#and it was like. a small establishment right. the floor space was the size of maybe a typical classroom

[apollos-boyfriend]

the worst part is he’s literally one of the nicest sweetest kids i know and fully meant it without any malice or spite in his heart but also goddamn little buddy you’re gonna kill someone with your words one of these days

i’m gonna cry my mom and brother were talking about those like apple vision glasses (my brother’s a big tech bro) and my mom brought up her concern over the lack of human connection and isolation widespread use of those could cause, only for my little cousin (the 9 year old) to go, “it’s okay auntie! by the time those become popular, you’ll be dead!”

[chosok-amo]

Hi suki🫶 may i request umemiya taking care of sick reader? I read your satosugu x reader, and i wonder what umemiya will do😋 thank you

NASTY FEVER : UMEMIYA HAJIME

you’ve been mia since yesterday, making your boyfriend worried. when umemiya comes to your bedroom, he finds you unable to move from your nasty fever.

warning. established relationship! umemiya, fluff.

THERE WILL BE PART TWO (A SMUT, HIHI).

umemiya had been staring at his phone screen all morning, watching the line of unanswered texts he’d sent you. he tried calling you again, but once more, the call went straight to voicemail. he frowned, checking the time and realizing how unusual this was. you, of all people, ignoring him? the thought alone made him uneasy. you were the spoiled, clingy one, always texting and calling him at odd hours, demanding attention with the playful charm he adored. but now? complete silence.

unable to shake the worry gnawing at him, he decided to go see you himself. he climbed into his car, a sleek black vehicle that he only drove when visiting your estate, the car he bought after working for hours just to provide you the things you deserve—because otherwise, his bike was more his style—and set off.

when he arrived, he was greeted by your enormous mansion, an estate tucked behind towering iron gates, with manicured lawns and rows of imported flowers lining the driveway. the building was a sight to behold, almost as if it had been taken straight out of a modern fairytale: wide, high-ceilinged windows, intricate stonework, and a massive fountain in the front courtyard. he drove up to the entrance, where a valet opened his car door, and he tossed the keys over, barely pausing as he walked inside.

as he entered the grand foyer, the high ceilings and chandeliers reflected the wealth surrounding him. marble floors gleamed under his boots, and the soft sounds of a piano playing in one of the far rooms filled the air, likely a recording from one of the estate’s speakers. without wasting a second, he made his way to the staircase, a luxurious spiral lined with deep red carpet and framed by golden banisters, leading up to your bedroom. he took the steps two at a time, the worry he’d tried to keep at bay now growing with each step.

reaching the top, he walked through the expansive hallway, glancing at the opulent decor along the walls, each piece more valuable than the last—priceless paintings, crystal vases, intricate carvings. but none of it mattered to him now. he pushed open the double doors to your bedroom, stepping inside and glancing around the enormous space.

your bedroom was like a world of its own, with floor-to-ceiling windows draped in silk curtains, furniture so plush and ornate that it looked like it belonged in a palace, and a chandelier above the bed, casting a warm glow that softened the room’s already rich tones. his gaze landed on the king-sized bed at the center, where you were curled up under the layers of silk and velvet blankets like a tiny cocoon.

“hey,” he whispered, his voice breaking the silence as he stepped closer, heart racing a little. you looked so small, so fragile, wrapped up like that in the middle of your extravagant room.

he sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently pull the blanket down from your face. as the fabric slid away, he could finally see you: your features relaxed, your eyelashes casting soft shadows against your cheeks. he exhaled, a mixture of relief and worry swirling in his chest. “you had me worried sick,” he murmured to himself, his hand finding its way to your cheek, brushing gently.

as umemiya sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze softened, finally getting a close look at you. at first, he felt relieved just seeing you there, but the longer he watched, the more he noticed something wasn’t right. your skin, usually full of warmth and color, looked pale and drained under the soft lighting in the room, almost as if the life had been sapped from you.

a frown creased his brow as he reached out, his hand hovering near your face for a moment before gently pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. instantly, his eyes widened in concern—you were burning up. your skin was hot to the touch, feverish in a way that made his stomach twist.

“hey… you’re burning up,” he whispered, his voice laced with worry as his thumb brushed gently over your cheek. even in sleep, you looked uneasy, your face drawn and slightly flushed from the fever. beads of sweat glistened along your forehead, and he noticed a shiver pass through you despite the heat radiating from your skin.

he couldn’t remember ever seeing you like this. usually, you were lively, bright, and demanding in the best way, always pulling him into whatever you had planned for the day. but now, curled up and silent, you looked fragile, too still for his comfort.

swallowing the worry building in his chest, umemiya leaned closer, his hand moving to cup your face gently. “baby, wake up,” he murmured, trying to rouse you without startling you. his thumb continued to trace soft circles on your cheek, hoping that the gentle touch would bring you back just enough to talk to him.

your eyelids fluttered, opening slightly, and you let out a quiet, barely-there groan. your gaze met his, but it was hazy, like you were looking through him rather than at him. “haji…?” your voice was a weak whisper, barely audible.

he blinked at the sound of his name on your lips, relief mixing with concern as your eyes fluttered open, albeit just barely. the way you looked at him—through him, rather than at him—sent a chill down his spine. it was like you were there, but not quite.

“yeah, it’s me, baby,” he murmured back, trying to keep his voice steady as he ran his fingers through your hair, his thumb sweeping over your forehead before moving down to your feverish cheek. your skin was like fire, the heat radiating off of you making him frown tighter.

he moved closer to the middle of the bed, sitting beside you and studying your face closely. he noticed the light shiver that wracked through your body, a contrast to the feverish heat of your skin. “you’re burning up, princess… how long have you been like this?”

he scanned your face, noting the way your eyes seemed to struggle to focus on him, and the slight crease between your brows from discomfort. gently, he brushed his hand over your forehead again, trying to push back your hair, but it only seemed to cling to your sweaty skin.

“why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of worry and a little annoyance. “i was calling you all morning and yesterday, you didn’t pick up. i was worried sick.”

you barely registered his words, the gentle timbre of his voice mixing with the heat pounding in your head. though you could feel his hand brushing your forehead, his fingers moving tenderly through your hair, it felt as if he was miles away. your eyes drifted closed again, too heavy to keep open, and the exhaustion pressing down on you made responding feel impossible.

“hey, hey,” he said softly, his voice tinged with an edge of panic as he saw you slipping back into that hazy state. “don’t go quiet on me now,” he murmured, his hand cupping your face and his thumb tracing gentle circles against your flushed skin.

your chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and another shiver ran through you, making you curl deeper into yourself. he frowned, feeling helpless, as he watched you struggle even to keep your eyes open. “come on, sweetheart… just a little longer,” he whispered, leaning closer, almost as if his presence alone could shield you from the fever’s grip.

but instead of replying, you simply let out a soft sigh, your body giving in to the fever’s exhaustion once more. it was as if responding took too much effort, each second sapping your strength further, until you couldn’t do anything but sink back into the comforting darkness.

a mixture of worry and frustration rose in his chest. you were so weak, so unlike your usual self… it was all so sudden too. he’d seen you just a few days ago, and you were fine then. so how the hell did you end up like this?

he shook his head, pushing back the barrage of questions and focusing on the more pressing matter at hand. you were sick, and sick bad. he needed to do something. he gently shook your shoulder, his fingers applying a light pressure. “baby, stay with me. come on, open your eyes.”

he kept his voice soft, but firm, not wanting to startle you, but also desperate for you to respond fully. his hand slid from your shoulder to your cheek, gripping you a bit tighter.

“i need you to wake up for me, princess. c’mon, you’re scaring the hell out of me.” his gaze traveled over your face again, trying to see if there was any change. you were so still, so unresponsive. it was like you were trapped in some sort of feverish stupor.

your body responded first, a soft jolt running through you as if your mind finally registered the gentle shake. your eyelids fluttered, the weight of exhaustion making each blink feel like an enormous effort, but at the sound of his voice, you fought to open them. hazy and unfocused, your gaze settled on him, trying to make sense of his worried face through the feverish fog clouding your vision.

“haji…?” your voice was barely a whisper, weak and breathy, as if even speaking his name took every ounce of strength left in you. your throat felt dry, the word scratching out as you blinked slowly, struggling to stay present.

he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, a mix of relief and fear flooding his expression as his fingers brushed against your cheek. “yeah, it’s me, princess. i’m right here,” he murmured softly, but there was an urgency beneath his tone, a plea for you to stay awake, to stay with him.

you tried to smile, a faint tug at the corners of your mouth, but it faltered quickly as a wave of dizziness washed over you, making you close your eyes again. “i… i don’t feel good,” you whispered, voice barely audible as you shifted slightly, curling further into the warmth of the blanket but instinctively leaning into his touch.

as you spoke, his heart clenched in his chest. the sound of your weak voice, so unlike your usual bright and animated tone, just drove home how serious this was. “yeah, you’ve got a serious nasty fever,” he murmured, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your cheek. “when did this start, princess?”

he shifted his position, moving to sit closer beside you on the bed, his weight denting the mattress as he adjusted the blanket around you. he reached out, gently brushing back some of the hair sticking to your forehead. you were burning up, but shivering like you were cold.

your head shook weakly, barely a tilt as you struggled to even keep your eyes open. “i… i don’t know,” you whispered, voice trailing off in a soft rasp. the effort it took to form the words felt exhausting, like even the smallest movement drained what little strength you had left.

you blinked, trying to focus on his face, but everything seemed blurry, like you were looking at him through a thick haze. “just… feels like it came out of nowhere,” you mumbled, your voice sounding as distant to yourself as it did to him.

you shifted slightly, wincing as a shiver wracked through you, your body’s warmth a painful contrast to the chills creeping over you. instinctively, you leaned closer to him, seeking out his warmth, the feeling of his presence somehow reassuring. your fingers curled weakly against the blanket, clutching it closer to your chest as you muttered, “sorry… didn’t mean to worry you…”

he exhaled through his nose, frustration mixing with concern. the uncertainty only heightened his worry. how long had you been sick without him knowing? how high did your fever reach before he showed up? it could’ve been dangerous.

he swallowed hard, trying to ignore the tightness in his chest. you looked so delicate, so unlike your usual feisty self. normally, you’d be demanding attention and playing up how vulnerable you were. but now, all he saw was genuine fragility.

“don’t apologise… just stay awake for me, okay? just a few more minutes,” he assured, his hands gently running along your arms over your blanket, trying to soothe the shivers that wracked your body.

he leaned closer, one hand moving to hold your forehead, the other resting on your cheek. he had to keep you awake long enough to get some medication in you. “how long have you been in bed?” he pressed, his voice a soft prodding.

your eyes fluttered open, just barely, as you tried to recall. it felt like days, time blending together in a feverish haze. “since… yesterday? i think,” you murmured, uncertainty lacing your voice, the words coming out in a weak, almost questioning tone. the memories were fuzzy, each attempt to think it over making your head pound harder.

you swallowed, feeling the dryness in your throat and the weight in your limbs. “i… i tried to get up,” you admitted softly, closing your eyes again as exhaustion pulled at you. “but… i couldn’t,” you added, almost like it was an apology, frustration slipping through your voice as you pressed yourself further into the pillow.

he gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the wave of worry that washed over him. yesterday? you’d been like this for a day?

“why didn’t you call me, princess?” he asked suddenly, his tone sharper than he intended. but the thought of you being here, alone and sick for that long, just made his anger flare.

he immediately tried to soften his voice, realising that wasn’t exactly helpful right now. he leaned closer, one hand still against your forehead, the other tracing gentle patterns on your cheek. “i would’ve come over. you know that.”

umemiya’s jaw clenched as he watched you slip back into that feverish haze, eyes fluttering shut once again, caught somewhere between wakefulness and sleep. his gaze softened despite the frustration simmering beneath, taking in the flush that colored your cheeks, the way your lashes brushed against your skin. you looked fragile, far too fragile, and it made his chest tighten with anger and helplessness.

he let his eyes drift around the room, the opulent space feeling eerily quiet and empty, the silence amplifying his worry. how had no one noticed? how had no one thought to check on you? but he caught himself, remembering the countless times you’d insisted on your solitude, telling every worker in the house to leave you be able unless you called them—something he’d grown to understand and respect, even if it frustrated him now.

you’d always been strict about your quality time, loving your own space, always setting your own boundaries. he also knew about your parents’ long work trips once you told him days ago, leaving you alone for weeks. he felt a pang of worry, realizing how long you might’ve been curled up in this bed, too sick to even get up.

still, the thought of you here, curled up alone in this grand room, with no one to look after you gnawed at him. he exhaled deeply, a slow sigh escaping as he reached out, brushing a thumb gently across your fever-warmed cheek. his other hand moved to check the blanket, making sure it was snug around you.

“have you even eaten?” he whispered to himself, his voice thick with concern. he brushed his thumb gently over your forehead, feeling the heat radiate from you, and his jaw tightened. he’d never forgive himself if he left you to go through this alone.

you managed a faint shake of your head, your movements slow and weak, but it was enough to make his heart sink. even in your half-conscious state, you were honest, admitting in that small gesture that you hadn’t eaten, that you’d been here alone and struggling.

umemiya’s jaw clenched, again, his eyes darkening with both worry and a quiet anger at the thought of you lying here for so long, too sick to even take care of yourself. “damn it, princess,” he murmured, voice breaking with a mixture of frustration and affection. his other thumb traced softly over your cheek, his touch tender despite the tightness in his expression. “you should’ve called me… you don’t have to handle everything alone.”

as you shook your head weakly, the admission of having not eaten sent a stabbing pain through his chest. you’d been here, alone and vulnerable, and you didn’t even have the strength to eat. he could barely hold back the rush of anger and worry.

“jesus christ, princess…” he muttered, his hand move to clenching the blanket at your side, trying to keep his emotions in check. he didn’t want to upset you, not when you looked so fragile, but the thought of you here... “why do you always have to be so damn stubborn?”

he grumbled under his breath, anger simmering within him, the fact that you didn’t call him the second you started feeling unwell driving him crazy. he knew you were stubborn, but this was on a whole new level. you were sick, you were suffering, alone and in pain. without a word, he reached for the home phone on one of the bedside tables, dialing the direct line to the kitchen.

a soft beeping sound filled the room as he waited for someone in the kitchen to pick up. he still held your cheek gently with his other hand, feeling the heat radiating from your fevered skin. as the line finally connected, a familiar voice sounded from the other end.

“yes, sir?” the kitchen staff member greeted warmly to umemiya after hearing his polite yet firm voice, clearly recognizable from having worked in the house for years. your staff are already familiar with umemiya, so when they hear a man’s voice they instantly know it was him. “send up some food,” umemiya ordered, his voice firm with no room for argument. “soup—chicken noodle, and some water. no, wait. make that ginger tea, add some honey too.”

he looked down at you, your figure so small and fragile under the covers. he couldn’t shake the feeling of worry and anger from his gut. even after all this time, you were still so damn stubborn, and it frustrated him to no end.

“yes, sir,” the voice replied calmly on the other end of the line. “anything else?”

umemiya glanced around the room before answering gruffly, “yes. send some medicine—fever reducers and anti-inflammatory,” he paused, eyeing your weakened form. “and something for a sore throat too.”

“right away, sir.” the voice responded swiftly, understanding the gravity of the situation from the tone of his voice alone.

he hung up, placing the phone back on the bedside table, and turning his attention fully back to you. he moved his hand from your cheek, but not before letting his touch linger for a moment. he sat back a bit, letting his eyes roam over you again, seeing the small shivers that continued to wrack through your body. he leaned forward, pulling the blanket as tightly around you as he could.

a faint murmur slipped from your lips, barely above a whisper, “cold…” the word sounded so small, carrying a fragile edge that made umemiya’s heart twist. he took in the sight of your shivering form, noticing for the first time how thin your shirt was, your legs barely covered by your shorts.

“i’ll fix that,” he whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your feverish forehead before he stood up. he hesitated for a second, his gaze lingering on you, then he walked over to your walk-in closet. the sprawling space was filled with clothes and luxurious fabrics, but he focused only on finding something warm, something that would help ease your shivering.

as he picked out a soft, thick sweater and a pair of cozy sweatpants, he felt an urgency—an overwhelming need to see you comfortable again. he returned to your bedside, sitting beside you once more. “let’s get you warmed up, okay, baby?” he murmured gently, brushing a few strands of hair back from your face.

you responded with a small, almost imperceptible nod, your lips curling up into a weak, grateful smile. your eyes were half-lidded, exhaustion pulling at your body, but you still managed to muster a response, your voice a faint, strained whisper.

“yeah…”

he saw the way you watched him, though your eyes seemed heavy and unfocused, you still tracked his movements. he could see the relief in your gaze, a silent thanks for his being here. umemiya gave you one last reassuring look before he set to work, shifting and tugging at the covers.

unemeiya managed to get you dressed, the thick, comfortable material of the sweater and sweatpants providing some much-needed warmth to your shivering form. he tucked the blanket around you, making sure every inch of you was covered, trying to block out the chill that seemed to permeate every inch of the room.

he laid a gentle hand on your forehead again, the heat still burning underneath his touch. he noticed the sweat beading on your skin, your fevered state clearly taking its toll. he needed that medicine—now.

after a while, umemiya finally managed to settle you against the headboard, your back resting comfortably against the soft pillows he’d piled behind you. the blankets were wrapped snugly around your shoulders, a small comfort against the feverish chill that clung to your skin.

“here, just a little more,” he murmured, holding the bowl of soup carefully in one hand while lifting a spoonful to your lips with the other. his eyes softened as you blinked drowsily, barely managing to focus on him. even through the haze, you kept your gaze on him, as if anchoring yourself to his presence.

you parted your lips, accepting each spoonful as he fed you with a tenderness that spoke of his worry and care. his thumb brushed over your knuckles, tracing gentle circles in reassurance as he murmured, “that’s it… one more.”

with each bite, he stayed close, watching you carefully, his gaze never leaving yours for long. though weak, you could sense the warmth in his eyes, a silent promise that he wasn’t going anywhere. it was enough to bring a small comfort through the fever’s hold on you, as he patiently helped you through each bite.

a weak chuckle slipped from your lips, catching his attention as he continued to frown, his brow furrowed in silent frustration. you could see that sulky look in his eyes, the kind he wore whenever he was quietly scolding you—this time for not telling him you were sick.

“what’s so funny?” he muttered, his voice laced with concern, though he couldn’t quite hide the hint of annoyance. you gave him a small, hazy smile. “you’re frowning like i committed a crime,” you teased weakly, voice barely above a whisper.

as your voice floated over, he couldn't help but huff a soft sigh, his lips almost curving into a smile. even when you were sick and exhausted, you still managed to be a smartass, still managed to find the humour in his worry.

he let his gaze travel over your face for a second, taking in the slight flush to your cheeks, the fever still leaving its mark. his fingers ran softly over your skin, feeling the heat that radiated off of you. “pretty sure being this stubborn should be a crime,” he muttered, his tone half-teasing, half-concerned.

he brought the next spoonful of soup to your lips, his eyes meeting yours. “open up,” he gently commanded. you were slowly but surely finishing the bowl, each spoonful a testament to your progress. you took each bite obediently, too tired to argue or protest. but the way you looked at him, the fire in your eyes still burning despite the fever, made him smile.

as he fed you another spoonful, he chuckled softly, a sound that rumbled in his chest. “look at you, all compliant. guess you’re easier to handle with a fever, yeah?” he chuckles.

