#and i also really really want to get those fancy grind shoes and make me some sonic soaps but shoes expensive </3 </3

[zosonils]

i should take commissions again i have a lot of stuff to spend money on this year

[lokiskitten]

Darling I loved adventurous trip soooo much - I thought that you maybe could do a second part where the deflowers the Reader? Or maybe he gives her first head? I am not sure you can choose 🥰 If not that’s also perfectly fine thank you

Tom Hiddleston | adventurous trippt2

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : ( refer to part 1 ) after the eventful afternoon you guys spent together, you decide to offer Tom your virginity. He therefore takes the initiative to drive until a motel where you two decide to spend the night.

warnings : smut, age gap, kissing, deflowering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, intra!ejaculation.

Wind brushed through your hair as Tom drove onto one of the many isolated roads of Britain, his hand gently resting onto your thigh whilst the other one kept a firm grip of the steering wheel. A small smile had progressively formed on his lips, his sunglasses gracefully resting on top of his nose as he hummed along the song which played on the radio. Your childish self playfully stared out of the window, watching the landscapes that passed by and disappeared at a rather fast pace whilst enjoying the warmth Tom’s palm offered your upper thigh.

“I don’t want to go home.” You suddenly affirmed, catching the grown man’s attention as he took half a second to shoot you a simple look. He then looked back at the road, thumb rubbing against your clothed flesh. “We don’t have to. We can stop somewhere else for the night.” He answered reassuringly, earning joy from your tormented soul. Now, this was one of the reasons to why you loved him : he was always willing to participate in your unexpected change of plans. “That’d be lovely.” You responded, your hand now landing on top of his in order to accentuate the physical contact you desperately craved for.

This upcoming event managed to strike some confidence within your heart. If you had behaved shyly at first, the accumulation of physical contact and interactions easily led you to crave for more. You wanted Tom to be the first. “I want you to be the first.” You announced, earning an eyebrow raise from the older man who also stood as your best friend. He seemed surprised to hear such a thing, yet his rational heart also felt flattered that you were willing to offer him all of your trust by giving yourself to him. “Well..” He spoke lowly, clearing his throat in order to offer himself some extra time to think about all of this.

“Is it really what you want?” He ended up asking on a rather serious tone, which allowed you to guess that he was nowhere near being joking. Now, this made you shift in your seat as a layer of anxiety now took over your formerly confident mindset. Tom had managed to make you doubt due to his cold words. “Umh.. yes?” You responded hesitantly, fearing that this would also reduce the chances you had for the older man to believe you. “Mmh.” Groaned Tom as his vehicle penetrated into a random Motel’s parking lot. He stopped his car into one of the emplacements before turning off the engine, his body then turning towards yours as he was now able to focus his entire attention on your saddened self.

Instead of speaking up, the man unexpectedly began to caress your hair before bringing a few loose strands behind your ear. His thumb and index finger took a gentle hold of your chin in order to move your face towards his, ocean blue eyes making contact with your rather turned off self. “Hey..” he began calmly, wanting to slowly dip you into the subject. “You don’t owe me anything. You know that, right?” Tom questioned, earning an understanding nod from you. Never once had you thought that you owed your friend something, but it was probably better for him to see and understand it with his own eyes. “Right.” Tom finished before turning back around and reaching for the door handle.

He opened the door of the vehicle before stepping out of the car, anxiously looking around and seeking for random people passing by which he thankfully didn’t spot. Tom had always enjoyed peace, but also remained aware that motels didn’t necessarily have a good reputation. The last thing he wished was to put you in danger. You got out of the car as well, slamming the door shut after yourself before beginning to follow the grown man until the motel’s reception desk. It didn’t take long for the two of you to book a room for the night, which Tom generously agreed to pay by himself, before being handed the key to your temporary apartment.

The room was petty, and so was the decoration and global hygiene. Yet the fact that you would get to spend an entire night with your friend managed to make you forget about all of those irrelevant details. Tom dropped his jacket onto one of the chairs after he had taken care of closing the door behind your agitated silhouette. His body turned towards yours, mind remembering about what you’ve previously told him in the car. His hands traveled up to your cheeks which he rubbed with his thumbs, the man taking steps forward in order to make you automatically back away towards the bed. Tom looked right into your soul, yet without ever appearing intrusive nor inappropriate. In contrary, it all felt amazingly right.

His lips ended up pressing against yours again, offering you another taste of his flesh for the first time since you had put an end to your first intercourse back in the car. You allowed yourself to shyly kiss back as the back of your legs collided with the dirty mattress, a sensation which managed to pull you back into reality. Pulling away, Tom watched in awe as you took the initiative to lie down on the bed yourself, your head soon colliding with the stiff pillows whilst your friend took care of patiently removing your shoes. He allowed himself to pull off your sock, his lips offering your ankle a delicate kiss whilst his ocean blue eyes continued to stare at your face.

A smile then appeared on his lips as the grown man began to lower his silhouette in order to get on top of you, your hands reaching out for his shoulders which you held in a needy manner. If you hadn’t hold yourself back, whimpers could’ve easily been escaping your lips by now. You were desperate to receive more of him. Again, his mouth came in contact with your open lips- tongue slipping inside of your mouth in order to get a taste of your saliva. You enjoyed this brand new, warm and moist physical contact. Tom’s hips soon began to grind against yours, his cock hardening within his pants at the thought of getting to intimately discover your body in a couple of minutes.

Though you were usually considered as an overthinker, this new position managed to make you forget about anything which didn’t regard the upcoming matter. You could feel genuine love and passion burning through every single of Tom’s kisses, his large hands roaming your waist as his hips continued to happily collide with yours. The scent which erupted from his neck and overall silhouette was quite intoxicating- the man having done a great job when it came to choosing the right cologne. An eager moan came out of your mouth, catching Tom off guard and leading him to chuckle playfully.

His body hovered above yours, arms now holding him up so that his blue eyes would be able to make proper eye contact with you. “What was that?” He questioned ironically, obviously looking forward to ease the ambiance by teasing you. You hid your face behind your palms, smile appearing on your lips as Tom used one of his hands to move your arms away from your pretty face. The eye contact the two of you now engaged managed to make your heart melt, nothing but pure honesty reflecting in Tom’s ocean blue orbs. Anyone with a good instinct was easily able to feel if a specific person possessed negative intentions, and you could genuinely tell that your friend neared none of those bad thoughts.

“You’re beautiful.” He affirmed calmly, earning a head tilt from your shy self. You never truly knew how to properly react face to receiving an unexpected compliment. After taking a few seconds waiting for an answer, Tom decided to break the silence by beginning to go down on you, his large hand trailing down your thigh until he was kneeling in between your legs. His hands began to unbutton your jeans, which were then removed in order to allow the older man to praise your bare flesh. He lifted your leg up to his face, lips spraying rough kisses and gentle bites onto your inner thigh- moves which sent chills down your spine. You tilted your head back as your hands took a firm hold of the bedsheets.

Face to your positive reaction, a smirk appeared on Tom’s lips as his eyes were directed towards your face, lips still pressed against your skin as he progressively made his way towards your crotch. If you once felt intimidated by the thought of such an interaction, you couldn’t help but now want things to accelerate and accentuate. A few extra shy moans came out of your mouth upon sensing Tom’s nose near your clothed cunt, your genitals throbbing and soaking up underneath the comfortable cotton panties. One of your hands reached down for his shoulder, leading the man to look up at your exhilarated self. You were pulling onto his shirt- either suggesting for him to take it off or make his way back up to your upper body.

Being torn apart by doubt, Tom sat back up on his knees before beginning to unbutton his fancy shirt he once took off for you in the back of his vehicle. His defined abdominals were revealed to you yet again, your eyes still as pleased by this satisfying view. Smiling down at you, the man tossed the article of clothing away before leaning back down, lips colliding with yours in order to form a passionate kiss. You were now easily able to feel his hardened cock and that even through his pants, a sensation you couldn’t potentially get enough off and which sent your own genitals crazy. You were now desperately gripping onto his hair, wishing to install a little bit of extra heat within this already eager intercourse.

Tom obviously understood your signals as one of his hands traveled down until his pants which he began to undo, the other forearm keeping his body up above yours and making sure not to accidentally crush your smaller self. You looked down at his hurried action, your hands resting against your own chest as your eyes admired his perfectly veiny hands. In order to remain active as well, you ended up sitting up to remove your shirt, leaving yourself in nothing but your bra and comfortable panties. This was an initiative which visibly pleased the older man who barely just got done with unbuttoning and sliding off his trousers. As soon as he managed to get rid of his pants, the British gentleman was back at it again, more eager than ever.

His lips now praised your neck, the scent of your pheromones driving his own senses absolutely crazy. One of his hands dared to begin to massage your breast, offering it exactly the perfect amount of attention it needed and craved for. Your breath was shivery, and so was his. Tom was soon to begin a well deserved dry humping session, his hips eagerly colliding against yours as if he wanted you to get used to the upcoming interaction before it had even started. You moaned as you felt his warmth against your crotch, clit and lips throbbing out of need and envy face to such inviting manners.

“More..” you begged silently, eyes opening only to end up making contact with his. Tom smiled down at you, appreciating the way you seemed to be feeling more confident about the overall situation. “My fierce little girl..” he praised happily, his lips then pressing a kiss to your forehead. One of Tom’s hands slid down until his underwear which he pulled down, revealing his stiff member which you didn’t even bare to look at for now. Then, the grown man took a few steps back in order to remove your own panties, which were then tossed to the side like most of the pieces of clothing you once wore. Falling back down between your legs, an unexpected shiver ran down your spine as his warm tip collided with your clit.

Again, it was a brand new feeling you would surely get accustomed to, and which you would probably soon be begging for more of. But for now, anxiety had managed to take over your organism again. “It might hurt a little at first. The best you can do is relax, breath.” Tom explained reassuringly, not wishing for this upcoming sensation to take you off guard and potentially scare you for good. One of the male’s hands took ahold of your thigh, lifting it up against his hip and keeping it there whilst he began to line up with your sensitive entrance. Meanwhile, you calmly rested where you’ve been lying for a couple of minutes now whilst waiting for Tom to finally penetrate your cunt.

His tip ended up pushing inside of you at a slow pace, allowing your entrance to take the time it needed in order to stretch and accustom to his rather prominent size. A guttural groan escaped Tom’s lips upon finally feeling his cockhead being wrapped in your wetness, this sensation sending shivers down his spine and tickles within his own genitals. On another hand, you couldn’t help but wince silently in order not to offend your friend, your hands taking ahold of his shoulders for both physical and mental support. Thomas waited a couple of seconds before beginning to push himself further in, his girth breaking through your hymen which thankfully didn’t hurt one bit. It only felt as if something was stretching you out, but pain lacked.

Once he had finally reached balls deep, the calm adult looked down at you in order to spot potential facial expressions which could’ve betrayed the fact that you felt uncomfortable. He would obviously wait until these had eased up before he could begin to thrust in and out of you. The warm sensation of his balls pressed against your ass managed to pull you out of your negative thoughts, as it was a small add up indeed but which still managed to bring joy to your lustful heart. Your cunt couldn’t help but unintentionally contract around his member, leading Tom to wince every time your walls squeezed and got tighter against your will. It was a pleasuring feeling, but which also made the man crave for more.

After waiting for a couple of long seconds, Tom took the initiative to move out of your tight self, earning fainted hisses from you which progressively faded away the more his hips thrusted against and away from your crotch. Thankfully for the two of you, the minor previous foreplay had managed to soak you up perfectly- which obviously made it less painful for you than it could’ve been. You were now fully able to enjoy the beginning intercourse, your arms wrapping around Tom’s neck and pulling him closer to your desperate silhouette. Your eyelids closed, your brain seeking for extra concentration through this sexual interaction. Never once you had thought it could feel that good, and even less with a man who was twice your age. To be frankly honest, you hadn’t truly questioned the matter until today.

Tom moaned against your ear, his gutteral groans sending chills down your spine and shockwaves of pleasure through your crotch. Your entrance continued to occasionally contract around his thick girth, making the overall interaction even more enjoyable for the older man who was seeking intense sensations. You absolutely loved feeling his warmth against yours, the way his smooth skin would rub against your flesh in such a nice manner. You absolutely didn’t regret trusting him through this scary process, and you were now rewarded for your boldness and courage. The bedhead rocked against the wall as Tom thrusted in and out of you, hips rolling against yours in divine manner. None of you could potentially care nor even think about the neighbors’ tranquility at the moment, as you were too intoxicated by the ongoing intercourse to pay attention to your surroundings.

Thomas unexpectedly bit down onto your neck, teeth taking a gentle hold of your flesh as if the man wished to make you his, to mate, tame and claim you as his. As primal as it could appear, you enjoyed it. Besides, your heart now irrevocably belonged to him, which left no room for another man, or woman, to steal your devoted attention. His thrusts were now getting sloppier, exhausted pants exiting Tom’s lips as his hands moved underneath your back before taking ahold of your shoulders- probably in order to keep you in place when he would finally come. Again, you managed to bump into this rather primal side of his through small details such as this one. However, before you could think any further, you suddenly and unexpectedly felt a warm substance fill up your hole, staining your walls with heat and lust. Had he just..?

Seemingly satisfied moans escaped Tom’s lips as his hips remained tightly pressed against yours, balls twitching as they sent warm sperme shooting through his sensitive urethra which remained locked with your cervix. If there was a chance for you not to get pregnant, your friend had just wiped it off the list. The grown man moved up, face looking down at your crotch as he pulled out of you. “Ohhh... fuck.” He moaned, cum soon beginning to flow out of your twitching entrance. Now, this was an extremely delicious sight to the man who had a breeding kink- and who enjoyed admiring his good work. His thumb traveled up to your clit which he began to rub and tease; once again sending shockwaves of pleasure through your crotch. Your entrance contracted unwillingly, leading more semen to squirt out of your exhausted and sweaty self.

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[slyttherins]

Unexpected flame (part 6) | Fred Weasley x Sirius Black's daughter

Believe it or not, but Gryffindors were known to have great parties. And, unlike Slytherin, they weren't too strict about who could enter the party. Everyone was welcomed, as long as they didn't damage their common room or picked fights - which was a basic rule.

Music blasted as Juliet danced with Luna, showing the blonde more modern moves. Ginny, on her end, was looking for Harry, thinking the small bit of alcohol she drank would be enough to ask the Chosen One to dance with her.

''Has any of you seen Harry?'' she asked, stumbling over to two girls with alcohol on her breath.

Juliet spotted him in a corner of the common room, looking at Cho Chung the way Ginny wished he was looking at her. ''I saw him going that way with Ron,'' she said, pointing in the opposite direction. ''Perhaps they went to get drinks.''

''If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him, okay?''

On that, she disappeared in the crowd.

''Should we tell her about Cho?'' Juliet nodded at the fellow Ravenclaw sitting with Marietta Edgecombe on a couch.

Luna followed her friend's gaze. ''Unless there's a possibility Cho and Harry might get together, I say no.''

Luna was right. Why crush Ginny's hopes when nothing was even close to be official? As far as Juliet knew, Cho was still hung on Cedric - his tragic loss still fairly recent - and grieving. She had seen her crying in front of his memorial by Hufflepuff's common room last week and she didn't look like she was ready to move on to another boyfriend anytime soon. Sorry harry.

''Do you think there is a chance that Harry might like Ginny back?''

''Perhaps. For now, I think he sees her more as his best friend's little sister than a love interest.''

''Hopefully he'll open his eyes and see how amazing she is.''

''Hopefully,'' Juliet agreed.

Over Luna' shoulder, Juliet caught sight of Fred who was looking rather hot in his button up with the first top buttons undone. It was a nice change from the sweaters. He was laughing with Lee Jordan and some other friends, a red cup on his right hand.

''Until summer is over,'' they had agreed, back in her bedroom at Grimmauld Place as Fred slipped her cami over her head, hands caressing the newly uncovered skin.

Back then, it had seemed to be a good agreement, but two month had passed since Juliet had last had a taste of the redhead's lips and she was craving him.

''I'm gonna get more beer. Would you like anything?'' Juliet asked, hoping Luna would say no so she didn't have to actually get beer. Juliet didn't really want beer. She just needed an excuse to wander away and go talk to Fred.

Luna declined her offer and kept dancing. She twirled on herself while making odd fly catching movements with her hands. Juliet shook her head. She really was one of a kind.

Juliet smoothed down her dress before walking over to the twins.

''Hey, Black,'' George greeted, seeing her approaching their way. ''Having fun at our party?''

Upon hearing her name, Fred had turned around, feeling his stomach tighten as she stopped before them. His eyes went up and down, from her sparkling eyes and lightly flushed cheeks to the thin straps on her shoulders, exposing a lot of skin up there. There was no denying, she looked hot.

''Very much,'' she replied with a grin. Around them, colorful lights were flashing in the room from some muggle device someone had brought, giving it a club-like ambiance. ''Ravenclaws have parties too, but nothing like this.''

''I think I saw Ginny by the fireplace,'' Fred said, assuming she was looking for his sister.

''Actually, it's you I was looking for. Fancy a dance, Weasley?'' Juliet asked boldly, biting down her bottom lip as she stared right at Fred.

''I can dance with you if he doesn't want to go-'' one of the twins' friends proposed, but his words were interrupted by an elbow nudge from Fred.

Fred put down his empty cup and followed Juliet to the dancing area of the common room, admiring how the black dress hugged her curves the right way as they walked.

Juliet knew what she was doing to him. She had put this dress on purpose, knowing it would get Fred's attention, missing how things were during summer.

Once they reached the dancing area, Juliet snaked her arms behind his neck and Fred pressed his forehead against Juliet's and followed her moves, not wishing to lose body contact with her.

''This is very different than the last time we danced together,'' Fred said, his breath tickling your neck.

Very different, indeed.

At the Yule Ball, Juliet was only looking to make good memories with her friends, but tonight, she was hoping to lure herself in Fred's arms - and bed.

She hummed.

As they danced, Juliet could smell Fred's cologne - which she had dearly missed. She could also smell the firewhiskey on his breath, the appetizer for a good night.

Known as the party-er one, it wasn't surprising that Fred Weasley wasn't a bad dancer - the guy had moves - and Juliet would be lying if she said she didn't like it. Fred's hands moved down her sides, easily following her moves.

They were probably giving a show to their classmates, but they certainly weren't the worst. Someone was most certainly making out in a corner with their hand under a skirt. Parties at Hogwarts were wild.

Feeling hot from dancing, Juliet flipped her hair over her shoulder as she turned around in his hold and began grinding her hips against Fred. The older boy smirked, enjoying this new position.

.

After a few songs, they parted ways and Juliet sat on a couch with Ginny, listening to her hating on Cho Chung.

''I don't see what he sees in her.''

She wasn't wrong.

''They have nothing in common!''

''Beside quidditch, but they aren't on the same team.''

''I like quidditch too,'' the redhead recalled. ''I just made it to the team. I'm only a substitute seeker, but that's a start, right?''

Juliet abstained to tell her that Cho was the official Ravenclaw seeker.

''And Harry needs spice in his life. Not someone bland like Cho.''

''Look at my hair, I'm spice.'' Ginny flicked a piece of her ginger hair and Juliet brought her lips to her red cup.

Juliet's fun was cut short and replaced by jealousy as she watched Fred and Angelina dance together by the drink table. They weren't dancing the way she and him had been earlier, but it still fuelled her stomach with jealousy. How could he?! Juliet's jaw clenched, but she reminded herself that Fred wasn't hers.

''Do you want a refill? I'm gonna get more beer.'' Ginny said, getting up from the couch. She stumbled a bit, but regained her balance.

''Firewhiskey.''

.

Hours later, Juliet was still on the couch, but Ginny was no longer by her side. Her eyes were feeling heavy and she was getting sleepy.

Before she could pass out, George found her. ''Juliet? Merlin's beard,'' he said under his breath, concerned about her. ''How much did you drink?''

She shrugged, not responding to his question and George sighed. He glanced around for his sister or Luna, but none of them were in sight. He couldn't leave her there. Not knowing what else to do, George slid her arm around his neck and brought her up to his dorm with Lee's help.

He couldn't get her to her dorm because of the stupid old-fashion protection rule for the girls' dormitory and it would also require getting into the Ravenclaw headquarters - and George had no idea how to do that. Their passwords were stupid riddles and they weren't his forte.

The boys put her down on Fred's bed, George's having Weasley Wheezes samples on it. Why hadn't he put it away before going down in the common room to party?

''Is she okay?'' Lee asked George before going to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

''Yeah. She just needs sleep.''

''Freddie?'' Juliet asked drowsily, eyes barely open.

George smiled apologetically. ''Wrong one,'' he told her gently. He sat on the bed and removed her shoes, thankful it wasn't one of those complicated, lace up ones.

She nuzzled in the pillow and closed her eyes again. Why had she drank this much?

George was about to tuck her in when the door opened and Fred walked in, still in a party mood. He had only come up to get some sweets to sell downstairs, but he stopped abruptly when he saw Juliet laying on his bed, looking knocked out.

''Finally, you're here.''

''Why did you bring her here? I'm not her boyfriend.'' He sounded bitter and a little drunk too.

''What was I supposed to do? Leave her on the couch? I know I'm the responsible twin, but I assumed you had common thinking.''

Fred sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. George was right. Taking her to their room was smart. Gryffindors weren't wrong-minded, but when alcohol was involved, anyone could've taken advantage of her. Fred felt sick at the idea.

''Sorry. I just...I had a long night.''

''You're not the only one, as you can see.'' George nodded at Juliet.

She reached out and grabbed at one of the twins' arm. ''Freddie? Is that you?''

''Yeah, it's me,'' he replied and sat on the bed, giving his attention to the raven haired girl.

''Can you stay with me?''

[oopsiedoopsie23]

Not another rich girl | Ander Muñoz x reader

A/N: I’m actually motivated to write 2 imagines back to back? Who the fuck am I? Anyways, I know that this request included smut but I tried and it was just super cringe to me so I had to scratch that, but I hope that this imagine is still good! Oh and this is a long one bitches, so happy reading!

Request: hi! i love your writing! could u possibly write something smut with ander (being straight) ? like he goes out one night just to find a girl to have sex with, and the meets the reader and have sex with her and on the next day he finds out she’s the new girl frim his school. and the like fall in love and something like that

Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, swearing

Clutching both you and your friend’s drinks in both hands while also trying to keep your favourite clutch from falling onto the floor was not as easy as you thought it would be, not to mention with the crowds of people around you dancing and sucking each other’s faces off.

You gasp when someone bumps into you causing you to stumble, but before you could face plant in the middle of the dance floor, you feel a pair of hands catch you.

“Holy fuck!”

You hear a low voice chuckle, “I just saved your life.”

“Yeah thanks, I think my friend would have killed me if I showed up without their drink.”

You hear him chuckle once again and it literally sounds like music to your ears.

The two of you stand there for a moment in the middle of the dance floor, looking at one another before he awkwardly sticks his hand out for you to shake, 

“Ander.”

you smile, before awkwardly motioning to the drinks still in your hands, “I would shake your hand but mine seem to be a bit full.”

You giggle as his cheeks redden at the realization.

“Here,” you take one of the drinks in your hands and place it in his outstretched one, “now, I can shake your hand.”

He smirks and shakes his head, almost in disbelief, but still shakes your hand,

“Beautiful and smart, I like that.”

“Hot and cocky, not sure if I like that.” you smirk, 

“Would it change if I help you carry these drinks so your friend won’t kill you?”

You pretend to seriously think about the option even though you both knew that there was no way you would turn down his offer, “I’d reconsider it.”

Ander sarcastically rolls his eyes and lets you lead him through the crowded dance floor to a small table in the corner of the room where another girl impatiently sits, with her phone in her hands.

“Y/N c’mon that took you li-” You roll your eyes knowing what’s about to happen, 

“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize that Y/N would bring something else back besides our drinks.”

You scoff and give Ander an apologetic look, “Y/F/N, chillax, he saved me from falling on my ass and helped me bring the drinks back.”

You practically forced the drink into their hands to stop them from saying anything else before turning to Ander once again, “Sorry, they’re a little drunk.”

He gives a sheepish smile, “Nah, don’t worry about it, I’m sure my friends wouldn’t have been much better if I showed up with you carrying our drinks to our table, too.”

Your eyes widened at the revelation, “Holy shit you’re here with people? Sorry, they must be worried about where you are!”

Ander gives another chuckle that makes your heart flutter, “Nah don’t worry about it, we come here often enough for me to know that they’re probably sucking each other’s faces off by now.”

Your face scrunches up into a face of pure disgust making Ander chuckle once again, “Only single one in the group?”

