#all things considered…. it was a really fun trip~~~~~ would’ve been better if i didn’t fall sick right off the bat though lmao

[deus-ex-mona]

man.

something midosena never prepared me for was just how comfortable the train seats are

[spacequokka]

Page 85

Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader Genre: Fluff, College AU Rating: G Summary: A question mark. Word Count: 0.6k Warnings: None.

Punctuation had never been more menacing. Your hand shook as you stared at Jeonghan’s text message, unable to come up with a response fast enough. All he wanted was to see you, to come up to your dorm room for a little bit. It wasn’t like he expected anything special. The anxiety was irrational. Knowing that, you quickly typed a response before you chickened out, okaying the impromptu visit.

Roughly 536 seconds later, there were rapid knocks on the door. Oh, boy. Okay. Here we go. Keep it together, bitch. Don’t throw yourself at him. With a deep, steadying breath, you pulled the door open. “Jeong—”

You couldn’t even get his name out before his arms were around you, smushing your face against his chest as he nuzzled the top of your head. “It’s been forever!” He was breathless, as if he’d used the stairs instead of the elevator. His glee was contagious and you hugged him back, joining in swaying from side to side. “I’ll never leave you behind again.”

You laughed. “It isn’t like you can always take me with you. I still have classes and stuff.” The hug lasted beyond what you considered platonic but you weren’t going to complain about it.

He huffed before finally letting go. “Yeah, I know. But once you graduate that won’t be an issue.” He booped your nose and moved away from the door. “You’ll be free to travel with me.”

You headed to the mini fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. “Um, not really. Gotta pay off the student loans somehow, meaning I’ll be working.”

Jeonghan plopped down on your bed. “Okay, so we’ll find you something remote! Something on the go.” He took the water you offered.

You shook your head, dropping it for now. He wasn’t in the mood for logic and arguing with brick walls wasn’t your thing. “Have you gone home yet? I’m sure your parents missed you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you kicking me out already?”

“No.” You shrugged. “Just asking.”

He shook his head as he took a sip. “You’re closer to the airport than they are. My stuff’s still in the car and everything.”

You raised a brow at that. “You’re staying here?”

Jeonghan nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah, I figured that would be okay. Unless you’ve got other plans?”

“No,” you said quickly, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “It’s just…unexpected.”

He grinned. “Surprise!” He sprawled out on the bed, beckoning you over. “Come on, sit with me.”

You hesitated for a moment before joining him on the bed, careful to keep some distance between you. Jeonghan didn’t seem to mind, his attention focused on the ceiling. “You know,” he said after a moment, “I missed this.”

“What? Sitting on my bed?”

He chuckled. “No, just… hanging out with you. Talking. Being together.” He turned his head to look at you, his gaze softening. “I missed you.”

“Oh, please.” You rolled your eyes playfully, but there was a warmth spreading in your chest. “If the Instagram posts were any indication, you seemed like you were having the time of your life.”

Jeonghan’s smile faded slightly. “It was fun, but it would’ve been better with you there.” You felt your heart skip a beat as his words sank in.

“One day, you’ll find someone to take on all these fancy trips.” You whispered as you picked at the blanket. “And you won’t even think of me.”

Jeonghan reached out and gently lifted your chin, making you meet his gaze. “That’s impossible. I could never forget about you, no matter where I go or who I’m with. You’re my rock, my confidant, the person who understands me like no one else.” He pulled you down beside him. “And I’ve been around this floating rock more than enough times to know if I could take anyone with me, it’d be you.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. “Treasure, you’re stuck with me forever.”

[setonhillcordoba23]

This weekend in Granada was an experience. I had a lot of fun but it took a lot of different turns for everyone. On the bus ride there, it was rainy and cold and my expectations were significantly lowered due to this. When we arrived, the rain and cold continued, but it was tolerable as a Pennsylvanian native. First, we visited another beautiful cathedral. All of the cathedrals we have seen so far have been really beautiful and share many similarities it their architecture and artwork. Later, we had some free time and I decided to go back into the city to do so shopping. I did more walking than actual shopping, but I did meet some really nice people at the shops. At a tea and spice shop, one lady was so nice to me. She let me try their chai tea (my favorite type!) and it was delicious. I also bought a tea native to Granada for my host mom (I’ve drank a lot of her tea since being here). I realized I never introduced myself to this lady nor did she to me, but she was really nice. For the most part, we communicated fully in Spanish until there was a word I didn’t know and I said it in English instead. It was nice to have a normal conversation with a native speaker and be able to communicate without many problems. Ironically, her brother in law moved to PA last year for Atlanta, so she’s a little bit familiar with the state. I met another guy while buying some sweatshirts. He was actually really nice and was impressed by my Spanish (even though I’m not sure it was good at all). He thought I might be here teaching English to younger students in a school. I didn’t really realize that was something I could do, but I am definitely interested in coming back later and doing that at some point. We talked a little about Spain and Granada and it was a nice conversation. One thing I’ve noticed is that people here seem to be generally more pleasant than in the US. To me, it seems like people here are more relaxed and genuinely enjoy having conversations, possibly due to having a differently structured day with a siesta and longer meals etc. Overall, the people in Spain seem a bit happier and less rushed compared to people in the US. One cultural difference I have noticed is the length of meals. I would consider myself a rather impatient individual and meals here last at minimum an hour. Back at home, that’s about the length of a holiday meal or a special occasion. Restaurants usually are rushing you out to serve the next party or you have to move onto to something else and eat quickly. Here, meals are an opportunity for conversation. I’m not sure if I could adjust to having hour(s) long meals at home, but it definitely has been interesting. I also have adjusted really well to the difference in meal times. I was a bit worried at first because it seems like such a long time in between meals, but the food served holds you over until the next meal. I wish we would’ve been able to spend some more time in Granada. The weather was much better Sunday and we got to visit the Alhambra. It was probably my favorite excursion of the trip so far. It was so beautiful. My favorite part was walking through the gardens and seeing all of the nature and views of the city. I definitely would love to visit Granada again in the future!

[ramblinganthropologist]

N7 24 15 - Tradition

Summary: Alistair has some spots he has to go to when he's on shore leave on the Citadel. With everything that's changed since he died, are they still going to be there?

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Apparently, the Citadel had really changed since Saren had really messed it up before he died.

“You ok, Al?”

No, he was not ok. Alistair’s head was spinning as he sought a seat in front of a sign. Right then, he was supposed to be seeing Anderson before visiting the Council and getting his Spectre status reinstated. It was an easy enough trip, or at least it should have been.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t considered what some renovations and two years on ice would do to him.

The Citadel had always been busy and noisy, but it felt as though they had jacked it to the 10th degree and made everything worse. The lights were hurting his eyes, his ears were ringing from the passing crowds, and even the smells were weird. He had never been a big fan of the station, but that was quickly passing from neutral to outright dislike.

Maybe it was because of the implants? Unfortunately, his face and body were still showing the implant marks. Dr. Chakwas had assured him they would close with time and good behavior, but he had only been back for a short amount of time. They still looked open and red, so it probably took a little longer than a few weeks.

It was great for the battlefield, but he was getting some stares.

In the end, he pulled up his hood both to block out the light and give himself some cover. The fabric didn’t mute all the sound, but it provided some mental comfort to him. It allowed him to breathe a little easier as he sat there, trying to adjust.

It was good he wasn’t in armor – that would’ve just made things worse.

“Al? You dead or what down there?”

Right – Bo had been talking to him. With his head spinning less, he was able to look up in order to talk to her. With the harsh overhead lights, her pink hair looked even more vibrant and her eyes were glowing like his implants. In a weird way, she was like a biblical figure – like the patron saint of krogans and ass kicking.

Saint Bo Peep, holy day of February 29…

“Sorry, I thought I didn’t think this was going to be a problem.” He gave a sheepish smile. “They really redid the place.”

Bo nodded as she sat down next to him. “Yeah, they had to after we tore it up with Saren. I’m not a fan of the reno, but it’s not like they consulted me on it.”

No, she was more of a demolitions kind of gal. No doubt if they had asked her to knock down some walls, she would’ve put on the hard hat and done it happily. Maybe she had; it wasn’t like she had been wrestling krogans for the entire two years.

“I wish they would’ve, you could have told them the lights suck.” He rubbed his eyes. “I’ll be fine. We should go meet Anderson and get this over with.”

His sister snorted as he stood. “I’m surprised you’re not going back to put on your armor for this. You sure they put you back right?”

Alistair shrugged as he looked for a way to the Presidium – they had moved the taxi stand. Damn it all. “I think Anderson will understand I didn’t exactly want to attract attention.”

Bo rolled her eyes in response. “Because a bright orange hoodie with ears is totally subtle.”

It was better than pitch black armor with the charismatic red and white stripe; that was good enough for him. Hopefully, it would be good enough for Anderson and the Council when he figured out how to get there.

Seriously, why had they moved everything around? Things had been fine the way they were…

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It had been good to see Anderson again. And, well, it was fun to watch the Citadel freak the hell out when he pulled his hood down.

Bo was still laughing as they piled into the elevator that would let them leave the Presidium. “I thought they were gonna fucking die! I’m never talking shit about that hoodie again, it was perfect!”

He grinned ruefully, scratching his non-implant cheek. “I didn’t think they were going to be THAT surprised.”

“No, people come back from the dead every day.” She kept snickering as she elbowed him in the reconstructed side – oww. “That makes up for the birthday presents you didn’t give me. Please tell me we can get a copy of the cameras.”

Oh, he was already drafting a request from C-SEC. Normally, people couldn’t get tapes from the Council rooms, but when one was a Spectre they had all kinds of special clearance. Maybe he could use it as next year’s present?

Or maybe he could stream it for the entire Normandy. Joker would probably break a rib laughing at it.

Much to his surprise, the doors didn’t open on the bottom floor. Instead, it looked as though they were in a shopping area. At first, Alistair wondered if he had pushed the wrong button on instinct, but then he remembered that he hadn’t been the one to do it. This was all on Bo.

“Do we need something?”

His sister nodded as she nudged him along. “You do.”

He cocked his eyebrow, but then his eyes widened as they stopped in front of a storefront. Before, it had been a smaller window, but it was still in the same place. The sign even used the same font and the image of a smiling furry creature poking its head out from bedding.

Citadel Critters was still around and doing well, apparently.

Bo nudged him towards the door. “I did what I could for Saren when I had him, but you know what he needs best. You always said this place was the best.”

She nodded down the street. “I’ll meet you down there. We have one more place to go before we get back on the Normandy.”

Then she was gone and he was left staring blankly at the shop. For a brief moment, his throat closed, but he shook it off. Bo was right; Saren needed a proper set up if he was going to thrive. And no doubt the Citadel Gift Shop – if they still kept those inbred hamsters, he could only hope they didn’t – was still shit. Citadel Critters was the best place to go, and he had been a regular back in the day.

Time to earn that back.

The bell above the door dinged as he stepped through, breathing in the scent of wood chips and bedding. The cages were full of sleeping creatures, burrowed into the substrate, and waiting for night to come for their time to run on their wheel and chew. He didn’t recognize any of the faces, but that was to be expected.

He could only hope Shadow had left before the Citadel had been wrecked… he had been a good hamster.

“Welcome to Citadel Critters, how can I help you?”

A familiar voice brought a shiver across his spine. Alistair whipped around, eyes widening at the sight of the man behind the counter. Mike, as it turned out, had also survived Saren’s attack on the Citadel. He had a scar through his eyebrow, but other than that he was fine.

He had survived.

“Mike…” His voice wavered. “It’s so good to see you again.”

At first, the owner of the shop cocked his scarred eyebrow – understandable. However, as he processed his words – and no doubt his accent – his eyes began to widen. Then he dropped the rag he had been using to wipe down the counter and made no attempt to pick it up.

It was like he had seen a ghost.

“No way… I saw your funeral on TV.” His voice was shaky too. “Al? Al Shepard?”

Alistair nodded as he pulled down his hood, brushing hair back behind his ear as he did. “The news of my demise are now somewhat outdated I’m afraid.”

In response, Mike chuckled weakly. “Of course the Hero of the Citadel can come back from the dead. You can do anything, Al.”

He smiled all the same. “It’s good to see you. What, did you retire from the Alliance after you came back? That hair can’t be by the book.”

No, no it wasn’t. But technically, Alistair wasn’t reinstated by the Alliance, so he wasn’t beholden to military requirements for personal grooming. He could further argue that as a Spectre, he wasn’t really part of the Alliance either, but he had never seen a need to use that argument. It was a bit of a hair split, but he kept it in his back pocket just in case.

All he could do was chuckle and rub the back of his neck. “Let’s just say I’m on leave from active duty for the moment.”

He glanced around the shop as he did. “You did a good job rebuilding the place. It looks almost like the old shop.”

“I made sure of that.” Mike scoffed. “The renovation is terrible, kept the hamsters up until I got special glass for the windows. Whoever thought it was a good idea to put all that neon in, I wanna talk to them.”

It was one of the reasons why he loved Citadel Critters so much – Mike was as crazy about animal husbandry as he was. That was what had drawn him to the shop in the first place when he had been looking for supplies for Fluffytail after acquiring him from a crewmate. Anyone who got annoyed by lights was ok by him. Better him than the Citadel Gift Shop any day.

Still, he had business to do.

“So, I’m guessing you’re here to pick up supplies for the Colonel?” Mike turned to grab the medicine he had always used for him. “He’s gotta be getting up in age by now, do you want my senior blend?”

Just thinking about his former hamster made Alistair’s heart hurt. “I didn’t get the chance to tell you… Colonel Fluffytail passed on in 2183.”

“Shit… he was a good little guy.” His friend frowned. “Was it the eye infections?”

He shook his head. “Wet tail. He picked it up in FTL and I couldn’t save him. He went quickly.”

Fluffytail had lived a long time considering his background and health history. 3 years was fantastic for a hybrid space-Syrian hamster with chronic issues who had spent time in such a small container. Alistair knew he could be proud of it, but it still hurt sometimes. That was just part of being a small animal keeper: the deaths came sooner but hurt just as much.

“I know you did your best for him. Sometimes you just can’t save them.” Mike knew that better than anyone. “But you’re here, so is there a new little guy in your life?”

Alistair brightened as he went for his omni-tool. “Yeah, I just got him.”

“Not from me, you didn’t.” The man’s eyebrow cocked. “I hope he’s not a rescue from the gift shop.”

He shot Mike a blank look. “That just gives them more money. No, my sister got him for me as a coming back to life present. I know, I know, it drives me nuts too, but she picked a good one and took pretty good care of him.”

Soon, he was projecting a picture of Saren onto the counter. It was probably his best picture of his new hamster, given they hadn’t really built up a relationship yet. Somehow he had managed to catch him out of his burrow, chewing on a seed. His red eyes stared into the camera, and his teeth looked extra sharp.

“Oh, an albino space hamster. They don’t get that big here.” Mike nodded. “Where did your sister get him from?”

Alistair killed the image. “Omega. Apparently they’re all huge there. Must be because krogans like them big or something.”

Did krogan keep hamsters? He had certainly never gotten the chance to ask Wrex about it when they had been together on the Normandy. It was hard to picture the krogan as keeping any kind of pets besides varren, but stranger things had happened.

Maybe he would email him about it later.

“Never dealt with an Omega-bred hamster. You really like throwing me curveballs, Al.” There was a pause. “So, what’s his name? Is he a Colonel, or is he a Commander?”

Now it was his time to chuckle. “Actually, my sister named him Saren Shepard when she adopted him.”

In hindsight, he probably should have considered mentioning any variation of Saren on the Citadel would go over like a lead balloon. Then again, he was military and dark humor was a cornerstone of the profession. So maybe it was just funny to him and Bo.

Mike at least didn’t throw him out of the shop.

“Saren Shepard…” He shook his head. “My husband is right, you marines are all weird as hell.”

Alistair picked up his head, blinking. “Excuse me, your husband? Last I checked you were single.”

That made the man laugh as he started to reach for bedding. “And last I checked you were dead. We all change, Al. He was the guy who worked on the shop renos. We got to talking after he finished, and we just got married about a month ago.”

Nice to know people could find love after all. Maybe there was hope for him yet.

“Congrats, Mike, I hope you two make each other happy.” He checked his omni-tool. “And, since we’re getting to business…”

The next few minutes were a blur as they discussed bedding, hides, and other various things Saren would need for a proper setup. By the end of it, Alistair had more than a few bags he needed to carry back to the Normandy. Had he been a normal man, it would’ve been a great effort.

However, he was a rebuilt super marine. This was nothing.

“Good to see you again, Al. Come back and see me next time you’re on the Citadel!”

He nodded and waved as he left the shop, bags in hand. Alistair honestly felt lighter as he walked down the street, already planning how to set up Saren’s new enclosure when he got back to the Normandy. He had always been a fan of theme cages, and now he had all the room he wanted to really go nuts.

Maybe a jungle cage? He was from Omega…

Bo was waiting for him at the end of the street like she had said. At least she didn’t roll her eyes as he approached with his bags. Even better, she grabbed some from him and hefted it over her shoulder like it weighed nothing at all.

“This is why I waited outside. Nerds talking shop is boring as fuck.”

Alistair chuckled as he fell into step next to her. “Mike got married since I last saw him.”

“He beat you? Damn, we gotta step your game up with Vakarian.”  Bo shook her head. “Anyway, we still have one place to go before we get back.”

Briefly, a smile crossed her face as she pointed to a bright shop front. “Last I remember, you still owe me a cup.”

For the second time that day, Alistair felt surprise at seeing not everything about the Citadel had changed. Hell, the Tea Cozy was still located next to the same shitty bar it had always been. It looked almost exactly the same, barring some minor changed to adapt to a changed environment.

Good to see it had survived too.

“Right, can’t have a shore leave without stopping by.” He found himself smiling too. “Do they still have those cute blue cups?”

Bo shrugged as they walked towards it, avoiding the bar. “Hell if I know, I haven’t come without you. They better have those little strawberry cakes, though. I swear they put red sand in that shit.”

No, he was pretty sure the red stuff was just freeze-dried strawberries. However, something about that touched him as they made their way to the Tea Cozy for their customary pot of tea before returning to the Normandy.

It was their favorite spot on the Citadel – he would’ve felt wrong without her by his side.

Soon, they were settled into a table at the back, waiting for their tea. Like always, the patterns of their sets were displayed proudly on the wall for customers to pick. The air smelled sweet with sugar and herbal hints of what would be coming to them. He spied the strawberry cakes Bo loved so much – they still made them.

“I missed this place.” Bo sighed in contentment as she leaned back. “It’s not the same without you being here to draw the girls’ eyes to me.”

Alistair chuckled softly as he shook his head. “I don’t think they’ll be looking at me with all these implants, Bo.”

“Eh, they won’t see them as long as you keep your hair down.” She snickered. “I’m glad you kept it long, makes pulling girls with you easier.”

All he could do was roll his eyes playfully. “So you don’t have a wife you’re secretly hiding from me then?”

That would’ve broken his heart honestly. As much as he would’ve loved to see her happy, missing her wedding would have been terrible. After all, he was her big brother. While she definitely didn’t want him walking her down the aisle or anything, he needed to be there as her best man or man of honor.

Whatever she decided he should be, he wasn’t picky.

“I wouldn’t be using you to pull girls if I had a wife, dumbass.” Bo nudged him in the side. “Worry more about your own love life instead.”

Well, that was good to know. Alistair let a sigh of relief loose from his lips as he sank into his seat. Besides missing her wedding, he had to tease her about getting a girlfriend. It would have been even worse to miss that part of being a big brother – no way she was taking that from him.

He had a job to do, and he was a pro. No sleeping on the job was his code of honor.

The tea arrived soon after, bright red liquid in the adorable blue cups he loved so much. Bo had her cake, he had his cups, and for a brief moment everything seemed ok with the world. Once he got back to the Normandy and into his armor, he would return to being a CO and the only hope the galaxy had.

But that was light years away when he sat there, holding his cup of tea. Right then, he was just a brother teasing his sister about her lack of game and getting teased in return for his inability to get a boyfriend. It was the tradition he treasured the most about their shore leaves.

Maybe not everything had changed on the Citadel – enough had, but some portions stayed the same. It was a weird comfort, but with so little to go around he would take it gladly.

[marism-tr]

smh hanma.

pairing: bully!Hanma Shuji x female!Reader

wc: 1.2k

content warnings: MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI. mentions of bullying, dubcon, yandere-lite thoughts, bad blowjobs, possessive reader & hanma, reader surrendering themselves completely bc i'm a whore, porn without plot, really no plot even though it hints at one.

tags: @tokyoredlightdistrict

notes: you don't see this. no, you don't. but bless @beautifulblhell & @manjiroscum for beta-ing this for me and the encouragement!!! warning because i'm new with smut writing. i have the fortitude of a melted marshmallow.

You never hated anyone as much as you hated Hanma Shuji.

You might’ve found him attractive and sinfully handsome, but you couldn't consider approaching him in any manner when he was cruel to you. He was so, so mean to you. And only you, too, and you didn’t even know why. You never uttered a word to him since you both entered the same college. There were only your longing glances here and there at first, but nothing that would’ve been out of the ordinary for him — considering how many heads he turned. But somehow, a few months after the start of college, he made it his personal mission to make your life absolute hell.

It started with taunting words, but words lose their edge over time, and when they did, he quickly escalated it into physical torment. No direct hits or blows, but he’ll never miss an opportunity to shoulder bump you, so you drop all your belongings, stick his leg to trip you, or flip your skirt up. This goes on for both your first and second years of college, and now, you're beyond sick of it and sick of him.

But while he’s so... infuriating, there’s also another sick part of you deep inside that’s a little giddy that you’re the only one he does this to — the only one he bullies. As much as you hate him, you love his attention, and the fact — in those moments he’s tormenting you — you have all of it, gives you a burst of excitement.

It’s these thoughts that swirled in your mind as you walked down the building’s halls, and you found yourself suddenly in the storage closet. All you registered were the sounds of the door closing and locking behind you with a click and the gasp that leaves your mouth as you collide face first with someone’s solid chest. The collision has you recoiling from shock and pain, but it’s not long before the stranger wraps his hand around your wrist to prevent you from backing away until you recognize his voice. “Don’t go running away from me now. I was waiting for you. Not even gonna say hi?”

It’s the same voice that tormented your every waking moment and every wet dream you’ve had since the year started.

You placed your free hand on his chest to keep him at a distance as much as you could, but he still remained so close to you. "Hanma, what are you trying to get at here?"

"Aww, thought I was 'Shuji' to you, doll? Why so cold all of a sudden?" he teased, as if he didn't know. He really thought mentioning your past familiarity with him as a childhood friend would get you to lower your guard around him, but you knew better.

Instead, you gritted your teeth and directed months of pent-up anger in your glare at him. "Don't play dumb with me! Since you decided to make my life a living hell?"

"'Living hell,' huh? What, you don't like me playing with you?" He leans in closer to your face, with a smug grin on that handsome face of his, and his hand was busying itself with the edge of your shirt. "Thought you liked my attention. Used to whine for it all the time."

You finally shoved him off at this point, heart racing from the contact and the memories rushing through your head. "And? Things can change! It's been years since then, anyways! Who would ever like someone who thinks acting like a middle school bully in college is fun?"

Hanma narrowed his eyes at your accusation. "You think I'm a bully to you or something?"

"I don't think that; you are a bully! You don't see how you treat me every day!"

"Like I said: thought you liked the attention."

"Well, I don't, so if you could just leave me alone— Mmph!" You're cut off when he grabs a hold of you by the back of your head, lips curved up in a mocking smile.

"You don't want me to do that. I know you don't." he whispers. "I'm pretty sure I know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours more than you do."

"You don't know shit. So believe me when I say fuck off."

Poor you for thinking your threats would get him to listen for once. At your words, he instead forced you to your knees as his other hand unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper.

"All you needed to say was 'fuck', babe. You know I'm always down for you."

"That's now what I meant—! Mmph!"

All other words left your mind and couldn't even leave your mouth when he shoved his hard dick between your parted lips and immediately began thrusting in your mouth.

“That’s all you needed, huh? A cock in that pretty little mouth of yours? Fuck, yes— ”

As much as you hated him, as much as you wanted to deny it, you can’t help but feel pride and arousal coursing through your veins from the fact that you’re the reason he’s feeling so good. And you probably wouldn’t mind if you two went beyond this either. In fact, you wanted to. Wanted him to use you more. Wanted him to make you his dirty slut. His and only his to use.

He’s taken your dignity, your pride; he could go a little further and take your mind and body too, couldn’t he?

All other thoughts are wiped blank from your mind when you feel the tip of his cock touch the back of your throat and would’ve had you gagging and scrambling away if it weren’t for the tight grip he had on the back of your head. If anything, your choking and struggling only seemed to please him even more if the way his smug grin grew even wider was any indication. At your garbled sounds, he only worsened it when he pushed your head down until your lips were brushing against the wide base of him.

“Fuck, that’s good, doll. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Neither did you, and your frantic mind is telling you to calm and relax your jaw to make it easier — to breathe through your nose. He felt your soft moans as you bobbed your head on his dick, and it had him throwing his head back in pure bliss. “Holy — fuck, you really are a slut.” His hand on the back of your head still helped you through the motions as he continued, “You’re my slut now, right? Gonna let me use you anytime I want? Gonna let me cum in you anytime I want?”

Your weak attempt of a nod in reply to him is what sent him close to the edge, but what really sealed his fate and tipped him over to his orgasm was when he looked back down at you — you’re finally looking up at him for the first time since your encounter — and met his eyes. The way your gaze almost bordered worship had him cumming with a loud groan of your name.

It’s bitter, so bitter, and you should've found it gross, but it’s his cum, and that alone had you eagerly swallowing all he had to offer before pulling your mouth off of him to lick from base to the pretty pink tip, making sure you got every last drop. Your pride, dignity, mind, body — all beyond your grasp because they now belonged to him.