“you’re lucky you’re sick as hell, otherwise i’d be yelling at you right now,” he continued, his voice taking a firmer tone, though the worry in his eyes betrayed the attempt to chide you. he lifted another spoonful of soup, holding it to your lips, waiting for you to take it before he spoke again. “do you know how worried i was, princess?” he asked, his frown deepening slightly, the question clearly rhetorical.

you managed a weak chuckle, your lips curling into a small smirk as you glanced up at him. “did i make you cry, haji?” you teased, voice raspy but playful, though you could barely keep your eyes open. despite the fatigue weighing on you, the spark in your gaze was unmistakable.

umemiya scoffed, rolling his eyes, though a slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “yeah, right. you wish,” he muttered, feigning offense. “you might have had me a little freaked out, but you’re not getting any tears out of me.”

he brought another spoonful of soup to your lips, his eyes still watching you intently. “you should be focusing on getting better, not cracking jokes,” he chided softly, but his smile betrayed the warmth beneath his words.

as you took the spoonful, you gave him a small grin, savoring the way he fussed over you. “i’ll keep that in mind… next time i wanna make you cry,” you whispered, too tired to manage more than a lazy smile.

umemiya huffed out a soft laugh, shaking his head at your sass. even with a fever, you were still as cheeky as ever. “yeah, yeah, princess. don’t push your luck,” he reprimanded, though his voice betrayed his amusement. he knew you well. once you were set on something, especially the act of teasing him, there was no stopping you.

he chuckled, gently brushing a stray hair from your forehead. “keep talking like that, and i’ll start charging for this five-star nursing service,” he teased back, though his hand lingered, his thumb gently stroking your temple.

after, he stirred the spoon in the bowl, watching the broth swirl around, then brought it up to your lips again, holding your gaze as he spoke. “one more spoonful. think you can manage?”

you gave him a small, weary nod, lips parting slightly as he brought the spoon to your mouth. though every muscle in your body felt heavy, there was something soothing about his presence, the gentle way he held your gaze, the warmth of his fingers as they lingered at your temple.

as you swallowed the last spoonful, a soft hum of satisfaction slipped past his lips. he placed the bowl back on the bedside table before he leaned closer to you, his eyes roaming over you. the slight flush to your cheeks was now more pronounced, the fever still holding its grip.

he reached out and laid a hand on your forehead, feeling the heat beneath his palm. he frowned slightly, the worry still etched across his features. “you’re still burning up…” he muttered, his fingers tracing the edge of your jaw.

you nodded slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. “still feel like shit…” you admitted, your eyes drifting to the glass sitting on the bedside table. the dryness in your throat only added to your discomfort. “and... thirsty.”

umemiya nodded, understanding your needs without you even having to say much. he reached for the glass of water, wrapping his fingers around the cool, smooth glass. he held it for you and guided it to your lips, gently supporting the back of your head. “try to take small sips, okay? too much too fast and you’ll throw up,” he instructed quietly.

he watched as you took small sips, making sure each one went down without issue. he observed your movements, noting the tiredness in your eyes, though he couldn’t help noticing the slight quirk of your lips as you looked at him. he chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving your face. “what’s that look for?” he asked, curiosity lacing his voice as he placed the glass back on the bedside table.

you chuckled weakly, shaking your head in response to his question. “nothing,” you murmured, though a small smile lingered on your lips. there was something comforting about his presence, the way he fussed over you even when you felt your worst.

umemiya, noticing that you hadn’t finished the tea your staff had prepared earlier, picked up the warm cup and held it out to you. “you need to drink this too,” he insisted gently. “it’ll help with the fever.”

you took a few more sips, the warmth spreading through your body, making you feel a bit better despite the lingering fatigue. he watched you closely, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and affection, making sure you drank as much as you could.

once you managed to finish most of the tea, he reached for the medication, his demeanor shifting to one of gentle authority. “alright, time for your medicine,” he said, opening the packet and handing you the pills along with another glass of water. “just take it easy and swallow these down. i’ll be right here.” you nodded, taking the pills and the water, grateful for his insistence. as you swallowed, you felt the heaviness in your body begin to lift, even if just slightly. his nurturing care wrapped around you like a warm blanket, easing the discomfort you felt inside.

umemiya watched as you swallowed the pills, a sense of relief washing over him. he knew they’d help bring your fever down, make you feel better. his eyes still roamed over you, taking in your tired form, your pale skin, the way your shoulders sagged with fatigue.

he moved closer, his hand reaching out to brush a few strands of hair back from your face. “feeling any better?” he asked quietly, his voice filled with concern and affection. his fingers lingered at your temple, tracing small, soothing circles on your skin.

you raised an eyebrow at him, a playful smirk forming on your lips despite the fatigue that weighed you down. “oh, yeah, it feels like magic,” you said sarcastically, your voice laced with a hint of teasing. “a minutes in, and i’m already dancing around like a fairy.”

it was hard to keep the teasing tone out of your voice, even in your current state. the way he hovered over you, checking in with such genuine concern, warmed your heart despite the fever that still clung to you.

you couldn’t help but feel a little amused by his eagerness to gauge the effects of the medicine so soon. it hadn’t even been a minutes since you swallowed the pills, yet here he was, acting like he was waiting for some miraculous recovery. his affection was palpable, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket, and you felt a flutter in your chest. it was comforting to know he cared so much, even when you felt like a shell of your usual self.

umemiya chuckled at your sarcastic reply, his eyebrows lifting in amusement. he should’ve known better, even feverish and exhausted, you still kept your sass. your witty comebacks, the way you didn’t lose that edge, even in your state of illness— it was one of the things he loved about you.

he shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. “you’re a real comedian, you know that?” he teased back, his hand still tracing patterns across your skin, his touch gentle yet firm.

you laughed softly, a mix of sarcasm and playful defiance in your voice. “what can i say, baby? i’m a natural entertainer, even when i’m a hot mess,” you replied, a teasing glint in your eyes despite the fatigue weighing you down. the laughter felt good, a small reprieve from the fever that still clung to you.

“besides, someone has to keep you on your toes, haji. wouldn’t want you getting too comfortable playing nurse,” you added, a smirk dancing on your lips. it was a lighthearted jab, a way to keep the atmosphere from becoming too heavy. his smirk only deepened, and you could see the fondness in his gaze as he continued to gently brush his fingers along your skin, creating a soothing rhythm that calmed your racing thoughts.

“but really, i appreciate you being here. just don’t expect a standing ovation for my performance tonight,” you quipped, chuckling again softly, the warmth of his presence wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

umemiya chuckled, shaking his head again. only you could find a way to keep your spirits up, even in your weakened state. he knew it was a defense mechanism, a way to mask the discomfort behind your witty banter.

“oh, princess, i already have a standing ovation in mind for you,” he teased back, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “but it’ll have to wait until you’re feeling better.” he could see the fatigue in your eyes, the way they were starting to droop as you tried to keep up the banter.

umemiya felt a surge of warmth in his chest as he watched you, the fatigue beginning to win the battle against your spirited facade. wanting to comfort you in the best way he could, he moved slowly, shedding his clothes until he was only in his boxers. he wanted to keep you warm, and sharing body heat felt like the perfect solution.

sliding under the covers beside you, he nestled in close, a playful grin on his face. “come here, you little shit,” he joked, his voice light but laced with affection. wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he pulled you against him, your body fitting perfectly against his.

he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, feeling the heat radiate from your skin. “you’re stealing all my body heat, you know,” he teased, though the warmth of you pressed against him was comforting. his heart swelled with affection, grateful to be here with you, even if the circumstances weren’t ideal. “but i guess i can’t complain,” he murmured, his fingers brushing through your hair as he held you close, hoping his warmth would help chase away the chill of your fever.

you let out a weak giggle, the sound light and airy despite your fatigue. instinctively, you wrapped your arm around his bare waist, seeking comfort in his warmth as you nestled your head against his hard chest. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you was soothing, grounding you amidst the haze of your fever.

“guess i’ll take the heat, then,” you murmured, your voice slightly muffled against his skin. there was a sense of safety in being so close to him, a shield against the chill that had settled in your bones. his warmth enveloped you like a blanket of sun kissing your skin in the morning, and for a moment, the discomfort of your illness faded into the background.

you could feel the tension in his body ease as he held you, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back. it was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes of his care. the banter may have been playful, but this closeness was what truly made you feel better. with umemiya beside you, even the worst of days seemed a little more bearable.

umemiya relished in the way your body fit against his, the way you instinctively clung to him. it felt good to hold you like this, even if it was because you were sick. he held you closer, his fingers tracing soft lines across your back, feeling the shiver that still clung to your body.

“you’re always stealing my body heat,” he teased again, his voice low and rough. “just can’t keep your hands off me, huh?” he chuckled lightly, the sound rumbling in his chest beneath your ear.

you hummed softly at his teasing, a playful smile tugging at your lips as your fingers began to run gently up and down his chest. the warmth radiating from him felt incredibly comforting, and the connection between you only deepened with each gentle stroke.

“maybe you can stay the night for today,” you suggested lightly, your voice playful yet sincere. the thought of having him beside you, wrapped up in each other’s warmth while you tried to shake off the fever, was immensely appealing. you loved how his presence made everything feel safer, more secure.

you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief despite your exhaustion. “what do you say, haji? an all-night nursing shift, just for me?” you added, teasingly batting your lashes, the affectionate banter bringing a bit of life back into your weary body.

umemiya chuckled at your suggestion, a flicker of warmth in his eyes at the thought. the idea of spending the night with you, watching over you as you fought off the fever, appealed to him more than he cared to admit.

“hmm, an all-night nursing shift, just for you, princess?” he repeated, feigning reluctance before a smirk tugged at his lips. “and here i thought i was already working overtime, given how stubborn you’ve been all day.” he let his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer into his chest.

“fine, but you owe me. big time,” he paused for a moment, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back, taking a moment to relish in the feeling of having you close. “now close those pretty eyes and try to get some rest,” he instructed softly, his voice filled with a tender firmness. “the faster you fall asleep, the sooner you’ll kick this fever’s ass.”

you let out a soft sigh, feeling the weight of your exhaustion wash over you. “all right,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you closed your eyes, succumbing to the warmth and comfort surrounding you.

you tightened your arm around his waist, pulling him even closer beneath the blanket. his steady heartbeat against your ear was soothing, and you focused on that rhythmic sound, allowing it to lull you into a sense of peace. the tension in your body began to melt away, the worry and discomfort fading as you nestled against him, feeling safe and cherished.

“just don’t let go,” you added softly, your voice muffled against his chest, wanting to hold onto this moment for as long as you could.

umemiya chuckled lightly at your demand, a soft rumble in his chest. “like i could ever,” he muttered quietly, his voice thick with affectionate amusement. he tightened his arms around you, pulling you firmly against him, wanting to comfort you and provide you with the reassurance you craved.

he leaned his head down, his lips brushing against your forehead, leaving behind a gentle kiss. “go on, princess. just let it all go. get some shut eye, you stubborn little thing,” he encouraged gently, his fingers running lazily through your hair.

he continued to hold you, his touch gentle and soothing, his fingers tracing small, slow circles on your back. he could feel your breathing begin to deepen, the steady rhythm of your body against his letting him know you were finally falling asleep.

umemiya looked down at you, the soft rise and fall of your chest against his, the way you clung tightly to him. he couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of protectiveness as he watched over you, ensuring you got the rest you so desperately needed.

he continued the soothing motion, his fingers moving along your scalp, trying to ease any remaining tension. “don’t worry about a thing, princess. i’ll be right here when you wake up,” he murmured, voice barely above the whisper with his lips on your forehead.

for hours, he remained in that space, his gaze flickering between the television screen and your peaceful face. the soft glow of the screen cast gentle shadows across the room, but his attention was mostly on you, the way you nestled against him, your breathing gradually becoming steadier.

each time he caught a glimpse of you, he felt a wave of warmth and protectiveness wash over him. he couldn’t help but smile as he gently pressed his lips to your forehead, the action becoming instinctual, a silent promise that he would be there for you. his fingers continued to stroke your hair, weaving through the strands, creating a rhythm that seemed to sync with your deepening sleep.

he kept the TV volume low, not wanting to disturb you, but found himself growing restless as the hours ticked by. despite your peaceful slumber, he could sense the occasional hitch in your breath, the subtle sign that your body was still battling the fever. he continued to soothe you with his touch, whispering soft reassurances that you might not even hear.

“i’ve got you,” he whispered quietly, though he knew you couldn’t hear him. the world outside faded away, and for him, nothing mattered more than ensuring you felt safe and loved in that moment. he stayed vigilant, anticipating the moment you’d wake, ready to shower you with affection and care. in the stillness of the room, umemiya felt a sense of peace settle over him, knowing he’d be right there when you opened your eyes again.

[brayneworms]

and teary faces know the craft | lyney

kinktober day one: lingerie

word count. 1.8k

content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, lingerie, making out, both lyney + reader getting blueballed, allusions to jealousy + insecurity, somewhat established relationship, lyney is a bratttt, gender neutral reader

♪ death kink - fontaines d.c.

notes. call that lyngerie

kinktober 2024 m.list | regular m.list

He's a tease. 

You should more than likely stop being surprised by it; like the owl is wise and the bake-danuki is curious, it's simply in his nature. The coy flutter of a lash, the point of a toned leg, the briefest catching of his amethyst eyes on yours at something that could be construed as innuendo. A flash like the white spark of a kamera bulb, and then gone again, retreating into shadow like it was never there in the first place. 

Backstage smells like pine wood and wax. The stage squeaks with each turn of Lyney's boot upon the shining floor. In around an hour, the Opera Epiclese will be seething with audience members, packed in and huddled tight for the show. For now, it is only a palimpsest; the only people in the seats for now are you and Freminet, who maintains a shy distance a couple rows in front of you, fiddling with his little robotic penguin. You think he's started to grow used to your presence—and he's pretty sharp beneath the sandy bangs, his eyes snagging on little things others might gloss right over.

You suppose Lyney and Lynette are similar, though; beneath different veneers, all of Arlecchino's children are remiss to let any small detail slip by them. 

You suppose it's a mark of the Hearth, that inclination towards neuroticism. 

"And voila!" The twins' routine finishes with a swish of Lynette's skirt and Lyney's arms raised towards the domed ceiling. "What did you think?"

Freminet raises his head. "It was great," he mutters. "As always. The bit with the water tank is new, right?"

"It's merely a spruce-up of our old bit with the box," Lyney smiles. "But yes, essentially, it's new."

Freminet hums. "Well... be careful, is all. I liked it though."

Lyney beams. It's an inevitability that his gaze turns to you then, hunched a little further back. "And you, our dear guest? Do you concur?"

You raise your chin. "I think... it's your best work yet." 

The smile Lyney offers is beatific—and genuine, you know, only because your own praise is such. As someone who lives a life half behind a mask, Lyney has become well-tuned to the frequency of other people's lies; it's why, you often think, he's so enamoured with you. Because you don't lie to him. 

"Does that mean we can take a small break?" Lynette asks, fiddling with a glove. "I'd like a chance to refresh before the real show."

"Of course, of course. I would say we've more than earned it." As Lynette makes her way offstage, probably on the hunt for a teahouse, Freminet trails after her and Lyney catches your eye. You approach up the centre aisle that runs through the middle like a parting through a scalp, up to the edge of the stage. It’s so tall that it comes up to your chin, and Lyney extends a hand down to help you haul yourself up. It smells like rosewood and wax up here, settling pleasantly in your nose. Lyney watches you, eyes wide, earnest. He has such a sweet face, if you can learn to ignore the gleam in his eye. 

“Want to help me get ready?” he asks casually. You bite back the urge to raise a brow; he looks stage-perfect already, down to the outfit. He doesn’t need help with a damn thing.

All you say is, “Sure,” and he leads you happily through the maze of corridors backstage to his dressing room. He and Lynette have separate ones here, which is nice; neither of them particularly like sharing space. Lynette keeps her things organised, and Lyney… decidedly doesn’t. He’s not a messy person by metric, but he does tend to charge forward toward the goal without realising the trail he was leaving in his wake. 

The dressing room is modestly sized, draped in swaths of red and gold cloth that make it feel heady and hot and close. A sparkling mirror edged in something that glows lurid and blue-white, throwing your features into sharp relief; and a complimentary basket of local Fontainian specialities which you pick through with interest, coming up with foreign titian fruits and crystal bottles of fizzy alcohol.

“So…” Lyney hovers at your shoulder, watching you pick through the cellophane-wrapped morsels. “You really liked the show?”

“I did.” You put back some fancy chocolate thing and turn to face him; he doesn’t back off, watching with his hands twisting like snakes before him. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was nervous. “You’re really getting into it. Lynette’s working very hard.”

It’s a prod, a careful poke—and as you guessed, Lyney pouts. If he had ears like his sister, they’d probably be pinned back against his head right now. “Only Lynette?” 

 A slow grin spreads over your face like molasses. “Oh, I see. You’re fishing for something.”

“Ahaha… I don’t fish.” He crosses his arms over his chest, chin jutting petulantly. “But when you go out of your way not to compliment me, you can’t blame me for thinking the worst. Perhaps my loveliest guest of all is losing interest?”

“Perhaps,” you say mildly, then backtrack as soon as his expression falters. “Oh, come on. You know what I think of you. Must I say it every time.”

“You could stand to say it more.”

“I bought you that lovely gift only a few days ago.”

Lyney’s eyes flash; that gleam, like the side of a cut amethyst. “Oh, I remember,” he says coyly. “I’ve grown quite familiar with it, in fact.”

The notion makes heat flare in your gut. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm.” He pauses, smiles—catlike, just a hint of sharp teeth between the plush peach of his lip. “You might say I’m familiar with it right this second, actually.”

You blink. Your mouth is as dry as the Great Red Sand. “Are you trying to tell me—”

Tease. It’s in the way Lyney’s face slips into an innocent little smile as he hooks a finger over the cuffed edge of his shorts and yanks it up enough to expose a glimpse of rouge lace. Unable to stop yourself, your hand flies out, keeping it there. You stare from it to him. 

“Are you serious?” you whisper. 

Lyney giggles. “I take this to mean you’re not losing interest, then?”

“I’ll kill you.” You sound too hoarse. “Show me.”

Lyney casts a slow, obvious look at the ornate clock hung open the wall. “Y’know, I’m just not entirely sure we have time right now, dearest.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” you mutter, fingers hooking onto his stupid bodysuit and fumbling at the buttons. You can feel his stomach flex with silent laughter at your obvious eagerness; usually you’d be trying to reign it in—the last thing a tease like him needs is more fire to stoke the fuel of his ego—but sue you. He knows what buttons to press. He has way too much power in his sleek gloved hand. 

You get a handle on the suit and yank it down with difficulty to his knees. What you’d seen a glimpse of were two thin silky garters, encircling the plush of his pale thighs, just about hidden by the hem of his shorts. One wrong move and they’d slip out from under the black leather, glaringly visible to everyone. The idea makes you feverish with anger and also so turned on you can barely see straight. 

The garters clip onto dusky pink underwear, arching gracefully over his pubic bone to encircle the triangle of his waist. When you lift a trembling hand to lift his shirt, you see a matching bralette, satiny cups tight against the soft swells of his pectorals. You can see straight through the gauzy fabric, coffee-coloured nipples pebbled under your attention. 

“I hate you,” is the first thing that come out of your mouth. The sight of him in this sparkling pink-red set makes you want to do unspeakable things. You want to ruin that fabric forever and buy him a new one. A dozen new ones in hundreds of different shades, ruin them systematically, rinse, repeat. 

He laughs again, but even his facade has its limits; he sounds slightly breathless, and you can see the faint pink blush on his cheeks starting to crawl down his chest. His collarbones gleam like cut diamonds, archons you wish you could bite them. “I take it you approve?”

Your answer is as animalistic as you feel, the rough crush of your lips over his. You’re rewarded with a muffled mmphf?! as your weight pushes the both of you back against the table, sending the cute basket of edible arrangements sprawling in a mosaic upon the floor. You muscle your way between Lyney’s legs, the press of his stiffening cock so close through only the wisp of organza, hot and insistent as a brand mark. Your hand tangles in his hair, dragging him impossibly closer as your lips duck to press against his butter-soft skin, his jaw, his neck—

“N-no marks!” he gasps, even as he presses his hips against yours with a moan. “Dearest, lovely, mon chérie, please—”

“You’re so pathetic,” you whisper into his neck, feel the buzz of your words sink into the soft skin of his throat. Lyney shudders and whines his protest. “No time, remember? Whose fault is that?”

“I just wanted—you to look at me,” he grits out, legs locked around your waist. It occurs to you that his fears of you losing interest are likely to be grounded in reality, dressed up with a lilting voice and wave of a hand. Your heart twitches. 

“I’m always looking at you, stupid.” 

Lyney’s cheeks darken, brows coming together as a sort of glaze slides over his eyes. This look you’re familiar with; it makes your breath hitch. He leans forwards, lips parted—

Three sharp knocks at the door. “We’re on in fifteen minutes, brother.”

Lyney’s whole body scrunches up, a cold disappointment stealing over his face. He looks to you desperately, but you can only shrug. “Answer your sister.”

He droops like a wilting flower. “I… I’ll be right out, Lynette.”

There’s a pause, a deeply disappointed sigh, and you hear her heels clicking neatly back down the corridor. Lyney scrubs a hand down his face and awkwardly gets down from the desk, fumbling to right his clothes. His whole body shivers as he does his bodysuit back up, having to readjust it several times in wake of his hardness. He looks down unhappily at the result.

As he goes to leave, he pauses, hand on the doorknob. “You’ll stay for the show?”

You see the question for what it is, and smile. “Wouldn’t miss it. I’ll wait for you after, too.”

Lyney tucks his head away, but you fancy you can see his giddy smile anyways. “I’ll try not to make you wait too long,” he murmurs; one hand reaches down, adjusts the cuff of his shorts just so you get the briefest flash of red-pink. And then he’s gone, out the door and down the corridor to the stage.

You lean against the table, heave a sigh. Start picking up the spilled complimentaries from the basket. You have a feeling, later tonight, that you’re both going to need the sustenance. 

[yuwuta]

I LOVE UR BRAIN SO BAD 😭😭😭 YOU ALWAYS POST THEBBEST HEADCANONS AND THOUGHTS LIKE. WORK HUSBAND GOJO. AND JUST HAVING A WHOLE IMAGINATION OF THE OFFICE W NANAMI AND HIGURUMA AND TOJI I?????? I WANT TO LIVE IN YOUR BRAIN

TEEHEEEE you’re so sweet <33333 the work husband to actual husband to househusband gojo pipeline is so so real to me and the office au that comes with it truly does take up space in my brain, so here’s some more loosely established points 

satoru has been your work husband since you got your first job in undergrad. you two met in your dorms, and became friends, and eventually you thought a job would help with your time management skills, so you got a very low-maintenance position at the front desk of the library. satoru applied right after you and schmoozed the two little old librarians into giving him the same shifts as you. that was probably the first moment satoru knew he was a little bit in love with you—because he had no reason to have a job while in school, but this small change in your schedule made him miss you so much that he was moved to get his very first job, probably ever, just to spend more time with you. 

he wasn’t bad at his library receptionist job, but he technically wasn’t good at it, either. if a student asked him for a laptop charger or to check out a book or something, he could do that, but anything else he’d just smile and say, “oh, you’ve gotta ask the pretty girl right there about that, she knows way more than me,” and bat his eyelashes at you. except, then, when you did need to get up to grab something for someone, satoru would just spring up instead, and tell you he’s got it. it’s like… he was incapable of helping anybody else unless he got to flirt with you, and then help you out to help them out……… strange boy 

anyways, satoru makes it a habit to assist you through your student jobs throughout undergrad, and then follows you to the same law school and repeats the process there. (also not to elle woods-ify him a bit but his father heavily questions him going to law school btw because satoru has never showed any interest in working, let alone following in his footsteps to be a lawyer, and now he’s going to law school? his mom is a bit sharper though, because when satoru tells his parents he’s going to the same law school as you, she just smiles and sips her tea and wonders if her son has already made a trip to their family jeweler). 

the firm is large, but the floor you work on is a pretty close knit group. there’s hiromi’s office at the tail end, which is the largest because he’s managing partner and he practically lives in there. on the other end, both you and nanami have decently sized offices. satoru doesn’t like hiromi at first because he thinks he’s mean. then satoru watches him play a little prank on kento, and suddenly the two of them are best friends. it would be a surprisingly wholesome friendship if their common denominator wasn’t irritating kento, and acting as guard dogs for you. 

kento’s office used to be just the bare necessities—law books, his degree, basic furniture, maybe a fancy paperweight, until satoru got his hands on it and decked it out. which is not something kento asked for, nor he thinks is necessary, but that doesn’t stop satoru from continually adding little trinkets and decorations and art to his office to make it livelier. when kento first meets you, he’s surprised when you tell him satoru gojo is going to be your secretary because kento interned for satoru’s father for two summers during law school, but when kento sees you and satoru together for the first time, it answers all of his questions. satoru couldn’t be more of a lovesick fool if he tried. 

listen the ex-convict to single father to janitor to lawyer toji pipeline is so real to me. while toji is working as a janitor at the firm, satoru slips once and then jokes that toji shines the floors too aggressively on purpose to make him slip, toji tells him to fuck off and he can sue for harassment. they truly don’t like each other at first, but once satoru steals toji’s masterkey to get into your office one night after you’re gone to leave flowers, and handle some paperwork to lighten your load in the morning, toji is sort of impressed. he still almost hits him with a broomstick, but even someone as gruff as him can see that satoru had pure intentions. toji is a lot of things, but he’s not immune to or devoid of love or passion. so, eventually he and satoru develop a weird sort of banter and respect for each other. one day someone actually tries to accuse toji of not putting the wet floor sign down and how it’s gonna be a lawsuit because some lowlife janitor fucked up his $3000 suit. satoru catches the argument as he’s heading upstairs and recognized the schmuck as the stuck up lawyer on the other side of kento’s case. satoru’s ready to jump in, but toji’s displaying an impressive amount of physical restraint and legal knowledge that when the dust is all settled, satoru asks him if he ever considered being a lawyer. toji laughs at it at first, but after a month of serious consideration (and megumi becoming a college freshman), he figures it can’t be all that bad. and turns out, toji’s a half-decent lawyer—once you’ve spent so much of your life skirting (or blatantly breaking) the law, you become pretty good at getting people out or around it, too. and with his life experience, he’s a pretty good judge of character; so when it comes time to lock up the bad ones, toji makes sure they get the maximum sentence.

except he has a bad habit of sending out emails with “URGENT: NEEDS ATTN” in the subject, which prompts you, kento, and hiromi to rush to his office, just to see toji with his feet up on his desk tell you that, “the emergency is i hate the opposing counsel, and now that i work on this side of the law i’d really like to not kill him, so somebody else should take this case.” 

anyways back to work husband secretary satoru. he pulls you out of boring meetings under the guise of an urgency, just for him to admit that the emergency is that he missed you, and you two were gonna be late for your lunch reservation. because he’s actually a licensed attorney, he can actually carry out duties an associate otherwise would, which saves you a lot of time and trouble; and it means that satoru gets to work even more closely with you, which is always an upside for him. sometimes you ask him to hand you documents and instead he just hands you his hand. and then pretends to blush and preen like a schoolgirl which always draws way too much attention to the two of you, but there’s no way to stop him either. he takes your coat off of your shoulders when you arrive in the morning, and helps you put it back on in the evening. when you tell him you’re looking for an apartment closer to the firm, he has eight places lined up for viewing, and one surprise at the end which happens to be the other vacant penthouse suite in his apartment building; which, conveniently, would make you satoru’s neighbor. he claims that it’ll be just like in college, but it certainly doesn’t feel that way when you finally move in and satoru can now loudly and proudly proclaim, “see you at home!” in the halls at work now. 