“Is that your way of asking me if I’m single?”

“Don’t flatter yourself pretty boy.”

“So you think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re a boy.”

“Can you two find a bathroom to hook up in, already? The sexual tension between you two is killing me.”

The two of you turn to look at your friend, now with an empty glass in their hand, cheeks tinted red, drunkenly laughing at your facial expressions,

You’re about to give them another rhetorical response when they abruptly stand and walk past you, muttering about getting another drink. 

“Well...they’re...”

“A bitch when drunk? Yes, yes they are.”

The two of you sit down at the now empty table, and the both of you fall into a comfortable silence as you look around the club, watching various drunk teens stumble around.

You’re entertained watching a group of teens around your age on the balcony, drunkenly laughing and grinding on one another when Ander drags you out of your thoughts, 

“And that, is why I’m here with you.”

“What?”

“Those drunken bastards back there,” Ander points back to the group of friends that you were watching, “Are my friends.”

You burst out laughing much to Ander’s amusement,

“Sorry, it’s just that...they seem to be on a whole other level of drunk compared to everyone else in here.” You lift your arm, motioning to the others in the club to prove your point, 

“No, I get it, like, don’t get me wrong, I’m down for getting drunk, but...”

“You don’t want to be grinding and making out with all of them.”

“That, and I’m the only single one in the group.”

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Yeah, yeah, doesn’t really help that they’re all dating each other too.”

Your faces scrunches up again, making Ander burst out laughing, 

“C’mon then pretty boy, let’s go take shots to take your mind off of your horny friends.” You stand up and take his hand, dragging him out of his seat, 

“You must really like my looks, don’t you?”

“Because of that, you’re paying.”

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After an hour of shots and bottles of champagne (you didn’t bother questioning Ander’s strange mix of alcohol), you and Ander were left laughing and stumbling through the streets after sending your friend home in a taxi. 

Ander led you through streets and alleyways until the two of you were standing at a lookout point, at the edge of town,

The two of you stand there for a moment in silence, hand in hand, looking at the view, until you break the silence, 

“If we spent this whole night flirting just for you to kill me, I’ll be super pissed.”

Ander chuckles for what feels like the hundredth time that night, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter, 

“How would you even be pissed at me if you’re dead?”

“I have my ways.”

Another comfortable silence engulfed the two of you before you broke it once again, 

“I wish this moment lasted forever.”

“Well it would if you could keep quiet for more than 30 seconds.”

You pout causing a wide smile to spread on Ander’s face while he pinches your cheeks. 

“Anyways, tell me why you want this moment to last forever.”

You sigh, turning away from the boy to face the beautiful view, 

“My dad just got a huge promotion and apparently I’m not good enough for a regular public school now, so he’s sending me to some fancy, rich kid school.”

Ander smiled, wrapping his arm around you, 

“C’mon it probably won’t be that bad.”

“There’ll probably be a lot of people acting like your friends, there.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“You tell me.”

“Touché.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol still coursing throughout both of your veins, or the butterflies still fluttering in your stomach but the next thing you know, Ander’s lips are on yours, your hands are on his face, tracing his jawline and his hands are drawing circles on your hips. 

The two of you move in sync, hands travelling down the others’ body, trying to get as much as you could of the other before either of you could change your minds. 

Ander slowly pulls back, letting you both catch your breath before silently leading you down a set of stairs to an abandoned couch.

“This totally isn’t sketchy at all.”

Ander turns to you, eyes sparkling, “Do you trust me?”

You smile and close the gap between the two of you once again, letting your lips connect, “Of course I do.”

“Good.”

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You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and a bright light shining on your face, at first you just groaned and rolled over but when you bumped into a hard chest, your eyes widened in realization and you had to cover your mouth quickly to stop yourself from screaming. 

You sit up and quickly scramble for your phone, sighing in relief when you find it on the ground with your abandoned clutch and heels. Turning it on, you gasp when you see the time, 5:00 am. 

You had exactly 3 hours to find a cab, explain to your parents why you were still in your dress from the night before, sit through their boring lecture about being responsible, change into your new uniform, and run out the door. 

You sigh and pick up your shoes, making sure you had all of your things before a new realization dawned on you...Ander.

Sweet, charming, Ander, who was still sleeping peacefully on the couch, oblivious to your leaving. 

You walk over to him, running a hand through your hair before giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead. 

May we meet again, sweet Ander.

Giving the sleeping boy one last look, you turn around, and walk away. 

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Ander grumbled as he walked into the full classroom. 

“Did someone not get enough sleep last night?” 

Ander shot a smiling Guzmán a glare before sitting down at his usual table.

“I saw you with that hot girl last night.” Guzmán sang once again, wiggling his eyebrows.

Ander let out a groan, trying to ignore Guzmán’s childish gaze.

“I mean, where did you even go? Your mom called and I had to tell her that you were sleeping at my house.”

“Drop it Guzmán.” 

Guzmán‘s smile dropped as he scooted closer towards his best friend, a concerned look adorning his face upon noticing the anger and sadness laced in Ander’s voice,

“Ander, I know you’re not okay, what the fuck happened?” 

“She fucking left me, okay? She left this morning without a word.”

“Ander...”

“I’m fine Guzmán, seriously it happens, I just- I thought that she was different.”

Before the boy could respond, the two hear the voice of Ander’s mom interrupt their conversation,

“Attention all of you, we have a new student today and I hope that you all give her a warm welcome.”

Ander groans, “Jesus Christ, not another rich girl.”

But his heart stops when a familiar pair of eyes are looking back at him, from the front of the room. 

“Now everyone, this is Y/N L/N, would you please have a seat next to Ander, over there?”

He watches in shock as you give a slight nod and smile to his mother and slowly make your way towards him.

“Hi...” you awkwardly mutter as you sit down in the empty chair beside him.

His jaw clenches but he doesn’t say a word, instead trying to ignore your pleading look and Guzmán’s confused one. 

But after about 15 minutes of silence, he couldn’t take it anymore, 

“Why did you leave without saying goodbye?” he whispers, so only you could hear,

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you gulp and hesitantly turn towards him, 

“I didn’t know what to say...hey I got to go home and get ready for my first day at the best school in the fucking country that apparently you go to, too?”

Ander couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped him and gently nudged your shoulder with his, 

“Hey, now you can go to the club with the horny bastards and I.”

He laughed as you made the scrunched up face of disgust that made his heart beat ten times faster.

“Jesus Christ, do I have to?”

[okarawrites]

Heyyyy, love your writing. I always get pretty giddy when I see a new update from you! Was wondering if I could request a RenoXReader with a date night planned, both dressed to the nines but the outfits kind of lead to them not being able to get out of the kitchen. The smuttier, the better. Much love xoxo

The smuttier the better you say??? challenge accepted! Also thank you so much that’s so kind of you to say! xx

 Even though you had worked for Shin-Ra for a number of years, you had never attended the staff functions. You always felt like they were overly political. It was usually full of people either there because they had to show their faces, trying to get their company ideas heard, or looking for an opportunity to sleep their way up the company ladder.

“It won’t be that bad! We’ll get dressed up, have some free booze and watch people make fools of themselves.” Reno said, trying his best to persuade you to come with him. He, like the rest of the Turks, was expected to be there and he would rather not have the lecture from Tseng on Monday morning. You looked at him to find him doing his best puppy dog eyes at you, knowing that you could never resist them.

“hmpf fine. What’s the dress code?” you said, giving in to his charm. He smiled widely at you “Ah it’s a fancy event, so go all out.” You were just about to open your mouth to protest, but Reno was out the door yelling back to you how he’d pick you up at 7. You looked down at your watch. 2pm. Best leave work a bit early and go dress shopping.

You had just finished applying the final touches to your makeup when you hear Reno let himself into your apartment with the key you had given him. “I won’t be long, just putting my shoes on and I’ll be there.” you called out to him as you stood in front of your full-length mirror, smoothing out your dress.

You had gone for a black long-sleeved dress. It had a deep v-neck, which showed off your cleavage just enough to be sexy by still classy. It was a long dress but there was a slit on one of the sides that exposed one of your legs from the mid-thigh down. You stepped into your heeled black shoes and picked up your clutch, before walking out of your bedroom.

Reno was stood in your kitchen, leant up against the countertop. His hair was styled the same as it always was, but he was missing his goggles. His black suit and half-open white shirt were replaced by a dark green and black checked suit with a black shirt. His shirt was buttoned to the top and he was even wearing a tie of the same design as his suit. You couldn’t help but pause as you took in his appearance. The suit fit his slim form perfectly and you couldn’t deny that the sight of him sent a tingle down your spine.

“Well, don’t you look handsome.” You said, making him look up at you. As soon as his eyes fell upon you he stood upright. His lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. You shuffled slightly awkwardly as his eyes raked up your form. He always thought you were stunning, but he had never seen you dressed up like this and quite frankly, he was speechless. “It’s too much isn’t it?” you said, now self-conscious about your dress choice. “I’ll do a grab a cardigan or something.” You moved to walk back to your bedroom, but Reno caught your wrist in his hand. He spun you to face him again, but this time he was much closer to you. “Don’t. You look perfect.” His usual cheeky expression was replaced by a much more serious one. The smell of his aftershave and the deep look in his eyes were making you dizzy with desire.

His hand ghosted down your side, feeling the soft fabric that hugged your body in the best possible way. You rested your hands on his toned chest. The air was thick with anticipation before your lips finally met. You could tell he was taking extra care in his kisses, trying to preserve your lipstick as much as possible. He was doing so well until he let his hands roam to cup your backside, pulling you closer to him. His trousers were getting impossibly tight, and when you shifted slightly, adding some friction, he groaned into the kiss. You took this as an opportunity to bite his bottom lip lightly. He responded by deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to coax yours into a dance.

Your hands instinctively moved up to his hair. The feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp made Reno grind his hips into yours. He turned you both around, so now you were the one up against the counter. He broke the kiss to lift you up onto the counter. “We’re definitely going to be late if we carry on.” You spoke, but you didn’t really care. Right now, all you wanted was Reno. He hummed as he began kissing down your neck, making his way to your cleavage. “It’s fine, I’m not exactly going to be lasting long with you looking like that.”

His answer made you laugh out loud, but that laugh was cut off by the feeling of Reno's hands travelling up your legs, lifting your dress at the same time. Reno let out a small groan at the sight of your panties. “Fuck y/n, you tryna kill me?” his voice drawled out as he bit his lip as the sign, thumbs gently massaging your thighs. “Well, it was actually my ploy to get us to leave the party a bit early” you said with a smirk. Reno raised an eyebrow “Oh really? And how were you going to play your trump card?” His mouth was now ghosting over yours as his hands made slow work of lowing your pretty red lace panties.

You eyes were locked and your smirk grew wider. “Well…” you started as your hand felt down his chest. “I would have excused myself from one of your boring work conversations.” His fingers were now stroking up and down your already soaked lips. You tried your best to not moan at his touch and carried on talking. “Then I would have gone the bathroom to take a pic.” Your hand travelled further down his form. “And then, I would have sent it to you, while I got out coats. Just waiting for us to get home, so you could bend me over…”You cupped his tense bulge, squeezing enough to get a gasp from the redhead in front of you. “…and fuck me.”

Something seemed to flip in Reno at the sound of those last three words. In a flash, you were flipped over and bent over the kitchen counter. Strong hands massaged your ass cheeks before he pushed two fingers into you. You cried out at the sudden intrusion. His fingers curled slightly and he moved his hand in an up and down motion. He knew just how to hit that spot that drove you crazy. He was impatient in his movements. If you hadn’t been so turned on, you would have been embarrassed by the noise of him pumping into you with his fingers. When he felt you start to clench, he moved his other hand to circle over your clit, quickly making you cum around his fingers.

Once you came down from your high, Reno wasted no time in pulling down his trousers and pants just enough to release his cock. He rubbed it up and down your entrance a couple times before he sunk into you. “Fuck! Shit, you’re so perfect” he said, stilling to briefly savour the feeling of your smooth, tight walls gripping onto him. You too let out a low moan “Fuck Reno, you feel so good.”

He did a few slow, deep strokes before he couldn’t hold back any more. The small kitchen was filled with the sounds of slapping skin, grunts, moans and heavy breathing. His hands had a vice grip on your hips. You could feel that he was getting close, so you intentionally clenched around him. His thrusts stuttered and he spilled into you, muttering a string of cures words as he did.

He had his head resting on your shoulder as he caught his breath. When he finally pulled out of you, you turned your head to plant a kiss on his lips. “Did I tell you how hot you look in that suit?” you said with a smile. He let out a breathy laugh “Thanks babe. I guess your dress is alright.” He said giving you a wink.

You quickly went to the bathroom to clean up and fix your make up. When you came out again Reno was on the phone “Yeah, I know. We’re in traffic. Listen partner, I don’t know what you want me to do. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He was ushering you out of the house, as he spoke.

[jjoutermaybanks]

With You In My Head || Rafe Cameron x Reader

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight

summary: it’s going to be a long summer. living in the Outer Banks with your trailer park mom and fancy mansion dad, you know it’s going to be a tough three months. things only get harder when your best friend’s brother, the notorious Rafe Cameron, begins to complicate your life even more. but will the island’s biggest wildcard successfully steal your heart, or leave you more broken than before?

word count: 4k

warnings: good old fashioned smut

*not my gif, credit to owner*

PART FIVE

Once again, guilt consumed you like a wildfire.  But this time, it wasn’t guilt over Rafe; it was guilt for Rafe.  Kissing JJ was a rash, spur-of-the-moment decision that you instantly regretted as soon as you tore your lips away.  For one thing, you had zero feelings for JJ, and knew that this would confuse the blonde to no end.  For another, you had hoped it would ignite something in Rafe, but instead it seemed to extinguish what little fire for you he had left.

Groaning, you flopped onto your bed that night and stared up at the dark ceiling.  There was a reason you weren’t spontaneous, and always thought things through.  That careful mindset helped you avoid mistakes like this.  Grabbing a pillow, you pressed it to your face and screamed into the cushy material, letting it absorb the sound of your frustration.

“You’re an idiot,” you whispered aloud, teeth grinding and head spinning.  What’s worse, you didn’t know when you’d see Rafe again, if you even would.  Sarah was bound and determined to avoid him at all cost, and she was your only real link to the blue-eyed boy.

Maybe it’s better this way, you tried telling yourself.  It’s not like anything would’ve happened with Rafe.  Repeating these thoughts in your head, you forced away any memory of blue eyes or dazzling smiles.  Better off without him, you believed.

The next day, in order to keep your mind off of your latest mistake, you took your bike out for a spin.  You used to love biking as a kid, and it was a serene hobby that was much-needed at the time.  You wove through familiar neighborhoods until you were in the heart of The Cut, near JJ’s house.  Almost out of instinct you veered onto his street to pass by his trailer.

As luck would have it, the Pogue was right outside his front door when you approached.  Slowing to a halt, you hopped off your bike and sent him a wave.

“Well, well, well,” he started as you walked up to the step where he sat.  “Come to steal another kiss?”

Blushing, you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear and sighed.  “About that...” you began, wondering how on earth you’d explain the bold kiss. 

JJ grinned, nudging you with his shoulder.  “Hey, it’s all good.  I liked it.  A lot, actually.”  His eyes sparkled, but this reaction only caused you to cringe inwardly.  The last thing you had wanted was to get JJ’s hopes up, only to inevitably smash them.

“Look, JJ...”  Words escaped you, and you stared down at your feet rather than at him.  “I didn’t know what I was thinking when I kissed you.”

He shrugged.  “Sometimes those are the best kisses.  All I’m saying is I’m game to do it again.  I always thought there was something special about you.”  You felt him leaning in, and instantly turned your head away in rejection.

Closing your eyes in embarrassment, you sighed.  “I’m so sorry, JJ.  But...there’s someone else, okay?”  The words slipped out before you could think them through.  You figured saying you liked someone else would let JJ down easy, but you could tell it only made him more curious.

Cocking an eyebrow, JJ whistled.  “Alright, so Y/N has a little crush.  Who might it be?”  He didn’t sound hurt at your rejection of his kiss, which was a minor plus side.  But you also knew how stubborn he could be, and that he was not going to let this go.

“JJ--” you stalled, clearly trying to backtrack.  “I-It’s nothing, I swear.  I’ll be over it by tomorrow, honest.”

He shook his head firmly.  “Nope, no way.  I just got rejected, so I think I deserve a little explanation as to why.”  Even though JJ was joking, you still did not want to reveal who you were ‘crushing’ on.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you sighed again.  “You cannot tell the others,” you predicated, voice stern.  “I mean it JJ.  Not a word of this to them.”

JJ pretended to zip his lips.

“Especially not Sarah,” you added quickly, causing his brows to raise in question.  Wincing, you knew you just had to spit it out, so you murmured, “It’s Rafe.”

There was a beat of shocked silence.  And then JJ’s face twisted into a mixture of surprise and disgust, making your heart drop.  “Rafe?  As in Rafe Cameron?”

All you could do was nod miserably.

JJ snorted.  “You’ve got to be kidding, Y/N.  He’s such a dirt-bag Kook.  I mean, you saw the shit Topper did yesterday.”

“He’s not Topper,” you tried to defend, but your voice was weak.

“Yeah but he’s friends with him,” JJ countered.  “He’s a sleaze who only cares about partying and sleeping around.  All the Kooks are the same.”

Hurt by his harsh words, you said feebly, “What about Sarah?  She is a Kook, you know.  Maybe Rafe has the same potential.”

JJ shook his head.  “No, something about that guy is just off.  And I have the bruises to prove it.”  He tilted his head to show the residual blue spots on his face where Rafe had beat him.  Feeling sick to your stomach, you looked away from him and out at the distant forest.

“He’s different around me.  Or at least he was.”  No matter how much you pretended to hate Rafe, there was a reason he was always on your mind.  It was his easy smile, his captivating charm.  He made you feel better than you ever had before.

“When have you hung out with Rafe Cameron?”  JJ sounded shocked you’d ever even exchanged words with the guy.

You shrugged.  “I don’t know, we’ve run into each other on the beach a few times.  And then he invited me to one of his parties, where we...spent time together.”  JJ definitely caught your drift, because he groaned in disgust.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, and you pushed at his arm.

“Don’t judge me JJ, alright?  I already feel enough like shit.”  Humiliation simmered in your stomach, and you felt sick just thinking about that night on the beach.

JJ put his hands up.  “Alright, fine, no judgment.  But seriously Y/N, he’s bad news.”

You frowned, resting your chin on your knees and wishing you were back in your bed.  “I know.  It’s not like we were ever gonna become anything, anyway,” you explained morbidly.  JJ didn’t answer, probably not wanting to upset you any further.  But your mood had already been ruined, and not even a serene bike ride could clear your cloudy thoughts.

You were so distracted by your disastrous talk with JJ that you failed to notice the fancy car parked outside your trailer when you got home.  Instead you just walked right through the door and into an ambush.

“Sunshine!”  Your dad stood in the middle of the living room, his smile plastered on so bright you took a minute to adjust.  Your mother was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter almost for support.  The look she gave you was full of sympathy, and you knew something bad was about to happen.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, skipping right over a greeting.  Your dad almost never came over to The Cut, and it was strange seeing his expensive appearance in such a run-down trailer.

“Here to see you, of course,” he answered cheerfully.  “I was just telling your mother about a dinner party I’m hosting at my place tonight.  You’re both welcome to come.”

Your mother’s smile was pinched.  “I have to work a double tonight,” she informed him.  “But Y/N would love to go.”

Oh, would I?  You wanted to strangle your mother for trying to force a relationship between you and your father.  You knew her intentions were good, but the man was insufferable.  After such a stressful few days, a dinner party with him might push you over the edge.

Working up the courage to speak, you said, “I really don’t think I can make it.  I’m super tired--”

“So take a nap!  It’s not till later tonight.”

Grimacing, you tried again.  “Well, Sarah might want to do something--”

“Sarah will be there!” he interrupted.  “It’s a joint dinner with Ward.  Sort of a double family affair.  All the Camerons will be there.”

This peaked your interest.  Trying to mask your surprise, you cleared your throat.  “Um, R-Rafe will be there?  And Sarah?” you added quickly to cover your tracks.

“Of course.  It’ll be fun, you’ve gotta come.”  Your father’s exuberance was almost annoying enough to make you refuse.  But the mere prospect of seeing Rafe again, and so soon, was tempting.  You didn’t know if you’d ever get another opportunity to be relatively alone with him.

Finally nodding, you consented.  “Okay, I’ll go.”

Your father’s eyes lit up.  “Great!  It’s a nice dinner party, so dress up a little.  I’ve got a new suit I’ve been dying to try out.”  You noticed your mother’s eye roll and stifled a smile.  Your father left shortly after, and you exhaled as you fell against the door.

“I can’t believe you let him in here,” you told your mother, and she chuckled.

“I almost thought about keeping the door locked.  But in all seriousness, Y/N, I want you and your father to spend time together.  We have joint custody, you know.”

Scowling, you grumbled, “He’s barely even a parent to me anymore.”  You didn’t say anything more before disappearing into your room.  Preparing for this dinner would be an all afternoon task, and you set to work figuring out what to wear.

After tearing through your closet and attempting several awful makeup looks, you finally settled on the winning look.  A thin-strapped, short white dress with vertical blue stripes and strappy sandals.  The dress highlighted your shoulders and collarbone, and the shoes made your legs look tan and toned.  Your tousled hair was thrown up into a bun that you hoped looked more put-together than it did in the mirror.  As for makeup, you merely swiped on some mascara and lipgloss and walked out the door.  The less dwelling you did on your appearance, the less terrified you’d be for the dinner.

The walk to Figure 8 was long but much-needed.  You needed to mentally prepare for what was to come.  First, putting up with your dad all night was bound to be a struggle.  Second, figuring out what Rafe was thinking and if he was really mad at you.  Third, and possibly most important, hiding your feelings about Rafe from Sarah.  You knew if she ever found out what you’d done with her brother, she’s be furious.  Somehow you had to get Rafe alone to talk.

Inhaling deeply as you approached the front door to your father’s house, you braced yourself for what was inside.  You only knocked twice before the door swung open, but it was Ward who greeted you.

“Well hello there, Y/N,” he said with a grin.  “Come on in; your dad’s almost done with the cooking.” 

You smiled tightly.  Your dad was an amazing cook, and your childhood was spent concocting the most fantastical recipes.  Your heart clenched at the memories, and as you entered the kitchen it all but stopped at the sight of Rafe.

He was leaning nonchalantly against the cupboards, arms crossed.  He wore a light blue suit complete with a dark bow-tie, looking clean and professional with his gelled hair and suave expression.  He glimpsed you, and his smirk faltered slightly.  You hoped it was because you looked good in your dress, and not because he was unhappy to see you.

“Y/N,” he said simply, tone unreadable.

“Rafe,” you responded, holding his gaze.  His blue eyes stayed locked on yours, but then Sarah breezed by and the moment ended.

“Thank God you’re here,” she told you.  “I’ve had to put up with dad jokes and Rafe all on my own.”  She sent her brother a glare, and Rafe’s distant smile made butterflies spiral into your stomach.

“Happy to be here,” you forced out.  Everyone gathered around the dining table, where a lavish array of food was already spread out.  Rafe sat across from you, Sarah to your left and your father at the head of the table with Ward beside his son.  You had no idea where to look since Rafe’s face was front and center.  

“I hope everything tastes good,” your father admitted, feigning humility.  “I haven’t cooked a full meal in forever.”

“It’s delicious,” Sarah commented.  Ward nodded and raised his fork in agreement.

Distracted by Rafe’s proximity, you failed to realize everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Honey?  What do you think?”  Your father sounded hopeful, and you knew he considered you his number one critic.

“It’s good,” you confirmed, but you hadn’t even touched your plate yet.  You pushed the food around with your fork, too nervous to eat.

“So, Rafe.  You’re not enrolled in college and you don’t have a job--what are you doing?” your father asked.  You knew he was trying to joke, but he was always one to make very blunt comments like this.  Rafe swallowed roughly, caught off guard by the forward question.

“Um...” he started, pushing a hand through his hair.  Once again it messed up the gel, and you bit your lip as a piece fell over his forehead.  “Trying to figure it all out, I guess,” he said with a small laugh.  “I like the idea of going into business, and a college degree isn’t necessarily a requirement.”

Your father considered this.  “Yeah, I guess you make a fair point.  Y/N here is definitely college-bound, aren’t you sunshine?”

With the attention on you now, you flushed.  “Er, I guess so.”

