#anyway had a good time hanging out i really need to get out more often staying inside and scrolling is rotting my brain

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WHAT SAY YOU, SWEET PEA? – A PADDY MAYNE/M!OC ONESHOT

READ ON AO3

notes: i have been Obsessed with paddy mayne/sas rogue heroes lately and have honestly been frustrated with the lack of m!reader/gn!reader and oc content for him because ermmm queer representation guys! so i decided to make a change and wrote a oneshot of my sas rogue heroes oc and paddy. this oneshot is a bit all over the place but whatever. it starts with some flashback stuff and then cuts to 1943 a bit later. tommypaddy are my babies and i have some angst planned for them next teehee!

my brain was also too tired to edit this after writing for weeks so i apologize if this sucks because i just did some bare minimum editing 😭 i wasn’t planning on it to be perfect anyway. this is really just a thought dump in writing form.

also thanks to @vcmpbyt for some inspo! especially with the dialogue.

summary: not much of a summary since this starts out with a flashback portion but after that thomas is in italy with the sas and he and paddy face their feelings for each other with some awesome gay sex!!!

warnings: NSFW (oral m!receiving for both thomas and paddy, brief sex mentions, very light dirty talk???, paddy being a slut pretty much lmfao, kinda some knifeplay if you squint)

word count: 5k

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Thomas O'Riordan and Paddy Mayne were practically joined at the hip.

The two of them went way back, all the way back to their schoolboy years in Newtownards as children. Back then, people would've wondered if they were family due to how close they were. They were rarely seen without being in the company of the other — they always sat next to each other during class, and in their teen years, they'd skip together, spending their free time getting into various kinds of mischief, like hanging around on the balconies of buildings and throwing things at unfortunate strangers, only to burst into fits of hysterical laughter afterwards. And when they were little children, they'd engage in some rough play-fights outside, resulting in their parents later scolding the two boys for getting their clothes all muddy and covered with pieces of grass. They bonded over their mutual love for poetry, endlessly rambling about their favorite pieces and poets and bouncing ideas off of each other for their own creations. Sometimes, while incredibly drunk, they'd write their own nonsensical pieces of "poetry" together just for their amusement.

Despite the fact the two of them got along so well, Thomas and Paddy were two entirely different people. Paddy was foul-mouthed, reckless, and insubordinate, while Thomas was fairly small, quiet, and shy, always the one to get along with his teachers in school better than his peers. As a result, he was occasionally an easy victim of bullying. Paddy, being rather protective of him, didn't tolerate any of that. Anybody who'd say a single insulting thing to Thomas dealt with a vicious verbal lashing from Paddy and often a punch to the face.

To Thomas's mother, Paddy was trouble, and a bad influence. She didn't trust him, and didn't understand why they kept hanging out with each other. Why couldn't her son find a friend in somebody who was a bit more like him? Of course, Thomas never listened to her. He still believed that Paddy was a good friend to him. He was exactly what he needed.

For the most part, the pair were inseparable, until Thomas had no choice but to leave Newtownards at 17 and return to his former hometown of Bristol back in England as the result of a family emergency involving his father. He was heartbroken, as was Paddy, and they wouldn't see each other again until some years later, perhaps the result of fate.

Thomas came to the reluctant realization that he liked men when British Agent came out and Leslie Howard made him feel some kind of way. For his 19-year-old self, it was like an epiphany of sorts, but an epiphany he didn't exactly want to realize. From a young age, his sexuality had been suspected, and his father especially frowned upon it. He'd wanted to raise a man, and to him, homosexuality was the opposite of masculine behavior. It didn't help that Thomas's father had served in the British Army at some point in his youth, as well as his grandfather.

In fact, when Thomas was in university, he joined the military training corps program because of his grandfather to try and "fix" him. Soon, he found himself in the army, just like his father and grandfather had been. Ironically, it was at his own will, too. If it meant fighting fascism, then so be it.

And that was how he crossed paths with Paddy again.

Thomas didn't entirely recognize him, probably because he looked so much older and rougher despite the fact they were the same age. He was slightly taller, too, now 3 inches in height above him. The military uniform hadn't helped much, either.

But Paddy recognized him immediately. After their first training session as new members of the army, he quickly approached Thomas.

"Tommy-boy! Where the fuck have you been?"

Thomas would be able to recognize that thick Irish accent from anywhere.