[kisskissbanggang]

The Hatchet Man of Duckfoot's Grove pt. 1

[7k Words/~25 Min. Read - Carnie!Bang Chan x Female Reader - Non-Idol!au - SFW, Smut to Come - Unfolding Plot, Horror, Mystery, Thriller Disturbing Presences, Traveling Carnivals, Small Towns, Frightening Scenes, Emergency Room Trips, Ghosts, Sabotage]

It was oddly warm for fall, and for Halloween especially. You were sweeping when you finally admitted curiosity was getting the better of you. And even though you hadn’t been sweeping the sidewalk in front of the shop for very long, the telltale slip of perspiration was forming between your fingertips and the broom handle. You let go of the broom, resting it on your shoulder for a moment to inspect, and sure enough there was a sheen on your palms where sweat had apparently been pooling. The sheer amount would’ve been puzzling if you hadn’t already acknowledged to yourself that you’d been a bit distracted for a while.

The carnival had shown up only a couple afternoons previously, easily touching down in the empty lot where the old town hall used to be. A good number of trucks now occupied this, as well as the dead end that bordered the footprint of the former building. On the other end of the main street, a block or so away from your shop in the other direction, an overflow of more trucks and camper vans took up the event parking typically reserved for the Independence Day fireworks show and the Christmas craft festival. The carnival looked decent enough, drawing all the local kids and some young parents with their tots, but you could tell there was an odd tension going on between the business owners also stationed on the main street with you. You didn’t see what all the fuss was about, really. The Chamber of Commerce never did anything fun like bring in a carnival, and definitely not unannounced. This was a nice change.

Felix hurriedly busied himself when you reentered the shop to stow your broom, satisfied with the sweeping, which was funny considering he wasn’t even scheduled today. Then again, he came in on most days he wasn’t scheduled. Not like you had much of a formal schedule for that matter. But what else was there to do around town? At least here he could use the store’s electricity and internet. His bills were famously slight by now, to a point that you almost forgot he lived in the handsome trailer he inherited from his aunt and not in the reading nook at the back of the cafe space. Today, however, he was set up at the bar against the storefront window, also clearly distracted by the new carnival.

“You wanna check it out?” you teasingly asked. “We can try and win one of those giant plush dolls.”

Felix giggled under his breath, still gazing down the street. “Do you know what those things are made of? They’d light my trailer up like a firecracker if I so much as looked at one funny.”

The broom was placed back on its hook behind the counter when you noticed you’d run low on receipt paper on the shelf under the till. You stooped down and reached back for a new box to rip open, but the stupid little strip of tape on the cardboard was giving you trouble. Reaching overhead, something clunked over on the countertop as you fumbled around for a pair of scissors.

“I dunno,” Felix mused to himself up by the window. You could hear him swirl his iced coffee before taking a sip. “Looks fun still. Haven’t been to a carnival in ages.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the front door bell chimed. A pair of footfalls approached the counter and you finally grabbed the scissors. But it wasn’t because you found them yourself – they were placed in your hand. You scrambled up to your feet.

A couple of strangers – carnies, more than likely, judging by their matching yellow t-shirts – had entered the shop. Felix was trying very hard not to be caught staring behind them. The one on your left, the one who’d apparently put the scissors in your hand, mildly swayed on the balls of his feet with his hands in his pockets. Something smelled faintly of stale whiskey and beer. He blearily squinted at your menu board. Whether it was more so the deep circles under his eyes or the mess of fine, jet black, shag hanging down over his eyebrows that impeded his reading ability, you weren’t sure which.

“I’ll just have a ginger tea with lemon,” he ultimately decided, stroking the stubble on his jawline. A charming set of dimples punctuated the way he groggily pronounced tea. He glanced sideways at his compatriot before adding, “and an iced Americano, please.”

“Sure,” you nodded, before ringing up the order and setting about making their drinks. Scissors Guy’s friend stood a little taller than him, but was slouched in his black flannel over his t-shirt. A pair of black horn-rimmed sunglasses sat perched on the crown of his head, keeping his mop of dark, mahogany hued hair pushed back. Just as Scissors pulled out his chain wallet, Sunglasses valiantly stopped him and dug his hands in his own pockets, only to come up empty. Literally. His worn blue jeans apparently weren’t ripped in the knees and distressed just for fashion purposes. An actual hole was in the bottom of his pocket when he flipped it out. Sunglasses sheepishly offered a silent apology, and Scissors huffed out the smallest, heaviest sigh before finishing pulling out his wallet. They both nodded their gratitude, scooped up their drinks, and Scissors slapped down a $20 on the counter. You ogled the bill, dumbfounded and about to ask if he wanted all $1s for change or if he also wanted a $5 or even a $10 before the bell on the door ended the conversation for you.

Felix was gawking back at you, his curiosity only growing as you broke the $20, put the total in the till, and proceeded to stuff a $5 along with a bunch of $1s into the tip jar. “What the fuck…?” he finally wondered out loud. You nodded in staunch agreement when the door suddenly chimed again.

In blustered Seungmin, and now a knot tied in your gut. This sort of intensity was never good. Unlike Felix, you’d known Seungmin since high school. Back then, he’d been a bit of a quiet nerd, mostly keeping to himself. He’d since grown into his looks, and he even had a cushy job at the Chamber of Commerce to keep him set for the foreseeable future. However, the Chamber of Commerce was currently your problem. Seungmin smoothed out his suit jacket before shooting a look back over his shoulder outside. At the curb, parked in his ridiculous sports car, was Mr. Park. 

Mr. Park wasn’t just the Board Director for the Chamber of Commerce, he was also the Chairman for the Main Street Board of Directors specifically. You were doubly fucked if he was here. The other day you received your “reminder notice” for the timing of autumn sidewalk decorations, not so subtly meant to scare off Jamie’s diner down the street that had put up their spookier spiderwebs and ghosts two weeks prior – early, according to the notice. And it wasn't like you hadn’t had your fair share of snide scare tactics aimed at you over the years, either. This simply didn't feel good. 

“Hey,” Seungmin offered in a casually cheery greeting. 

You suspiciously raised an eyebrow at him in response.

Seungmin immediately sighed, his shoulders drooping. “I need your help.”

“My help?” you laughed.

“Everyone likes you,” he quickly explained, knowing he only had so much of your patience. “You’re nice, and you’re the youngest business owner on the street, and you’re–”

“And I’m a pushover?” you teased accusingly. Seungmin, shocked, held up his hands in an innocent protest.

“Look,” he firmly refuted, “no one else wants to try and get the carnies to leave, and I don’t blame them. I asked Jamie and she nearly murdered me.”

You replied with a dismissive laugh. “You don’t think that has to do with your little love letter asking her to stop being festive?”

“I’m thinking it has more to do with how she was robbed the other day,” Seungmin stubbornly explained, “so tensions are already pretty high over there. But I didn’t ask you first, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Your stiff shoulders softened for a moment. “The diner was robbed?”

Seungmin couldn’t help the somewhat snide gleam of victory in his eye. “One of her waitresses must not have locked her cash drawer one night, and it was gone the next morning. That’s what it looks like, at least.”

A hard sigh cut past your lips. Seungmin tried not to look too proud of himself while you mulled it over. The street was firmly in two camps: for or against the current Chamber of Commerce. And while neither you or Jamie liked them as much as anyone else, you were the only two willing to ever go toe to toe with them. You glanced down the street.

“Petty crime has been down, you know,” Seungmin unhelpfully added while he nonchalantly messed with your small items for sale next to the register. “It spiked this week, literally since the carnival showed up. Litter and truancy increased. You’d really be giving us a hand–”

“Shut up, please,” you groaned. Truancy? They showed up on Friday and now it was Monday. Your head tipped back with the force of another sigh. “I’ll do it. Okay?”

Seungmin’s smile was annoyingly charming as he added a $5 to your tip jar. “Thank you. Seriously. I hate being the bad guy, you know? I like you, and Mr. Park was about to suspend me if I didn’t find someone to do this–”

“Seungmin,” you interrupted with a curt grin, “I said I’d do it.” You fished the bill back out of the jar and slid it across the counter. “You owe me, and I don’t mean a bribe.”

Seungmin brazenly put his hand on yours and pushed it, along with the bill, back over the counter in front of you. “Anything, anytime,” he assured you. “And this isn’t a bribe. I just think you’re worth it. Thanks again!”

Regardless of that dashing smile he had and the way he waved goodbye to you before strutting back outside, your heart was racing. You were fairly sure it was because you were annoyed. The bill crumpled in your hand as you fisted it off the counter and pushed it into the tip jar.

Felix’s gaze was set on you again, but this time as a firm glare as Mr. Park and Seungmin drove off. The iced coffee in front of him was fully perspiring. 

You cocked an eyebrow. “What.” 

“You don’t actually think those carnies are actually wreaking havoc,” Felix scolded you.

“No,” you grumbled, “but it’ll get the Chamber off my back. I’ll go over there, they’ll tell me to go fuck myself, and I’ll go ‘crying’ back to Seugmin. They’ll all either have to deal or get the Sheriff involved.”

Felix watched as you picked the knot on your apron loose and rolled your cardigan sleeves down. “You’re going now?”

“Yup,” you impatiently nodded. “You coming or what?”

He gawped back at you. “Me? No. Someone has to be responsible and watch the store.”

You pointed a finger at each other, touching fingertips in a silly little signal that you’d used forever to mean that one of you was picking up overtime. The bell chimed one more time on your way out.

For some reason, your heart hadn’t slowed down much since Seungmin got you all ruffled. You felt hotter in the curiously warm autumn sun as you walked down the street. On your right, you passed by Jamie’s diner, and only now you realized it was actually closed; not unusual for the late afternoon, but it was odd that the lights were off and her truck was nowhere to be seen. The carnival beckoned you closer, however, getting your attention back and drawing you in.

The operation wasn’t open yet for the assumedly busy evening ahead from what you could tell. Dad rock was bumping from a scratchy speaker somewhere off in a back corner, and indecipherable rap buzzed over pulsing techno beats from somewhere deep in the funhouse on the edge of the vacant lot. The signs of presence but the lack of activity set you on edge a little bit.

Finally, you actually came upon someone. Rounding about the perimeter of the charming carousel, you spotted a young carnie, judging by the telltale yellow shirt. He must’ve been college-age, barely old enough to drink from what you could tell, with killer cheekbones and a devilish grin as he chatted up the carnie beside him. She was tall and lithe, chestnut hair cascading down over her shoulders as she remained aloof. Her arms were folded across her chest, and she casually leaned back against the railing up to the ride platform before she spied you. The girl elbowed her suitor, who quickly took notice and straightened up.

“Hey,” he courteously greeted, friendly enough, “we’re not open for another hour or so–”

“No no no,” you politely assured him, “I’m not trying to sneak any free rides. I’m just looking for whoever’s in charge?”

The two young carnies looked warily to each other before shrugging in tandem. “I would check the Gravitron,” he simply directed, thumbing back over his shoulder. The ride in question loomed in the background, straight down the improvised main walkway.

You waved a casual thank you to the pair and made your way down to the UFO. Felix particularly hated these, you recalled him saying. You’d gotten a new mystery about a theme park back at the bookstore in early spring. He loved amusement and thrill rides, but he just couldn’t handle how dizzy this particular kind made him.

No one was around the Gravitron when you got closer. You circled the ride, leaning over the fence for the short queue outside it to get a better look. Not a person in sight, but the main door was open. You fumbled open the simple latch on the gate in front of the ride and snooped up the steps to peer inside. The interior of the ride was dark, but there was a dim light on in the back, behind the round booth that housed the ride operator’s controls. Curiosity got the better of you again. 

You tiptoed around the control console, your nonslip shoes quiet on the steel floor, and caught a glance of a good supply of empty energy drink cans lining the bottom of the booth, barely lit by the light of the buttons and switches. Upon reaching the back of the circular room, you found the source of the brighter light. A cell phone lay on the ground, just outside of the control booth door. You stooped down to inspect it, until a clang made you spring up to your feet. The phone still made it into your palm despite your startling, and you took a moment to glance at it. A picture of the Gravitron itself was the wallpaper. 

Weird. 

But not as weird as what you realized had made that sudden noise in the first place. 

The door had closed. Now the ride was completely dark, but only for a moment until the atmospheric lights lining the top and sides of the room lit aglow, a soft neon that didn’t really help anything. You stumbled back, your shoulders hitting one of the padded sliding panels that comprised the walls.

“Hello?” you called out, hoping your voice wasn’t as shaky as you felt.

Silence. All you could hear was your own breath, struggling to stay steady.

Until the ride rumbled to life.

You clutched onto the panel at your back as the ride started to get up to speed, and you fought to keep calm. The phone was still gripped tight in your other hand. It’d been an apparent lifetime since you last rode a ride like this, but you recalled it easily enough. The room would spin, and the panels were at enough of an incline that everyone would slide up and a few inches off the ground for a couple minutes until the ride was over. 

But you’d never ridden a Gravitron by yourself, and definitely not without meaning to.

And definitely not with thrasher metal blaring in the background.

You didn’t recall music being a part of the ride experience, but you wouldn’t be surprised if you found out some ambient space tune had been piped in the last time you rode a similar ride as a kid. However, the pounding drum kit and wailing electric guitars roaring in the ride gave the whole experience a decidedly more dire edge. You were practically wheezing by now, trying to figure out if you should try to get down before the ride stopped.

Something caught your eye, though. Maybe your imagination was getting the better of you, but there was someone in the control booth.

And not just in the control booth – but headbanging.

So this was all a sick joke, then? Great.

You were fuming when you watched the figure stand up in the booth, a foot propped up on the short wall in a ridiculously proud pose, before they reached up to a passing support beam of the rotating arm and grabbed on. This would’ve been almost impressive if you weren’t so pissed.

The figure gracefully swung onto the wall of panels, and with progressively less grace managed to roll right up to you. In the dim lights, you could finally make him out.

Scissors guy.

“Hi there,” he valiantly greeted, right as the ride began to slow down.

“Hi there?!” you incredulously repeated back, all but screeching at him. His eyes blew up comically big in surprise, catching the neon lights in them as you were slowly carried back down to the floor and finally thunking all the way down onto the steel surface. It was like he had no idea you could possibly be made upset by his little stunt. Without meaning to, you fumbled off the panel with your residual dizziness.

“Whoa whoa whoa–” Scissors fretted, even clutching onto the sleeve of your cardigan in hopes of helping to steady you. 

At least, that was his plan before you stamped on his foot. He yowled and let go of you immediately to grab his boot. 

“Real cute, asshole,” you nagged him. You took the opportunity to shove the phone you found into his chest. “Genius move, scaring the shit out of me before trying to pick up on me.”

Scissors leaned over the wall of the control booth, and you heard a switch flip before some work lights turned on overhead, just in time for you to see him roll his eyes. 

“Thanks for finding my phone, but would you lighten up? It was just a gag!” he groaned. “I didn't mean anything, and why the hell would I be picking you up?!”

“Just a gag!” you repeated. “That was reckless and you know it.”

“You’re fine, aren’t you?” he winced. 

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Like that’s even the point! Look, I don’t need you to waste more of my time. Can you please just tell me where I can find whoever’s in charge?”

The carnie stopped dead, suddenly realizing that you might be here for business, not pleasure. His hands closed into loose fists a couple times before he anxiously brushed his fingers back through his hair. 

“Well, that’s me then,” he finally revealed. “I’m Chan.” He even held out his hand for you to shake. You just about laughed in his face. 

“Really,” you facetiously gushed at him. 

And you know what? Chan almost scowled at you, but clearly thought better of it. Instead, he flashed a crooked smirk at you, like this was a challenge more than anything. 

“Really,” he confidently nodded in reply. “Sorry about that.”

“That’s fine,” you shrugged indignantly. “It doesn't help how everyone is convinced your little operation is wreaking havoc in town, but that’s fine.”

Chan sighed. “Of course they do. Is that why you’re here? Some harbinger of doom?”

“All I'm saying is you didn't have to choose our town,” you deflected, hands up like Seungmin’s were earlier. 

“Right,” Chan nodded again, “it’s my fault I was charmed when we passed by and decided it was worth stopping, not like your wholesome little township with the silly name never had anything happen until we came along.”

“Petty crime is up from last year,” you flippantly added. It was pretty low of you, but this Chan guy was already testing your nerves. 

He rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised they didn’t pop out. “Look, ma’am, I hate to be rude but we’re about to open for a pretty big night. How many times have I heard–”

The only thing that stopped your bickering in the Gravitron was a commotion from outside. 

A rumble, calliope music, and a chilling scream.

Chan was already moving. He shoved past the control console, punching the button to pop open the ride’s door in the process, before rushing out. You warily followed, but hurried once you were able to better comprehend the shocking sight down the pathway. 

Beyond the onlookers and commotion, the carousel was running out of control, at far faster a speed than you’d ever known one could even operate. 

“Jeongin!” Chan frantically called out ahead of you. He was sprinting towards the young carnie who'd pointed you over here in the first place. Jeongin, apparently, was dazed and collapsed on the grass, clutching his arm, but he still managed to shove Chan off and point back at the carousel. You gasped when you figured out what he was referring to. The screams weren’t from some onlooker – the girl Jeongin had been chatting up was still on board, desperately hanging on to one of the stationary bench seats. 

“Minho!” Chan called over one of the approaching carnies, likely a mechanic based on his tool belt that was bouncing on his hip. “We need to get Jeongin in the truck and out to the nearest hospital–”

“We need to get Tzuyu off the fucking carousel,” interrupted a third man joining Chan near where Jeongin still recovered on the ground. 

“I know that, Changbin,” Chan argued, “but if we can get him moving while we figure this out then that’ll be better for everyone.”

“Then what’s stopping you, genius?” the shorter man shot back. 

“Jisung has the fucking keys!” Chan snapped. 

Changbin looked at Minho. “And where’s he?”

Minho shrugged helplessly. 

You almost volunteered your help, nearly offered to load a stranger in your car and get him to the next town over in Mill Valley, except a flash in your peripheral caught your attention instead. It was so fast that you almost missed it, but you knew. A cloaked figure was fleeing up the street. 

It wasn’t exactly apparent, just why you immediately sprinted out to the sidewalk to try and find out who this figure was and where they were headed, but you were fast on your feet regardless. The figure never once looked back over its shoulder, but it was tough to tell as the evening threatened to creep up on the remaining daylight. It hooked left and down an alleyway with you following right behind. 

That’s what you thought, at least. You rounded the corner, only to find an empty and dark alley. Your eyes darted into each corner and crevice. It couldn’t have been your imagination playing tricks on you. A figure had been fleeing the scene, and surely after sabotaging the carousel. There was no way this could've been a freak accident. 

Oh fuck, you remembered, the carousel. 

You felt more than a little paranoid when you reentered the carnival, rushing back to where there were real and tangible stakes. An ambulance could be heard approaching by now. So much for helping, you realized, but there might actually still be help needed. Chan, Minho, and Changbin were apparently still trying to figure out how to safely get the young woman off the dangerous ride. At this point, she feebly clung to the bench seat with her remaining strength, practically limp. You jogged up to the three. 

“– If we can slide under the platform,” Minho strategized, gesturing with a flat hand at the ride, “we can climb up into the controls at the center.”

“Good, fine,” nodded Changbin, nervously stroking his chin, “but who the hell can fit?”

“One of the girls?” proposed Minho. 

Chan reflexively slapped the back of his hand against the mechanic's chest out of protest before he had his own idea. “Jisung? Or Hyunjin’s skinny as a rail too–”

“Yes,” Minho enthusiastically clutched Chan’s shoulder in agreement before running off. 

Something was missing, though.

“What about the girl?” you finally, worriedly asked. 

Changbin and Chan whipped around to look at you, and then back at each other. 

It seemed, though, that further ideas weren’t needed. Everything happened at once. The young woman slumped over on the platform, everyone gasped, and she was ultimately thrown from the ride. It almost appeared as though she’d vanished, but it was far worse – a steel barricade helping form the queue in front of the fun house was dented with the force of the girl hitting it. 

“Tzuyu!” yelled out Jeongin, now thrashing against his fellow carnies who had come to tend to him. Everything set in motion once more. 

“Jisung–” Chan rigidly grumbled beside you, and you looked to see who he was referring to. Emerging from the fun house, gathering his bearings, and rushing to help Tzuyu crumpled on the grass in front of his attraction – Sunglasses guy, or Jisung as everyone kept moaning about. 

The flashing lights finally stilled as the ambulance arrived, and all the madness was at full speed again. During all this, Minho’s crazy plan appeared to work, resulting in the ride thankfully slowing to a halt at last. Medics pored over the carnies, Chan fretfully looking on all the while, and they were carefully loaded into the ambulance. Chan looked at you for one second, almost confused to find you still here, and that was enough time for Changbin and Jisung to obliviously jump into the ambulance without him and speed off.

You watched Chan frantically take notice. His hands immediately went to pat his pockets. 

“Fucking keys,” he cursed under his breath. “God dammit, Jisung.”

There was that immediate urge to help again. And wasn’t it the least you could do?

“Hey,” you gently greeted with a beckoning wave. “Come on. I'll give you a ride.”

Chan took a second, looking at you before his gaze fell down to his scuffed sneakers, his hands on his hips. He took a steadying breath. Defeat and acceptance. 

“Yeah, okay.”

Chan followed your lead back up the street and you took a quick moment to wonder, once again, just where exactly that cloaked figure had disappeared to. Felix did a valiant job of not saying anything when you cut through the store with Chan in tow. You were barely in there anyway, just in and back out to the narrow alley behind your building where you kept your dumpy little sedan parked. 

You almost apologized for the state of your car, except Chan didn't seem to mind at all. Actually, he all but made himself right at home, slouching down into the passenger seat. He was fiddling with a vape he'd magically produced from the breast pocket of his flannel. From here, you could tell his carnival shirt had been cut into a muscle tee. 

“I'm sorry,” he preemptively apologized, “do you mind–”

“Roll down the window.”

You felt so compelled to cut this guy a break. 

“Thanks,” Chan nodded profusely in gratitude, “I just know I won't be able to–”

“It's fine,” you reassured him. A painful silence settled down for a beat. For a minute there was only the whistle of the air rushing past the cracked window and Chan quietly sucking on his vape. You let out a small sigh. “So Jisung did have your keys like you said?”

Chan almost jumped when you spoke, but reaching out seemed to do the trick. His shoulders softened; the air in the car was markedly less tense as he let up a relaxed laugh. “I didn’t even get a chance to ask, but I'm sure he does. The guys keep giving me crap about shit like this, but – I dunno. It’s important to me. We hit a rough patch not too long ago and I want him to know I trust him. So it’s usually little stuff, you know? ‘Sure, pick up the tab.’ ‘Hey, you do inventory, okay?’ That sort of thing.”

“‘Can you hold my keys for me?’” you guessed, following his pattern. 

“Yup,” he smirked with a surprising humility. “It was supposed to just be for a little bit. He was helping me change the oil in the truck and I sort of just forgot to ask for them back afterwards.”

Huh. Did this guy just look like more of a tool than he actually was? For that matter, he didn’t really even look that much like a tool anyway, you had to admit. He kind of just put out tool energy, and you’d been a bit caught up giving back that energy in kind. 

“You’re a bit young to be running a shop like yours, you know that?” he bluntly observed. 

Well, maybe he wasn’t that surprising. 

“What?!” you scoffed, but you tried to hold back from being too mean. “What do you mean?”

Chan chuckled with a small shake of his head, an actually endearing gesture you noticed out of your peripheral as you drove. “Calm down! It’s not a bad thing,” he defended while laughing. “It just has a ton of personality to it, and it doesn’t exactly look like your personality, I guess I’m trying to say.”

You paused, taking a second to keep from reacting impulsively. If you were reading this guy right, he might not be a tool at all; he honestly might just have a bit of an attitude and a weird time with tone, things that were far more understandable, if not attributes you couldn't already apply to yourself, for what it was worth.

“I guess you have me pegged,” you relented. “It was my grandpa’s before he passed. I've barely changed anything, now that I think about it. He even helped me design the cafe area and get the permits and licenses when he asked me to take over. It’s all him.”

It was Chan’s turn to pause. The cloud he just exhaled almost missed the crack he made in the window. “That’s really sweet. I love that.”

“I could say the same thing, you know,” you pointed out. Chan almost jumped again. “You’re pretty young to be running a carnival like yours, aren't you?”

Chan snickered again. “You got me. My uncle got me started before he passed. He left me three things: the carousel, the truck, and the money he had left. And, I dunno, it just all made sense. We got close after I did a couple seasons operating a Gravitron, even though he was retired by then. I think it's just, like, I was able to keep him in the lifestyle despite the fact he wasn’t on the road anymore.”

“But you only had the carousel?” you wondered. 

“Yeah,” Chan nodded, “and the money. I got a loan and set out on my own once I got a crew together. It was only Jisung and Changbin at first, but we kind of picked up speed pretty quick.”

“I mean,” you offered, “you look well established. But why Duckfoot's Grove?”

“I told you!” Chan smirked. “I don’t like staying in one place for too long. That’s why this lifestyle kind of works for me. There’s too much to see and do out there! So we don’t always have a set plan of where we’re heading. But I saw the sign, thought the name was cute, thought the town was cute when we passed through, so we set up shop.”

“And is it as cute as it first looked?” you teased. 

Chan’s glance at you lasted a beat longer than you expected. “Yeah, it’s actually pretty cute.”

Finally you reached the county hospital on the outskirts of Mill Valley. Chan rolled your window back up and pocketed his vape before he stepped out. He bent back down to look at you. “Thanks,” he said, patting the breast pocket his rig sat in. “I'm quitting, but I appreciate it all the same. And thanks for the ride, of course.”

“Do you want company?”

You surprised yourself with that one. Had he really made that good of an impression during your drive? 

Chan cracked a sideways grin. “You know what? Yes, please. Hospitals give me the creeps.”

Truth be told, you felt the same, but you were dreadfully nosy and growing painfully charmed by this random carnie. You sort of saw where he was coming from. It sounded familiar, not wanting to stay in one place for too long. The only difference was when you inherited your new life, it was right back in your tiny hometown. 

The emergency room was hectic when you both entered, and you were quickly directed to get out of the way and take a seat in a bank of creaky chairs along the wall. The uneasy crackle of old leather compressing under you was a harbinger of the waiting to come. 