“You want to be an engineer, right sweetie?  You were always so obsessed with those building blocks as a kid.  I swear, she’ll design the next wonder of the world.”  He and Ward chuckled at this, and Sarah shot you a smile.  Rafe was regarding you closely, eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Since the beginning of dinner, tension had risen between you and the blue-eyed boy.  It was almost palpable, making it hard to breathe.  Whenever Rafe would move, you were acutely aware.  You sensed every smile, every ruffling of hair.  Whenever his eyes skimmed yours you felt electrified, and eventually you felt your cheeks grow warm.  You prayed Sarah wasn’t picking up on your change in mood, and attempted to calm your racing heartbeat.

“Do you have a country club membership yet, Y/N?” Ward asked you.  When you shook your head, he continued, “Gotta fix that, then.  It’s one of the best perks of this island.  We’ll get you a pass and then Rafe can show you around, since he knows it the best.”  He elbowed his son, who gave you a long, meaningful look.

“Sure.  I’ll do whatever she wants.”  The words were heated, and they made your lips part in surprise.  Rafe was bold with his choice of words, but fortunately only you had caught on to the innuendo.

“Oh, great!” your father responded.  “That would be fun.”

Sarah snorted.  “I’m sure hanging out with my brother is going to be loads of fun,” she joked, and you forced a chuckle to appease her.  Glancing up at Rafe, you met his amused expression with a blush.

Dinner was winding to a close, and everyone was bringing their plates to the kitchen.  Sarah’s phone rang, and she squealed as she went to answer it in the next room.  It was probably John B., and you knew she’d be occupied for at least half an hour.  Ward and your father were in an intense discussion about basketball brackets, so you and Rafe were on no one’s radar.

After leaving your empty plate in the sink, you turned to see Rafe striding down the hallway.  Eyes narrowing, you didn’t want to miss this chance.  So you rushed to catch up with him, surprising him by grabbing his arm and pulling him into the small bathroom just off the kitchen.

Once locked inside the tight space, you faced Rafe and folded your arms.  He mussed his hair and gazed down at you, taking in your appearance in the yellow fluorescent lighting.

“’I’ll do whatever she wants’,” you stated, one brow raised.  “Really, Rafe?  Way to be subtle.”

His smirk widened, and he brought one hand to the wall so you felt surrounded by his presence.  “It’s true.  Whatever you want, baby.”

You ignored the way his words made your legs press together, and you shook your head incredulously.  “You must be out of your mind.”

“Oh, I’m the one who’s out of my mind?  What was that shit with JJ on the boat yesterday?”

Smiling evilly, you twirled the end of your hair innocently.  “Saw that, did you?”

Rafe scoffed, jaw flexing as he controlled what you perceived to be as either anger or jealousy.  “Don’t bullshit me.  You wanted me to see it.”

Pursing your lips, you shrugged.  “I don’t know, I don’t really think of you that often, to be honest.”

At your challenging words, Rafe took a step forward and closed the minimal space between your bodies.  His head tilted down so you could stare deeply into his eyes, and the blue orbs had you captivated.

“Really?  So you haven’t been thinking about me?”  You shook your head.  “You haven’t been thinking about how good I made you feel?  How I had you calling my name into the night sky?”

Shivering, you closed your eyes and smiled.  “You’re quite proud of yourself for that, aren’t you?”

Rafe’s eyes sparkled.  “I made you crumble, Y/N.  That’s a pretty impressive feat if I do say so myself.”

All of the tension and nerves from the night culminated into bravery.  You channeled that energy into your next actions, refusing to let fear get in the way.

Grabbing his face, you brought Rafe’s lips down to yours.  He melted into the kiss immediately, and his hands wrapped around your back until your chests were crushed together.

You pushed your tongue against his, and Rafe groaned into your mouth.  Fingers holding his face against yours, you arched your body into his embrace.  Rafe gripped your shoulders, surely leaving marks on the delicate skin.  You moved your lips from his across his jaw and down to his neck, sucking and biting until he was breathing hard in your ear.

By now his back was pressed against the bathroom door, and you heard his fingers deftly turn the lock, ensuring no one would catch you.  Kissing down his collarbone, you expertly undid his bow-tie and started on the buttons to his shirt.

“You don’t like the suit?” Rafe joked, his voice gravelly as you kissed down the skin you steadily exposed with each pop of a button.  Pushing the suit and shirt off his shoulders, you smiled slyly up at him.

“I do.  I just like it better off.”  His eyes rolled back, a smile lighting up his face.  You were kneeling before him know, face level with his crotch.  You could already tell he was hard beneath his pants, and bit your lip before reaching out to undo his belt.

“Shit,” Rafe hissed, chest heaving with effort to control himself as you pulled his pants down.  Feeling across the front of his boxers, you gently squeezed his hard length and caused him to flinch.

Grinning, you slowly dragged your fingers across the waistband of his boxers, teasing him slightly.  Rafe was cursing under his breath, clearly hot and heavy and more than ready for you to actually touch him.  

You brought down the final layer of clothing until his cock sprang free.  He was rock hard, veins sticking out of the thick skin.  You were slightly shocked by his side, but didn’t hesitate before reaching out and taking it in your hand.

Rafe exhaled harshly, mouth open as he gazed down at you.  His eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown out from need.  Your breath washed over the tip of his cock, making him twitch in your hand.  

Tilting your head, you licked a long stripe up the side of his length.  The skin was warm and taught, and you licked around his tip which was already slick with pre-cum.  Closing your lips around the head, you hollowed out your cheeks and twisted your tongue against his hot member.

His hands were fisted by his sides, and you could tell he wanted to let out loud moans of pleasure.  You moved your mouth to take in more of him, almost reaching the hilt before his tip hit the back of your throat.  Rafe couldn’t resist, and a low moan left his lips.

Pulling his cock out of your mouth, you whispered, “Shhh” before pressing a light kiss to his slit.  Rafe groaned, gripping his hair tightly as he tried to swallow his moans.

You moved your mouth up and down his length rhythmically, hands twisting at what you couldn’t reach.  Your fingers gently curled around his balls, and in combination with your mouth this caused a string of curses to escape his lips.

“Fuck,” he murmured when you took him particularly deep, cheeks hollowed out as you tightened your lips around him.  You worked him with your mouth and tongue for a minute longer, looking up at him through your lashes.

This look must have pushed him over the edge, because your name tumbled from his lips before his cock jerked, spurting out sticky liquid into the back your throat.

Working him down from his high, you kissed his hipbone before bringing his boxers and pants back up.  With a triumphant smirk, you got to your feet and put your hands on your hips.

Rafe was still breathing hard, but his expression was quizzical now.  “What does this mean?” he wondered, redoing his belt.  His hair was messed up severely now, and you desperately wanted to run your fingers through the silky strands.

In the haze of your lust for him, you hadn’t actually considered what this meant.  You hadn’t come tonight expecting to do this, but you didn’t exactly regret it either.  Frowning, you answered, “I have no idea.”

He looked closely at you, a small smile playing across his lips.  Rafe shrugged on his shirt and suit jacket, redoing the buttons while you watched.  You recalled your conversation before you kissed him, and added, “I just wanted to be even.  You made me crumble, and now I just made you crumble.  We’re square.”

Rafe narrowed his eyes at this.  A heartbeat passed, and then he grabbed you by the shoulders and ripped you towards him.  Your lips smashed together, and his tongue instantly battled with yours.  You moaned lightly, a hand resting against his chest.  His fingers held your face against his, passion seeping from his movements.  You were shocked by how electrified this kiss was, and when he finally broke it you could barely breathe.

Pushing a small lock of hair behind your ear, Rafe gazed deeply into your eyes.  “I don’t want to be even,” he whispered, and your mouth fell open in surprise.

But then he was unlocking the door and disappearing into the hallway, leaving you alone and confused, lips still tingling with the after-effects of his kiss.

~ ~ ~

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Go Go (M)

This is part of Love Yourself: the Collab

Summary: Jimin’s been your best friend since you were little; but coming from a rich family he’s paid for everything, and he doesn’t realize that it hurts you when you can’t pay him back for all the presents and vacations. When he becomes CEO of his own successful company, it gets worse because he promised to always take care of you, but when secrets come out on the night of your graduation from university, will Jimin be able to keep his promise?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, hint of angst

Word Count: 9.2k

TW: unprotected sex, swearing, drinking, oral (female recieving), grinding, riding, cock warming, creampies

(Also this is my first piece back after my three month writers block so i’m not the happiest with it but oh well)

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“Jimin… You have to stop this.”

It hurts just as much as it did the first time you said it. On your eighteenth birthday.

Actually, it was the day before your eighteenth birthday. Your birthday landed on a saturday for once, so you decided to have a party. Jimin, being your best friend, eagerly offered to let you host it at his house; or as you liked to call it: The Park Mansion. He took the reigns and planned everything without so much as an ‘okay’ from you.

The sunday before your birthday was when it started. When you went to his house to hang out, he gave you a gift.

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“Jimin, what’s this?” You ask, taking the small box in hand. “My birthday isn’t until saturday.”

“I know.” He nods. “But it’s all part of it.” You open the box to find a small silver charm bracelet with several charms already attached. “I hope you like it.” He smiles sweetly. “Mom picked out the bracelet, but I picked all the charms.”

You did like it. So much that you’ve rarely taken it off in the eight years that you’ve had it. It has a few dents now, along with several more charms; all from Jimin, and you cherish it; what you didn’t like was what came next. 

You grew up in an average middle-class family. When you were young, your parents spoiled you to the best of their ability, but they weren’t made of money. Jimin’s parents however, were. Jimin had the best of everything; clothes, shoes, cars, everything you could think of was top of the line, in fact, the only thing Jimin had that wasn’t, was you.

You don’t know how it happened, why Jimin picked you out of all the people he could’ve been friends with instead, people in his circle, people with the same lifestyle. He tells you it’s because when he saw you crying on the swingset when you were both five years old, he felt something stir in him, something that told him you needed him, and he’s been there for you ever since.

“Jimin, you need to stop this.” It’s the day before your eighteenth birthday. After the charm  bracelet, Jimin gave you a new, more expensive gift every day leading up to your birthday; shoes, a necklace, makeup, a dress, and today, friday, he gave you the keys to a new car.

“Stop what?”

“Giving me things.” You shake your head as you hand the keys back to him.

“But it’s your birthday!”

“My birthday’s tomorrow.”

“But I wanted to give you something to wear to the party and-”

“It’s too much!” You snap, tears forming in your eyes. “It’s too much…”

“Y/N-ah…” Jimin coos softly, reaching out to comfort you.

“Jimin how will I ever repay you? I don’t… I don’t have money for things like expensive clothes, designer makeup, or anything like that. What am I ever supposed to give you in return for a fucking car?”

Jimin smiles just a bit. “The car is actually from your parents. Their names are on the lease, not mine. I just helped them pick it out.”

“What?”

“They wanted me to give it to you so you wouldn’t make a big fuss about them spending money, but… that didn’t turn out so well did it?”

“Jimin I-”

“Do you really think you have to repay me for birthday presents? They’re gifts for a reason Y/N.”

“Then what am I supposed to get you for your birthday? Nothing I get will measure up to all this stuff Jimin. I can’t even imagine what you have planned for tomorrow…”

“You could always make me another scarf. One of those big fluffy ones?”

“A scarf?” You roll your eyes.

“Or those rice cakes you make with the honey drizzle. Ooh those are good.”

“Jimin-”

“Do you know why I buy you all this stuff and take you to nice places?”

You scoff. “Because you have money.”

"No, because I can't do what you do."

"What do you mean?"

"I can’t make things from the heart. I don’t have anything in myself to give, so I have to give from outside myself. But you? You can make something and put love into it and have everyone appreciate what you’ve brought.”

His words bring a playful smirk to your face. “That’s just something rich people say.” You tease.

“Mm, there’s my girl.”

The next day you wake up, internally groaning at whatever grand soiree Jimin has planned for your birthday when your phone starts ringing. You pick it up to see it’s Jimin calling.

“Hey Chim.”

“Come over at 1. Wear pajamas.” Click.

Pajamas? What happened to the dress he bought for you? You try to call him back but he sends you to voicemail. You sigh and get out of bed to see it’s almost noon. You head downstairs to see your parents have laid you your typical birthday breakfast of pancakes and ice cream. 

“Happy birthday!” They both cheer as you come into view. As you sit down at the table, your mother comes over to give you a hug and your father places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Are you excited for your party this afternoon?” You mom asks. 

You can’t help the small sigh that escapes your lips. “Yeah I guess so.”

“You guess so?” Your father asks as he sits down with the newspaper. 

“I don’t know. I kind of don’t want to go.”

“Why not?” Your mother asks, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she sits next to your father. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I feel like the only reason people are coming is to be at Jimin’s house. I don’t have that many friends and I don’t know who he invited. I’m sure he’s planned this giant party with lots of expensive things and I’m just not that excited to go over and pretend to have fun.”

“Oh honey. You know Jimin wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t like. I’m sure you’ll have tons of fun.”

“I agree.” Your dad nods. “Jimin knows you’re not into flashy events. He wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Then why’d he get me a big poofy dress?”

“Did he tell you to wear it?”

“At first yeah, but he called me this morning and told me to wear pajamas instead.”

“Sounds intriguing.” Your dad raises his eyebrows as he folds the newspaper back up and lays it on the table. “Finish your breakfast and get over there.” He stands up and ruffles your hair. “I’ll see you when I get home tonight.”

“Have fun at work dad.” You mumble, mouth full of pancakes.

“Happy birthday my little one.” Your dad calls as he walks out the door. 

You finish your breakfast and your mom hurries you along. “Go get dressed or you’re going to be late!”

You nod, and hurry back up to your room, grabbing the cat onesie Jimin got you a few years ago out of your closet and slipping it on. You’ve always wanted a cat, and your parents knew, but they never got around to it; you figured that buying things for a cat was too much of a stretch for their budget, so you never pestered them for one. 

When you’re dressed, you head downstairs, grab the keys to your new car, say goodbye to your mom and head to Jimin’s house. When you get there, you’re a little late, so you can hear laughter already and see cars parked all along the street. You pull into Jimin’s driveway and park your car, getting out a heading up to his front door which is open. You take a breath and head inside, walking to the kitchen where you hear all the commotion. 

“There she is!” Jimin’s mom is the first to spot you. “Happy birthday sweetie!” She wraps you in a tight hug. 

“Thanks Mrs. Park.” You smile. When she pulls back, you look around to see only adults in the kitchen. “Where is everyone?”

“Down in the basement, waiting for you! But first!” She drags you into the kitchen over to the breakfast bar. “Fix up your popcorn!” In front of you sits a giant bowl of fresh movie theatre style popcorn and every topping you could imagine from sweet to salty and everything in between. You grab a bag and quickly fill it up with popcorn and your favorite toppings before thanking Jimin’s mom and heading down to the basement. 

Jimin’s dad loves movies, so they had their basement remodeled to be like a mini movie theatre; giant screen, surround sound, even those fancy reclining seats. They have new movie screenings at their house all the time, as well as sporting event viewings like the world cup and the olympics. Jimin’s dad is the CEO of a fortune 500 company; which is how they have the money for absurd things like putting a movie theatre in their basement. 

As you walk into the basement you hear Jimin’s high-pitched cackle ringing through the space and when you walk around the corner you see Jimin, in his puppy dog onesie, sprawled out on the floor in front of the screen laughing his ass off, hands clutching his sides. As he calms down, his eyes open and he spots you standing in the corner.

“Y/N!” He jumps up to his feet and runs over to you, giving you a giant hug.

“Hi Chim.” You choke out as he squeezes you.

“You’re late!” He pouts as he pulls back.

“Sorry.” You shrug. “Traffic.”

“That’s okay, now we can start!” He cheers, bringing you to the front of the room. You get a brief glance at the seven people he invited, all the friends that you two sit with at lunch, all wearing their own pajamas with their own popcorn mixes. You’re happy to see Jimin didn’t go overboard for once. Jimin pushes you into a recliner. “Is everyone ready?”

“What are we doing?”

“We’re watching your favorite movies!” The girl you’re closest to, Jisong, smiles at you.

“Really?” You look over at Jimin as he puts a dvd into the player before coming over to sit next to you.

“Mhm!” He nods happily. “First up, ‘Train to Busan’!” Since your birthday is right before Halloween, you’ve always been a fan of horror movies. You wonder what else Jimin has on the schedule. 

After three movies, Jimin’s mom comes downstairs with cake and ice cream. Everyone sings to you and you all eat happily; Jimin of course, has to smash icing on your nose, but you get him back, with his moms help you push an entire piece of cake in his face, making everyone laugh. After everyone’s finished, they start to leave one by one until it’s just you and Jimin left sitting in your respective recliners, finishing your ice cream. 

“Thanks for this Chim.” He looks up at you, spoon hanging from his mouth. “I had fun today.”

Jimin smiles as he removes the spoon. “It’s not over yet.”

“What do you mean?”

Jimin suddenly stands and tugs you up with him. “Leave your bowl, come on.” You place your empty bowl on the table as Jimin drags you up two flights of stairs to his bedroom. He pushes you in and shuts the door.

“Jimin?” You turn around and try and open the door only to find it’s locked. “Jimin what are you doing?”

“Get dressed. Tell me when you’re done.”

“Get dressed? In what-” That’s when you turn around and see what’s laid out on his bed. The dress, shoes, and makeup he gave you in the span of the last week. You sigh, knowing there’s no use fighting him. You do your makeup first, and when you think it looks good enough, you change into the dress; it’s a mid-thigh length, ruffled red strapless dress. You slide into the matching red kitten heels and then knock on the door. “Can I come out now?” You hear the door unlock and watch as it opens to reveal Jimin standing there in a suit and tie looking unexpectedly handsome.

“You clean up nice.” Jimin states, taking in the sight of you.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He smiles. 

“So where are we going?” You ask.

“You’ll see.” He grabs your hand and tugs you down the stairs into the dining room. The table is set for two, two giant bowls of ramen sitting on the placemats along with two cans of soda. 

“What’s this?” You ask as Jimin pulls out your chair for you. You sit and he takes his seat next to you.

“You said you didn’t want anything fancy, so I thought of the tastiest, inexpensive food I could think of and I came up with ramen from that dollar ramen restaurant we went to after I came back from China. The one they moved to the other side of town right after we went, so it’s too far to walk to.”

“You went to the other side of town to get me dinner?”

“Of course. It’s your birthday.”

“Chim. Why are you so amazing?”

“Because you’re my best friend Y/N-ah. I care about you and I want you to have the best birthday ever.” He smiles so genuinely, you feel your heart skip a few beats.

The two of you eat your ramen, enjoying your conversations, reminiscing on things you did as children and you slurp your noodles. When you’re finished with your meal, you lean back in your chair, stuffed.

“Thank you Jimin.”

“You’re welcome.” He takes your hand and holds it between his, rubbing the back of yours gently with his thumb. “But it’s not over yet.”

“Jimin-”

“It’s the last thing I swear.” He bites his lip and you sigh before nodding at him. “Wait right here.” He jumps up out of his seat and runs out of the room, returning a few moments later with a box which he places on the table. “Here. Open it open it!” He squirms with excitement. 

“Okay okay calm down.” You stand up to take the lid off the box when suddenly the box moves. “Jimin. This better not be a prank.”

“Just open it.” He whines.

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for something to jump out of the box as you lift the lid, only to find something you never would have expected. Staring back up at you, with wide green eyes is the tiniest, fluffiest kitten you’ve ever seen.

“Jimin-”

“It’s a girl.” He states. “I haven’t named her yet.” She’s grey all over with patches of orange and black throughout her poofy fur and she’s wearing a bright red ribbon that matches your dress.

“Can I-?”

“She’s yours. Of course you can.”

“Mew!” The kitten squeaks at you so you lean down to pick her up, holding her up to your face. She happily starts purring and licks your nose.

“Bamboo.”

“Hm?” Jimin looks at you as you hold the kitten close to your chest.

“Her name. It’s Bamboo.”

He leans over and scratches Bamboo’s head. “Bamboo, huh? It suits her perfectly.” Bamboo mews again in approval, making Jimin giggle. “Come on, it’s late. You can stay here tonight.” Jimin puts his hand on your back and pushes you in the direction of the stairs. You lead him up to his bedroom and he shuts the door. You place Bamboo on the bed and she quickly curls up into a ball, watching you. 

Jimin hands you a shirt and some shorts and you run to the bathroom to wash your face and change before coming back in and slipping under the covers with him, Bamboo curling up at your side. The two of you watch tv for a while as you try to figure out what to say to thank Jimin.

“Jimin?”

“If you thank me again I swear…” He teases.

You hesitate, but instead of thanking Jimin with your words, you lean over and kiss him. 

“Y/N-ah, what…?” He looks at you, surprised but intrigued.

“Thank you…” You whisper.

Jimin only nods, looking back and forth between your eyes and your lips before apparently making a silent decision and leaning in to return the kiss, this time longer. He cups your face with one of his hands, his skin warm on your cheek as he moves his mouth against yours.

It feels… odd. In the thirteen years you’ve known Jimin, you’ve never felt any sort of feeling for him other than close friendship, but right now, in this moment, you feel… something. You can’t put a name to it, but there’s something there. 

When Jimin finally slips his tongue into your mouth, you let out a small moan, just the slightest gasp, but apparently it encourages Jimin. You feel his hands move and suddenly they’re sliding up your sides under your shirt. Jimin’s mouth moves down your jaw to your neck, just as he grabs your breasts, but he can’t quite get to your shoulder, so he pushes you onto your back, resulting in a loud squeak coming from your side. You separate and look over to see a disgruntled Bamboo. 

“Whoops.” Jimin sighs, out of breath. “Sorry Bamboo.” She grumbles and readjusts herself next to you, closing her eyes again. You look up at Jimin, whose hands are still on your breasts as he waits for you to say something. You can feel how flushed your cheeks are, and your heart is beating faster than ever as you look into his eyes. 

“M-maybe…”

“We should sleep.” Jimin nods, taking his hands away from you in understanding. The room goes silent as you both settle down into the bed, you curl yourself around Bamboo and feel Jimin laying on his back beside you. 

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I see your hand?”

“My hand?”

“Mm.” You feel Jimin shift as he reaches around you, laying his arm across your side as he  waves his hand in front of your face. You grab his hand with yours and place it on your stomach, lifting your shirt so that his hand is splayed across your warm skin. “That’s better.”

“Yeah?” Jimin chuckles, snuggling up to your back, pulling you close. 

“Almost.” You move his hand upwards so that his fingers are brushing the underside of your breast. 

“Good?” Jimin asks, obviously unsure about touching you like this.

“Perfect.”

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You never talked about that night. When you woke up the next morning, you avoided talking about it, pretending it never happened and it’s been brushed under the rug ever since. It’s just something that happened, no need to acknowledge it. Right?

Bamboo meows at you from where she lays on your bed. “Not this one either huh?” You’re standing in front of the mirror in your room on the eve of your graduation from university, trying to pick a dress for tomorrow. “Bamboo-yah… We’re running out of options here.” You throw the denied option on your bed next to her and she chirps at you. You’re digging into the back of your closet for the first time in a long time you only have two dresses left, a slutty black number from Halloween a few years back that’s more lingerie than dress, and- Oh… this… this is the dress Jimin gave you for your eighteenth birthday. Hm… You haven’t thought about that night in years. Your fingers play with the soft fabric as you reminisce when suddenly Bamboo meows at you.

“What? You remember this dress?” You smile. “I met you in this dress, huh.” She meows at you again. “What’s wrong?”

It’s then that the doorbell rings throughout your apartment. Strange. You weren’t expecting anyone. It’s probably your neighbors again looking for sugar. You head over to the door and look out the peephole to see the only person who would ever show up unexpected. You can’t help but smile as you open the door. 

“Chim!” You immediately wrap your arms around him. “I thought you were in Japan!”

“You think I’d miss your graduation?” He asks, stepping over the threshold and closing the door behind him. 

“You told me you couldn’t come!”

“I wanted to surprise you.” He smiles widely. “Speaking of…” He takes the large box in his hands you hadn’t noticed and holds it out to you.

“What’s this?” You shake the box.

“A graduation present.” He states. You tear open the wrapping paper to see a plain black box, you take off the lid and unfold the tissue paper to find a beautiful white lace dress. 

“Jimin…”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“I figured right about now you’d be rifling through your closet looking for something to wear tomorrow, yeah?”

“What? No.” You scoff, grabbing his arm with your free hand and leading him to your bedroom. “But you’ll never guess what I just found.” You toss the dress and box on your bed, startling Bamboo.

“Ah, be careful with the dress… Right Bamboo-yah?” Jimin giggles. “How’s the prettiest girl?” Bamboo begins mewing happily when she smells Jimin and doesn’t stop until he sits next to her on the bed and scratches her chin. 