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Sugar & Spice Racks - Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

Summary: Eddie has taken Senior Woodshop three years in a row now and to be honest, he's gotten pretty good at it. So he decides to make his girlfriend a gift for his final project.

Tags: Fluff, Love, Joking, Banter, Bad puns, Spicy references, Small amount of Spice, inner healing/healing.

Words: 3.2k

A/N: This story sits somewhere between Labels and Discrepancy but it doesn't really matter where. Established relationship is the main thing. Regardless, it should be able to be read as a stand alone.

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No doubt Eddie thought he was being sneaky. But much like a big dog that didn’t know his size, Eddie was a man that didn’t know his volume. 

Karmen had heard him coming from three streets away. The beat up old Gaucho Van wasn’t exactly running smooth anymore and the way Eddie pushed it to the limits of its abilities on a daily basis while he blazed a trail going at least 10 miles too fast around Hawkins suburbia wasn’t doing it any favors. It revved and spluttered as it turned down her small street and yet he still pushed his foot to the floor to get from the corner to her place in ten seconds flat. Slamming on the breaks right before her drive and practically skidding into the space next to her car.

He would hit her car one day and she would make him pay for it because she’d chastised him one too many times already about the way he drove through the small streets filled with children playing.

“I have good reflexes” He had argued, as if that would matter when push came to shove.

To his credit, he had taken her criticism under his wing and was driving at a more respectable pace when she was in the car with him. She figured that he probably weighed up the pros of arriving at his destination thirty seconds earlier and the cons of never having sex again and chose wisely.

However he didn’t seem to take into account the fact that slowing down on her street alone didn’t save her from the knowledge that he had screeched around several corners before he got there.

Because again, Eddie was loud.

After he’d jumped from the driver’s door he’d slammed it shut. He didn’t mean to, she knew that. But the hinges weren’t what they used to be and the door didn’t latch properly if it wasn’t closed firmly.

She’d started to make her way down the hall from her bedroom after the first crack of the door that shook the whole vehicle. Expecting to hear him clomping up the front steps like a Clydesdale by the time she reached the living room but instead he was now slamming the back doors of the van one by one.

Bang.

Bang.

And another for luck as he thrashed his shoulder against the left one that never closed right on the first try.

He didn’t lock it. He only ever bothered if he was leaving something valuable inside. Figuring that if someone went to the effort to start the sucker without the keys they probably deserved it.

Now he was clomping up the front steps and she was narrowing her eyes suspiciously at the strangely shaped, badly wrapped package in his arms. The one he realized he was holding with both hands as he stopped in front of the door and stared at it dejectedly for a solid ten seconds before Karmen made a move to help him inside and simultaneously he sighed and put the package on the ground as he fished around in his pockets for the keys he’d just stored away.

She stopped beside the couch, deciding to see how this played out as Eddie had already begun to fumble with the lock and was now pushing the door open an inch, ready for an easy entry. He bent down again, picking up the package with a grunt and pressing his shoulder into the door to open it.

He paused, hissing out a long groan as he pulled away from the wood. Closing his eyes and pursing his lips before huffing out another breath and maneuvering himself so he could wrap a fist around his keys that were still in the lock. 

The ones he had just slammed his hip into as he tried to push open the door. 

That would bruise for sure.

He tried to pull the keys out, one arm wrapped around his cargo while the back of the hand that held the keys balanced it precariously at the bottom. He jerked his entire body sideways, ripping them from the door a lot easier than he had anticipated and stumbling backwards, only just catching himself before he went ass over tit back down the front steps.

Karmen had seen enough, jumping to his aid. She had stopped heading towards him because she thought he had it handled but it slowly became clear as she watched him struggle that if she didn’t open the door for him, he wasn’t coming inside any time soon. 

She grabbed onto the handle, pulling it towards herself and clearing Eddie’s path as he headed back towards it with a frown of concentration on his face that looked like maybe his plan was to try and use the force to push it out of his way. 

“Oh.” He jumped involuntarily as the door moved, stopping only for a millisecond before realizing what had happened and trying so desperately to recover from his shock. But his big beautiful eyes were still a little too wide as they locked with hers. 

A smirk as involuntary as his jump formed on her lips as he flushed under her gaze.

He was definitely trying to use the force.

“Hey.” He greeted her as he moved through the threshold. Stopping to plant a wet kiss on her cheek and turning her smirk into a grin.

“Hey.” She said back, closing the door behind him and turning around to see he had headed straight to the kitchen counter to unload his cargo.

“I thought you were sleeping.” He said so damn innocently. Too innocently to be a joke but she laughed anyway. Shaking her head as he tilted his like a confused puppy.

“I was.” She answered simply as she made her way across the room. He held out his arms expectantly and she wrapped her own around his neck. Relishing in the feel of his strong arms around her back as he pulled her flush with him. He leaned down as she tilted her chin up and pressed his lips against her in such a chaste way that she found herself chasing him. 

He pulled away, kissing a trail across her cheek and down her neck before burying his face there and taking in a long, deep breath. 

Karmen unlocked her arms from around his neck and let them slide down his biceps before snaking in between their bodies and wrapping them around his waist. 

Eddie breathed out slowly, tension he hadn’t realized he had been holding on to seeping out of him with the exhale as he closed his eyes against her skin.

“I missed you.” He murmured, lips brushing against her pulse point as he spoke. 

He heard the small gasp she tried to hide at the way his words tingled her skin. Unable to pretend he hadn’t as she felt him smile against her neck.

“It’s only been a day.” She chuckled softly. Not meant to judge but instead explain away the longing feelings she had also felt during his absence. To justify how silly she was being in missing him after only just over twenty four hours.

“A long day.” Eddie corrected, pulling himself out of his hiding place and looking down at her with tired eyes. Equally wary orbs stared back as she rested her chin on his chest and he removed one of the hands squeezing her to him and pressed it against her forehead.

“Do you feel any better?” He asked, narrowing his eyes as he assessed her temperature with his palm. It was very sweet. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that you couldn’t feel if someone had a migraine or not through temperature.

“A little.” She replied with a pout as he pouted back empathetically.

She had called Eddie the day before to let him know she was leaving work early and going home to bed. Not saying exactly what she meant in the moment but he caught the gist anyway.

Don’t bother coming over. I won’t be awake.

He had asked if he could do anything to help and she had told him that while she appreciated the offer, she just needed to sleep it off. She’d had plenty of those debilitating headaches in the past and she knew from experience the only thing that really fixed it was rest.

Unfortunately she had been wrong. She’d woken up in the morning with her head still pounding. Calling out sick from work and spending the day in bed snoozing on and off while sipping a Pedialyte. 

By now at 3:30pm, her migraine had finally lessened to a regular headache but the after effects of lying in bed all day were still haunting her.

“Poor baby.” Eddie pouted, a little more condescending than he had intended. His eyes widening as hers narrowed under his palm. “I bought you a gift.” He added quickly, pulling his hand away from her forehead and gesturing towards the package he’d put on the counter.

“Ooo.” Karmen cooed, wiggling her shoulders excitedly. “What is it?” She asked, following his hand with her gaze and looking over the strangely shaped present. It was very haphazardly wrapped in a light blue crepe paper. The sticky tape he’d used to secure it wasn’t doing it’s only job being sticky very well and the seams were lifting all over the place revealing that whatever it was, was made of wood.

“It’s just something I made.” He answered, suddenly shy. He looked away from the gift as he spoke. She could feel him tense under the question. “You don’t have to use it.” He added quickly as she pulled away from his embrace and reached for the gift.

“You made it?” She asked as soft fingers pulled at the loose tape and the wrapping began to fall away with ease.

“Like, I completely understand if it’s dumb.” Eddie continued, seemingly not hearing her as she pulled the paper away from the stained wood inside. “I just, I had to make something for my final in Woodshop and I–I mean I’ve done it like 3 times now so I’ve gotten kinda good.” He said with a shrug. “A-and you mentioned you needed one and couldn’t find one s-so I…” He paused, mid ramble. “I don’t know, it’s probably dumb–”

“Eddie.” Karmen said softly, turning back to him and placing a calming hand on his chest. “Breathe.” She reminded him, with a laugh. She was pretty sure he hadn’t taken a breath since the long one in the crook of her neck. “I’m gonna’ love it.” She assured him. “Show me.” She said gently, gesturing with her head towards the almost fully unwrapped gift. The largest fold of paper still blocked the majority of it as Karmen turned back and pulled it away with a gasp.

“It’s a spice rack.” Eddie said dumbly as Karmen stared at it. Eyes raking over the details as Eddie felt compelled to fill the silence with more rambling.

“You um, you said you needed one so…” He repeated, eyeing her warily from his place beside her before flicking his eyes back to his creation and then back to her. He watched as she furrowed her brows, lips pressed together. “Honestly, it’s silly, don’t worry about–” Eddie began, cutting himself off as she looked up at him with watery eyes and he realized she was pressing her lips together to try and keep herself from crying.

“I love it.” She said simply, voice small. 

“You do?” He asked, feeling silly immediately. He had made it with the hopes she would like it. Tried to make it exactly so she would like it. 

Why was he questioning it?

“I do.” She confirmed, turning back and reaching out to touch the smooth wood on the shelf in front of her. “You made this?” She asked again, running the fingers of one hand along it while the other wiped at her eyes.

“Yeah…” Eddie answered, watching her carefully and sucking on his lips as she admired his work.

It was a traditional looking spice rack with three shelf-like tiers for jarred spices. It had gorgeous curves along the vertical sides. The board that backed the shelves came up higher than them and also had curves at the very top that reminded her of gentle waves meeting in the middle. Under that Eddie had burnt the word ‘Spices’ which was situated between two cute little ducks, both facing outwards in their respective directions.

Karmen turned to him suddenly, flinging herself into his arms and wrapping hers around him tight. He caught her despite the surprise. Smiling to himself as she squeezed him tightly.

“You listened.” She said after a moment, pulling back and watching as the confused puppy head tilt made its second appearance of the day.

“What?” He asked, confused by the statement.

“You listened!” She repeated. “When I said I needed a spice rack.” She laughed. Remembering back to a few months earlier when she had mentioned it off-handley while they were looking through market stalls at the Fair. 

She had been talking about the irony that she had decided to purchase a spice rack at the next market she attended which normally were filled with people selling their handcrafted woodwork. 

But of course as soon as she decided she would buy one she couldn’t find a craftsman to save her life.

“I wasn’t even really telling you, I was just kind of talking to myself because I didn’t think you’d care.” She admitted softly as Eddie frowned at her sadly. “But you listened and then you made me one and it’s gorgeous!” She exclaimed, gesturing towards the gift. “I love it so much.” She assured him again as he looked down at her with his own teary eyes.

“Yeah?” He couldn’t help but ask again.

“Yeah!” She shouted excitedly “There’s little ducks on it!”

“Mm.” Eddie hummed in reply. “I nearly didn’t put those on.”

“Why?” Karmen asked, scandalized. “I love ducks!” 

“I know.” He chuckled. As if anyone could ever not know that Karmen loved ducks and other water birds. Her house was full of them. “But Mr S hates stylistic choices and I wanted to make you happy but I also wanted to pass Woodshop.” He explained.

“Did you?” She asked.

“Yeah!” He nodded, just as excited.

“Yay!” She laughed, holding up her hand for a high five.

He took it eagerly, slapping his palm against hers with vigor before pulling her back into the hug needily and she rested her cheek on his chest. Listening as the wild beat of his heart began to calm.

“No one’s ever made me anything before.” Karmen admitted after a moment of comfortable silence as they enjoyed just embracing one another.

“Isn’t John a builder?” Eddie asked bluntly. Squinting as she chuckled in his arms.

“Yep.” She replied. Her best friend John was a builder.

“Didn’t he renovate your bathro–”

“Eddie–” Karmen stopped him quickly.

“Hm?” He hummed, looking down at her.

“Don’t question it.” She said with a shrug as she pulled away.

“Okay.” He said simply, watching as she fiddled with the hair-tie on her wrist.

“Just take the reward.” Karmen said jokingly as she scooped her curls together into a low ponytail. Eddie’s eyes widening at the motion. Mouth suddenly full of saliva, he tried to swallow it back as she pulled the tie over her hand and secured her hair in place. 

He knew what that meant. He was hard already.

She’d Pavolved him.

“Babe…” He said softly as she grinned at him, sinking to her knees and reaching for his belt. “You don’t have to do that.”

He wanted it, he really did. But she still wasn’t well. If anything he should be the one tending to her.

“I want to.” Karmen responded simply as Eddie held out a hand to help her up. She ignored it, reaching for his waistband.

“No you don’t.” He snickered, wiggling his hand at her.

“Just let me.” She argued light-heartedly. “Why are you fighting this?”

“Because I know you still have a headache.” He answered quickly. “Come on, get up.” He said as he placed the hand she was ignoring in front of his fly and blocked her from it.

She sighed in exasperation, still trying to get past his defenses.

“Did John get a reward?” He asked. Shrinking under her pointed look as her head snapped up despite the fact that he had asked with the intention of annoying her and making her pause her advances.

“I’ll put my hair back down so fast.” She warned, as he huffed out a laugh. 

“That’s the plan.” He admitted, Ignoring the way she pulled at his hand to try and remove the obstacle. “Also that’s not a no.” He mumbled, her eyes flicking back up to him dangerously.

“He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t put little duckies in my shower.” She answered sarcastically.

“Okay, seriously though.” Eddie said softly, taking her offending hand in his and staring down at her with lust-blown pupils that he knew she could see and hoped she ignored.

“As much as I so desperately want to accept your offer…” He began, his treacherous cock twitching in his jeans. “I must decline.” He said regretfully, voice cracking in an undignified manner and forcing him to clear his throat as her lips quirked at his misfortune. 

“I made you a gift because I love you. I don’t need a reward for that. Besides, you’re not feeling well and I’m more than happy to jerk off in the shower and pretend you were a part of it.” He admitted, making her laugh through a sigh as she finally gave up the fight and let him pull her to her feet.

Her head did still hurt.

But if spending her late teens reading magazines had taught her anything, it was that sex was the magic cure for just about every ailment.

Or at least that was what the male editors wanted her to believe.

Anyway, she wasn’t letting him win that easily even if she was conceding that he had been right. 

“What if I just needed an excuse to get your cock in my mouth.” She asked, just as cheekily as he had been a second before. Her voice low and sultry as Eddie exhaled sharply at the words, abdomen clenching.

“You can’t just say shit like that.” She grimaced, voice sounding strained as doubled over slightly and brought a hand back to his crotch to try and adjust himself.

Jesus Christ he was hard.

“Yet you can talk about jerking off in the shower like that’s not hot as fuck.” She countered, crossing her arms as he scoffed at her.

“Oh yeah.” Eddie agreed sarcastically, the hand on his crotch bawling into a fist as he screwed his face up humorously and mimicked jerking himself off to show her what she was missing.

“Looks hot to me.” She shrugged. “At least let me watch.”

“Deal.” Eddie said quickly, pointing towards the ensuite bathroom. “Come on, I’ll try to make it… Spicy.” He said deliberately, jerking his head towards the gift as Karmen stared at him tiredly.

“Heh?” He asked when she didn’t laugh. “Get it? Because… Because spices and…” He trailed off as she began to smirk. “I thought that was a good one.” He said softly, caught off guard as she launched herself at him for the second time. Peppering his face with kisses before staring deeply into his eyes.

“Very funny.” She smiled. “Don’t take too long in the shower or the water might get… Chili.” She joked, making him snort.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t take up too much of your… Thyme.” He quipped back as she cackled in response, taking his hand in hers and pulling him towards her bedroom.

“Don’t be a Dill.”

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More Notes: Eddie KNEW what he was doing to Dustin with the bat-tle pun. 🤣

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[celestialsun888]

Good ol’ Boy.

@celestialsun888

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Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader

Genre: Filthy Smut! [+18 MDNI]

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Ghost pushes you just enough to see if you have it in you to top him.

★ TW: Bottom!Simon/ Top!Reader, heavy teasing, Simon being a little shit, size kink (ofc ofc), vulgar language, slight angst if you use binoculars, public sex, knife play, slight overstimulation, face sitting/riding (f!receiving), *slight* voyeurism, established relationship (more like fwb), he calls you mommy like once, (Let me know if I’ve missed any!)

✒ Authors Note: I had to bc the switch in me said so. Also: who doesn’t wanna hear him whimper? ;3 Also also, idk shit about MW2/ the military and all that, I am just hyper fixated on this man so if something isn't accurate pls spare me lol. This also isn't super proofread so if there are mistakes, shhh.

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Simon always had a way of getting under your skin. Knowing all the right buttons to push and saying all the right words that provoked you. 

You and Simon had been seeing each other casually a short while after you joined task force 141. He showed little restraint in making teasing passes at you during training, making the other members catch on quickly to you and the Lieutenants relationship. Soap even questioned you about it often, shelling out jokes he knew he couldn’t make around Ghost. 

You hated how Ghost just knew you so well, how observant he was. One small change and he knew it. 

“What’s with you today?” His husky voice questioned, taking off his gear and throwing it onto his bed. The room was small and cramped allowing little space for separation from his words. Thankful for a short break from training that allowed for little free time. His eyes followed your figure as you stripped yourself of your gear as well. Observing you intently. 

“Nothing.” You huffed. You remained focused on the floor, the walls. Anything but him. 

He hesitated from undressing, watching your demeanor stiffen as you felt his sharp gaze cut into your back. You didn't have to look at him to know, his presence was suffocating on its own. You knew when he watched you. The strangely gentle noise of his footsteps inched along the wooden floor, creaking with every step. Each step closer made you nervous to continue undressing, you kept your back to him avoiding any kind of contact. Rough, firm hands positioned themselves on your shoulder, gently tracing down to your wrists. He always managed to make you feel engulfed by him, his size taunting you. His chest was to your back as you felt his hot breath on the nape of your neck. The body heat and sweat that radiated off of him seeped into you, reiterating his stark presence. 

“Doesn’t seem like nothing?” The movement of his lips now grazing gently along the side of your neck sending chills that formed along your skin. You could tell he was trying his best to get it out of you and hoping to get lucky that it leads to more. He always starts with being gentle and kind until you give the signal that you want him in the worst possible ways. Everyone knew he was kinder to you, but they assumed it was only because he fucked you and he didn’t want to lose his precious toy in such desperate times. Even if it was true, you knew he had a sweet spot for you though he often tried to hide it.

That's how it went with Simon: Build you up, wash you in sweet divine praises, suffocate you with tension till you're needy for him, eventually forcing you to seek release with him as he makes you see heaven. But you hated how he always acted so… dominant. You wanted him needy, him to beg and whimper for you, though you would never say it. He always told you he enjoyed you playing the ‘innocent’ good girl for him, so you devotedly agreed. I mean what would he think? Would he laugh at you for being so little in comparison to him, not even able to possess a fraction of the strength he has, and wanting to…top him? The thought dissipated as he nestled his nose into your neck, his stubbly chin itching along your delicate skin. You shook him off trying to escape his rather sweet advances. He shifted his posture and stood with an offended acknowledgement. 

“The fuck is with you?” He threatens.

“Why do you tease me like that?” You say referring to his taunts earlier that day. You tried bubbling up any self respect you had. “Like–like,” you stutter, “like I'm just so much weaker than you. I am very capable, Simon.” 

His eyes followed you as you gave distance between you two, narrowing in on every word you spoke to him. Your tone sounds harsh and more aggressive. He let you go on, intrigued by your forwardness.