And it was definitely a wait. Wherever Changbin and Jisung were, you weren’t sure, but Chan impatiently bounced his knee beside you. He pulled out his phone and breathed out a defeated laugh. “The girls are going to murder me if I don’t give them an update on Tzuyu.” On his screen was a barrage of messages in all caps, littered with exclamation points and emojis. He didn’t respond to anything before pocketing the phone again. 

A young nurse rushed into a supply closet and came out with some nondescript medical supplies in crinkly packets before she ran into a co-worker. 

“How’s the girl in 11?” asked the older nurse. You surreptitiously leaned, trying to hear better. 

“Stable. Can you believe this is the third injury of this level from Duckfoot in maybe four or five days? What on earth is going on over there?”

You were so tempted to tell Chan what you saw, about the cloaked figure fleeing the scene, but you knew it sounded insane. Instead, you perked up at the news, ready to tell Chan, but Jisung and Changbin finally emerged from a room. Jisung looked a bit pale. And, cosmically, a shout behind you let you know that you weren’t the only ones to notice them. Two girls came raging in, a humorous contrast from the balloons and flowers in their hands. They were distractingly pretty. The one with the ashy black tresses looked markedly less angry than her partner with the dark brown waves. And, hilariously, it was Changbin’s turn to go pale. 

“Sana–” he defensively squeaked. 

“Ignoring me?!” she openly razzed him with a crazed smile before shoving a card and pen into his defined chest. “Chan? I understand, he never answers anyone. But you?!”

Changbin scribbled in the card before wordlessly passing it to Jisung, who did the same and quickly handed it back. 

“Momo’s right,” Sana poked a finger under his chin. “I should delete your number and see what happens.”

The girl beside Sana winked. “Now can you tell us which room to go in, please?” 

“Room 11,” Jisung instantly answered, pointing behind them. 

“Thank you, Sungie.”

“You’re welcome, Momo.”

The girls breezed past Changbin, who shot Jisung a glare of betrayal. Behind them, the girls could be heard fretting in the room. 

“Tzuyu! Oh, babe, I bet you're freezing. I brought you some socks–”

Thankfully, a nurse passed by and clicked the door shut. The two boys sighed in relief. 

“How is she?” Chan finally asked. You wondered if the girls even noticed him on their way in. 

“Good,” Changbin nodded. “Stable. Dazed as hell though, and definitely concussed. They want her to stay at least a night. Jeongin gave them the puppy eyes until they let him stay, too.”

He produced a clipboard you hadn’t seen yet and handed it to Chan. 

“What’s this?” he asked. 

“Accident report,” Changbin firmly explained, with all the patience of a parent offering vegetables to a picky eater. 

Chan wrinkled his nose. “Awh, fuck.”

“Calm down,” Changbin scolded. “I already filled it out. Just sign it.”

You watched as Chan skimmed everything. “Then why don’t you sign it? You're already the manager.”

Changbin rolled his eyes with a groan before he snatched the clipboard back and signed himself. He walked over to the reception desk, spoke graciously with the woman there, and handed it over before returning. There was a brief second of tension between the three men, none really looking at each other until Changbin clasped a hand onto Chan’s shoulder in understanding. In turn, Chan affectionately patted Jisung’s leg where he stood beside him before getting up to his feet. 

“We good to go then?” Jisung asked. “Jeongin and Tzuyu are in good hands, I'm assuming.”

“About that,” Chan tiredly sighed out a laugh. “Jisung, where is my truck?”

“Back at the base camp,” he easily answered. “Why?”

“And how did you get here?”

“Ambulance,” Jisung answered again, proud of himself before he realized. “Oh, fuck.”

“So I got a ride,” Chan teased, “but I'm not sure about you–”

“Dude,” Jisung immediately whined, “come on–”

“What if,” you butted in, “you all have a ride? But Jisung should give you back your keys for the night. He held them for you all day, after all.”

All three men passed you grateful looks, all for different reasons. 

The drive was thankfully calm. Jisung nodded off on Changbin’s shoulder, and Changbin was busily typing out message after message on his phone – maybe to Sana, you mused. Chan kept the window up this time. You glanced at him sitting by your side. It wasn't hard to get caught up in wondering what it was like living life on the road, stopping wherever made sense and getting to experience a little bit of living everywhere you went. It had to be nice. 

You were surprised to find the carnival mostly dark, an unnatural idea for a Halloween night. It made sense, though. Most attractions were likely shut down considering all the commotion. It seemed only some of the kiddy rides and easier games of chance were still operating. Right in front of the carnival, it seemed the local band that liked to play at the dive bar were still casually plucking guitars, and the farm stand was cleaning up after having set up shop for the night. It was a shame the Chamber seemed to hate this so much. Times like this, the town actually seemed social. 

Changbin nudged Jisung awake and the two thanked you before groggily heading back to their trailers. The sight of the two walking together, Changbin’s arm slung around Jisung’s shoulder, assured you that there were never any hard feelings between any of them despite everything that happened tonight. 

Chan, on the other hand, lingered. He swayed on the balls of his feet, almost like he was ready to go back out. “Thanks again,” he sincerely said. “I hope you don’t have much of a drive.”

“Not at all,” you assured him. You pointed back up the street. “I have an apartment above the store.” 

Funnily enough, he almost looked crushed. Had that somehow been another pickup attempt? You couldn’t even begin to figure out how that would've worked. “I’ll see you around though,” you consoled him. “You’re not leaving right away, are you?”

“What? No way,” Chan smirked. “We have to inspect and repair what we can before we leave now. Not to mention we missed out on a primo night for revenue.”

“Catch me before you leave,” you grinned. “You left me a stupidly big tip and you deserve a drink or two on the house.”

“I hate doing math and you’re worth it,” Chan humbly shrugged. “Don’t worry; you'll definitely see more of me before I go.”

“Sounds like a deal,” you replied, feeling your grin get bigger. 

You parted ways, walking back up the street to the dark shop, Felix having already closed for the night and headed home. Begrudgingly, you had to admit you felt a little giddy. You fumbled your key in the lock and dropped it, only adding to your shock at actually being charmed by this random stranger. The pavement was cold as you scooped up your key, and you took a chance on one last parting look at the carnival for the night. The lights that remained on looked almost romantic, making you a bit nostalgic. It’d be fun, probably, going on one of those cheesy dates to play games and ride rides. You almost savored the sight as you scanned the street, enjoying how the carnival fit into your cozy little town. 

Until you noticed a figure standing at the end of the road, near the ticket booth. A figure, dark enough to appear silhouetted in the meager lighting of the main street, didn't move. It merely stood, as if it were waiting. 

You snapped straight up to standing fully upright, shoulders tense and the hair on the back of your neck prickling you in the night air. With a thick swallow, you blinked hard. 

The figure was gone. 

A shaky breath forced itself down your throat and rattled in your chest as you hurriedly let yourself into the store. You were only imagining things, just like earlier that evening. 

[amyelevenn]

HanaHaki Disease

PARING; c!Sapnap x gn!reader

SUMMARY; Sapnap doesn't love you the way you love him.

WARNINGS; vomiting, choking, blood, death

A/N; read so much on hanahaki i wanted to see if i could write it !! also my first sapnap fic, bit iffy but she'll be right

1.2k words - M.LIST pt 2

Mining was always a long, drawn out task that no one really enjoyed – for the first five minutes it can be kind of fun, but any time after that is just a straight decent into madness. But, what helped you power through was the person you got to do it with.

It wasn’t often Dream gave you much of a chance to go off and do things for yourself, so when he told you that he would be gone for a few days and could take the time to better your equipment, you had sprung on that opportunity. Working under his wing was no easy feat, even he knew that. He knew that every now and then you would need time to restock and upgrade, so you could perform better for him.

You weren’t overly ecstatic working for Dream – considering you practically just did his dirty(er?) work – but at least he introduced you to a few new cool people;

First, we had George – Dream’s best friend. He wasn’t always around, but the times that he was where the ones that you laughed the hardest. Despite the minimal memories, you two happened to bond really well.

Then, there was Callahan and Alyssa – those two were more of a package deal, which you weren’t made about. They always made you feel safe and included, leading you to trust them the most – well, second most.

There was also Sam, Tommy, Bad and Wilbur who were nice, but Dream didn’t want you spending too much time with.

Last, but most definitely not least, was Sapnap – or your mining buddy. He was always your favourite. You always noticed yourself blushing anytime he would talk to you, giggling at any joke regardless at how funny it was, or constantly finding a way to be in his company. He insisted you call him Nick, but Dream was strict from the beginning that you can’t get close with anyone but himself.

One night after you had gotten back from a huge day exploring, you overheard the pair talking, and decided to eavesdrop.

“Look man, I’m not trying anything, alright?” Sapnap grunted.

“Then stop flirting with them, they practically drool at the sight of you,” Dream growled, standing up from what you assumed to be his chair.

“Pshh, they do not.”

“They do. You’re a distraction, Nick, and I can’t have that.”

Sapnap scoffed. “What are you going to do about it, huh?”

“I’ll get them to kill you,” Dream mused, not one trace of hesitation or doubt in his voice.

The door slammed open, revealing a rather dishevelled Sapnap storming out of the room. Luckily you hid in time, unseen by him. You stayed frozen for a minute or two, so as Dream wouldn’t know you were there.

After that night you hadn’t seen nearly as much of Sapnap as you would’ve liked, so that left you to presume their conversation had been about you. It hurt that Dream would treat you the way he did, but after all, it was part of the agreement that you would do whatever he instructed, no questions asked.

Three weeks had passed since then, bringing you to where you are now – Dream being gone and you underground in a complicated cave system with lover-boy himself, Sapnap. When he had found out you were going mining by yourself he offered to join you and you just couldn’t find it in you to turn him down.

Before you had even left your house to meet him, the first few petals came up. You didn’t think much of it, to riled up to think of anything but the day trip ahead. Discarding them in a nearby barrel, you ran down the prime path to me Sapnap out front of the community house. From there, you let him guide you to where he described as “the best place ever.”

“So, how ya been?” he asks, ushering you through a man made tunnel. “It’s been a while since we last spoke.”

“I’m fine, how are you?” you reply, feeling almost blind in the pitch black.

“‘Fine’? That’s all you got? C’mon, you gotta give me more than that!”

You pause for a moment to cough, your throat becoming itchy as hell. You feel something fall into your palm, but are quick to discard it to the floor behind you, grateful for the darkness.

“You alright?” he questions, sounding rather far away.

“Yeah, fine. Probably just some dirt,” you chuckle dryly, well aware of what it really was. “Uh yeah I’m doing pretty good, Dream’s been pretty chill as of late.”

“Ah, that’s good to hear,” you could hear the smile in his voice, leading you to grow one of your own.

“How are you?”

He sighs, slowing down in front of you. “I’m doing alright, just busy I guess.”

The two of you converse for a while longer, only a few stray petals coming up here and there; it isn’t until a whole gardenia falls into your hands that you realise the real concern.

Sapnap had led you to a beautiful, lush ravine, guiding you wherever you wanted to go. You had made it a point to stand behind him at all times, so he wouldn’t see the bloody flowers coming out of you.

As you walked through an already looted mine shaft, you find yourself holding yet another flower – this time a nice white rose, now splattered with saliva and blood. Hastily chucking it behind you, you clear your throat to get Sapnap’s attention.

“Hey, what’s that disease called when someone start’s coughing up flowers?” you mutter, awkwardly scratching your neck.

“Oh- uh, HanaHaki? As in the one about one-sided love?” he suggests.

“Yeah,” you gulp, “yeah, that one. What- uh, what do you know about it?”

He chuckles, turning around to face you. “Why?”

Ignoring the slow increase of how hard it was getting to breathe, you muster a low, “Just curious.”

He eyes you for a moment, clearly suspicious. “…right. Well, if someone has HanaHaki disease it means that they have unrequited or one-sided love, resulting in flowers growing in their lungs. Eventually the victim will start coughing up and vomiting the petals and soon whole buds, which means that the plant will grow so big that they can’t breathe.”

You click you tongue, scared by the new information. “Cool, sounds like a joy ride.”

“Don’t worry though,” he snickers, “you’ll never have to worry about it. Someone as pretty as you could get whoever they wanted.”

You feel your cheeks and neck heat up at the simple comment, quickly becoming at a loss of words. You mutter some incoherent nonsense and walk into another point in the cave, praying he wouldn’t follow you – which he did not.

The second you know he is out of earshot, you double over and hack up anything and everything in your throat, wheezing harshly as you do so. You curl into yourself on the ground, your head next to the fresh pile of scarlet-splotched buds and petals.

This has all happened so quickly, what the hell is going on?

I’m not dying…am I?

No… surely not…

Oh man this hurts…

I…I can’t breathe..

You try to call out for Sapnap, but all the comes out is a quiet groan. You know he can’t hear you, and that you can’t try again.

Well…this is how I die then…

At least it’s at the hands of him.

[grimgrinningghoul]

Come Back Down

Hey there @jadenoryuu , I was your Secret Santa for this year’s Holiday Truce! I went with your prompt regarding Danny finally getting to enjoy a Christmas- I hope this meets any expectations! I had quite a bit of fun writing it and, as per your request, tried to keep it fluffy. Enjoy!

“Are we there yet?” Danny droned after another eternity of silence.

“Four minutes closer than we were the last time you asked,” Jazz replied, peppy as always, earning a dramatic groan as Danny keeled over to be sprawled across the back seat, “Patience is a virtue, Danny. I promise it’ll be worth it.” He could practically taste the amusement in her voice at her brother’s boredom induced plight. “Besides, it’d better than being home, right?”

“Well, yeah. But I could’ve just gone to Sam or Tucker’s if Mom and Dad got too annoying. At least I would be able to see,” he griped, rubbing at the thick blindfold he’s had to wear since the drive started. It was itchy.

“Were you actually planning on going to hang with them, or were you just gonna suck it up because you didn’t want to be a downer and thought you would ruin their Christmas?”

“I,” was definitely going to do just that, “... shut up.

“Can I at least take the stupid blindfold off? It’s been hours,”

“Nope,” Jazz answered with a pop, “Not until we get there. That’s the deal, you agreed to it,” She didn’t have to be so smug about it. “Also, it’s been forty-five minutes.”

Danny relented with a huff, even though a petty part of him wondered if she was lying. She probably wasn’t. But still. Regardless, he settled back against the cold glass of the window, enjoying the chill on his skin. Despite the fuss, he couldn’t say he hated this. Just a calm, quiet drive with some occasional banter. No stupid fights, from parents or ghosts- even with the Truce, the wilder ones never really got the memo. But he wasn’t dealing with that right now, and even though Jazz was being all cryptic about it.. it was nice.

That was until the car suddenly came to a stop, causing him to lurch forward and slam his face into the front seat. “Ow,”

“Oh, that did not hurt,” he could hear Jazz shuffling things around and proceeded to stick out his tongue in her general direction. If she saw, she didn’t comment; she instead turned the car off and stepped out. “We’re here, by the way.”

Danny could only listen as he strained to follow his sister’s movements outside. He considered just taking the blindfold off at this point, but he had a feeling Jazz was excited about whatever this was going to be, and he couldn’t bring himself to ruin her fun.

So, like a good brother, he waited.

Eventually, he heard the click of his door and felt the cold air rush in, tentatively reaching out until Jazz quickly got the hint. It’s not like tripping and falling on his face would’ve caused much damage, but help getting out of the car was still preferred.

Danny followed along as Jazz led him forward, mostly confused about the feeling of undisturbed snow crunching under his shoes. Where were they? Definitely not in town. But he didn’t have much time to ponder before they were stopped. He could hear Jazz move behind him and resisted the urge to jump at the feeling of warm hands along his jaw, tilting his head up towards the hidden sky. It suddenly clicked in his mind what they might be here for.

“Ready?”

“I guess,” he did his best to sound nonchalant, even though he was very quickly veering toward feeling extremely chalant.

Jazz must’ve seen right through him, because she didn’t waste any time pulling the blindfold off his eyes, revealing a vibrant sky of dancing light. Cool greens streaked the horizon, accented with various hues ranging from blue to pink. The stars shined behind them, painting a picture that Danny desperately wanted to see up close.

He only barely waited long enough for Jazz’s nod of encouragement before letting the cold seep in, the rings lighting up the snow in a brilliant flash of light, before taking off towards the sky.

Danny went up.

And up.

And then he stopped, allowing the free fall to guide him back down to the trees below. He danced with the shimmering lights, up and down, left and right. He fell, and he flew, following the nonexistent rhythm. He counted the stars, mapped out the symbols, reveling in the warmth in his chest.

It was a warmth he didn’t know well, but he did know. It was a warmth that filled his chest late at night, perched on top of the Ops Center, fighting the cold that he’d grown so used to. It was a warmth that downright burned the higher he flew, like the stars he couldn’t reach.

But eventually, he went down.

He went down to his sister, who waited for him. She sat on a blanket draped over the car’s hood with a thermos- a real one- held out for him. Danny drifted closer to accept it, twisting off the cap and taking a slow sip of the hot cocoa inside.

He didn’t feel inclined to sit, which Jazz didn’t seem to mind. So Danny simply floated, crossing his legs and turning his head to the skies above.

The cold settled in his chest, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. It was moments like these that reminded him why he always came back down.

Because the stars don’t care about him. Not like his family, or his friends. The stars won’t fight for him like Sam and Tucker. They won’t cook his favorite meals when he’s sick or down like Mom. They won’t encourage him and his interests like Dad. They won’t take time out of their lives to give him a nice night like Jazz. The stars will always make him happy. But they’ll never make him feel as loved as he did here, with a warm drink in his hands, staring at a breathtaking view with his sister.

And that was fine with him.

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 2

“hawaii!” niki yells, throwing as fist in the air as he enters the van “riki, it’s 3am in the morning, please shut up” jay retorts, going back to sleep as he leans on the window

as if it was almost planned, you and jake sat beside each other at the furthest seat. it was complicated, you didn’t know if you were comfortable or not, you felt tense, afraid of jake’s teasing if you touch him even the slightest. yet you also didn’t want to leave your seat.

you let out a huff, trying to find a position where you could comfortably sleep in. you were spooked at the sudden hand that leans your head on their shoulders “you can sleep on my shoulders, it’s alright” jake chuckles, already drifting to sleep the second after he did that “thanks” you mumble, easing into his warmth.

you laugh a little at his aching figure “this is funny to you? after i’ve been so kind to let you sleep on my shoulder?” he pouts “i deserve a long massage during our flight” he jokes, continuing to carry your bags.

dumbfounded by the fact that you stayed with him, giving him a glance filled with guilt “y/n seriously, i’m fine. it’ll go away sooner or later” he reassures you, his heart exploding at the sight of you with glimmering eyes, feeling the guilt you expressed them with.

“what do you wanna eat for breakfast?” you mumble, taking the luggage cart from his grasp. he laughs at your attempt to make him feel better “sorry? didnt quite hear that well” he teases, making you give him a glare, almost forgetting that he was ‘injured’ you raise your hand to almost give him a punch “good thing you’re hurting or i would’ve punched your ass back to australia” you roll your eyes “you heard what i said!” eyebrows frowning as you look away “alright alright, i’m fine with coffee really—” he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging his feet as he follows you around “—nonsense! breakfast is important. don’t give me that type of bullshit sim” you cut him off, stopping by a little restaurant as you tell the other members to go ahead “im getting you pancakes. better finish it or you’re not living to see another day”

he laughs “this is quite a unique way to care for someone don’t you think” you roll your eyes "eat the damn pancakes sim jaeyun"

"yas ma'am"

--

after everyone had met up, you all started finding your seats. you were bewildered, somehow, because now you found yourself wanting to switch seats with sunghoon for obvious reasons. but of course, you --again, didn't have the guts to do so.

a few hours into the flight and a few glances from jake here and there, you received a message

jake :):

hey pretty girl, do me a favour and go to the washroom behind you

you:

and why exactly?

jake :):

no questions asked. i just miss you ;)

you swore you wanted to jump off the plane. pretty girl?! he misses me?!. you feel the heat creeping up in your face as you asked jungwon "hey, could you get up of a sec. i gotta go to the washroom" you whisper, mumbling a small 'thank you' before you walked to the washroom.

you felt a hand pull you "hey" he giggles, arms wrapped around your waist "you scared me! i thought i was getting abducted" you slap his shoulder. although you would be lying if you said you didn't want to just grab him and kiss him right at this moment.

he looked so good with his button up shirt, showing off his collar bones, neck wearing the beaded necklace you made for him during the summer and your birthstone necklace. his hair was messy, and you couldn't deny how hot he looked with his glasses on.

"you should consider buttoning up" you hesitantly say, looking anywhere but his eyes. of course he catches on to your intentions, but he felt like pissing you off "why? i'm showing off your necklace" he giggles "i even bought your birthstone" he grabs the necklace with his thumb, making you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, making sim jaeyun giggle.

he places his hand under your chin, finally letting you looking at him "switch seats with sunghoon please. i don't think i like the sight of you sleeping on jungwon's shoulders" now it was your time to piss him off.

"why?" you pout, "his shoulders are so comfortable, and we don't want your shoulders aching again now do we?" you give him a slight smile, well it wasn't like you weren't planning to switch with sunghoon way before the flight even started anyway.

jake rolls his eyes "that leaves you no choice--"

"can y'all hurry up? i'll switch with you y/n gosh! just let me pee!" sunghoon bangs on the door, making jake laugh "well that was easy"

--

oh how you regret changing seats.

because now you get to fully witness the flight attendants obviously flirting with him.

"good morning sir" she annoyingly giggles, biting her lip as she leans in way too close. jake leans back, letting out a small laugh out of politeness "hi, yeah i'd like..." he orders his food while you glare at the girl who's been displeasingly close to him "what can i get for you ma'am?"

"oh my girlfriend would like the same thing" jake interrupts, giving you a sly wink after placing his hand on top of yours. you let out a small scoff after seeing the disappointed look on the girl as she hands you the food. your skips a beat. girlfriend? you thought

now he was starting to piss you off. he was doing everything but ask you out. and with every ounce of pride you had in your soul, you hated to admit that you were starting to get really impatient. were you not obvious about your feelings? was the handmade necklace and the concern you have for him not obvious enough?

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii" the pilot announces, after you got your hand carry, you didn't even bother waiting for jake. immediately walking out of the plane, causing him to tilt his head out of confusion.

he didn't get a chance to talk to you, i mean, how could he when you would immediately start walking away from him whenever he tried to walk towards you.

as you sat beside jay in the tour bus, he gives you a weird look "why are you here" you give him a lost look "can i not...?" that's when he knew something happened between you and jake "y/n if this is because of jake--" you place your hand on his mouth, leaning way too close. but luck wasn't on your side today, because jake saw.

"shut up please! and yes! it is about him. so please spare me and let me sit here for the meantime" jay chuckles, "jake's going to kill me for this" he mumbles, leaning back to the chair "what?"

"nothing" he gives you a grin

--

after you guys arrived to jay's beach house you immediately grab your bag before jake could help you

"alright riki and sunoo are sharing a room, jungwon and heeseung are sharing, and...." jay looks at you, sunghoon and jake, not knowing what to do "you three figure it out. i'm just letting you know one gets to have their own room" jay starts to head to his own room, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past you with widened eyes.

"we already know what's about to happen. i'm getting my own room-"

"no!" you yell

"yes!" jake yells in unison,

"well......" sunghoon stood there, waiting for the both of you to talk "well, i just think i should get the room since you know-- i'm a girl and-- you and jake are best friends so you should be roommates" you explain, giving sunghoon an awkward smile "yeah sure whatever- ow!" jake hits sunghoon in the arm "you idiot! take the goddamn room!" jake grits through his teeth "you know what y/n! i change my mind. i uh, i think im going to take the room"

"why?!" you whisper with a harsh tone. poor sunghoon "IM GOING TO JERK OFF OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW" he yells, although he regrets it after the maids give him a weird look "ayo what?" heeseung peaks through the door "nothing! i didn't mean that. just --ugh! i'm heading out" he grabs his luggage, stomping through the hallways as he walks to the room. leaving you with jake.

--

you were about to have a mental breakdown "jay! you're seriously not helping me at all!" you give him a shove "ow! you need to control your strength sometimes! and i'm sorry okay? i just panicked, and i think you and jake being roommates wouldn't be a mistake. it's better to fix your problems instead of just sweeping it under the rug. you can't avoid him forever y/n" he was right. and you knew that. but you couldn't bring yourself to tell jake what was bothering you. even the thought of it was embarrassing, because what if he wasn't even intending to date you at all?

you walk back to the room, hesitating whether you should open it or not. but after hearing no noise, you open the door "AH OH MY GOD SORRY--" there you saw a shirtless jake, hair wet and his glasses having a few drops of water from his hair. he grabs your hand before you could walk out again "y/n, please talk to me" he places his hands on both sides of your shoulders "did i do something wrong? whatever it is, i'm really sorry" he panics, slightly pouting at the silent treatment you gave him "jake i-"

"dinners ready!" riki barges in, freezing at the sight of you two "oh- hey! riki, let's go!" you grab his arm, walking towards the dining room "please don't mention it" you whisper, sitting in between riki and jay.

jake later follows, now in his grey shirt and the checkered pajamas he wore earlier, he gives you a small smile before sitting next to heeseung.

"so, sunghoon. did you have fun?" heeseung teases

"shut up!"

--

"this wasn't going as planned anymore!" jake groans, he was currently in jay's room, ranting his frustrations out while jay listened. when jake had heard about the trip to hawaii, he originally planned to confess when you guys went to the party, it's not like the party had already happened, but it was already tomorrow "i already apologized, yet she still wouldn't speak"

"do you even know why she's mad?" jay asked, leaning on the bad with his arms as he watched jake pacing around his room "...no?"

"jake sim you idiot"

it was 1 am in the morning and you finally finished playing games with riki and heeseung. you were hesitating to open the door once again. afraid of letting the incident happen once more. you knock lightly, hoping that he was there and you could finally make up

but before you could open the door, jake already opened it. immediately embracing you "please talk to me" he whispers gently in your ear. you couldn't help but burst out crying, causing him to panic, he caresses your hair "let's go for a walk yeah?" he grabs your wrist, his touch so gentle as if you were fragile.

he wipes your tears as you walk along the shore "i missed you. you know?" he holds your hand as you both drag your feet along the sand. you hit him on his shoulder "ow!"