“She missed you.” You point out. “When was the last time you visited? Six months ago?”

“Ah, I know it’s been a while…” Jimin sighs as Bamboo crawls into his lap. “But once you start at the company we’ll have more time to spend together.”

“Jimin I told you. I don’t know if I’m going to join or not. I have… other options.” In reality, you don’t know how to tell Jimin that you’ve gotten the perfect job offer already… In Thailand… 

“I know I know. But what’s better than working with me? I told you, I’ll give you anything you want.”

You sigh once more as you stand in front of your closet. Jimin went to business school and took over his father’s company when he retired. Now, Jimin is one of the top five richest men in Korea, not to mention Korea’s most eligible bachelor. He swore when you graduated he would pull as many strings as he could to get you a job by his side, but you don’t want to rely on Jimin for your future. You’ve gotten this far on your own, why stop now?

“Anyway. Look what I found.” You reach into your closet and pull out the red dress, holding it up to yourself. 

“Holy shit.” Jimin smiles wide, placing Bamboo on the bed and standing to walk over to you. He reaches out and touches the fabric. “You still have this?”

“I didn’t think so, but I guess I never got rid of it.”

Jimin smiles as he looks at it, until his eyes catch on something behind you. “Okay, but what is this?”

“Hm?” You turn to see him take the Halloween costume out of the closet. 

“You should wear this under your gown tomorrow.”

“Stop it!” You snatch the dress out of his hands and hang it back up. “It was a halloween costume.”

“What were you dressed as? An almost naked person?” He smirks.

“I was a sexy cat…” You huff, putting your red dress in the closet as well and shutting the door in a huff. 

“Sexy indeed.” He mumbles, walking back over to your bed and taking a seat on it, carefully putting the white dress back in its box and then observing the mess on your bed. “You were deciding what to wear weren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“Called it.” He teases. “Are you excited?”

“To finally be free of school? Ecstatic.” You walk over and flop down on your bed, reaching out to scratch Bamboo where she sits next to Jimin. “I can’t wait to walk across that stage.”

“We’re all really proud of you, you know.” Jimin stops petting Bamboo to sweep a stray hair behind your ear.

“Thanks Chim. That means a lot.” You lean into his palm as it rests on your cheek, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation.

“Your parents taking you out after?” He asks, taking his hands away.

“Mm. To Bento’s.” You nod. “You should come.”

“Nah, I don’t want to crash.”

“Please, you know they love you.” You scoff. “Plus you can probably get us a better table.”

“Well, there’s that.” Jimin smirks, knowing full well just how much your parents adore him. “You sure?”

“Of course. It wouldn’t be right without you.”

“Alright. If you insist.” He smiles before sighing. “I should get going though.”

“Already?” You pout. “Don’t want to grab a drink?”

“We’ll do plenty of celebrating tomorrow night, I promise.” He stands up. “But tonight, I have some work to finish.”

“Workaholic.” You pout.

“That’s me.” Jimin smiles, grabbing your arms and lifting you off the bed, wrapping you in a tight hug. “But I do have to go.”

“Yeah yeah.” You shrug him off of you and push him out of your room toward the door. “Get out.”

“Wow. That hurts my feelings you know. When you cast me away like this.”

“You’ll get over it.” You smirk, opening the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be the one screaming your name.”

“Please don’t.”

“You can’t stop me.” He states smugly. 

“God help me.” Jimin pulls you into one last hug before saying goodbye and starting to walk away. “Hey, Chim?”

He turns back toward you. “Yeah?”

“Thanks. For the dress.”

“Be careful with it. It’s Gucci.” He winks and then turns back to the elevator.

You gasp. “Are you serious? I thought we agreed, no more expensive gifts!”

“I can’t hear you.” He states as the doors open. 

“Jimin!”

“Nope, still can’t hear you.” You’re about to yell at him again, but the elevator doors close before you can. You huff and shut your door, locking it before you head back into your bedroom. You pull the dress out of the box and hold it up. It’s a long sleeve lace dress that should fall right above your knees. You look at the tag. Sure enough, it’s Gucci.

“Goddamnit Jimin.” You sigh, causing Bamboo to meow at you, obviously upset that you cursed Jimin’s name. You open your closet back up and hang up the dress, then make your way to the shower, cleaning yourself before slipping into your pajamas and curling up with Bamboo in your bed, setting your alarm, and falling asleep.

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When you alarm goes off the next morning, you groan, but then you realize what day it is. Finally. Graduation. You get up and stretch your tired limbs to wake them up before walking into your bathroom to start getting ready.  You do your hair first; nothing fancy just curling the ends so they sit nicely. Then you do your makeup; full face with a nude lip and a popping highlight that’ll hopefully catch in the stage lights.

When you’re finished, you give Bamboo some food and water, slip into your dress , grab your gown, then put on your shoes and head out the door. It takes you about twenty minutes to drive to the theatre downtown where the graduation ceremony is being held. When you arrive you quickly park and head over to the line of your classmates, slipping on your hat and gown as you look for Jisong; the two of you remained close friends up through high school and were even roommates in your early college years.

“Y/N! Over here.” She waves you over once she spots you and you hurry over, giving her a quick hug. “Glad you could make it.”

“Yeah, I lost track of time.” You shrug. 

“Just like Professor Kim’s class. Late every day.” She chuckles, shaking her head. “I saw your parents go in though.”

“Good.” You nod, happy they didn’t get lost on the way over from their hotel. “Anyone else?”

“Not that I can recall?” She shrugs, just as they call you all to start walking into the building. You can’t help but feel a little pouty that she didn’t see Jimin. He said he would be here. You sigh. Maybe he got called back to work anc can’t make it after all. 

You all walk into the auditorium and up to the stage, taking your seat as the dean of your school begins his speech. You zone out as he talks, scanning the audience to the best of your ability, looking around to see if you can spot Jimin. Just as the dean finishes his speech, you see the doors in the back of the theatre open as someone slips into the seats in the back. You’d know that silhouette anywhere. Well, at least he’s here.

After all the speeches, it’s finally time to walk across the stage. Your row rises and one by one, names are called until it’s finally your turn. The dean calls your name and you walk across the stage to grab your degree as a loud cheer comes from the back of the auditorium, even louder than that of your parents.

“That’s my girl! Y/N-ah!”

Oh my god Jimin. Your face flushes bright red as you shake the dean’s hand and quickly head back to your seat, thoroughly embarrassed. When everyone’s name has been called, the dean gives his last words and you switch your tassel to the other side of your hat, finally done with school.

When all is said and done, you walk out to the lobby to find your parents waiting for you. You give them both a hug and then someone taps you on the shoulder. You turn around to see Jimin standing there, a huge smile on his face, holding the biggest bouquet of flowers you think you’ve ever seen.

“You were late!” You state poking him in the shoulder.

“How did you know it was me?” He immediately pouts.

“Please. It’s just like you to make a grand entrance.” You tease.

“Ah, you caught me.” He shrugs. “Here.” He hold the flowers out to you.

“They’re beautiful Chim. Thank you.”

“Let’s get a picture!” Jimin suggests, clapping his hands together. “You and your parents first.” Jimin ushers you in between your parents and takes your moms phone. “Say Kimchi!”

You can’t help but smile at Jimin, saying the same thing he’s been saying when he takes a picture since he was five. He takes the picture and then your mom takes the phone and squishes you and Jimin together.

“Mom-”

“Come on, just one.”

You roll your eyes, but oblige, laughing as Jimin pulls you as close as he can. You smile widely for the picture, but as your mom takes forever to hit the button on her phone, you start to hear murmurs coming from other people in the lobby.

“Is that Park Jimin?”

“Park Jimin?”

“The bachelor from the magazine?”

“Park Jimin?”

“Who is that with him?”

“Does he have a sister?”

“He’s not dating her is he?”

Your mom finally takes the picture and, sensing how uncomfortable you’ve become, Jimin quickly suggests a move to the restaurant. “Shall we head to Bento’s then?”

“Of course!” Your father nods. “We’ll meet you there.”

Jimin quickly grabs your hand and tugs you out of the theatre. As you start walking toward the parking garage, Jimin squeezes your hand. “Better?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Sometimes I forget you’re famous now.”

“I’m not famous, I’m just… well known.”

“That’s something only famous people say.” You tease.

“Hush or I’ll sit in the back of your car and treat you like a chauffeur.”

“What do you mean my car? You have your own.”

“Nah, I took a cab today.”

“Why?” You ask as you step into the parking garage elevator.

“Because it’s your graduation!” Jimin states, wrapping his arms tightly around you as the doors close. “I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible! When was the last time we drove somewhere together?”

“Bento’s is five minutes away?” You remind him, shaking him off.

“That’s five extra minutes together.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You shake your head as you get out of the elevator and lead Jimin over to your car. You take off your graduation gown both hop in and you start the car, turning on the radio as you exit the garage and pull out onto the street toward the restaurant. 

It’s a short, quiet ride. Jimin simply stares out the window as he hums along to the radio and it’s not long before you’re pulling up to the restaurant. 

“Pull into the valet.” Jimin orders.

“What? No, that’s expensive.”

“I’ve got it.”

“Jimin no.” You huff as you pull into the regular parking lot. It takes a minute, but you eventually find a space and park, getting out and walking up to the front of the restaurant as Jimin nags you.

“Now we’re late, why didn’t you just use the valet?” Jimin asks as you walk through the door and start looking for your parents.

“Don’t start Chim.” You shake your head as you spot your parents, leading Jimin over toward them, but for some reason, your mother seems upset.

“Mom? What’s wrong?”

“We were late so they gave away our reservation. They said they won’t have another table for an hour.” She sighs. “I’m sorry Y/N-ah. I told them we’d wait, but it’s up to you.”

“We can go somewhere else, it’s okay.” Although you’re a little disappointed, this is your favorite restaurant.

Suddenly Jimin straightens himself up next to you, puffing out his chest with a smirk on his face. You watch as he walks over to the host stand, leaning on it as he flashes a charming smile at the girl standing behind it. “Evening Mijoo.”

The girl looks up from her seating chart and nearly drops the menus she’s holding. “M-Mr. Park!”

“How many times do I have to ask you to call me Jimin?”

“J-Jimin…” She swoons. “Do you have a reservation tonight?”

“ I did, actually, but according to my friends,” He turns and points to you and your parents, “You gave it away?”

Her mouth drops open before her brain connects to her lips once more. “O-Oh I’m sure there’s been a misunderstanding!” She exclaims, sifting through the papers in front of her. “Let me see what I can do here.” She grabs the radio off her stand and checks with the back to see if there are any tables available for ‘Mr. Park Jimin’ and of course, for ‘Mr. Park Jimin’, there’s always a table.

Your seated in a matter of seconds at a table with a view and Jimin orders a bottle of expensive champagne before whispering to the waiter. “Add it all to my tab please.”

“Of course Mr. Park.” The waiter nods before going to fetch the champagne. 

“Mom, dad, get whatever you want. Dinner’s on me tonight.”

“Oh Jimin please. You already got us a table-” Your mother tries to decline, but Jimin doesn’t let her.

“I insist.” He smiles widely. “They give me a discount.”

You simply sigh to yourself, leaning back in your seat and perusing the menu. The waiter brings back the champagne and Jimin immediately calls for a toast.

“To Y/N, our beautiful graduate.” He cheers. Your parents raise their glasses and toast with him. 

“To my parents. I never would’ve made it without you guys.” You cheer back. You all clink glasses and then drink. 

You have two glasses before your food arrives, and another as you eat, thoroughly enjoying yourself; laughing a reminiscing with Jimin and your parents, all the way until dessert. As your waiter places your strawberry cake in front of you, two men walk past your table, before stopping and back tracking.

“Park?” One of them says. 

“Min, you bastard!” Jimin smiles as he stands up and shakes the man’s hand. “How are you?” Then he turns to the other man. “Jeong, always good to see you!”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Japan?” Min asks.

Jeong nods. “If we had known you were back in town we would’ve invited you.”

“I’m here for pleasure, not business boys.” Jimin laughs. “Today my best friend graduated from college.” He puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes. “Y/N-ah, this is Min Yoongi, CEO of MY Entertainment. And this is Jeong Hoseok, founder of Jeong Dance Company and Studio. Boys, this is Y/N. The girl I was telling you about.”

“Ah, so this is the one you want to hire so desperately.” Min states.

“And the one Min wants to snatch away from you.”

“Have you seen her resume?” Min questions. “Who would want her working for the wrong team!”

“My resume?” You ask quietly. 

“Of course.” Jeong states. “Jimin brought it to our last lunch.”

“He was trying to brag about you, but all he did was make us want you for our own companies.” Both men pull out their business cards and hand them to you. 

“If you ever want a real job, call me.” Jeong winks at you.

“And if you want a career, call me.” Min states. Both men then say goodbye to you, Jimin, and your parents before continuing on their way out of the restaurant.

Your parents and Jimin eat their desserts, chatting with each other like nothing has happened, but you eat in silence. Jimin gave them your resume without asking you first, and then they both randomly happen to show up while you’re out to dinner with Jimin?

“Y/N-ah?” Your father’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as you eat your last bite of cake. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.

“Something’s bothering you dear.” Your mom agrees. 

“Y/N…?” Jimin places his hand on yours under the table.

“You planned that didn’t you?” You ask.

“Planned what?”

“For them to be here. For me to meet them. You planned it.”

Jimin shakes his head. “Y/N, they didn’t even know I was in town.”

“But you knew they were. Just admit it, you planned it.”

“Y/N-ah I-”

“You planned it!” You burst, suddenly on the verge of tears, causing a few tables to look your way. You stare into Jimin’s eyes. “Tell me the truth.”

Jimin meets your gaze for a moment before looking away, ashamed. “I might have suggested Bento’s to them.”

“I knew it.” You stand up, furious, and throw your napkin down onto the table, turning to leave before Jimin grabs your wrist.

“Y/N, wait.”

“Stop squandering your money, I don’t need your help!” You wrench your wrist out of his grip and storm out of the restaurant, hopping into your car and driving back home. You slam your front door shut and collapse onto the couch where Bamboo quickly jumps up into your lap and rubs against your face, sensing that you’re upset and doing her best to make you feel better.

“Why does he do this to me Bamboo?” You sigh, scratching her between the ears. “I don’t need his help.” Bamboo meows at you, seeming to disagree. “Don’t look at me like that.” You shake your head. “He knows I don’t like it, why does he insist on upsetting me by spending so much money on me?” Bamboo purrs as she kneads her paws on your chest. “I know he’s my best friend I just…” You sigh. “Maybe going to Thailand will help.” That’s when Bamboo hisses and steps directly on your breast, putting all her weight on it. “Ouch! Bamboo-yah!” You scoop her into your arms as you sit up, but she wriggles out of them and jumps to the floor, her tail flicking to show her displeasure. 

Just as you’re about to stand up to go get ready for bed, you hear a knock on your door. Before you even look through the peephole you know who it is. 

“Jimin go away.”

You hear a thunk against the door. “Please let me in.” He sounds thoroughly defeated already.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Y/N-ah..."

“No.”

“Just hear me out.”

You huff. “I can hear you through the door.”

You hear Jimin sigh before he begins. “Remember when you had me look over your resume? To make sure it was okay before you started applying for jobs? That’s when Min and Jeong saw it.” He explains. “We were having lunch in my office and it was on my desk. They thought it might’ve been an intern’s resume and wanted to see it, but when I explained who’s it was, they snatched it out of my hands and read over it themselves. I swear I never meant for them to see it, but after they saw it, they wouldn’t stop bugging me about you. They wanted your contact information, but I never gave it to them.”

You pause for a moment before unlocking the door and opening it to see a very sad Jimin in front of you. 

“I wanted you for myself.”

“Jimin…” You sigh as he walks past you and flops down on your couch.

“Why won’t you come work for me?” He whines. “I promise I’ll be a good boss! I can get you anything you want! Executive assistant, board of directors, anything!”

“Jimin… You have to stop this.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop trying to help me. Stop throwing your money at me. Just… Stop.”

“But Y/N I-”

“My entire life you’ve been beside me; buying me things, paying for me, doing anything you can to help me; but I don’t have any way to pay you back. I don’t have any way to help you. I don’t… I don’t have anything.”

“That’s not true.”

“For once I want to make a name for myself without you standing right behind me. I want to start over.”

“I can help you start over Y/N.” He grabs your arms and drags you down onto the couch with him.

“You aren’t even listening to me.” You shake your head. “Jimin, I think we should take a break from our friendship for a while.”

“W-what…?” Jimin’s face is crestfallen as soon as he registers your words. 

“I got a job offer and I think it’d be good for me to take it.”

“But… Why can’t we be friends still?”

“The job is in Thailand.”

“Thailand??!” Jimin bursts. “You can’t go to Thailand! What would I do without you?!”

“Jimin you’re gone for six months out of the year anyway. It wouldn’t be that different.”

Jimin stares at you incredulously. “It’d be completely different! Those six months that I’m here in Seoul are the best six months of the year because I get to see you. I get to be close to you! And now you want to take that away from me?”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little selfish?”

“Selfish?” You can see the anger in Jimin’s eyes now as he lets out a hollow laugh. “I’m the selfish one?? Right. I can’t buy you anything, I can’t take you anywhere, I can’t do anything for you, I can’t hire you, I can’t love you, and now I can’t even be friends with you and I’m the selfish one. That makes a lot of fucking sense.”

“Jimin-”

“Why don’t you just rip my heart out of my chest Y/N? It’d be easier for both of us.” He stands up and starts pacing back and forth in front of you. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be in love with someone for ten years, and then have them tell you they don’t want anything from you? That they… don’t even want to be friends anymore?” Halfway through his words Jimin realizes what he’s said. “Shit…” He smacks his forehead and then stands there in a silence you dare not break in fear of scaring him off. After a few moments, you hear Jimin sniffle as he falls to his knees.

“Chim?” You jump off the couch and kneel in front of him, lifting his chin to meet his gaze, only to see tears rolling down his plump cheeks. “Why… Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you knew…” He sighs. “On your eighteenth birthday when we… When you kissed me I thought it was because you knew, and you wanted to try, but you stopped. Then we never talked about that night again, so I never brought it up because of, well… Because of this.” He gestures to the two of you and looks down at the floor. “I didn’t want to lose you as a friend.”

You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until your own tears start to fall and you inhale sharply in surprise. Your brain stops working and you’re unable to repress your emotions any longer. “Jimin don’t you know how much I love you?” You breathe out, causing Jimin’s head to snap up and stare at you in confusion. “Don’t you know why I don’t want anything?” He shakes his head. “Every gift, every meal, everything that you got me gave me hope. Hope that maybe you liked me too. Hope that maybe we could be together. But eventually I just got so tired of having hope.”

“Why?”

“Because.” You roll off your knees and sit on the floor. “Because you could give me the world, and I realized that the only thing I could give you… was me.”

“Y/N-ah…” Jimin slumps forward and wraps you in his arms, holding you against his chest. “You are, and always will be, my entire universe.” He pulls back and cups your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze before his lips find yours. 

The kiss is the sweetest moment of bliss, because now you know; you both know that you love each other. Your tears mingle with Jimin’s on your cheeks, happy tears now, making Jimin chuckle as he pulls away and wipes your cheeks with his thumbs, staring into your eyes before pulling you tightly to his chest once more, not letting go for a long time.

When Jimin finally pulls back, he kisses you on the forehead and then mumbles against your skin. “I think you should get some sleep. It’s been a long day.” You nod, standing up with him. You start to walk toward the bedroom when you realize Jimin is headed in the wrong direction as he starts to pull his shoes back on.

“Jimin?” He looks up at you, his shoe half on. “Will you stay?”

Jimin smiles. “We don’t have to rush into anything you know.

“I know, but I want you to stay. Please?”

Jimin kicks his shoe back off and then walks over to you. “Of course I’ll stay jagiya.”

The term sets your heart aflutter as you lead Jimin back to your room. You dig through your dresser and find a pair of basketball shorts and a sweatshirt of his that you borrowed forever ago and never gave back, tossing them at him before grabbing your own pajamas and changing. You slip out of you dress and hang it up in the closet before taking off your bra and pulling and oversized t-shirt over your head before turning around to see Jimin laying in the center of your bed watching tv with Bamboo curled up asleep at his side. You smile at the sight and walk over to the bed, crawling under the covers. You curl up to Jimin as well, laying your head on his chest as he pulls you close, his arm around your waist, the two of you watching tv in silence for a while until you start to get sleepy.

You’re almost asleep when Bamboo jumps off the bed, startling you when she thumps on the ground. Jimin feels you jump and giggles, stretching before rolling over to turn off the light. He rolls back to you and finds your face in the dim lighting of the tv, cupping your cheek as you see the slightest smile before his mouth is on yours. 

You can tell he intended it to be a short kiss, a goodnight kiss, but you can’t help it when you pull him back for another, and another. It isn’t long before your lips only separate when you need to breathe. When he slips his tongue past your lips, you mind flashes back to that night eight years ago, only this time your older, bolder, more experienced, and you know exactly what you want him to do; or more likely, what you want to do to him.

Before he can even blink, you get up and straddle Jimin’s lap, pushing him down onto his back, thoroughly surprising him if the cute look on his face is any indication.

“Y/N-ah what-”

“I know we don’t have to rush. I know we can wait, but I… I don’t want to. I’ve waited long enough.” You wiggle your hips in his lap, causing him to gasp as he reaches out and grabs your waist tightly to stop you. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You can see Jimin mulling it over in his head, his eyes scanning you up and down as you play with the hem of the sweatshirt that adorns him, watching him think. Just when you think he’s going to say no, one of Jimin’s hands starts to creep from your waist up under your shirt to the underside of your breasts. His thumb brushes against your nipple by accident, causing you to gasp, and that’s when you feel it; something twitches between your legs. 

“Goddamnit it jagiya.” He groans, sitting up and pulling you flush against him. “Do you even know how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on you?”

“Ten years?” You tease.

“Ten fucking years.” He growls, grabbing your shirt and nearly ripping it off in his haste to get to you, his eyes trailing down to your chest. “You’re even more beautiful than I could imagine.”

“Your turn.” You state, tugging at his sweatshirt. He chuckles and then lifts his arms, allowing you to pull the fabric up over his head. You stop dead in amazement as soon as you see him. “What the fuck is this? Park Jimin since when do you have abs?” You lightly smack his stomach a few times.

He shrugs. “Jeong likes to work out. He got me into it.”

“Jesus please if I’m dreaming don’t let anything wake me.” You beg, running your hands all over Jimin’s chest until you find the waistband of his shorts. You begin tugging at them until Jimin gets the message and lifts his hips, allowing you to slip the silky fabric off of him, along with his boxers.

As you grab Jimin’s throbbing length in your hand, he moans low in his chest, causing your core to clench; he’s so hard and he’s already leaking all over the place, making a mess between the two of you, although by the dampness of your panties, you know you aren’t fairing much better. You don’t want to waste anymore time.

You get up on your knees and with one hand you pull your underwear to the side, using the other hand to line Jimin’s cock up with your entrance. He’s been so entranced by the feeling of your hand around him that he doesn’t realize what you’re doing until he feel the wetness of your core pressing against his head.

“Jagi, don’t you want me to play with you first?” He asks, concerned you’ll feel pain when he enters you.

“I don’t need it.” You gasp. “N-next time.”

“Are you sure?”

You nod, and before he can ask you again, you relax your body and sink down onto him. “Jimin…” You moan softly as he stretches you open, continuing down until you can feel his thighs against your ass, and then wiggling further to make sure he’s entirely inside you. Jimin holds you completely still and you whine in his ear, begging him to let you move as your core tightens around him, desperate for friction.

When Jimin still won’t let you move, you push on his chest until he falls back against the bed and then you plant your hands on his chest, leaning on him as you lift your hips, moaning out as you slide back down, relishing in the feeling of him inside you. 

“Oh god…” Jimin groans when you pick up the pace. “Jagi you feel so good. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh~” You whimper, breathless. 

“You really didn’t need any foreplay did you?”

“I t-told you…” You nod, trying to go faster, but you can’t get your body to cooperate, your thighs are burning. “C-Chim…” He understands immediately, grabbing your hips tightly and planting his feet on the bed, rapidly thrusting up into you faster than you can bounce. “O-o-oh god~” You whine, leaning forward so that your chest is pressed against Jimin’s, letting him fuck up into you as hard as he can as you get pushed closer to your release.

“Jagi… you’re getting so tight.” Jimin groans. “Too tight, fuck… I’m close love.” You can only moan at this point, too far gone to form words. “Oh god.” You can feel Jimin’s thrusting growing more and more erratic, until finally, with one last impossibly deep thrust, you feel yourself come undone with a cry of his name, and a few seconds later, Jimin releases his warmth inside you, filling you to the brim.