He turned around, caught off-guard. "Paddy?"

The two hadn't seen each other in quite a few years. Paddy being in the army was honestly not what Thomas had been expecting at all. The hell was he doing here?

Thomas chuckled. "What are you here for?" he asked. "Didn't expect to see you in the bloody army."

Paddy simply just shrugged. "Could be askin' you the same thing, mate."

"My granddad wanted me in here."

"Poor lad. Now, where the hell have you been all these fuckin' years? Feels like a century."

"Bristol," Thomas replied. "Family emergency."

Paddy clicked his tongue, rolling his blue eyes and crossing his arms. "Tsk. 'Family emergency' my arse. You were gone fer, what, six years? Seven years? Must'a been quite the emergency…"

He shrugged. "Dad's family wanted me home."

"Was I not important enough fer you to stay?"

Even though the question was obviously lighthearted, Thomas still reacted like Paddy was being serious.

"C'mon, Paddy…"

He walked up to Thomas and smirked, ruffling his blonde hair. "Y'know I was just fuckin' with ya. No need to be so serious all the time, Tommy."

After that, it was just like the good old times. They got caught up on each other's lives, spent time together… it was almost as though they'd never been separated in the first place. It made Thomas realize how much he'd truly missed Paddy's company while he was back in England. When Thomas joined the Army, he'd learned that Paddy had made a new friend in a man named Eoin, and the three of them became a trio. Together, they'd found a new form of mischief — shooting at random things when they had the opportunity, and when Paddy got himself put in prison for his insubordinate and rather violent behavior, Thomas and Eoin would both manage to get him out somehow. When Captain David Stirling assembled a new regiment — the SAS — to combat the worsening threat of the Nazis more effectively, they both hopped on that opportunity together.

And perhaps, distance truly does make the heart grow fonder.

Especially Paddy's heart.

What made Thomas special was that he was the one who kept Paddy together, especially in the worst of times. After Eoin's tragic death as a result of a parachute accident, Thomas was one of many who quickly noticed that Paddy clearly wasn't handling the loss too well, and understandably so. Thomas had befriended Eoin in the short time they got to know each other, and although he never managed to get as close to him as Paddy did, the loss was still incredibly heartbreaking. Thomas, in honor of Eoin, was then promoted to the rank of Second Lieutenant.

While he was always fiery-tempered and seen as the "madman of the SAS," Eoin's death seemed to make it much worse. The only reason why Paddy hadn't broken any noses or knocked out some teeth was because Thomas would pull him away before he had the opportunity to do so. Even though it would usually result in Paddy snapping at Thomas, he was grateful for him deep down. He just… didn't know how to show it.

Metaphorically, Paddy was a wild dog on a leash, and Thomas had become his handler.

It came to the point that Thomas was now the only one who wasn't even slightly scared of Paddy. Honestly, that perplexed the both of them.

But Paddy was grateful for Thomas's kindness. Soon, he was treating him a little… differently.

On one occasion, Thomas was sitting near a fire by himself during the night drinking some rum in a flask and pondering. Since making the choice to enlist in the army, when he wasn't busy, he was thinking… and doing a lot of it. When you were In the Middle of Fucking Nowhere in some place in Africa, pondering everything there was to ponder was one way to keep yourself occupied.

"Drinkin' all by yerself, sweet pea?"

Paddy's voice, obviously. Thomas felt his cheeks burn red hot as he quickly turned around. The somewhat bewildered expression on the blonde's face made him chuckle.

"What? Just fuckin' with ya."

Lying Irish bastard. "Just fuckin' with ya" was his excuse for almost everything.

"Yeah, whatever…" Thomas muttered under his breath.

Paddy wasn't a social person by any means, but he was different around Thomas, seeking out his company when he could. Now that Eoin was gone, he'd follow Thomas around like a lost puppy sometimes. He was back to being his only friend.

Without even asking, Paddy sat down next to Thomas with a bottle of rum in his hand. Just the previous day, Thomas had pulled him out of a fight, and it had been the first time Paddy had snapped at him (but it wouldn't be the only time).

"Y'know, I rarely apologize, because I'm almost never sorry for a single thing."

Thomas slowly nodded, taking a swig of rum. "I'm well aware."

"But, I'm sorry for lashin' out like I did yesterday. Ye'r a good man, Tommy."

