to caress my tits rubbing his thumbs over them making my panties even more soaked

“That feels so good, doesn’t feel like this *fuck* when I try” I whimper my body feeling like it’s on fire

“No one ever make you feel good darling?” He says as he leaves kitten licks against my nipples feeling like lighting shooting from them to my clit, trying to grind against his thigh between my legs

“No, no one’s ever…..”

“No ones ever touched you, you’re a virgin?” He continues to suck hickeys down my stomach stopping at the hem of my panties

“Only you” I moan needing more

“Don’t worry I’ll make you feel good baby” he removed everything he’d wearing going to throw his hat in the pile of clothes but is top him

“Stop!……keep it on”

“You like cowboys? Wanna take a ride?” He smirks as he pulls down my panties leaving us both naked

“I mean I did save your horse, it’s only right to ride the cowboy” I say as I flip him over to straddle his hips, his dick standing big thick and prominent, he’s really gonna stretch me out good

“Oh ya it’s only right” he laughs squeezing my hips hard as he helps me move them back and forth grinding on his dick getting it wet

“I need it please”

“Take your time darling” he says as he lifts me up so I’m hovering right above him feeling his tip gently pushing against me

I slowly push down feeling the pressure and stretch, it hurt god it was way bigger than my two fingers

“Fuck baby you’re so tight” he grunts

“Is it…….is it all in, you’re so big I don’t know if I can take much more” I moan uncontrollably, all this sexual frustration finally breaking free

“Just a little more, come on be a good girl and take it” he helps push me down the rest of the way till I feel his skin flush against my clit

I sigh I relief that I got it all in but the sting isn’t pleasant

“Take your time cowgirl, wanna get you nice and stretched before you try and ride your cowboy” he laughs as he sits up kissing my neck again and rubbing my clit to help distract the pain

“God I can’t wait” I say gripping his shoulders as I start moving up and down, slowly at first feeling him deeper and deeper each time

“Fuck baby this pussy is gonna be the death of me” I take his hat putting it on holding it with one hand just like I would when riding a mechanical bull, bouncing and gyrating fast and harder and deeper feeling him hit that spot where it makes me see stars and screaming his name over and over as I feel that tension build up in my lower stomach

“Come on cowgirl, cum on my dick, make yourself cum, let it out” he says meeting my thrusts over and over driving even deeper

My hearing goes fuzzy feeling like my whole body is lit up with pleasure, it’s never felt this good before doing it by myself, soon feeling a warm liquid shoot up inside me, dripping down in between us making a sticky hot mess

Coming back down to earth from that mind blowing orgasm I feel his hands roaming up and down my back, his chest pressed against mine

“Did I do it right” I moan biting my lip slowly grinding on him

“Damn darling, that was the best fuck of my life, yeah you did it right, look great doing it to, could get us to this” he says laying back in the hay hands behind his head

I sat up feeling him slide out whining when he popped out his cum dripping onto the hay as I lean down against his chest

“I want more”

“Damn baby girl, they were right good girls really are the most frustrated”

We spent the rest of the day in the barn, him taking me in every position imaginable, everyone better than the last until we were exhausted and my pussy ached so good

“Glad you found my horse that day”

“Me too Negan”

I want this man desperately damn, I’m newish to writing this kind of story so if you got any tips lmk

[shuenkio]

Mid Night w'you | Ksn. 🌜

Paring: Innocent!Sunoo X Male!reader | Genre: Sg Smut.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

Synopsis: Sunoo was waking up in the middle of the night feeling overwhelmed by the sudden heat, so he asked you for a lil help.

Cw: mentioned of cum, masturbate, overstimulated, curse Mdni.

Non proof read | Eng is not my first.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A-N: I'm back with Sun's work after a while, I mean I'm kinda sucky at writing this genre a bit suar don't be mad at it :') / also tell me which member you wanna see next.

You know that, your boyfriend, Sunoo was a bright person, sweet as sugar, a gentleman and never had any bad background before, he was just perfect. However, in the life of a human, as a man he was pretty innocent even if he was already an adult, you know what we trying to say.

Sometimes he was a pain and oblivious that, doing it with alone times is nothing to be ashamed of, your body do need relaxation too such as a good release. You did bring up this topic a few times too that, nothing to be embarrassed off, while he said he was fine, shrugged it off didn't care of it that much. So you just go along with the flow, not everyone is enjoying themselves doing alone time.

However, during the middle night as you and him, have gone to sleep. Sunoo was seen waking up, feeling uneasy, flashing and heat surrounded all over his body in every part especially 'that'. Why did his dick is so hard like a rock right now, damn it. To say that, he didn't know how to make it dead down and back to normal. Usually Sunoo would just pee it out when his bladder said so, but this was different. He feel nothing to pee, his balls are tight together, the base of his dick twitching and throbbing hard to point it actually painfully hurt.

He didn't want to wake you up from your sleep just for this personal issues to be solve, it kinda make him even more ashamed and embarrassed. Yet he got no choice, as Sunoo pull over to see once again under his pant, it wet? Why did his tip leaking wet and what are all these, he don't understand. Yeah they said everybody had a wet dream when they hit puberty, for Sunoo, he don't really care about it that much, at this point, he don't even know what c u m is. Innocent, really innocent.

He left with no choice, the more he try to resist, the more his dick hurting him more and more, that feeling when it just hitting, and needed to get it done asap. Shaking you gently, as you slowly open your eyes to see what's wrong, He finally explain.

Sunoo expected that you'd be hate him for waking you up this late, just for his dick never dead down or to find solution for him? Instead, you yawn. You know someday, man will always be man, and so are you and this was a countless time that you have to deal with it, and today it turn out to be your innocent boyfriend, this is going to take a while.

"M/n— i-im sorry, but how am i suppose to make it stop hard" He asked. His face are all redden like a fine wine, clenching tight on the bed sheet because he was shy, to deal with this with you helping. On the other hand, you didn't say anything as you remove the blanket away from the views and asked him.

"Sun, remove your pant. And underwear you need it" you state, finally half awake as you command him to do as you told. Shamelessly, he did remove everything and was left with bare butt and his dick, able to breathing for once. His expression is readable, he could actually fainted from all of these moments alone.

"N-now what should we do next?" Sunoo asked, he was still leaking with pre cum and it soaked his shaft already, well this was his first time for a while, gonna be a bit sensitive.

"So... It kinda late, we can't do something that need much energy so, can you uh jerk it off?" Explain what he should do, his face began to grow even redder, he was supposed to what? Fap his own dick? Naur way, he don't even know how to do it.

"I need to what? B.. but i don't know how!" Claiming he can't do it, explain the big picture that he can't do it for himself, which in the end you did have to help him, everything.

"Okay, I'm gonna help you Sun, but let me tell you first, it gonna be sensitive yeah?" Informing your boyfriend, he know that it would be so he agree even if he know he's gonna squirm under your touch, not to mention, everybody first time, its a hella crazy experience.

You crawl closer beside him, as you slowly wrapped your palm and finger around his dick. Just by doing that, he's already gone twitching non stop, the sensation are slowly making him swallow hard already.

But to stop it, he must need to do it, nothing to be afraid of.

You looking at him for consent that you'll be moving, when he catch your eyes he gently nod, as his brows strain together, feeling the heavy heat absorbing him once again.

As you moving your hand up and down in a slow pace, Sunoo was shaking. His thighs is so sensitive to your touch, with the wave of first stage pleasure wash over him. But why does he feel good? What's this feeling. Continue to jerk him off by the increase speed in every step, he can't help but to cover his mouth by the pleasure. The sound that he make only was whimpering, only to make him even more turn on.

Little by little, the slow pace turn into a fast one. The foreskin on his tip moving up and down nonstop with the help of your hand. The balls are swinging by the rhymes of your move that make Sunoo rolling his eyes over, almost can't hold himself back down. The more you go, the more his breath start to hitch, along with the high pitch sound he make, groaning, feeling like he was about to seen heaven in any moment.

"S-SHIT m/n i want to pee, i n-need to pee right now! Nvgahh ah"

"Piss it out Sun, don't hold back it not a pee~"

In another few more strokes, a wave of ecstasy hit him, as Sunoo feel like his body is begging for to be release the white liquid that he had seen back in those day. He was trembling and indeed squirming just like he predicted, his tips is twitching as it giving signal once last time before a big load of cum shooting out on the bed, a very heavy one. Sunoo's body couldn't endure such pleasure before, the sensation running wild in his vein, and that's when he pass out, on the spot. He's probably seen heaven before he pass out right now.

You chuckle at your boyfriend who is a sensitive guy, before lay back down next to him, leave the dirty sheet for a while.

"How does it feel ma luv?" You asked, seeking for the attention and how does he feel like to be able to masturbate.

Yet Sunoo was still catching his breath, he can't bare himself to touch his sensitive spot, why does it feel so pleasurable that he can't even endure it yet he feel so good?

He must try... For another time in a while he thought, again soon.

"It feel so... Good just like you said, M/n...it actually overwhelmed with- it sensitive good"

"I know you would, everybody did, you don't have to be shy, unless it for everybody and not me ok? Now go to rest, you look like you're about to dead, so sensitive so cute hehe"

"Thanks you, M/n"

Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥

Crd to all the owners of pics and dividers.

Ps; I didn't use the grammar checker so a lot of words might be incorrect.

[anjee0]

My brother's best friend

Chapter 1 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

B Rabbit x Female!reader. (Feel free to put an oc insert if you wish as well)

Description - In which Y/n starts to become friends and possibly more with her brother's best friend, BRabbit.

Warnings - Throughout the series there will be: Mild swearing, Smut, Mentions of drugs and alcohol. (More warning to come throughout the series)

Y/n laid on her bed, flipping through her vogue magazine. She admired the beauty of models, hoping that maybe one day she could be displayed in it too. It was her dream for as long as she could remember. Everyday, when she was younger, she'd sit in front of her TV, watching models on the runway as her mum braided her hair. She missed her mum, the way she was so sweet and loving with her and her brother, the way she was supportive of her daughter's dream. Y/n missed every part of her. Her dad left when she was only two, so she never knew him well.

Suddenly, the telephone down the hall started ringing. She knew her brother Jordan wouldn't pick it up. He was downstairs drinking and smoking weed with his friends. It made Y/n irritated, she was the one who had to clean up after their mess. Whenever she asked Jordan to change the hangout place, he simply refused saying that their house was the resigned hangout place.

Y/n picked up the phone and put it to her ear. 

“Hello, Y/n speaking.”

“Hey girl!” A cheery feminine voice called through the phone. It was Carly, Y/n's best friend since middle school.

“Hey Carly, you okay babe?”

“Girl, get ready, we're going out!”

“Now, where?”

“Chin Tiki, I know you're stuck at home with your brother and his dumb friends.”

“Yeah, I am, the house stinks of weed.”

“Well hurry up and meet me at Chin Tiki before your brother makes you clean the house again.”

“Okay, okay, I'll see you. Bye.”

Y/n hung up the phone and ran to her room to get ready quickly. She decided to wear a mid thigh dark blue denim skirt with a simple top. She did her hair and makeup and threw on her favourite heels.

She went downstairs, walking past her brothers and his friends.

“Hey, where are you going?” Jordan asked.

“Out.” Y/n responded, eager to leave the house.

“I can see that, where are you going?”

“Chin Tiki. With Carly. I'll be back soon.”

“Well, we're about to leave for Chin Tiki too. Can you clean the living room?”

“No, you and your friends can clean. It's your mess, not mine.”

“Damn Jordan, your sister's finally started to talk back.” Future said.