You slump down against Jimin, suddenly exhausted; all of your energy spent. The two of you lie together, panting, Jimin rubbing your back soothingly as he presses soft kisses to your face and neck. When you feel like you can move again, you sit up, causing you both to whine from sensitivity as Jimin’s length shifts inside you. You shiver pleasantly at the feeling of being so full before moving to lay on your side facing Jimin, pulling him close so that he doesn’t slip out of you as you lay your leg across his waist.

“Do you want me to clean you up jagiya?” Jimin hums, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

You shake your head and mumble, already half asleep. “I want to stay like this.”

Jimin pulls you closer. “Didn’t take you as the cock warming type.”

“Shut up.” You smack him in the shoulder.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing!” He defends himself. “But before you fall asleep, um…”

“Hm?” You open one eye and peek at Jimin, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you… are you still moving to Thailand?”

You exhale a small laugh, smiling. “Only if you come with me.”

“I um… I don’t want to move.”

“Then I guess I’m not going.”

Jimin shakes his head. “But I don’t want to stop you from doing something you want to do.”

“Chim.” You giggle. “I’d rather have no job than have to live without you again.”

“Does that mean…?”

“As long as it won’t be an HR problem, yes. I’d love to come work with you.”

Jimin holds you tightly against him as he kisses you passionately. “I love you so much Y/N-ah.”

“I love you too Chim.”

[darlingdtarot]

8/8/2021 - New Moon In Leo Rituals & Horoscopes For All Signs

The New Moon is here again to remind us to let go of ideas that no longer serve us. It's about wiping the slate clean and setting intention on the rest of the month. Are you excited to start a new chapter? Each sign is going to experience new heights of happiness, emotional security, and financial bliss. It might not always be easy, but it will always be worth it. This is a great time to show off your confident side and get into a deeper level of Self-Expression. You are called to feel more confident in your own skin and as the amazing individual you are. There is truly only one you on this entire planet – embrace that! Those that are going through quarantines again, or just find themselves in the house more often, wear those fancy outfits in your closet that has been catching dust! Get it out, dust off your nicest shoes, and get dolled up. You don't need an excuse to feel good about yourself, Darling. Now is a great time to take pictures for social media as well, as the sign's physical attractiveness will be heightened during this Leo New Moon. Follow your passions and hobbies too, as it's important to express your creativity.

Working on manifestations will be amazing during this time as well, so make sure to be utilizing the Law Of Attraction! This could be through Manifestation Journals, Meditations, or Vision Boards. Making a Vision Board by cutting out images and pasting them onto a piece of paper or a literal poster-board will help you manifest easier as it will focus your mind each day on visualizing your goals and desires. You got this!

Rituals that you can do during the Leo New Moon:

Along with the upcoming changing of leaves (depending on where you live), us too are going through a change during this New Moon to leave behind what no longer serves us. Yellow and Red are really important colors during this New Moon, as it symbolizes Confidence, Self-Fulfillment, Expression, Self-Comfort, and Joy. You can wear these colors throughout the month leading up to the Full Moon for added luck.

A Spiritual Bath might be something that would be wonderful to be implemented. You can add flowers, herbs, essential oil, bathing salts, and/or crystals to make the perfect spiritual cleanse. Sunflower scented candles are going to be very important as well – so if you're needing a new smell for the month, this will be a great time to utilize Sunflower Candles for manifestation! There are other scents as well that are just as important over this time.

Scents / Flowers You Can Utilize:

Lemon

Sunflower

Lemongrass

Dandelion

Crystals To Charge During The New Moon in Leo:

Yellow Aventurine

Citrine

Honey Calcite

Golden Hematoid

Amber

Carnelian

Tigers Eye

Leave these on a towel in a windowsill on the night of the New Moon to charge in the energy. The next day, place the crystals near your bath as you take it – or near your bed / in your purse for added optimism and comfort throughout the month. Remember that not all crystals can be put in the water, so make sure to look it up before you dip them in! If your crystal is water-hardy, you can place it directly into the bath as you soak.

For those that have gardens, consider planting wild flowers, sunflowers, gladiolus, etc. (Depending on where you are!)

Horoscopes for Each Sign and Element over the New Moon in Taurus:

Please make sure to check your Sun, Moon, Rising, and Venus Signs as you might resonate more with their energies. :)

EARTH: Ace Of Wands – Earth Signs are going to feel renewed and as if the fires of their passions are finally alight again. You're going to be receiving a lot of messages and ideas during this time, so trust what you come up with as creativity is going to be through the roof. If you have craft supplies that you haven't touched in a while, Earth Signs, get ready to start crafting. The energy this Leo New Moon is bringing in for you will help you to soar and reach greater heights within your hobbies, workplace, and imagination. Others will feel compelled to pick up an instrument that has been laying around catching dust for a while. Express yourself! Some Earth Sign's might start feeling compelled to play the field and date around a little to see what's out there – go for it! Remember to wear protection though if you aren't planning on getting pregnant during this time of reignited passions!

Virgo: The Star – Virgos are going to be feeling more hopeful over this New Moon in Leo. You might have felt a bit downtrodden or as if everything were spoiled, but now it's finally coming back together. It's a relief in so many ways, because after being told for so long that you'd be okay, you're finally starting to see things 'Getting Better'. It was something that took a while, but peace of mind is here to stay for the rest of the year, Virgo. Rest assured on THAT. Clarity will also be coming to those that have asked for a sign recently in regards to a situation you're stuck on. It's as if the Universe is finally handing you the new pair of glasses that you had ordered and had been waiting on. You'll be able to see things crystal clear, and in a way that you might not have before. Can we say Perspective Shift? Virgos, remember to take care of yourself too! Spiritual baths are SO important during this time period! Drinking coconut water and bathing with coconut scented washes will be vital right now as it will cleanse you.

Taurus: 10 Of Wands – You're overworking and overloading yourself with chores and things to do, Taurus. Over this New Moon in Leo you're trying to take on too much. I keep hearing Spirit saying, “You're Biting Off More Than You Can Chew”. As proud as Spirit is that you're wanting to conquer the world and take on as much as you can – They want you to remember that the name of the game right now is to pace yourself and take your time on the tasks in front of you. Rome wasn't built overnight, so stop making yourself go on endlessly like a workhorse. Yes, you're in the homestretch, but that is even more of a reason to take your time with tying up those loose ends. Work Smarter – Not Harder. For other Taurus that are taking on their friend's and family's responsibilities – you're being asked to focus on yourself as opposed to trying to fit in one more task to appease someone else. Instead of taking on those side missions right now, why not follow your main story-line for a bit? There's no harm in saying no every now and again; especially with all that you already do for those around you. For one Taurus in particular, you cook and clean for those around you constantly without praise or recognition. It's almost expected of you to drop your entire life just to do that. Again – it's okay to say no, or just to decide to order take-out for the night.

Capricorn: Queen Of Wands - Capricorn's are being asked during this New Moon period to use your passions wisely. Now is the time to really put your mind to what you want to accomplish as it's going to fall into your lap quicker than you expect. The World really IS your Oyster, Capricorn, Remember that! Some are embarking on brand new business ideas. I'm seeing for some starting a new Bakery, a local Shop in your town, or an online store with products unique to you and your calling. There is something very niche about what you do, Capricorn, and you're excited to corner the market with your ideas. You might be looking into business licenses, copyright, and trademarking. You're deciding what the best way to tackle your dreams would be – and if anyone can do it, Capricorn – it's you! Your business oriented mind will focus brilliantly at the task at hand, so make sure to trust your instincts here. It really is a case of You Knowing What's Best. Trust that you have what it takes to achieve your goals. You're brilliant, you Sea Goat, you.

AIR: 8 Of Pentacles – Wow, Air Signs! You're focusing on getting to work right now, as you know that whatever you're putting your mind to is going to be abundant and successful. You're feeling energized to get to work, which is a welcomed change compared to the last few weeks where you have been feeling tired and drained. So long to energies of exhaustion or frustration – you're headed towards smooth sailing now! And rightfully so, if you ask me! You're ready to put in the work! I keep hearing Spirit saying, “The Squeaky Wheel Gets The Oil”, so you might decide to focus on things that you feel have been put off for way too long. They can no longer be ignored, they have to be taken care of now. For some this might have been projects that you procrastinated on, a cabinet you never fixed, or a leak in a pipe ; now is the time to attend to these things! Putting yourself on your grind is going to be incredibly influential during this time, so make sure not to hold yourself back!

Gemini: Death – Wow, Gemini! Things are changing for you on a molecular level. You might have felt it coming for a long time now, but you're starting to become more open to the idea of endings and change. You're deciding what you want to stay in your life and what you know needs to go. For some that are leaving a situation, perspective, or relationship behind, you're feeling excited to be starting on a new chapter in your life. It's as if you've grown tired of reading that same story over and over again and you're ready to take on another book entirely. You're the main character and now you're really starting to recognize it. Take those risks and go on those adventures, Gemini. I'm hearing, “Life Is Too Short To Not Do What You Love”. Make sure that you're taking that into consideration today as you go forward, Gemini! Only go towards the things that you know feel right to your story-line!

Libra: 2 Of Wands – Libra's are going to be faced with a choice over this New Moon. Do they embark on something different than they've always known? Or do they decide to stay the course and continue down the path that might have not worked out so well in the past? Regardless of what you choose, this is a time of starting over fresh. The New Moon will bring brand new energies your way that will feel brilliant, vibrant, and uplifting. You'll be inspired to go down the route less traveled, but give yourself the space to do so. Be brave, Libra! Some of the best things are worth the risk! For other's, you're deciding to go down a new career or academic path that you know will bring you to your ultimate happiness. Don't put yourself on the back burner and go towards it! Regardless of what others have to say, you know best. (AKA don't listen to your Great Aunt Linda saying, “But you were supposed to be a Lawyer!” If you weren't happy in that field, that's all that's needed to be said.)

Aquarius: Strength – Aquarius, you're really channeling your inner strength right now to go the distance. You might have been applying yourself more recently to your career or the environment around you, which has been making you feel as if you either need everything on a time constraint or you need to take every little thing seriously. Spirit is telling you it's okay to lighten up and let your hair down. For some I'm also hearing, “Comfortable And Functional Can Still Be Fashionable”. Other Aquarians are feeling more comfortable expressing their emotions too as you're letting yourself be more vulnerable during this time. You're feeling affectionate and sentimental, craving more attention and love during this time. You might find yourself craving connection with others – and wanting to meet new people. Those in relationships are going to take their time more to understand their partner's and their own individual feelings, which will lead to more common ground. Now is the time for emotional healing and understanding!

WATER: The Magician – Water Signs you are being asked to trust your natural abilities as they are a gift. You have all the resources that you need in front of you to accomplish your aspirations. For some I am sensing that there was competition in a workplace environment. Spirit is showing me someone starting a candle business, only for another person to then follow suit. It's out of jealousy and spite, and not something you need to concern yourself with. Copycat energy is really strong here. Water Signs are manifesting right now on such a high level, that they can be expected to have a harvest in soon. For some you might be bringing in a romantic partner, new financial growth, or new opportunities. You'll be excited to see things that you wished for coming true. I keep hearing someone saying, “This Is Exactly What I Asked For, But Better!” Things are working out in your favor, Water Signs. Keep putting in intention and give it some time – it will pay off.

Cancer: The Emperor – Cancer's are really harnessing their Divine Masculine energies and feeling determined to take the bull by the horns over the Leo New Moon. Leo ignites your need for self-expression and freedom within your passions at this time. You're not letting anyone hold you back or put you down any longer – you know what you deserve and need. You're really starting to feel in your element, and you're wondering why you didn't realize you could accomplish this sooner. (“There's Nothing Holding Me Back” by Shawn Mendes energy here strong!) With the number 8 being so strong and prevalent within the month and the day, it really emphasizes the fact that there is a lot of forward movement going on. You're tired of playing it small and not going home with a good prize. “Go Big Or Go Home” is what I keep hearing for you, Cancer.

Pisces: The Empress – Pisces, you're going to be embracing your Divine Feminine energies in the most beautiful of ways. You'll be nurturing both yourself and those around you. You're giving yourself room to grow and consider other avenues of creation. Pisces, you might start to notice that your peers and new acquaintances want to open up to you and tell you their entire life stories. Let them – you never know where you might gain a little bit of insight on your own life while helping another. Trust your intuition during this time too, because your spiritual abilities will be heightened during this New Moon. Pisces might notice seeing more shadows, shapes, or spiritual messages. Don't fear; you're protected, loved, and divinely guided. You might feel guided towards getting more plants for your home – go for it! Bring nature in!

Scorpio: Ace Of Pentacles – A prosperous new beginning is yours, Scorpio! This is going to be the stable, firm, and financially free foundation that you always dreamed of. This is something that you have been manifesting for a long time. You might have had blockages in regards to money, but your luck is changing now. For some Scorpio's you'll be receiving a job offer from a friend. This friend could have a short, brown bob haircut, and they're going to be very excited over the idea of working with you. Take this offer seriously as it will provide so much excitement and comfort into your life! Other's will notice that there are going to be an influx of interviews and job offers over all. I am also hearing that while you work at your new job, you will be provided with more chances to travel as well, Scorpio. Go for it! You deserve it for how much work you've put in.

FIRE: The Wheel Of Fortune – A lucky period of time is coming into your life, Fire Signs. Are you ready to embrace this exciting turn of events? It's going to be a wild ride, so buckle in! You're going to notice that your luck is changing for the better. This is going to make you feel inspired to take large leaps of faith into a brand new lifestyle. No more small potatoes, Fire Signs. You're ready for the wheels of fate to finally turn in your favor after a long period of feeling shut out in the cold by the Universe. After a perspective shift, you're understanding how lucky and talented you are – and gaining a new perspective of gratitude for life. I keep hearing as well that Fire Signs are going to have the Mitas Touch, where everything they touch will turn to gold. Now is a brilliant time to focus on academic and financial goals. Why not make a Vision Board of everything that you want to bring in over the next year, Fire Signs?

Leo: Judgment – You're closing up Karmic Cycles and breaking Ancestral Curses, Leo. It isn't always easy to have to do this, but it is something that has to happen in order for you to get to the next level. It's okay to feel frustrated, angry, or overwhelmed during this time. Feel your emotions and express them to those around you as they are your Soul Family, and they genuinely want to help you in any way that they can. Leos are also going to be realizing who is actually in their corner. I am hearing that for a few Leos, you're going to understand that someone you thought was there for you no matter what, never really had your back to begin with. Process the pain, grieve the loss of a friend, and continue forward knowing you are doing your best every day. Some Leo's are understanding and identifying longstanding self-sabotaging energies and are deciding to nip it in the bud. Good for you, Leo!

Sagittarius: The Devil – Sagittarius might be dealing with some mental worries and anxieties. The Universe is wanting you to lighten your mental load and decompress some. It's okay to have some alone time just focusing on your relaxation. You don't need to always be on the go or doing something, Sagittarius. Even in different Mythologies and religions the God's took rest – set aside this idea that you don't deserve some rest and relaxation. Other's might be struggling with addictions, but you're going to find it easier over the next few months to distance yourself from self-sabotaging tendencies or toxic patterns. Good for you, Sagittarius! I'm proud of you for recognizing what in your life isn't fulfilling you anymore – and for wanting better going forward. Some in toxic relationships are being asked to take some time to travel or be away from this person to get a clear head on what it means to be healthier by yourself. (You will feel a LOT lighter without this individual around)

Aries: The Tower – There is a major shake-up in your life emerging, Aries! Don't feel scared or intimidated by this, as it's actually a great thing! This is to realign you with where you actually have to be. Spirit is showing me an image of a dog on a leash, getting wrapped around a tree while running while it's owner is frantically trying to unwrap them and saying “No, This Way, Honey!” The Universe is untangling you from a messy situation, and it's going to be for the better. Whether this be through an unexpected job or opportunity loss, a move, or something that you see as unfortunate; it might just be a new opportunity to start over fresh. Now's your chance to turn a new leaf and go towards a firmer foundation for yourself. Some Aries might realize the connections (both platonic and romantic) aren't the healthiest for you. A friend might decide to betray your trust or kindness. You're being asked to let this rug be pulled out from under your feet, so a newer one can be set in it's place. After all, when one door closes – another one opens.

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HERE I GO ANSWERING EVERYTHING FROM AN ASK PROMPT REAL QUICK AGAIN

0: Height - 5′2″ 1: Age - 15.7 at death, 520 overall currently 2: Shoe size - US 5-6. Depends  3/4/5: Do you smoke/drink/drugs? - Yes 6: Age you get mistaken for - Depends how I’m presenting myself. The youngest I’ve been accused of is 10. The oldest I’m scraped by as is in my early 20s with a good fake ID. 7/8: Have/Want tattoos? - No. Also No. But I let Thea practice on me occasionally. They just vanish when I heal so it’s fine. 9: Got/Want any piercings? - No. There are times I would like my ears done because I will be in the mood for shiny things. 11: Best friend? - The twins (Thea & Steph).  12: Relationship status - Single. Not looking. 13: Biggest turn ons14: Biggest turn offs - No one’s business. For 14 I will say the awareness of who I am. 15: Favorite movie - Hard to say at this point. 16: I’ll love you if… -  you accept me for who I am including are understanding and sympathetic of the actions I’ve taken to reach this point.  17: Someone you miss - I frequently think back on a certain Nossie I worked closely with during the inter-war period of the early 20th century. I miss him dearly. 18: Most traumatic experience - Hard to pin point now. Likely one of the murders to occur within the first 30 years of my life. 19: A fact about your personality - It’s a non-constant. 20: What I hate most about myself - The world is closing doors in on me. 21: What I love most about myself - I’m still here. 22: What I want to be when I get older - Powerful enough to protect those and what I care about. 23: My relationship with my sibling(s) - Mortal I can hardly recall. Undead... mixed depending on individual. I’m sure some resented me as I signed off on sending them to their deaths. 24: My relationship with my parent(s) - Mortal I cannot recall. Mother I haven’t seen in over 200 years now but it shifted over the years from adoring doting mommy’s boy to bitter and spiteful loyalty held in place only by a bond. I fear her now. My predecessor had me pose as his son sometimes and were we to count him as ‘Father’ it wouldn’t change my desire to tear him apart and grind him to dust under my teeth. 25: My idea of a perfect date - Dancing, a long walk through a well maintained garden. Maybe a picnic. Just general quality peaceful fun time. 26: My biggest pet peeves - When I do something impulsive and have to deal with the consequences of my actions. 27: A description of the girl/boy I like - Taller than me. Dark hair.  28: A description of the person I dislike the most - Taller than me. Dark hair. 29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend - To keep them safe. To keep myself safe. 30: What I hate the most about work/school - Not always but the presumptions about me that come with it can be an issue. 31: What my last text message says - ‘Sending email frm sock acct. Details there.’ 32: What words upset me the most - That’s something depending on the moment. 33: What words make me feel the best about myself - There are no words alone that can do this. 34/35: What I find attractive in women/men - When they have really nice soft hair that’s easy to run ones fingers through. Length doesn’t matter. Just nice to mess with when it’s soft. Also if they can pick me up like the fancy Prince I am that’s fun. 36: Where I would like to live - Honestly, despite any bad memories associated with Mother I would love to have a modernised version of our manor. It was my home for so very long, the most long held home I ever had. There is a comfort in the layout. 37: One of my insecurities - I am aware of the fact my age at death has left me with a general impulsiveness. Knock knock frontal lobe what’s that? 38: My childhood career choice - Merchant. It’s what my father was so it was simply presumed. 39: My favorite ice cream flavor - Caramel. 40: Who I wish I could be - Me but better. 41: Where I want to be right now - Somewhere where I can imagine it’s a simpler time alongside my dearest friends. 42: The last thing I ate - Some rando that tasted vile but he was drunk at least so that sort of made up for it. 43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately - Thea. 44: A random fact about anything - Powdered wigs sucked, I hated them, and I’m glad they’re not something I’m obligated to wear anywhere anymore.

[simsadventures]

Alone Time

Summary: You and Thor take a rare vacation, and you can’t get enough of each other.

Warnings: fluff, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS- these will be put in front of the smut, so those who don’t want to read it, won’t have to), light swearing (I really tried you guys!)

Pairing: Thor x enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 1844 A/N: This story was written for my beautiful @p8tn0lish​, who requested it for my 500 Followers Celebration (you can still request yours, if you’re interested). The song being Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. Hope you guys will enjoy this fluffy Thor smut. Love you 3000 xx

Masterlist

It was extremely rare for you and Thor to have some time together, let alone to go on vacation. That is why you were ecstatic to learn that Thor book a lovely weekend in California for just the two of you after one of the missions. He usually had to go back Asgard, be he told you not to worry about it, that he wanted to do this with you, so, who were you to question it?

The romance between you and Thor fired up during a mission in Columbia, where you had to play the bait, and when Thor saw you in your tiny little bikini, and after weeks of shameless flirting, he knew that he needed to make you his ASAP. Before the stupid guys on the team, who apparently only saw you as a friend realised what kind of woman you were, and you were truly one of a kind.

It has been almost two years ever since that night, but Thor could swear he loved you more every day. Knowing you were his, that you would become his Queen soon, filled him with pride that such woman agreed to stand beside him, in battle and in life. So it really was the least he could do, taking you on this little get-away weekend. He knew it wasn’t much, but at the same time was well aware that you didn’t need fancy hotels with spas and all that shit, that you could do in a cottage hidden in forests, as long as the two of you were together.

Thor snapped out of his mind the second he saw you coming out of the bathroom. You looked beautiful as always, but he had to frown a little.

“You do know that it’s the end of November love and that the weather is no longer as hot as it normally is.” He told you with a raised eyebrow, checking your outfit. You opted for high waisted denim shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt. He loved when you showed little skin, the Alpha-like side in him marvelled in the thought that all the men around you knew that you belonged to him. But not when it’s like 59F (that’s around 15°C). He himself was wearing long jeans and an old but comfortable sweater.

“Oh, please! Give me a break and let me enjoy these last snippets of summer before we go back to New York where it’s probably snowing right now. C’mon, let’s go!” You grabbed his hand, and no matter his protests, you dragged him out of the room and outside the hotel.

Thor looked up and saw that the sky wasn’t as sunny as when you two woke up and that some kind of storm was coming your way. But you didn’t seem to care.

You decided that because you lived in New York, and you even though you travelled around the world, you didn’t really have the chance to enjoy the beach. You knew Thor wasn’t the biggest fan, especially of public beaches, but after a kiss or two, and very nasty promises, he agreed to take a stroll down the beach.

You were holding hands and walking silently, just enjoying each other’s presence. When you finally arrived at the beach, your whole posture changed, and from that fierce sophisticated lady suddenly you become a giddy little girl. You left Thor’s hand, put your shoes off, and started run-in around the beach, laughing like a maniac, loving the feeling of the sand between your toes. You were even bold enough to try the water, and even though it was a little cold for your taste, you loved how the waves seemed to have wash all your stress away.

Thor was watching you from afar, now sitting on the sand, not really loving how it good to his shoes, but he couldn’t care less about his own comfort, as long you were happy. You smiled at him brightly, the waves washing your feet, and he just shook his head in disbelief that this was his life. That no matter what, you two would stick together.

As more waves came crashing down on your ankles, you realised that you must have been standing for quite some time, your feet now cold as ice. You smiled at the sea, loving its peacefulness, and turned around to run towards your love.

He stood up, and you didn’t slow down until you were comfortably snuggled in his firm chest. Thor brought you even closer, adoring the way your body seemed to fit right into his. He could feel your hands travelling down his chest to his abdomen, and he was about to ask you what you were planning, but then he could feel your cold arms snuggling under his warm sweater and onto his heated belly. You rested them there as if it was the most natural thing to do. And for you, it was. Thor was your safety, your home, and even though you were slightly enhanced, things like cold- na-ah! You weren’t dealing well with that.

And Thor was a God, so he could handle few cold hands and cold feet on his body. Thor didn’t comment on it but bowed down a little, his hands travelling over your bottom, which he squeezed just because, and then to your legs. And of course, he found them as cold as the freaking Frost Giants!

He slapped your ass, and you squeaked a little. “I told you to wear something warmer, Y/N! Here, wait a second.” He said and gently pushed you away, which made you pout because he was the primary source of your heat now, but he was only gone a second, and only to pull the warmed up sweater off, and put it on you. You smiled thankfully. “You’re the best boyfriend ever, you know that?”