"It's fine. I get you're having a rough time."

Awkward silence.

"I always am, if we're bein' honest here.”

"Fair enough.”

It took a few moments for Thomas to realize that Paddy's hand had been on his shoulder. It wasn't until he got up to leave that he finally noticed.

"See you around, sweet pea."

What was it with Paddy and calling Thomas pet names all of a sudden?

"See… you around, Paddy."

Even though Paddy was Thomas's closest friend, he truly didn't understand him sometimes. Paddy was… definitely strange.

ITALY, 1943

After successfully robbing a now-abandoned bank, the SAS had money to spoil themselves rotten, and so they decided to use that money for some fresh clothes to blend in a little more with society, now that their uniforms were stained with blood. Besides, the uniforms were starting to get old, and the SAS weren't exactly known for following the rules.

Rather than go shopping for clothes, Thomas decided to just hang out by himself outside the church that was the group's newest camp. After dealing with the bullshit in Cairo to now the bullshit in Sicily, he needed some alone time, anyway. The panicked sounds of those poor drowning men had been haunting him lately.

Joining the army had put Thomas through the most trauma he'd ever experienced in his entire life, all at once.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Looking up, he saw Paddy walking in his direction, sporting a nice blue jacket and carrying two sets of neatly-folded clothes with him. When he reached Thomas, he tossed one set right at him. Stunned, he quickly caught them and had a look. They were quite nice — some shirts, a vest, and even a sweater that looked rather comfortable. He looked back up at Paddy, genuinely surprised.

"What…?"

Paddy, acting nonchalant about it, just walked over to sit next to him, firmly placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Just makin' sure to keep youse well-fed, fucked, and clothed."

Well, he was now Major Paddy Mayne, so his words held some truth to them.

Wait, what was that second word? Paddy had spoken so casually that Thomas hadn't picked up on what he'd actually said for a couple moments.

His eyes darted from the hand that was on his shoulder to Paddy's face. "What do you mean fucked?" he asked, genuinely confused.

He raised an eyebrow, not making eye contact with Thomas as he just sat there, people-watching the rest of the group with attentive eyes. "Nah, you must'a misheard me. The bombs must be killin' yer ears. I said tucked."

Thomas paused. That didn't help his confusion at all. If anything, it worsened it.

"… Tucked?" he repeated, narrowing his eyes. "That doesn't make any sense."

Paddy just nodded. "Aye," he answered. "You've known me since we were but wee lads, Tommy. You should know that I don't make any sense. I don't make sense to myself."

I know what I heard.

"Whatever you say, Paddy…"

Another period of awkward silence.

"Y'know, you really didn't have to get me these," Thomas then said, looking down at the clothes again. "You've never exactly struck me as a thoughtful person, either."

"I've decided to become more human."

"Are you serious?"

"There's men screamin' in my head every day. It's gettin' a wee bit old."

Thomas scoffed. "That's an understatement."

Paddy then gestured to the clothes in Thomas's lap. "I picked those because I thought you'd like them. Was I right?"

He nodded. "Yeah, they're quite nice, really. The sweater looks very comfortable."

Paddy scoffed. "Fuckin' hell, enough with the posh-speak. 'Quite nice, really?' 'Comfortable?' Fuck right off with that. I can't believe ye'r half an Irishman."

"And I can hardly understand what you're saying half the time."

Paddy let out a slightly threatening chuckle, shaking his head. "Ooh, you don't want to start with me, Tommy."

Thomas snorted. "Yeah, right."

Well, later, he would start with him. It led to a knife being held against his throat.

When the SAS were in Termoli, Thomas was standing outside in the cloister of the monastery that had become their new temporary base. It was pitch-black outside and mostly everybody was asleep (or at least they were trying to sleep), but he was restless and chose to have a smoke. How could anybody even sleep in times like these? Thomas was surprised he was even still alive. He sure didn't feel alive.

"I see ye'r still awake."

Thomas put out his cigarette and crushed it with his shoe when he heard Paddy's voice. He looked up to see him standing there, a hand in one of the pockets of his brown pants. He didn't look dressed for sleep himself, wearing a brown button-up vest with a long-sleeved shirt underneath with the sleeves rolled up.

He nodded. "Yes, I am," he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets. "Not the least bit tired."