“You treat me like all I am to you is your submissive little doll that just does whatever you say. That you can just tease me and humiliate me for your own sick pleasure.” you protested. His eyes serve a glint of understanding before growing dark again. He knew what you were saying without even having to say it. 

“That's what you're good at,” he mockingly justifies before turning his back to you. The silence of his argument settles into the heavy room, suppressing any ounce of rebuttal.  

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Training seemed harder later that day. Simon refused to even look at you, no more teasing or taunting. Perhaps the little dispute you two had earlier irked him more than you thought. Or maybe he was just being respectful of what you expressed to him: that you no longer wanted him to tease you in such a way that made you feel submissive. 

Your thoughts raced, unfocused on the directions Price was giving out to your team for the drill.

“Ghost. Y/N. You will be our snipers.” You jolted back to the present where you watched Ghosts' empty eyes devour you. Fucking great, we are partnered together. Even though nine times out of ten you were partners, you had hoped this was the one time you weren’t. As everyone splits off into their designated pairings preparing for the training drill, Ghost approaches you.

Your breath hitched as you tried to remain calm. 

“Lucky me huh?” He scoffed. You followed his lead as he continued to walk past letting the snarky comment trail behind him. Ghosts broad back tapered down into his waist, his hips swayed slightly as his barbaric walk guided you to the lookout. 

Conversation lacked while you sat with him, occasionally staring down the scope to see if anything was happening. You felt the urge to say something, to mutter some sort of apology for snapping on him earlier, but he was quick to beat you to it. 

“Where the hell did that come from? Your little outburst earlier?” He asked forwardly. 

“I–I just—” you struggled to be transparent.

“What, you wanna top me or something, sweetheart?” his eyes never breaking away from the field he was surveying, your hands felt itchy from the confrontation. Your face flushing with heat trying your best to not make it obvious. He was so blunt, did he really know you that well?

“Would you let me?” you ask sickeningly innocent. He silently chuckled under his mask, not giving you the satisfaction of seeing his shit eating grin. 

“You can't even tell me you wanna make me your bitch, how could I take you seriously, princess?” he baited. He always called you that when you were under him, taking every inch of him. He worshiped you with that name. A name that solidified your submission to him. 

“If you can't handle it just say that,” you retort back. “I mean, it seems like you're the bitch considering you are afraid to let a little ol’ girl like me top you.” Your eyes now fixed on the field as well, letting whatever floats to your mind out due to irritation. He looks up from his scope and mutters a string of obscenities. 

“You wouldn’t be able to, angel. It's just me being honest. You're only good for taking it….” he leaned his head back down to his scope, “...if you want to top me, then do it.” 

As his words lingered in the air for you to ponder, Soap's voice came over the comms. 

“Taking a quick break LT, we will let you know when we resume.” Ghost relays understanding though his walkie and sits up to lean on a large rock behind him. You mimic him. A few moments of silence passed. 

“Hm,” he chuckled lightly to himself, “surprised I still haven’t been taken advantage of. Must not want it that bad yeah?” He jokes, manspreading and rutting up his hips to adjust into a more comfortable position. You fidget with the knife in your hand out of boredom and a slight distraction from the tension.

“Honestly, it doesn't even make sense–you trying to dominate me.” Anger flushed in your stomach. ��You're tiny, you know. You don't hold much weight against me,” before finishing his demeaning thought you swiftly meet your knife to his neck, partly covered by his skull balaclava. His eyes lighting up with passion and intrigue. 

“Shut the fuck up, Riley,” you protest. He didn’t move or utter a word, his seated position staying the same, possibly shocked at your defense, or maybe just wanting to see where it goes. Maybe you did have it in you, it just took a bit of provoking. You made your way on top of him, knife still to his throat, as you did your best to stretch your legs over his wide frame. He sat there, a smirk outlined through his mask, eye contact never breaking. You traced your knife up to his chin, catching the fabric with it, exposing his stubbly neck and jaw. Your free hand resting on his upper thigh, close enough to his crotch to make him squirm. 

“I can make you my bitch no matter what size I am, Simon.” His eyes now inflamed with excitement. The knife to his neck, the vulgar words. You calling him your bitch for a change. You inch the blade up ever so slightly hearing the scratch of his stubble. You could feel his bulge through his pants as you leaned into him more, “I'll make you a good ol’ boy for me.” 

His chest rose and fell deeply, the erection growing in his pants. “Please me good, Riley, and I’ll make you feel the closest to heaven you will ever get.” Hands tracing over your waist he grabs you, hoisting you up to center your hips in front of his face as he remains seated against the rock. Unzipping your pants, your delicate panties show, his gloved fingers moving to massage your clit not yet removing the delicate fabric to reveal your dripping cunt. 

“Lift up your mask, show me your pretty mouth Lieutenant” you demand. He is devotedly obedient to your request. His balaclava rests on the bridge of his nose, his eyes waiting for your next demand. 

“Open.”

You slide your panties off to the side, exposing your dripping essence to him and anyone who could potentially look up and see you. Slowly, you start to grind against his wet tongue, lapping up any bit of excitement that came from you. Soft goans vibrated against you as he became more rough with his mouth, sucking your sensitive clit only to stick his thick tongue back into your core. Lapping circles around your pussy. 

“Don’t stop until I cum. That’s your only purpose, do you understand?” His needy moans expressing his devout service. You inched closer to your climax as you started to grind harder against his face, your puffy clit hitting his nose, offering added pleasure. The sloppy strokes of his tongue became erratic as the knot in your stomach tightened fully, arousal dripping down his jaw and neck. The lewd noises of his moans into you made you weak, causing your high to be intense. Your body shuddered as you came, breath hitching as his hands held you on his mouth, sucking your sweet lips through your climax. As you pulled off of him his eyes were wild with desire, the idea of you forcing him to please you showed through his tented pants. His bulge pulsated, twitching within the fabric that wore a wet stain that pooled next to it. His cock was already leaking, just from eating you out. Did he…cum?

“Fuck,” he exclaimed shakily, hand reaching down to obscure your sight of his premature ejaculation. He really enjoys being submissive huh?

“Did you cum?” you inquired. Nervous laughter escaped his lips. You parted his hand away from his pants getting a better look, eyes darting up to meet his. 

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy. I didn’t say cum while you please me now did I?” Disappointment lacing your tone. “Do you know what disobedient boys get when they dont listen?” The sarcastic tone in your voice alluding to a rhetorical question. You wind your hand up following through to meet Simon's reddened cheek. A loud smack echoing through the air. 

“Punishments.” 

You unzip his pants exposing his thick length, still twitching. Cum dripped down his warm shaft as some of his essence still leaked from his slit. You cooed at him, expressing pity for his lack of self control. 

“Ah~” he moaned weakly, still sensitive, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t–” His pleas were cut off by another ridgid slap. You could see his compliance in his glassy eyes. 

“Look at you, a mess. Pleading for my forgiveness, can't even control yourself when pleasing me. Looks like you get off on being my bitch, huh?” you hissed at him, unrelenting. “Since you want to indulge in pleasure, you're gonna have to beg me to cum. And maybe, if I’m feeling nice, I'll let you.” His chest heaved.

You grabbed his already sensitive cock and teased it, watching him hiss as he accepted his fate. You worked your hands up and down his shaft, feeling it stiffen. You hold out your hand signaling him to spit in it. He obeys. Lewd, wet noises exude from you both as he fingers your pussy through your underwear while you stroke his length quickly. His whimpers and whines encourage you to continue your salacious advances. His whimpers start to elicit needy cries, rutting and bucking his hips more into your hand. His fingers quickly move in and out of your sopping cunt causing his mind to race, drawing swears from his lips. His balls feeling heavier, his incessant whines becoming more convoluted. He was close. 

“Do you wanna come for me?” you insist. “Then let every little whimper and beg fall from your lips Simon. Tell me how bad you want this.” His head shoots back, submissively exclaiming fucked out phrases, seaching for pleas and begs that satisfy you.

“Fuck, please–mmph– please let me cum.” His words dripping with euphoria and depravity. “Let me fucking cum, I’ll be good for you, so good. I’ll be your good fucking boy mommy.” With one firm stroke meeting with his bucking hips he grasps for the dirt around him as thick spurts of cum shoot out of his reddened cock. Ropes of cum spill over your hand, making a mess of his unzipped pants. Making a mess of himself. Convulsing within your tight grip his eyes clamp shut. Tears welling up in the corners, so close to spilling out. His intense climax halts his breathing as he falls from his heightened state. Tip extremely sensitive, swollen from his release. Your hand pauses before gently rubbing your thumb over his slit. He hisses from the touch, followed by a deep sigh. 

“Aw, good boy Simon,” you praise. His vision is still trying to focus. Shock sets in as he realizes his enjoyment of your treatment. 

“Fuck, princess,” He teases, trying to regain some form of control. You shoot him a playfully annoyed look. 

The comms come on as his walkie sits in the dirt inches away from the two of you. Soaps' voice echos over the call, “Are we ready to continue?,” a slight pause of dead air, “By the way, never thought I’d hear the day LT begged like that.” 

Ghost pulled his balaclava over his embarrassed expression and grabbed the walkie. 

“The only begging you’ll have to worry about is begging me not to kill you after all this is over.”

[kestalsblog]

Normally I post fanfics only on Ao3, but I reeeeally wanted to get to write something Stanman for Mermay, so the below scene is Tumblr-exclusive. I haven't had much time, so this is just a quick one-shot scene featuring AU college Cartman and merman Stan. This is not a full fic I intend to develop as of right now, but just a drabble scene for fun 🧜‍♂️

Enjoy!

Part Two

TW: very slight language and mention of injuries and fear (nothing gruesome). Also this is an angsty scene

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When his friends told him about South Park’s latest attraction—a merman that had been captured in the Pacific and shipped to Colorado—Eric was only mildly interested. Weird, unbelievable shit happened in South Park practically every day, so a merman wasn’t exactly the thrilling spectacle everyone was making it out to be. He certainly wasn’t as entertained by the idea of visiting the dine-and-view restaurant where the merman was supposedly being kept on display as Kyle and Kenny were.

Ordering seafood in an aquarium was a revolting enough idea, but sushi with a merman a few feet away? Jesus Christ. Eric thought those steakhouses where you got to watch bulls run around while you devoured their kind was bad enough. Like, hey guess where you’ll end up if you’re not entertaining enough? That’s right! My dinner plate.

God, at least he was trying to be a better person than he used to be, and now his friends were pulling him right back into sadistic hobbies.

“I can’t believe you two are seriously interested in this,” he complained on the car ride over with Kenny and Kyle.

“Well, you have to admit, it’s kind of a once-in-a-lifetime chance,” said Kyle from the passenger’s seat because of course Cartman had been relegated to the back.

“Hell, it’s a Friday night and we’re still in college. We have the rest of our lives to care about lame shit like this,” he whined. “Defend me here, Ken.”

“I gotta know if this is some kind of scam,” Kenny said, obviously more focused on the road than the conversation. “Butters went last week and said it made him feel sick.”

“It’s probably just a dude wearing a plastic tail,” said Eric.

“Or maybe his legs were cut off and it was surgically implanted onto his torso,” said Kyle with a melodramatic shudder that transformed somehow into a laugh. “Only in South Park, right?”

“Amen to that,” Kenny joined in, but Eric’s sour mood didn’t lift. Fridays were precious days, and instead of partying or doing something worthwhile, he’d be spending his evening at someone’s hoity-toity swindle. And even if it was true, and there was a real merman in South Park, what did it matter? He pressed his forehead against the chilled glass of the window and watched the streetlamps pass by his vision.

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The first thing Eric noticed in the restaurant was the overpowering aroma of expensive food (thank God Kyle was paying), and the second was how many children were gathered about a massive cylindrical tank in the center of the place. It wasn’t a restaurant he knew despite having lived in South Park his entire life because the establishment had been built for this purpose alone, apparently.

“I don’t see anything but water,” he said while a finely-dressed waiter led them to their table, which was an inconvenient distance from the tank.

“Me neither.” Kenny strained to the tips of his toes. “Should we go check it out closer?”

“Let’s order first,” insisted Kyle, but Eric found it difficult to focus on ordering with that large, ominous tank in his peripheral vision.

It was simply a tube constructed into the center of the restaurant that spanned from the floor to the ceiling, and though it looked massive at first glance, Eric wondered if a human-sized creature could thrive within the space. Maybe mermen were smaller? The water inside was impossibly blue, probably dyed to look more appealing. Small glittering lights were implanted throughout the inside of the tube to create a magical underwater atmosphere, but Cartman thought it felt more eerie and unnatural.

After their orders were placed, Kyle agreed they should go check out the main attraction. “There are definitely a lot of people here,” he observed as they abandoned their table to head toward the tank.

“Shit, there really is someone in there,” gasped Kenny once they were closer.

Eric’s attention went immediately toward the small children pressed against the tank. Several of them were knocking their fists hard into the glass while they chanted, “Hey, look at me! Over here, fishy! Over here!”

Fucking rude. “Where are their parents?” he muttered, but Kyle and Kenny were shoving their way past him.

“Oh my God,” he heard Kyle say through his teeth.

Unafraid to push a child out of the way, Cartman made room for himself and felt his breath halt almost painfully when he saw someone sitting slumped in the furthest corner of the tank. Because of the shape, there was nowhere the person, no, merman, could sit without someone right behind the glass, but he’d done his best to conceal himself into a small ball.

If he was just a person wearing a fake tail, he looked extraordinarily authentic. Even from where he was standing, Eric could distinguish the individual scales on the tail. The scales were all different shades of blue, with a pale, iridescent dominant hue that reminded Cartman of crystals. Under the lights, the tail twinkled like ice in sunlight. And if he looked close enough, he was certain he could see small veins pulsing in and out across the anxiously flickering tailfin.

“It can’t be real, right?” Kenny said with concern next to him, but Eric couldn’t find the voice to answer. His focus was locked on the merman who sat with his arms crossed around his abdomen and his shoulders hunched. He looked as if he was physically trying to become smaller, even though Eric was pretty sure that if he stretched out to his full height with his tail included, he’d be too large for the tight space.

He was too pretty to be real—and not just for the features that were nonhuman, but the ones that made him human as well. Black hair swirled around his ears and cheeks in soft coils like an oil spill haloing his head. Eric couldn’t catch many glimpses of his face aside from the few moments when he jolted after a particularly loud knock on the tank. Only then would he look up with wide, alarmed eyes that were a devastatingly gorgeous shade of blue that Eric had never seen on anyone else.

“This doesn’t seem right, what they’re doing to him,” piped up Kyle, and Eric recognized the heat behind his tone. For once, Eric had to agree with him. The merman was clearly terrified, his pupils shrinking and then expanding again with each flash of a camera against the glass. His chest expanded and contracted with the movement, and Cartman didn’t miss the widening of what appeared to be openings on his skin, surely gills, across his throat.

“Hey, guys, our food is probably coming soon,” Kenny said with dampened spirit. Eric hadn’t even realized how long they’d been standing and staring.

“I’m going to talk to the manager of this place after we eat,” snapped Kyle. “If I hadn’t already paid, I wouldn’t be giving my money to these freaks.”

“You’re the ones who wanted to see this,” Eric reminded them, but they didn’t seem to hear him as they went back to the table in their own storm cloud of negative thoughts.

But Eric couldn’t make himself go back to eat dinner, which was a surprise even to him, considering food was usually his go-to for fighting off the terrible gnawing feeling he was experiencing right now. All he could do was stay in place and watch the beautiful merman thump his tailfin uselessly against the bottom of the tank again and again. The sight reminded of him of some poor traumatized dog who’d been kept in the puppy mill for too long.

“Fishy! Look, look!” the kid next to Eric shouted, smacking so hard on the glass that the merman jerked and actually placed his hands over his ears. His eyes spasmed wide and then squeezed shut in an obvious pain response. The arm movement revealed delicate, blue webbing between fin-like structures on either side of his wrists. Eric was certain he’d never seen a prettier creature in his life.

He glared at the child. “Hey, knock it off. Can’t you see you’re bothering him?” he snapped, not caring if he upset some snot-nosed punk kid.

“You’re no fun,” pouted the kid before sulking off and giving Cartman better access to view the merman. When Eric moved closer, the merman slowly reopened his eyes and gave him a quick, panicked look before shrinking deeper onto the floor again. The sight of him twining his tail around himself with desperate fear sent shards through Eric’s heart, especially when he considered that holding someone like this hostage for money was exactly something he would have done when he was younger.

Now, though, when he looked closer and saw the bright pink lacerations across the merman’s tail, he felt more than sick to his stomach. The wounds were clearly fresh and extended all the way to his tailfin, where some of the fine partitions were shredded completely. Eric must have been initially too hypnotized by the merman’s beauty to notice the injuries, probably a byproduct of his capture.

“Cartman!” Kyle’s voice broke over the chitter chatter surrounding him. “Get back over here, dude. Management sucks and won’t listen to me.”

He knew he had to go back, but walking away from the merman was difficult. When those sea-colored eyes, framed with long, feathery lashes, finally shuddered back to meet his, Eric froze all over again.

The merman’s face was a little too narrow and pallid, he thought, despite the small shimmers of silvery blue smeared across random patches of his skin like makeup. His hair was so dark in contrast to his skin that it truly resembled black water mingling with that abnormal blue dye.

The merman looked so beautiful and sad, and it made Eric even sadder to think he probably wouldn’t feel this sorry for him if he weren’t so beautiful and didn’t look so human. A few hours ago, he hadn’t given two shits, but now that the merman was watching him with terrible resignation while dozens of camera flashes bounced off the tank’s glass, he cared. He cared a lot.

It took every ounce of willpower to turn from the merman’s pale, hopeless face, and go back to Kyle and Kenny then, and even then, he paused to look back. The merman was in the same position, but still looking at him too.

(South Park and its characters obviously do not belong to me. Creators are Trey Parker and Matt Stone. This is intended for fun use only, not monetary.)

[baka-bakeneko]

Guilty Conscience - Devil Jin x Angel Fem! Reader [NSFW]

tags: female-presenting reader (descriptors, body parts), Devil Jin (obviously), establishing dominance, religious guilt and theology references, bird-like mating rituals (preening, cooing, because wings), heavy petting, Possessive Jin, Toxic Jin, begging, coercion (if you think extra hard about it) love bites, scratching, teasing, intercrural grinding, creampie, cumplay, pet names (Angel, slut, Sweet, whore, little heaven, little pet, good girl)

word count: 3.6k

synopsis: You (an angel but referred to as Angel) just got away from a very close corrupted call with Devil Jin, but here he is again speaking sweet just like before.

a/n: 😗 i ain't sayin' shit besides *bark bark bark bark snarling rolling yapping* this man is my fucking chewtoy right here. the thiiiings if given the chance, okay, i'm sorry, i'm good

It'd been days since you'd seen the sun, no thanks to the human-sized pigeon hole you'd been staying in. No offense to Hwoarang, but the size of his place did not accommodate a four-foot wingspan. And it was particularly difficult to keep yourself hidden with said wings attempting to stretch out of any second-story window and crevice they could.

It was just best to lie low, Hwoarang's words to a definite 'T'. He suggested that if you really needed the fresh air and sun, the rooftop was always open.

So that's what you did. Trudging up the addition five floors to the exit door on the rooftop, you immediately inhaled the sun-essence air and stretched your wings to their full capacity. They fluttered in the slight breeze, each wisp trailing through your feathers like fingers ran through hair.

You turned your face up to the sun, allowing yourself to tilt your neck and wincing at the taut skin. It still burned, where he sank his teeth.

You shook your head and sat on the warm asphalt sheets of the rooftop, soaking in as much as you could in such a small amount of time.

And just when the light began to warm you, it was extinguished. A huge blot of darkness shrouded you, leaving you in chills. The loom of a dark presence made you sink into yourself, bringing your knees up to your chest while you ducked your head down.

You wished for it to disappear as quickly as it appeared. By this point, you were certain he'd trained his senses to find you in any given circumstance. Your wings slowly bubbled around you, encasing you in the soft tawny feathers and shielding you from seeing him. From hearing him.

"Angel," his voice carried from above, his dark shadow shifting further down before you until the sun finally graced the arches of your wings again.

Still, you hid behind them, knowing that if you looked up, your face would be shadowed with his glare.

"Sweet Angel," he cooed, his claws raking across your feathers gingerly, plucking at their hollow shafts. "You've missed me."

He spoke for you though the words were on the tip of your tongue, if only you could speak them. You hadn't missed him, not recently. Every time that he returned, you wanted to flee.

And you had this final time, giving yourself enough space from Him to realize his toxicity. Though His words were sweet, He was still in fact a Devil.

Your silence and cower spoke more than you could, causing him to reach through your bubbled wings to grab your jaw.

"I know you have," he grit through his teeth, his emberous eyes flicking from yours to your lips. "I've been waiting for you to emerge from your cocoon."

You shut your eyes, turning your face away from his though you were still at a loss of words. He pulled you in, tenderly pressing his nose to your cheek. "I could smell you, you know. The winds carried you straight to me."

You grimaced at his words, once sweet but now stinging. His claws slowly curved down your cheeks, his palm leading them down to the front of your throat.

You gulped, feeling his index trace at the lining of your windpipe though his eyes never left yours. You slowly opened your eyes to him, your chest unable to hide the heave of relief and guilt you felt from looking at him.

"Hello Jin," you managed, your mouth dry from speaking his name. Just like a Devil to set ablaze all in his wake, leaving you burning inside and distraught.

"Angel," he repeated, his hand easily going for your throat and guiding you towards your feet. "Say you've missed me."

He pulled you into him, bracing his chest with yours. You attempted to ignore his warmth, something uncanny compared to the sun. He burned, his skin withholding the flames of eternally doomed souls just beneath the surface.

If it weren't damning, you'd almost curl into his side at all times and cocoon yourself there.

His hands pet at the underside of your now open wings, carefully starting at the base between your shoulder blades and out as far as his hands could reach.

"I've missed you," you spat out, only giving a half-truth. You recoiled at his touch, trying to shy away from each sensual twang his claws made at your feathers.

You had missed him, but only when he was like this. When he wanted you so wholly and obsessively, as if he could fuse you into him. You hid a roll of your eyes, shuffling your wings to rid his touch.