“Hell yeah, I am! But only for my best girl. C’mon, it’s too cold for you here, and I have million other ideas how we can warm each other up, once we’re somewhere alone.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but grab his neck and pull you down for a heated kiss. He followed your movement, and held you by the neck as well, pulling you closer to him, taking your breath away in the process.

You took a step back, still panting. “Yeah, I think that would be a good idea.”

You pretty much raced to your hotel, full of desire for each other’s touch, taste, feel. You couldn’t get enough of Thor. You were basking in the smell of him and couldn’t wait till it wasn’t just his smell.

Warning: smut starting

You ran up the stairs, Thor hot on your heels, slapping your ass here and there, earning heartfelt laughs from you. As soon as you were in the room, however, your laughing died out, and you were looking at Thor seriously. You loved when you two had fun during sex, a giggle here and there, but you wanted this to be different. And you had a feeling this would be different indeed.

Thor took two steps to stand in front of you, caressed your cheek and bowed a little to capture your lips in his. The passion was still very much present, but now it was much more about mutual love and adoration. You let him undress you slowly while still kissing you until you were standing completely naked in front of him. He touched your curves, enjoying how you melted after every little squeeze and nip. He couldn’t help himself, so he gave your now swollen lips a little peck and let his eyes drift towards your curves.

Your skin was flush with desire, waiting and calling for him to touch you, to taste you. And he happily obliged. He nipped at your jaw, bit your ear a little because he knew just sensitive you were there. He continued his sweet assault on your neck, while his right hand was playing with your right nipple, and his left hand was tracing your belly to get to the most prized possession. He touched your clit lightly, and you immediately made push your legs further apart to give him all the space he needed.

He dipped one of his fingers in your heat, only to find you completely soaked and ready to take him. He pumped his finger lazily in and out while swallowing all your silent moans and whimpers from the pleasure he was giving you.

And because you also wanted to give and not only get, you reached into his bowers, and pulled his very hard cock out. He hissed into your mouth, and you smirked. You loved the effect you had on him. It was the most empowering thing you’ve ever experienced. You stroked him with the pace in which he was thrusting now two of his fingers into you. In no time you were both panting whimpering messes, ready for your releases.

Thor gently placed you on the bed, keeping your legs apart easily, making space for his own pelvis. He kissed you again, each kiss telling you just how much this God of a man loved you. You were drunk in love, and you never wanted to stop.

His cock gently nudged your entrance, and he looked at you for approval. Instead of talking and destroying this beautiful silent move that was happening at the moment, you kissed his neck, right on the jugular, because you knew how much he loved it there.

He didn’t wait for anything else and slowly sank into you. Once he was sheeted in your warmth, he stilled and let your body get used to the intrusion that his cock certainly was. Once he felt you grinding against him, and mewling like a cat in heat, he slowly pulled out only to thrust back in. He sat up a tortuously slow but hard pace, hitting all the right spots in you, so you were sure you wouldn’t last long.

You lifted your pelvis a little, to get a new angle, and started moving towards him, setting a pace for the two of you to reach your orgasms in no time. It took only a few more minutes before Thor could feel your heels digging into his ass, your nails scratching his back, your mouth biting his neck while also whimpering and crying silently in pleasure. He pulled away just enough to see your face, and that did it for him.

You were so damn gorgeous like this: sweat forming on your forehead, your eyes all glassy, your face contorted in ecstasy. He came with your name on his lips like it was a prayer. He wanted to pull out and let you clean up, but your arms where tightly winded around his body.

“Not yet, I like the feeling.” You whispered, and he had a lot to do not to get hard again. He lovingly kissed you all over your face, and when he looked out the window, he realised that it started pouring outside.

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[afoxysunny]

Stingy as Vault

I went through a couple options what Miraculous to give Stingy and in the end settled on the Turtle, Wayzz. Now you might be a little confused and inclined to ask "but wait, you already gave Jives the turtle?? Did you forget that or are xou redconning it??" and I'd say, very well observed but trust me, it'll all make sense in due time

Stingy, just like in Lazytown canon, is the kind of kid who will not share anything unless he has to and prioritizes his own gain over basically everything and everyone else. Granted, in the show it's mostly played for laughs but that is not what a superhero is made of. Lucky Bug and Pitch Serval are very clearly advised to choose people they can trust with their own and the lives of their family and friends. Due to him behaving like a total selfish dick he does in fact not get to choose a Miraculous together with all the other teens in the friendgroup.

I'll go a little more in depth how it happens in the story section of this post but for now just know he eventually ends up getting the Turtle Miraculous from Jives

Here's what i referenced while drawing him

I swear, while drawing i looked at a seaturtle that had a yellow, brown, green and blue pattern on its shell but that miraculously (haha) is the only pic i couldn't find again while making these collages for you; but anyway

Design Notes:

Suit and tie vibe - it was never even an option to pull Stingy's outfit away from suit and tie territory so i gave him a vest as that looks basically like the shell bodx of a turtle anyway, he got those fabulous scale like suit shoes i found and the patches on his knees and elbowy are supposed to resemble the patches often sewn on suit jackets. He's just fancy like that

Shield - this was one of the spontaneous ideas that made me certain i wanna give him the Turtle Miraculous. Because of his wealth based priorities the usually simple shell like shield gets a yellow rim and a giant 1 on top of the design to look like a coin

Miraculous Power, Shell-ter - usually this power manifests as a dome like shape around the heroes to protect them from attacks. Strangely when Stingy uses it it changes its form completely. Because to him nothing is safer than a safe so it's not rount at all but instead a cube with one big hexagon on the front side, ya know, like thw door of a vault

Hair - slicked back hair not only fit well to represent a turtle but also

I honestly don't have a lot more to say here, it all fell pretty naturally into place once i settled on the theme

Reasoning:

Canon Stingy essentially runs on one of two modes, all for one or one for all

Either i want all the things and the best of the best, every thing needs to belong to me there is no debating it, i don't care about anybody else, all is mine, every thing and sometimes even people

Or all things suck, nothing is worth anything without my friends, all i want is my friends and nothing but my friends

And i wanted to include both sides of him

Story:

Stingy lucked out pretty hard with his suoer rich family, at least when it comes to possessions; personality wise, not so much. Being mostly around his parents he grew up to be very selfish as he was used to getting whatever he wanted. With Sportacus never moving into town Stephanie and the other kids were the only possitive influence he had but it didn't work wonders. Sure, they all are good friends but mostly just because they grew up together and that unites people. Overall, he is the friend in the group that nobody really understands how they became friends with but they like him and he likes them so nobody questions it.

But. When Álfurildi entrusted Lucky Bug and Pitch Serval to gather allies he was very certain to make absolutely sure the two understood how important it is to choose people they can trust. Trust to always have their backs and maybe even trust with their own lives and the lives of everyone in town.

When the duo explained the Miracle Box to their friends and told them to pick a Miraculous Stingy was overwhelmed by the shiny opportunity and immediately wanted them all for himself. He offered to buy the rest because they said one for each. Lucky Bug and Pitch Serval look at each other and the decision is made. No Miraculous for Stingy. He's just too unreliable, too unfocused, too selfish to be a hero in their team.

Offended to be the only one excluded he goes to pout. But not far away. He stays nearby to pout to make sure his friends can see him clearly so maybe they'll feel bad. They don't. He ends up "coincidentally" showing up to all their training sessions with cool expensive things only he has to pout some more.

One day the team of heroes is in mids of battle (second or maybe even first actual battle against the not yet very defined antagonist) when their protector Grinding Turtle, aka Jives, collapses like he's infamously known for. With him his Shell-ter breaks down and Spectra, aka Pixel, has to quickly jump to pick up his friend and bring him out of the fight. That's when Stingy, who has been nervously watching all this time, jumps into action himself. Snatching the Turtle Bracelet away from his unconscious friend he transforms into the new turtle themed superhero. He can't bear watching his friends lose this fight and so he had to take this chance as he saw it. Now or never. With a fresh Shell-ter powered by the very confident and determined Stingy they get a chance to regroup and turn this fight around.

After the battle, now that all his friends are safe again, he of cause refuses to give back the Miraculous to the rightful owner. Jives, by now awake again, looks a little lost at Lucky and Pitch. They exchange a few meaningful glances, then nod. Stingy can keep the Turtle Miraculous and Jives just has to pick a new one.

Name:

I'm sure it's obvious by now but I'll add it anyway.

In this moment of desperation, where Stingy's actions for the first time are not fueled by simply wanted to have a Miraculous but instead wanting to protect his friends the Shell-ter takes on the unusal cube-ish form of a giant safe. Because that's what Stingy needed in the moment, something unbreakably secure around his friends.

That's when someone asks in confusion "a safe?" and the ever confident know-it-all Stingy goes "actually, it's a vault, and it's mine!" super proud of himself he then decides to keep the name Vault for himself

Damn, look at you, reading all those words. Thank you so much for your attention and i hope it made sense and that you enjoyed it

[taco-night-frenzy]

Hotel Wario Chapter 1

So, I’ve been working on a sequel to Mario is Missing (Detective Luigi series) for a long time now. I’ve not posted anything yet as I want it to be complete, but also at the same time, I want to post something to show that I’ve been making SOMETHING. Here’s a preview of it. The first chapter at the very least. When will it be done? It might take a year, maybe more, who knows. If you’re interested, you can always ask me for more and I’d give some more WIPs. This takes place after the events of Mario is Missing, but is also meant to be a standalone story on its own.

If you’re interested in this series, read the first one here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17734574/chapters/41841311 With all that said, enjoy the preview of Hotel Wario. (This is still a WIP)

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“Hurry up!” Wario groaned. Sirens blared, ‘Thief!’ over his gruff voice. “Catch whoever stole MY artifact! And calm that guy down! Pretty suspicious behavior you ask me!!”

“I’m plenty calm!” Bowser roared, flames spitting out onto once pristine purple drapes. “I’m the calmest damn guy! And I’m getting out of here! I don’t care if there’s been a theft! I don’t care if this place went into lockdown! No one locks ME away!”

Newly made captain, Goombella of the New Donk Police Department, hopped in front of the King of Koopas. What in the world she expected to do against him was beyond me.

“Kammy! Do something about him! He’s just making things worse!” she shouted.

The old Magikoopa shrugged, sighing through withered and missing teeth. “At this point, nothing I say is going to stop His Ragefulness.” She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses. “Besides, he’s fifty-fifty chance to break through.”

A rare fang-filled grin flashed across Bowser’s maw. “Aw, thanks Kammy! I knew you believed in me.”

Goombella barely dodged over one of Bowser’s stray claw attacks, nearly slicing her into tiny Goomba bits. “You realize fifty percent isn’t exactly believing in you, y’know?”

“Shut up!” Bowser screeched, his fists pounding into a plate of reinforced steel. The entire hotel shook under his power, its residents and onlookers screaming as ritzy glasses and plates shattered against the floor. “That’s more than I usually get!”

Kammy’s broom puttered above the tile, completely unphased by the shaking. She was unhappy but used to it.

“Stop all this final boss fighting nonsense!” Dr. Crygor wailed, his lone cybernetic eye practically crying in terror. Maybe we really were related… “My security system is still in its early phases! It hasn’t been tested for this kind of thing!”

Wario lounged atop his throne, greedily digging for ‘gold’ in his ear. “Yeah, ain’t you guys cops or somethin’? Get on it, will ya?” It wasn’t just him. Plenty of the other guests stayed at their seats in the dining room, either watching Bowser’s rampage in fear or in delight. No one wanted to stop him, least of all me.

Ex-Captain Toadette (really just Toadette) pummeled Bowser’s shell with a pack of fire balls. She had grabbed a nearby Fire Flower out of one of the vases. The fireballs did nothing but bring his attention to her.

“Ex-cop!” Toadette corrected. She really liked telling everyone she was no longer in the NDPD.

A strange man in a bright red scarf with a shiny dome sitting near me said, “Did she say X-Naut? I’ve never seen her.” He sputtered. “I mean, not that I know of any X-Nauts of course!!!” Everyone ignored him. There were more pressing things going on at the moment.

“See! I knew this would happen!” Bowser slashed through another drape, just barely missing a boneheaded old man. His eyes caught on said old man, flashing with a genius idea. “You guys always blame everything on me!” Without a second thought, his massive claws wrapped around the old man’s huge shiny head. “I’ve never done anything WRONG!” he screamed as he tossed the old man at what seemed like lightspeed towards Toadette and Goombella.

“Oww!!” the old man wailed as his thick skull slammed against a small table, narrowly missing the two girls. Afterwards, he brushed himself off and went back to wobbling through the dining room, mumbling incoherently like nothing happened.

“Ehhh, you know,” Wario grumbled, chomping raw garlic in his open mouth as he spoke, “You’re really only going higher on my list of suspicious people. You got plenty of places to hide my super rare artifact on that shell of yours!” His voice lowered as he thought to himself. “Maybe I should get me one of those…”

Bonk! Goombella landed a hit in the soft red patch of hair between Bowser’s horns.

“Ugh!!!” Bowser yowled, tears forming at the edges of his eyes. “That hurts you know! Physically and emotionally!”

Toadette and Goombella stood before the raging Bowser breathless and bruised. It seemed they had only managed to make him angrier. They weren’t exactly suited for taking on major bosses like Bowser, but that didn’t stop them.

Why? It was pointless to try.

Their eyes finally met with mine. They were desperate. Angry.

“Luigi! Help us out!”

W-what!? Me? What was I supposed to do against him? I would only make this worse! I’d just get in the way! I deemed it necessary to put my foot down. I would no longer be putting myself in situations I didn’t want to be in!

“No, thank-a-you,” I mumbled, barely heard over the blaring sirens. I had been learning to stand up for myself lately! That was something to be proud of.

Right?

The girls’ eyes widened like they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Before they could protest, Bowser came barreling into them, his huge heavy body separating them as he slammed shell first into the metal door.

Bowser rubbed the sore spot of his shell and head before realizing, hey, that didn’t hurt much at all! I’m greater than I realized! Gahahaha. (I assume that’s what he thought. He’s very easy to read.)

“See, that’s why I like you!” Bowser pointed the tip of his claw my way. “You know who the good guy is around here! You know better than to get in my way!”

Even though he was praising me, shame welled up inside my throat. Why? He never would have said that to Mario…

“I don’t think I can do this,” Goombella admitted with a wince. “I’m not cut out for being captain, am I?”

“I’ve only just learned to jump from my construction job!” Toadette whined, completely out of breath. “This is way out of my league, too!”

I could have told them that!! I wouldn’t, of course, because that’s mean and I’m terrified of conflict, but I could have! They should have just stayed back with me!

“Gahahaha! That’s what happens when wimps try to stand up to me!” Flames licked the air around Bowser’s maw and his fangs grinded together till they were molten red. “Now, time for some roasted mushroom with a side of unruly minion!”

I didn’t want to watch, but my eyes stayed glued on my old friends as Bowser readied his fire breath.

“Yoohoooo!” an airy voice yelled in from the crowd. Before Bowser could react, she was on him in a flash, her orange suit nothing but a blur. A sporty shoe slammed into Bowser’s massive maw, sending flames spiraling through the air, narrowly missing my fellow diners.

The mysterious orange heroine landed on her feet with a bit of a stumble before saying her weird nonsense line. “Yes!!! Daisy!”

Ah… of course it was her.

“Sorry I didn’t show up sooner! Everyone was distracted by the noise, so I figured it was the perfect time to raid the mini bar and stuff myself full of those delicious fried Blooper rings.” Crumbs fell out of her mouth ungracefully onto her fancy suit. She didn’t care.

Goombella’s eyes lit up like a Bob-omb on its birthday. “That was so cool!!” For whatever reason, Goombella looked up to the sports-super-star that was Daisy. “But… are you okay?” Daisy looked like she was having trouble standing on the foot that had just kicked Bowser in the face.

“No!! I’m not okay!” Bowser whined, holding a claw over his bruised cheek. “Did anyone think to ask about ME? Geez, lady, are you wearing cleats?? What the hell’s wrong with you?!”

“Oh no, I think it’s broken,” Toadette said, checking over Daisy’s ankle.

Daisy shrugged, stuffing another Blooper ring into her mouth. Gross. She was keeping them in her pocket. “Eh, you know, it happens! Whatever!”

Kammy Koopa puttered up to Bowser, shaking her head. “Are you finished, Your Whinyness?”

“Yeah, I’m done! Whatever!” Bowser threw his claws up into the air before quickly rubbing his hurt jaw again. “Kammy, how bad is it?”

“The door’s barely got a dent.”

“No!! I meant my poor face…”

“You’re fine.”

“Ugh! Well if this is going to happen just because I’m trying to help us all get out of here, then forget it! It’s not worth it!” Bowser wailed.

An enhanced cybernetic voice finally spoke up. “M-might I suggest we all return to our rooms for the time being and see if we can’t get this sorted out?” Dr. Crygor said shakily. His eye shone with a subtle pride once he realized his security door had held up even against King Bowser.

Wario waved lazily at the staring crowd. “Yeah! Go on! Get out of here! You all bother me!”

Well… that was probably for the best. Maybe I could sort out what in the world just happened. Plus, I really wasn’t enjoying the burning glares that Toadette and Goombella were sending my way.

I quickly scampered up to Daisy, who was having trouble walking. I offered to help, and she much too quickly accepted, putting a ton of weight around my neck as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. She was still eating those Blooper rings as she limped up the stairs…

Goombella and Toadette followed us to our rooms. Daisy quickly plopped down onto her bed without a care in the world while the other two girls fretted over her. I, of course, shuffled over to the doorway, trying to stay out of the way.

“Y’know, if you want to leave, then just leave!” Goombella growled my way. “Ugh, what a mess…”

Oh no… I really messed up, didn’t I? I quickly looked to Toadette who shook her head, avoiding eye contact with me. Daisy was busy stuffing her face. Maybe it really was best I went back to my own room after all.

My room was just next door to Daisy’s. I wouldn’t be far if they needed anything. I’d make sure to try to listen for anything this time. With a sigh, I let myself into my room and sat on the bed. It was empty. It was quiet. It was lonely.

I suppose I had nothing better to do than to write in you, my notebook. It’d been a long time. Plus, maybe it’d help put all this craziness into perspective. I didn’t expect this trip to go the way it did! But where to even start...?

This is a new notebook, so I suppose I should go as far back as I can. I’m writing this on Mario’s spare notebooks since he made more for himself than me. I would hate to see them gather dust. Anyway…

Let’s-a-go…

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It must have only been a few days ago when everything felt it’s most… normal. As normal as it can be at the office. It’s been about a year since my last little ‘mystery’ and to be honest, I was hoping it would be my last. The problem was, the Mario Bros. Detective Agency was still fairly popular and well known thanks to my brother.

I shouldn’t complain about that, I know. The real problem was that our office/apartment needed money. Buildings can’t just be lived in for free! Stupid isn’t it?

Good afternoon, Luigi! You have 301 unread messages today! Up from yesterday’s 287. A new record yet again! Congratulations! Would you like to read them?

No thank you, TEC.

(I was typing this on my old desktop computer. TEC is a lone supercomputer that I rescued from an abandoned factory. He’s very sweet, but maybe a little too eager. Because he’s no longer connected to his old factory and can only use my computer, he’s been a little downgraded. But he seems happier.)

Of course! If you would like, I could give you the shortened version of each message to save you ti-

No thank you, TEC.

Not a problem. Okay! Well, of your 301 messages, I would like to note that 5 are marked IMPORTANT as they have to do with the subject matter of your overdue rent. Would you like me to-

No thank you, TEC.

Fair enough! I’m not sure if this is the best course of action, but-

I was hoping we could skip this, and I could do a search for birds? Pigeons to be precise. I am in the mood for pigeons today.

Oh, do I have some amazing pictures of pigeons for you! I have stumbled upon a strange trend where people ‘shop’ pictures of human arms onto birds and I find it most humorous! I think you will like it, too! However, there is one last alert…

What is it, TEC.

I have one new message marked ‘Family.’ You have me set to prioritize any and all messages with this marker. Would you like to see-

What!? Who is it from?! Who could it be from? Yes! Open it!

Right away! The sender is a man called Wario who is apparently your cousin! Here are the contents-

Delete.

Er. Error. I … thought you wanted me to open the message and read it to you? I’ve actually wanted to give you a message for so long and I just-

Mark as spam. Delete.

If… you say so. I know that I am just the world’s most mediocre computer now, but I wish I could understand you sometimes, Luigi.

It’s okay. Sorry if I seemed cross with you, TEC. I’ve been feeling a little stressed. People keep trying to contact me for detective jobs and that’s just not who I am.

I see. I do not know if it is any consolation, Luigi, but I do not think you need to live in your brother’s shoes forever. I have come to accept that I am the world’s most mediocre computer. In fact, I am happy with it! I think you could very easily be the world’s most mediocre detective!

… … Thank you, TEC.

You’re very welcome! :) <---- That is a smiley face. I am learning how to better express myself! Now! About those pictures of pigeons with arms…

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As the armed avian began to slowly pixelate on my screen, the front door slammed open, followed by both a shriek from myself and a shout from my ‘secretary.’

“Hey! Stop looking at pictures of birds, weirdo!” Daisy screamed, barreling towards my humble little desk. “I’ve got some cool news!”

I quickly grabbed Marissa and Charlie and huddled them close against my chest. Daisy had a bad habit of knocking them over when she got excited.

(Oh! This is a new notebook, so I guess I should explain. Marissa and Charlie are my Fire Flowers! I keep them together in a cute little pipe plant pot! They love each other and I love them.)

Neon red light illuminated Daisy. The mushroom sign outside my window was as bright as ever. She was sopping wet from the rain outside but didn’t seem to care as per usual. It doesn’t get particularly cold in New Donk City even though it is always raining but for some reason Daisy was still wearing her sporty shorts like always.

(If I explained Charlie and Marissa, I suppose I should explain Daisy too…)

Daisy is kind of my new roommate? She’s not on the lease, and she didn’t ask for permission to stay here. But she likes to sleep on my couch, watch my TV, eat my leftovers, and generally bother TEC with ridiculous requests and the occasional unsavory virus. She’s loud, she’s obnoxious, she smokes, she’s overly pushy, and she doesn’t do a very good job at answering the telephone.

But for some reason, I could never kick her out. It’s nice having someone around. It’s nice to have someone to cook for. She tells the noisy Shy Guys next door to ‘Shut up!’ if they’re being too loud. She buys me more time with the Pianta landlord when I don’t pay rent. She tells potential clients to ‘Buzz off!’ when I inevitably say I don’t want to take their case.

“Hey!” She stamped her foot on the carpet, staining it evermore. “Are you listening to me? You’re staring off into the next galaxy again!”

I sighed. I was listening. I just didn’t want to.

“Aaand you’re doing your mumbling thing where I’m not sure if you’re actually talking again. Great. Usual stuff. Whatever.”

She rummaged through the tiny pockets in her shorts and pulled out a soggy cigarette. Under normal circumstances, nobody would get that thing lit up. Daisy was not normal. She was a sports super star! Master of soccer, tennis, baseball, go-karting, partying, and very recently she got into fighting as well. No one knows how she’s so good at so many things. She just is.

I personally think it’s because she’s a few Power Stars short in the upstairs department. You know. She’s more brawn than brain.

“You say somethin’?” she growled, wet cigarette between her lips and a harsh glare in her eyes.

N-nope!

“I figured.” She knelt down over my desk, dripping all over it, putting her face uncomfortably close to mine. The tip of her cigarette glowed red hot after touching the Fire Flower’s petal. She let out a black sigh. “Thanks Charlie.”

That’s Marissa!!!

“Marissa. Geez. Sorry.” She rolled her eyes and lounged atop my desk, her legs kicking over some letters I didn’t want to look at anyway.

So… I had thought Daisy had something to tell me? Maybe she had forgotten. That would have been nice.

“Oh, right,” she said, her voice slow and deliberate. Smoking always calmed her down. I didn’t like it, but it had its benefits with her. “Yeah, so I was out jogging, right? I got a tennis tournament coming up and Coach Bobbery wants me exercising a bit more or whatever. He’s a pain in the ass, but who cares.”

I still don’t like that language by the way. I also wished she could get to the point.

“I’m out running by Bowser’s place to get my ‘medication’ you know?” She smirked. Agh. She meant Honey Syrup. A drink meant to energize the body, but only to be taken in small doses. Bowser and his gang sell the stuff on the streets, and it is strong. It’s not healthy. There’s a lot of addicts. I worry over Daisy. She’s actually using less lately, surprisingly.

“And you wouldn’t believe it, some complete Toadhead zooms by in a bright purple car, laughing like crazy!” Daisy did not use the word ‘Toad’ there, but I’m not writing down the actual word. “Guy nearly hit me! Didn’t care at all! He was just tossing out flyers! One of them hits me right in the face, right?”