"that's what you get!" you sniffle, looking at the reflection of the moon on the sea "what did i do?" he chuckles, searching for your eyes. he tilts his head when you don't respond "hello?"

"cause! you always flirt with me, calling me your girlfriend and hugging me! i hate it! i hate it because my heart always skips a beat every time and i always expect you to ask me out soon yet you never do!" you yell, your skin was glowing under the moonlight. jake was in awe the moment he saw your glistening eyes that had tears threatening to fall.

he had the sudden urge to kiss you and tell you how he felt.

and he did. because jake was a man who never doubted his feelings when it came to you.

he pulls you by the waist, causing you to let out a yelp. his lips touches yours, and it stayed like that for a while, to make up for the moments he wasted without you this whole vacation. you wrap your hands around his neck, playing with his hair

"can i be your boyfriend?" he cheekily says, his smile making you smile as well "suck my ass. sim jaeyun. yes, i'd love for you to be my boyfriend"

"i'd gladly suck your a--"

"sim jaeyun!"

--

[bonus bcs i haven't posted in a while]

it was the morning of the party, you were in jake's arms "finally you're awake! good morning!" he excitedly says, peppering you with kisses "the guys are in the pool so get changed" he informs you, smacking your ass as soon as you got up "getting too comfortable for our first day aren't we?" you tilt your head, giving him a smirk "can't help it" he send a wink your way.

as soon as you got out in your swimsuit, jake's mouth drops "do a little turn for me" he smirks, twirling you around as he hypes you up "holy shit! i'm so lucky aren't i" he checks you out, earning a smack from you "ow! alright but i'm not letting them check you out like that! wear my shirt"

(he didn't let you go from the jacuzzi after heeseung hyped you up lol)

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[party]

you told jake to go ahead, wanting to surprise him with the dress you bought.

after arriving to the party jake almost dropped the drink he had in his hand after he saw you. he was smiling so hard when the little girl put a Lei (flower neck lace) on you. he felt so proud when the other men at the party look at you giving him a hug

"that's right, she's mine" he thought

after you walked to wards him he grabs you by the waist "you look so pretty in red" he says, hugging you tightly "is that so?" you ask, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, making him all giddy

--

part 1

taglist: @zylenes @hwalllllllelujah @theskzvibe

HI GUYS :D. i will be posting the visuals for this fic so pls wait :)

[xiao-cafe]

getting to know you — gap moe!reader edition

includes: childe, diluc, kaeya and zhongli

this was really fun to write!! i might actually make a series out of this with the different personality types. oh and i added zhongli because how could i not lol

notes: gap moe means someone whose character contradicts their appearance and it’s considered attractive!

he’s weird. he likes that you act cold towards him and that you’re almost always frowning when you spot him.

any normal person would’ve either been intimidated by you or even start to hate you but not him.

Childe enjoys pestering you during his free time and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find the harbinger a little bit charming after all the times he spent trying to get you to smile

after some time you had begun to let your guard down and even come to consider this weirdo as your friend

on a particular day, Childe just happened to find you down at the harbour playing with a few cats and it shocked him to see that you were smiling so sweetly while petting the cats

he was a little jealous of the cats

after much consideration, he decided to approach you and though you were surprised to see him, it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would when he caught you off-guard and not being your ‘usual’ self

“Do you like cats?” He asked.

to which you reply with a nod and gesture for him to hold out his palm which Childe easily complies to

you drop a cat treat into his hand and give him cute smile before turning back to the cats

Childe could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him. your behaviour was so different to what he was used to but he was glad that he managed to melt your icy exterior and witness first hand the kind and gentle soul that you were.

Diluc liked your attitude. for a no-nonsense type of guy like him who disliked small talk, your cool attitude was something that he found to be appealing.

in fact, it was safe to say the both of you had rather similar personalities and Diluc was just getting a little bit curious about the kind of person you were

he’d be the one to strike up a conversation with you first.

needless to say, it was awkward.

Diluc deeply regrets the first conversation the both of you had as he wasn’t able to carry the conversation well with your rather emotionless responses.

but because of his effort, you were pretty moved and decided to start greeting him whenever you saw him.

somehow, the Diluc who disliked small talk began to engage in small talk with you and the both of you managed to engage in discussions over the tiniest of things like what you had for dinner last night or how was his day

such friendship eventually grew into something more as you became less cold and more emotive whenever you spoke to him

it charmed him to see you suddenly fuss over him at times when it gets colder due to the strong winds, and when you are reminded that he has Pyro vision you blush so much that your face is almost as red as his hair.

little by little, Diluc started to look forward to your visits to the tavern and would let you care for him in your own discreet way

he would pretend not to notice the perfectly harvested sunsettias you leave on the counter right after you remind him to get his daily vitamin intake (he always eats them after you leave)

it was also endearing to him to see you order grape juice with a straight face despite kaeya’s complaints from beside you, harping about how unromantic it was.

“I like grape juice.” You said, looking over directly at Kaeya as you took a long sip from your mug.

Diluc had a hard time keeping a straight face when you defended his favourite drink and shut Kaeya up so easily.

to Kaeya, you were a mystery. unlike others, you didn’t fall for any of his charms and remained a good distance from him.

your cold and intimidating attitude didn’t faze him at all but he was still willing to talk to you and get to know you.

just like Childe, Kaeya slowly won you over by talking pestering you on a regular basis

he’d try to buy you food and even a few drinks just to become closer to you and it actually made him happy to see you accept the food he bought willingly

it became a routine for him to look for you during any of the mealtimes and ask you out for a meal. sometimes he’d even drop by during the late afternoons to give you a snack.

during those times Kaeya would share with you about his day and even prompt you to share your thoughts which thanks to his help, you had become better at communicating and no longer scared people off

you were grateful to Kaeya for helping you to make new friends as more people began to understand you and lesser people found you to be a scary person.

so when you surprised Kaeya one day with his favourite food and favourite drink just to thank him for helping you gain some friends, Kaeya felt his heart start to pound as he saw you acting unusually

you were blushing and fidding with the hem of your sleeve shyly. and when you beckoned for him to lean down and kissed him on the cheek he stopped breathing

the man probably regained his senses when you reverted back to your usual self, the only trace of what happened previously was your red cheeks.

to be honest, he didn’t think that you were interested in him or what he had to say at all

you were simply a work partner of his at Wangsheng funeral parlour and he did not cross the boundary of being anything other than coworkers with you

your coldness had even let him to believe that you hated him.

as you accompanied him on his work trips, many would make comments about how you looked scary and to which Zhongli sincerely defended you every time

“Please don’t insult my partner, they’re a hard worker.”

you greatly appreciated his words and from then on you tried your best to be of help to him and slowly the two of you forged a friendship

so when it came down to others insulting Zhongli, you certainly did not hold back

on a particular work trip, a few businessmen had conspired together to humiliate Zhongli and as soon as you caught wind of what was happening you stepped in

with the death glares you threw in the direction of the businessmen, no one dared to utter a word and you quickly brought an end to their scheme.

as soon as the meeting was adjourned, you pulled Zhongli aside just to check on him.

He was surprised to see you change so drastically and a blush started to creep onto his face as you vowed to protect his honour again if the need arose.

you even prepared some comfort snacks for him in case he had felt dejected by the harsh words said to him before.

no doubt your soft side was something he hadn’t expected and he was glad to be able to be on the receiving end of your sweet kindness

end.

[emeren]

speed racer- eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader 

word count: 6k

content warnings: nsfw, smut, 18+, smoking, degradation, overstimulation, breeding (w/o baby talk) 

notes: 100% inspired by the official art, like mmm yes please. also i know absolutely nothing about how car racing works, but that’s not important. this is unedited because my brain turned to mush writing it. enjoy!! <3

SUMMARY: eren’s a semi-professional car racer, who has a tumultuous friendship with the reader. after losing a race, eren sets out to win something else in his life, much to the reader’s surprise. 

“took you long enough!” sasha called out, holding her hand above her eyes in an attempt to block out the bright sun. you dished her a smile, weaving your way through the throngs of people in the stands, attempting not to step on anyone. your eyes briefly flitted to the track, the assistants distantly getting their cars ready. they were hardly visible from here; merely faceless figures idling around. you heaved out a sigh as you reached sasha, the brunette gingerly patting the spot next to her. 

“you couldn’t have gotten better seats, sash?” you asked as you sat down, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head. sasha waved her large bag of popcorn in front of your face, an exasperated expression on her features. 

“the line was long, and what’s a race without popcorn?” she grinned, offering you the bag. you rolled your eyes but took a fistful of the bright yellow snack nonetheless. “plus, if you really wanted that good of seats, you would’ve come early yourself.” 

“i did come here early,” you retorted, your voice muffled by the popcorn. sasha raised a questioning brow, her elbow nudging you in the side. 

“getting here early just so you can poke around the racer’s quarters is not the same thing,” she singsonged, a girlish smirk on her face. you scoffed, turning away from her as you felt heat race to your cheeks. “c’mon, everyone knows you and eren are totally into each other. i don’t understand why you guys don’t just go for it.” 

“i wasn’t poking around, and i am not into eren,” you said, shifting uncomfortably as the words left your mouth. it was true, to some degree. the two of you had been friends in high school, back when eren was just some skinny kid with anger issues. now he was a semi-professional racer, and the rivalry between the two of you was palpable, to say the least.

you’d been in the same friend group and for some reason eren just loved to pick on you whenever he got the chance. you suspected it had something to do with his repressed daddy issues or whatever, and he’d known mikasa and armin far too long to be so catty with them. initially they were just playful taunts, but as you got older, they started to become more personal. with age came your own unchecked need to banter and argue with him. 

somewhere along the way the arguments turned to sexual tension. a sexual tension that for the most part, the two of you were happy to ignore. it allowed room for a more sassy friendship, at least. 

“uh huh, suuure,” sasha responded, seemingly unconvinced. she must’ve sensed your discomfort, deciding to change the topic. “who’s who?” 

your eyes traced the track, analyzing each vehicle. “armin’s in yellow, mikasa’s in red, eren’s in white, and i believe levi is in green.” 

“levi’s racing? isn’t he getting a little old for that?” sasha laughed, squinting. you chuckled. 

“it’s just a small fundraiser race, plus he’s a crowd favorite over here,” you explained. sasha nodded as she processed the information. the sun was hot, beating down on your back. “i’m honestly surprised this many people came out.” 

sasha tossed more popcorn in her mouth, halfway done with the bag despite the race still not having started. she offered it to you again. “mhm, this is the same type of crowd that we’d see in the underground.” 

you thought back to your days of attending the illegal races, late at night and under the cover of darkness. though you were just a junior in college, it felt like those nights freshman year had been decades ago. that was before eren showed real promise in the professional circuit. it was also where levi scouted him out to be his successor. 

as if on cue, you could see the figures of the racers emerging from the port, each headed for their respective cars. you couldn’t help the way your gaze immediately followed the tall, brown haired racer adorned in his white racing jacket, checkers on the side. the crowd erupted into cheers at the sight of the all the racers, one from each color of the rainbow. eren walked with a certain confidence, his adamant determination being one of the only things that followed him from high school. 

though you couldn’t clearly see his face from where you sat, you knew he was smiling. eren had always loved the adrenaline rush before a race. 

“alright ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to the annual shiganshina fundraiser race!” the reporter boomed over the intercom. sasha squealed in her seat, excitedly gripping your arm and pointing towards your friends. you felt a mix of excited nervousness waft over you, giggling along with her. “today we’ve got racers from all over the circuit, and each one has volunteered their precious time for the cause. can we get a round of applause?” 

the crowd erupted in yet another ear deafening round of applause as the announcer read off the names of each of the racers. you and sasha made sure to scream your loudest when armin, mikasa, and eren’s names were read off. 

you hoped they knew it was you, your throat scratchy as you sat back down. there was no need to be loud for levi; the entire crowd went absolutely feral at the mention of his name. 

the announcer read off the conditions of the race, as well as the reasoning for the fundraiser itself. you and sasha chatted quietly about the after party while the racers put their helmets on and got in their cars. before too long, the announcer was gearing up for the start. 

“alright everyone, we’re about to start. get yourselves ready.” 

you and sasha stood, hollering and cheering for your friends as the cars all lined up. you knew you’d be happy if any of them crossed the finish line first, but it was undeniable that it would be eren. it wasn’t armin or mikasa’s passion like it was eren’s; they viewed it more as as fun hobby. nevertheless, you dreaded how smug eren would be once he added another win to his already growing list. he really was a bastard sometimes. 

“racers ready your cars. 3... 2... 1... go!” 

they were off, levi’s green car easily settling into first place, cruising past the other cars as he whipped around the first curve. you held your breath, eyes scanning the other cars placements. eren was in fourth, armin in fifth, and mikasa in second. sasha yelled sporadically, reaching out and squeezing your wrist tightly. 

as they rounded the circuit for the second time, eren passed the third place racer, coming up behind mikasa’s red car. you held your breath. “c’mon eren...” 

“shit! he passed her!” sasha screeched, jumping up and down. you smiled as he whipped the corner, nearly cutting the edge of the median. 

“levi is still so far ahead,” you commented, trying to pry sasha’s death grip from your wrist. your eyes glanced to the clock, realizing that the race was near its finish. levi was cutting the third corner and eren was quickly gaining on him. 

“looks like it’s gonna be clo-” sasha’s voice was cut off as a large man tripped over the bleacher behind you, effectively shoving you into her side. “shit, the popcorn!” 

you regained your balance, giving the man behind you a dirty glare as you turned to sasha. she frowned at the popcorn that’d been spilled all over the ground. “what a waste!” 

looking back up at the track, the crowd broke into screams of excitement. you expected to see eren’s face on the big screen to the side as confetti streamed through the air, but were surprised to see levi’s unimpressed stare. 

eren lost? 

“you’ve gotta be shitting me,” sasha gaped, her face slack in shock. you shrugged, shaking the feeling of disappointment from your shoulders. serves him right. 

people started to vacate the stands, shoving their way past you as you turned to sasha. “let’s go find connie and jean, sash.” 

she nodded, still frowning. the two of you climbed down the steps, going against the flow of the crowd as you weaseled your way down onto the spectators path. you could see all of the racers shaking hands, congratulating each other. your mind briefly considered whether or not eren was going to be upset, but you decided not to dwell on it. 

you watched as the racers disappeared into the tunnel, eren’s tall figure no longer in view. just then, connie and jean came walking out from the service booth, both wearing their maintenance coveralls. 

sasha wildly waved her arm, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the remaining stragglers towards your friends. 

“hey guys!” she smiled, the boys jogging to meet you halfway. 

“why were you guys in such shit seats?” connie asked, skipping over a greeting. you let out a small laugh at sasha’s expense. she merely shrugged, turning to jean. 

“we going to your place?” you questioned before she had the chance. jean nodded, adjusting the backwards baseball cap on his head. 

“yeah, just gotta wrap some things up, then we can head out,” he replied. you grew happy at the thought of kicking back with your friends, enjoying a nice night of fun. parties at jean and connie’s place were always the best. 

***************

“some race that was,” connie groaned, leaning back and bringing the beer bottle to his lips. so far it was just you, sasha, connie, jean, and a bunch of random drunk people who’d come from the track. sasha scoffed from her spot on the worn, brown couch. 

“you could say that again,” she grumbled. “we didn’t even get to see levi cross the finish line ‘cause some guy rammed into us.” 

jean looked at you from where he leaned against the wall, a bottle in his hand and his eyebrows raised. “wait, for real?” 

“yeah,” you sighed, drinking whatever bitter liquid sasha had poured into your red solo cup. “didn’t even say sorry.” 

“how many times do i have to tell you guys, just come work maintenance with jean-boy and i,” connie suggested, wrapping his arm around sasha’s shoulder and giving a squeeze. she rolled her eyes and shoved him off. “you guys would get to watch the race from the track itself.” 

“i don’t know the first thing about cars,” sasha laughed, you nodding along with her. 

“and you think we do? i just said that so we could get the best seats in the house,” connie snorted, taking another swig of his drink. you chuckled at his idiocy, unfazed by yet another one of their stupid stunts. “where’re the big racers anyway?” 

“they should be here soon,” you responded, glancing out the window. jean was unironically blasting the fast and the furious soundtrack, something he’d done after every race for as long as you’d known him. by now the songs were ingrained in your brain. 

“who wants to bet jaeger is in a pissy mood?” jean snorted as he moved to sit down on the arm of the chair you were planted in. 

“when isn’t he?” you sneered. connie and sasha hummed in agreement. both you and jean loved nothing more than to push eren’s buttons. you knew jean’s motives stemmed from some boyish fun, whereas yours felt a little more personal. 

the sound of clapping began to compete with the music, your neck craning to look past jean into the hallway. eren, armin, and mikasa came into view, people cheering them on and patting them on the back. they each wore their racing jackets over their street clothes. 

you felt a familiar sensation burn in your stomach at the sight of eren. his dark hair was pulled back per usual, wispies framing his tan face. The white jacket stood out against his black t-shirt and black jeans; key necklace he always wore glinting against his chest. as your gaze travelled up from his body, you were startled to make contact with his teal eyes. you quickly glanced away in embarrassment. 

“well, well, well,” jean cheered, raising his bottle to the trio. “how’d it feel to lose to a short, old man, eh jaeger?”

eren scowled, obviously peeved. “if i had to lose to anyone, i’m glad it was levi.” 

connie snorted at that. “man, professional circuit has you soft.” 

“whatever you say, baldie,” eren smirked mischievously as he came to sit down on the couch. connie defensively rubbed his head. “at least i’m making money in prof.” 

“i still can’t believe you have people that actually want to sponsor you,” you snipped, a playful expression on your face. eren lazily looked towards you, the familiar irritation laced in his eyes. 

“i’m sorry, what was that? i wasn’t listening to you,” eren retorted, looking as unbothered as ever. you glared at his words, but caught armin’s disapproving eye and decided to stay quiet. 

as the night carried on, you watched your friends relax and reminisce about previous races and the days spent in the illegal ring. it seemed crazy that your life was so centered around car races, when you weren’t even a racer yourself. but you supposed you were just happy to be supporting your friends.

at some point you got up out of your chair to refill your cup. the large hoards of people had started to dance; the house feeling hot and humid as you shoved your way to the kitchen. luckily the room was empty, save for armin who was drinking water out of the kitchen tap. 

“thirsty?” you asked, amused. his head snapped up, surprised by your voice. it took one look to tell he was absolutely trashed, face red and eyes half lidded. he smiled goofily and nodded his head before stumbling back out into the crowd of people. 

you quickly filled your cup, following the direction armin had gone. as you stepped out of the kitchen, a body came out of nowhere and smacked into you. 

eren jumped back, trying to avoid the liquid that sloshed out of your cup. “hey, watch it!” he hissed. 

“you watch it, casanova,” you snapped, irritated by the sticky alcohol that dripped down your hand. eren’s eyes narrowed at the nickname, his arms defensively crossing his chest. 

“i told you not to call me that,” he bit back, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. you rolled your eyes, instinctively bringing your hand to your mouth in an attempt to lick the drink off. eren watched you, his gaze clouded with an indiscernible emotion. you knew what you were doing. 

“hm. too bad,” you quipped, dragging your tongue down the side of your hand, popping your pointer finger in your mouth. eren glowered at you as you let out a giggle. “see ya, loser.” 

“whatever, brat,” he huffed, shaking the tension from his pants as you sauntered off into the crowd. he hated the effect you had on him.

you’d already decided not to get shit faced. while the rest of your friends had chosen otherwise, you danced alongside them, your resolve wearing thin much faster than theirs. jean and sasha bounced happily up and down, screaming the lyrics to whatever song it was blasting from the speakers. connie and mikasa were playing beer pong, and you had no clue where armin and eren had gone.

you heaved in a breath as a sharp pain shot through your side, signaling the end of your dancing career for the night. your two dance partners were too far gone to notice, waving goodbye to you as you stepped out of the sweaty crowd. 

slipping your phone out of your pocket, your eyes nearly popped from your head at the time. two thirty?!

only slightly tipsy, you decided to find jean’s room and call it a night. he’d just have to sleep on the couch. with one hand dragging on the wall, you made your way through the house, past armin who was doing body shots with a couple of strangers, up the stairs and down the dark hall. it was quieter up here, but you could still hear the music and knew it’d be awhile till sleep visited you. 

shoving jean’s door open, you were surprised to see none other than eren laid back on the bed, puffs of smoke coming from his mouth. the strong scent of weed hit your nostrils, nose scrunching up in reflex. he propped himself up on one arm upon your entrance, eyeing you. 

“oh, sorry i’ll just- wait a minute,” you paused, narrowing your eyes at him. “you aren’t supposed to be smoking on your sponsorship.” 

eren let out a loud laugh at that, more smoke spilling from his lungs. “thanks, mom. i know.” 

you stood in the doorway, not really sure what to do. “jean’s gonna be mad if his room smells like weed tomorrow.” 

“yeah, why do you think i chose to do it in here?” he leered, bringing the blunt to his lips and deeply inhaling, sharp cheekbones protruding with the action. you sucked in a breath, not wanting to acknowledge just how gorgeous he was. his jacket was off, black shirt tightly gripping his muscular yet slender arms as he propped himself up. he blew the smoke from his nostrils this time, making your face heat. “wanna hit?”  

you sighed, weighing the options. jean’s bed was a lot more comfortable than connie’s. you could just wait till eren was done, and then pass out. “no, but i’ll wait with you till you’re done.” 

“suit yourself, brat,” eren hummed, flopping back down on the bed as you shut the door behind yourself. you came to sit by him, looking down as he heaved in a sober breath. he really is beautiful, you thought. 

your eyes scanned his face. “you really shouldn’t be smoking, you know. you could lose the sponsorship.” 

eren rolled his teal eyes, giving you a side glance. “i’m aware. i’m also aware that you aren’t going to rat on me.” 

“and what makes you so sure?” you asked playfully, your voice low. eren’s gaze shifted to you, placing the blunt between his lips as he sat up, face inches from yours. 

“because. you can act like you hate me all you want,” smoke blew from his lips as he spoke, slowly inching his face closer to yours. you swallowed, eyes struggling to maintain contact with his dark stare. “but i know how badly you want me.” 

you blinked, heart rate accelerating as he glanced at your lips. “speaking from experience?” 

eren’s mouth quirked up in a smirk at your words. “something like that.”

you watched with desire as he brought the bud of the blunt up to his lips, deeply inhaling the toxic smoke. he lifted his free hand, pointer finger gently tracing your jaw as his thumb came up to caress your chin. he tapped softly against your face, as if asking you to open your mouth. 

you weren’t sure what part of you was wanting to submit to his every move. maybe it was the alcohol. or maybe it was the accumulation of sexual tension. something told you it was a deeper itch that needed to be scratched. an itch only eren could reach. 

you parted your lips, eyes fluttering as eren leaned forward and carefully brushed his own against yours, dumping his lungful of smoke into your mouth. you breathed it in, fighting the urge to cough and whine as he pulled away. 

“good girl,” he breathed, leaning away to snuff the bud out on jean’s bedside table. you heaved out as much as you could, shocked by your own willingness. you were mainly surprised by how much you enjoyed whatever that was. 

you stared at him expectantly as he turned back to you, a serious expression on his face. “eren.” 

“yes?” he asked, leaning heavily on his arm, eyes unashamedly focused on your lips. his other hand came up again, lightly ghosting your jawline. you could feel yourself growing wet between your legs; the way eren was fucking you with his eyes sending an unwelcomed throb to your clit. 

acting on impulse, you lurched forward, latching your lips onto eren’s slightly chapped ones. he wasted no time in kissing you back; hungrily pressing himself closer to your body. his lips were warm and tasted like weed and coca cola, his tongue wiggling its way into your mouth where you happily welcomed it. 

you brought your hand up, wanting to run your fingers through his hair, but were stopped when they got caught in the bun. eren grunted, kissing you harder and bringing his own hand up to yank the tie from his locks, letting his soft hair fall to his shoulders. 

your fingers were quick to glide through the brown strands, scratching his scalp in the process. some throaty sound emitted from his chest, the noise making your cunt ache in need. how is he so hot? 

eren’s hands came to your waist, roughly shoving you down onto the bed, so that he hovered above you. your lips continued to meld together, saliva coated mouths wetly intertwined. you removed your hand from his hair, bringing both hands to run down the expanse of his arms that were on either side of your head. you squeezed his biceps, surprised when he suddenly pulled away. 

“is this okay?” he panted, breaths labored. his pupils were dilated, all seriousness behind his gaze. you nodded your head without hesitation, practically begging him to continue. “words.”

“yes, yes. i want this just as much as you do,” you responded. eren smirked from above you, his dark hair swirling around his face as his key dangled in front of your chin. 

“good, because,” he leaned down to your ear, lightly nibbling the lobe as the cold key rested against your throat. “i’m going to punish you for all these years of torture.” 

your eyes widened, the words sending a desirable chill down your spine. “torture?” 

eren’s hot mouth travelled slowly from your ear down the side of your neck, lightly peppering the skin with lustful kisses. his tongue came out as he reached your collarbone, dragging the wet muscle up the front of your throat, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. a small whimper involuntarily left your mouth as he pulled back, grabbing your chin in his large hand.  

“all of the nicknames,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. “the quips,” and another, your chest tightening. “the stunt you pulled earlier with your hand. oh god. it’s like you were practically begging me to bend you over and teach you a lesson.” 

he pulled back, dark eyes boring into yours. the desire was palpable, your breathing shallow as he stared at you. it was like he was waiting for some silent agreement. 

you held eye contact, tilting your chin back ever so slightly in his grip. “good thing i learn fast.” 

your words flew straight to his cock, throbbing uncomfortably behind his jeans. eren let go of your chin, his lips hungrily reconnecting with yours as his hands pinned your wrists to either side of your head. his tongue was quick to invite itself into your mouth, warm and erotic. 

you wanted to tug on his hair again; wanted to hear his primal groans and feel him vibrate against your mouth, but you were pinned to the bed. desperate to hear eren moan, your teeth grazed his bottom lip, the action making him yank his head back. 