"Are we done licking our wounds?" He asked, his tone condescending.

It wasn't a collective question, as if you'd inflict any venom towards him. It felt intrusive, the way he asked, as if he wasn't the one to bite so strong.

As if he wasn't the one to hold so tight.

You turned your chin from him abruptly, disgusted by his implication. Nothing he'd done was to be taken lightly.

Jin cooed, leaning in to nudge his nose to your cheek. His lips parted and a warm breath slipped down your neck before he kissed just below your ear.

"I missed you the other night. We'd gotten so close, Angel."

You held your breath, wishing he hadn't mentioned it. The night came back in a tidal wave, remembering how close he was to you. The closest he'd ever been.

You felt the echo of his touch reverberate against his confession, feeling the same guilty warmth flood into your stomach.

He'd gotten so close, but you were told your Grace was sacred and you shut him down. That was humiliating for you, to retract your heaving breaths and ruttish glare at his lips, his toned body.

"I-I don't know what you mean," You lied, failing to even fool yourself.

There was nothing you could say or do that would stop Him from baring into you, seeing your raw, corrupted soul screaming every fiber to be with him.

He chuckled at you, into you, the noise hollowing through your body and reaching crevices you'd rather forget. You stiffened.

Jin's claws reached up to your shoulder, played at your skin by walking his index and middle finger to the slope of your arm before tenderly peeling the strap of your dress down. He carefully traced his fingers further down, leaving your strap dangling on your bicep.

"You're a beautiful liar," he taunted, his voice gaining more edge as he sank his lips to your shoulder.

You were unsure if it was possible to stiffen further, yet you were stonewalled. His lips did nothing to cause you comfort, though it melted you inside.

Then his tongue dragged against your skin, leaving a tepid stripe that was teased by the soft breeze. You wiggled involuntarily, wanting to free yourself of whatever game was being played.

Jin took hold of your hands bracing his chest, held them close to his pectorals before guiding them down to his ribs. "It makes your Grace that more delectable."

You stifled a breath out, shifting your shoulder from his attention. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jin. Nothing happened."

His chuckle deepened, turning his head and moving to your opposite shoulder; Jin stopped to admire his handiwork of your neck, a beautiful round purpling hickey.

The blood vessels were brought to the skin, the little red beads congealing under the umbrella of aubergine in the perfect conform from his mouth.

Jin hummed, resting his lips to your opposite shoulder. "Keep lying, it feels so good."

This time, he used his teeth to tug your dress strap down your shoulder, leaving you bare from the collar up. You wrestled out of his hands and tried to pull yourself together.

Your guilty conscience was catching up to you again, leaving you questioning your Grace. To fall for a Devil was a cardinal sin.

And to explain that to your siblings, to return lesser of an angel. It wasn't going to be you.

Jin tsked, his hands going for your waist and pulling you back into him. "Angel, angel...don't get cold feet now."

His claws found their way into your feathers again, this time ruffling them at your shoulder blades. He pet softly into them, sending zings of soft electricity into your body and straight to your core.

You fluffed your wings, almost territorially, but smoothed them out again when Jin grabbed onto the edges. He rubbed your feathers carefully through his fingers, earning a soft pat of your foot before you wriggled again.

"Jin, please," you crooned, your voice reaching a pitch you weren't familiar with.

You couldn't come up with an explanation, an excuse as to why you couldn't, why you wouldn't. You turned away from him, crossing your arms to your chest as you made yourself up again.

You stared acutely across the apartment roof to the next rooftop, knowing that if you jumped, Jin would always follow you.

Suddenly, Jin's arms wrapped around you, one arm crossing between your breasts as the other circled your waist. He edged against you, sliding his hardened length along your inside thigh before rubbing carefully at the hem of your dress in the back.

"Angel," his voice came out strained, a whole entity darker than himself. "Tell me to stop right now, I'll stop. Just tell me."

You maintained a straight stature for a moment, your knees suddenly buckling at the rut of his cock between your hot thighs. Your glare softened as it turned up to the sky, already asking your creator for forgiveness with what you weren't strong enough to abstain from.

He felt so good against you, burning and hard. Your hand circled around to touch his hip, bring him further in for you to attempt a grind.

"Come on, Angel. Tell me to stop," he tried, pleaded into your ear.

Your wings were outstretched in the awkward position, sandwiched between you and Jin. The tips of your tawny feathers touched at His sable ones.

"Jin," you panted, something against your better judgement.

His hand around your waist slipped back to pull up your dress, touch at the free skin below your waist. "I can smell you want me. Tell me I'm wrong."

You suddenly clenched your thighs together, once again put off by his inquisitive nature. Still, his touch was inviting, infatuating. His claws were timid as his fingers pressed to your stomach, then drifted down at an exponential rate.

Then he was touching at your clit.

You drifted away in an instant, no longer thinking of damnation or Grace. Jin's touch was perfect, a pressure you'd never experienced before but now couldn't live without.

Your thighs melted apart, your wings drooping to the rooftop floor. You came undone by the simple touch, feeling a need to urge him further.

"Keep going," you ordered lowly, staring down your body to see his wrist over your thigh.

His fingers started swirling, earning a few deep breaths from you as Jin chuckled in your ear.

"What a beautiful little creature, so deprived..." he growled, pressing his lips to your ear. "You should hear how you sound."

You released a shallow moan at that, one that Jin echoed right back to you. You offered a whimper at his touch, he imitated it back.

"So pitiful," he teased, his fingers pressing a bit harder. "Tell me to stop now. I dare you."

You whined, tilting your chin away from him and feeling your wetness now slick down your thighs.

"Aww," Jin taunted, moving an inch closer to you and pressing his cheek to yours. "You can't, can you? It feels that good, huh, Angel? Worth the hellfire?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head menially before Jin retracted his claws and slid two fingers inside of you.

"Ohh," you uttered, your knees fighting to stay apart and come together.

Jin's other claws tickled at your throat while you stifled a few coos.

"Even closer than before, Angel. Corruption looks good on you," He husked into your ear, baring his teeth to nibble at the shell of your ear.

At the same time, he stretched his thumb up and pressed it to your clit, flicking it back and forth; his fingers slowly pumped into you, curving at your innermost wall.

You folded your bottom lip between your teeth, both of your hands crossing over Jin's. His hand at your throat drifted downward, tearing your dress down to paw at your breast.

He leaned into you, leading you down to your knees in a slow shift. He pulled you to his lap, your legs now spread apart and allowing him full access.

"Angel's a whore, huh?" Jin purred, massaging at your breast and teasing at your nipple.

You rested your head back to Jin's shoulder. If you could swear, you would.

"I like you this way," he whispered, his hold tightening around you in general.

Jin worked his fingers and used his forearm to grind you against him. "My little guilty conscience."

You made a noise of disbelief, dissuading whatever Jin thought of you as your hands braced his knees.

But you didn't want him to stop. Jin's hand pawed at your other breast, then went around to comb through the downy feathers at the base of your back.

You were a new kind of mess then, moaning louder to the sky as his fingers moved faster. Your wings shook anxiously as Jin shoved you forward to brace the asphalt.

Your nipples scraped against the asphalt, your ass presenting fully in Jin's lap. A noise of appreciation rumbled from his chest, his hand dragging heavily down your back before flipping the end of your dress up.

You tried to hide yourself, reaching to fold it back down; Jin tsked, grabbing your wrist and pressing it to the middle of your back.

"Angel, leave it to me now." Jin's voice strained again, holding your hand there for a moment too long before letting go.

His fingers paused, his thumb strumming your clit a bit faster. You writhed then, mixing the dull warm pinch of the asphalt with the teasing touch of Jin's thumb.

He reached further behind you, forcing the band of his fighting pants down. You felt an immense concentration of heat just before your pussy then, expressing more wet to combat it.

You wished to see his cock, though you weren't sure how'd you react to it. Jin chuckled darkly, staring down at your dripping pussy and slid his fingers out of you.

"You're so ready for me, Angel." He praised, angling his cock and rubbing his tip just before your pussy. "Stop me."

You shook your head then, glancing over your shoulder and dropping a wing to look at Jin, an entire new shade of deep red. His horns were even gaining color, his emberous eyes now darkened to coal.

"N-no," you cooed, slowly tilting your hips up to prsent further. "P-please."

Jin's breath escaped him in heavy rolls, trying to withhold whatever excitement was built inside him.

He pulled his hand away from your pussy, leaving your clit neglected; Jin took grip of your hip, reaching to grab your ass and spread your cheek to get a better, vulgar view.

With his other hand on his cock, he guided himself into you; more of your wetness eased out, already coating his cock.

"Fuck, Angel. Corrupted little heaven." Jin eased in further, filling you beyond what you thought was full.

Your hands braced out to the asphalt, slapping your palms to the floor. Jin pulled your hip further into him, making you squirm the more you took in.

"You feel better than imagined," Jin chirped, his wings flapping excitedly.

Your wings were flattened to the floor, twitching at the sensations running through your body. Jin's length continued before bottoming out at the entrance of your cervix.

Your walls fluttered in response, already aching to be doused. Jin's hands roamed up your back, combing through your wings again.

He took grip of the inside of a wing, holding you down and slowly rolling his hips out before reversing back into you.

The movement was rapturous, something better than whatever cooling Grace was stashed deep within you. You groaned at the thought, your hips following after him and stalling when he returned.

Jin bit his bottom lip, his chest puffing with a mating coo. Your eyes crossed, your mouth opening to pant.

Your tongue rolled out, your cheek bracing the asphalt. Corruption never felt so good.

"Torturous heaven, Angel. I've waited so long for this," Jin whimpered, leaning further against you before he clasped his arms around you in a tight hug.

You heaved, your feathers ruffling. Jin's wings curled around the two of you, closing you off from the outside world.

The two of you heaved, sharing heavy breaths and sweat while Jin pumped leisurely into you, slowly ruining you.

"Come back to me, Angel," Jin begged lowly against your shoulder.

Your face twisted at the words, trying to ignore Jin's pleas. Returning home to him...right now? Would be a beautiful, twisted endeavor.

Would this be what you two'd do for the rest of your days? Jin peeling away your Grace in luxurious, long strips before your wings eclipsed to black like his?

Another Fallen Angel in the presence of humanity. You released a purr-like rumble, only shifting further into Jin's hold.

"I--Fuck--I want to keep you, like my little pet," he gruffed, biting onto the lobe of your ear.

He shifted down and kissed your shoulder, then suctioned his lips to your skin. Jin's teeth nipped at your skin, earning a low peep from you.

Then he released and did it again, inches away. He peppered your skin with love bites, marking you with his hot mouth as his horns brushed against your temple.

You chased after his touch, slowly moving your body in the wake of his with your mouth making noises incomprehensible to you.

The thought continued to weigh in your mind, going back to him. Corruption was more than worth it if it always felt this good.

"Yes," you finally said, gulping the word out while the raven bubble around you trembled.

Jin gasped in your ear, releasing your skin from his mouth. His wings shifted apart, your gaze catching onto the beautiful blue of the sky against his darkness.

"Perfect pet, my little Angel," Jin muttered, holding you tighter.

His hand slid down your stomach, gathering more of your dress up before pressing his palm just below your navel. "I'll make my mark right here."

Jin's hand burned into you, making your skin tingle at the combined sensation. With a lift of your hips, you felt Jin's cock pressing just where his palm laid and you couldn't help the shiver of pleasure from the thought.

Then it traveled down your spine, warming up just at the meet of Jin's hips to your ass before you seized, your hands pulling into fists while you chewed into your bottom lip.

"Coming so soon?" Jin teased, not slowing his pace but holding you tighter to him. "I could go all night with you, Angel."

You nodded at his words, the breath-catching pleasure causing your toes to curl. You braced your knees together and reached to Jin's hand on your stomach, threading your fingers through his.

"Jin, fffffuck," you stammered out, your eyes squeezing shut as more wetness gushed from your pussy.

Your chest heaved, your nipples scraping the asphalt while you continued to chase the high the Devil brought to you. If you could get on your knees at that moment, you would to plead for more.

The feeling, in no better terms, were better than Heaven. Grace meant little to the hot rush that synapsed through your body and turned every living and dying cell within you over to Jin. He was in possession of this euphoria, making you swear and causing your insides to go adrift in pleasure.

Jin hummed into your ear, pulling you impossibly close to his body. "Yes, Angel, fuck."

He continued on for a few more swift pumps, staggering his stamina to a halt before burying his cock to the hilt; Jin's tip grazed your cervix, almost tapping to be let in, but then came with such a force that you squeaked in residual ecstasy.

Jin pulled away from you, presenting his wings out like a statue as they caught onto the wind and trembled. He stared down at where your bodies met now, his cock twitching inside you and your pussy glazed with wet.

He rubbed at your thighs, admiring more of your delectable body now that it'd brought him pleasure. Your hips ached with a soft roll forward, showing off more of yourself to him.

"My dirty little angel," he praised, producing his claws and gently tracing them up your back then between your wings. "I smell the corruption within you, my cum does wonders to your scent."

Your eyes fluttered, feeling his cock twitch again with another spurt inside you. He slowly pulled out, allowing more of his cum to land against your ass.

Then you felt his essence easing out of you. Jin groaned at the sight, pulling his hand connected with yours further down to touch. He placed your hand at your entrance, your fingers gathering his cum.

"Fuck that back into yourself, Angel, for me," he ordered softly, his hands going to massage your ass.

You whimpered, turning your head to look at him before tentatively easing your fingers into your pussy, dragging Jin's cum back inside.

"That's my good girl," Jin whispered, watching the act before lightly tapping your ass. "Good for me only."

You nodded, your throat now dry. Jin leaned forward and kissed your cheek then shoved his still-hard cock back into his pants.

"Get up," he said, his voice back to its original brass. "Let's go home."

[luniellar]

Breathe Me (Garrick Tavis X OC) - The Empyrean Series

When Xaden Riorson and Garrick Tavis arrive at Samara, they are forced to prove themselves all over again. When Xaden heads off to see Violet at Basgiath since their dragons are mated, Garrick finds himself alone in this unfamiliar area trying to get his name established navigating fights and ambushes. He owed his life to the man.

One particular night when Xaden leaves for Basgiath, Garrick finds himself with a new company. One who starts turning his world upside down and giving him something, that isn't just the Xaden and rebellion, to fight for.

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All rights to Rebecca Yarros for her original work and original characters. ______________________________________

Contains: Iron Flame Spoilers Warnings: Language

Chapters: 1 | 2

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Chapter 1: The Meeting

Garrick Tavis

I stretched out my body as I started heading up to the outpost. I didn’t mind taking on Xaden’s shifts when he had to go visit Violet. Hell, I always offered because it gave me something to do when Xaden wasn’t around. I looked up at the clear night sky scattered with millions of stars as I started up the stairs. With each step the sky felt closer as if I could reach out and feel the tiny stars in my hands. Not that I would want to do that either. I would probably crush them all instantly. I tend to do that with beautiful things. Xaden also loved reminding me that and I enjoyed reminding him the same message back.

When I got to the top of the stairs, my shift mate was already there. It looked as if she was cleaning up the mess the last shift left behind. I could hear her tiny, gentle voice as she skillfully navigated around the room mumbling to herself. 

“You would think that with all the filth around here, it was pigs who paired with dragons.”

I can feel Chradh, my brown scorpiontail who I’ve known for almost four years now, stirring in my mind. I’m insulted that she could think that dragons would even think about any other living creature being riders. We can barely stand humans. 

I smile, mentally rolling my eyes at Chradh. Still playing hard to get? You don’t mean that.

I do. Although, it is humorous that she is comparing humans to pigs. The state of your room definitely reflects that.  

The small figure turns from the desk towards the door where I’m standing and we lock eyes. Her brilliant blue eyes with gray flecks stare back at me and widen almost immediately as she drop the few pieces of trash on the floor.

“What the-” Her small, pale hands fly up clutching her chest as she staggers back. 

“Sorry, if I startled you. I’m your shift mate for today.” I say back calmly, trying to make sure she doesn’t have a heart attack. “I’m Garrick.” 

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I need to extend my hands to shake, but she definitely doesn’t look like the handshake type. Her long raven black hair is in a high ponytail and compliments her icy pale skin. It always made me wonder how some riders manage to stay light after hours flying near the sun.

Considering that we were both standing up, she only came up to my shoulders. She had a smaller frame than your average female rider, but through the rider leather anyone could see that she was built with lean muscle that only helped to accentuate her hourglass figure. 

“Gods, you scared me,” she started. Her soft voice gently filled up the small space we were in. “How does a guy like you manage to sneak around like that?”

“Is that a compliment?” I asked, taking a small step closer. I didn’t see her react or step back which gave me the assurance that she was just startled. I was always aware of my size and how people had to comment about it. This case was no exception. 

Her shoulders dropped as she let out a soft exhale. “I thought Riorson was on duty.”

I immediately noticed how she said Xaden’s name in a normal tone in that sentence. Here, everyone has a little disgust when they have to say his name. Or should I say spit out his name. Most try to avoid it all together and just ignore his existence. They will never understand what he means to us. 

“Sorry to disappoint. Riorson is on girlfriend duties. You’re stuck with me.” It only takes five big strides for me to go over to her and pick up the items from the floor. 

“No, you don’t have to-” She started to say as her small hand reached for my forearm. Looking down, I saw how small and soft her hands looked against the contrast of my dark, muscular forearms. The only regular female interactions I had was with Imogen and it’s been a month. We determined that a break would be best anyways since rider's life is short and all. “I’ll take this, Tavis.” 

Tavis? I didn’t remember giving her my last name.  

Her hands strategically moved around the few pieces of paper in my hands and took them into hers. She walked past me to reach the waste basket by the door, her warm scent of vanilla and clean laundry wafting up to my nose. Damn, she smelled amazing. 

Clean your room once a while and you could smell like that too, Big One. Chradh replied in my mind. 

“I’m Lei Aukai. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Straightening her posture, she meets my eyes and smiles gently. The wooden log outpost looks like it’s big enough to be her room, but here I look like a dragon in my bedroom. Linking her hands behind her, she walks up to me. “I’ve heard about the new Basgiath graduate transfers. Welcome. I joined Samara last year.” 

I nod. She definitely wasn’t the handshaking type, noted. “The pleasure is mine,” I replied. Her raven black hair tossed as she turned to the windows. My body straightened in response. That smell was intoxicating. I could smell her for hours… days even. 

“I wish I could tell you we could take turns sleeping or something, but Samara is the cruelest outpost. It looks like we will both have to be awake for this one.” She paused, still keeping her eyes on the mountains on the horizon. “You bonded with a brown scorpiontail, is that correct?” 

Chardh’s senses heightened and so did mine. She says she was hoping for Riorson, knows my last name, and Chradh’s traits. It was truly a shame she was so beautiful, but I knew I could have her on the floor and gasping for air instantly. “How do you know about Chradh?”

“Chradh.” My dragon’s name even sounded beautiful in her voice. That’s a compliment for you, Chradh. Chradh is not pleased. 

I slowly reached for my sword strapped to my back and she turned around to face me at the same time, raising her hands to show there was nothing in them. “I’m not your enemy, Tavis.” Her round eyes glistened in the dimly lit outpost, but I could still make out her small, but perfectly shaped button nose and full lips. “I promise.” 

I lowered my hand down and mentally noted the dagger strapped around my waist. I think my size alone would be able to crush her, but you know what they say. Never trust the quiet ones, or in this case small and quiet ones. 

“I want to help you and Riorson. I know it’s not easy to get around here. It’s hard on all the newcomers, but especially harder on…” she paused looking at my rebellion markings. “I can help you navigate Samara. I don’t like bullies.” Her brows furrowed like she was reminded of something unpleasant.

“We.. I can take care of bullies.” I flexed my muscles and tensed my jaw. “Why do you want to help us?” I scan her exposed fair skin for any rebellion relics and I find none. 

“Like I said, I don’t like bullies. A group of guys are planning to attack you tonight on your way back to your quarters. Let me walk with you.” 

I opened my mouth and nothing came out as my mind was trying to process what she was saying. What was this girl’s deal? She wants to escort me to my room? Has she seen me? “Wait, do you know what I look like?” I asked.

A smile appeared on her face. “Yes, Tavis. I’m staring at you right now.” 

“Then, how could you say-” Before I could finish my sentence, she quickly reached for her dagger strapped to her thighs in one graceful move. She dashed towards me, moving past my body to jab at the back of my knees with her heel and easily brought me to my knees. As my legs gave out, I managed to reach for my dagger, but when I looked up… her dagger met my line of sight and I was only able to get to her… knees. Fuck. Xaden would be disappointed. But, depending on the angle of entry I was sure that I could make sure she won’t be able to walk on two feet anymore. 

Lei looked down at me. “I see you Tavis and I just confirmed that I was faster.” 

She was fast. I haven’t seen anything this fast like this since I’ve seen Violet train with Xaden. I think Lei might be... faster.

“I would never want to go one on one with you on the mats, but this is not school. People will do anything to get what they want. Even if it means it’s a cheap fight like the group of 7 guys who plan on doing that tonight. If you had Riorson, sure it could be easy, but not on your own.” 

“Fine,” I agreed. “Now, I would like to keep my beautiful face, thank you.” Survival was most important for us. At Bagisth, Xaden and I were easily the best fighters, but that is definitely not the case here, considering it’s the worst outpost. I move my dagger first as a sign of trust and she does the same, taking a step back. 

“So Lei,” I started getting up from the floor. “How would this situation have gone if it was Riorson and not me?”

“Hm, I don’t know.” She shrugged her clear blue eyes meeting mine. “I always knew it was going to be you, Tavis.” 

✦ ✦ ✦

The shift went by fast as Lei and I chatted about Samara. She told me the kind of missions she went on and what I could expect being here. It was a good orientation. She also told me about her bonded dragon, Cosheirm. Cosheirm was also a brown dragon, but with a morningstartail. Morningstartails were highly sought out by other riders for having one of the deadliest weapons and I suspected maybe that’s why she didn’t like bullies? She wanted to know about Chradh and of course Chradh had an ego trip with that.

It was past midnight when Lei and I headed back for the barracks. Well, my barrack. I never had anyone walk me to my bedroom before so this was new. The night was quiet.