The guys all laughed at Future's remark. She glared at him. She was never really fond of Future, or any of her brother's friends to be exact.

“I don't care Jordan, I'm not cleaning.”

Jordan slowly started getting out his seat and heading towards the front door. “Too bad, because we're already leaving.”

His friends followed him out the door quickly, also eager to get out. Y/n groaned, muttering something under her breath as she picked up the empty beer cans.

“Hey do you need any help?” A voice asked.

Y/n looked up and saw one of Jordan's friends, standing by the door awkwardly. He was wearing a dark blue beanie and dark baggy clothes.

“Oh, it's fine. Don't worry. You can get going.”

“Nah, it's fine. I'll help.”

He started picking up the empty cans on the floor and throwing them into the bin.

“Uh, Jimmy, right?” Y/n asked.

“That's me, but people call me Rabbit. You're Y/n, right?”

She nodded. “Thanks again… you didn't need to help.”

“It's fine. Like you said, it's our mess. Not yours.”

“Thank you.”

They finished cleaning up and left the house. 

“Do you need a ride? We're getting in Future's car, we can budge up for you.” Rabbit asked.

“I'll be fine. I've walked to the bar by myself at night many times and made it in one piece.” She smiled.

He chuckled. “Alright then.”

Y/n eventually made it to Chin Tiki, where she saw Carly. Radiant and beautiful as always. She hugged her tightly before they ordered a few drinks and took their seats.

“Hey isn't that Jordan and his friends?” Carly asked. She nodded over to the table where Jordan and his friends were sitting with a few girls.

Y/n turned to look, herself. “Oh yeah.” She saw Rabbit sitting at the table looking unfazed as he sipped his water.

“Who caught your eye?” Carly asked.

“Hm?” Y/n asked.

“You were staring at one of your brother's friends. Who?”

“No one.”

Carly nudged her friend’s arm. “Stop lying.”

“I'm not lying!” Y/n chuckled.

“You're doing that thing with your eyebrows when you lie. Tell me the truth.”

“Okay, there's this one guy-”

“I knew it!”

“I don't like him like that. He just helped me clean the living room instead of letting me suffer in silence.”

“Well that's sweet of him. And what am I talking about, you don't need to focus on guys right now. You've got a modelling career lined up for you.”

Y/n chuckled. “Thanks girl. Should we head out after a few minutes?”

“Sounds good to me.” 

Around 30 minutes later, the girls both left the bar and went outside through the back where the car park was. Whilst walking, they both spotted Rabbit sitting on the hood of the car listening to music on his headphones.

“I know you don't like him like that, but just go to him. What's the harm?” Carly said.

“Okay. I'll just say hi and come back.” Y/n replied.

She approached Rabbit and sat next to him on the hood. He took off his headphones and smiled at her softly.

“What brings you here?” He asked.

“Just wanted to say hi.” She replied. “What are you listening to?”

“Oh, uh. Just some rap.”

“Cool. Do you also wanna be a rapper like everyone else here?”

“Yeah, matter of fact, I do. You?”

“I wanna be a model.”

“Yeah? That's cool I guess.”

“Mhm. I haven't been able to find many places for me to apply yet. So I'm just stuck working at some small diner.”

“I've got a demo with my guy Wink lined up. He's gonna help me. I rap at the shelter too, but last night didn't go too well though. I uh-”

“I know. My brother told me. Which is surprising, he never tells me anything.”

“Why's that?”

“Well-”

“What are you two up to?” A voice interrupted.

Y/n looked up and saw Jordan with his friends, also accompanied by another guy who she recognised as Wink. 

She quickly got off the hood of the car as her brother and his friends approached closer.

“What are you doing?” Jordan asked.

“Just talking to him.” Y/n replied.

“Hey Rabbit, we're all going over to my house right now.” Wink said.

“What about your mum? Is she not home?” Rabbit asked.

“Nah. She's working nights now.” Wink smiled at me. “You can come too if you want.”

“Absolutely not.” Jordan butted in. “She's got work tomorrow.”

“Man, we all got work tomorrow, just let her have it.” Wink replied.

“Fine.”

“Can Carly come too?” Y/n asked.

“The more the merrier.” Wink replied.

Y/n thanked him before going to get Carly. She was quick to say yes, she was always up to go anywhere as long as her friend was always with her. 

“Is it okay if you guys can give us a ride?” Y/n asked the guys.

They were bunched up in the car like sardines in a can. They were all laughing together about whatnot and having a blast.

“So why do they call you Rabbit?” Y/n asked.

“Cause he's fast and likes to fuck a lot.” Future laughed.

Everyone laughed at Future's response. 

“All jokes aside, he's super talented. He's rapping next week at the shelter on Friday if you wanna see him ladies.” Future said.

“Maybe I'll come watch if I have time.” Y/n responded.

They eventually reached Wink's house and got out of the car quickly, feeling a quick relief of air after being crowded in the car.

Y/n and Carly walked with Wink as he led them to his house, the boys were trailing behind.

“Man, I can't rap next week. I have work.” Rabbit told Future.

“You'll go if she's there.” Future responded hinting to Y/n. He made sure he was quiet so Jordan couldn't hear.

“She's cute, but I don't like her like that. I don't think she's interested in me either. Plus, I think I wanna have a break from dating after Janeane.”

“Alright, fair enough. But try coming next week, okay? Forget last night. You're gonna do great.”

Everyone was having a good time at Wink's place. Y/n and Carly danced together and laughed with each other, it felt good for her to feel free for a while and not feel this immense weight on her shoulders.

Meanwhile Rabbit, Jordan and Future were lounging on the couch, taking a rest.

“Fucking Wink, man.” Future replied. “I hate him. Tryna act like the big guy around here.”

“Me too. Are you sure about this free demo thing with Wink, Rabbit?” Jordan asked.

“Yeah. He's gonna help me out, guys. What's the big deal?”

“Free comes with dick up your ass.”

Meanwhile, Iz started complaining about something to Cheddar and a few girls. 

“Another example of people's needs being denied by the city. I don't understand why the media's not all over it. Matter of time before it all happens again and the city won't care.” Iz complained.

“What the fuck is he talking about?” Rabbit asked.

Cheddar turned to face Rabbit. “That abandoned house where that little girl got raped.”

“It's what you call an “Attractive Nuisance.” Iz said. “If that house was on the other side of 8 mile, it wouldn't still be standing.”

“It could've been Lily, Rabbit.” Cheddar said.

Rabbit glanced over at Future and Jordan. Then at Sol who was across the room. They all gave each other a knowing smirk.

“Burn this shit to the ground!” Future whooped as he poured gasoline over the abandoned house.

Y/n and Carly were outside by the car, talking to Jordan.

“Can we come too?” Y/n asked.

“Hell no! It is too dangerous for you and Carly. You two can stay out here.”

“We're not babies Jordan.”

“Be grateful I even let you be here. Otherwise, I would've sent you home.”

 “And aren't you going?” Y/n retaliated.

“Yeah but it's fine for me.” Jordan replied before grabbing a can of gasoline and making his way to the house.

“He's so annoying.” Y/n said.

“He's just trying to protect you.” Carly said. “It's cute.”

Y/n gave Carly a look. “You gonna go after my brother now?”

“No, I was just saying it's sweet of him. Plus, I think Wink's pretty cute. He was looking at me earlier.”

“Well then go shoot your shot. Look, he's just standing there. Go!” Y/n nudged Carly forward.

“Okay, I'm going!” Carly chuckled as she went over to Wink and started making a conversation with him.

A minute or two passed when all of a sudden, the house erupted into flames. It was a blazing firestorm, brightening the dark night sky.

Rabbit appeared from the back and saw Y/n leaning against the car as she admired the burning house. He approached her with a soft smile.

“It's almost beautiful, isn't it?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah. Piece of shit should burn to the ground.” Rabbit replied.

Y/n chuckled. “I wanted to go in. My stupid brother wouldn't let me.”

“He's just trying to make sure you're safe.”

“Yeah, but sometimes it's annoying. He has to make sure he knows what I'm doing all the time. You know how earlier at Chin Tiki I said that he never tells me anything anymore? Well ever since mum died, he's just been so different. He's so secretive and moody but he can't let me be secretive.”

“I get that it can be annoying but, he's doing it because he doesn't wanna lose you too.”

“How do you know that?”

“He told me.”

“He did?”

“He said to me one night when we went out that he wanted to make sure you lived a good life. He said he knew he was being strict but he told me did it because he didn't want to lose you. You guys only have each other.”

“I guess…”

“And sometimes Future says something about you. Like he'll say you're hot and that he wants you and then Jordan gets absolutely pissed. If we weren't there to hold him back, Future would've been a dead man.”

Y/n chuckled. “That sounds like him. You got any siblings?”

“I've got a little sister at home. Lily. She's 7. I'd do anything for her. I love her so much.”

Y/n smiled at Rabbit's caring demeanour for his sister. She noticed how his voice softened when he talked about her, it made her feel content herself.

Sooner or later, everybody got home, managing to escape from the cops just in time.

Y/n and Jordan got home and immediately got hit with the stench of the weed that still lingered in the house.

“Did you not use Air freshener?” Jordan asked.

“I did. Didn't have much time.” Y/n responded.

“Right…” Jordan replied.

“Look, if you don't want the house to be messy and smell then just change the hangout place!” 

“You know what? Fine. I'll ask. Only because you weren't so annoying today.

Y/n scoffed as retreated to her room and got changed out of her clothes. She was starting to consider that what Rabbit said about Jordan might've been a lie just to make her feel better.

[the-californicationist]

Lost the post but it was so good and I'd love to get your take on it!

Price getting videos of you playing from home while he's deployed, and you aren't exactly quiet. Well, the boys hear it and it leads to them watching it at some point (with your permission of course!). I thoroughly believe Price loves showing off what's his and is comfortable in your relationship to consider sharing you with his team, maybe even in more ways than 1?

Maybe Price and reader record themselves a separate time to show the boys? I don't know I'm frothing at the mouth thinking of Price showing you off!

I am slowly making my way through these asks!! Thank y'all so much for being patient. As soon as I clear out my list, I'll turn the ask button back on.

This premise is so hot! Hope this is sort of what you were looking for?

Show and Tell

Price opened your video in the middle of Ghost’s briefing presentation. Luckily, only the task force was in attendance, but as he played the clip, your lust-filled moans echoed throughout the small conference room, unmistakable. All eyes turned to him, and Ghost halted mid-speech.

“Uh, sorry…” Price muttered, quickly swiping away. 

“Fuck, Cap. I know you showed us her photo, but she is damn fine,” Gaz chuckled, leaning over his commander’s shoulder to try and look at the screen.

“Eyes front, Sergeant.”

“Only seems fair to share, mate,” Johnny quipped, a gleam shining in his eye. 

Ghost put his hands on his hips, 

“If it was important enough to interrupt my presentation, maybe it’s important enough to share with the class… sir.”

Price sighed and sent off a quick text. He was asking you for permission to share. It wasn’t the first time that he’d asked you, but all the others had just been the odd picture here and there; a fancy neglige, or a holiday swimsuit… it was harmless. But, this was something else. To his surprise, you messaged back with an affirmative “Yes!” and a winking emoji. 

“Fine.”

Ghost held his hand out and beckoned for the phone,

“C’mon. We’ll put her on the big screen.”

Reluctantly, and a little worried things had gotten fully out of hand, Price handed over the phone. Your enthusiastic response was the only thing propelling him forward at this point. He wasn’t possessive, but he wasn’t much of a sharing man. 

But, then, there you were… in all of your beautiful glory. You were using your vibrator and sitting on the tile floor of your bathroom, burying a thick silicone dildo in your pussy to the hilt. Your moans echoed through the room again in spectacular 4k. 