“tsk tsk, none of that,” he growled, wet lips glinting in the low light of the room. “this is your punishment. guess we’re going to have to do something else.” 

you frowned as he let go of your wrists, lifting himself from the bed and standing. you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyes laced with desire as eren swiftly pulled the black shirt over his head, key pendant resting on his newly exposed chest. he was dangerously attractive like this; dark hair disheveled on his shoulders, only adding to the feral stare he was giving you. 

he leaned forward, grabbing your thighs and yanking you to the end of the bed, legs dangling from the side. you watched in awe as he dropped to his knees, fingers coming up to toy with the button of your jean shorts. 

“these little shorts make your ass look so good,” he grumbled, tapping the button. “be good and take them off for me.” 

you wasted no time in lifting your ass off the bed, struggling to yank the denim down your legs without hitting eren in the face. he watched your every movement, licking his lips as you wiggled them off. 

without thinking, your hands gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal a black bra. eren’s pupils dilated further at the unexpected sight of your breasts. 

he helped pull the shorts from your ankles, tossing them aside as you sat back down, just in your panties and bra. you paused for a moment, unsure of what he was planning to do. 

“watch me,” he demanded, staring at you through his brows. you nodded your head, breath hitching as he placed an open mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh, tongue swiping against the smooth skin. 

his eyelashes fluttered as he licked up your leg; just the way he looked at you being enough to have you creaming in your lace panties. your teeth tugged at your bottom lip, the burning in your face mirroring the way your clit throbbed along with your heart beat. 

eren’s tongue trailed until he reached the edge of your underwear, eyes never failing to stay connected with yours. you swallowed as he lifted his head, placing his tongue flatly against your clothed clit. 

it was a warm, muted feeling, your body all too aware of the beautiful man between your legs. eren brought his fingers up, hooking under the fabric and pushing it to the side. 

“so wet for me already,” he hummed, a smile on his face. you blushed in embarrassment, the feeling of his breath on your glistening pool of moisture making you shiver. “’m gonna eat you so good, little bitch.” 

you gasped as eren rapidly brought his face down, burying his head between your legs. the sensation was like no other; a swirling feeling in your stomach as his tongue hungrily swiped against your clit. your hands flew down to his hair, tugging as his lips wrapped around the bud, suckling softly. 

a moan escaped your lips, the sound causing eren to groan out in reply. the vibration of his vocal cords against your center amplifying the pleasure. 

a distinct feeling began to burn in your chest, the sloppiness of eren’s tongue licking up your slick causing your legs to squirm, tightening around his head. “fuck.”

eren pulled back at the pressure against his skull, a smack sounding through the air as he released his suction on your wet cunt. 

“i told you to be good,” he hissed, lips coated in your sheen. you knew the image of eren’s face between your legs, hair disheveled and mouth swollen, eyes dark and lustrous, would be burned into the back of your brain. 

flustered, you nodded your head, spreading your legs so they weren’t pressing against his face. he nodded in content, arms coming up to wrap around your thighs to keep you steady. 

and he was back; eating your pussy like he hadn’t been fed in years, a primal desperation. he pressed his tongue down harder, the cry ripping from your throat at the sensation only egging him on. you struggled against his grip as he abused your clit with his mouth, sucking and tracing his teeth over it so good. 

his tongue slid down to your entrance, shoving itself in without invitation. the fullness wasn’t like having sex; it was a heated, swirling feeling. the wet muscle circled around your spongey walls, your face beginning to burn and hands growing clammy in eren’s hair. 

you threw your head back as his ministrations sped up, your hips attempting to grind into his face. the warmth in the pit of your stomach building like a loaded gun, ready to release itself. 

all it took was the added pressure of his hand wrapping around your thigh so that his thumb could press against your clit, feverishly rubbing. you came crashing down, your eyes screwing shut as the wave of dopamine stretched to every part of your body, legs jerking against his hold. 

eren pulled his head back again, a smile on his wet face as he licked your release from his lips. “tasted so good, so good for me.” 

you breathed out in reply as he came back up above you, gently taking your chin and bringing his mouth down to yours. 

the kiss was small and simple, your eye lids growing heavy. you could taste your bitter release on him, the unfamiliar flavor not completely unpleasant. 

“sleepy?” eren mumbled against your lips, coming back to look at you. you nodded your head, eyes catching on the key that dangled from his neck. “too bad. we aren’t done with your punishment yet.” 

you frowned, your body suddenly more awake than it was before. “huh?” you asked, sitting up as eren shifted to pull his jeans off. 

you weren’t sure what you expected when he yanked both his jeans and boxers down; you guessed you’d always thought his anger issues were compensation for something. the realization dawned on you that eren had nothing to compensate for as his cock sprung from his pants, the sheer size making your mouth water. 

a smirk crossed his face as he stepped from his jeans. “enjoying the view?” 

“what? no,” you scoffed, averting your gaze. eren crawled back over you, his bare length pressing into your stomach as his hands came up to unclasp your bra. 

“don’t be shy, this is your punishment after all,” he whispered, pulling the cups from your chest. his eyes unashamedly scanned your breasts, a smile tugging his lips as he gave them a generous squeeze. 

you tried to ignore the imprint of him on your stomach; but it was nearly impossible. you could feel the spot between your legs grow wet again, arousal already weaseling its way back into your system.

eren brought his lips to yours once again, the kisses much sloppier and desperate than before. he grunted as you shifted to lay back down, his exposed dick rubbing against your stomach. “can’t wait to be inside of you,” he mumbled against your lips. 

you whimpered at his words, his lips melding with your own while he simultaneously tugged your panties down your legs. he propped himself up with one arm, the other positioning the tip of his cock at the entrance of your already throbbing cunt. 

you took a deep breath as he slowly eased himself into you; the sheer stretch making your eyes lull back in your head. eren moved his hips slowly at first, loosening you up. he was watching your expressions; his eyelids heavy and mouth slightly agape. 

“shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, hips starting to move faster as he gazed down at you. you swallowed, closing your eyes as he sent one particularly hard thrust, cock nearly ramming your cervix. “you good?” 

“mhm,” you responded, bringing your hands up to grab his hair. “just so big.” 

eren let out a breathy chuckle at that, eyes traveling down to your pelvis where his dick was visibly creating a bump with every thrust. he placed his hand on your stomach, pressing down as he bucked his hips violently forwards. he was so deep. 

you cried out at the feeling of his length sliding in and out of your cunt, your walls clenching around him as your hands clawed at his muscular back. 

he was filling you up so good, a moan leaving his lips as your enhanced arousal unexpectedly brought your second orgasm down, tears pricking your eyes. eren kept abusing your pussy, his thrusts growing senseless before he buried himself deep within you, releasing his load inside of your exhausted center. 

both of your breathing was labored, eren looking up at the ceiling. his face was flushed as he recovered, you laying limply beneath him trying to regain your composure yourself. 

“that felt so good,” you admitted, bringing your hand up from his back to caress his angular face. eren frowned at your words, large hand grabbing your wrist and removing it from his jawline. 

“m’not tired yet,” he said seriously, your eyes widening as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. your fucked out face beneath him had his dick already hardening again. “m’not gonna be tired till i win.” 

he suddenly pulled up, hooking his hands under your knees and pushing your legs up by your head. the action strained your muscles, the feeling of eren’s cum dripping down your ass filling your head as he readied himself to fuck you senseless. 

he stared at your cunt; at the way his cum was oozing out of it, the abused pussy ready to take him in again. he used his fingers to catch the drip, forcing it back inside of you. the thought of filling you up all nice and pretty sent him over the edge, his hand shamelessly guiding his cock back inside of you.

eren was meaner this time; each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting your cervix and making you cry out in pleasure. the burning sensation in your clit was overwhelming, your mouth hanging open as eren slowly fucked you stupid. 

“good, pretty girl” eren breathed out, ramming his hips into yours. “took her punishment like such a good girl.” 

you tried to nod your head, but you couldn’t move. the feeling of hot, sticky tears rolled down your face, eren’s cock deep within you almost too much to bear. he grabbed your chin, tongue swiping up your cheek as he savored the salty flavor on his tastebuds. this man and his licking. 

“tell me, did you learn your lesson?” eren grunted in your ear, hand still gripping your chin. you tried to form a sentence, fucked beyond words. “hm, use your words and i’ll let you cum.” 

one more deep thrust and his dick stopped its strokes, pausing within you. “yes... yes.” 

“yes what?” 

your tongue was heavy in your mouth, pussy all too aware of eren’s length within it. “i learned my lesson, you won.” 

he smirked, aggressively bucking his hips into your weak cunt, the action making you cry out as he rammed your cervix. the tears continued to roll down your cheeks as eren’s dick twitched, spurting the his seed into you. your third release followed his, your clit spasming from the overstimulation. 

eren heaved himself out of you, collapsing deftly onto the bed. the two of you sat in a heated silence, your face sticky from the tears. eren glanced to you, eyes trailing down your body. 

“i’ll get a rag,” he mumbled, shoving off the bed and walking into jean’s bathroom. you were beyond exhausted and knew that you’d be sore tomorrow. eren reemerged, quickly cleaning you up and handing you your shirt. 

your eyes lazily watched him as he walked over and locked the door; brain too tired to form a sentence. 

he must’ve noticed your concern. “we can sleep in here tonight; i don’t think you’re in any shape to move.” 

you carefully crawled into the sheets, not even bothering to put your shirt back on. eren followed suit, climbing in behind you. 

“night,” he whispered as he shut the bedside light off. your lids were growing heavy, a smile on your lips as you began to fall asleep. 

“night, casanova.” 

<3 <3 <3 

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26 for Lukanette WIPs please. :)

26. Party Crasher!Luka

I FUCKED UP AND JUST WROTE IT I GUESS???

Party Crasher

-Lukanette oneshot

“You mean to tell me Agreste ditched you? After all that pleading to let him take you to the party for your successful launch line for next season, he’s ditched you?”

“Kagami, don’t kill him.”

“Fine, remind me why I can’t though? This is such an ass move of his if he’s trying to prove he’s the one for you.”

“Because,” Marinette grits out, faking a toothy smile to a work couple that waves from passing, “I want to castrate and kill him myself.”

Kagami laughs roughly in surprise, “Why the castration?”

“So I can fit his small ass into the tightest pair of skinny jeans we have for our tall teenage girls.” The not so stoic girl sips on her wine, pleased with her friend’s rage. “I told him I haven’t been interested since we were 14, but him thinking I’ll forgive him if I even had a silver of interest in dating him? Fuck him.”

“Or,” Kagami drawls, long nails tapping the stem of her glass as she leans to peer over her friend’s shoulder, “You could fuck him instead?”

Mari gasps in offense, “I am NOT trying for a one night stand, no matter what you guys say.”

“No, you little mouse,” she admonishes, fully heartedly agreeing with the sentiment, “I just mean your big and handsome protective snake is here to save the day.”

Marinette’s mind took a second longer to click the pieces together, trying to make sense of Kagami’s nicknames for her friend group, before her heart thudded and she slowly turned.

There, passing by the models who had walked in Marinette’s designs and batted their false lashes at the rockstar, was Luka Couffaine.

Dressed to the nines in a very punk like and sophisticated way that revealed he very much wanted to impress her and did in fact listen to her fashion advice. Black skinny jeans only he could pull off, high top converse and a white button up with a black vest to overlay it. The cheeky and handsome bastard forgoing the tie to leave one too many buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos.

Oh, on the life of his cat Sass was she proud of him.

And maybe drooling just a little?

He approached her, a sly smile working its way to his lips as he eyed her up and down, eyes shining bright at her black low cocktail that she paired with navy blue heels.

So maybe she sometimes used Luka as a whole for inspiration.

He raised a hand, finger wrapping around a loose curled tendril out of an elegantly messy low bun, “I thought it was the models you were supposed to make the stars of the show.”

“Had I known you were gonna show up, I would’ve worn one of my bests here.”

His hand froze, “This isn’t your best? You tease,” he broke out in a grin. His hand moved further, thumbing at the collection of piercings in her ear he accompanied her with to get years ago. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Well, I’m suddenly glad I can only acknowledge this as awkward and not feel it.” Kagami noted into her class. Her phone buzzed, electing a sigh from her as she began turning. “Have fun, my mother decided to remind me why this wine was a good idea to have before she came.”

She watched her friend walk away, her other -her best friend and other half, remained taking her in and stroking the soft spot under her ear he once claimed with a mark-

The one time they admitted their crushes and strong attraction towards the other the night before he left for tour years ago.

It was the only time Luka had indulged himself in his wants and desires, the only time he had asked to and still provided her with an out. And now he still remains far off in her memories, even as he stands in front of her with that look on his face years later.

“How did you,” she swallows when his soft gaze flicks back up to her eyes with his full attention. “How did you get in? It’s a ticket only event.”

He shrugged, turning to offer her an arm and walk around. “I may or may not have seen Adrien’s post about his mom and dad going to a gala event and him going to see his cousin there. Seems like that took precedence I guess.”

Marinette huffed low, “Félix has been in town for three weeks. Adrien and I had lunch with him the other day.”

Luka stilled as a busboy stopped in front of them, offering them glasses of champagne. Luka’s nose twitched, then his lip as he turned away with a polite smile. Marinette shook her head in turn as well.

“You know you don’t have to pass just because of me, right?”

“Hey, we do this ‘young 20 some year olds unable to drink alcohol’ in solidarity together.” He cracked a smile at that, “Soda is my alcohol.”

“Alright, you can be an honorary member of the alcohol intolerance club.” Luka laughed when she hummed gleefully. “Dork.”

“Nerd.”

“So, back on topic, Adrien just really had no excuse then?”

“Ha, no, even his dad stopped by an hour ago to congratulate me and get press photos done to promote the line. All his son did for me was send a text with a sad face attached to his cancellation.”

“... I can kick his ass, you know?”

“I know, I’m just saving for a rainy day.” She laughed, stepping closer to his side and wrapping both arms around his. “So, the ticket, you party crasher.”

“Right, yeah, I may or may not have called your assistant earlier today to swipe it. I took a guess that she held onto it for safe keeping so-,”

“She’s new, I’m not surprised she just gave it up that easily.” She let Luka guide her into a dance. One hand with painted black holding hers to his chest, the other gently tugging to hold his shoulder before he held her waist.

“Oh, that, that explains a lot now.”

“What?”

He flinched, a nervous glint flashing across his features. “I may or may not have lied about who exactly I was since she didn’t know my name-,”

“Doesn’t listen to your music, already told her the sin she was committing.”

“And who I was to you, specifically-,”

Marinette tilted her head back in a laugh, Luka’s arm tightening to brace her weight, “You said you were my husband, didn’t you?”

He flushes at a memory of once getting a creep off her back a year ago by claiming that very title to her.

“Erm, no, I said I was your boyfriend and may have sold it by saying some pet name and swooning over you just a little,” he watched her eyes go wide then soft, a smile twitching to show. He stepped closer, almost pulling her flush to him, “But if that’s what you want, I can go out and get some marriage certificate?”

She flushed, lips parting and a rush of air passing them.

“Maybe call Jagged up and fly us to Vegas? I mean, we’re both looking good right now, you more so.” Her face went a shade or two deeper. She jumped in surprise when he let go of her hand to play with a tendril again on the right side, tilting her face to press a kiss to her left cheek. “God, you’re such a pretty little thing.”

She squeaked.

“What, what was the pet name?”

“Hm?” He lazily met her gaze, a dream like haze filter over them as he moved her body to sway with his. “Oh, that.”

“What was it?”

Baby, babygirl, beautiful, gorgeous- he may have said more than one.

He gave a slow and wicked grin, twirling her out and back into his chest in a swift and stunning movement as he nudged his nose to hers.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased, smile spreading wider and radiant as she forgot to breathe for a second.

What. A fucking. Tease.

The need for him to make good on his words and looks hit through her hard and reminded her of their one night together that they both never forgotten. And how much she wished that was every night, as long as it ended up with them curled right around each other and love and happiness coaxing them to sleep instead of stress and loneliness.

He watched her steel her gaze, her jaw tightened. He swallowed when her height, now of five feet thanks to heels, straightened and forced him to pull up. A violent shiver rocked through him when both hands held along the back of his neck, one slipping under the collar of his shirt to scratch along the nape.

“Marinette-,” he choked.

“I’m only asking so I can show my reciprocation.” She leaned closer, kicking her shoes off into some corner and standing on his converse that every elder of theirs had eyed in question during the night. He supported her actions fully, of course. Still stepping them around in dance within a fluid motion. “Not gonna tell me, hun?”

He coughed, loudly and looked away from her to catch his breath. Watching adults cheat on spouses everywhere or everyone else minding their own business to stare at models or the shrimp on the tables.

He almost tripped when she wined in protest, her hand gripping his chin lightly and turning it to face her. His eyes were flickering between admiration, lust and love, growing three shades of deeper blue than was possible.

“C’mon, baby, tell me.”

“Baby?” He stammered out in surprise. Teenage Luka was having a fucking field day with this. “Marinette, I was only joking earlier and-,”

“Were you really though?”

“No,” his response was fast and instant, a wince playing at the corner of his eyes and his button nose scrunching in loss of control.

“Hey handsome,” he preened under the nickname passing her lips, even if close to millions called him the same thing, it paid more effect when it was Marinette calling him it. “Tell me why you came tonight.”

His neck was aching from staring down to meet her eyes now that the heels were gone but he let himself down lower to press his forehead to hers. “Because you deserve better than what he gives you.”

The girl stilled, expecting an awkward or a flirtatious remark. “What?”

The rockstar looked away sheepishly, a little ashamed. “I know you’re considering getting with him, but when I heard he was canceling on you I let my jealousy win out and I just wanted to be there for you.” He bit his lip when he felt her tugging his face back in her direction, choosing to resist the pressure. “You have to believe me when I say I came with no ulterior motives other than protecting you from going stag to your own party tonight.”

“You, you came to protect me?”

He shrugged, another small shiver racking through him when her hands moved along and glided across his neck. “And make sure you had a good night. I even asked your mom what you were wearing tonight just so I could make sure my outfit complimented yours to cheer you up.”

She was silent for a minute or so, and he waited, patiently as ever and guiding her to rest her head against his chest as he swayed them.

Luka, doing all the work. Luka, taking matters into his own hands when someone fails her. Luka, going the extra mile to make sure she has a happy memory.

Fuck giving second chances to other people. Luka is the only one to have shown her he’s the most earning of the concept and notion.

She pulls away, feeling the slight reluctance in his arms on her waist before they drop to his side, “Grab my heels.”

He raises a black brow but complies, turning to find them and hooking his fingers in the backs. He eyes them, used to seeing her shoes laying around the Liberty when she comes over or even at her own place, but he always has to remark that, “You have small feet.”

“You’ve also called them cute,” she huffs, tugging on his hand and pulling him near the entrance.

He follows, like they always do for one another. “Because they are- where are we going?” He stops them as they round an empty corridor, away from the hotel’s event room where the party is still very much happening. The heel of his palm grips tight to archway, pressing against it, the small shoes still dangling in his hold.

“Home, your place or mine. Actually, mine’s closer.”

He laughs brightly, “You can’t ditch your own party for another movie night, Mari.”

The petite girl turns to him, a fierce expression in his eyes that makes him swallow harshly. “No, but I can ditch to celebrate in getting what I really want. For finally getting what I want.”

“The Chinese takeout place is closed this time of ni-,”

“You.”

“What?” Luka wheezes, he blinks stupidly at her. Prettily and stupidly. He straightens, freehand tugging at his collar a little like he needs room to breathe. “Come again?”

“I’m going home. I’m taking you with me. And we’re gonna celebrate that I finally got off my ass and got what I wanted.”

He hums, nervously and a bounce starting in his hand, a shake in one hand, his dark brows furrow, “And you want?”

“You.”

“You- you want,” he sucks in a sharp breath, pain flashing across his features as he clears his throat. “You want me?”

Her eyes soften, a smile showing as she steps closer to him and takes his face into her hands, pulling him down to be eye level with her as he braces his weight on the wall next to them with a hand.

“Yes,” he looks awestruck as she giggles. “I want you... can you let me keep you?”

He laughs nervously, “I’ll fucking sell myself to you if that’s what you really want, fuck.”

She’s smiling, leaning up on tiptoes to alleviate the strain in his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips, muffling the undignified noise of surprise that escapes him. She lets him get used to her for a second, kissing him slowly and purposely as starts to eventually overcome the shock and kiss her back in reverence.

He pulls away suddenly, a guilted expression on his face.

“Wait, wait. What about Adrien?”

“What about him?”

Luka fidgets, a quick glimpse of insecurities and jealousy showing to her before he regains a semblance of control after having his walls knocked down. “He’s been trying to go out with you, win you affections.”

He only knows of the situation, but never presses her to talk about it. It’s natural for it to come up in conversation everyday when he asks her about work knowing the stress of being twenty-two in a high end fashion company could be a bit more than overwhelming. He wanted to be a safe place to her since the beginning.

“There’s nothing about him. I’ve shut him down an handful of times and now it’s just a matter of letting him indulge himself in what he thinks are romantic gestures when me saying no doesn’t cut it. There’s nothing going on between him and I, just his belief that my crush from years ago accounts for something today.”

Luka still looks wary and isn’t touching her, most likely his conscious trying to be the better person between him and Adrien by not going out with the girl his friend is pining after.

Even if said girl is Luka’s legitimate best friend and the very same girl he’s been in love with since he was a kid.

Marinette feels like it’s a dirty tactic as she gets closer to him, trying to gauge where it’s jealousy and where it’s insecurity in regards to Adrien.

She presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Luka’s head turns minutely at the attention, tilting less than a centimeter to catch her lips before he catches himself. He struggles when her next kiss falls to his lips and is soft and slow, how he always wants to kiss her.

“Remember our first kiss?” She whispers, wounding arms around his waist and pressing close to him.

He matches her volume, an adoring look winning for a split second, “Of course I remember.”

“Remember our first date?”

“At the ice cream parlor, you wore a pink skirt that kept twirling when you did.” She feels his resolve break a little, his own right to be selfish with her slipping out a little.

His arms slip around her, and he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. “Remember our goodbye at the airport?” His arms tightening around her speak more volumes than his strained, “Yes,” does.

She’s just a little closer to convincing him to stop being so sacrificial with his own wants or needs. She just has to push more.

“Remember waking up in one another’s arms that morning?”

He’s silent for a few seconds, thinking of what he can say in response to that. Wondering how honest to be, “... every day, I think of that morning every day.”

She still hears the clipped apprehension in his voice. That tone she knows so well that’s gonna lead into him giving her advice to rethink this whole decision and talk to him when she’s absolutely sure. How she shouldn’t think on impulse and lunge at what she wants unless she knows she does wanna keep with it.

But, he has to know she always thinks back on moments with him and that she longs to have jumped on impulse if it meant being with him.

Every time he’s showed up with takeout at her place. When he smiles so freely at her. When he bandages her cuts and blisters from working all night long.

When he showed up tonight looking like he had been her dare to begin with. How her heart felt when he admitted to lying to her secretary. The way he looked carrying her high heels that were much too small for his hands but he didn’t care because she asked him to.

How he crashed her own party to make sure she’d have fun tonight.

She’s sure she wants this, him.

All those nicknames they could call each other. All the benefits of dating the other and having a date to everything the other needs to attend. Having her best friend be her boyfriend meaning there’s no holding back from anything.

She’ll cringe about it in the morning, but it’s gotta work to break his long instilled fear of being a bad friend or person. Of being unselfish.

“Do you still remember that night?”

She’s sure he’s stopped breaking by the way his entire body seems to shut down, but then it reboots and he’s shaking against her and can’t seem to breathe correctly, his eyes avoiding hers as he swallows again and looking like he’s willing to risk going into an allergic reaction for the sake of one drink.

“That- that’s not something you forget, Marinette.” His hands are twitching on her waist, grip tightening just a little and a vein is jumping in his arm to do something to prove he remembers alright.

One more push, “Do you still remember how I tasted that night?”

He seizes her waist, lunging to kiss her desperately like he did that night and when he left, a growl passing his lips onto hers. He’s cupping the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, breathing her in and shaking against her as his resolves breaks completely and the selfish side comes out. The one that’s nowhere near as selfish as the average person, but enough to take in the matter of his own needs and wants. He pulls back, letting her watch his eyes darken, the pupils expanding until the blues are next to near mere ridges of color. He’s watching hers do the same before he nudges her nose and kisses her slowly, more loving and affectionate. His control slipping back into place and resulting in the Luka she so loves regaining the handles of his own mind.

He’s careful in the way he tugs her lip with his teeth, how he coaxes her to let him kiss her fully before pull back and panting against her lips.

“Yes, I remember,” his voice is rough and he has to glance away from her and straighten. She watches him take a few meditative breaths before he looks back at her.

“Does that really help?” She gestures to his chest and mouth, “the breathing?”

He laughs hollowly, “No, not really, but it bought me time to create some distance in this,” he glances around, “Not your apartment place.”

She laughs at the suddenly horrified look that crosses his face, the image of them making out and the threat of almost being caught in public instantly dawning on him. He glares playfully at her.

“You did that all on purpose.”

“Had to, you were just about to give me up for the sake of being a good friend to me and Adrien.” She pauses, a wicked idea forming to prove her point, “Unless, you want Adrien to know what that all is like?”

A dark look crosses Luka’s face; unrestrained bouts of suppressed jealousy, possessiveness and territoriality. “No,” he growls out, eyes squeezing shut and having to clear his throat. “I’d rather not let him know any of that personally.”

“Not even how I taste?”

“Marinette,” he warned, the growl resurfacing. She cooed, wrapping him up in a hug and pressing a kiss to his jaw as an apology. He whined, “It’s not funny when you do that.”

“No, but everything you feel is alright to feel. Don’t hold back for the sake of not being selfish. You can be selfish with me, you’re a reasonable guy and know boundaries.” She sighed, nuzzling further into his warm embrace. “I don’t like Adrien the way he wants me to, and lately, it’s hard to even be his friend. He needs to move on from me. Hell, I’m better friends with Félix now than him.”

“Just hope they don’t switch up on you again.”

She huffed in amusement. “God no, I’d kill them.”