Lei’s scent was softer outside, more fresh and clean than the intoxicating vanilla. She walked beside me in silence, listening for any sounds. If I didn’t know what she told me earlier, I would have thought it was just another walk outside for her. Even though I met her today, she was so good at masking. Maybe it was related to her signet?

I straightened my posture when we got near the side clearing. If there was any attack, this field would be the best. It was secluded from the main building and under the moonlight, you got a direct view of your target.

“Wait, that’s not the Riorson boy,” a deep voice called out. 

Lei and I stopped in our tracks. She looked up at me and eyed the woods to our right where seven figures emerged. None of them were my height, but no one was my height. A guy about a head shorter than me walked up to us and I noticed that Lei already had her dagger out. She really was fast.

“Oh shit, isn't that little Lei?” He said, amused. 

I saw her stance change as she lowered her body a little like a predator before it jumped to kill the prey. “Move along, Pratt.” She spat out. Lei’s voice was blood-drippingly lethal. I didn’t even know she could sound like that. 

“Lei, you have no business being here. Come back over here and stand behind me so we can take care of this dumb giant beside you.” 

I laughed at the pitiful attempt at an insult. “The lady asked you to move along, in case you couldn’t hear it from down there.” I stepped ahead and Pratt’s groupie moved up as well. I quickly assessed the situation and saw a glint of a sword in their hands. The guys to the left of Pratt looked the most inexperienced, their stance still needed work. Unlike Lei who could easily wipe them out knowing how fast she moved. 

“Lei, we didn’t keep you alive just so you could die here. Come here.”

“Fuck off, Pratt.”

They clearly had some history I had no business in knowing, but I wanted to know. Were these the bullies she had to deal with? How many did she deal with? Did she do it alone?

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” I said stretching my arms and legs. “You want Riorson right? You can’t have him unless you can get through me first.” 

When her blue eyes met mine, I quickly signaled with my eyes to go for the guys to the left and she nodded in understanding. I pulled out only one sword. I only needed one from my back and charged ahead, slicing open one of their legs causing a guy to immediately fall to the floor. Two of them came at me next and I dodged their sword jabs and skillfully kicked one down with raw force while slashing through the side of the other. My job here was not to kill. It was better having them around for show so others knew exactly what it means to challenge Xaden and I. What it means to challenge me. 

I looked for Pratt and saw his body pinning down Lei’s, next to the injured bodies of the three guys I asked Lei to go for first. I mentally smiled at her holding her own. But, that fucker. He knew exactly that he couldn’t handle me so he went for Lei, go figure. I strided over and with my right hand peeled his body off of her and flung him to the side. 

A loud thud hit the floor with the sound of something breaking. I hope it was a leg or arm, but it sounded more like a rib or two. How disappointing. I reached out my hand and Lei quickly grabbed it as I pulled her up to her feet. My heart sank when I saw the cut across her cheekbone that fresh blood trickled down from. My gaze quickly scanned her over to look for any cuts, but didn’t see anything else. She was fierce. I liked fierce. 

“Are you okay, Tavis?” She asked, glancing down at the bodies groaning on the floor. 

“I’m fine, are you?” I pointed to the same area on my cheek where she was cut. 

“It’s nothing. Pratt wears a family ring. It was probably from that.” She ripped the edge of her sleeve and placed it on her cheek. She was resourceful. I liked resourceful.

I looked down at Pratt who was holding his stomach like air was knocked out of him. Well, air was knocked out of him. After hearing that his hand touched her face made me want to crush him under my feet. I was considering it when I heard Lei’s voice behind me.

“Come on, Tavis. Let’s go before someone notices.” 

I had some herbs and medicine for her cut so I insisted she walk the rest of the way to my room. Her clean vanilla scent filled my room as she sat on my chair and I brought over the medicine. Looking at the small mirror in the aid kit, she quickly fixed up her cut and thanked me. “I can get the herbs I used and bring it back to you,” she said, getting up and heading for the door.

I thought about telling her she could just take all of it back with her if she wanted since this was the first time I used it, but I wasn’t against the thought of her visiting again. “Sure.”

“Let me walk you back,” I started to say leaning on the door frame and she shook her head. “Come on, you’re hurt and it’s late.”

She looked around the hallway to see if anyone was around and leaned to me. Her scent filled my lungs and I found myself learning closer. I couldn’t read her face, but it looked like she was hesitating to tell me. Wondering if she could trust me.

“You can tell me,” I whispered. 

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, it was like I was staring at a clear blue lake. It was breathtaking. 

“What if I told you I could get back to my room before you could finish blinking.” 

I tilted my head in confusion. “What do you-” Then the flashback of how fast she moved earlier back at the outpost. How, despite my hours of training with Xaden, one the most powerful fighters, I couldn't stop her. I could only reach her knees. “Teleportation,” I breathed. Her signet was teleportation.

“Yes,” she whispered back, smiling. “I can tell you more about it if you want to know.” 

“I do.” I replied.

“We will talk again, Tavis.” 

“Wait,” I quickly reached for her wrists, thinking that she was going to disappear. When her gaze dropped down to my hands, I let go just as fast. “Sorry, I didn’t know if you were going to disappear.” 

She smiled that gentle smile again, moving her hands to her sides. “It’s okay.”

“Call me Garrick. My friends call me Garrick, and thank you for tonight.” What else do people say after thank you? I couldn’t think straight through her scent, her smile. “I owe you one.”

“Friends…” her voice trailed off. “I’ll remember that, Garrick.” I didn't know my name could sound like that. Ever. 

And just like that after a blink, Lei was gone. Leaving me with nothing but her scent. 

I was wondering when you would start taking interest in other humans again. And your rebellion leader doesn’t count. Chradh noted.

I’m not interested. I reply back to Chradh. And shouldn’t you be sleeping, Chradh? 

You try sleeping through that loud thumping, Big One. 

✦ ✦ ✦

The morning came around and I found Xaden standing in his usual spot at the morning assembly. 

“You have something on your face,” Xaden said when I stood next to him. 

“What? Where?” I ran my hands over my face. I didn’t see anything when I came out of the shower 10 minutes ago. Also, my room may not be clean, but I washed myself often and very thoroughly. “I don’t think-”

Xaden turns to me and I swear I saw a smile flash across his face. “Since when did you roll up to morning assembly with a smile on your face?” 

From the corner of my eyes I saw her shiny raven ponytail. I must have been looking longer than I thought I had because her head turned and her clear blue eyes from the night that actually had some sage green in the sun were staring back at me. Lei gave a slight head nod greeting and a smile before turning back to the podium. 

“Good luck,” Xaden’s voice tugs me back to reality. “But, damn I sure hope I wasn’t as obvious as you.” He finished looking up at the podium as well.

I scoffed. “I thought about going easy on you today since I thought Violet would be giving you a hard time, but watch out on the sparring mat.” I paused, remembering how it was last year when he met Violet. “Oh trust me, you were worse.” 

“Looking at you, there is no way.” Xaden replied confidently. 

After a short pause, I cleared my throat and swallowed my pride. “By the way, can you send me all your outpost patrol duties?” 

Xaden laughed. 

“Fuck you, Xaden.” 

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So in the interest of exposure I've decided I'm also gonna start posting my fics right here on Tumblr. I'll still be posting them on AO3 as well under the same username as here!

Summary: The keys to the bus were missing, the crew was nowhere to be found, and Jake and Danny had slept through their alarm.

Tags: Jake x Danny, fluff, slight angst if you squint, established relationship.

The Suite Life of Jake and Danny

Word count: 3.8k

All of their luggage was standing in the lobby of the hotel.

Suitcases and backpacks, all neatly packed and labelled for their next stop, professionally stacked together on hotel trolleys.

Checkout would be soon. Technically they were ready to leave. Josh and Sammy had left earlier than necessary, using the extra time to briefly explore this new city they had found themselves in and no doubt making a mad dash to find and buy the most ridiculous souvenirs available for their mom and dad, a tradition they had started when they began touring outside of their home state.

Jake and Danny however, had slept in.

Most of the tour they would simply sleep on their bus, having grown accustomed to the coffin like bunks and the gentle swaying of the road a long time ago.

Hotel nights were rare, so when the opportunity finally presented itself, they intended to make good use of it.

It wasn't just the being able to sprawl out on a queen sized bed, or the luxury of turning around in the shower and not immediately smacking into a door or wall. It was also the privacy.

Jake and Danny had been together since the early days of the band, when they still travelled in a shitty sprinter van, curling up together between guitar cases and drum kits and two more brothers.

They were used to the close quarters and the lack of alone time. They were fine with it.

But that didn't mean they didn't revel in the little quiet moments of alone time.

A shared bed instead of two separate cramped bunks, a steady rise and fall of sleepy breaths shared in the same space, the little quiet sweet nothings whispered into the crook of a neck without the exaggerated exclamations of disgust from the other two band members. It was nice.

So nice in fact that they had both slept through their alarms.

Waking up half an hour before checkout, already having missed breakfast. Abandoning the sweet and serene morning they had hoped for and instead scrambling half awake through a far too dark hotel room because neither of them were quite awake enough to realise grabbing their clothes and shoving their stuff into bags would be much easier if one of them opened the curtains.

They had made it downstairs on time at least.

Bleary eyed and slightly dishevelled they handed their room key back to the hotel clerk and filled out the mandatory documents and satisfaction rating.

Placing their luggage next to Josh and Sam's already awaiting trunks they sat down in the little lounge area in the lobby, blinking against the sunlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows and slowly trying to wake up.

Jake and Danny had formed the habit not to be too overly affectionate in public. They weren't exactly hiding anything but you never knew who was watching.

Today however, sitting together in a practically empty hotel lobby after not having been able to indulge in their usual comfortable quiet morning, Danny had decided he really couldn't care less who saw them and simply snuggled against Jake's side.

Even though he was almost a full head taller and the many years of pounding away at the drums had transformed his skinny arms and back into hard lean muscle, Danny always felt soft and small when Jake held him like this. His head resting on the shorter man's chest, legs tucked up on the couch, both of his arms encircling Jake's waist while Jake's arm was comfortably draped across his shoulder.

They sat like that in warm comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying being close to each other. Jake's hand had moved to the top of Danny's head, absentmindedly combing his fingers through the dark curls that were still slightly tangled with sleep, softly getting the knots out and combing some stray strands away from Danny's face.

Danny in return had found a gap between the edge of Jake's pants and the hem of his shirt and lazy drew invisible patterns with his fingers on the few inches of soft exposed skin, silently noting how Jake's hips had recently filled out a bit more and loving the feeling of the little extra give when he gently squeezed him there.

Time ticked by slowly, sunbeams played through the yellow autumn leaves outside and silently danced across the coffee table in front of them. After the rushed wake up and subsequent packing frenzy Danny was still happy they could have this cosy moment together. He felt like he could drift right back to sleep like this, his cheek pressed against Jake's warm skin, listening to his calm and steady heartbeat, feeling the soft rise and fall of his chest with every breath. This was bliss.

When Jake's soft voice rumbled low out of his chest it actually startled Danny a little bit. It seemed he had actually drifted back to sleep after all and therefore hadn't really registered what Jake had said, just that he had spoken.

"Sorry, what was that?" He mumbled as he rubbed at his eyes and lightly cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the sleep that still seemed to cling to his vocal cords.

"I said, do you wanna start loading our stuff onto the bus? It's getting kinda late and knowing Josh and Sammy they won't get back until the exact second we have to leave, so if we're already fully packed it should be easier to head out."

Danny nodded as he sat up a little straighter, still trying to fight off the tiredness that had gripped him so heavily.

"Yeah, that's probably smart." He replied, now sitting up fully and untangling his hands from Jake's waist. Before he could entirely retreat from the embrace, Jake gently held his right wrist in place for a moment.

Danny looked up at his warm brown eyes, eyes that even after all these years still looked at him with so much love and adoration it still sprouted butterflies in his stomach.

" And if we have the bus packed and ready before they come back we can call dibs on the master bedroom tonight." Jake said with a mischievous smile.

Danny smiled back at him with that same glint in his eye.

Their tour bus was a pretty standard two floor model. It came equipped with a downstairs living area, a small kitchen and dining booth, a toilet, an upstairs lounge, bathroom, six bunks and one fully outfitted master bedroom.

The master bedroom was usually just used for storage, none of them feeling quite comfortable claiming the extra space when the others were still confined to their small bunks.

They still used it sometimes, the king sized bed was a great place to all cuddle up together for movie nights or to give a little more privacy when Sammy's girlfriend or Josh's boyfriend happened to travel along for a few stops.

But Jake and Danny rarely claimed it for themselves.

They knew Josh and Sammy didn’t mind them being together, hell, when they had twirled around each other at the start of their relationship, endlessly playing the game of ‘will they won’t they’ Josh had eventually resorted to direct action.

Fed up with the endless frustration of seeing his twin giggle and blush whenever Danny gave him the slightest bit of attention, only then to sulk like a moody teen whenever he turned his attention to anyone else, Josh had roped Sammy into his conspiracy to finally put an end to this maddening cycle so they could actually focus on their band in earnest.

It hadn’t quite been kidnapping, technically.

Josh and Sammy had lured the two lovestruck idiots out to the shed in the garden under the guise of showing them the cool acoustic properties the tiny building held, and had unceremoniously shoved them inside as quickly as possible and bolted the door shut behind them.

Jake and Danny had immediately started protesting as soon as they realised what had happened, but all they got in return was Sammy laughing his head off as Josh yelled “You two are either gonna fuck or kill each other, I really don’t care at this point but just make it fucking stop!” through the gaps in the wood of the closed door.

It took them four hours.

They didn’t actually fuck, it was still far too early for that, but when Josh finally relented and opened the door (mainly after their mother had found out what he had done and had given him a stern talking to), Jake and Danny did walk out of the shed as a couple.

All that however didn’t mean that they were exactly comfortable with Josh and Sammy over hearing their more intimate moments. The master bedroom provided them with a bit more privacy, sure. But the aluminium door was hardly sound proof. Experience had taught them that at least.

They got up from the hotel lobby couch and started manoeuvring the trolley that held their luggage through the revolving front doors and down the parking lot to where their bus was parked in its designated spot. It seemed eerily quiet.

Usually around this time of day the drivers would already be here, roadhands would be milling about, securing the bigger cases into the bus’ cargo hold. Their manager and make-up artist, whom they'd grown increasingly close to over the many months of travelling together, would be making sure the boys hadn’t trashed the bus too much during the previous trip. Acting as stand in road parents and giving them an earful when the bus wasn’t up to code.

But no one was there.

Jake shot a quick glance at the watch on his wrist. They were supposed to leave in about two hours, where the fuck was everyone?

He looked over at Danny who’s face mirrored his own confused expression.

“Did we get the time wrong?” Jake asked.

“I don’t know, we didn’t change time zones yesterday did we?” Danny replied.

Jake thought back to the day before, usually their manager would tell them and make sure that they updated their watches when they travelled from one time zone to the next, but he didn’t remember having gotten that notification yesterday.

“I don’t think we did…” he muttered, wracking his brain for any memories he might have subconsciously declared unnecessary. He still came up blank.

Danny shrugged.

“ Whatever, let's just start loading on our shit. The sooner we can take a nap the better, I am exhausted.”

Jake nodded in agreement. The last few days had been an absolute whirlwind. Back to back shows for the last five days in five different countries, continuously packing and unpacking gear. Getting off the bus, preparing, playing, packing up, and getting back on the bus.

It was rewarding of course, seeing the thousands of people who appreciated what they did even though they spoke different languages and had different cultures. Living the life they’d always dreamt of, travelling the world and performing their hearts out. It was wonderful. Jake would never wanna do anything else, not in a million years.

It was also extremely exhausting. A nap definitely sounded nice right now.

Jake dug through the pockets of his pants for the keys to the bus as Danny started taking their luggage off of the trolley.

Coming up empty he checked the pockets of his jacket next. Phone, wallet, passport, all his usual important items were there. But not the keys.

“ Danny, babe, did you see my keys by any chance? I can’t seem to find them.” Jake asked, checking the pockets of his jeans again just to be sure he hadn’t accidentally put them in a different spot than usual.

Danny set down the suitcase he was holding and checked the carabiner on his belt where he usually kept his keys, but his hands came up empty too. He checked his pockets as well but still nothing.

“Can’t say I did love. And I can’t seem to find my own set either.” he replied.

Panic started to set in slightly at that. The bus was basically their home at the moment. They all had their own set of keys and they usually guarded them with their life. But the last few nights their manager had opened the bus and they had all filled in one after another. Jake couldn’t even remember when he had last unlocked the doors by himself, let alone which country he had been in at the time.

Losing your keys was one thing, not knowing in which country you had lost them was something else entirely.

“Did I wear these pants yesterday?” Jake asked Danny, mind too awash with the sudden rush of panic to clearly remember his own outfit from the day before.

Danny scrunched up his shoulders and lightly shook his head. “I’m not sure, I don’t think so?” he said, but it sounded more like a question than a statement.

Jake started digging through his backpack first. Maybe he had shoved his keys into some random pocket there. He had never put his keys in his bag before but maybe, somehow, his exhausted brain had thought that that was the most logical place last night.

Still nothing.

Meanwhile Danny had thrown open his suitcase and was frantically rifling through the pockets of all the pants he owned. Also nothing.

The two men looked at each other, panic evident on their faces now.

“Should we call someone?” Danny asked, voice sounding like he’d just ran a marathon.

“I’ll call one of the drivers, they should have been here by now anyway.” Jake replied, not entirely successful in keeping the anxiety out of his own voice.

The phone rang for about thirty seconds before it eventually went to voicemail. Jake cursed under his breath.

His calls to their manager, their make-up artist, Josh, and Sammy ended in the same result. No reply or straight to voicemail.

“What in the actual fuck is going on right now.” he exclaimed, panic turning slowly into anger at the unresponsiveness of the crew. “Did we enter the twilight zone or something? We’re supposed to leave in an hour and a half, where the fuck is everyone?”

Danny, who had been anxiously pacing back and forth next to Jake and chewing on the nail of his thumb, stopped in his tracks as he heard the frustration in his boyfriend's voice.

He turned to face Jake and softly pulled him into a hug.

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine.” he muttered into the shorter man’s hair, all anxiety instantly having disappeared from his voice in favour of calming Jake down.

Jake sighed against his chest and hugged him back.

“We can’t miss tonight’s show Danny, I can’t believe I’ve been stupid enough to lose my keys somewhere in Europe.” he mumbled against Danny’s sweater.

“We won’t miss tonight’s show.” Danny replied, rubbing his hands up and down Jake’s back in what he hoped was a soothing way and didn’t betray the panic and uncertainty he was still very much feeling himself.

“And if you’re stupid for losing your keys then so am I. I'm sure we’ll find them eventually. And there’s no way the crew would ever allow us to be late. I’m sure there’s just been some kind of miscommunication. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

Jake seemed to slightly relax at that. He hugged Danny a little bit tighter for a moment before loosening his grip around his back to stand up on his tiptoes and plant a soft kiss against Danny’s lips.

Danny smiled against his mouth, secretly enjoying the fact that Jake fully had to reach up to be able to kiss him, and always feeling extra loved when he saw Jake make the effort.

“ Let’s get back to the lobby.” Danny said once Jake had released his lips again. “It’s pretty cold out here and maybe we can ask the receptionist at the front desk if we can go back and search our room.”

Jake lowered himself to his normal height again and nodded. “Yeah that’s probably our best option right now.” he replied, moving to replace their luggage back onto the trolley.

The receptionist looked slightly surprised when they rolled the full cart of luggage back through the revolving doors, but managed to keep a professionally pleasant face when Jake and Danny approached her and explained their situation.

“I’m very sorry to hear that you’ve misplaced your keys.” she said.

“ I think our cleaning staff is in there now, I’ll call up to the room and ask them to keep an eye out. Meanwhile, please feel free to wait in the lounge, I’ll let you know as soon as I hear back from them.”

They thanked her and sat back on the same couch they had inhabited half an hour ago, this time filled with a lot more frustration and anxiety.

“I guess we can kiss the master bedroom goodbye after this.” Danny sighed.

Jake looked over at him, his elbows were resting on his knees and his shoulders were slumped slightly forward, curls hanging like a curtain around his face.

He smiled softly at Danny and pushed some strands of hair behind his ear so he could actually see him.

“Listen, we had every intention to load not only our stuff but also Josh and Sam’s shit onto the bus. Those chucklefucks should be grateful. When was the last time they even so much as offered to take our bags huh?” Jake said with a smile.

Danny smiled at that too.

“I don’t know man. Last time Sammy offered to take my bag I was pretty sure he was gonna try and chuck it into a canal. Little shit.” Danny chuckled.

“Exactly!” Jake replied. “I don’t think Josh has ever offered to help me carry anything. He’s much happier watching me struggle by myself. “ he laughed.

Their anxiety was slowly lessened as they tried to lighten each other’s mood. They sat for a while and reminisced about what assholes their other two band members could be until the receptionist gently interrupted their giggle fit.

She smiled warmly at them when she spoke.

“Sorry to interrupt gentlemen but our cleaning staff seems to have located two sets of keys in your room, along with a pair of trousers and a jacket. Someone will bring them down shortly.”

Jake and Danny sighed in relief, thoroughly thanking the woman who gave them another kind smile before returning to her station behind the front desk.

Danny pulled Jake close to him.

“See? Told you it would be all right?” he said, a smile audible in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah mister eternal optimist.” Jake laughed. “But don’t pretend you weren’t worried you’d left your keys in France or Germany or Switzerland either.”

Danny gave him a playful shove.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he stated matter of factly. “I knew they were in the room the entire time.” he tried to keep his face as straight as possible but it only took a single look at Jake’s face for Danny to break into laughter.

“Yeah no, I was absolutely shitting myself man.” he finally admitted.

Jake laughed at him and Danny joined in his laughter. All anxiety melting away like snow in the sun.

A few minutes later Jake’s phone rang. It was Josh.

“Hey Jake, sorry I missed your call. What’s up?” his twin’s voice sounded cheerful through the phone’s speakers.

A little bit of the anger Jake had felt earlier bubbled back up into his stomach.