“Mmm! Oh! Fuck… John, fuck me. Please! Yeah! Mmm. Just like that. Ungh!”

And then the video replayed on its loop. Every time, your shining lips would buzz with the whir of the vibrating wand, and your pink pussy would stretch to accommodate the toy that you were fucking yourself with, slicking it with your fluids and making it gleam. Your tits were bouncing as you rode it up and down, and your head was thrown back in beautiful abandon. 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Price decided. 

Ghost handed him back the phone with a sly smile, 

“Holy shit, Cap. She’s quite the little spitfire.”

Soap’s hand reached into his canvas pants and obviously adjusted himself, hardening like a stone. He let out a low, approving whistle. 

“She let you share that?” Gaz asked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Price nodded, not sure what to say. 

“I want to see more,” Soap put a hand to his forehead in shock.

“Well, that’s all,” Price shrugged, and then added, “...for now.”

The whole room shifted a bit. Everyone was on edge. The rest of the briefing went by as quick as a flash, but before everyone left the room, Price suggested, 

“You know, it would only be polite to send one back.”

Later that night, he got three enthusiastic notifications. In each one, his men were jacking off to her, complimenting her, talking about what a pretty pussy she had, thanking her for sharing with them. Unzipping his pants, Price decided to add one of his own. 

As his hand worked him hard, he watched your video over and over again. He imagined how your tight little cunt felt around his cock, and how sweet you tasted. He imagined how you liked to whisper naughty things in his ear, talking to him about sucking him off in front of his task force, making them watch. Price knew you wanted to do more exhibitionism, and he encouraged you when he thought about how hot it would be to watch you discovering that pleasure. 

His cock throbbed in his hands, and he whispered into the phone as he videoed himself, 

“Such a naughty girl, you were, showing yourself to my men. We put you on the projector. You looked incredible, missus. You always look incredible. Had all of us achin’ for you. Thought Soap was gonna come right there. Ungh…”

Price tightened his grip and thrust into his palm, rubbing his foreskin up and over his swollen head, slicking himself with his precome over and over and over until it became almost too much. He told you,

“So, we decided to pay you back. For your gift. Hope you send us some more, baby. So fuckin’ hot. Mmm, fuck… my cock misses you, love. So bloody much. F– Fuck!”

Price’s orgasm erupted from his body, coating his belly in white, creamy liquid. He just kept coming and coming, thinking about how you would look with all your pretty holes filled twice. Stuffed so full with no escape. 

He sent off the files one by one, starting with his own, and he waited for your reply. 

The next morning, he woke up to two messages. One was a text, and the other was a video. The text just said: Wish you all were here with a heart emoji. When he played the video, he realized what you meant. 

You had lined up your toys, four of them, all in a row on the bed. Price pressed pause and went to go find the boys. He decided it might be better if they could all see your performance together. He set you up on the projector again, and his men filed in one by one, eager to see what you’d sent. 

“She said she wished we were all here, so I thought you lads might want to see what she sent.”

“Fuck yeah, we do,” Soap sat front and center, wiping a hand down his face, eyes glued to the screen. 

Ghost chuckled, 

“You’re a lucky man, sir.”

“That’s the fuckin’ truth, innit?” Gaz agreed. 

Once everyone was settled, Price pressed play. 

You were wearing a little black bodysuit made of silk and lace, and he could see your dark nipples through the fabric. He knew which one it was. It was crotchless, and just the memory of fucking you in it made him hard.

You sat on the bed, the four toys spread out in front of you, and you picked up the first one gently. You grabbed some lube from off-camera and squirted it all over the toy and leaned forward, squatting over it, working it into your asshole in tight little thrusts, moaning ever so sweetly as you let it fill you up. 

Then, once it was fully sheathed inside of you, you reached for the two toys in the middle, using the lube that was left on your hands to make them slip against each other. You used one to rub through your pink folds, teasing your hole with the head of it, and then — inch by inch — pushed it into your wet pussy. You took the second one and, with quite a bit of difficulty, tried to fit it in next to the first, stretching yourself out even more than you had in the first video, even with these much smaller toys. 

Price couldn’t believe his eyes. You were like some sort of sex goddess, showing off skills he didn’t even know you possessed, and your screams of pleasure were making him drunk with pride and lust. He heard a zipper go down and watched as Gaz started fucking his own hand, right in front of him. 

“Sargeant,” Price admonished him, but Gaz just shrugged and kept jerking off his long dick, 

“Sorry, Cap. Can’t help it.”

Another long moan from you drew Price’s attention back to the screen. You were reaching behind you, wrapping your arm around your body, and fucking yourself in the ass with the largest toy, calling out to him, 

“John… please. I need your cock… I need all of your cocks… ungh, fuck. Fill me with your come. Every hole. Please?”

Then, for your final performance, you used your free hand to feed the final toy into your throat, gagging on it and letting your drool run down your chin. Your legs were shivering, something that Price knew wasn’t easy to achieve. You must be so damn horny. He smiled, palming himself over his jeans, so proud of you for bringing yourself such pleasure like that. 

Ghost grunted, and Price looked over to see him hunched over, spilling his come onto the floor of the office. 

The video ended, and in the silence, the captain heard the wet milking noises of his men fisting their erections, trying to come to your incredible performance. 

Soap gasped breathlessly, 

“Hit play again, Cap’n. Please…” 

Price smiled, looking down at his team in all of their sex-addled joy, and pushed the replay button.

"Maybe we should all put in for some leave, hm?" Price suggested.

He was met with a very enthusiastic round of approving moans, and he felt the excitement rush across his skin like wildfire.

His pretty girl would have what she wanted, and he would make sure of it.

If you liked this story, you may also like one of my other fics: He Shows You Off! But, please heed the tags.

[honeypott44]

Lollipop

V!Daryl Dixon x Reader

When you met Daryl, it was painfully obvious that he's a virgin. All he'd do when he believed he was ready was just shove your face against his boxers and just rubbed against you until he came. Eventually, you realized if you ever wanted to fuck Daryl, you’d have to go for it the second he tried to grind on your face. Daryl sat on the couch, watching you model clothes he had gotten for you, “Goddamn angel, it’s like yer tryin’ ta kill me..” he muttered, biting his lip as you modelled a mid-thigh (any color) dress with a lace hem. “‘S not my fault ‘m pretty, Darry.” you remarked, making small but noticeable gestures to catch his eye more. “Ta hell with it, get yer pretty ass over here.” He demanded. Before you walked over, you unzipped the dress, the bra you wore made his cock twitch noticeably in his pants. You strutted over, getting on your knees and taking Daryl's cock out of his pants before he could say anything. Daryls cock proceeded to twitch as if it were jumping up and down at finally dating its crush. “Damn, Darry, how long you been denyin’ the poor sucker anything better than your hand?” you asked, slowly stroking Daryl's cock and never breaking eye contact with him. His mouth stayed slightly agape, body shaking slightly as he moaned at the feeling. “Holy fuck..“ he muttered. Almost instantly, he came, probably enough repopulate if needed.

‼️NEXT PART IS VERY SELF INDULGENT/playin in his cum‼️

You smiled, scooping his cum off your face and rubbing it all over yourself, over your boobs, tummy, neck, thighs, hell you even kept some on your face, “How do I look, darry?“ you asked, atleast trying to look dominant.

“Like a lil girl messin’ around in glue.“ He said, lighting a cigarette

“Thats really all it took for you to get tired?“

“It ain't ma fault, don't got the stamina for goin’ all night ’n shit..“

“Yeah, well i was cravin’ a lollipop and all i got was that icky shit in the middle.“

Ty for reading!! This is my first fic n I'd love suggestions for more! Creds to @xb1gbaldheadx for begging me to write this cs i prob wouldn't have gotten the motivation to finish it w/o you & creds to @enchanthings for the divider!!

[elfieafterdark]

Pyrrha Dve hasn't ever been a perfect woman, let alone a perfect person. Her mid-twenties weren't exactly spent at her best.

She had a few nasty habits, and a decent enough job to fuel them. Smoking, womanizing, and of course, drinking.

That last one was how she ended up at this hospital, sitting there all uncomfortably in the middle of the night. Fidgeting with her big hands, unable to fully sit still but lacking anything actionable to do.

She had, remarkably, fallen asleep at some point. The nurses kept telling her she could go home, they'd handle it, and she just kept staying.

What was she supposed to do? Leave the kid? Not an option.

It's gotta be morning by now. Caught in this in between place, with all the beeping and the noise. She can't even remember finding the kid, not really.

She just remembered showing up at the hospital with the kid.

She couldn't take it anymore, she finally flagged down a nurse, and asked, "how's the kid doing?" The nurse, who had started her shift at some point recently, judging by the significantly reduced bags under her eyes, was infinitely patient.

Once she knew what Pyrrha was talking about, she happily led her to the infant. Same as before, same as when she found her... Just, more tubes. Tubes and wires connected to the little baby.

"She's a little trooper. Aren't you sweetie?" The nurse asks, and the little baby coos. Pyrrha stared at the infant, at her dark skin, at her little tuft of red hair, at her golden eyes.

"What's with all the hardware?"

"Heart and oxygen monitors," explains the nurse, letting the baby grab one of her fingers as she talks, "We've also got her on TPN, that's total parent nutrition by the way." She added before Pyrrha could ask, "Just making sure that she's okay. God damn though, I can't believe someone would leave her in a box on the side of the road."

"Is that what happened?"

"That's what you told us, yes." The nurse confirmed. The baby gurgled, looking around at this strange world and clearly finding her tiny self utterly perplexed by it.

"Jesus." Pyrrha said. The baby looked her way, then smiled and reached, though she lacked the fine motor skills to properly do so.

Pyrrha offered a finger, and the baby grabbed one. Something happened then, to Pyrrha Dve, something involving her heart, and that heart collapsing in on itself.

"What..." Her words were thick and slow to roll off the tongue, "What happens now?" The nurse grabs a clipboard and starts writing.

"Well, now CPS gets involved. They try and find her parents, though something tells me they won't succeed there."

"bahhh." The baby added, rather unhelpfully for poor Pyrrha's heart.

"And when they can't find her birth parents, she's going to go into foster care." The nurse continued. Pyrrha straightened her posture at that.

"And, if I wanted... I mean, is me... an option?" As if expecting it, the nurse brandished a piece of paper with a phone number and some basic instructions written on it.

"Give them a call, they can get you all the literature. You'll have to be evaluated of course, but, I think she likes you."

Pyrrha looked back at the baby, the baby whose birth parents abandoned her. Left her to literally die. Pyrrha's never been so glad that Mercy convinced her to walk home rather than take a cab, by way of stealing the cab with Augustine and driving off without her.

"Hey kiddo." Pyrrha tried, and found it not unpleasant to say. "Uh, you got a good grip."

"Ahhh." Said the baby.

"Yeah," Pyrrha said, trying not to choke on how fucking precious this little life is, and how close it was to being snuffed out. "Me too."

Pyrrha Dve was going to make some changes, she decided it then and there. She was going to make some calls, she was going to get her act together.

She was gonna be a mom, the best mom she could be. And it all started by nearly tripping over a cardboard box on the side of the highway.

[ficxworm]

Lost in Translation

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel

Tags: Dean has a thing for Enochian. Or more specifically Cas speaking Enochian.

Dean had heard Enochian before. A lot of it. Most of the time, it was by angels or chanted in the middle of some apocalyptic showdown. But hearing it come out of Cas’ mouth? That was… different.