Paddy stood somewhat of a distance away from Thomas, leaning against the wall. "Y'know, Tommy, I've noticed something about you that perplexes me a wee bit. I think it makes you an eejit."

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Okay? What is it?"

"Ye'r not scared of me. Why?"

He shrugged. "That's 'cause I've known you since we were boys. I should know by now that you'd never hurt me. It would be incredibly stupid of you."

Thomas looked away from Paddy for a few seconds, and when he looked back, he noticed that he now had a hunting knife in his hand. Paddy was staring right at him, totally nonchalant as he approached him, holding the knife so the blade was facing upwards. There was a different look in his eyes. Thomas couldn't tell what exactly it was, but it was… odd.

"Paddy, what the fuck are you—”

Before he could finish his question, Thomas was roughly pinned against the wall with the knife held firmly against his throat. The blade was cold, the sensation giving him chills.

He swallowed as he looked up at him, blinking. "… Okay."

Paddy's face was stone-cold serious. "What if I was goin' ta hurt you? I'm perfectly fuckin' capable of it," he spoke, his voice much quieter, lower. "You may be my friend, my closest friend, one of the only men who've ever liked me, but friends aren't permanent. You lose them as quickly as you may gain them. That is something I do know. Aye, I can get rid of them just as easily as they can get rid of me."

Thomas narrowed his blue eyes at the man. "Have you been drinking? You're talking utter bollocks right now."

"Nah, just speakin' the truth."

"I hope you realize I would never betray you, Paddy."

"Ohh, but what if you did? You may be one of the only friends I've had, but if you fucked me over, I'd have no issue draggin' this knife across yer wee throat."

"Paddy, you're fucking insane," Thomas muttered. He tried to move, but Paddy quickly put the hunting knife in his mouth so he could pin his hands above his head, restraining him as he kept a firm grip on his wrists with one hand. With his free hand, he held the knife against Thomas's throat again. He pressed himself even closer to him so that their groins were touching. He could vaguely sense the smaller man's heart rate was increasing, yet he wasn't exactly scared.

"Paddy, enough. If you're trying to scare me, it's not working. You're behaving like a lunatic."

"You never answered my question. What would you do if I was goin' ta hurt you? If I slit yer wee throat right now?"

"I'd kick you in the bollocks before you could try.”

"Well, you haven't done that yet."

"Because I know you're not stupid enough to attempt to kill me for no reason."

Shit, Thomas really did trust Paddy.

Paddy shook his head at him, clicking his tongue in a disappointment that was either mock or genuine. Thomas couldn't tell. "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy… ye'r puttin' too much faith in me. Yer friend is holdin' a knife very close to yer throat, and that doesn't scare you?"

Thomas shook his head. "No, it doesn't."

Paddy didn't know how to respond to that at all for a few seconds.

"Ye'r fuckin' mad."

Thomas scoffed. "Says you," he muttered, eyes briefly darting back to the knife. "Now, put that away. It's not a fucking toy."

Paddy pulled the knife away and dropped it onto the ground with an audible clink, his other hand still keeping a firm grip on Thomas's wrists. There was a faint smirk on his face.

"Yes, Tommy. It is a toy."

"Shut the fuck—”

Paddy let go of Thomas's wrists and quickly kissed him, his hands firmly gripping his shoulders.

Tommy had never kissed a man before, and now he was. His brain felt like it was decomposing and turning into mush. His head was swimming, his heart pounding.

Was this fucking real?

Once reality struck him, he felt a sudden rush of fear and pushed Paddy away, staring at him wide-eyed. What if someone saw them?

"Paddy?"

Now they were both staring at each other, stunned.

Thomas looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then looked back up at Paddy, mostly speechless and very much flustered.

"What… what was that?" he then asked, his voice slightly unsteady.

Paddy shrugged, not answering.

It was too much to process all at once for Thomas. He suddenly couldn't stop thinking about his family, specifically his dad and granddad. They'd both fucking kill him if they knew about this. He was taught that homosexual behavior was nothing but filthy sexual perversion, even just something as simple as a kiss. In his youth, Thomas had only ever kissed girls. The experiences were… not that great. They made him feel like kissing wasn't all that worth it. Was it supposed to make you feel good? It never made him feel good. Kissing girls made him feel… nothing. He got zero satisfaction from it and only felt empty in the end.

But this? This made him feel something.