“It’s adorable how how your less than five feet body resorts to violence and death threats.”

“Mm, except you, I’m quite fond of you.” She looks up at him, chin pressed to his chest and smiling when he looks at her softly and presses a kiss to her nose. “This, us, is not an impulse. Just a restrained want I’ve had for awhile.”

“Okay, I understand now.”

She grins cheekily at him, “Or need, if that makes you all possessive hot yet secretly adorable rockstar boyfriend mode again.”

“Boyfriend?” He smiled slowly, radiant as always and heart stopping. “If teenage me could hear you, he’d probably shut down from being overwhelmed.”

“Nineteen year old you certainly didn’t that night,” she mumbles, grinning at the loud bark of laughter that surprises the both of them when Luka throws his head back.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me what age I lost it at, totally rockstar of me, right?” The blush that’s coating his neck and ears is adorable, a shy smile quirking at her briefly.

“I think it’s sweet, cute even.”

“Yeah, because you’re the one I lost it to.” He deadpanned without conviction. “But, I guess I’ll take being sweet and cute.”

“It’s okay though, I mean, I did the cliché of losing my virginity to someone I was in love with.” Luka does in fact shut down in her embrace hearing that. Hands jittering against her and fingers tapping like he’s trying to speak through notes against her skin.

He takes another minute, before pressing a kiss to her hair. “If this is you confessing your love to me -and believe me, it’s killing me to stop you right now, I’d rather you do it in regards to another topic and not the fact that we were one another’s first time.” He avoids the dangerous smirk aimed his way, or the sharp angle of her cocked, black brow above breathtaking blues. “C’mon, let’s go dance some more and celebrate your success before we leave, maybe find your assistant to introduce me as your boyfriend to.”

She pours at him when he tugs on her hand in the direction of the party. “But-,”

He breathed out shakily, a waning patient look in his eyes and a false smirk aimed at her. “Can I sleep over tonight?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “I’m very close to just following you home at this point, trust me. I don’t care how the night ends, just as long as it’s you and me tonight.”

She’s letting him make them dance again, feeling as the nerves leave his body as he gets them to fall in step with the tempo. He doesn’t care that he has to bend a little ways down to rest his cheek on her hair, not when she’s letting him pull her up against his chest when she typically only reaches the bottom of his rib cage.

They work well together, they fit perfectly together because they’re more than used to the instinctive adapting to one another.

Her hands cup his cheeks, kissing him carefully without reservation and the anxiety, “It was only an impulse at times because I love you and have for awhile.”

Luka deepens the kiss just a little, thankful she’s the type of girlfriend to let him indulge in her as he smiles, “I get it, I’ve had my share of impulsive thoughts for as long as I’ve been in love with you since we were young. I love you, Mari.”

“Enough to crash a party for me, apparently,” she whispered, a little moved by the thought that they were finally together. He thumbed her tears away.

“Enough to kill Adrien or Félix if you ask me to,” he replied in a loving tone, soothing her gasps for air when she broke apart in giggles against his chest in reaction.

He didn’t leave after that night. And he went to every party as her date too.

[ultralovedeluxe]

Hey I love your work! Would you mind doing Rohan with prompts 41 and 43 whenever you can? And maybe nsfw if your comfortable? 👉🏼👈🏼

Have a good day/evening!

Oml I love YOU so much! I'm a big fan of your work so I was nervous when writing this (it's very rushed oml), I hope you enjoy though!

Yandere! Rohan Kishibe with prompts #41 and #43

'I'm all you have left now'

'They didn't know you belonged to me so I had to get rid of them!'

Warnings: yandere behaviors, cheating accusations, manipulation, slut-shaming, inappropriate use of stands, non/dub con, blow-jobs, nsfw

Dating the famous mangaka Kishibe Rohan would be an honor to most people. He's a man of power and fame, who wouldn't want to be with him? The moms who hang out at the park always tell you that you should feel like the luckiest person in the world. They'd tell you that a million girls would kill to be in your shoes.

Although you love Rohan with all your heart (and you should feel deserving of his love), you sometimes start to wonder if dating the great Kishibe Rohan is worth it.

You met Rohan at an art exhibit in France. You had been a model for several pieces in that said exhibit, so obviously you had to come along for the event. Meeting Rohan was a love at first sight. He had asked if you would want to model for him sometime, and you had agreed. Soon after one visit and project, came after another, and then another, until you were working mainly with the mangaka. You can't say you didn't like it though, you enjoyed being in Rohan's presence. He was chivalrous when he wanted to be, and you found his sarcastic nature be quite humorous in fact. You spent so much time with Rohan in fact, you would have considered him a friend. Your relationship with the mangaka was no longer just work related, the both of you had become good friends.

However, the real problem in your friendship with Rohan began to show when your parents were involved. Your parents tolerated Rohan (or at least you thought they did), but they were getting annoyed with the fact the mangaka kept hogging your time. You should be modeling with professional photographers, or modeling for famous designers. But instead you're being used as reference from some manga artist in Japan.

You understood your parent's point of view in the subject, but you enjoyed working with Rohan more than you did any other project you had worked on. You continued to visit Rohan, despite your parent's protests (and Rohan couldn't have been happier).

The more visits that happened, the closer you got to the mangaka. It wasn't long before Rohan had asked you on a date. Eventually multiple dates leaded to the both of you starting a relationship. You knew your parents would hate Rohan even more now, but he didn't seem to mind. He'd always tell you that he didn't care what your parents thought about him, he was content with having you as a partner. Even if your parents did find out about your secret relationship, you highly doubt they would react dramatically. Sure, they'd really, really dislike it, but they wouldn't disown you for it. After all you were a grown adult, you should be able to make your own decisions right?

At least that's what you thought. One day, Rohan made an unexpected visit on your front door step. You didn't expect for him to be there, nor did you know how he got your address (considering the fact you lived in a completely different continent), but you didn't think much of it since you thought this could be your chance to properly introduce Rohan to your parents.

The introduction went by smoothly, Rohan was getting along with your parents, and your parents seemed to accept that Rohan was your partner. However, it did seem a bit suspicious that your parent's dislike of Rohan turned into an approval almost in a span of a few minutes. They had even agreed to let you move out with Rohan. While you could admit that you and Rohan had been planning to live in Morioh-Cho together, you didn't think it'd happen instantly. And that your parents would agree nonetheless. Regardless, you and Rohan accepted your parent's blessing's and left France.

You vividly remembered on your plane flight to Morioh-Cho, Rohan had whispered in your ear while stroking your hair softly, "You must be lucky to have me right [first]? I'm all you have left now.."

-

Life in Morioh-Cho was sweet to say the least. It was a drastic change from living in a fashion capital of the world, to a small quiet place where there was much to do. Nevertheless, you truly enjoyed your new life, it was better than going to photoshoots every week. Speaking of which, you never do photoshoots anymore. Rohan convinced you to quit your job as a model (since he is wealthy enough to provide for the both of you anyway), and you had agreed. Though, every time you mentioned getting a job to Rohan, he'd simply call you an idiot for wanting to work. He'd ask you if he needed step up his game for you, and you'd only close your mouth in the conversation.

Your relationship with Rohan was a drastic change too. From what was sweet, humble dates every weekend, went to being locked in a home for what was everyday. Rohan would spend hours in his art studio, drawing multiple pages for his manga. He'd tell you to not go out while he was working. But even then, that's most of the time.

You'd be lying if you didn't find this type of behavior weird.

-

"I'm leaving to go visit Italy for a couple of days [first]. Do you remember the rules?"

You nodded and kissed Rohan's cheek before handing him his suitcase. "Don't go outside unless we run out of groceries, don't let people inside-" Rohan cut you off "Especially those idiots Josuke and Okuyasu" he said scoffing at his distaste for the boys. You only sighed in response, "Especially Josuke and Okuyasu. Hope you have a good trip love" you smiled holding his hands close to your chest. Rohan kissed your lips softly and mumbled a quick 'goodbye' before leaving your shared home. You sighed and walked into the kitchen, before sitting down on a chair. You respected his rules, and you didn't want to lie to him, but you were bored out of your mind. You wanted to go out and have fun. Not to mention, although you know that Rohan could buy you whatever you wanted; but you wanted to have some money of your own. You can't rely on Rohan forever. You had decided that tomorrow you'd start looking for a job (any job, part-time even, you just wanted some type of job to keep you entertained for a while). Rohan would get mad sure, but you promised you'd discuss when he'd come back. You were sure he'd support you

You were sure of it.

-

Looking for a job was harder than you thought. It seemed that nobody wanted to hire somebody who only had 'model' on their resume. Sometimes you'd wish you had taken on other jobs other than modeling, maybe then people would hire you. Regardless, you kept looking, desperate to find a job somewhere.

In the end, you ended up finding an Italian restaurant after hours of searching. You stepped in and was greeted a tall, blonde Italian man. "Hello good afternoon my name is Tonio, welcome to my restuarant" he greeted you while smiling at you sweetly. You smiled awkwardly and muttered a quick 'thank you', "Um Tonio san, I'm not here to eat..but I'd like to ask you if you are hiring. I can't cook, but I can be a waitress!-" you exclaimed, leaving Tonio in a small shock. He looked at you up and down before smiling at you once again, "Well I don't usually hire people since I'm doing good on my own, but I guess a little help wouldn't hurt.." he told you. You smiled back and hugged him, "Oh thank you so much! You don't know how much I struggled finding a job today-" you let him go, "Uhm, sorry.." you mumbled. He chuckled and led you to a table.

The two of you talked a bit for a while, you told hima bout your modeling career and your relationships, while he told you about his journey to Japan and Italian cuisine. You both shared laughs and stories together, you had a good time. Your time with Tonio became even better when he officially had hired you as a waitress! You were happy, and you couldn't wait to tell Rohan when he got home!

"Well I'll see you next week Tonio!" you shouted as you left the door, carrying the bouquet of daisies Tonio had gifted you. Tonio smiled, "I'll see you then bambina!".

-

You arrive a little later than planned (guess you spent too much time talking to Tonio), but you finally made it home safe and sound. You might as well start cleaning, since you weren't going to sleep any time soon. As you opened the door, you were met face to face with Rohan. You dropped your daises on the floor, and began to think of all the apologies and excuses you could think of. But it was no use, excuses would only make Rohan's anger boil even more.

Why was he even here in the first place? Wasn't he supposed to be in Italy by now?!

"Rohan I-"

"Save it, I don't want to hear a word from you" Rohan growled angrily before walking towards you. He had pulled out a pen and you felt as if you passed out.

Rohan had used Heaven's Door to read the pages of your life. He looked for the information of today, and when he did, he was fuming. He read his newly learned information out loud, gripping onto your hair in the process, "This man named Tonio is so handsome, and he cooks too.. I feel like this skirt is a bit risqué, but oh well.." with that last sentence Rohan had the last straw. He removed his stand's effect on you, but not before writing a few things.

Once the effects of Heaven's Door were gone, you began to feel a heat between your legs. Noticing you were on your knees, you crawled your way to Rohan, "Rohann, feel so hot need you.." you mewled out. Rohan was furious with your previous behavior, but maybe this would help you learn a few things. "So you were tempted to cheat on me right? I bet you would’ve enjoyed if that Tonio flipped your skirt right?" he said slapping your face in the process. You whimpered, "No no no no, that's not true..please need you. Need you so bad" you were starting to tear up just by him insinuating you were going to cheat on him. Rohan looked down at you, gods you looked so pathetic, just like he wanted you to look like.

"Such a fucking slut" he said unbuckling his pants, eager to have your warm and needy mouth all around his cock. Once he finished doing that he looked at you dead in the eye, "Suck. Suck like the whore you are. Aren't you ashamed [first]? I bet you also sucked Tonio’s cock in that job interview right?” He said watching you as you sloppily sucked his cock. You probably aren’t even thinking right now, your just hungry for his cock right? Such a little slut. “And to think your parents didn’t like me. They just didn’t know you belonged to me. But that’s fine I had to get rid of them regardless..” he chuckled before he bucked his hips into your mouth repeatedly.

Rohan grabs you by the hair and begins to push your head down his member, sinking your mouth down to his pubes; much to your displeasure. At the moment however he didn’t care what you felt, sluts like you don’t mind right? He continued to do so for a few more seconds before he came in your mouth, groaning loudly. He came inside your mouth, and there was so much of it you couldn’t help but to cough some out.

You laid your head on his lap and breathed out softly, before Rohan lifted your chin up and grinned,

“Who said we were done?”

-

Dating the great Kishibe Rohan would be an honor to most people. Who wouldn’t want to be by his side. Unfortunately for you, dating Kishibe Rohan was not a glitter and sparkles.

Being Kishibe Rohan’s personal cum dump isn’t much better either.

[cobaincreates]

the fuck is a touron? pt. 2

warnings: language, mention of drugs & alcohol, smut (wrap it you're smart), very brief oral (male receiving), 18+

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part one is here! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it! also remember when i said this has been sitting for a couple months?? welp, it’s been longer than that...oops. but it's all yours now!!! :)

taglist is always open. have a lovely weekend! photo cred

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3 weeks earlier

a loud blare jolted you awake.

“what the fuck?”

you scrambled to stop the noise, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest. your head knocked into something hard as you twisted and tried to assemble your brain.

a clatter of what sounded like several bottles came from your right. the sound still rang out into the room—which was where exactly?

as you got to your hands and knees and shuffled against what felt like carpet, you remembered vaguely that you’d gone out last night. the carpet and dark room didn’t tell you much else. but the trilling alarm was enough to set you into a search to find that out.

“shut that off!” a voice yelled from behind you.

your hand knocked into more bottles and you grappled for one, feeling the familiar shape of a glass beer bottle. someone groaned in front of you then a blinding light pierced across your eyes. you sucked in a breath, dropping the bottle and covering your eyes.

what, were you a vampire? you peeked past your fingers to a parted curtain letting in a sliver of sunlight. you saw a little more of where you’d been, the light trail full of bottles and some sprawled legs and arms.

the alarm cut off suddenly. soft snores and labored breaths filled the silence now, along with a pounding in your ears so intense, you would’ve thought you were still hearing the alarm. a slow, gradual ache formed in the center of your forehead.

you blinked as your eyes adjusted to the light. a sparkling stiletto caught your attention, but it wasn’t on a foot. you looked around the room and spotted its twin near the back of a couch. crawling over, you found liza laying on her back with her hair messily splayed around her.

she was yawning while her phone lit up her face in a soft glow. when your eyes met, she whispered, “hey.”

you faintly remembered her setting an alarm on her phone somewhere in between jell-o shots and body shots. or was it after the jäger bombs?

you let out an oomf as you collapsed beside her on your stomach. your head didn’t let up the pounding. you made a noise, your words muffled against the stale-smelling carpet.

“what?” liza said, not having heard any coherent words.

you turned your head, the carpet scratching your cheek. “i said, nurse me back to health, please.”

“i told you not to do those lines,” she said, shaking her head.

“what?” you said a little too loudly, earning a few shh!s in return.

“i’m kidding,” liza laughed.

you grimaced, mostly at her but also at the hair in your mouth. you reached up to remove it and sat up while liza looked at her phone.

“what time is it?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder around the room.

no one else had moved from liza’s wake-up alarm. your vision was clearer now and you took in the trashed room. bottles lay everywhere, a few staining the carpet in dark puddles. a lamp was on the floor, its shade across the room over someone’s head. it was warm considering the blackout curtains keeping the morning sun out and you couldn’t imagine sleeping in here any longer.

your head pounded again as liza said, ���noon.”

“can we go? i might throw up from how hot it is in here.” you pulled at your dress, wanting nothing more than to get under some cold water.

liza sat up and looked around, dropping her phone into her lap. “i need my other shoe.”

“it’s over here,” you said and crawled to retrieve it for her.

she put it on, her dress riding up her thighs before she stood and pulled it back down. you took her offered hand so she could help you up. your heels sank into the carpet and you looked down, finding a soggy spot where beer had seeped in. you frowned and grabbed ahold of liza’s arm to find your way out.

your small crossbody clutch was resting on the couch cushion and you reached for it over a girl’s sleeping form, careful not to wake her. she made a small noise and you snatched it quickly, feeling the weight of your phone inside.

liza ordered an uber to bring you back to campus. it was fifteen minutes away and you panicked for a brief moment from not knowing where the hell you were. last night was a whole blur apart from arriving and getting into the swing of things. you remember dancing and drinking and having fun with liza and a few other friends. it wasn’t usual for you to sleep at random people’s houses after parties, but last night must have been a little more eventful than others.

you let out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding as you sank into the back of the uber driver’s car. luckily, you didn’t get someone hopped up on coffee or blasting music. it was quiet and calm, enough so that you closed your eyes.

speaking of coffee, you could really use one. and food. and a shower. had you really slept on that nasty carpet last night? you shuddered and opened your eyes.

fishing out your phone from your clutch, you saw a few notifications from last night and the past few hours. you ignored them for now and unlocked your phone with the goal of texting one of your friends who worked at the diner in town and begging him to have your usual ready when you got there. it was all you could think about as your stomach rumbled.

but when you unlocked your phone, your eyebrows drew together. your screen opened to an internet tab, a little plane logo at the top corner.

“why the fuck did i buy a ticket to the outer banks?” you blurted to no one in particular. well, maybe to your friend beside you, who lived in the outer banks.

liza lolled her head toward you on the back of the seat, not at all looking as concerned as you felt. “you’re visiting, remember? i talked you into buying it last night.”

“why?” your head seemed to throb even worse.

you couldn’t go to the outer banks. you didn’t have the money for it and the ticket on your internet browser said you’d even bought a round trip one. god, why had you done that? you were saving up for the summer. you were saving up to see so much more than the outer banks. as much as you loved liza, and you knew she’d love to have you there, you would be wasting a weekend. how were you going to tell your boss that you needed off at such short notice?

liza shrugged beside you. “because my dad will be gone for a whole weekend and i’m throwing the biggest party ever and you love me and you promised to dance to ‘back that ass up’ with me there.”

“oh my god,” you groaned and dropped your phone into your lap. you rubbed your pulsing temples. “i can’t go, liza. i really need the money.”

“hence why you have a job—said job will pay that back in a week. you’re fine,” she waved her hand and turned back to the window.

“i need to work that weekend,” you argued. just thinking about asking for it off had your skin crawling.

“you can take time off. you never do.” liza shrugged, looking at you again. her face softened when she noticed how distraught you were over it. “look, if you really don’t want to, then just cancel it. it’s okay if you don’t come.”

your fingers came away from your head as you saw that she was being genuine. she may have joked around with you a lot, but she meant it when she said that.

friday

getting time off wasn’t easy. your boss acted like the ultimate villain in a boss level from a video game, having you go through all of these obstacles just to get three days off. you understood it, you were short-staffed anyways and it was hard, but you couldn’t help feeling as though they were a little harsh on you. it was always a fight to get time off, even when you showed up every day, on time, and did your work without complaint.

right after you talked to your boss, feeling the ultimate amount of shame over requesting three days, you searched high and low for someone to cover your shift. turns out, it wasn’t all that difficult to begin with since one of your co-workers—who just had a baby and was still a full-time student—told you they’d appreciate the extra hours. you felt instantly better afterward until your boss asked you to fill out three separate sheets for the time off. no, you couldn’t just write the three days on one sheet. it had to be three. separate. sheets.

it was completely ridiculous and uncalled for. you fumed for a while, pressing way too hard on your pen as you filled them out. once you set them on their desk, all filled out properly, you reminded yourself you could quit soon. just a few more months of the semester and you’d be gone.

the next day when you came in, your boss had allegedly lost those request papers. and funnily enough, they allowed you to put the weekend dates on one paper this time. you’d stared at them for a whole three minutes, paper in your hand and tongue between your teeth with angry words just dying to get out. you can quit soon. you can quit soon.

the weeks dragged by before the day finally arrived and you left for your flight. it was only when you got off the plane that the hours started to fly by. it was colder this time around, which you didn’t mind, even on the breezy ferry ride. you were looking forward to campfires and cozy sweaters.

you hopped off the ferry around noon and right into liza’s waiting arms at the dock. she was overjoyed about you visiting and you knew all the trouble with work was worth it just to get away for a little. you were young, there was no shame in a little time off, and liza was right—you’d already earned the money back for the ticket.

liza’s dad was bustling around their house when you arrived, packing like a crazy person on a time crunch. he threw a hello at you as he shuffled past with an armful of socks and possibly underwear, which had you lifting an eyebrow at liza. she shoved your arm and took your bag into the guest bedroom.

“where’s your dad running off to? can i go?” you teased, dropping your backpack onto the light green comforter. the white walls seemed brighter this time, but you accounted it for the new sheer curtains over the windows facing the back of the house.

“he’s going on a business trip. and no, you can’t. his girlfriend is going with him.” liza left your bag near the dresser and hopped on the bed, the comforter sighing under her weight.

“girlfriend? aw, man.” you frowned dramatically and lay on your stomach beside her. “do we like this girlfriend?”

“she’s very...” her left eye squinted as she thought. “eccentric. like, i don’t know how to take it. he seems happy though.”

“like, weird eccentric or crazy eccentric?”

“i don’t know. i haven’t breached the abortion topic with her yet. that could be very telling, don’t you think?” a playful smile hinted at her lips.

“totally telling,” you agreed.

minutes later, you were waving liza’s dad off as he pulled out of the driveway, liza standing a few steps in front of you. once he was gone and out of sight down the drive, liza turned back to you with a flourish and a cheshire grin spread on her face. you laughed as she pushed you into the house and began jumping excitedly. music started playing somewhere in between the jumping, which promptly turned to dancing in the kitchen. having a whole house to yourselves was always a thrilling thing.

it wasn’t long after that that liza told you to get ready for a party at the boneyard, as she called it. you had no idea whether to take that literally or just go along with it and be surprised. you went with the latter as you changed out of your airport clothes.

as you were heading that way, you thought about that one fling you had the last time you were here. what was his name? something rich, with a t. tom? trenton? no, no, something obscure. topper. god, you nearly forgot about him, but now that you were visiting again, you wondered if he was around. in the middle of the semester seemed like your luck would be out.

liza was slowing the car as you thought to text topper, just to see if he was here. you hadn’t talked since that summer—what was it? seven months ago? you hadn’t felt the need to keep in touch. didn’t he say to shoot him a text when you were in town again? you supposed there was no harm in doing so. what could be the worst thing to happen? maybe he wouldn’t be in town, but you wouldn’t be all that bummed about not having a hookup. you weren’t as ravenous as you were in the summer.

“are you getting out?”

your head turned and you found liza standing with the door open, her keys dangling from her hand. you hadn’t noticed that the car had parked or that you’d arrived at wherever the boneyard was. the beach was right in front of you, just over a small crest in the sand. you could smell it slipping into the car from where liza held the door propped open.

you opened your own door and hopped out, the gravel crunching under your shoes. you were glad you opted for a sweater with the early spring wind from the water as it blew over your shoulders and tangled into your hair.

a handful of people were already on the beach, stripped driftwood scattered around. most used them as seats while there was a fire already going and drinks in their hands. you couldn’t help but smile at the sight, a giddiness filling your chest. this was exactly what you needed and the perfect setting for it.

liza pulled you into a group with some familiar faces that you had met the last time around. small talk was immediately flowing and you couldn’t care less for it, but you welcomed it anyways. liza was quick to guide you to the next group and the next before you finally got comfortable with a drink in hand. you sipped it steadily and ditched your shoes with liza’s, sticking them under a piece of driftwood behind where you stood. one of liza’s friends was asking you about your degree, something along the lines of why you had chosen it. you couldn’t comprehend it fully as your eyes drifted around the sand where people stood in small groups and larger ones.

standing near an overturned lifeguard post that was sure to be rotting away was none other than topper. he was facing away from you, but you had no doubt in your mind that it was him. his hair was blonder than it was when you met, funnily enough in the colder months. he wore a sweatshirt (blue or dark green, you couldn’t tell) paired with shorts and (surprisingly) sneakers.

you turned back to liza’s friend, giving them a somewhat vague but good answer. you then excused yourself and split from the group to head in topper’s direction. you stopped just outside of his larger group and crossed your arms, holding on to your beer by the neck loosely. it took a minute or two for topper to notice you, obviously feeling a presence behind him and doing a double-take. you already had a smirk on your face.

“holy shit, hi.” he blinked rapidly, turning away from his friends.

“hi,” you laughed. both of you went in for a hug at the same time. topper pressed your waist firmly to his while you hugged him around his shoulders.

“it’s good to see you,” you said.

“yeah, you too.” there was surprise in his voice and features as if he never thought he would see you again. your hand slipped down his arm as you pulled away before you took a step back, your hands resting at your sides.

“how have—“

“hey! the touron’s back!” a voice over his shoulder shouted.

you looked in its direction, finding a menacing smirk on an all too familiar face. you couldn’t remember his name as he sipped arrogantly on a beer, perched on the rotting lifeguard’s post.

you found your own sweet smile and raised your free hand to flip him off, which only egged him on more as his laughter filtered out. you were instantly annoyed, although you didn’t show it as he had brought unwanted attention to you and topper. you were sure most of the people in this larger group had been on topper’s deck that day in the summer.

topper looked at a loss for words when you turned back to him, his eyes still on you. you were glad he wasn’t laughing at his friend’s comment.

“can i get you another drink?” he gestured to the bottle between your fingers and you glanced down, seeing that it was a sip away from empty.

you gave him a nod as you said, “sure.”

the sun was setting by the time you got a refill, the glass cold against your palm, and wandered off with topper toward the water. conversation flowed as you caught up, shrugging as you told him all you had been doing was working and studying. you were lucky if you got to go out and have fun once in a while. topper expressed the same, talking animatedly about college and visiting home for the weekend to see his friends.

you wondered what he was like at college, if he spent most of his quieter hours in the library reading articles or if he was the type of friend to take up guard in the kitchen at parties. it was easy to imagine him in those situations since you hardly knew him. his smirking friend certainly didn’t seem the type.

you flicked some wet sand into the water, imagining the waves bringing it back to settle at your feet. topper stood beside you, the wind tousling his locks. you had just mentioned how your mother had bought a new coffee machine and how your dad canceled it because there was no point in having two. your mother just figured it would be easier having two so no one had to wait on the single-cup brewing system. it made you laugh and roll your eyes when you heard about it over the phone. topper had been smiling the whole time as he listened, his head inclined like you were whispering.

a rush of heat had slithered down between your thighs when you caught his eyes a couple times. he was just watching you as you spoke and you couldn’t help but smile flirtatiously, wondering if he was thinking what you were thinking.

how you were imagining last summer and the feel of his hands on your skin. you wished you’d gotten to know more of him; if he had any scars or little beauty marks that you didn’t notice the first time. it was easy to imagine it, but you had the burning curiosity to see for yourself.

you needed to take a break, to get a gulp of air before you drowned in the thought and jumped his bones right here and now.