“What do you mean ‘what’s up?’” he replied. “Where the fuck are you? Where is everyone? We’re supposed to leave soon and the entire crew is missing!” he tried not to yell but Josh’s nonchalant tone of voice didn’t exactly help to calm him down.

“Jake what the fuck are you talking about? It’s Wednesday, remember? We have the next two days off. We’re not leaving until Friday evening.” Josh stated calmly, confusion evident in his voice.

Jake didn’t believe him.

“Nice try asshole. Why is your luggage in the hotel lobby if we’re staying here for two more days huh?” he snapped back.

“It’s not? My stuff is still in my room?” Josh was silent for a second, Jake could hear Sammy’s muffled voice in the background of the call. “Sam did point out that there were some suitcases that looked almost identical to ours when we walked through the lobby this morning. Please tell me you didn’t touch those, cause they’re definitely not ours, you can check the tags.”

Jake’s anger deflated at that. He stayed silent for a second as he walked back over to the luggage and checked the tags like Josh had suggested. He was right. He had no idea whose bags these were but they sure weren’t his brothers’.

“Jake? Are you still there?” Josh’s voice asked through the phone.

“ Haha, yeah totally, I was just joking man, you totally fell for it.” he said, but his voice sounded anything but convincing.

Before Josh could reply Jake spoke again. “I’ll call you back later, I gotta go sort out a thing.”

He could hear Josh snort out a laugh before he hung up and walked back over to Danny who looked at him quizzically.

“Babe, I'm not sure how to tell you this, but we may be the two biggest idiots currently alive.” Jake smiled awkwardly as he rubbed a hand across his forehead.

Danny’s confused look only intensified until Jake explained what Josh had just told him.

Danny stared at him for a long quiet moment.

“I think we should wait with checking back into our rooms until the receptionist changes shifts.” he mumbled. “I don’t think I could handle the embarrassment of checking out and back in with the same person within a two hour window.”

Jake nodded at that.

“At least we’ll have our keys back soon so we’ll be able to take a nap on the bus in the meantime.” he said.

Danny huffed out a laugh at that. “I’m gonna need more than a nap after this shit show of a morning.”

Jake silently agreed. A nap, a stiff drink, and a hot shower, and then maybe another nap for good measure. They were obviously more exhausted than they had realised.

Suddenly Danny let out a groan and Jake looked at him, confused.

“Josh and Sammy are never gonna let us live this down are they.” he said, eyes squeezed shut, an absolute look of discomfort on his face.

Jake let out a laugh at that.

“Oh absolutely never. Let’s maybe not mention that we also lost our keys. The fact that they know we apparently dragged some stranger’s luggage all over the parking lot for about an hour is already bad enough.”

Danny could definitely agree to that.

The end.

[kingkennny10]

Mike Makowski x f!Reader

just a lil smut ive had in my memos for a good month, i changed some things to make it a f!reader as ik most people arent nb like me :/ mike is ooc asf i apologize also this is barely proof read so lmk if theres any mistakes, yall are past legal drinking age in this btw

THIS IS SMUT, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

cw: smutty smut smut, knifeplay, blood kink, pain is most definitely involved, jealous mike, established relationship lil bit of a size kink, p in v creampie, fingering

You and Mike arrived at your air bnb in the afternoon the day before your 2nd anniversary. You both wanted to quickly get to the beach but the long drive caught up with you guys and you decided to take a nap once everything was unloaded. Mike was the first awake and was unpacking both of your things for the week, you smiled at his thoughtfulness. "Mikey~ you should have woke me up to help you," You pouted as you propped yourself up on your elbows. You giggled when he physically jumped clutching at his chest dramatically.

"Holy shit baby, you scared the soul from my body!" His words caused you to giggle again and you crawled your way towards the foot of the bed where he sat on the floor with the suitcases. "Anyways, I wanted you to get as much sleep as possible before we go to the beach, plus I can handle putting our things away sweets." You huffed and rolled over on your back with a small pout on your lips.

“Wheres my bathing suit?” You asked noticing the sun was only just now setting.

“In the bathroom waiting for you.” Your lover said with a smile evident in his tone. He knew how badly you wanted to go enjoy the beach on the first day so he got your stuff ready for you. “I don’t have much left to put up so you better hurry sweetheart~” You rolled back over onto your stomach with a shocked expression.

“What about you?” You said teasing, when he stood up to put something into the closet and you rolled your eyes. He was already in his trunks and a old school Dracula tank top, ready to go. “You bastard!” You huffed and got up making your way to the bathroom leaving him to laugh at your faux insults. Your bathing suit was neatly placed next to the sink as well as the new cover up you got to match before the trip. Your bathing suit was all black while the cover up was a neon green to match his trunks.

“Almost ready sweets?” You heard Mike on the other side of the door. Instead of responding you walked out the door only to be immediately picked up and swung around. “You look so good angel!” He said muffled into your neck. He set you down and placed a soft kiss on your lips pressing your foreheads together. “From what I’ve seen outside there seems to be a party going on tonight. You excited?” He asked you punctuated with another kiss on the lips. You smiled brightly at him before answering. Mike didn’t like crowded spaces very much, but he would brave it for you if it meant you were happy.

“As long as I’m with you I’m the happiest person on earth.” His cheeks turned pink at your statement and he pulled you in for another tight squeeze. Once he was done hugging you he held your hand and guided you out of the house locking it up behind you two. Your air bnb was right on the beach and only a minutes walk to the outdoor bar where the party was happening. You could immediately see a handful of drunk people amongst others. A gentle squeeze to your hand brought your attention back to Mike.

“Looks like drinks are free due to the party. You ready baby?” He asked looking into your excited eyes. You rapidly nodded your head and pulled him along with you to the bar. You wasted no time ordering both your usual drinks of choice. The music was loud all around you and you barely noticed the bartender setting your drinks down. Both of you took a sip of your drinks as you began swaying in place to the music next to Mike. You nudged him all but two times while he took a few more sips of his drink. “I’m sorry sweets but I am not dancing tonight, especially not to this.” He shook his head making you pout. You understood how he felt though, being in a crowded area like this was already too much for him.

“Thats okay, are you gonna watch me though?” You asked hopefully, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. You finished off your drink setting the empty cup down.

“Of course my love!” He said sweetly turning to face the crowd continuing his drink. You giggled and stepped into a clear spot where you could still see each other. Slowly you began to feel the music and began swaying and dancing along all alone giving Mike a show to remember. The orange light of the sunset and the blue LED lights of the bar contrasting against your skin. To Mike you looked like heaven on earth and all he could do was smile to himself as he watched you enjoy the music. Soon enough his drink was catching up to him and he was going to have to use the bathroom soon. You were too entranced with the music to notice him trying to get your attention so he decided to just rush and use the bathroom and hopefully be back before you noticed his absence. Unfortunately for you both, it wouldn’t be this easy. As soon as Mike walked away from the bar there were hands on you. Thinking by chance it was your lover you turned around in their arms with a smile, which quickly faded when you seen the unfamiliar face accompanied by the strong smell of beer. A scowl stretched across your features as you looked the drunk man in the eyes. You attempted to pull yourself away from him which led his hold to tighten around you pulling your body flush with his.

“Let go of me.” You say through gritted teeth. Bracing your hands on his chest to keep space between you. He laughed dismissing you and swayed you to the music with him. You glanced over to the bar only to see Mike was gone.

“Don’t be that way sweetheart, you looked lonely dancing here by yourself!” He said cheerily continuing to sway you. You kept pressure on his chest to keep him away from you.

“Get away from me, let me go!” You barked out making the drunk man frown. Quickly his frown turned to a smile accompanied by one of his hands sliding down to your ass giving it a firm squeeze. In your head you were begging for Mike to come back and save you from this disgusting perv before you get a battery charge on your record. “GET OFF!” You shouted this time. The mans grip loosened on you but in a flash he was knocked to the ground from a swift punch delivered by your knight in shining armour Mike. He had one of the most angry expressions you’ve seen decorating his face and all you could do was blush.

“How about next time you LISTEN when your told to back off.” Mike said with venom looking down at the drunk fool. He snaked one arm around your waist and spat on the ground next to the guy, you couldn’t help the wetness beginning to leak from you at the sight of his anger along with his possessive touch. “If you ever touch her again you’ll be missing some teeth.” Mike was absolutely fuming as he left the bar walking you back to the house. The whole time your skin was burning hot from his display of anger, there was no way he didn’t feel the heat radiating off of your skin. Theres just something about him being so protective over you that has your stomach doing flips. Finally making it inside you flop face down onto the bed as Mike paces back and forth beside you. “Baby I’m sorry I left, I really had to use the bathroom. I wish people could just keep their hands to themselves.” He let out a frustrated groan and you just hummed in response, the cogs were turning in your head. When you finally reached your conclusion you sat up, your legs hanging off the bed. Mike stopped and looked at you to gauge your expression, he couldn’t place it.

“Come here.” You said, voice dripping in arousal at his earlier display. He approached you with no hesitation. You placed your hand on his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. “Did you bring your knife with you?” You asked looking into his eyes. For you and Mike, knifeplay is nothing new, you’ve done it plenty times before but it was obvious by his confused expression that he had no clue what you were getting at yet.

“Yeah, why?” He asked genuinely. You absentmindedly squeezed your thighs together at the thought of the blade on your skin. Your eyes darkened as you looked up at him, his appearance only added to your heated thoughts. His slightly toned arms out on display for you his green and black hair framing his handsome face.

“I want you to put your name on me.” You said with a devilish smirk playing across your lips. Mikes eyes widened in awe at your words, his own arousal fogging his brain. Your heated words flipped a switch in his brain. When he spoke next you could tell you both were on the same page, he couldn’t help but let his possessiveness take over.

“Have I ever told you that I love every idea you’ve ever had and that I worship the very ground you walk upon?” He said before he leaned back in for a more heated kiss. You gripped the front of his tank top and dragged him down onto the bed with you wrapping your legs around his waist. One of his hands pressed firmly into the mattress next to your shoulder while the other glided over your mostly exposed body and up to your neck applying pressure ever so slightly making you moan into the kiss. Mike smirked before letting his tongue explore your mouth. He pressed his hips into yours letting you feel his quickly hardening length through the thin fabric of his trunks leading you to let out a gasp of excitement. He pulled away from you to take off his tank top, you also took this time to toss away your cover up. When you looked up at him he could tell just how much you wanted this which only added to his own arousal and need for you. He reached over to the bedside drawer pulling his pocket knife out without breaking physical contact with you. You whined as he slowly opened his knife up without taking a glance at you. He watched the blade as he slid the knife flat against your skin from sternum to navel making you shiver from the cold touch of the steel. He smirked as you writhed underneath him, body begging for more.

“Mikey please. . .” You whined breathlessly as you watched his hand slowly drag the knife around teasing you. “Cut me. Put your name on me.” You moaned out pathetically. You needed it, you needed to watch his prideful expression as he sliced every letter into you. A dark chuckle passed his lips as he finally looked back into your eyes. He didn’t miss the fact that your hips rolled into him and your thighs weakly tightened around his waist.

“I will sweetheart, be patient with me. I need to see if i can fit my last name too.” A devilish smirk spread across his lips at his final sentence and all it did was leave you wanting for more. He took his index finger and glided it across the skin just below your bikini top leading goose bumps to form in their wake. “I think here would be perfect for my name, don’t you think?” He looked back up into your eyes. You bit your lip and nodded along, you were growing impatient now. His grin never faltered even as he moved his knife into position on your delicate skin. “And so it begins my angel.” He said before he applied pressure to the knife. The initial slice is truly the only one that hurts, at least in your experience. You wince in pain as he continues the first long slice, it’s never deep enough to gush blood but its enough for pretty little dots to pop up along the fresh red line. 3 more slow slices later and a very clear ‘M’ was marked on you. You hips rolled into his again, your need for him wasn’t slowing down any time soon and it only grew as he leaned down licking up the dots of blood littering your fresh wound. “3 more letters pretty girl.” He said against your skin as he left kisses along the cuts.

“Please, i need you mikey.” You begged as he readied to finish his name. His free hand moved over your hips and cupped your heat pressing his index and middle fingers between your folds through your thin bikini bottoms. Your hips rolled into his fingers, aching for any source of relief. He smiled and quickly sliced the knife forming an ‘I’ on your skin following it up with a glide from his hot tongue. He didn’t remove his hand from you, only applying pressure every now and then rubbing you slowly through your bottoms. As he began with the ‘K’ you couldn’t hold back the pure ecstasy you were feeling from the beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. As he finished the ‘K’ and ‘E’ he removed his hand from you and began untying your bikini top. He put the knife down on the night stand and untied the back of your bikini top fully releasing your breasts. He licked the blood from the final two letters and left a trail of kisses up to your lips where he pulled your chin down with a free hand as to let his blood covered tongue explore your waiting mouth. When he pulled away from the kiss the hand on your chin moved down to your throat giving it a teasing squeeze which led to you rolling your hips in pleasure. His other hand slid harshly over his name in your skin making your back arch with the painful pleasure.

“My little masochist, you look so beautiful like this.” He praised, voice low showcasing his lust for you. He removed his hands from you and pulled away from you making you whine. He placed his hands on your knees and slid them up your thighs until he reached the top of your bikini bottoms sliding them down your legs. He tossed them to the side and brought his hands back to you, one placed at your hip and the other sliding down to your dripping core. You mewled in response to his movements rolling your hips against his slender fingers. All he could do was smile knowing he was the man who could do this to you, he’s the one you wanted, he’s the one with his name carved into your skin. Finally he plunged his fingers into you, his ministrations were slow but he made sure he was hitting your sweet spot each time. The hand on your hip moved slowly up your stomach to where his name was and this time delicately slid his fingers across each letter, he felt your walls tighten as you moaned out his name. “I can’t wait to feel that on my cock angel.” He spoke with a groan. Your hands that laid above your head the whole time reached out to him as you grew closer to your orgasm. Your nails dug into his biceps slowly as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. Mike wore a proud smile on his face as you left your marks on him. He quickly removed his fingers from you and brought them to his lips, taking a small lick before he fully inserted them into his mouth to lick off all of your sweet wetness. You whined in protest to the emptiness but he quickly shushed you when he grabbed one of your hands bringing it down his chest to the waistband of his trunks. “Don’t you want me to fill you up princess?” He asked in a sweet tone. No words could form on your tongue, all you could do was whine out in agreement nodding your head. “On all fours angel.” He said softly, you obeyed him swiftly getting yourself into position. From behind you could hear the fabric of his trunks as he pulled them down letting his cock free. Your mouth watered as you brought your chest down to lay against the soft sheets of the bed. He chuckled when you wiggled your ass impatiently. You mewled out when you felt his tip slide up and down your wet slit. “You’re all mine isn’t that right sweet pea?” He asked as one of his hands gripped your ass firmly. You moaned out biting your lip. “Words angel, use them.” He said firmly as he pulled his cock away from you continuing to stroke himself slowly. Your eyes began to water as you need for him started to become too much.

“I’m all yours Mikey, I’m yours forever!” You moaned out spreading your legs more. Slowly your arousal was dripping onto the pristine sheets below you and all he could do was stare in amazement. He bit his lip as he lined himself up with your soaking cunt. “Fuuuuck~” you moaned as he stretched you out on his cock. Your knuckles turning white from your harsh grip on the sheets.

“So tight for me baby, god you feel so good wrapped around me.” He groaned out finally bottoming out in your plush walls. He bucked his hips into you all but twice before one of his hands reached forward gripping your hair. “I wanna hear what belongs to me, lemme hear you scream.” He said darkly as he began pounding into you, you couldn’t help but give him what he wanted. His name on your chest gliding against the sheets not letting you forget how fresh the cuts were, if you were to get up you’re sure you’d see faint blood smearing the white sheets.

“Fuck Mike! Harder!” You moaned out, and who was he to deny his little angel what she wants. He picked up his pace slamming deeper into you, the sounds of your skin slapping like music to his ears. You knew you wouldn’t last long with this pace, he was in the same boat. “Im close Mikey, please don’t stop.” You moaned out. All Mike could do was let out a pleasured groan. In a swift motion he leaned down wrapping an arm around your chest and pulled your back to his, his other hand still gripping your hair pulled your head to the side giving him access to your unmarked neck. He made quick work of leaving fresh marks along your neck while the hand on your chest slid down you roughly drag across his name in your skin. You cried out at the sensation beginning to see stars. Your pussy clenched around his cock leading him to bite down into your neck, it was sure to leave a big mark.

“You’re all mine, mine alone!” He spoke against your shoulder. His hand slid down from his name to where his tip would poke out at your lower abdomen. He pressed his hand firmly feeling his cock pounding through you. “You see how deep I’m gonna come in you baby? You ready?” You nodded frantically as one of your hands moved over top of his on your stomach your other gripped his hair behind you. You were right on the edge of your orgasm as he picked up his pace. Mike continued marking up your neck pressing into the skin of your stomach in random intervals.

“Gonna come Mikey.” You mewled, only a few seconds later did your walls spasm around him, your hand gripping onto his wrist as he rode you through it. He was very soon to follow. Three harsh thrusts later and he slowed as his seed spilled into you. You bit your lip at the euphoric sensation.

“My pretty angel, now everyone will know who you belong to huh?” He spoke lowly into your neck. Your legs shook before you collapsed onto the bed when he pulled out of you. He took a moment to watch his come leak from your used hole, his chest full of pride from the sight. “Let me get you cleaned up baby.” He said as he walked away towards the bathroom, his trunks fixed back to normal. You didn’t hear him, you were too focused on bringing your own heart beat back down taking deep breaths. You jumped at the feeling of the warm cloth against your thighs, he did quick work cleaning you up. He flipped you over taking another look at his name smiling before he placed a few more kisses on it. “I love you baby.” He said bringing his face to yours to leave kisses all over your cheeks.

“I love you too sweets.” You said before gettin in position to sleep, him soon following suit.

its done finally, im very proud of it actually! i havent seen anything like this on this app before so im excited to see what others think, maybe not everyone is into knifeplay like me but damn is this delicious 🤤 maybe ill put others onto mike makowski after this, i cant think of what to name it so i just titled it mike makowski x reader, someday ill get good at titles, after this theres more kenny x reader coming 😈

[minty-mumbles]

Hysterical strength with a situation involving Time + Wild?

Hysterical strength with Wild, ft Time and Twilight. I added a magical twist to this because I had a strong vision of this scenario involving a cave-in, but no one, hysterical strength or not, can hold up a cave roof. I'm playing fast and loose with these prompts.