"Have you… done that before?" Thomas then asked awkwardly. "You know, with…"

Paddy nodded, avoiding eye contact for once. "Aye."

In all the years Thomas had known him, the thought of Paddy as a queer never crossed his mind. Maybe it was his abrasive personality?

"You're…?"

Paddy shrugged. "I s'ppose."

And then, Thomas found himself going in for another kiss, being a little bolder and catching Paddy by surprise. Surprising even himself, he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past Paddy's lips and entering his mouth. He heard him inhale sharply at the sensation, returning the kiss with an equal amount of fervor.

If someone were to tell Thomas as a child that one day he'd be making out with his best friend, he wouldn't believe them. He'd probably even be horrified. Life was truly full of surprises.

The kiss grew more hungry and more intense as the seconds ticked by. They'd pull away for a couple moments to breathe, only to quickly dive right back in. Paddy was back to keeping Thomas pinned against the wall, grabbing around his neck with one hand — enough to apply just a little bit of pressure. Thomas wanted nothing more than to chase this new sensation and never let it go. He made a little needy noise without realizing it, and that really got to Paddy. His other hand had been cupping Thomas's cheek, and now it was on his waist.

"I think I know somethin' you'll like," Paddy then murmured against his lips. "Lemme show you."

"What…?"

Thomas watched as Paddy separated from him, before getting down onto his knees right in front of him.

"Paddy, what are you…?"

Paddy reached for Thomas's belt, unfastening it. He took his time with it, the anticipation killing Thomas. Once the belt was off, Paddy wasted no time popping the button and unzipping the fly, like this was important to him.

Not wanting to look for some reason, Thomas exhaled sharply and closed his eyes. "Paddy, what the fuck are you— Jesus fucking Christ."

His mouth on him, sucking away — Thomas felt like his soul was damn near being sucked out of his body. His eyes shot open in surprise to witness the sight of Paddy on his knees with his cock in his mouth. He looked up at him, his blue eyes full of mischief as he steadily bobbed his head.

This is not real. This is not real.

Thomas figured he probably looked like an idiot right now. Instead of enjoying himself, his eyes were nervously darting around in fear that the two of them would get caught. He was breathing heavily, feeling guilty about the fact he was very obviously hard right now, the blood rapidly flowing to his cock and thus making it swollen and sensitive.

Just close your eyes.

And he did, trying so hard to just stop overthinking and enjoy it, because it did feel good. He could feel Paddy's throat muscles occasionally contracting around him, and the sensation sent a jolt through his body.

Paddy pulled away briefly to speak, a smirk on his face as he licked his lips, his eyes darting from Thomas's nervous face to his aching cock that was now glistening with saliva. "Can't even open yer eyes, I see. Must be yer first."

Even while Paddy's lips weren't around it, he still had a hand around Thomas's cock, absentmindedly stroking it as he stared up at him. "I know ye'r likin' this, Tommy. I can feel it. Shit, I can see it."

A shudder went through Thomas as Paddy stroked him. It was pure overkill.

"Holy shit."

Paddy chuckled. "What happened to you talkin' like a wee snobby English toff?" he asked. "Must'a sucked it out of you."

Of course he had to make a lewd joke about it.

"You're a fucking bastard, Paddy," Thomas hissed, opening his eyes to stare down at him again. He had such a smug look on his face…

"Aye, I'm well aware."

Noticing there was now pre-cum leaking from the tip, Paddy leaned down to take his cock back into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in a way that made Thomas roll his eyes into the back of his head.

Soon, a sensation in his lower abdomen began to stir. His cock started to throb, his muscles tightening.

Fuck.

Well, there was a first time for everything, after all…

Thomas couldn't think anymore, his head spinning. When he finally came down Paddy's throat, he felt like some invisible force had possessed him. He tried to keep his mouth shut, but that didn't prevent an obscene groan from escaping past his lips. By the time it was finally over, he felt like just that had taken all his energy from him. All his limbs felt like jelly. Maybe even limp noodles; perhaps that was more accurate. He was breathing as heavily as a goddamn marathon runner right now.

Paddy pulled away, stuffed Thomas's softening cock back into his pants, then buttoned and buckled them back up. He looked up at him with a smirk on his face, stood up, walked over to some spot, and then leaned over, spitting his ejaculate onto the ground. He absolutely had not a single ounce of decorum, but then again, he was Paddy Mayne. Decorum didn't exist to him.