It started when they were researching a case—something about a cursed artifact with angelic inscriptions. Dean was only half-paying attention when Cas, hunched over the bunker’s map table, started muttering under his breath. The low, melodic cadence of Enochian filled the room, sharp syllables rolling off his tongue like a song. Dean froze mid-sip of his coffee, the sound sending a strange tingle down his spine.

“Dean?” Cas looked up, brow furrowed. “Are you all right?”

Dean blinked, suddenly aware he’d been staring. “Huh? Yeah. Fine. Just… zoned out.”

Cas nodded and returned to his muttering, completely unaware of the effect he was having. Dean felt his ears burn as he quickly fled to the kitchen, pretending he needed a snack.

For the next few days, Dean couldn’t get it out of his head. Every time Cas so much as opened his mouth, Dean wondered what it would sound like if he spoke in Enochian again. He started finding excuses to stick around when Cas was translating something, even though Sam kept shooting him weird looks.

“You okay, man?” Sam asked one night, finding Dean lurking near Cas’ room with no apparent reason.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?” Dean snapped, way too defensive.

Sam raised his hands in surrender. “Just checking. You’ve been acting… weird.”

Dean knew he was acting weird. But how was he supposed to explain that hearing Cas speak Enochian made his knees weak? That it wasn’t just the words but the way Cas said them—with such reverence and power—that made Dean feel like he was seconds away from spontaneously combusting?

It all came to a head during a late-night research session. Dean had been avoiding being alone with Cas for days, but Sam had conveniently “needed sleep,” leaving them alone in the bunker’s library.

Cas was reading an old scroll, his voice soft but deliberate as he translated. Dean sat across from him, pretending to take notes but mostly just fidgeting. His heart thudded louder with every word Cas uttered.

“Dean,” Cas said suddenly, snapping him out of his trance. “You’re distracted.”

Dean swallowed hard, avoiding Cas’ gaze. “Nah, I’m good. Keep going.”

Cas tilted his head, clearly not buying it. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t—” Dean started, then sighed. “Okay, maybe a little.”

“Why?” Cas asked, his tone gentle. He set down the scroll, his blue eyes pinning Dean in place.

Dean ran a hand through his hair, hating how his face felt like it was on fire. “It’s nothing, man. Just drop it.”

Cas frowned. “If I’ve done something to upset you—”

“No, you haven’t!” Dean blurted, then groaned. “That’s the problem.”

Cas’ frown deepened. “I don’t understand.”

“Of course, you don’t,” Dean muttered. He got up and started pacing, hands on his hips. “Look, it’s stupid, okay? But when you’re speaking that angel mumbo jumbo… it does something to me.”

Cas blinked, his head tilting like a confused puppy. “It… does something to you?”

“Yeah,” Dean admitted, finally stopping to face him. “I don’t know what it is, Cas. It’s just—damn, it’s like hearing you speak it is… hot.”

Cas’ eyes widened, and for a second, Dean thought he’d screwed everything up. But then Cas stood, stepping closer, his expression softening. “You find it attractive?”

Dean’s throat went dry. “Yeah. I mean, I didn’t mean to, but—hell, Cas, you could read a grocery list in Enochian, and I’d probably lose my mind.”

Cas stared at him for a long moment before a small smile tugged at his lips. “I didn’t realize my language could have that effect on you.”

“Yeah, well, now you know,” Dean muttered, feeling the heat creep up his neck. “So… you gonna make fun of me or what?”

“Dean,” Cas said, his voice low and steady. “I would never make fun of you for your feelings.”

Dean looked up, surprised, and found Cas standing close—too close. Cas’ hand hovered near his shoulder, hesitant, before finally resting there.

“I’m glad you told me,” Cas said, his eyes searching Dean’s. “And… for the record, I’ve always found the way you say my name—just my name—very attractive.”

Dean’s lips parted, his heart skipping a beat. “Cas…”

Cas leaned in, and Dean didn’t stop him. He couldn’t. The moment their lips met, it was like every awkward moment and unspoken feeling finally made sense. Cas’ hand slid to the back of Dean’s neck, grounding him as they kissed, slow and deep.

When they finally broke apart, Dean grinned, breathless. “Guess this means I can’t complain when you go full angel mode.”

Cas smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’ll try to use it sparingly.”

“Don’t,” Dean said, pulling him in for another kiss. “I like it too much.”

A/N: They’re too damn cute!

[iheartjameshetfield]

Having kids with early/mid 80’s James 🤭

like yeah he’s young but there’s nothing that makes happier than his little family 💗

AHHH THIS IS SO SWEETTTTT

we all know damn well that the kid would be an accident 💀. he was fucking petrified when you told him the news since he was almost 1000% sure that he would fuck this kid up the same way his dad fucked him up.

you tried to reassure him multiple times throughout your pregnancy that he would be the best father there is, and you’d be there to help him, but he had no trust in himself whatsoever. the only thing that he knew for sure was. that no matter how hard it gets, he would never leave and put you and your kid through the same thing he went through.

even with all this, he was still the best person to have by your side during your pregnancy. he always tried to make sure that you’re comfortable, placing a pillow behind your back, head, and legs or he’d cover you with a blanket. he would get you whatever you’re craving, and if it wasn’t in the house, he would go and get it from the supermarket no matter the time.

he would constantly read books about parenting and pregnancy, making sure you get the best treatment. whenever you’d pat your belly, he’d get worried that you pat a little harder than you should, telling you to be more careful.

i feel like he would be the type of person to talk to your unborn child, like whenever he disagrees with you or just saying smth sweet to the baby like “we can’t wait to see you” or “see that? your mom wants to name you paul” he laughs as he makes fun of you with the baby.

when the child is born, hes definitely the type of dad to force everyone to wash the hands, wipes, and sanitize at least three times each before letting anyone touch the baby, including you.

for the first month or so after you give birth, he would always be the one to get up in the middle of the night for the baby, telling you to get your rest. after a while, he is literally prepared to play rock paper scissors with you at 3 in the morning to see who’ll get up.

you know that trick that almost every dad does when they toss their kid like 5 feet up in the air and catch them, giving all the moms a heart attack? yeah, he invented that trick. you’ve probably seen your baby in the air more than you’ve seen it in someone’s arms or the stroller or smth.

i truly believe that when the baby babbles, he babbles back. like the baby would say smth in gibberish and james would mimic the baby, conversing in their own language. or james would also respond with stuff like an exaggerated “no way!!” or “what else happened, tell me more”

he probably would’ve been rooting for a boy. he would be sooooooo excited if you had a boy, already planning on causing a lot of mischief with him.

he would teach his son how to play sports and guitar and all the stuff he’s interested in. james would race him and play wrestling games with him and pretend to lose.

even though he wanted a boy, when his little girl came, he would instantly change his mind, hoping that every future kid that comes would be a girl.

from day one and he would shower her with kisses and gifts, making sure she gets treated like the princess she is.

james definitely has tea parties with his little girl. he’d let her put hair clips in his hair, paint his nails a messy pink and accessories him in plastic beaded necklaces and bracelets. or whenever they’d play with dolls, he would speak in a high pitched voice like a girl’s voice after his daughter would force him to.

james would show up at every ballet practice and recital ever, refusing to not show up at a single thing. he would pick her up and drop her off at her practices, loving how his little girl comes running to him with open arms during every break she has. he’ll never miss the look his daughter had in her face when she spotted her parents in the crowd during her show, her eyes glinting as her smile brightened.

when she’s done with her dance, she’d leap into her father’s arms, you and james cradling her in a hug. “you were amazing princess. that was awesome!!” james would compliment her.

i feel like no matter what gender the baby is, they would want to be just like their dad in every way. the long hair, the band shirts, his guitar skills. whenever you see james around the house, you’d spot his little carbon copy waddling behind him in a custom ‘Metallica’ shirt and sunglasses that practically swallow your baby’s face.

when his kid is a little older, he’d want you to bring them to one of his shows, wanting his kid to see him on stage. he’d even show off his toddler to the crowd, showing off the newest member of the hetfield clan to the world.

this is me speaking off of real experiences btw

[didyoulookforme]

Please need you to elaborate more on the hot tub holiday smut 🙏

it’s the second night of your holiday in paradise and matty just so happens to be out soaking in the hot tub having a smoke, enjoying the hell out of not having to do anything for a few days. and only made so much better by having you along for the trip. you're in the bedroom, looking at him through the open doors, arms stretching across the edge of the tub, staring up at the sky while be takes a drag of his cigarette and listens to new order. pretty damn dreamy, if you do say so yourself. especially because his curls are damp and framing his face in the most perfect way possible. the necklaces around his neck driving you mad because you wish you could just pull on them right then and there. but yeah, he's the dictionary definition of perfection in your eyes.

prior to getting distracted ogling at your gorgeous boyfriend, you were in the middle of changing into your swimsuit to join him. it honestly shouldn't be this fucking hard to pick one but you're feeling a little very turned on by the sight of matty, that you decide to pick the one which your bff had convinced you to buy: a metallic blue, two-piece number that ties at the back of your neck and has super high cut bottoms that would make the people from the 80's die of jealousy. never in a million years did you think you'd be wearing something like this, but to be honest, it's just the kind of thing that matty would LOVE because, well, he's a boy after all. and anything that accentuates your tits is a win for him.

anyway, you put it on, making sure the fabric sits on just the right places, taking one final look in the mirror and admitting that your best friend was right. you look fucking hot. so yeah, you take one deep breath and stride outside.

he’s lost inside his mind, eyes closed as he rests his head back, fingers drumming to the beat of the track playing softly in the background. you try to be as discreet as possible, stepping quietly, but he definitely senses your incoming presence as he starts talking.

“’bout time dar—” his words die mid-sentence when his eyes crack open and lock onto you. his gaze travels slowly from the curve of your shoulder to the high-cut line of your hips, and finally back up to your face. you swear you hear the faintest hitch in his breath because he's obviously taken aback by how fucking stunning you look at the moment. to him you're a damn goddess who just stepped out of his wet dreams.

you shift slightly between your feet, feeling self-conscious under the intensity of his gaze, but it doesn't really last before he puts out his cigarette and extends his arms to make grabby hands towards you. and who are you to deny him? lol. apparently you're not quick enough, because he starts to glide towards you as you step into the bubbling water. not long after he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you down to your knees so he can stare up hungrily at you. his eyes twinkle with nothing but want for you and it makes your heart burst with a mix of love and lust. "hi, sweet," is all he manages to say as his hands travel up to your ass and his palms end up beneath the small amount of fabric covering your skin, squeezing and kneading while his eyes are still glued to yours. you respond with a barely audible "hi" while raking your hands through his hair and watch as his eyes close and head falls back because he fucking loooooves it when you pull on his curls. siiiigh.

he brings your body even closer so you're straddling him. this way he can finally make out with you as the horny teenager he feels like right at that moment. it's eager and messy from the beginning but you don't mind one bit, lapping up all the attention he's giving you. when it officially become dangerous not to breathe, he pulls back and stares down at your boobs, very clearly enjoying the way they almost spill from your top. he leans down to lick circles around a mark he'd left on you the day before your flight. all very sexy, but somehow tender at the same time. either way, you end up getting impossibly turned on because it's honestly hard not to when you have a beautiful man bitting and sucking at your tits.

you're the one who has pull matty off your chest to smack your lips against him again, forcing him back to the wall of the tub. his bathing suit cannot do anything to cover how hard he's for you already and you love how he feels against your thigh. during the holidays it was difficult to find time alone, so this is pure heaven. you also want to make him feel as good as humanly possible and oh so prettily ask if you can suck him off. he has to inhale deeply and bite his lip to prevent him from groaning so loud. at least there are fences around the balconies so no one will be able to watch what slutty stuff you both are up to hehe.