“i should go find liza,” you said abruptly even though no one had been speaking. “i’ll see you around?”

topper nodded without a word and you caught a glimpse of confusion on his face, but you walked away. you let out a deep breath as you felt the wet sand turn dry under your feet. the sky was an inky pink behind you, windshields on cars reflecting it back.

you wrapped an arm around liza when you found her and she smiled knowingly. you didn’t have to ask if she’d seen you with topper, it was quite obvious in such an open area.

topper took up his place with the group you took him away from, but this time he was facing your way. you closed your lips around your bottle, staring back at him as he did the same thing. a shiver went up your legs, goosebumps exposing to the crisp air around you. you had to look away before you walked over there and kissed the hell out of him. your heart was behaving rather poorly now.

but could you help it? every time he looked at you as the sky grew darker and the bonfire grew larger, every obscene image possible took shelter behind your eyes. your mouth dried out so many times that you eventually had to get another drink and another. topper wasn’t making it easy and you started digging holes with your feet just to stay put.

you wouldn’t go to him, you made that very clear to yourself. if topper wanted you, then he’d have to make the first move. stubborn as it was maybe, but you’d torture him if you had to like he was torturing you now with all of these looks under his lashes. christ.

“my god,” liza said into your ear as she stood on the driftwood behind you, arms around your neck. “you’d think topper was a starving man.”

“shut up,” you laughed and looked at a fallen log in the fire pit.

“i’m serious. you guys have been undressing each other for an hour and a half now. just go over there and make out with him.”

you smiled into your drink, keeping your eyes far away from topper, or else you might actually do just that.

“there’s hardly any pda going on as it is, we need entertainment,” liza sighed.

“there’s your entertainment,” you nodded your head toward a rowdy group of young high schoolers shouting at each other. three of them looked angry as all hell and there was a bit of shoving before one of the older college boys broke it apart.

“that was short-lived,” liza frowned as she hopped down from the driftwood.

“you want another drink?” you asked her as she finished off her last one.

“yes, please!” she beamed as you took her bottle and tossed them into a nearby trash bin. you headed for the stocked cooler and grabbed two beers. as you stood, topper was making his way over.

“you have any plans after this?” he asked without much preamble.

you smiled, pulling the tops off and taking a sip from your own, eyeing him as you did. that flicker of heat made its way back between your thighs, warming you all over. you couldn’t deny the suggestion in his question excited you and you were giving yourself a mental pat on the back for being patient.

“nope, i’m all yours.”

topper smiled slowly, his eyes flicking to your lips as you licked them. okay, maybe jumping his bones here and now wasn’t a terrible idea. but you needed to string this out, you wanted it to last—whatever it was.

“i don’t want to leave yet though. i’ll come find you?” it implied that you’d make him wait longer than you really would, but it was satisfying to see him practically drool at the thought of what was to come.

liza was giddy when you went back over, either for the beer or when you told her that you’d be going off with topper for a little. she smirked, knowing exactly what for, but she didn’t mind. she wasn’t leaving anytime soon, and not without you.

you didn’t make topper wait long. when you were ready, another beer in and a relieved bladder, you touched topper’s elbow as he talked with his friends closer to the cooler. the ice was partly melted, but there were still plenty of drinks left. the fire was feeding off sweltering heat, and with the cold wind, it was perfect.

“hey, you ready?” you asked when topper turned to you.

you weren’t sure exactly what topper had in mind when he had asked you if you were busy for the rest of the night, but not having a clue thrilled you a little.

“yeah,” he nodded and took the last sip from his beer. his slid his hand up, capturing yours before tugging you along toward the parked cars. hardly anyone was over there. you could faintly hear voices and sounds from inside a few cars, some windows cracked. your fingertips warmed as your heart beat, pushing blood to every corner.

topper’s jeep came in sight and you tried to remember the inside. was there enough room for both of you in the back seat? or maybe you’d share one of the front ones. it didn’t matter to you, as long as he put his lips to use.

your back met the side of the jeep as topper leaned his hands on the window, caging you in. you were quick to close the space between you, either the beer taking the reins or your lack of patience from the past few hours of being here and having a staring contest with him. your breaths mingled and your hands grabbed fistfuls of his sweatshirt to pull him closer. the familiar tingles spread between your thighs and you wasted no time in showing him how impatient you were.

“i don’t think either of us is fit enough to drive, topper,” you breathed when you had the chance.

there was no way you could drive with everything you drank. topper tasted like the beer too, but you weren’t sure if he was fit enough to drive either. you didn’t want to chance it, nor could you wait that long.

“what do you want to do?” he asked against the skin of your neck, his nose skimming up the side. he pressed a few kisses, getting closer to your jaw.

you tilted your head back against the door and sighed, closing your eyes momentarily then opening them to find a few stars winking at you. there were so many once you focused on them. topper interrupted your gaze, pulling you by the back of your head to his lips. he kissed you as if you were his last meal, his tongue licking into your mouth. you moaned, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. you remembered him being this much of a good kisser.

“let’s find a spot on the beach,” you suggested, only getting a kiss on the corner of his mouth before he pulled away.

his eyes were blown wide, his hair ruffled. if you looked hard enough, his cheeks were sure to be flushed, both from alcohol and excitement.

“seriously?” he asked, his hand stilling on the back of your head.

you laughed and nodded, brushing a lock of his hair. “yeah, why not?”

a cold wind blew, tossing your hair into your eyes. topper caught it and pushed it back to its spot behind your ear.

“i think you’re the girl of my dreams,” he joked.

you grinned and slid your hands down his chest. “do you have a towel?”

topper had to pick his jaw up off the gravel before he finally moved away from you and opened his jeep. he ruffled around in the back then finally pulled out a blanket.

“very resourceful,” you commented as he closed the door.

“never know when you might need it,” he said as he threw it around you, shielding your bare legs from the wind. he turned again to the jeep and bent over the driver’s seat to get something. you saw it was a condom when he turned back and closed the door.

“also resourceful.”

he laughed then took your hand back in his. you headed back toward the beach but in the opposite direction of where the bonfire was. it was quieter the further you got, nothing but the waves coming into the shore. it was darker too; all the more private.

topper took the blanket from you and settled it down. you took a seat as he fixed a corner, swiping sand that had gotten on to it. once he sat beside you, he pulled you back against his lips.

you knelt up and scooted closer, placing your hands on his shoulders for leverage as you swung a leg over his waist. you sat in his lap and hummed as you felt him against your thigh. he squeezed you closer in response.

“i’ve never fucked someone on a beach before,” you admitted as you slipped your hands under his sweatshirt and the t-shirt beneath, pushing them up.

“i’ve never fucked anyone outside before.”

“what?” you pulled away to look down at him, your hands freezing on his chest. he was breathing deeply and you swore you felt the patter of his heart against your fingertips. “really?”

“yeah,” he shrugged and glanced over your shoulder toward the water. “just never had the chance to try.”

“what do you mean? you live on an island.” you let his clothes fall back down, stopping above his belly button. “i’ve been here twice and i’ve seen at least twenty ideal places that would be perfect for it.”

“i don’t know, i never asked anyone and no one asked me.” he shrugged again and you knew you were looking way too into this, but it seemed impossible that he hadn’t done this at least once before. you knew that if you lived here, you would’ve done it countless times.

your hands slid back up. “well, tonight’s your lucky night.”

you pulled topper back to your lips, tongues meeting. his hands rubbed along your back and you couldn’t help but arch into him as he slipped them beneath your sweater. his hands were so warm that it felt as if he set fire to your skin. you moaned and sunk your teeth into his lip briefly. a shiver wrecked your body just as topper’s hands came around to your front, sliding up to your breasts. you felt your nipples peek at the contact and topper made it even worse when his thumbs brushed over them.

“christ, it’s cold,” you mumbled as another shiver came and went.

“mhmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure that’s what it is.”

you laughed and wanted to swat at him. instead, you swallowed that little bit of nerves edging close to the surface and reached a hand to his lap. you watched as topper’s lips parted as your hand squeezed him over his shorts. the fabric was soft as topper grew harder. you relished in his expression, the way his eyebrows were drawn together, and how his jaw flinched when he closed his mouth.

topper’s hands fell away as you stood. he looked ready to pull you back down until he realized what you were doing and watched closely as you pulled your shorts and underwear down together. you kicked them aside and shivered as another wind blew.

sitting over topper again, you knelt up onto your knees to pull his shorts down. you couldn’t help swallowing at the sight of him. as dark as it was, you could still see him pretty well. your hand wrapped around him, solid and warm in your palm. topper groaned and leaned back on his hands.

“where’s the condom?” you asked as you stroked him, not at all in a rush with your hand around him.

topper registered your question and patted around the blanket for a moment before holding a square packet between his fingers. you took it from him and bit down on an edge, ripping it open with your free hand. you took the rubber between your fingers and spat the packaging somewhere. topper’s breathing became swallow all the while you stroked him. you stopped and rolled the condom onto him then leaned forward for a kiss.

topper reciprocated, his hands grabbing ahold of your hips until he pulled away to look up at you.

“what if you get sand in your vagina?” he asked, an innocent tone wrapping around his voice.

you couldn’t help the smile or the way your eyebrows furrowed all the while wanting to laugh. that’s what he’s thinking about?

“nothing that hasn’t happened before. it usually takes a couple of days to get rid of but i’ll be fine.”

the topic didn’t stop there. “does it hurt?”

“no, i’ll be fine,” a small laugh slipped out. “that’s why we have a blanket. and i’m on top. can we stop talking about sand getting in my vagina now? it’s kind of killing the mood.”

“sorry,” he shook his head, an embarrassed expression taking form.

you snorted, laughter bubbling up your throat. how did that question even come about in his head? you supposed it was nice of him to care about such a thing. you hoped your laughter didn’t make him feel more embarrassed.

his expression morphed into an amused one and he joined in, laughing at his odd question. you both shook with laughter for a few moments until you calmed down. topper squeezed his fingers on your hips, dragging his palms down your thighs. you brought your lips back to his and your hands to his chest. pushing him gently, you went with him as he lay down. you stayed against him for a couple more seconds before sitting up over him and finding him in your hand again.

topper groaned and gripped your thighs as you brought him into your heat. you couldn’t find your breath as you took him all the way in and sat over him, feeling completely and utterly filled. he was in your stomach, under your skin, everywhere.

“fuck, yes,” you panted, branding your palms on his stomach, pushing his sweatshirt and shirt up again. he was flushed from head to toe, something you were slowly building up to be.

you started off rocking back and forth slowly, feeling him pull and glide inside of you. when you dragged your clit against his skin, which was getting hotter and hotter with the friction, you couldn’t help the way your body tightened around him.

“y/n. oh, fuck—you gotta bounce for me,” topper choked out underneath you, moving his hands to your waist to grip tightly.

you nodded without words, not really finding any with your tongue tied. your hands pushed against his stomach as you lifted yourself up, letting almost all of him leave you empty. then you slammed down, moaning as loud as you could. you didn’t care. not one bit. you were still aware of the bonfire happening yards away, but you didn’t care if someone from the party was walking this way and heard you. let them hear how good topper felt inside you.

a quicker pace was set, sweat building in the creases of your knees and under your hands planted against topper. you loved this. all you could think about was how good it felt, how you fucked topper hard and fast—and how you were getting to fuck him again. it was so much better than the first time, even though you loved having him behind you then. this was just as good.

topper was sitting up again, your sweater rubbing against his and your body feeling way too hot. his hands gripped your ass tightly, helping you rock your hips over him. you were close, closer every time your clit brushed against him at this angle.

it became too much very quickly. you held on to him by his hair at the back of his head, gripping so tightly your knuckles were probably white, and reached your other hand down to touch yourself. your moans were growing higher and more frequent and topper was full-blown panting in your face. when you reached your end, a strangled sound came out of you. you stilled over topper, pulling more of his hair as you came over him.

not long after when you were moving again over him, your mouth on his neck and arms around his shoulders, his grip tightened on your ass as he came. you hummed and gave a few pecks just before he let go and fell onto his back. you followed, moving off of him and laying on your side.

“how long are you here?” topper asked minutes later, his breathing leveling out.

“i leave sunday morning,” you said, blinking tired eyes open as a wind blew over you.

“can i see you again?”

you smiled, your eyes shifting to topper beside you. “don’t you mean can you fuck me again?”

his lips spread wide and if his eyes were open, you had a feeling he’d be rolling them. laughing, you pushed yourself onto your elbow and touched his cheek.

“liza is having a party tomorrow. you should come,” you said quietly, leaning down to brush your lips over his.

“okay.”

“that was easy.”

“it doesn’t take much to convince me,” his voice was tired, piquing your interest.

“am i that good?”

all you got in return was a low laugh.

“i’m taking that as a ‘hell yes’ so thank you very much.”

topper let out a noise just before he moved, pushing you onto your back. his lips landed over yours, gentle and thorough.

saturday

it was a blur of drinks and games and dancing at liza’s house. every room was filled and it was hot for a few hours until you stationed yourself out on the deck with topper. you could lie and say that you didn’t sit out there just to make out with him, but that’s exactly what you did. it was perfect—even more perfect when his shitty friends didn’t show up with him. if you hadn’t been so distracted by his mouth, you would’ve thanked him then and there.

hours later, you had met topper at the front door. you informed liza of your new plans and she was more than happy to get you out of her hair, especially when her eyes latched on to someone and she started to drool into her drink. you grinned fiendishly at her and quickly went on your way.

topper was unlocking his front door and your legs were still a little tingly from the drinks you had over the past few hours. your hand absentmindedly ran along his forearm, needing to feel him so you could stay grounded and alert.

“if you don’t open this door, i’m going to fall asleep right on this porch.”

topper laughed, his keys jingling in his hand. it was a few more seconds of him trying without a light until he eventually found the keyhole and the door swung open. there was a rug that the bottom of the door brushed over and topper walked ahead of you, leading you in by the arm you refused to let go of. he was warm and solid. if you let go, you might evaporate.

your eyes adjusted with the lack of light in the entryway as topper closed the door behind you, sliding the lock into place. your skin felt like it was humming, the hairs on your arm standing up as you stayed close to topper. his shoes scuffed as he kicked them off, his keys dropping onto a table near the door while his other hand wrapped around your wrist. he lured you in by heat alone and you leaned in. your lips landed on his shirt, but you moved them until you found warm skin past the neckline.

reaching down, you found the strap of your sandals and worked to get them undone. why you wore sandals was completely lost on you as you struggled. topper grabbed ahold of you so you wouldn’t fall while your lips pressed a few more kisses into his neck. his hands were searing against your shirt and your skin pricked with the need to have them everywhere.

you kicked off your shoes, feeling your bare foot brush other pairs as topper grabbed ahold of your neck. you didn’t know where he was leading you until his lips landed against your cheek. he adjusted to where he meant to land and opened your lips with his own, coaxing your tongue with his. you moaned as if you were melting, your hands moving along his back as your body relaxed into his. another noise slipped from you, your hands moving down to his hips. one of them you let venture further until you felt him straining against his jeans.

topper gasped, his breath fanning over your mouth and down your neck. you grinned as you squeezed him just so you could see how he’d react.

it was cut short by light flooding the room and burning behind your eyelids. you flinched, parting from topper and squinting.

you were doing so well with no interruptions.

“topper? oh—i’m sorry,” a voice came from your left and you held your eyes open long enough to see a woman standing there, her hand falling from the light switch.

you suddenly remembered where you were holding topper and you dropped your hand, a hot blush crawling up onto your cheeks. you shuffled away from topper faster than he did at composing himself. was it wishful thinking to hope this woman didn’t see where your hand was placed a second ago?

“mom,” topper breathed, hiding his lack of breath well. your own heart was beating so loudly in your ears you figured the woman could hear it too in the entryway.

you averted your eyes, embarrassment dousing you from head to toe at the fact that you’d been caught by topper’s mother.

“we’ll be in my room,” topper said. his hand engulfed yours and you couldn’t remember how to use your feet or legs. “night.”

you kept your head down as topper tugged you past his mother, her robe flowing with the movement. he guided you through the unlit house until you came to his room.

“christ,” he sighed and dropped your hand to close the door. “i’m sorry about that.”

“it’s inevitable when you live with parents,” you shrugged and laughed, looking over your shoulder as topper rubbed his hands down his face. when he dropped them, he shook his head with an amused smile.

you turned back to his room and glanced around, the light a little brighter from the open windows. the decorations were the same, but for the most part it didn’t look all that lived in. you moved to his bed and sat at the end of it, running your hands along the comforter and remembering the last time you were here.

your eyes found topper’s like a magnet. your skin pricked with that awareness of him. reaching, you pulled your shirt off and let it fall beside you. topper watched, his eyes following every movement you made, his gaze moving over you like liquid.

you held your hand out towards him, coaxing him over where you sat. he approached until he was in front of you and even then, you pulled him closer with your hands on his hips again. your eyes fluttered shut as he came between your legs and touched your face, bending down to plant kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and nose. your thighs tightened around him, your hand dropping back to its original spot before you were interrupted. topper kissed you on the mouth then, his tongue hot and invading.

you pushed your palm into him a few times and rubbed until his breath was heavy in your mouth. even though you were kissing him and delighting in the ways he could use his tongue, your mouth felt dry for him. a moment later, your fingers glided up to the button of his jeans, working determinedly to unfasten them.

when his shirt was off and his jeans were unbuttoned, you nudged him backward, slipping from the bed and onto your knees. you pressed your lips along his stomach, feeling it tighten under your mouth as his hands brushed your hair back.

“tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” you said quietly, looking up at him as your fingers fisted the waistband of his jeans, slipping into his boxers too.

topper heaved a breath and nodded. you pressed another kiss just beside his belly button as you tugged on his bottoms, pulling them past his hips and leaving them to rest just above his knees.

you didn’t waste any more time. you took him into your mouth within the first few seconds of him smacking his stomach. he moaned with your lips around him and held your face as you licked him thoroughly. you couldn’t stop once you started and it took everything in you not to give him that release as his hand tightened on your face and his hips began to move.

he didn’t protest or get upset when you pulled away, licking your lips and standing. he just kissed you deeply and you wondered if he liked the taste of himself in your mouth. you certainly did.

all of your blood was gathered at your center. your skin was bubbling to a boil and topper helped you cool down, shedding the rest of the clothes between you. your hands wandered all over him as you sat back on the bed, pulling him with you.

you separated for only a second to kiss just under his ear, panting, “i want you inside me. now. i have an IUD.”

topper’s hands paused, his fingertips brushing the underside of your breast. “no condom?” he asked, pulling away further to meet your eyes.

you nodded, biting your lip to keep from putting him inside you now. “as long as you’re okay with it?”

“are you sure?” his eyebrows furrowed and you couldn’t tell if he was worried about you or if he really didn’t want to.

you nodded again as you were having trouble finding words without your breath. “have you been tested lately?”

“before i came home. i’m clean,” he said, his hands moving again and squeezing your thighs.

you grinned as your stomach rolled. you pulled him back to you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and smiling against his lips. “me too,” you managed to say and laughed as the excitement poured over.

topper’s skin suddenly felt too hot, but you couldn’t pull your hands away from him if you tried. more blood rushed in between your legs. topper kissed you a few times before pulling away and leaning forward, his hand moving to your lower back to hold you upright while his other landed on the comforter to hold himself up. you drew your legs up around him and tugged him closer, breathing heavily as you anticipated his next move.

he swallowed thickly and averted his eyes down, his hand leaving your skin to grab ahold of himself. you bit your lip as you watched, seeing him swollen and ready and practically dripping. your stomach rolled into a tight ball as his hips grew closer and you bit your lips shut as a noise of surprise left you, floating around the room, when topper dragged his head along your folds painstakingly slow.

as much as you wanted to close your eyes to completely let your senses take over, you lifted them to topper’s face. he closed his eyes as he poked his head at your entrance. when he started to slip inside slowly, his mouth opened and his hand went back to hold you. you held your breath as you felt him inch after inch, filling you and stretching you.

his head fell to your shoulder once he was completely inside, a muffled curse leaving his lips.

“oh my god,” you said at the same time as he said, “god, you feel amazing.”

his hips retracted slowly, just as slow as how he entered, and his lips guided back to yours.

“c-can you move back a little?” he asked. the angle was probably straining him unlike you.

you nodded and didn’t have to do all that much as his hand kept you close to him, keeping himself inside of you, as you moved further onto the bed. you laid on your back and moaned as topper started to move, pinning your hips below his.

“you need to be quiet,” he said.

“why?”

“because my mom is right down the hall.”

“so? she obviously knows what we’re doing.”

“still.”

“oh, topper,” you moaned a little louder, a smile curling the corners of your lips.

topper’s hand landed over your mouth. you laughed into his palm and opened up to bite on his finger.

“you should move that hand a little lower,” you suggested, rolling your hips into his.

topper laughed breathily and a moment later, moved his hand to your neck. his hips drew back then and he thrusted, harder than before.

“oh, fuck,” you panted, tightening your hold on him.

“you like that?” he asked, his fingers flexing on your throat.

“mhm,” you managed, your face screwing up. “just like that.”

you sucked in a gasp, your breath staying in your lungs as topper did it again. you couldn’t look at him, couldn’t do anything but feel everything he was doing to you from your throat to him between your thighs. your back arched, pushing your breasts into his chest. you cried out the next time he thrust, hitting you so deeply, your nipples peeked to hardened points. fuck.

“don’t stop,” you couldn’t stop gasping. “please, don’t stop. it feels so good.”

tears pricked your eyes as he did it again, picking up a rhythm and sticking to it. his hand let go of your throat and gathered your hands into his, pinning them above your head as he fucked into you. the harder he went, the more your nails dug into the backs of his hands. his fingers tightened over yours and you cried out with your hips smacking. he didn’t cover your mouth this time, suddenly not caring if his mom heard you. you didn’t care either, you wanted this to go on all night. hopefully it would.

tears spilled when he didn’t let up his grip or his pace. they fell more as he drove into you quicker. it hurt so good, you couldn’t breathe. you didn’t dare open your eyes to see if he was enjoying it too. you hoped he was, you hoped he was loving pinning your hands down, driving into you like an animal. you didn’t know topper had this in him.

his hand let go of one of yours but you left it where it was as his thumb flicked your clit. your breaths grew higher within seconds and you tightened around him, your free hand flying to his arm where your nails dug in deep. you couldn’t stop the cry bubbling in your chest even if you wanted to. it was going to come out whether you liked it or not and topper wasn’t doing anything to muffle it.

“fuck—i’m going to come,” he sighed, his voice strained. was he losing it too? “come for me, please, baby. come with me.”

“top—” your muscles spasmed and everything exploded. you cried out his name however many times as you came over him, feeling him do the same as he thrusted and emptied inside you. his spurts were heavy and warm as his face buried into your neck, his mouth slick one moment then his teeth latching on to you. you grabbed the back of his head and pulled at his hair as he bit you, not hard enough to break the skin, but it still hurt so good.

“oh my god,” you panted as topper lay limp on you. you could feel both of your orgasms dissipating as your juices mixed and dripped out of you.

having let go of your neck, topper licked over the pulsing spot and lifted his head up to look down at you.

“are you okay?” he asked, sweat collected along his hairline. his thumb brushed your drying tears away.

“that was—i—topper,” you shook your head, wishing you could find the words. “i feel very good right now.”

he laughed, shaking your body with his and making you moan as you felt him rub inside of you. “i’m glad,” he said, kissing the underside of your jaw. “i think we need water and snacks so i’m going to go get some.”

“mmm. that’s a good idea.” you couldn’t bring yourself to wipe his sweat away just to feel it on your fingertips. you were spent.

he smiled and pecked your numb lips before sliding out of you and getting up.

cleaned up and under the covers, topper laid out an array of snacks and water bottles. you sat propped up against his pillows while he lay on his side, his head propped against his hand.

“will you come back next summer?” he asked, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth.

you reached for the cereal bowl of chocolate and stopped the smile from stretching across your face. “maybe.”

“i was looking for an answer more along the lines of yes.”

“you’ll have to be more persuasive then,” you hummed and chewed.

“i can be persuasive.” he was grinning and you couldn’t help thinking that he never looked better. tired, hair messy, dressed in just boxers, completely sated.

“oh yeah?” you raised a brow at him.

“mhmm,” he nodded, putting the fruit down and moving onto his hands and knees to crawl towards you. he grabbed ahold of the comforter and pulled it back a little, revealing your chest to the cool air. his head lowered to press a single kiss to the swell of your breast. then he moved to the other. he pressed a final kiss to your shoulder.

“how’s that?”

you shrugged the shoulder he just kissed and kept the smile off your face. mostly.

topper grinned again and it reached his eyes. he looked over you, down your chest, then slid his hand under the blanket to your thigh. “am i getting closer?”

you gasped and grabbed onto the back of his neck as his fingers ran up the inside of your thigh. heat swirled between your legs. “definitely.”

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What Happens in Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 1

Word Count: 4,885

POV: Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Smut, Drinking (all the good stuff)

Notes: Well here it is the new fic that’s been in my head. I tossed around a couple different guys for this, but some of you suggested Marky and well looks like it stuck. Trying to do this a little different and keep this in an all read POV, so we shall see how that works. I don’t see this being super long maybe between 5 or 6 parts. Hope you guys enjoy. As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!

They say that New York is the city that never sleeps but whoever 'they' is, well, they got it wrong. It has to be Vegas. Lights are always flashing whether you were indoors or out, the jangly sound of slot machines can be heard at all hours and the seven deadly sins seem to be on full display twenty-four hours a day. It's no wonder their tagline for years was 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.' If only that were true.