Still struggling to catch his breath, Thomas's eyes widened in shock. "You're fucking disgusting!" he shouted, bewildered, though he was also somewhat amused, chuckling in shock.

Paddy looked at him with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, chuckling. "Not bad, Tommy."

Now, Thomas's face was flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, shut up."

He watched as Paddy then turned around and proceeded to walk away like none of the past few minutes had even occurred. He had zero shame.

Thomas waited a bit before following after Paddy, sticking behind to make sure he wasn't noticed. He ended up following him into a bedroom.

Paddy was about to get undressed and finally attempt to go to sleep when he noticed Thomas's presence. He was right about to start unbuckling his pants when he looked up to see him standing there.

He raised an eyebrow. "What? Was that not enough fer you?"

Naturally, he was smirking.

Then, he approached Thomas, firmly placing both his hands on his shoulders before pushing him to the floor so he was on his knees.

"Think it's yer turn, now," he said, looking down at Thomas. Then, he gestured to his pants. "C'mon, get these off fer me."

Thomas glanced at Paddy's pants, obviously feeling nervous because he had never done such a thing before in his life. "Okay…"

Swallowing, he reached for the belt, unbuckling it and sliding it out of the straps so it could fall onto the floor. Then, he unbuttoned Paddy's pants while he worked on getting out of his vest and shirt. Soon, he was standing before Thomas in just his white wifebeater and shorts. He noticed a bulge straining against the fabric.

"Go on," Paddy prompted, gesturing to his shorts. "Take these off, Tommy."

Thomas paused. "I've never done this before, Paddy."

He scoffed. "It's just fuckin' underwear."

This fucking bastard.

Swallowing, Thomas helped Paddy out of his shorts, watching as his hardened, thick cock was freed from the confinements of the fabric.

Shit.

"Ye'r scared, aren't ya?" Paddy chuckled, before getting out of his wifebeater and tossing it onto the floor. "Relax."

"Like I said, I've never—"

"Just do this."

Paddy grabbed Tommy's hand and guided it to his cock, prompting him to gently and slowly stroke it up and down.

Already, Paddy was struggling to control himself.

"Shit, yeah. That's perfect…"

At least Thomas knew he was doing something right.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

"Now, use yer mouth," Paddy then said, placing a hand on Thomas's head and guiding him where he wanted him to be. "No teeth, just—"

He felt a shiver throughout his body as Thomas wrapped his lips around him.

"… Yeah… like that."

He slowly pushed Thomas's head down a little further so he was taking more than just the tip. He encouraged him to come up a little bit, then back down, bobbing his head and eventually finding a rhythm. He made him use his tongue a bit, swirling it around and occasionally licking. He stroked his soft blonde hair to let him know he was being a good boy, doing exactly what he wanted him to do. He made him take even more of him until he could really feel his throat muscles. Eventually, he made him pick up the pace as he got more confident.

It was perfect.

When Paddy finally came down Thomas's throat, he was pleasantly surprised to see him swallow it.

"Naughty boy," Paddy smirked. "Take yer clothes off, now."

Without question, though still shy about it, Thomas did as told, standing up and undressing until he was completely naked. He immediately noticed how intimate this felt — two naked men in each other's company… in a bedroom. It was a feeling that was unfamiliar to Thomas, this intimacy. It was intimidating because of how unfamiliar it was, but it was also… nice.

And to think this man in front of him was his childhood best friend… Thomas was having a very difficult time comprehending that.

Paddy approached Thomas and kissed him again, holding him close, and it felt… right.

The pair soon ended up on the bed, Paddy deciding to make some use of the Vaseline jar that was on the bedside table. Whoever left it there must've had some dry skin, Thomas silently wondered, but he'd learn that Paddy wasn't using it for that purpose.

They had sex until they were completely spent — Thomas's first time, too. Then, they just laid in bed in silence for a bit, letting the events of this night sink in.

After a few moments, Thomas turned to look at Paddy, wanting to touch him but feeling unsure. "Are we still… you know, friends or…?" he quietly asked. He immediately felt like it was a dumb question. What kind of friends sucked each other off and fucked and—

Well, maybe those friends did exist out there, but it didn't make sense to Thomas.

Paddy didn't make eye contact with Thomas, just staring ahead, idly picking at his fingernails and pondering. "'Course we are."