he manages to mumble out an "of fucking course" between kisses before he steps out of the tub, not giving a single fuck before pulling down his bathing suit and sitting on the edge, legs dangling into the water. it's crystal clear that neither of you are up for the usual teasing tonight, so you take him between your lips, swallowing until he hits the back of your throat. the thing with matty is that when it comes to blowjobs, he'd much rather have it slow and have you take him all in, rather than having it be fast and shallow. so now you're able trained to deep throat him.

the way he rolls his hips with each thrust is just fucking obscene, his right hand always keeping your head down for a second—never pushing, just holding you there so he can stay warm in your mouth for a tad longer.

you do that for a while, until you decide to drive him absolutely mad by pulling away and placing him between your tits. it takes all of his restrain to not just cum right then and there because you're so good to him. always his sweet girl. for him, it also feels unreal to have his dick nestled between your breasts. matty lets you be the one to move up and down as he gazes at you in awe. he's feels like the luckiest human in this earth because you please him just the way he craves. he'll be sure to repay you later by fucking you into the mattress, until the only word spilling out of your mouth is his name. but for now, it's him swearing under his breath as he watches his cock slide up and down your chest.

before it's too late, he asks where you want his cum. and in this instance, you take him back into your hand, positioning yourself low enough so he can decorate your face, covering your pretty eyelashes and lips. some of it ending in your mouth to show him that you're a good girl. his thumb pressing on your tongue and rubbing his release against the muscle so you can taste him <3

[dirtytransmasc]

One of my head canons is that Navi (or at least the Omaticaya) can't thermo-regulate very well. They're so SKINNY, and both the places we've been to look to have very warm and temperate climates. It's just something that they never evolved to do because they never needed to. Humans thermo-regulate pretty well, and I think this ability would translate somewhat to the avatars.

This breeds some "Jake is weird" moments where everyone is getting out thick blankets and starting many warming fires because of a cold night or the onset of a cold season and Jake is just standing there like, "Y'all it's not even below 60 degrees" (I'm a fahrenheit person). Neytiri thinks she's struck gold because her Jake gives of body heat like nobody's business and is perfect to be next to on cold nights.

Spider, fully human, is even more of a personal furnace. The kids FIGHT over who gets to cuddle with him on cold nights. Meanwhile him and Jake are looking at each other like, "I feel like it could be way colder" "oh it can, on earth the rain turns into mini-ice when it gets cold" "damn" "yeah, this is way better"

I love this idea, it fuels me sometimes.

spider is like a personal heated pillow of sorts, cause not only is he warm as fuck compared to his siblings, but he's also very squishy compared to them, and in general (cause the kids buff as shit and muscle is super soft when not tensed up). I'd be fighting over him too, he'd gotta feel like a big teddy bear, even just to other humans, let alone the na'vi.

I like to think that in the case of spider being accepted by neytiri as a kid, him and jake were forced to sleep in the middle of the pile to keep everyone warm when they wanted to be edge sleeps so they could sorta cool off and not overheat. neytiri would also steal spider from the kids and hold him all night long cause she's his mom and she has first dibs on using her son as a personal space heater.

I do also love the idea of jake and spider constantly overheating when doing things the na'vi way, especially during the cooler months, cause while the na'vi are freezing at the absolutely frigid temps for mid to low 60s, jake and spider are like, at the optimal temp. so when they get blankets and shawls piled on them like everyone else, they're legit dying. they have to have their own system to regulating their human/avatar temp needs throughout the seasons, cause otherwise they will die of heat stroke.

I'd love to see the sully family explore even colder climates, like, jake and spider having fun in the snow, while the kids and neytiri are literally popsicles. both boys resign to their fates as human defrosters soon after.

[naussensei]

The party carried on for a little while, though the energy had started to fade. It was already late when Satoru arrived in the first place, and the clock seemed to mock their lingering excitement. The playful chatter gradually turned to sleepy murmurs, and before long, Shoko was the first to succumb to the weight of the night, sprawling out on Satoru’s bed.

There was silence again. Suguru, still sitting at the desk, was staring at Satoru across the room.

“What should we do?” Suguru said, chin propped in his hand, legs spreading wide. Why did he always sit like that?

“I don’t know,” Said Satoru from the bed. “Sleep?”

Suguru glanced briefly over at Shoko, then back at Satoru. “Shoko’s sleeping in your bed.”

“Uh, should we go to your room then?… Maybe? To sleep more comfortably, I mean…”

Suguru ran a hand over his mouth, thoughtfully, violet eyes wandering around the room. Satoru could never tell what he was thinking. “Maybe it’s not a good idea.”

“Yeah, no,” Satoru rushed to say. “Maybe not…”

There was dreadful, everlasting silence again.

“I’m not that tired anyway,” Satoru lied. “You?”

“No. I don’t think I wanna sleep. But… I think we should. Maybe.”

Satoru gulped.

Ok?

Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean.

Suguru’s lingering gaze was beginning to unsettle him again.

“What do you wanna do then?” Satoru said, his breath quickening.

“I don’t know,” Suguru shrugged, intense glare still following his every movement. “What do you wanna do? It’s your birthday. You can do anything you want.”

Anything you want.

Satoru cleared his throat. He could think of many things he wanted to do right now, all of them ungodly and none of them precisely ‘do-able’. What kind of proposition was that? And why did he have to word it like that?

No. He was done playing Suguru’s games. He’d already fallen for his pranks today.

Unable to take that stare anymore, he looked around for something to do, to fill that void that Shoko’s calming presence had left. He plopped down beside her, eyes catching the small MP3 device Suguru had gifted him earlier. “Let’s listen to this,” he suggested with a grin, glancing at Suguru. “You got the earphones?”

Suguru looked around. “Where are they?”

“Uh... check the drawer,” Satoru said, trying to keep his voice steady, but a sudden panic fluttered in his chest. He hadn’t specified which drawer he meant, and so Suguru wandered over to the nightstand instead.

“Wait—no, no, not that one!” Satoru blurted, his face flushing red.

“Oh?” Suguru paused mid-step, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. “What are you hiding, Satoru? Got something secret in there? Some condoms or something? Or a dildo perhaps”?

“Yeah, the condoms I used with your mom last night.”

“Middle school-ass response, Satoru.”

Satoru could barely choke out a laugh, his heartbeat racing as Suguru opened the drawer with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He knew what he would find there. Among the scattered wrappers and knick-knacks, there was a pile of things Satoru had clearly tucked away: old snacks wrappings, receipts, and—Suguru’s hair ties.

Suguru raised an eyebrow, looking at the small, black bands. “So this is where they went, huh?” His voice was teasing, but there was something softer in his gaze. “I wonder how they got here. Why do you have them?”

“Uh…” Satoru’s voice faltered. “I’m… growing my hair out,” he muttered awkwardly.

Suguru shook his head, chuckling lightly. “C’mon, Satoru. I know you’re capable of much better lies.”

Satoru only smiled sheepishly, shifting the conversation. “Well, are you bringing those damn earphones or what? I'm falling asleep here.”

Suguru opened the next drawer. “Yeah, yeah.” But then he paused again, his fingers brushing against something else. A brand new iPod, sleek and untouched, catching the dim light of the room.

“Of course you have one,” Suguru said with a mix of disbelief and disappointment. “You said you didn’t have one. Liar.”

“No, no,” Satoru insisted quickly. “I said I didn’t have an MP3. That’s different. MP3s are smaller, more portable.”

Seeing his words were no comfort to him, Satoru added. “Hey, it’s... it’s the thought that counts, ok?”

Suguru's smile faded as he handed Satoru one of the earphones, his eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. “You’re just being nice. It’s a shit gift, admit it.”

“No! I love it, I swear.” Satoru shot him an exaggerated pout. “I wanna listen to it now. Please, please, please–”

“Fine, ok.” Suguru hesitated for a moment, his lips curling into an almost imperceptible smile, but then he sat down beside Satoru on the bed.

The first song began to play, the tiny screen read Be yourself by Audioslave , one that Satoru didn't know. How ironic. Never did he think it would get to the point in which it was Suguru the one now showing him new music. It had always been the other way around. But somehow, he didn’t mind it.

From: Our Last Summer

Continue reading here on Ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/54512392/chapters/159945076

[bambiiiiei]

Joel Miller x reader

“Stuck”

The cabin was cold, its worn wooden walls doing little to keep out the bite of the snowstorm raging outside. Wind howled through the surrounding trees, rattling the shutters and burying the world in white. Joel paced near the fireplace, his boots heavy on the creaky floor, shoulders hunched as he poked at the flames with a stick. He hadn’t said much since the two of you had stumbled into this place hours ago, but the tension radiating off him was unmistakable.

You sat on the other side of the room, wrapped in a blanket you’d found in a dusty corner. It smelled faintly of mildew, but you weren’t in a position to be picky. Your body chattering from how cold you were. Your eyes followed Joel’s movements, irritation simmering under your skin. He hadn’t so much as looked your way since he’d muttered something about “making it through the night.” Typical Joel he was brooding, gruff, and convinced he always knew best.

Finally, you couldn’t take the silence any longer. “Are you going to just pace around all night, or are we going to talk about how you got us stuck here?”

Joel froze, the stick in his hand pausing mid-poke. He turned slowly, his dark eyes narrowing as he fixed you with a glare. “Got us stuck here? Far as I remember, you’re the one who didn’t listen when I said we needed to take the longer route.” He said with an anger filled tone his body language coming off cold as the weather outside.

You scoffed, throwing the blanket aside as you stood. “The longer route would’ve taken us straight into that pack of infected. Or did you forget about the runners we had to dodge earlier?”

“I didn’t forget,” Joel growled, his voice low and sharp. “But now we’re trapped in the middle of nowhere ‘cause you thought you knew better.”

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? Maybe if you’d actually explained your plan instead of barking orders like you’re in charge of everything, we wouldn’t be here.”

Joel’s jaw clenched, the firelight casting deep shadows across his face. “I don’t have time to explain myself every damn second. I do what needs doin’. That’s how I’ve survived this long.”

“Yeah, and it’s a miracle anyone else can survive around you with that attitude,” you shot back.

The space between you crackled with more heat than the fire, the air thick with unspoken frustrations and something else—something harder to name. Joel stepped closer, his boots heavy against the wooden floor, and you held your ground, refusing to back down even as his presence loomed over you.

“You done?” he asked, his voice quieter now but no less sharp. His dark eyes bored into yours, unreadable but intense.

“Not even close,” you snapped, your voice rising. “You act like you’re the only one who knows how to stay alive, but guess what? I’ve been pulling my weight just fine without you.”

Joel’s lips twitched into something that might’ve been a smirk if it weren’t so bitter. “Yeah? That why you nearly got yourself killed back there?”

Your breath hitched, and you hated that he’d struck a nerve. “I didn’t see you jumping to save the day,” you countered, though your voice wavered slightly.

Joel stepped back with a huff, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he was wasting his energy on this argument. “We’re both alive, aren’t we? That’s all that matters.”

You sank back into the chair, your heart pounding, but you refused to let him see how rattled you were. “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the only sounds the crackling fire and the howling wind. Then, Joel sighed—a deep, weary sound that surprised you. When he spoke again, his tone was softer, almost reluctant.

“Look, I ain’t exactly thrilled about this either,” he admitted, his eyes fixed on the fire. “But we’re stuck here. Might as well try not to kill each other before morning.”

You glanced at him, startled by the faint hint of vulnerability in his voice. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to take the edge off your anger. “Fine,” you muttered, pulling the blanket back over your shoulders. “But for the record, you’re still a pain in the ass.”