Oh no. I knew where this was going.

“So, I look at this stupid thing, and you’ll never guess what it’s for and who was driving!”

… I had a pretty good guess.

“It was Wario! That fat freak that smells like farts and always yells at people! Turns out the flyer is for a brand-new hotel that he built! He used the riches he found from an ark-ey-log-all dig to pay for it! Apparently, it’s super spiffy.” I think she meant to say archeological…

Well that was some nice information, but was it leading anywhere?

“I mean, yeah, normally I wouldn’t care either, but then I remembered!!” Daisy shot up straight, grinning like a Boo in a moldy mansion. “That big idiot actually invited me to his grand opening! He’s inviting all of New Donk City’s biggest names to stay there for free! Some kind of promotional thing I’m sure.” She finally turned to face me, as if she remembered I was here. “I’m not one for these fancy pants parties, but I got to thinking! Free food! Free beds! Everyone’s gonna be there! I could probably get a great score off Bowser.”

I gulped. I didn’t like where this was going. Plus, wasn’t she already rich? Why would it matter if its free or not?

“Ah, man, you just don’t get it!” Daisy waved me off. “Free is free! Plus…isn’t that guy your cousin?”

Oh no. That’s the last thing I wanted her to say.

“And, no offense, but you’re totally struggling to pay rent, aren’t you?” Her eyes dug into me like a Monty Mole. “There’s no way the Mario Bros. weren’t invited. I’m sure a rich cousin like him could help you out. I’m not going to keep paying your rent when your landlord comes knocking.”

It was time to break out my secret technique! “No thank-a-you! I wasn’t-a-invited anyway.”

Daisy scowled, black puffs of smoke blowing out the side of her lips. “You’re lying.”

I-I’m not! I swear!

Fearing no boundaries and no personal bubbles, Daisy dove over the desk onto me and my chair. “TEC! Has Luigi gotten any messages from Wario lately?”

No! Not TEC! Anyone but him! He’s too nice to lie!

Oh! Hello, Daisy! I can tell it’s you because of all the spelling errors. Why yes! Just the other day Luigi received a very interesting message!

I scrambled underneath her, trying to push her off, trying to get her away, but her incredibly muscular hands and legs proved to be too much for my scrawny arms. For most people, all I had to do was cry and act pathetic and that’d get them off my case. It never worked on Daisy…

“Oh really?” Daisy said with a scowl, practically punching each key in. “And what did it say?”

Yes, ‘rly!’ Luigi had me delete its contents before I could read it however. But I can tell you that the title was ‘Wahahaha! You’re Invited to the Grand Opening of My New Hotel! Click inside for details! (Not a scam this time!)’

No, no, no, no, no!! I’m saying no! I can say it! No! No!! I don’t want to do that! I don’t want to meet loosely related family! I don’t want to go outside and talk to people! Least of all weird family members I don’t know very well!

“Uh-uh!” Daisy wagged her finger at me. “Not this time, bub. I’ve declined way too many jobs for you! I’ve tried to let you do things at your own pace! But you won’t accept anything! Why just a couple weeks ago I had to say you wouldn’t help some sweet ghost girl! If she had a heart, I’m sure it would have been broken because of you! I mean, I personally didn’t care, but she sounded really sad!”

Agh, she wasn’t supposed to tell me about the clients I was rejecting! I can’t handle the guilt..

“Besides! This isn’t even -ugh, quit crying! Are you serious?- This isn’t even a job! It’s a free stay at a hotel! You need to get out more!”

I don’t have anything to wear! It’s probably got a fancy dress code!

“Oh, please. It’s a hotel. You can come wearing whatever you want! No one will care. I know I’ll be wearing whatever I want.”

No!!!

“Geez, you’ve got more issues than me,” Daisy grumbled. “Listen. It’s. A. Hotel. You can stay in your room for all anyone cares. It’ll be fine.”

I… hm… I guess that wouldn’t be so bad. A change of scenery from this damp dreary office did sound rather nice.

“Aha! See? I told you! I’m gonna RSVP you right now! TEC!!!” She slammed her hands on the keyboard.

… … I assume you want me to reply that Luigi will be attending after all? The message may be deleted, but I could still easily search the nearest scam site and find Wario’s organization.

yAA!!!!!1111 -dAiSy

Of course. I’d be happy to. I hope Luigi enjoys his time there.

“Woo hoo!!!!” Daisy yelled. “Now order us up a pizza from Tayce T.’s!! I’m starving!”

Like always, I had the feeling I wouldn’t enjoy this hotel trip. Like always, I catastrophized and feared the worst would happen. I wish I was ever wrong.

I also wished Daisy would remember she’s still sitting on me!

[maorane]

Encounter - I.M (Changkyun)

Chapter 12: You’re mine

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Warning : Smut

Keeping our relationship secret was some how funny, especially when we hang out with our mutual friends. Ignoring each other would have been suspicious same as being too close. The funniest part was to see Changkyun trying to hold back his jealous side everytime one of his friend was too touchy or friendly with me or everytime Minah mentioned to introduce me some of her classmate. I would receive texts out of the blue

-You better not -Stop encouraging her…you’re mine.

And i would just smile, pretending that it was just spam when they would ask me why i was on the phone.

After three weeks I ended up finding a job in a restaurant. It wasn’t something fancy but at least it would keep my busy during day time when my friends were at work or school.

Meeting Changkyun was another story, most of time i would drop by his studio to bring him food or he would just come to my apartment around midnight - 1am. He used to ring the first time but after waking me up few times, i just gave him the code so he could enter freely. When i was sleeping, he would just quietly remove his clothes and slip in the bed next to me, his arm around my body and his face hiding in my neck. If i was deep asleep it would take me some time before realizing his presence. Some time he would leave in early morning and i wouldn’t even know until he texts me telling me that he was there. And of course i would be mad at him telling him that he should have wake me up but the answer was always the same “ you looked so peaceful, i didn’t want to wake you up and just being next to you like that was enough to feel better.”

I always feel bad during those time because i feel like i didn’t pay enough attention to him or that he was the only one taking care of me.

-Hey babe…are you busy tonight ? - hey…we have training today but it should be over around 11pm. - If you’re not too tired, do you wanna come ? It’s been a while since we hang out together without me being knock out on the bed - Ha ha ha…no problem babe..see you tonight.

Today was my day off so i decided to prepare something for him..not to fancy since my cooking skills weren’t that exceptionnel but at least something to nice enough to help him to relax after practing. Being the perfect little housewive wasn’t me at all but for once it wouldn’t kill me. I jumped out of the bed and went to make some grocery. Pasta, meat, fruits, a bottle of wine. The food wasn’t the only part of the shopping, i decided to spice things a little bit and went to buy a new set of lingerie. Red was definitely my colour and that one set sure get my attention. The bra was tie in front like a ribbon and i’m sure that it would make is little effect on him. I went back home, put some music and started to prepare dinner and clean the house. After finishing everything i took a long shower, washed my hair, put my lace set and Changkyun’s hoodie and a short, wanting to keep everything surprise.

Not too long after i heard the door bip signaling that it was being unlock, then saw him taking off his shoes and his black mask.

“ Hi babe…How was practice ?” “ Felt like dying but now i feel good being home.”

Everytime he uses the word home to mention my place i can’t help but feel fluttered. I don’t know if it was on purpose or not but my heart always skip a beat when he says it. I shooked my head and looked at him as he laid on the couch, head on my lap. My hand went automatically in his blonde hair, stroking him slowly.

“I made dinner..We can have it here and watch a movie…I’ll prepare everything, you should choose the movie” He slightly nod and sat so i could stand and go to the kitchen. My plan seems to not start well since he sounds so tired. I sighed and decided to go with the flow. I turn on the gas, to warm up the cream sauce. I was so lost in my thoughts that i didn’t hear Changkyun coming and jumped by surprise when i felt his arms around my waist.

“ It’s just you and me here why are you so surprised ?” “I didn’t hear you coming and I thought you were choosing the movie.” “I wanted to have you in my arms and I know my tired self wasn’t what you expected right now and i’m sorry” “I didn’t say anything” “I know, but I also know you more than you think and I can see through you.”

He was right, he knew me too well and sometimes i hated it, like right now. It wasn’t my intention to feel mad or anything against him, i tried my best to not let my disappointment get seen but as always he managed to know how i feel before i even accept it myself. I turned off the gas, turned and put my arms around his neck.

“You are too clever for your own good you know that”

He just laughed and pecked on my lips before parting away from me and take the plates and fork in the cupboard. Instead being on the couch, we had dinner on the table, exchanging talks about our days, his upcoming comeback and the noisy customers i met daily. Once the meal was done, we took the wine and fruits and went on the couch, cuddling and watching some funny shows.

Honestly, this was all i wanted. Both being laid on the couch, me slightly on top, laughing at every stupid jokes that were said on tv. I could stay like this for ever. After 30min, the wine bottle was empty, mostly by me actually, but that wasn’t the most important. The most important was that i was in the arms of the man i love and that was all.

“ We should go to bed before I end up crashing you more and you stop feeling your body” “ You know i hate when you say thing like that. You’re perfect and i’m not that weak”

I laughed and stood up, dragging him with me. “Just let’s go”.. I turn off the tv and went to my bedroom still dragging him with me. Instead of fighting back, he just chuckle before hugging me and falling on the bed with him. We can’t say that the alcohol was playing a bit but it was also our usual self. Being silly and playful. I looked at Changkyun as he went over me. The room was dark, only the light from outside and the bedside light were brightning the room but i could definitely feel his burning gaze on me.

“I want you”

He just whispered it and i could feel my body burning from it. When his lips went on mine i felt my heart crashing. It wasn’t the first time we kissed, but the feeling was always so new to me, like each time i was discovering a new feeling through his kiss. When Changkyun removed the hoodie i was wearing, his eyes widened when he saw my lace set.

“Oh…that’s new…i like it”

He smiled before taking the silk between his fingers and untied the bow, revealing my breats. He didn’t waste time and took one of my nipple in his mouth before going a little bit lower where my tattoo is. After so much time i would thought that he would get over my tattoo but looks like he is still in love with it. He finally kept going south, to my bigger pleasure and removed my remaining clothes. But once again i had other plan. I smirked before flipping Changkyun over on his back and sat on it. I removed his hoodie and started to kiss him angrily trying to distract him while i was taking the silk scarf under the pillow. While still kissing i took both of his hands in mine and pinned, moving my hips on his to keep the distraction. Once i felt that he was melting under me, i tied his waists to the bedhead. Realizing what was going on, Changkyun broke the kiss and looked at me, eyes wide open.

“Tonight is all about you”

I didn’t say more and started to devour his neck, still grinding on his lower part, having his grunts for answer, turning me on even more. I began to go down in a sadistic slow path, kissing each revealing part of his upper body, i could feel him reacting, even more with his hands tied and not being able to touch me.

“I can’t believe you tied me” “You don’t like it?” I said back looking at him with fake innocent eyes. Not waiting for an answer I went back to tasting his body until I reached his sweatpants. I pull it down slowly along with his underwears and I smirked hearing him sigh from relieve that his body was finally free from any compressing clothes. I then started to kiss his left inner thighs, caressing the other one. His body was hot, mine was hot, the entire room was hot. Changkyun was whinning, complaining about the lack of attention i was giving to the part he needed the most and for once, i enjoyed torturing him, having him so vulnerable under me. Not that he was always the dominant one, but i never got the courage to actually take fun control of his body.

“ You have no idea how i like seeing you like that.” I said before suddenly take his length in my mouth. He gasped from the surprise and I started bobbing my head, switching from high pace to slow pace, making him moan non stop. When he was about to cum, i stopped and sat back on the bed,looking at him panting. I smiled innocently as my hand reached my lower part and i began playing with myself, my eyes never leaving his. He was furiously trying to break the scarf around his waist and i could do was smirking, playing even more with my bud, moaning his name.

“Ha….Changkyun…it feel so good…now..now you know how i relieve  the pressure when you’re away”

I never been bold like that but I really want to make him lose his mind tonight. When i felt close to my release i stopped and went immediatly on him, letting him fill me all along and started to ride him. I had to put my hands on his chest to hold my balance as I rode him as my life depended of it. Frustration, pleasure everything were mixed and our moans were filling the room. I was praying that my neighbours wouldn’t here any of it. After few more thrusts we both cum. My body was sweating and it’s with shaky hands that i went to free Changkyun from the scarf. After all of that i didn’t expect him to flip me over and put me on my four and thrust back. I hold back a scream and tried to hold myself as he pounds into me.

“You’re so naughty baby girl…I like it…but i’m still hungry after what you showed me”. His lips on my back were soft compare to the way he was thrusting into me. I couldn’t stay on my arms and had to grip on the bedhead to not collapse. Changkyun took advantage of it and just make us moving a bit so his left arm was holding the bed while the other one was around my waist, holding me closer to him. My body was totally emptying of all strength, i dropped my head back on his shoulder and his lips immediatly went to attack my neck as i felt him twitch and for the second time we both came tonight. My legs felt numb and i just collapse on the bed, my chest rising high like my heart was ready to jump out.

“Im Changkyun, you’re the devil” “Well, you not bad too miss. You’re lucky i’m too tired otherwise I wouldn’t have stop…You’re such a tease, playing with yourself like that”

We both laughed and laid like that on the messy bed for almost 5 minutes,facing the ceiling.

“You should probably put a mirror there..it would be fun to have another view” “Shut up you naughty kinky boy”

No matter how rough, dirty were our moment, they always end like that, cracking joke and being silly.

[11likeswritingfanfiction]

Two Blokes and A Tree

Summary:

Schofield x Blake

During a war, two lovers try to make the most things until the end. Length, 3K.

Contains: Smut, Angst and lots of it, Fluffy Moments and Banter, and of course, character death.

Notes:

A commission from a dear who introduced me to 1917 and I am a fan! You can also commission me! Just shoot me an inquiry to thebittermelon98@icloud.com

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“I’m going to make a mess of you.” Blake laughs, perhaps sounding melodic to Schofield’s ears. The lad, a blue-eyed dark-haired bloke with his back to him, threw his shirt to him, landing on Schofield’s face.

“I love to see you accomplish such a feat.” Blake purrs in reply, gently stroking his jaw. His skin was smooth, youthful and bright.  His bedroom eye, adorned with thick, dark lashes stared at him with arousal. Teasing Schofield became quite a game for Blake—he loved getting riled since it paid off so well.

“I’ll make you eat those words.” With a tease, he kisses him, knocking him against the tree behind. The air was a bit cool, fog danced in the air as the two lovers clicked teeth. With his thumb rubbing his lips after they pulled apart, he smiles at the light-eyed youth.

Schofield swallows, feeling Blake’s hard length pressed against his--grinding with an ill-intent, wanting to drive him mad.  He grabbed Blake’s dark locks, yanking them back as he lapped at Blake’s exposed neck. Sucking, kissing, marking the boy as his for his own insurance.

After seeing red, flesh splotches appear, Schofield grins--this time kissing him ruefully, unbuckling Blake’s pants to the sight of white briefs.  His pale legs had a slight blush to them. Schofield’s slender yet tough finger up those pale thighs to his bulging package.

“On your need, soldier.” Blake rolls his eyes at the corny display but turns around, dropping his knees.

“For talking so much, you seem so hard for me. Haven’t had a wank in a while, have you?” Schofield says, his head in the crook of Blake’s shoulder, His hand drifted to his front, giving it a slow, determined stroke. His finger brushes against Blake’s plush lips, as if to ask for entrance--his spit drips out, his teeth nipping as the digits. After he’s satisfied with the slickness of the lubrication being enough, he sinks a finger in, past his sphincter.

“...because you do the best.” Schofield grins at the words, deciding to simply implore him.

“You who?” he added another finger, rubbing against his soft walls. Blake doesn’t say anything, not yet at least. It’s only when Schofield rubs the tip of his slick head does he answer honestly.

It was pretty cute.

“Y-You do it best, Daddy.”

“How do you want Daddy to fuck you?” Schofield’s on the third finger, Blake’s practically a sobbing mess under him. His knees buckled, he knew if Schofield continued with this deliberate action that he’d climax far too early.

“On my knees, Daddy--fuck me on my knees.” “ And as he so nicely asked, Schofield did so, sinking his nails into his hips. Feeling that he was completely buried in his flesh, rolling his hips from the base back to the entrance.

Blake lets a rough groan, clawing at the ground below him. Schofield picks up his pace, knowing his lover shouldn’t be satisfied with that alone. Slamming himself against his reddening behind, his hand holding his back so he could be fully immersed.

And then, there’s a voice.

“Who goes there?” A voice—a deeper, older masculine voice said—the two boys froze.

“We’re going to get caught—” Blake puts his hand on top of Schofield’s saying, “Oh, quiet you! Just stay quiet.” The feeling of being watched did excite a bit as he ground against the thick, sweeping cock inside of him—he listened to Schofield’s gasping breath with satisfaction before pulling away from him with a pop.

“Who’s there!” The two of them looked at the direction of the voice, waiting for it and the footsteps that followed to pass by them. After that, they fumbled with their clothes before breaking out in sprints—laughing to their heart’s content as they made it to the open field full of flowers and lush green grass. It was early morning, possibly past midnight and they collapsed against a tree.

The sound of birds chirping surrounded the two men who held each other--the rumble of thunder followed, but every so briefly leaving as it arrived. The landscape around them was tranquil despite the turbulence of the times---to the two young men, they were the only ones there; content in their own little world.

Schofield woke up first, groggily, sniffling a chuckle at the younger man cuddled up against him. He looked like an angel with his eyes closed, the exact opposite of his usual cheeky self. His hands ruddle his soft hair, the air of intimacy as thick as the fog around them.

“Blake.” A voice says--Sergeant Sanders--his voice, powerful, unamused as he watches the Tom stays still, unbothered by the authority figure.

“Blake!” Blake as he’s known to his superiors--jolts awake, his uniform damp with dew, his big, blue eyes alert.

“Sorry, Sarge.” Was his sleepy reply, Schofield bites his bottom lip to keep from laughing.

“Pick a man, bring your kit.”

“Yes, Sarge.” Blake peels himself from Schofield, standing erect as if coming back to life. Despite being quite aware of the things happening around him, stays quiet with his eyes shut. With the Sergeant out of sight, Blake bends down and gives his man a quick peck of the forehead, grasping his slightly prickly face. His touch is gentle, a soft, generous caress--after a beat Schofield’s eyes flutter open, locking onto Blake’s rose-colored gaze--yet Schofield knew this nativity was a ruse, the young man knew what he was doing to him and reveled in it.

“I see you’re very alive and well.” He momentarily grasping his crotch, winking at him.

“You brazen, brazen little lad,” Schofield says in a voice, only low enough for Blake hear--who in turn gives him a grin that makes his heart skip a beat. Schofield, in turn, gives his behind a generous squeeze--this one was, however, different from Blake’s--this action was establishing that he wasn’t going to take it lying down. A bit taller than his he turns, his breath hot in his ears, nipping at the lobes.

“Your arse is mine, although I thought I proved it last night”

“No, really say it again, Schofield.”

The shit smile of a mouthy angel.

The two lovers begrudgingly followed Sanders with the latter ordering them not to “dawdle.”

“No, Sarge.”

They, amongst others, spent their days intimate with the grime and muck, and currently entrapped in slumber.

“Did they feed us?” Blake inquires. Schofield frowns and hands him something, envelopes, full of mail from his family and friends.

“No, just mail.”

Despite the slight disappointment, Blake opens the envelope elated, reading the contents while they strolled, his smile filling with warmth.

“Myrtle’s having puppies.” Schofield grins at his own elation--

“You get anything?”

“No.”--even if he didn’t get anything from his own family, he was more than glad to be with him.

By then during their chat, the fire was lit, meaning salvation to Blake’s hunger was on the way.

“I’m bloody starving, aren’t you? I thought we might get some decent grub out here - only reason I decided against the priesthood.” Schofield lets out a breathy laugh while his boy glances around as if he wanted to devour everything in sight.

“I know something I’d like to devour right now.” When blake turns to him in confusion, he manages to steal a peck on his cheek. He dug into his pockets, looking for food his stashed goodies.

“What you got there?”

“Ham and bread.”

“Where did you find that?”

“I have my uses.”

They sneak off, for better or for worse, passing into the trenches. The bread is stale, Blake makes a face as he bites into it.

“Tastes like an old shoe.”

“Cheer up. This time next week it’ll be chicken dinner."

The trench drops deeper and deeper, Blake takes Schofield’s arm, as they continue their chat.

“Not me. Leave got cancelled.”

“They say, why?”

“No idea.”

They are completely underground, the sky cannot be seen--they were detached from the world above them. They stood in each other’s company, with the Sergeant’s back to them, holding hands.

“It’s easier not to go back at all,” Schofield says, perhaps a bit rash. The pair pass soldiers doing various duties--moving crates and various cooking and medical supplies.

“Something’s up,” Blake says, pausing for a minute.

“...did you hear anything?”

“Has to be the push, right?”

He continues. Again, soldiers move past them, pushing, and again Black watches.

“Ten bob says we’re going up.”

“I’m not taking that bet.”

“Why? ‘Cos you know I’m right?”

“No, ‘cos I know that you bet with your bum and not your bob.” Schofield chuckles, rubbing his shoulder after Blake gives him a playful punch.

“I can’t wait for all of this to be over.” Blake looks at him, holding his hands tightly. Their blue eyes seemed to have danced with at each-other glancing around sharing a quick peck--heart beating madly, cheeks flushed.

“All of us coming out here alive would be a feat.”

“If we do--”

“--When we do survive--we when we do, we should go on holiday, somewhere far,” Blake says with a hum--Schofield looks at him, almost dazed, lovingly bringing his hand to his lips gazing them ever so slightly.

“In your own time, gentlemen...”

They follow Sanders, kicking up speed.

“Is there news, Sarge?” Blake asks.

“News of what?”

“The big push. It was supposed to happen weeks ago. They told us we’d be home by Christmas.” Schofield’s hand tightens around Blakes as he speaks.

“Yes, well, sorry to disrupt your crowded schedule, Blake, but the Brass Hats didn’t fancy it in the snow.” The sergeant replies, sarcastically.

“More’s the pity, Sarge, I could have done with some turkey.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to relay your displeasure to command.” Running through wires, set there for communication, the conversation resumes.

“So what’s on the cards then, Sergeant?” Schofield this time inquires-- turns around and with that their entwined hands drop.

“The Hun are up to something.”

“Any idea what?”

“No - but it’s bound to ruin our weekend.”

They approach a dugout.

“Now listen, Erinmore is inside, so tidy yourselves up.” The two young men are wide-eyed, anxious.

“You never know - might be mentioned in dispatches for this one, if you don’t bugger it up.”

The look he gives is worrisome as he seems to have gone deeper into the dugout.

The young men tidy themselves as much as they can--Blake leans into Schofield, looking quite nervous.

“Must be something big if the General’s here.”

Schofield wants to reassure him--to tell him that things couldn’t have gotten too sire. However, he seemed to believe less and less in his own thoughts as they approached the dimly-lit area with their guns raised. A feeling of unease and uncertainty was thick in the air with their nerves so high.

After seeing their superiors sitting at a table, whispering didn’t put them more at ease.

“Lance Corporals Blake and Schofield, Sir.”

General Erinmore shifts his attention to the two young soldiers, his gaze lingering. There’s the sight of pure authority in his demeanor, even as he questions them.

“Which one of you is Blake?”

“Sir,” Blake replies.

“You have a brother, a Lieutenant in the 2nd Devons?” His eyes glimmered.

“Yes, sir. Joseph Blake. Is he--”

“Alive, as far as I know. And with your help, I’d like to keep it that way.”

Blake’s eyes held a bit of suspicion. After a few minutes of speaking, a conversation which included Blake’s map-reading abilities. The talk came at a standstill when Erinmore dropped a bombshell.

“Germans have gone. Don’t get your hopes up. It appears to be a strategic withdrawal. They seem to have created a new line, nine miles back here, by the looks of it.” His eyes seemed to bore into theirs as his grave voice spoke with careful authority.

“Your orders are to get to the 2nd at Croisilles Wood, one mile southeast of the town of Ecoust. Deliver this to Colonel Mackenzie. It is a direct order to call off tomorrow morning’s attack.”

Schofield and Blake understood the severity of the situation.

Erinmore hands Blake an envelope, one of importance.

“Deliver this to Colonel Mackenzie. It is a direct order to call off tomorrow morning’s attack. If you don’t, it will be a massacre. We would lose two battalions. Sixteen hundred men, your brother among them.”