Also, I dislike the way this turned out but I had to post it eventually, so here we go

~~~

The Shadow had laid a trap for the heroes, and like fools, they’d walked right into it. An abandoned mine filled with monsters with rumors of treasure at the bottom of one of the mine shafts had been the perfect bait, and a few well-placed bombs were to be their downfall. 

Thankfully, the shadow had been overzealous. The heroes were still in sight of the entrance when the first bomb went off. The sudden shaking caused some of the group to stumble, but thankfully no one fell. The loud explosion and the way some of the old rotting support boards crumbled around them were enough of a signal for them to bail. They were still close enough that they’d been able to get out.

Well. Most of them got out.

The first ones out of the cave were Four and Legend. The two of them had the sense to activate their pegasus boots and grab Sky- notoriously the slowest among them- dragging him along between them. Warriors and Hyrule followed right behind them, easily clearing the cave exit. 

Wind was in front of Time, shouting some rather creative swears as he held his shield above his head. Time could see the size of the pebbles rattling off the shield increase as a second bomb went off, much closer this time. 

Time caught a glimpse of sun-bleached blonde hair right before the ceiling went down. Time was not a very religious man, but he offered up a brief prayer that Wind had managed to get to the cave exit. 

When the boulders started to tumble around them, Time realized that neither he nor Twilight- who was running beside him- were going to make it out. With no time for hesitation, he swiftly pivoted and threw himself at the rancher. 

The younger man yelped in shock and fell under the surprise weight of Time and his heavy plate armor. The two of them fell to the floor, Time’s hand cradling the back of Twilight’s skull to protect his head from smacking against the stone floor. Time’s last thought before the ceiling rained down on them with a roar was a desperate hope that his body and armor would offer some protection to the man beneath him.

But the crushing force he’d been bracing for never came. A few little rocks rained down on them, but they quickly stopped. Time remained tense, wondering if the gods had smiled upon them for once and they’d managed to avoid the worst of it. 

All that remained was a deafening silence and an all-consuming orange glow. The dust around them was beginning to settle. Twilight below him was wheezing slightly and Time realized he should get off the man. 

His body protested as he cautiously sat up. Small pieces of rubble fell off of him as he shifted. The sound of the rubble falling to the floor was the only sound in the eerily quiet space. 

The orange glow that surrounded them allowed Time to look around and take in his surroundings. Twilight was also gaining his bearings and sitting up. Time shifted away as much as he could in the small space to give him room. Other than being disoriented and a little bit dazed, the rancher seemed fine. 

That established, Time took a moment to look around, taking in what had saved them from certain death. A strange faceted orange sphere surrounded them. Time looked on warily as he saw that the stones above them pressed heavily against the barrier. 

Time turned around, looking for the source of the magic. Perhaps Hyrule or Legend had cast a spell to protect them when it had become obvious they wouldn’t make it out? Maybe Twilight had some item hidden in his pouch that had saved them? 

Instead, in the center of the glow, Time saw something he’d never expected to see.

Wild.

Wild was one of the fastest runners in the group, and Time had thought the boy had been one of the first ones out of the cave. But no, Time realized. In this case, Wild’s habit of wandering ahead had been a detriment to him. He’d been far ahead of the group when the bomb had gone off, and had been the furthest one from the entrance.

The Champion crouched in the center of the cleared area. One of his strongest shields was held over his head as he tried to make himself as small as possible to fit under it. Obviously, he’d been bracing for the impact of the rocks just as Time had been. 

His shield arm was surrounded in the same orange glow that encased all three heroes. There was no doubt he was the source of the barrier.

Blue flames flickered in the air around the Champion, floating eerily and silently. There was a distant flicker of worry in the back of Time’s mind that- if this fire wasn’t purely magical- it could quickly burn through the limited oxygen they had. He pushed those thoughts away for now, turning to more pressing matters.

Specifically, Twilight. The rancher groaned from behind him, and Time spared a moment to turn and help him sit up. With Wild crouched down, the orange dome didn’t offer much space. Neither of them would be able to stand fully, but sitting was better than laying prone.

Twilight gasped when he saw Wild. “What in Ordonia’s name?” He muttered.

Time raised a pointed brow at the rancher, who simply gestured at Wild. “Just, how is he doing that?” 

“Magic.”

“Yeah, but Wild doesn’t have magic!” In response, Time gestured to Wild, indicating that Twilight should explain the picture in front of them if he was so insistent that Wild had magic. He wondered why Twilight was so caught up on this fact.

It was true, Time had never seen Wild use any magic that didn’t come from an outside source before, but that didn’t mean that Wild simply didn’t have any. Perhaps he just didn’t like using his magic in combat. 

“No, I know that spell.” Twilight insisted. ”He’d told me about it before. It’s not his magic. It was-” Twilight hesitated for a moment, but seemed to decide that the situation was dire enough for him to tell Time without Wild’s permission. “This magic he’s using is called Daruk’s Protection. It was given to him by the spirit of the Goron Champion when Wild freed his soul.”

Time knew about the champions. Well, mostly he knew about Mipha. Wild had shown Time a picture of the Zora before, and explained how they used to be fiances. Wild had admitted, after a little prodding, that he’d told Time because he was the only hero in the group that was married, the one most likely to understand. 

But Wild had never said much about the other champions. Too sore of a wound to reopen for no reason, Time suspected. It made sense that Twilight knew though. Wild was often more open with the rancher.

But that still didn’t explain why Twilight thought any of this was important enough to mention. Twilight must have realized that, as he continued.

“After the Calamity was defeated, the spirits of the champions moved on, and took their magic with them. Wild can’t perform those spells anymore. This-“ Twilight gestures to the orange barrier, “Shouldn’t be possible.” 

As he spoke, Twilight moved over to next to where Wild was crouched. He hovered uncertainty, not knowing if it would be wise to touch the champion. 

Time considered that. It was interesting, but they had more important things to worry about than Wild rediscovering some lost magic. 

He followed Twilight, shuffling along awkwardly. The cramped space made it hard to move, especially with his armor, but he was grateful he had enough room to move at all. The oppressive presence of tons of rock above their head only made the situation worse. Time had never considered himself to be claustrophobic, but the situation was uncomfortable nonetheless. 

Wild, who’d strangely remained silent through the pair's conversation, didn’t even look up as they shifted closer. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and every muscle in his body was tense. Now that he was closer, Time realized that Wild’s breathing was heavy and labored. 

“Wild?” Twilight took a chance, laying a hand on the Champion’s shoulder, but he received no reaction in response to the touch. Wild’s figure remained stiff where he was huddled under his shield. 

“Wild? It’s okay, your shield worked.” When Wild still didn’t even twitch, Twilight shot a concerned glance at Time. “A memory?” He suggested.

Time shook his head. “From what I understand, when he’s recalling a memory, he’s unresponsive and can't do anything. He’s certainly doing something now.”

There was a period of silence after that. Both of them knew that there was nothing more they could do but wait for the other heroes to hopefully dig them out. A deep sense of dread permeated the air. The sound of Wild’s breathing, which was growing more strained, was the only sound in the small space.

Neither one of them mentioned the glowing cracks that had spread along the barrier while they had been speaking. Neither of them needed to.

[linnorabeifong]

"I'll Be Waiting"

Summary: “Her eyes are a soft color. A delicate green like the expensive jade bracelets all the heiresses of the Earth Kingdom wear. He loved the sound those bracelets made as they rattled against each other and jingled softly. He decided then that he liked her too.”

Notes: What do y'all think ? I kind of wanted to write some cute teenage LinZolt and write about dancing because of my own background. Also how would you feel, about smutty chapters later ? What direction should I take this happy ending or sad ending ? Also I want to flesh out Ember Island, and establish it as having it's own unique culture and dialect. How do we feel about some French-speaking LinZolt ? (translations will be provided of course).

Critiques: Do y'all have constructive criticism ? I'm still developing my sense of style and I have no writing experience and have never taken a creative writing course in my life so I need all the help I can get.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51405040

Chapter 1:

Kenzo or as his friends liked to call him “Zolt '' was new to Little Caldera. Frankly, he never imagined himself living in such a nice area. Solidly middle class, with the best schools and entertainment to be found in Republic City. Unlike the other boroughs every shop, residence and school there had electricity. Located just on the cusp of old cranefish town, and just outside of downtown, it was a short walk from Yue Bay. The harbor brought in all sorts of business. Little Caldera had a special character to it, its own unique appeal. Spotless and crime free but with great nightlife. High end restaurants and cheap seafood were both in abundance. Contradictory. Perfect. Well, nearly perfect but Caldera’s flaws didn’t touch the likes of Zolt.

Through some stroke of luck his mother managed to find a job as a dance instructor. The position came with lodging right above the studio. It was a small space but more luxurious than either of them had known previously. Two closet-sized bedrooms, a kitchen that was more of a hallway and an entry way that just barely managed to fit a genkan, coat closet and an armchair. 

The apartment while small was by no stretch of the imagination shabby. It was well maintained despite its age. The walls were freshly painted and papered. The entryway in a rich cream, the kitchen was a sunny yellow, the bedrooms sported white and crimson wallpaper with a sun motif. They had real hardwood floors. The kitchen appliances were brand new, and for the first time in his life Zolt experienced the pleasure and convenience of an ice box. 

They even had their own private bathroom, which was surprisingly large compared to the other rooms. The toilet portion was walled off from the bathing area and the sink stood in between the two. The bath was wonderfully deep, made to be soaked in. To his surprise, the first night he spent in the apartment and drew himself a bath the water heater actually worked. He had discovered this when he reflexively heated up the water with his bending and nearly boiled himself like a dumpling.  At his previous home the promise to repair the heater was never actually met. Over the years he had taught himself to warm the water, a skill he no longer needed here.

Every day he discovered a new luxury. The apartment even had underfloor heating, his need for slippers was gone. Despite the lessons going on at all hours of the day and night below them and their close proximity to their neighbors it was surprisingly quiet. The thick walls muffled the sound.

The views were perfect. The windows were large and spilled in bright wonderful light, only obstructed by the glorious shade of the Sakura trees planted all over his neighborhood. From the kitchen he could take in the view of the perfectly manicured street in front of the studio. His bedroom had an especially nice view. Behind the studio there was the nicest apartment building he had ever seen. It was built in a u-shape around a huge courtyard, complete with a fountain, pool, turtleduck pond, rose garden and a playground. It stood five stories tall and was built in a traditional style. The countless balconies were all decorated with paper lanterns and fire lilies. The fire escapes would actually be handy in case of emergency, unlike the rusted ones he knew. He had never seen the Imperial Palace of the fire lord, but he imagined it to look just like this, elegant and overflowing with flowers. It was his newfound vision of paradise.

The end of summer was fast approaching, but he still needed something to fill the last of the golden weeks with. He ends up brushing up on his dancing skills, not that he needed to, he was a natural. His mother had made sure of that. Before he could walk, he could dance. Since toddlerhood he had studied every type there was, from the Fire Nation to the Water Tribes. He was well versed in traditional and contemporary forms. His technique was precise, he was fluid, a master of the countless skills each genre demanded. The head of the studio quickly figures this out and offers him a deal. He signs on as a student teacher, requiring him to be at the studio at least twice a week. In exchange he receives free lessons, and they’ll cover his private school tuition. His mother is overjoyed at the thought of sending him to “Avatar Roku High School” -the best in the city. She squeals in delight when he takes the offer. His summer was very quickly filled with rehearsals, costume fittings, lessons and performances.

He’d taught groups before but this is his first time teaching a private lesson. For the life of him he couldn’t remember her name. What did Asuka say it was ? It had an “r” in it somewhere. The girl is staring at her form in the mirror, warming up. He assesses her. She is a sleek little thing, like a cat strutting through an alleyway at night. Her skirt is red and has a slit making it easier to see her motion. Her tiny top matches it and reveals her abdomen. Judging by her curvy build and outfit she must be from Ember Island like him.  She’s practicing her fa’arapu. Tui and La, she has the speed down. She’s nearly perfect. He can easily fix this. 

He approaches her and introduces himself, he encourages her to continue warming up. After a while he comes up behind her. She stops, he places one hand on her stomach and the other on one of  her delicate shoulders. “You’ve got the motion, muscle control and the flexibility. You're just stiff and your posture is bad. You're tucking in your spine like this” he says demonstrating. “ and you’re hunching your shoulders, like you’re trying to make yourself smaller” he explains as he gently adjusts her position. There, now she’s perfect.  “Don’t do that, you’re a pretty girl. Have some confidence” he continued. He didn’t mean to say that last part out loud.  

He looks up into the mirror, taking in her face for the first time. She really is a pretty girl. Her cheeks are flushed pink, she is biting her lip. It is a cute nervous habit, it makes her lips even redder. 

He catches her gaze in the mirror.  Her eyes are a soft color. A delicate green like the expensive jade bracelets all the heiresses of the Earth Kingdom wear.  He loved the sound those bracelets made as they rattled against each other and jingled softly. He decided then that he liked her too.

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5 Fancy Dog Beds

Quite a long time ago dogs used to simply loosen up on the beds of their owners yet presently you can discover a few pretty fancy pet beds that are made only for them. Creature beds are an incredible speculation to make since they give your valuable little visit site here guy their own place to unwind and sleep. Many dogs view them as comfortable and fairly defensive - particularly for smaller varieties.

• Standard Pet Beds. Standard beds essentially seem to be a pad. You can get them in various sizes, tones and examples. These beds have no sides, edges or edges and they're typically either square shape, round, oval or square in shape. The materials utilized in standard pet beds are normally microfiber, wool or wool.

• Doughnut pet Beds. These sorts of pet mats are ordinarily extremely extravagant and made of soft textures. Small dogs truly appreciate twisting up in this bed with a cushy base pad and raised edges. The raised edge goes as far as possible around the bed making it seem to be a doughnut. This kind of bed may not be awesome for more established pets on account of the trouble they might have getting in and out of something so extravagant.

• Muscular Pet Beds. Like people, dogs can likewise have muscular problems, for example, joint inflammation, which is why you can now find muscular dog mats. These fancy bedding are made with additional help that will assist put with less pushing on your dog's joints. This kind of dog bedding is perfect for the seniors too. These beds have no raised edges or sides making them extremely easy to jump on and off.

• Dog Beds with Casings. One of the fancier pet beds you will at any point see are those that have casings and seem to be a real bed. These are normally raised off of the floor and may try and contain a real sleeping pad! They essentially seem to be dog sofas. A few creatures could do without to lie right on the floor since it's cold or grimy yet having a raised dog bed permits them to remain a piece warm and have their own special space up off the floor.

• Warmed pet Beds. Did you realize they have warmed pet beds? This is definitely one of the fancy pet beds since it assists your dog with remaining warm. Perfect for more seasoned dogs or dogs are extremely flimsy. Likewise, your pet might make some simpler memories during the colder months in the event that they have a warmed bed to twist up in.

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Handmade Carpets Online: The Art of Tradition Translated to Modern Convenience.

You can now shop easily for handmade carpets online, all in a digital world that makes this easier and more accessible than ever. Handmade carpets are famous for designs that require great skill, aesthetic durability, and cultural value. With online shopping so in vogue these days, the old masterpieces are now accessible to these to the comfort of any individual's home from all over the world, with just the right amount of choice to satisfy anybody's desires. The quality craftsmanship along with an ease in buying is now balanced through convenience in purchasing them online.

The Allure of Handmade Carpets

Handmade carpets go far beyond being just some form of floor cover; they are actually more so often created as a family tradition among artisans in the sense that they make use of techniques passed on from generations. And in the same way, however intricate or simplistic the knot or stitch that is interwoven into this handmade carpet by the artisans themselves, the final product ends up producing a unique art piece. And of course, these handmade carpet productions are laborious endeavors; it would take months, or even years for its completion, depending upon the size and intricacy of the design.

Lastly, add quality and appeal because these hand-made ones are of higher quality and appeal than the machine-made carpet. The most widely used fibers include wool, silk, and cotton, that will offer you durability, softness, and luxury. The natural dyes-from plants, minerals, and insects-give those carpets rich, vibrant colors that stay well even after years. Handmade carpets cannot be like machine-made carpets as, in the case of a machine-made carpet, a fixed design and manufacturing process is always followed. Some slight variations may occur in handmade carpets, but that is what makes them look beautiful and highly authentic.

The Growing Need for Handmade Carpets Available on the Internet

The digital platforms have revived the popularity of handmade carpets. Earlier, it was only possible to purchase handmade carpets in small, local markets or exclusive showrooms. Because of the rise in online portals, consumers are now able to sit in their computers and view collections from rug-producing countries like Persia, India, Turkey, and Morocco. This has thus created great opportunities for handmade carpets and made it more accessible to the whole world.

The Benefits of Buying Hand-made Carpets Online

There are many advantages of buying hand-made carpets online which make the experience go delightfully well:

Global Access: Probably the biggest advantage of buying hand-made carpets through online stores is the diversity of choices available. Through online stores, buyers have access to a huge range of carpets all over the world and handiwork from various places with their distinct designs, weavings, and cultural influences on it. Whether it is an intricately floral Persian carpet, a colorful carpet of Turkey, or a minimalist rug from Morocco, online stores bring these treasures right to you.

Convenience and Convenience: On this front, nothing comes close to internet shopping. It allows you to browse thousands of pages, view prices, read people's reviews, and even expand photos of the carpet weave and pattern-all from your comfort zone at home. Online sites will frequently have zoom tools to view images of the carpet in your space so you don't end up with the wrong size or design for a room.

Customization option: Many online rug retailers give the option of customization where one can make the rug according to their precise specifications. You could wish for a specific size, color combination, or pattern; through customization, you are guaranteed to get a carpet that fits your aesthetic and functional needs perfectly.

The sites, whether well established or reckoned, give a very detailed description of every carpet: it is woven where and with what materials and techniques. Some sites offer a certificate for assurance that indeed the product is handmade for the peace of mind of the customer while buying. Most websites even add videos or peeks behind the scenes into the workshop of the artisan to get the customer closer to the product.

Direct Support to Artisans: Online selling sites that sell handmade carpets focus more on ethics and fair trade. Online marketplace shopping for a handmade carpet directly supports artisans in terms of fairness. It helps expand the supply chain in full transparency for the great good of artisans apart from keeping cultural rug-making traditions which might otherwise go extinct.

Buying Handmade Carpets Online Factors to Consider

Good aspects of buying such carpets online, however: such a transaction calls for much attention to ensure that the right decision is made. Some guidelines that could assist in making an informed decision are as follows:

Authenticity: Not all the handmade carpets sold online are, in fact so. A smart decision would be to buy from a seller who can give valid certification or documentation regarding the origin and craftsmanship of the carpet.

Size and Space: Consider measuring the space where this handmade carpet is going to be placed before buying one. Most online selling websites provide a size guide or tools that may help get an idea of how the rug would look in the given space to avoid mistakes in sizing.

Return Policy: Since handmade carpets are an investment worth for your hard-earned money, get to know the return policy of them so that you can finalize the purchase at the right place. Ensure that the retailer allows return or exchange if the carpet is not what you expected to get.

Customer reviews and ratings: Through the multiple customer reviews and ratings, you will come across information about the experiences of other people who have purchased something for the first time. You can find information on how good the carpet is and even get to know if the seller is reliable enough and the shopping experience awaiting you.

Why Handmade Carpets Remain the Timeless Choice

Some argue that handmade carpets are used as interior designers use them widely.Handmade carpets online  Mass-produced machine-made carpets cannot have a individuality as handmade carpets carry some soul, history, and craftsmanship which cannot be always replicated. They are durable and often last for decades or even centuries if proper care is taken. These intricacies in designs and rich colors also set them as a very lucrative lavish fixture in any room.

Handmade carpets also carry an investment value on themselves. In due course, the value will go up; this is very much the case if the carpet is kept in good condition and was produced from known rug-manufacturing areas. A hand-knotted carpet is a lifetime choice for anybody interested in adding elegance, tradition, and warmth to his/her home.

Conclusion

The internet marketplace for hand-knotted carpets has transformed the way consumers acquire these beautiful art pieces. From buying from home to thousands of choices, it is so much easier to spot that absolutely handmade carpet that satisfies all your needs. Do you fancy a piece that's more traditional - and evokes history - or perhaps something more contemporary in pattern, to fit the modern look? Handmade carpets worldwide just a click away. However, use proper research and the right selection when buying a handmade carpet online as it would make buying the carpet itself an experience that brings something unique and good-looking into your house.

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Top Tips for Choosing the Best Tiles and Marbles Shops for Your Home Renovation

When it comes to transforming a home or commercial space, few materials can rival the elegance and functionality of tiles and marbles. Tiles are versatile, durable, and available in a myriad of designs, textures, and finishes, making them an ideal choice for flooring, walls, and other surfaces. Marbles, on the other hand, exude luxury and sophistication with their natural patterns and timeless appeal. Both materials have become indispensable in interior and exterior design, and choosing the right supplier or shop is key to getting the best quality for your project.

In this article, we will take an in-depth look at tiles and marbles, their benefits, the different types available, and the factors to consider when selecting a shop. Whether you are renovating your home or setting up a new commercial establishment, this guide will help you navigate the world of tiles and marbles.Explore the top 10 tiles showrooms in Chennai offering premium collections of tiles for flooring and walls. Find high-quality designs at competitive prices.

Why Choose Tiles?

Tiles are a popular choice due to their variety, ease of installation, and maintenance. Here are a few reasons why they are a preferred option:

1. Durability

Tiles are highly durable and can withstand heavy foot traffic, making them suitable for both residential and commercial spaces. Properly installed and maintained tiles can last for decades.

2. Low Maintenance

One of the biggest advantages of tiles is that they are easy to clean. They resist stains, moisture, and spills, which makes them a great option for kitchens, bathrooms, and high-traffic areas.

3. Versatility

Tiles come in a wide range of sizes, patterns, colors, and textures. This versatility allows homeowners and designers to create customized looks to suit any interior style, from minimalist and modern to classic and traditional.

4. Cost-Effective

Compared to other flooring materials like hardwood or natural stone, tiles are often more affordable. There are options available for every budget, making it easy to find high-quality tiles without breaking the bank.

5. Eco-Friendly

Many tiles are made from natural, sustainable materials such as clay or recycled glass. These options are eco-friendly and contribute to a healthier environment.

Types of Tiles

There are different types of tiles to suit varying design needs and functional purposes. Here are the most common ones:

Ceramic Tiles: Made from clay and other natural materials, ceramic tiles are the most common and affordable type. They are perfect for floors and walls in kitchens and bathrooms.

Porcelain Tiles: Denser and more durable than ceramic, porcelain tiles are ideal for high-traffic areas. They can mimic the look of natural stone, wood, or other materials.

Glass Tiles: These tiles add a unique, reflective quality to walls and backsplashes. They are stain-resistant and easy to clean but may not be suitable for flooring.

Mosaic Tiles: Often made from ceramic, glass, or stone, mosaic tiles are small and used to create intricate designs. They are popular for decorative accents and feature walls.

Vitrified Tiles: These tiles are made by vitrification, a process that fuses materials at high temperatures. Vitrified tiles are known for their hardness, water resistance, and glossy finish, making them ideal for commercial spaces.

Why Choose Marbles?

Marble is a natural stone that has been revered for centuries for its beauty and strength. Although it is more expensive than tiles, marble remains a popular choice for those seeking a luxurious look.

1. Aesthetic Appeal

The natural veining and patterns found in marble make each piece unique. Its rich, timeless appearance adds an element of grandeur to any space.

2. Durability

Marble is incredibly strong and can last for a lifetime with proper care. It is suitable for flooring, countertops, and decorative applications.

3. Increases Property Value

Using marble in home interiors, particularly in prominent areas such as living rooms, kitchens, and bathrooms, can significantly increase the value of a property.

4. Heat Resistance

Marble stays cool, making it perfect for hot climates. It is also resistant to heat, making it a preferred material for kitchen countertops.

Types of Marbles

Marble is classified into different types based on color, pattern, and origin. Here are some of the most popular varieties:

Carrara Marble: Originating from Italy, Carrara marble is one of the most well-known types, characterized by its white or blue-grey color with soft veins. It is widely used in sculptures, flooring, and countertops.

Calacatta Marble: Known for its dramatic veining and bolder patterns, Calacatta marble is a more luxurious and expensive variety, often used in high-end residential and commercial spaces.

Statuario Marble: Similar to Calacatta, Statuario marble is prized for its distinctive veins and high gloss. It is often used in creating premium interiors.

Emperador Marble: This type features deep browns and rich veining, making it an elegant choice for darker, more dramatic spaces.

Crema Marfil Marble: A popular choice for flooring and wall applications, Crema Marfil has a warm, beige tone that complements both traditional and contemporary styles.

Factors to Consider When Choosing a Tiles and Marbles Shop

Finding the right shop is crucial to getting the quality and service you need. Here are some factors to keep in mind when choosing a tiles and marbles supplier:

1. Quality

Ensure that the shop offers high-quality tiles and marbles that are durable and resistant to wear and tear. Look for reputable brands and certifications that guarantee authenticity.

2. Variety

A good shop should offer a wide selection of materials, styles, and finishes. The more options available, the easier it will be to find the perfect match for your design vision.

3. Expertise

Choose a shop that has knowledgeable staff who can guide you in selecting the right products for your specific needs. They should be able to provide advice on installation, maintenance, and design ideas.

4. Pricing

Compare prices across different shops to ensure you’re getting a fair deal. Some shops may offer discounts for bulk purchases or special rates for contractors.

5. Customer Service

A reliable shop will provide excellent customer service, from helping you choose the right products to offering after-sales support, such as delivery and installation services.

Conclusion

Tiles and marbles are essential materials for creating beautiful, durable spaces, whether for homes or commercial buildings. With the right combination of aesthetics, durability, and functionality, these materials can transform any room into a work of art.

By choosing a reputable supplier, you can rest assured that you will get the best value for your money and the perfect materials to bring your design dreams to life.Find the best tiles showroom in Chennai for a wide range of high-quality tiles that perfectly suit your design needs and budget.