Joel huffed out a low chuckle, the sound barely audible. “Yeah, well, takes one to know one.”

The corner of your mouth twitched despite yourself, and for the first time since the storm had started, the silence that followed didn’t feel quite so unbearable.

The wind howled outside, but the tension between you and Joel had softened into something quieter as the hours dragged on. Neither of you spoke much after the argument; you had retreated to your corner of the cabin while Joel busied himself with the fire. But the silence wasn’t as sharp as before—less like a blade and more like a thread, tentative and fragile, connecting the two of you across the room.

When the fire began to wane, Joel stood and grabbed a few pieces of wood from the dwindling pile near the hearth. His movements were stiff, his limp more pronounced now that the adrenaline of the day had worn off. You hadn’t noticed before, but he’d been favoring his right leg since the fight with the hunters earlier.

“You’re hurt,” you said, breaking the quiet. It wasn’t a question.

Joel glanced at you, his expression guarded. “It’s nothin’.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing.” You stood and crossed the room before he could protest, your eyes scanning him for other injuries. “Let me see.”

“I said it’s fine,” he grumbled, but there was less bite to his voice now. Still, he didn’t move away when you crouched in front of him.

You knelt by his leg, carefully rolling up the worn fabric of his jeans to reveal a swollen ankle with an angry bruise spreading across the skin. You frowned. “Joel, this isn’t fine. You should’ve said something.”

He looked away, his jaw tightening. “Didn’t seem worth mentionin’. We had bigger problems.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head. “Stay put. I’m going to find something for this.”

You rummaged through the cabin, eventually uncovering an old towel in a cupboard. After tearing it into strips, you returned to Joel, who was still sitting near the fire, watching you with a mix of suspicion and resignation.

“This is probably going to hurt,” you warned as you began wrapping his ankle. Your fingers worked quickly but gently, and to your surprise, Joel didn’t flinch or pull away.

“You’re pretty good at this,” he said after a moment, his voice low.

You glanced up at him, surprised. His gaze was steady, warmer than before, and it sent a flicker of something unfamiliar through your chest. “I’ve had to patch myself up a few times,” you admitted, focusing on the makeshift bandage. “Kind of a necessary skill these days.”

Joel nodded, his expression unreadable. For a while, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the rustle of fabric and the crackle of the fire. When you finished, you leaned back on your heels, looking up at him.

“There,” you said softly. “That should help a little.”

Joel studied you, his eyes darker in the firelight but softer than you’d ever seen them. “Thanks,” he said, and it sounded like he meant it.

You shrugged, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze. “Just returning the favor for earlier.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “Didn’t think you saw it that way.”

“Maybe I’m starting to,” you replied, surprising yourself with the honesty in your tone.

The corner of his mouth lifted in the faintest hint of a smile. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make your chest feel a little lighter. As you settled back into your chair, Joel leaned forward, tending to the fire again.

“Storm’s not letting up anytime soon,” he said, glancing toward the window. “You should get some rest.”

“Too cold to sleep” you say with a slight shiver. “Hmm, C’mere” Joel says roughly; looking at you with secretive eyes.

You sat near Joel now, the small space between the two of you no longer feeling like a huge distance but instead an invitation of boundaries waiting to be crossed.

Joel leaned back against the hearth, his eyes half-lidded but still watchful, his body relaxed in a way you hadn’t seen before. The makeshift bandage on his ankle seemed to be holding, though you caught him wincing once or twice when he shifted. Without thinking, you reached for the blanket you’d abandoned earlier and draped it over both of you, a silent gesture that surprised you almost as much as it seemed to surprise him.

“Gettin’ soft on me, huh?” he murmured, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Don’t get used to it,” you shot back, though there was no heat in your words. “I just don’t want you freezing to death before morning. That’d be inconvenient for me.”

“Right. Just lookin’ out for yourself,” Joel said, his voice low and gravelly, but there was a softness to it now, a warmth that made the tiny cabin feel a little less suffocating.

You let the silence stretch, the crackle of the fire filling the space as you stared into the flames. After a while, Joel shifted beside you, and you felt his eyes on you. It made your heart beat a little faster, though you tried to ignore it.

“You really didn’t have to do all that earlier,” he said, his voice quieter now. “The ankle it’s been a long time since anyone’s bothered.”

You turned to look at him, caught off guard by the vulnerability in his tone. “You don’t make it easy,” you admitted softly, a faint smile tugging at your lips. “But maybe that’s part of your charm.”

Joel raised an eyebrow, though the faint flush creeping up his neck was hard to miss. “Charm, huh? Don’t hear that word tossed around much these days.”

“Well, don’t let it go to your head,” you teased gently, but your voice softened as your eyes lingered on him. The firelight danced across his features, highlighting the lines carved deep into his face—lines of grief, of survival, of too many battles fought and scars earned. There was a hardness to him, but beneath it, you could see something else. Something human. Something real.

Joel’s gaze held yours, steady and searching, like he was trying to figure you out. For once, you didn’t look away. The air between you grew heavier, charged with something you couldn’t quite name but didn’t want to ignore.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, closing the small distance between you. It wasn’t much—just a brush of your shoulder against his, the lightest touch of your hand near his on the blanket—but it was enough to make Joel still.

His breath hitched, barely audible, and for a moment, you wondered if you’d made a mistake.

But then, slowly, Joel turned toward you. His hand, calloused and steady, shifted to cover yours where it rested on the blanket. The weight of it was solid, grounding, and you felt your chest tighten as his thumb brushed lightly against your knuckles.

You glance at his face and check him looking right at you. Joel’s hand suddenly grabs your face and pulls you into him and kisses you. You’re taken off guard for a second before regaining yourself and kissing him back.

Joel groans as you kiss him back, His lips are soft like pillows for such a man with a hard demeanor that shows little to no emotion he’s…soft. Joel slowly breaks away from the kiss and looks at you before grabbing the side of your hip.

You shifted into his lap being careful to avoid his ankle, You look at him with eyes full of lust and grab his face slowly trailing down to his belt. Joel suddenly stopped you “No Baby I want to pleasure you” He says in a low raspy voice. He starts to kiss your neck while unbuttoning your shirt. Joel’s cold fingers brushed against your chest, you jump at how cold they are the heat of the moment between you almost made you forget about the freezing cold air engulfing the room.

His fingers lightly start to touch your stomach while his other hand touches your nipple, you gasp at the feeling at groan at his touch. Joel’s head pops up off your neck and he smiles with a sweetly mischievous grin “That’s the only sound I want to hear” He says before fully taking off your shirt and bra.

Joel starts to slowly touch you, creasing your breasts and gently biting your neck; You let your head go slack at the feeling of Joel’s kisses and touch,

Joel lifts up .

Joel shifted his hips down and pulls out his cock and it instantly hits your stomach, you bite your lip and look look into his dark eyes with lust. He moves and lays you down on the floor. The fire warms your body up more than the aurosal between you.

Joel puts almost all his weight on you as he starts to kiss you again. His hands are holding your legs as he fucks you. He puts your nipple in his mouth gently sucking and biting while his cock is pounding at your cervix. You felt him so deep, and you know that he is ruining any other man for you.

You moan loudly as the tip of him reach places no one as ever reached before, your eyes roll in that back of your head and Joel growls in your ear slapping into you at a quick pace.

“Finna be the end of be end of me baby” He mubbles weakly in your ear. His pace gets sloppier and he grabs your hips. You moan and you clench around him and he roughly thrust s once more as he finished inside of you.

[skelitinonmyback]

Nice to Meet Ya

pairing: agent whiskey x fem!reader

synopsis: you were a bartender of a dive bar in the middle of nowhere, wyoming. you knew everyone and everyone knew you, so when a stranger happened into your bar, you were willing to do anything to get to know him better. unfortunately for you, he was a very busy man.

content warning: SMUT 18+, porn no plot, small spitting kink if you squint, oral sex (fem receiving), insert fic with no use of y/n, p in v sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (3), pet names (sugar, darlin', baby, sweetheart), age gap (reader is mid 20s and agent whiskey is 40)

word count: 3.7k

Being a bartender in the Middle of Nowhere, Wyoming was just about as luxurious as it sounds. You spent 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, keeping old men just close enough to get good tips but far enough to stay out of their hands. Today was no different than any other. You were in the middle of hiding Old Bob’s keys from him while he was in the bathroom, too drunk to get there without running into every object on his way. Including a very cowboy looking man that just sauntered into your bar.

You’ve never seen this man before, which was surprising because all of your customers were the same people you saw every day. He sat at your bar and you could tell by the way he looked at you he thought he owned the bar. A smirk twitched up the end of his mustache and he asked for two fingers of whiskey neat.

You couldn’t deny that he was very attractive. Although, he was probably 15 or so years older than you. His playful eyes and pouty lips made you want to listen to everything he had to say like scripture and beg him to continue. And man did you have a thing for cowboys. You doubted he would want anything to do with you, however. He seemed the type to want something as mature as he was, not a young little thing like yourself.

You set down the glass with a napkin in front of him. “So what brings you around here?”

“What makes you think I’m new in town?” Oh so he was going to be withholding?

“In a town like this you know everything about everyone,” you smiled. “And I have a feeling I would know you very well if I’ve seen you before.”

Much to your surprise, or rather disappointment, he didn’t seem very fazed by your comment. He just raised his eyebrows a bit and took a sip of the whiskey. “Is that right, sugar?” Fuck, if pet names didn’t make you weak.

“Oh, I’d count on it.” You gave him your name, but he seemed distracted and didn’t say anything back. “And you are?”

“Jack. Memorise it,” he drawled, giving you a wink and went back to searching the room. Something was definitely taking over his mind that kept him away from you and you were not very happy about it.

“Are you looking for someone? I might be able to help you.” You desperately wanted him to look at you again. You cycled through anyone worth a damn in this town quickly, there were so few, and you rarely got visitors. You were sexually frustrated to say the least and you were not going to let this opportunity slip you by. 

“Alright, sugar,” he queried. “Have you seen a group of guys come through here? They would’ve showed up about a week ago, all around my height, a little bigger than me, a lot scarier.”

“Wait, are you like a cop or something?”

“Or something. Are you gonna help out an old man, sweetheart?” The sound of sweetheart in his deep, Texan accent sent a wave of blush across your face.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I do know who you’re talking about. You just missed them though. They bounced about two nights ago,” you stammered, overwhelmed by his undivided attention.

“Fuck.” That sounded so good coming out of his mouth. “Well, thanks for your help, sugar.” He took a twenty out of his wallet and left it on the bar and turned to leave.

“Wait,” you called out. You were panicked, you couldn’t let him leave without at least trying.

“You can keep the change sweetheart. I have somewhere to be.”

“It’s just,” you were stuttering, unsure how to get him to stay. “I’d hate for you to leave town so early without making your stay worthwhile, especially since you couldn’t find the guys you were looking for.”

He laughed at you and you loved the way that felt. “Sorry, sugar, that’s kind of ya but I really should-”

He was interrupted by a body running into him.

“Dammit, Bob.” Fucking cock blocker. “Does Maryanne know you’re here?”

“Aghhh,” gurgled out of his mouth as he slouched onto one of your stools, double tapping the bar.

“No, I’m closing out your tab and calling your wife to come pick you up. You better hope she’s in a good mood today.” This wasn’t the first time this month you had to call Maryanne to pick him up. 

You tried to refocus on Jack, the not cop, but he was already gone out the door. So much for trying.

—

You wrapped up all the tills, cleaned out of the bars, and scrubbed down the lounge. It was 12:30 by the time you finished and you were exhausted and honestly a little sad. You’ve never been turned down so abruptly and it wasn’t great for your ego.