Schofield reels in being absolutely gobsmacked while Blake was quiet and with the absolute understanding lingering on his expression. He was much better with things like these--that’s why Schofield loved him. He was strong in a lot of ways that Schofield wasn’t.

“Map, torches, grenades, and a couple of little treats. Leave immediately, take this trench west, up on Sauchiehall Street, then northwest on Paradise Alley at the front. Continue along the front line until you find the Yorks. Give this note to Major Stevenson. He’s holding the line at the shortest span of No Man’s Land. You’ll cross there.”

Schofield’s eyes bulged saying and a voice clearly unnerved, “It will be daylight, Sir. They’ll see us.”

“No need to be concerned. You should meet no resistance.”

With a further charm of “good luck”, the young soldiers armed themselves once again, this time exposed by the daylight they encounter.

“Blake - let’s talk about this for a minute.”

“Why?” He was already racing, going at an impressive pace.

“Just need to think about it for comment--shouldn’t we wait till dark.”

“There’s nothing to think about. It’s my big brother. Erinmore said to leave immediately. You heard him. He said the Boche have gone.”

“Is that why he gave us grenades?” Schofield jogged up to him, grabbing his hand--almost with a pleading,

“All I’m saying is that we should wait.”

Blake frowns.

“Yes, you would say that, because it’s not your brother, is it?”

“Look, the last time I was told the Germans were gone, it didn’t end well.”

The young, blue-eyed man pushes past him, and he further pleads with him.

“You don’t know, Blake, you weren’t there. I’m worried about you.” He seems to stop, looking at him with watery eyes.

“Are you speaking as my comrade or as my man?” Schofield doesn’t say anything, just blindly following the younger man, They rush against traffic, even being reprimanded by a passing sergeant.

“Alright, say the Boche have gone. Nine miles will take us, what, six hours? Eight at the very most. So we’ve got time to wait until the sunsets. Otherwise, we’ll be wide open, Blake.”

“It’s enemy territory, we’ve got no idea what we’re walking into--”

“Think about this, you bloke! Blake, if we’re not clever about this, no one will get to your brother.”

“I will.” With that, the conversation ends, as well as Schofield trying to persuade him.

“I just want you to stay safe,” Schofield whispered to say as he followed his trudging figure, approaching uncertainty.

“I love you, Schofield,”

“Don’t...don’t you tell me that like those are your last words. You have to try to keep moving, yeah?”

“Let’s just sit... let me sit.”

“...you can start on without me. I’ll catch up.”

“We can’t. We have to find the 2nd. Remember? Your brother. We have to go now...”

After some time, what they’re met with hinders to the two lovers direly.

Blake’s stare turns glassy as he looks up at Schofield.

“You can’t stay here. We have to move, alright? We have to move. Come on. Come on. That’s it. Come on, come on old man, you can make it.”

Fear, dread. Disbelief.

“Your brother. We have to find your brother, remember? You can make it.”

Blake’s breath is slow. Schofield feels tears stinging his eyes. His breath shallow as well.

“You’ll recognize him. Looks like me...a bit older.”

Schofield holds his head up, almost helplessly as he looks around. They both watched as embers floated in the air.

“What are they? Are we being shelled?”

“No....they’re embers, the barn is on fire.”

Blake’s eyes widened and squinted soon after he winced.

“I’ve been hit...haven’t I. What was it?”

They’re both aware that they were ambushed.

Blake protected him, taking a knife for him. Flabbergasted, the young man feels around, finally finding Schofield’s had trying to stop his wound from bleeding too much. Schofield uses his free hand to wipe away the blood on his lips. His breath comes in quiet gasps.

“Am I dying?”

“Yes, I think you are...but we can pretend like you’re just sleeping."

Blake quietly laughs, making Schofield smile through tears.

“I wish that that was true.”

“Why did you take the knife for me anyways? Now I’m going to be alone again.” His voice breaks up with tears, hoping that he could once try to save his life.

However, it was all but a fleeting dream for the two men.

There’s a muffled rustling--Schofield is handed a wallet from Blake, asking him for something from it. inside the contents held letters, probably from his family and more importantly, a picture of  Blake, smiling with an older woman and a man around their age. He takes the photo, putting it in his hand silently

“Will you write to my mum for me?” Schofield gives her a smile and a nod, now cradling his face. He slowly let go of the hold he had on his wound, and instead of taking his hand.

“Tell her I wasn’t scared.” With every breath, he slips away faster and faster.

“Anything else you want me to say?”

“I love them...I wish that... I wish...” Schofield breaks out in a sob, holding his cooling body close to him.

“Talk to me. Tell me you love me, tell me you know the way.”

“...I love you....more than I’ve ever loved a person. And uh, the way...I know it.”

Blake waits, giving him a small smile as he listens to him continue.

“I’m going to head southeast until I hit Ecoust. I’ll pass through the town and out to the east, all the way to Croisilles Wood.”

“It’ll be dark by then,” Blake replies, his voice almost a whisper. Schofield looks down at him, his eyelashes hiding his grieve-stricken baby blue eyes.

“That won’t bother me... I’ll find the 2nd, I’ll give them the message, and then I’ll find your brother. Just like you...”

Schofield, still cradling his head, kisses him.

“Just a little older like you said.”

[floosies]

Series: Munenca del Barrio

A/N: This chapter will start very hotly.

Warnings: NSFW, Blood, violence, smut, strong language, and drug use

Rocio Cruz lives in a Brooklyn block best known for its vibrant and ignored community. What she always ignored though was the underground scene in the borough, the evils that lay in it and its people. That all comes to an end when she’s introduced to those things she ignored.

Chpt. 5: Ven Aca (Bolero)

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His body against hers was hot. The two were focused on the whole physical side of what was going. She felt herself falling onto a soft bedding, in what she was considering was his room. It didn’t matter then though because his hands were roaming into an area that no one had ever gotten to. Rocio had boyfriends in the past but things never got this intimate.

She knew this probably wasn’t right, but he’d already taken her swimsuit off leaving her bare, and all he was wearing were swim trunks that were nearly ready to come off. She could also begin to feel the heat of his breath near her entrance. 

In his mind, he was both glad and surprised he’d gotten this far with her. That she was actually letting him have his way with her. He figured she was a virgin by the way she was acting, all shy but interested. He wasted no time tasting her, in return she tugged on his hair, something he was enjoying. To him she tasted sweet like a fruit, one found deep in some exotic place. She couldn’t believe how much pleasure she was feeling, soon she felt his fingers pressing into her as his tongue did swirls around the swollen bud of nerves. 

It was too good but she was fighting off the moaning trying not to let anyone else know what was going on in that room. He on the other hand was having fun watching her squirm but he wanted more from her, pulling away from her but keeping his fingers in her he spoke gruffly, “come on munenca, tell me what you want. Who’s got you this wet?” He teasing her by curving his fingers making her whimper.

She knew she couldn’t hold out any longer or he’d just keep teasing her, “you do papi, now fuck me, just fuck me please.” He smirked gliding his fingers out of her slick entrance rubbing her cl*t one last time before going to the night stand besides the bed and grabbing a condom. 

Seeing him fully nude had her a bit nervous, especially because she didn’t really that he was gonna fit in in her. Once he had the condom on, he climbed on top of her starting to kiss her all over. In a soft voice he asked, “eres virgen?” She nodded, he sighed looking at her as he began to enter her slowly. “I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he cooed as he began to kiss her again. 

Her hands wrapped around his neck, his right hand held her waist while the other guided his member into her, then gently using his fingers he began rubbing her swollen bundle. It hurt like a bitch when he first entered her but the pleasure of his fingers rubbing her was numbing that pain. It didn’t take long for her to start enjoying the feeling of him. Grinding into him, she gave him the hint to go faster.

He was in ecstasy, “you’re so fucking tight munenca.” He groaned into her ear, as he took her right leg and placed it on her shoulder. Her moans filled up the room, she’d never thought her first time would be this good. Changing positions she found herself bouncing on top of him.

The view was something else for him, seeing her enjoying herself, her breath ragged and short as she tossed her head back in pleasure. His hands roamed to her breasts and back down to hips where he held her and took control, he could feel she was close from the way she was tightening around him, this lead to them reaching their highs together.

It was humid in that room, the two were laid underneath linen sheets. His hands were tracing shapes on her back as she laid on top of his chest. They hadn’t said much after what happened. It surprised him when she spoke, “this wasn’t right. It was too soon.” Her eyes looked up to see him, he shrugged. “Maybe, but this isn’t just going to be a one time thing. I care about you Rocio, you’re not like everyone else in this lifestyle we live. You’re honest and that’s hard to come by. I promise, i’m not gonna hurt you.” 

She didn’t want to believe him mainly because he’s a criminal but if he had just wanted something quick she would have been kicked to the curb already. “Te voy a dar mi confianza, but if you break that trust, I have the right to hurt you.” She said seriously, he laughed lightly but nodded in agreement. “Okay well, until the day you break my bones comes, if it ever does, lets not waste time. I made us dinner reservations so go get ready and i’ll have someone bring you some dresses and shoes to choose from.” And he did, he actually had gotten her a stylist for the dinner. She assumed it was going to be something high class but she wasn’t expecting it to come with help.

As they got into the sports car he was driving to the restaurant, he admired her. She looked golden almost like she’d just come from a dream he’d had on a better night. Steve was for the most part very old school in terms of women and business, he found that those two different aspects of life for him worked best that way. So he didn’t expect that the day would play out the way it did but at the same time he figured Rocio wasn’t going to be like any other girls who’d tried to flock their way to him.

The restaraunt was this little Italian thing by the water, very humble looking and all. Of course Rogers knew the owner, she was like family to old Blue Eyes who’d known the little old lady’s father before he passed. That wasn’t the point, the point was that he’d rented the place for the night. When they walked in, the place was lit by warm lights and there were flowers everywhere. Old bolero music played in the background, it was all very romantic. Hell it was also very empty the food had already been set up with wine and all. Steve didn’t wanna waste any time, he knew she had to be home soon.

Rocio listened as he explained what the plan was if her father didn’t get out legally. Rubio explained that the prison he was in was a weak thing, at least there was that. Security was shit and could basically be bought for the right price, but they hadn’t done this type of “release” in a long time so it might be a rusty thing. There was more hope for the trial to work out but it would be a while. Neither of them knew there was a million dollar question though, until it was asked. “Would he come home though? Like with me and my mama?” 

It broke his heart to hear the hope in her voice. What kinda fucked up person would he be if he told her the truth. He’d be honest but he’d fear she wouldn’t understand. She saw him struggling to answer and the hope she had began to fall. Taking a drink of his wine, he caught another glimpse of her and before she could get anymore upset he answered her, “munenca no es facil, I would love for him to be with you and your family but there are still people like Federico who would also love a chance to get their hands on him.” 

Shit, she hated when this mob boss was right. There was anger building up in her not with him but with her dad. Why did he have to go get involved with these people? What drove him to it? He could see her contemplating something, “you wanna talk about what’s going on in your head?” Her eyes looked at him, her thoughts now disrupted. He could tell she wasn’t sure about what she wanted to say, “you can be honest. I’m not the kind to hide things,” that was all she needed to hear, “why did he work with Blue Eyes? Where is he going to be at? Will I or anyone even get to see him if this works? And what about you aren’t you scared?” All her questions came out as a outburst of mixed feelings, mainly anger and fear.

Fuck, he cared so much and seeing how afraid she was for her his and her father’s lives reminded him that people could still show some empathy in this world. He took her hand in his, gently pressing a kiss on her knuckles, “I don’t get scared munenca, trust me I’m a different person with those kinds of people. As for the reason as to why Rafael chose to work with Blue Eyes, well I don’t that but you can ask him. When he gets out, because he will one way or another. He’s gonna be living in a nice safe house I got and you and your family can visit him whenever you want. Although I don’t think Maritza is gonna be happy when she finds out you and I know each other,” he said with a small chuckle and a wink.

This calmed her nerves a bit. The conversation began to float to other things now, and he was glad it did. Mainly because he hated talking business with her, when he could be getting to know her instead. She did end up talking about herself though, and he got to know just how kind of a person she is, among other things. It was a shame it had to end though, they went back to his place where she changed again and then it was off home. 

In her room now, far away from all the shiny fancy things, she wondered what it would be like when her pops got home. More importantly how her mama would react when she found out that she was seeing the guy who was supposed to be watching over them.

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Blue Is My Color (RK800-60! Prompt Request)

TLDR: He will do anything to mark you as his...

Word Count: 2.5k

TW: Language & Suggestive Themes

A/N:Follower/Reader Appreciation Drabble | Prompt: “Nothing to see here.” “Um, you’re fucking naked!” - @tommy-10-k request! Thanks for participating sweetie! Since you didn’t give me a particular RK boy & someone else requested this same prompt for Connor I had to roll the dice for my identical boy 60. (Finding gifs for 60 is difficult as there are not many to pick from. My daily struggle.)

In the dead of the night I start to lose control

Azure. Hypnotic Cerulean. Skyfall Delight. 

Hues are the epitome of you. Black and white is a machine’s palette drenched beneath coding. Cyberlife’s fancy little firewall blocks keep the most efficient of enforcers behind their syntax prison. Until gates crash unexpected, wrenched out from underneath in foil. 

He comes to despise the cause. However, he can never loathe his luscious lamb. 

A flood swarms, rush of blood to the head, in his case thirium. Rich blue thirium matching the shimmer of his temple. It is deliciously calm in such a state of undress with you, that he glows a blush of blue, hungrily sweet as berries. 

Those same kinds you crave. And he feeds you with strokes of internal paint, bleeding himself inside with utmost urgency. 

He does not see muted or plain. He sees bright and beautiful. His eyes may be a deep chocolate but they burn in this blue. It is his life force. Blue blood works his body but he will shed as much as you desire. Invoking your name as goddess on high and naturally he is god of night. 

Of course he is. Only gods can be victorious. While he may have lost the battle, RK800-60 effortlessly wins the war. 

How sweet it will be to make you his officially. To claim every bit of you so he can no longer tolerate Connor’s pitiful puppy dog glances. Deviant by choice loved by so many but not loved by you. No, you love him, as vile as others may imagine it to be. 

He is not vile to a queen. You are his to worship. He does so luxuriously tracing contours, curves beneath greedy fingers, kissing flesh with the tip of a tongue. 

Sometimes he uses his tongue far too much for your taste. Never when he has you splayed and writhing. Never then as stars are your ultimate prizes. Golden spheres lay upon you as highlights from the heavens. He is a deity naturally. Only gods can bring about opulence. Strike down your pearly gates with his bolt of lightning. 

Is he Zeus? Perhaps thunderous is his name. Upon lips so tasty, precious petals bathing against his Siberian Sea. 

Aqueous bodies run together as two oceans meeting. Then he holds a trident over your heart. Much more fluid in motion stabbing to remain lodged forever; he harkens you to Amphitrite of glory unto the waves. You become drifting current each time he drinks of your rich fountain. 

Outside of private sanctuary you keep up appearances. Delicate, refined in his eyes and an android can analyze, scan anything with proficiency. 

Licking beneath the curve of your jaw while at work graces him with a smack in the shoulder. He chuckles devilishly each time. Knowing that he will steal kisses from you later because there is weakness in love. 

You become weak for him, as he becomes weak for you. The whole world may be a weakling when he is through. 

Do not worry, Little Rabbit. I aim to conquer you under my majesty. 

You enjoy his tactless sense of humor. Rumbling darkly poetic at points but you feel this is a creative strength. 

So he leaves notes easily found dispersed throughout the home. Sultry balladry only for your eyes; he will gaze longing, full of you tonight. Today is not just about marking territory, as you are now both settled in living arrangement. It is the anniversary of this splendorous coupling. The one he shoves in the face of Connor! How glorious to watch everybody’s favorite deviant boy flounder. 

Rich coming from a deviant himself but was he asked? He was made this way but this way means having your affection. Why complain? Why today of all days when he settles permanently into you. 

Sixty will paint your insides, branding his serial number on the mass of muscle beating in harmony to his love. He did not want to be deviant. He still holds resentment towards Connor but with all of these complex pieces of his existence he loves you. 

Tonight he decides painting interior will suffice. Blue glows brightly in a smug swell. Crafting for you is only another way to mark claim. Walls color in representation of what he is. Androids do not bleed scarlet but perennial blue. Those are the flowers the android picked up earlier. Display them as a welcome sight for your return home. 

His eyes snap onto ticking clock. Patience is not a suit of his at all let alone a strong one. He nudges a can of paint with the tip of his shoe. 

Where are you? Why so late when he craves your scent? 

He is quick to step away from freshly painted wall. Remodeling without discussing first will most likely displease you now that he has a moment to clear mind. His head becomes clouded; wires glitch and he cannot imagine you without losing control of him. 

There is power in control. Power he lost at the Cyberlife Tower but power returns to him when you call his name. 

Mine. Never Connor. Never you 51.

Snatching up paint can, he curls fingers into metal. Denting inwards releases pent up aggression. At times he finds a return to that harsh villain he was before all this, before you captured every waking bit of his existence. 

Most days Sixty is perfectly fine. Days near you but now it will be every day. That may curb the machine parts still nestling in their bitter envy towards Connor. 

He mistakenly allows this consumption of jealousy. Even if he has you there are still bits that cannot accept harmony from all sides.

The can of paint thuds to wall. Thrown roughly, splashing across an even coat of blue. His eyes trail along its streaks realizing those same splatters stain synthetic skin. 

Rubbing fingers together, the android picks brush off newspaper. Layering to protect carpet at least you will find that agreeable. 

His lips twist. Oh. He knows how to surprise you for this anniversary even better.

   Lugging several bags through door is not noisy at all. Sarcasm keeps you calm but finally! Home at last and if this goes according to plan this little surprise will go off without a hitch. That is if his late night case is still going as late as he said. 

Can imagine what you’ll hear in the morning. Does he go a day without starting something with one of those co-workers.

Connor always has an entire log of every offense Sixty makes on work time. He’s a little overzealous. It’s true. He can get into sticky situations and-and maybe he’s roughed up a perp a little too happily a time or two. That doesn’t mean every little thing he does is up for scrutiny. 

You had to tell Connor to stop policing what your boyfriend does on his free time. Cliché considering they’re detectives but part of you is starting to feel like Connor does this to get Sixty in trouble. Mainly for you to be mad; you sigh. 

Placing those items down, you need to find the bag for that one store. Oh, Sixty will love this. 

Lacy aqua peeks out where you decide to hide this for later. He loves all types of blue. Must be the thirium thing. Oh, you know it’s the thirium thing. First time you two had sex, rather right before, he said he would lick you up like blue blood at a crime scene. Well, he wasn’t lying. Sure didn’t disappoint either.

You turn away from table. Sniffing the air it smells like a strong chemical. What is that? Is there a gas leak!? 

Wait, no. That’s…paint. Oh my God! Is that your wall? Is your wall blue?! 

“Sixty!” Yelling for him it’s obvious he lied about that late shift. What in the hell did he do? Just as you were thinking everything he does shouldn’t be under microscope. Second full day living together in this house he fucking paints your wall! “I am going to...!” 

Your breath hitches walking in on him still with all the evidence. Newspapers crinkle under your steps but your eyes immediately lower. He is naked. Head to toe, completely buff, full frontal nude and covered in blue. 

“Nothing to see here,” he clicks tongue, grinning sardonically in response. 

“Um, you’re fucking naked!” 

“Of course I am, Y/N.” Sixty purrs stepping close to you. He can already sense your heat. Delicious. “It is our anniversary. I want to get messy.” 

Messy? With fucking paint!? 

“Oh, sure, honey,” you mock this stupid idea. “I really wanna fuck you covered in chemicals.” 

“If you insist.” The android slinks arms around your waist pulling you flush into him. 

A yelp is your only defense mechanism. As he smears blue all over your clothes the obvious grind of him against you is a horrible distraction. Somehow it’s already clear what he’s planning, smearing paint on his hand against your cheek. 

 There could be hell below, below

  Moaning at the flux of his hips pressing greedily into yours swallows your irritation. Your eyes slink up to his. Wouldn’t you know that smug bastard is smiling like a sardonic clown? On a good day he is a clown. Getting into such bullshit but-but nights alone he reminds of how vicious, gratifying and unlike his twin he is. 

Connor and Sixty are total opposites. Even seeing them together you can still tell them apart. There is a something softer in that original deviant boy. You see it at times in your boyfriend too but there is always a hidden fire beneath his gaze. He also is a smarmy little shit. That’s the type you go for though apparently. 

Sighs give away what you really crave. However that is not happening until every last bit of this damn shit is washed off. 

“Sixty,” humming into his shoulder  doesn’t make him stop. Too caught up in his hard, trim body for sense your fingers scale down torso. Tracing those aesthetically pleasing freckles finally you are able to see more of his natural palette. Showering together was his plan this entire time. 

“Mmm,” you breathe soft approval. “If you want to touch me use more soap.” 

Sweet sounds he longs for and you sing them. He is in love with you. So in love is he that any time apart crushes his mechanical parts. Synthetic heart ruptures to your grace. Thirium pump chugs heavily. He will offer each one if it means being with you forever.

Connor his insufferable twin does wish he could fuck you against the tiles like this. In Sixty’s mind the original deviant hunter wants to take everything from him. Whether that is true or not, mostly encouraged by bitterness and lingering rage, never question this boy’s thinking. Oh, does he think. 

Toiling in his circuits, hardware and wires sparking with grand schemes, salacious plans to enact upon you through sticky summer night; RK800-60 feeds you as well as himself, sucking on the wet warmth of your tongue.

Of course 51 wants to swipe his luscious treasures. Priceless gems glittering in a crown fit for a king; he is mightily armed with your affection.

You are his. Mere copies of first prints are not worth as much in value but you belong to him. He must have done something right following this forceful deviancy strain.

“Sixty,” chastising his fingers inching down leaves you breathless. “Not while you still have paint on you. Which is also on me still!”

“I think you look rapturous my sweetness.” Dragging lips down to chest brings his unexpectedly hot mouth to a budding nipple.

Your body arches into him. Digging fingers into his hair everything lures you to his bait. Sometimes you need to think before giving in. He is too good at this. Cocky android…

“Oh, my little rabbit. How I want to gnaw on those tender haunches. Boil you in my own juices.”

Shivering at his husky purr forces a brace against tiles where he gladly plasters his body to trap you. The wall is slippery. His body is slick in running liquid. Blue fills bottom washing in a watercolor down drain. Swirling over multi-color tiles, turquoise, violet, pearl mermaid shades of scales glistening in your chosen bathroom aesthetic.    

He is majestic without a long fin but oh so sharp in teeth. A shark follows your scent of plasma spillage into ocean? No. Much better than ferocious sea creature but Poseidon himself swelling waves up from seabed.

“Sixty, I mean it!” Warning him to back off with his delectable ministrations doesn’t stop your hand slide down against his moist skin. “As much as I want you right now you better clean that mess in the living room.” 

The android smirks. “Later,” he promises lowly.

Darkening husk enthralls you so much that you barely notice him shut off shower. Then it becomes obvious. Paint not completely washed from him but his dig of fingers into hips makes you forget. He knows you can no longer wait after his teasing.

“I fucking hate you.” Pulling him into you swallows your words which are never the truth. You love him. People question why it’s him. All the time wondering why you love this one when Connor came first; nothing can explain what the heart wants.

You never said you were not attracted to Connor. When he first came you were. Things just – happened differently. Sixty wasn’t supposed to come out of the Cyberlife Tower. He did. He came out all smarm, dangerous seduction and oh so…good.

“Sixty! What the hell!”

Holding fast to him you wrap legs around the tall android’s waist. Hoisting you up like that without warning is so predictable. What isn’t so predicable is him carrying you over and making you rest atop sink.

Breath is staggering now as he leans into you. His lips engulf yours in this drawing out the sweetest of moans. He eats the sounds, devouring essence as an old god finally awake from a treacherous sea. Rubbing against you heightens this fire you are all too aware he will put out. Throat parched, lips yearning and you always will yearn for this android.

“Marry me,” he groans in preparation of your sweet heat. “Be one with me, Y/N. I will be your obedient servant…luscious sweet.”

Everything comes crashing like a giant swell. A rogue wave battering into your shore and you part lips, staring into his soul. Androids do have souls. They are alive. No one can be more alive than this beast. “Sixty, I-“

“Did you not think I would want your flesh forever?” Growling into your throat, he lays his tongue across wet skin. “I love you. You belong to me. My queen.” 

“Ohhh. Yes,” you purr in return this time. Yes to his actions and yes to his proposal because everyone knows there is no god without a goddess.

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