You wish you could blame someone else but you can't. Vegas was all your idea. As maid of honor, it fell to you to plan your best friend's bachelorette party, and in your mind, there was only one spot, Vegas. Now, you were second-guessing your choice as your head was pounding like there were a thousand drummers who decided to perform at the Super Bowl halftime show, only in your brain. There was only one thought that made it through the marching band playing in your head. What the hell happened last night?

 Maybe you should start off small, like where were you first, considering that the little drummer boy was now doing backflips in your head. You were definitely in bed, which was evident as you could feel the mattress underneath you. You could also feel the duvet comforter covering your body, but there was something else. Something a bit heavier, almost as if a weighted blanket was covering your stomach and your breast, but it wasn't that. It was an arm slung across your midsection and a very large hand cupping your one boob. God, you hoped it was still attached to a body. You should really take a peek. It would be the only decent thing to do.

 As you gradually lifted one eyelid open, the first thing you noticed was that you were not in your hotel room, as the wall looked completely different. No reason to panic, you told yourself. Everything would come back to you as soon as this god blessed pounding ceased. Peering the other eye open, you got back to business at seeing if there was a body attached to the arm currently trapping you to the bed. Carefully, you turned your head to the side to see a very large and very naked man firmly attached to the aforementioned arm. He was gorgeous as he lay there sleeping ever so peacefully. You drank in his features, kind of like you downed drink after drink last night. His brown hair had this golden hue to it that made your fingers want to reach out and touch it, though you refrained. Then there was the beard covering his face, not too much and not too little, and now that you were thinking about it; you definitely felt some of that beard burn on your thighs. If you could only remember last night. The only logical thing to do was to go back to the start of this, back to a time when you were sober.

 It started months ago when your best friend Kennedy got engaged. You honestly didn't see it coming that fast. She'd only been dating Ryan for a little less than a year, but he asked and she said yes, and when she asked you to be her maid of honor you screamed and laughed and cried, and told her you couldn't wait to plan her bachelorette party. Everyone knew the bridal shower was only for boring stuffy old aunts so that they could buy her the latest air fryer or new dish pattern. The bachelorette party was where all the fun was, and what better place to have it than Las Vegas.

 Of course, everyone agreed with you. The only wrench in the plan was that Kennedy decided to up her wedding date and make it a nine-month engagement. That barely left time to find a dress let alone plan the most outrageous bachelorette party of the century. You would've said decade but twenty-twenty was fastly approaching. Thankfully, you had connections. Night one was more sedate since you all were just arriving at the MGM hotel at different times; eleven of you in total when Ryan's sister decided to join at the last minute. You booked a private room at Lago in the Bellagio for all of you to enjoy.

 It was the second night, that was the piece de resistance. A limo picked you all up and took you over to Excalibur to see the legendary Australian group, Thunder from Down Under. I mean what was Vegas without seeing a male stripper or two. The next day, a private bungalow was waiting for you at Wet Republic in the MGM Hotel. One would've thought the night watching men strip naked would've been your undoing but apparently, it all started poolside.

 "I seriously can't believe he pulled you up on stage and proceeded to dry hump you up there," Kelsey rehashed.

 "Really, Kels?" Kennedy said downing another mimosa. "How could you not see that happening? (Y/N) has known Nate for a couple years. I mean he did get us front row tickets." This was all true. Nate, the emcee for Thunder from Down Under and you were friends, had been since your firm had done their calendar shoot two years ago. He had generously given you prime seating to the show that night and also set you up with a few other perks for the trip. "The only thing I'm surprised at, is that this one," she bumped you with her hip, spilling both hers and your mimosas. "Didn't end up going home with him last night."

 "Oh my god, Kenny you did not just say that." She may be the bride and your best friend but really, she was pushing the line.

 "Come on, it's not like it hasn't happened before."

 At least four pairs of eyes turned towards you, Ryan's sister Gretchen being one of them. "Ok, admittedly, I slept with him, once." Both Kennedy and Kelsey gave you that look. "Ok, maybe it was twice, but he has a girlfriend now, and we are just friends."

 "I'll give you that," Jade spoke up in your defense and suddenly she was going to earn the title of new best friend, not that the lines weren't blurred in your little group as you were all sort of best friends. "But what about Edward, the one with the turtle tattoo on his hip."

 "You were so looking at more than his hip." Eva teased while Jade simply hid behind her champagne glass. "But yeah (Y/N), he was totally hitting on you."

 "He was not."

 "Oh, he was," Kennedy added her two cents. "And as the bride I take offense, they should've been hitting on me."

 "Wait, why would they hit on you?" Jade sputtered. "You're taken bitch." Of course, bitch was said in the most loving way.

 "I'm not dead."

 "No, but I'm sure my brother wouldn't appreciate it." Leave it to Gretchen to be the mood killer. "I think I'm going to go take a nap. I'll meet you at the pool later."

 She headed out the door, and honestly, you were ecstatic about it, for she was too judgmental for your liking.  "Wait, Gretch, that's not what I meant."

 "Leave her go, maybe a nap would do her good." They were Jade's words but your sentiments. "Now back to why (Y/N) did not take that beautiful man up on his offer last night."

 "There was no offer," you insisted.

 "Come on (Y/N), there was an offer. There's always an offer. Remember when you were doing promo for that Batman flick." You tried to shut Kennedy up with a death glare, but she continued to prattle on. "We all know you ended up doing the nasty with Superman."

 "WHAT?!?!" Yeah, that definitely came out of the other nine people's mouths in the room.

 "Thanks, Ken. No one knew that but you."

 "Oops, my bad." She had the grace to at least be embarrassed about the whole thing.

 "You mean you slept with that guy, the British one, tall, all muscular, extremely good looking. Damn it what's his name." You could see Eva wracking her brain for his name and you just didn't want to go there.

 "Hen…"

 "Yes, him," you admitted, stopping Jade before she could finish his name. "Can we please change the subject?"

 "Why, when we are all living vicariously through you," Kelsey added. "Especially poor Kennedy, who is now committed to spending the rest of her life with one man."

 "Geez, you make it sound like a death sentence. I love Ryan and I'm perfectly fine spending the rest of my days with him."

 You had to suppress an eye roll. Not because you didn't think that Ryan and Kennedy weren't in love. If you were being honest, you just thought they were rushing things a bit. The problem was telling your best friend that; you tried in the past and never succeeded. "We know you're in love Kenny." And then because you couldn't stop yourself, you added. "It's just are you sure you want to be tied down so young? We still have our whole life to live."

 "Jesus, (Y/N). We all know you're not ready for marriage and what comes with it, but we can't all be you with your fancy job in LA, meeting celebrities all the time. Some of us have real lives and want to settle down and have a family."

 "Kenny, that's not what I meant." The last thing you wanted to do was argue with her at her bachelorette party. "I only want you to be happy."

 "You have a funny way of showing it." The air in the room took on a chill and not from the air conditioning. If you didn't do something soon this party was going to go downhill.

 "Oh, would you look at the time," Jade chimed in. "We should probably be heading down to the pool." Everyone grabbed their stuff, Kennedy giving you the cold shoulder as you made your way out of the hotel suite. Jade came up and wrapped an arm around you. "She'll be fine. She's just on edge after the whole Gretchen thing. We'll give her a few shots and you two will be good as new."

 "I hope so." Unfortunately, things weren't fine. Kennedy seemed to avoid you and your attempt to make things right, even after a few shots. That didn't stop you from taking a few more. You had a strict one drink to one water rule, that you threw out the door today. Downing shots like it was your job. It was probably an hour later when you were in one of the private pools, with a few of the girls that a large group of very attractive men walked in. They were definitely different from Nate and the guys from Thunder, and at first, you thought it was some fraternity get together with how young some of them looked, but at second glance there were some gentlemen that were your age or older.

 "They've gotta be baseball players," Eva whispered over after they took up residence in the three bungalows next to you.

 "Nah, none of them have a dad bod." Jade was right, they were too fit to be in the MLB. You'd been around enough major leaguers to know while some were incredibly in shape, some were not. That didn't seem to be the case with this group.

 "I'm gonna rule out NFL as well," you told the girls. "None of these guys look like they're an offensive guard. Those guys are huge." You noticed a few of them staring at the six of you that were in the smaller pool reserved only for the bungalows. Grabbing another shot, this had to be your fourth in just sixty minutes, you downed the drink really starting to feel its effects.

 "Looks like we may just find out here," Jade said, nodding to let you know some of the guys were headed your way.

 "Ladies, care if we join you?" One of the men asked, you had to admit he was extremely handsome but also gave off an air that he had more than a few notches in his bedpost.

 A couple of the girls nodded, but when no one said anything, you found yourself saying, "Come on in."

 "So, what brings you to Vegas?" This from a different guy, who had quite a number of tattoos covering his arms, and you had to admit that the ink just made him more attractive, that and his height. He was well over six feet tall and you didn't mind looking up to see his face as he took the seat next to you.

 "Bachelorette party," Jade blurted out and you saw a few eyebrows raise.

 "Tell me you're not the bride?" His breath was warm or maybe it was the sun, either way, you definitely felt a warmth in your belly that wasn't there moments ago.

 "I am definitely not the bride." Shit that sounded desperate. "Though I am the maid of honor, at least I hope I still am." You looked inside the bungalow to see Kennedy in deep conversation with Gretchen.

 "Hmm, sounds like there's a story there. Care to tell me? I'm Jacob by the way, though the guys call me Marky."

 He held out his hand, the one that didn't have a beer in it, and you took it. "(Y/N), and I'll tell you though it's rather dull, on one condition." He quirked a brow at you. "You tell me what sport you play."

 He chuckled. "What makes you think I play a sport? Maybe I'm an investment banker."

 "Well, first there's your accent, though I suppose you could pull off investment banker with that. Second, you are all…how shall I say this…physically fit. A quality most athletes have and considering the number of you; I doubt this is some kind of investment banker convention."

 "Ok, I'll give you that, though we could be bodybuilders or…" the lights on the billboard on the strip changed to a Thunder From Down Under ad and you saw a light bulb in his head go off. "Or male strippers." Shit, you almost spit your drink out on that one. "What, too much a stretch? Maybe it's your lucky day." He started to sway his hips in the pool, one of his friends joining him while you and Jade tried to contain your laughter.

 "Nah, it's already been (Y/N)'s lucky day with them. She knows them all rather intimately."

 "Jade!" you yelled at your friend, or ex-friend, though you weren't in a position to be losing anymore at the moment.

 "Oops." She at least had the decency to look embarrassed. Alcohol made everyone do some crazy things and Jade was no exception to the rule.

 "Intimately huh?" Jacob asked as you splashed water on Jade causing her to shriek and hide behind Jacob's friend who you learned was someone named Erik. "Have I lost the competition before it even starts?"

 "There's no competition."

 "So, you're single then?"

 "Yes, though you still haven't answered my question." As soon as Jacob heard you say yes, he slid a little closer to you.

 "What was that question again?" He said with laughter in his eyes and before you could get annoyed with him, though you doubted that would happen, he added. "I remember, just giving you a hard time. Anyhow, we play hockey."

 "Oh, nice. Like professional level? Or are there minors in that sport?" You really weren't one hundred percent sure. You'd taken in a game here and there but not really paid any particular attention to it.

 "We're in the NHL, playing for Vancouver. Just came out to do a little team bonding before the season starts. So, are we going to talk about this intimate encounter or why you think your maid of honor duties are getting revoked?"

 "I think I need another drink to talk about either of them."

 Jacob flagged down one of the personal waitresses for the area, requesting a couple of shots and drinks for you both, and you had to admit you liked the way he worked. "Now that that's taken care of…"

 You blew out a frustrated breath, more with yourself than anything else. "I said something stupid right before we came down here." He kept silent, his eyes totally focused on you and what you were saying. A refreshing change from some of the men you spoke to. "I just think she's rushing into things. They've only known each other a year and we are too young to get married. She's only twenty-five, we have our whole lives ahead of us. You know?" He simply nodded his agreement before you continued. "I want to see the world, go places, and do things before I'm strapped down to one man forever. Not to mention being tied down with kids. How can Kenny not want that too?"

 "I totally agree. I've gotten to see a lot with hockey but there's no way I want to be tied down just yet."

 "Exactly, you totally get me." Your drinks arrived then and Jacob took one shot and handed it to you before taking the other.

 "Well, I say we toast to being young and free with no commitments."

 "I'll drink to that." He clinked his glass to yours and the two of you downed the drinks. It seemed like the DJ noticed the change in your mood, as the music got louder and the energy seemed to kick up a notch. You got up and started to dance in the pool; the other girls joining in. It wasn't long before you felt Jacob behind you. His hips grinding into your backside, as his large hands encircled your waist.

 Drinks flowed freely the entire day, and if you were being honest, you couldn't remember a time you'd been that drunk before the sun had even set. You were laughing and dancing, and quite literally having the time of your life; your maid of honor duties completely forgotten at this point. Gretchen came up to you at some point and told you that she, Kennedy, and Kelsey were heading up and would catch up with the rest of you later. Everyone else was having too much fun with the Canucks to want to leave.

 A few more drinks and an hour later, the party was winding down. Most of your friends had headed up to their room to pass out, only a few stayed behind. Jacob had somehow maneuvered you into one of the bungalows that was empty. You shared a few kisses here and there out in the pool area, but now that you were out of view of prying eyes things were getting a bit more heated. Jacob's hands were on your ass, as his tongue was down your throat; not that yours wasn't doing the same thing to him. He moaned into your mouth, the sound going straight to your core. Your bikini bottom was no longer wet from the water of the pool, but the press of Jacob's cock against it.

 You both stumbled back, landing down on the large daybed in the bungalow, though somehow Jacob's reflexes softened your fall. His hands went straight to your breasts, kneading the flesh there. He was just about to untie the string of your bikini top when someone walked in. "Jesus, Marky! Take it upstairs would you!" You squinted trying to make out who it was but at this point not remembering anyone's name besides the man that was on top of you.

 "Oh, shit…thought I was in my room." It was funny, you thought the same thing. "Sorry, Jay."

 "His name is Jay? Like the letter?" you mumbled as Jacob helped you off the couch. "What comes after J?" Fuck you were drunk and when you were drunk you tended to ramble. You once actually talked to a damn parking meter because you thought it was a person, and you were pretty sure you could talk to one now if there was one around.

 "Doesn't matter, babe," Jacob said kissing your lips. "Wanna head up to my room?"

 You had to go up on your tiptoes to loop your arms around his neck. "Yes, I do." He planted a kiss on your lips then cupped your ass cheeks causing you to jump a bit.

 "Let's go," he finally said breaking the kiss. You had enough sense to grab your things and tell your friends not to worry that you'd catch up with them tomorrow. They all winked and nodded or at least that's what it looked like in your head because that's when things started to get hazy. You had vague recollections of making your way through the casino, stopping here and there. Part of you thought that the two of you even stopped to play roulette only so you could have another drink.

 You did remember tumbling through the door of Jacob's suite. His lips were on yours and neither of you were paying attention as he unlocked it. Thankfully his quick reflexes caught you; apparently, even when drunk, goalies couldn't lose some of those natural instincts.

 His hands, you remember them being everywhere on your body, and how incredible they made you feel. His calloused touch lit a fire inside you, that had nothing to do with the alcohol. He rid you of your white swim cover-up easily, flinging the garment across the room, and then his lips were all over your body. It was easy to recall the way he made you feel, as he softly bit down on your nipple through the fabric of your bikini. You'd craved this all afternoon. It had been a couple months since you'd been with a man and Jacob was everything you'd been waiting for.

 You ripped off his shirt. Your hands immediately going to his chest and roaming down his tattooed arms. He was all muscle, hard and lean everywhere, but when you slid your hand down inside his swim trunks to his cock; oh, it was hard all right, but lean was not a word you'd used to describe it. You were barely able to wrap your fingers around his girth, and as you stroked him, you realized God had not only blessed him with height but length as well. The man was made to star in a porno, you thought as you shoved his trunks down.

 Somehow, during that time Jacob had managed to get your bikini top off, though you supposed with its simple string ties it wasn't a hard feat to manage. You dropped to your knees, licking your lips before taking your tongue and swirling it around the head of Jacob's cock. "Det kanns sa bra min vackra prinsessa (that feels so good my beautiful princess)." Jacob's mumblings had you pulling back and looking up at him. "Don't stop, baby." This time you knew what he said as you slowly sucked him into your mouth. There was no way that you could take him all in, so you pumped the rest of him with your fist. You hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked him inside, using every trick in the book you knew. Jacob muttered more in Swedish to you, things you had no clue as to what they meant, but judging by his reaction they were things he was enjoying very much. He threaded his hands through your hair, pulling it back so you could look up at him with big doe eyes. "Jesus," he swore, his hips bucking into your mouth at the sight of you with his cock in it, looking like that. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out shouting," Tillrackligt, enough. I think you're trying to kill me, princess."

 There was something about the way he called you princess. It wasn't anything you'd been called before and most times you'd preferred babe or baby, but the way the word rolled off his tongue did things to your insides.

 Jacob helped you off the ground, his lips ghosting over yours before picking you up and tossing you onto the bed. His large form handled you easily, arranging your body just the way he wanted to before slipping off your bikini bottoms. His large hands worked their way from your ankles to your calves, all the way up to your thighs; spreading your legs as he went. "So beautiful." He traced his fingers lightly over your pussy lips and you quivered in anticipation of what was to come. One long finger slid between your folds all the way up to your clit, once, then twice, and then once again. "So wet, prinsessa, and all because of me."

 "Mmm, yes, Jacob." He dipped that same finger inside you then. The digit slipping in easily and so he added another. Then his mouth was there. Tongue flicking over your clit in a way that made you squirm with pleasure. "Oh yes," you moaned, caught up in the pleasure that was coursing through your veins. "Just like that." Your hips lifted up on their own accord, seeking more of what this giant of a man was doing to you. Jacob never let up, making a come-hither motion with his fingers and you found yourself unraveling around him; legs shaking, breath panting as your orgasm overtook you.

 “So pretty when you cum, prinsessa.” He pulled his fingers from your pussy then brought them to your lips. You opened without any thought, licking your juices off of them. Before you could get them clean, Jacob’s mouth joined yours, kissing you while you sucked on his index and middle fingers. Your tongues mingled together, as Jacob positioned himself between your thighs. The head of his cock nudged between your folds and you sighed into his mouth at just that first touch. Slowly, he filled your pussy, until he bottomed out. Only then did he release your lips. “Fuck you feel so good.”

 Jacob loved the feel of you clenching around him. It felt like he was in heaven. Part of him didn’t even want to move that’s how good your body felt, but then you shifted your hips up just a hair bit and he had to suck in a breath at the pleasure that went straight to his groin for fear he would spend inside you right then and there. He willed his body under control and only then started to move.

 With every snap of Jacob’s hips, a wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your nails raked down his back, probably leaving marks, but it seemed to only spur him on. “Yes, Prinsessa,” he moaned out, as you bent your knees allowing him to go deeper. You moaned as he hit that treasured spot that had you seeing stars. “You like that?” Another moan was his answer, as he continued to fuck you.

 That peculiar feeling started to wash over you. Your pussy fluttering around Jacob’s cock as the orgasm finally broke. Back arching, legs trembling, you were moaning out his name as the climax seemed to continue, as Jacob drove wildly into you. As you came down off your high, Jacob found his. With a few erratic thrusts, he was spending deep inside you with a loud groan. He slumped forward, his sweety forehead resting on yours. “Det dar var otroligt.” You looked at him curiously, your brain not working at all but also knowing he was speaking something in Swedish to you. He smiled, a glorious one that you found yourself getting lost in and you found yourself returning it. “I said that was amazing.”

 “Yes, it was,” you breathed out. Jacob rolled you both onto your sides, tucking you into his. It wasn’t long before both of you were passing out.

 Now here you were, finally putting most of the pieces together from last night. You looked back over at the sleeping man, who had given you such pleasure even in your inebriated state. He really was gorgeous. You honestly wouldn’t mind going for round two, after a couple of Tylenol, of course. Speaking of which you needed to get up and see if you had any in your bag. If only you could move him without waking him. You carefully took your right arm and went to move his left which was slung across you, but then something caught your eye. There on his ring finger was a ring. Oh, it wasn’t just any ring, it was a wedding ring! You knew he didn’t have it on when you were in the pool. You were not the type of woman to go hitting on a married man, let alone sleep with him.

 You pulled your other arm out from underneath him, fully intending to grab your stuff and get the hell out of there when you noticed a bright and shiny diamond on your ring finger. There was also a matching wedding band. Then like a tsunami hitting the beach of a small island a memory came flooding back to you of the two of you entering the hotel chapel. This man wasn’t married to just anyone, he was married to you!  

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[jjkyaoi]

hey besties i’m thinking about c!quackity again, so take this post. which is just me rambling abt him for an extended amount of time to the point where it’s almost concerning but that’s not the point just take the post

- quackity’s character, to me at least, is probably one of the most complex? like, it doesn’t seem that way to most ppl, because in the beginning he was the comedic relief character: back in the manberg era he was just joking around, laughing with the ppl of manberg and never taking anything too seriously? he was the life of the party, he was schlatt’s right vice that was basically just there for the fun of it more than anything, you could say. but. quickly, after the festival, he began to realize that things weren’t all fun & games. that the person he’d run with — the person who was in control of the nation, the person who’d he’d laughed and had fun with and bickered with wasn’t safe to run the nation anymore, wasn’t a good president and furthermore, wasn’t a good person. & you could say c!quackity isn’t the most morally set person, you could say that he isnt the best person & that he’s an antagonist, but he saw that c!schlatt wasn’t a good person, and he stood his ground and left him in the dust and went to go fight with the ppl who was actively mocking — who he was enemies of before, and that’s when his arc really started. take this with a grain of salt, because it’s something ppl believe & it’s something ppl don’t believe; but the fight that schlatt and quackity had? their relationship in general? it wasn’t healthy. during the fight c!schlatt was actively berating him for getting upset with him/berating him in general, talking to him in a mocking tone of voice, saying “oh, are you gonna cry?” and yelling at him in chat even when he was already lone gone from manberg — they weren’t friends. their relationship wasn’t healthy, from any way you look at it, especially considering the way you notice how c!quackity was still subtlety shaken up about the interaction when he was interacting with tommy afterwards. quackity, in that arc, also revealed that he hadn’t ever run for president of l’manberg for some sort of power trip: he revealed that it’s because he’s cared about l’manberg, and simply didn’t see wilbur as a fit ruler/wanted the best for l’manberg, & that’s why he went up against him because he thought he could give l’manberg the best; he’s cared about the country since the beginning, whether you like to believe it or not, and it makes it all the more heartbreaking that the man he’d thought was going to make l’manberg better — the man he entrusted to make l’manberg better just turned out to be worse than the ppl who they kicked out in the first place. in that arc i think c!quackity still cared about tommy and wilbur, to some degree, even though he actively mocked them behind their backs in manberg, and i honestly do think he thought manberg was what was best for what l’manberg once was and only left once those rose tinted glasses where taken from him — or, furthermore, once he saw how awful of a person c!schlatt really was.

- c!quackity is a person who cares deeply for his friends. he’s always quick to jump to their defense if & when he believes they’re being wronged in some way —the way he was outwardly outraged at c!tommy being exiled— and he’s willing to stick by their side, but also, what makes him an interesting character is that when he has a goal in mind, that care sort of takes a back seat and what takes the forefront in his mind is accomplishing his goal. he had a friendly relationship with c!tommy before the election arc, but he saw, in his mind that l’manberg wasn’t fit under wilbur’s reign and ran against them; an example of showing care, but also looking more at the grand scheme of things/caring more about his goal if it’s something he really wants to achieve. c!quackity is a incredibly stubborn & determined character, and if he wants something he’s going to get it, and he’s going to get it no matter what, which is both a strength and a weakness. it’s a strength because it makes him strong; it’s a strength because it makes him a worthy opponent, however. it’s a weakness because he gets sort of,,, tunnel vision,,,? whenever he wants to accomplish that goal? he pushes everything to the side when it comes to that goal, and that includes relationships with others. he was willing to have karl lose a canon life in order for their plan against eret to work. it’s something that could be detrimental to the safety of his friends/his relationship with his friends, and it’s detrimental to the safety of himself. another example is him guilt tripping sam in order for him to let him into the prison. another example is him putting an extreme amount of pressure onto c!tubbo’s shoulders/forcing him around during the butcher army to do what he wanted.

- c!quackity is good with his words. he’s funny, he’s charismatic, but also he’s extremely intelligently smart. he was able to go up against c!dream in a debate and even got him frustrated him enough that he felt the need to private message him with a warning. ppl tend to underestimate quackity because he isn’t that physically strong, he doesn’t have much when it comes to armor, but what he does have his words. he’s a cunning little shit (affectionate). in the butcher army he was able to come up with this plan against techno and was able to get the others to bend to his will petty easily, and during el rapids time against eret he was able to come up with a plan that would’ve worked perfectly fine if his friends weren’t all dumb idiots (affectionate). he’s a natural leader, because he’s got the brains to plan ahead and he’s got the charisma to execute that plan to a pretty good degree, and it’s even better because, once again, he’s willing to go to any length — pull out all the stops in order for his plan to work. he’s a mastermind, and he’s dangerous in a way where he’s unpredictable because you don’t know what he’ll do in order to get what he wants. and, glances at everything he’s doing to c!dream in canon to get what he wants, there’s clearly nothing stopping him in canon at this point in time. also considering the fact that he’s stripped everything that would be attachment/that would stop him from achieving his goal from him. glances down at him tearing down el rapids.

- c!quackity would be a very, very good antagonist to have because he’s always been a sort of cunning person that’s been on the morally gray side since the beginning, but now? now that we’ve seen how far he’s willing to go — now that we’ve seen the sort of,,,, dark path he’s fallen down since everything, the plan he has in mind? the fact that he’s going to revive fucking schlatt of all people once he gets what he wants? casino man by beloved; what fucked up shit r u gonna do. i am so ready for it.

- tldr: c!quackity is a super interesting character and he deserves to be fucked up and evil. as a treat <33