You didn’t analyze the parking lot yet, too focused on locking up to notice the man waiting for you. It wasn’t until he cleared his voice that you knew anyone else was there and it was not gentle. You practically jumped out of your skin, not expecting anyone else to be out there. You turned around and noticed who was waiting for you. Your sexy stranger, Jack.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t scare me like that,” you exclaimed, hand on your chest feeling you pulse.

“Sorry, darlin’. Was waiting for you to see me, but I got a little impatient.”

“No worries. Was everything ok?’ You settled on being confused instead of scared that he would wait for you. You were racking your brain on what he could need from you. Maybe he had a question about the group of guys that came through town.

“Actually, sugar, everything is not ok.” Oh god, did you do something wrong? You started second guessing everything you had done that evening. Perhaps the intell you gave him was wrong. If that was the case then shit you were in trouble. You didn’t know what to say to him, you just gawked at him with wide eyes. “I’ve spent the past two hours tossin’ around in my shitty motel bed trying to get soem sleep, but damn the thought of my head between those pretty thighs has been keeping me awake.

I’m sorry?

“I’m sorry?” you squeaked.

“Oh you should be, little girl. You may not know it but I am a very important man and I don’t have time to do this. But of course you had to try so hard to tempt me, and after all I am a man.” What was he even saying? He must have taken your silence for rejection because he kept on going. “Come on, sugar. You were practically begging for this from me early. What happened? You get scared?”

“No!” you rushed out, making him chuckle. “I am still interested, it’s just a lot to throw on a person at once, Jack.” You couldn’t look at him, a little embarrassed by your outburst.

He walked directly infront of you slowly, a little hitch in his step as if just spent hours on a horse. A true cowboy. He brought his head down to the crook of your neck, letting his lips graze you a little before placing wet kisses there. “Come on, sugar. I give you the ride of your life.” You whimpered at the proposition and the feeling of his lips against you. Fuck you wanted this so bad. “There you go, baby. Why don’t you let me  take you home, ok?”

You took a step back and slowly looked up at his eyes, taking in every square inch of his body on the way. Fuck he was so fine. As you looked into his eyes, you recognized the darkness of desire and greed and it soured you on more. You nodded and fumbled for your keys in your purse and dashed to your car, squeaking when he smacked your ass along the way.

—

The three minute drive home was relatively tame. Sure his hand was glued to your upper thigh, but it didn’t go any higher. His thumb rubbed in a repeated pattern against your skin and that small movement wound you up so tight that you were sure any other touching would make you cum instantly.

He kept his hands off you the whole walk up your porch and you were practically buzzing with anticipation. You opened the door to your home and let him go in so you could follow behind. You slammed your front door shut and soon you were all over him. You had your hands tugging at the fabric on his shoulders and you were giving him brazen kisses. Much to your disappointment he only touched you to push you away from him. To show your distaste you whined and gave him a pout, looking into his eyes. He brought his face down to yours and his eyes shifted between yours.

“Sorry, sugar. I just gotta make sure you want this,” he rasped, already out of breath from your attack. You started grumbling a protest but he wasn’t hearing any of it. “No, I’m serious. Give it some serious thinking ok? I’m quite a few years older than you, baby, don’t-”

“Jack,” you huffed, “fuck me.”

He chuckled at you and shook his head, amused by your desperatness. “Darlin’ whoever said I’d be fucking you?” Before you could basically beg him for his cock, he took you in his arms and started kissing you. 

He was kissing you differently from how you were earlier. His mouth enveloped the expanse of yours in slow movements, no tugging, no biting, just strong kisses. Once he was satisfied with the feeling of your lips, he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and nudged your nose with his, queueing you to open up for him. Which you did happily. His hand moved to the base of head, tilting you back just slightly, enough for him to have complete dominance over you. He used his tongue to skillfully draw patterns against yours that made your head spin.

You pulled away from him to take a breath and look at his face. If anyone else looked at you with the same deep hunger he had in his eyes you’d think you were being hunted. But coming from his sweet, brown eyes, it sent a shiver down your spine and you were convinced he was the single thing in this life you needed. And you so badly wanted to show him that.

You pushed forward, aiming for the button on his pants, needing to feel his skin against yours, but he held you back, pinning your hands to your sides.

“Nuh uh, sugar, gotta make sure you taste as sweet as you look,” he rumbled, a man on a mission.

A blush washed over your face,  not used to men just offering to eat you out. It’s only happened to you once, you had to beeg your boyfriend from two years ago to go down on you and even then he was  only down there for a few minutes before getting bored and stopping. It was probably one of your most awkward sexual experiences and you weren’t really looking to repeat that with him.

“Are you sure?” your voice shook as you wanted him to clarify what he wanted.

“Of course sweetheart.” He tugged you towards him, running the tip of his nose along your neck. “Bet I could make you feel so, so good baby.”

“O-Okay,” you stuttered, a little over taken by the implication of his words. “Just wanna make sure you have a good time too is all.”

“Oh, sugar,” he chuckled, raising his lips to your ear. “I would be more than satisfied if you would let me bury my face in that sweet sunt of yours for hours.”

Fuck.

You whimpered and shakily exhailed, never having a partner like this before.

“Really?” Your voice is high pitched, practically overstimmulated by his hot breath, tongue, and words.

“Why don’t you let me take you back to your room and show you.”

You just nodded repeatedly, words escaping you, and kicked your shoes off at the door and grabbed his hand, dragging him to your room. He laughed at your eagerness, but followed you nonetheless and kicked his shoes off next to yours.

“Eager are we?” You just rolled your eyes and whispered for him to shut up, whipping your bedroom door open. You felt the weight of your clothes on you and decided it was too much, pulling your shirt off above your head. “Come here, sugar, let me help  you with that.”

He grabbed your belt loops and tugged your hips against yours. He wasn’t making any moves to undress you quite yet. Instead he stood there, looking down at your body, taking you in. The intensity of his stare made your body heat up and you started to feel antsy, like you were about to explode.

“Fuck, if you ain’t a sight for sore eyes,” he muttered, eyes finally drifting back up to yours. “Lay down on the bed. Now.”

You giggled when he tapped your shoulder, nudging you towards the bed behind you. You crawled up the bed and turned around to lay on your back to see he’s already on top of you.

“Well, look who’s eager now,” you teased him.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it,” he said absentmindedly, more focused on how your body looked below his. He made a mental picture of the way your chest had risen  and fell with each breath.  

You were starting to get impatient and when you opened your mouth tell him to piss or get off the pot he yanked your bra down your torso, forcing it off your shoulders, letting it rest around your waist. The sound of his gutteral groan when he completely enveloped your breasts in his hands made you moan softly back at him.

“Softest fucking thing aren’t ya?” You nodded along, too enthralled by him to act coy and modest. The hairs of his mustache tickled your sternum when he started landing sloppy kisses over the expanse of your torso. He was jutting from place to place as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to kiss more. 

Eventually they led down the middle of your stomach to the button of your black jeans. Your thighs tightened the closer he got to your center from anticipation. With a light hand he started undoing your jeans, lips not leaving you.

“Lift up for me, baby,” he whispered against your skin. “Atta girl,” after you did what he asked of you.

He rolled your pants and your underwear down your hips, down your legs, and eventually off of you. You couldn’t help the shyness that overcame you when you brought your legs together, pulling your knees up. He tutted his tongue, telling you not to hide from him. He brought his hands to your knees to separate them and get a good look at you.

“Fuck, look at you sugar.” He could see the glisten of your wetness seeping out of you and onto your thighs. “All from a little heavy petting, baby?”

“From you,” you whined, feeling somewhat exposed for your sensitivity to his presence alone.

“All from me, that’s right baby,” he growled. He rushed to bring his face down between your thighs to shoot a thick glod of spit on your cunt. 

Your thighs shook in surprise and you moaned at the feeling of it. “Fuck, Jack.”

He brought his tongue from the very base of your whole to the top of your clit, and repeated that movement four or five times. You weren't counting. You were so deep in confused bliss. The feeling of his thick, hot tongue proding against your cunt felt so fucking good. This is not what it felt like last time at all.

“Taste so sweet for me sugar. Could stay down here for hours.” And with that he went right back to work, his tongue taking scoops of wetness out of you with a slurping noise. It sounded so perverted but god did it feel good. He was truly eating you out.

And fuck it felt so good. Each nip and suckle on your clit made your hips squirm and moans vibrated off the walls around you. He never came up for eair, just kept forcing his face as close to your cunt as he could. 

He was a man so talented with his mouth that you were sure you could cum 10 times in five minutess if he tried hard enough. Soon you feel yourself getting closer and he could tell too by the way your legs began to shake and your hands clamped down on his hair, tugging at it. He groaned against you when your grip on him started to get rough and that sent you over the edge. Your abs started flexing in on themselves and thighs came around his head, holding him down against you.

When you came down from your high, Jack was still on you with just as much ferocity as before. 

“‘S too much,” you whined at him, trying to push his head away from you. He smirked up at you in response and left a few more kitten licks before finally letting off.

“Sorry, darlin’. You just taste so damn good,” he growled before climbing ontop of you and attacking your neck with more kisses. “Could’ve been my last fuckin’ meal and I’d’ve died a happy man.”

You whimpered at his words and suddenly you didn’t feel close enough to him. You gripped at his shirt and tried to pull it up over his head but you weren’t very successful. He chuckled at your struggle and pulled his shirt off himself. While he did that you moved your hands down to his belt buckle, wanting every inch of him against every inch of you.

He moved your hands away and took over for you, telling you to not “worry your pretty head about a single thing”. You realized you still had your shirt on so you took that off, ready for him. Finally he was bare for you but you weren’t expecting the worried look on his face when he finally met your gaze.

“Alright sweetheart. I didn’t bring any condoms with me on this trip so… Maybe you have some or-”

“I got an IUD, please baby I need you. I’m clean I swear, just need to feel you,” you practically cried at him.

“Are you sure, sugar? Don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do.”

“Please, Jack, it hurts I need you so bad,” you begged and boy did he like the sound of it.

“Aw you poor thinng, you need me that bad? This tight little cunt is thribbing for me ain’t it?”

“Yes, sir. Pleasepleaseplease.” Your voice was starting to choke up with how badly you needed him.

He ran the tip of his cock against your slit, getting the tip wet as he shushed you. “Don’t you worry about a thing, sugar, I’m gonna take good care of you.”

Finally, he started pressing himself into you and your pussy began to burn with the stretch of his big cock. You choked out a “so big” that sounded hazy coming back to your ears. It hurt a little but it felt so, so good feeling so full.

“Fuck, baby, feel so good. Taking me in so well. Doin’ so good for me,” he groaned at you. 

“Neeed you to go faster, Jack, please baby.”

As if on command, his speed picked up extraordinarily fast and he gripped onto your hips so tight you were they would be bruised tomorrow. “Such a needy little cunt you have, huh baby? Needs me to fuck her nice ‘n fast.”

It felt like you had transcended to another planet, you were so overstimmulated with everything going on you couldn’t form any words. You just moaned and whimpered and gave him little “fuck”s and “mhm”s. You were already feeling so close and you just needed a little push to throw yourself over. As if hearing your thoughts oof how close you were, Jack’s hand shot down to your clit and he started rubbing tight circles on it.

“You close, sugar?” he said in a teasing voice. “Come on baby, I barely got in ya.” You whined, trying to paw his hand on your clit away or else you would be cumming way too soon. “It’s ok, sugar, let me feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock.”

Being the good listener you are, you gushed around him, vision fading as you moaned the loudest you ever had. He continued to fuck you and his hand on your clit didn’t stop. Your orgasm dragged out for what felt like hours and soon it started to feel like too much. 

You dug your nails into his bicep and curled your fist around the wrist in between your legs, but he wouldn’t let up.

“Just one more for me, sugar. Fuck it felt so good, need to feel it again. Can you do that for me?” He was mumbling at this point. He just needed to feel you cum around him, the way your muscles tensed around him felt like absolute heaven. He was chasing your orgasm so he could have his.

“Fuck, I’m cumming. Fuck Jack I’m gonna-” Your tongue tied in your throat, unable to explain anymore.

“Yeah, sweetheart I feel it. Fuck you’re so good for me,” he groaned  and maintained his pace. If he picked up anymore he would be spurting hot white streaks in you before you got to cum again.

It didn’t take two long however, a dozen more thrusts and you were clinging to his back as your orgasm overtook you. Jack’s hips stuttered and he started cumming his a groan. His grip got impossibly tight as he held you up against him, shoooting ropes of cum along your walls. He held you against him still for a couple of minutes, collapsing his torso against you in exhaustion, keeping his knees up to not crush you under his weight.

Finally he pulled his knees back a little, before rolling off of you, making you whimper, feeling so suddenly empty.

“Not bad for a Statesman Agent, huh?” he questioned retorically with a little chuckle.

A WHAT-

[saltlickmp3]

3, 5 and 9 for both your OCs!

YAYYYYY thank you :]

3- What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

strangeways' is probably thinking that the correct solution to a situation she doesnt like is to just. do nothing about it and believe it will either go away, or be fine, or blow up in such a way that it all gets dealt with really quickly. avoidance? like if she has a big argument with someone she'll just avoid them for as long as possible. having an Alien Problem? her first instinct is that its probably not thatttttt bad right? surely this will be fine and there's no need to do anything tooooo drastic to try to fix it right?? it will all sort itself out???????? i think she is aware of it but possibly not the magnitude of how That Is Actually Not Ideal - when she realised she ages slower she more or less never saw her family again - she'd rather send them the occasional letter than have to see them age & explain why she isnt. like she'd rather not see her sisters or parents again (she wasnt super close with them but yknow, its her family) than have to explain any of what happened to her. but this is combined with being really bad at letting things go so she'll be doing nothing to change a situation while also being devoured by thinking about it. like a fear of change sort of thing

for mihangel..... in a sort of inverse of strangeways, mihangel sort of thinks that nothing too bad will ever happen to him - like yeah he died but that wasnt too bad was it? like he came back its literally fine. he can do xyz kind of dangerous thing because she'll probably be fine right? yeah she was distraught for months before he met strangeways because the doctor had left him back on earth without barely explaining anything but like she's mostly over that now so like its totally okay. this is a normal way to think about things 👍 like she doesnt believe she's indestructable or anything but has the potential to become very reckless, or impulsive, because she's either a) lived through worse & has convinced herself it wasnt that bad or b) just doesnt think anything could possibly go wrong. like she knows that dangers of, say, going swimming alone in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere in a whim, but just does it anyways cos he doesnt think anything bad will happen to Her. does this make sense

5- How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

ooh this is a good question because i uh. am not super sure what either of their base character motivations are lol

i think strangeways and mihangel both are likely to end up in a situation where they're both so in deep with a situation that they Cant just stop whatever it is & go back to their normal lives. b/c strangeways doenst know when / if she'll die she'd probably let herself get, ah, a wee bit closer to finding out than most people if its in pursuit of something she wants - though i think mostly she wants to feel normal again. the time vortex changed stuff within her & she doenst know what & has been living with it for so long thats she's not sure what she was like before, who she could have grown up to be. she'd think well, if i'm going to die then at least i know that i can & i'm doomed to be immortal, and if i dont die then i'll find out later. she's about 75ish but still looks in the mid/early twenties range so she think shes lived a normal lifespan and wouldnt... mind? if she doesnt live for far longer even though she technically could. damn thats dark uhm sorry. she does want those extra decades for her hobbies though :)

mihangel i think would be driven to one (1) act of violence and then be so horrifically guilty about it for the rest of her life, like anxiety-spiral guilt over one thing, that she's do anything & everything to never do it again. he would think of it like that too

9- Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

not at the moment no :( i havent made playlists for them or anything though i might in the future. strangeways esp. listens to english trad folk & like nico, and mihangel to post punk & goth of a specifically 80s variety and im sure theres lots of stuff in there thats very Them but i dont have anything at the moment. however while writing this i did think of that bob dylan quote about joan baez 'she looked like a religious icon, like someone you would sacrifice yourself for' both of them have defintely had that thought at somepoint about someone

[ofnightshadeandthornyroses]

Don't Hide

Paul × fem!reader

AN: reader has affinity for shiny things. Goblin child behavior. Reader also thinks in first and third person chaotic because I do.

AN pt.2: I'm doing the request but Tumblrs on more crack than usual and deleted my draft twice. Take this please as my peace offering.

On vacation from college you decided on Santa Carla. You were aware that you should probably be doing a summer job but your craft business does well on it's own and you really didn't feel like visiting your family. Having to physically see and hear their judgment and harsh comments that's already been omnipresent during your entire time at college.

Now in a cheap motel you open your suitcases and spare cash, fully intending to have fun tonight. You grab your ripped red jeans, mesh long sleeve top, and black tank, hurrying to get dressed and out.

Driving there didn't take long, probably due to the fact you might've broken a few laws. You were exited to finally go somewhere out of the scrutinizing eyes of your teachers or the judging ones of your dorm mate and parents. You find a place to park and wasted no time getting to the entrance.

You slow down, go up the steps, looking around with something probably akin to stars in you eyes. You were practically trembling with excitement at the sights surround you. You couldn't decide what you wanted to do first everything looked fun and it wasn't even all of it. You wanted to check out the ferris wheel, that patch stand, oh that stand has ice cream, oh there seems to be live music going on, and there's stand with pins over there and–!

Okay, slow down. You can do those all with time! You scold yourself, forcing yourself still.

What first? Well probably don't want to carry a bunch of things around all night so you'll come back to those. Your eyes fall back on the icecream stand. Bingo.

Walking away from the stand now happily with your cold, creamy cone in hand you pass the vendors with patches and pins with slight longing but no problem. Towards a section leading further into the board walk you pass another more vendors that you let your eyes scan over for your return. It wasn't a problem really, until your eyes caught sight of something shiny yet again zero in for probably the 30th time.

Again, no problem except this time you couldn't bring your eyes away. It was a necklace with an intricately cut bat with deep read eyes. The bat was mid flight and to its feet was connected a just as detailed blood moon. Touching it revealed that the moon also had little gems in it, explaining its entrancing glittering in the light.

I don't need it now. I'll get it later. I said I would. But that was for things unwearable, it'll be gone before you get back. It's SHINY. Before you even knew it you had payed for the necklace and it was around your neck.

You sigh walking further down the boardwalk. Curse your weakness for shiny things, but it just glints so nicely. Goblin like behavior is what your sister would call this. Your affinity for picking up random objects that stuck your fancy or collecting animal remains such as skulls, exoskeletons, and disembodied wings often earns you scorn from your parents, playful jabs from your sibling, and outright disgust most times from your dorm mate.

After you go on a few rides, your hair now tossed better than you could've done in the mirror, and played a few games, winning a couple small trinkets, (ring toss is fucking rigged) you find yourself at a carousel. Oh my damn Oh my damn Oh my damn fuck yeah.

Unfortunately it was in the middle of a ride at the very moment so with much sorrow you decided to head over to near by stand and get another frozen treat. By the time you got in line the ride was over and you could happily make your way up looking like a kid on a sugar high, which is most probably the case with the tempting stands throughout this wonderland promising cotton candy and other treats.

You picked a horse with blonde hair and blue decorations and latched on with your legs and hastily grabbing for the pole when it jerked to a start, still going at your icecream with one free hand. Leaning on the pole, you looked out at the crowd passing by along with the night sky and aloud the comforting motions of the horse to lull you into to a sense of ease.

Your ears caught the methodical sound of chains over the music accompanied by laughter and boots hitting the metal of the platform, causing you to perk up slightly from your spot. Twisting your head you see two boys come walking out from around the turn along with two others following right behind them. Practically hopping around the carousel they were definitely grabbing attention which their attire could do on it's own. Leather jackets, boots, chains, patches and mesh came your way as you settled back to your spot leaning on the pole.

You let your eyes drift towards them, enjoying the sound of chains and bouncing hair. They're eyes were drifting towards most girls they passed, locking eyes and leaving them staring after them. As they got closer one kept sticking out to you, kinda like when you see a specific item and you try to look at something else but your eyes just wander right back and you feel something tug. Kinda like your necklace, huh. A thought keeps flitting through your mind as you look on, pretty, sometimes accompanied with shiny.

The metal on his jacket and bracelets kept glinting in the lights of the ride as he bobbed through horses and his hair flew around his face looking like it could be either crunchy or fluffy. Hair products maybe? His friends came and went by and you continued looking at him while lazily working on your icecream. You kind of expected him to go right by like the others had but as a pleasant surprise turned to look at you and make that couple seconds of eye contact.

Meeting his gaze and cheeky grin, you gave him a lazy smile and a small wave, a small feeling filling you, before you turned to your icecream and him back towards the others. It was barely even a few seconds before you found your eyes drifting back in his direction just to find his gaze already on you.

Did you slightly panic? Yes. Ogling and making eye contact with someone is one thing. Looking back at them after said eye contact to find them looking like they're ogling you is a whole other. It took you a moment to realize he was making his way back and you had only a second to mentally prepare yourself.

In that second though all you could feel was a tug, something akin to when you would find an epic rock or a shiny bat necklace with moon. That second one is mostly more accurate. While being distracted by the new tug you felt you didn't realize he had made his way to you already.

"Hey there sugar." He said as he took the pole in his hand and swung around to your other side. "I know I couldn't have missed something as sweet as you around here," he leans in "unless you've been hiding from me." His teeth click around a lollipop in his mouth as he rearranges it and smiles that same grin as before. Given your state of being you kind of really hope you come off as sort of casual. "Well I'm not." You barely know what your doing. Is this the flirting my sister foretold? Am I doing it right?

All you know is that sometimes people think you are flirting when you're not and when you are people stear clear. But he seems to be anticipating something as his grin get bigger and the candy clicks against his teeth as he rearranges it again. His hair looks fluffy this close up but then again– hair products. Could be crunchy. No, stop.

"Not what, sugar?" You finish up your cone and say "From around here." Thank goodness your voice actually seems to be steady. Giving a cheeky grin yourself, you continue with "Also I don't hide." Lies. You're literally hiding from your parents right now. He moves the candy in his mouth again and your eyes follow.

Suddenly two thoughts popped into your head: hey we stopped and do it. Usually you're mentally beating your brain with a bat to prevent any intrusive thoughts that pop up publicly that could get you into trouble. Tonight though your brain seemed to be hyped up on the little adrenalin punch this interaction has been gifting you. As he goes to speak you grab the stick from his mouth, startling him. You hop off your horse and turn to him, "You ever wanna find me I'll be around here the next few days. Remember, I don't hide, so don't you go and start." You pop the candy in you mouth before hopping off. What the fuck am I doing.

You head out the gate with as fast as a pace as you can with out looking like you running away, feeling all kinds of giddy and anxious. Glancing backwater putting in some distance with the sight of what ever tragedy or miracle just happened (yet to be determined) you see him leaning against the rail with his friends talking. There's one thing that make your steps stutter before continuing though, he's already looking at you.