"Friends don't do this shit, Paddy."

He just chuckled. "Doesn't mean they can't."

Deep down, the two of them both knew that Paddy was lying.

[prlssprfctn]

Jason, being a semi-canonic common hallucination in the family after his death, could lead to the stupidest AU ever.

Imagine everyone seeing him — Bruce, half of the time, Dick non-stop, Tim more often than not, and eventually even Alfred starts seeing little boy's silhouette in the corner of his eye, but he never admits it, because someone needs to stay sane in this family.

It is a lot like real-life cases when cult families start to see collective hallucination, and it somehow syncronises in their minds, so they hear and see the same things, you know?

So, yeah, everyone sees Jaybin around.

Everyone but Damian. Damian is a normal one. He also knows his Akhi is alive and well, so whatever. And it takes him some time to figure out that his family is bat-shit insane, but when he does, he decides to use it on his advantage.

Damian, calling Jason: Akhi, you should visit me. It is getting awfully boring here.

Jason, frowning: You know I can't. They think I am dead, and I can't risk my plan, especially now, when Red Hood is gaining-

Damian: We will pretend you are a hallucination.

Jason: ...What?

Damian: So, there is a plan...

So, a few days after this call, Jason arrives at the Wayne Manor. He still thinks his brother's plan sucks, but gaslighting is one of his many talents, so surely, they will figure something out. He can lie his way through this meeting.

Expect, he doesn't even need to lie. His family is actually insane.

Bruce, bumping in Jason:

Jason, staring back: Uh-

Bruce: Wow. You look so grown-up. And we look so alike. Nice one, brain.

Jason: ?..

Tim, leaving his room: Hi, B, hi- Oh, damn. Hi, Jaybin. Nice leather jacket.

Bruce: Right? I guess his ghost just grows up with us now.

Jason: ????

Alfred, nodding along, out of nowhere: Master Dick will hate it. He looks taller now.

All of them: (peacefully leave the room)

Jason: What. The. Fuck.

Jason waits for the moment of clarity to happen as he chats with Damian in the kitchen, but... nothing changes. They really, really think he is a hallucination. So... he starts hanging out around more. Both because Damian is getting angsty, and because it is kinda... amusing.

Tim, stuck on the same case for a few nights, non-stop: Oh, it is really just me and you in this, Jason.

Jason, playing Mario Cart on the table by his side: Maybe take a nap, dude.

Tim: No, I need to figure out this case with-

Jason, rolling his eyes: Red Hood had already dealt with it. Go to sleep.

Tim: ...You are such a good self-care kind of hallucination.

Jason: ...

Damian: Your bets, when will they realise that you are a real person?

Jason: At this point, I am not sure that they will, even if I start screaming that I am real.

Damian: Fair. I bet a year would do.

Jason: ...A year and a half.

Dick visits the Manor. He cooes at Jason, muttering something about "of course, he would have grown up in a punk," and Jason almost breaks his role to hit him on the head.

Jason, arms folded on his chest: You know, you need serious help, dad.

Bruce, blinking at him slowly: Probably. You know what else I need?

Jason: Sleep? Retirement? To stop adopting strays? The list is endless, man.

Bruce: ...Coffee. I need more coffee.

Jason, groaning: What the fuck!!!

Alfred figures out that Jason is real, eventually. Solely because he catches him sneaking a few extra cookies, and hallucinations are not supposed to eat. He plays along with him and Damian until the very end, anyway.

(Damian ends up winning the bet because Jason loses it once and pushes Bruce down the stairs, when he starts reciting some precautionary tale about him. Everyone is flabbergasted.)

[madebycloud]

ALL MINE

jinx/powder x female reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: you and jinx have been satisfying each other's needs with no labels, no strings attached. just two adults who have fun with each other every now and then. simple, right? or at least, simple in theory, right up until you start feeling jealous when you see her with someone else. (requested by anon) warnings/themes: MDNI 18+, fluff, slight angst, smut, G!P reader (don't like, don't read), friends with benefits/fuck buddies, unprotected p in v, college au, porn with some plot, cunnilingus, throat fucking, fingering, spanking, semi-public, creampies, one sided feelings but not really one sided, insecure!reader, kinda nerd!reader, R is so petty, R is so annoying, R is a dick, R is a pussy words: 13.5k

College sucks.

With the shitty attendance of professors, the endless workload, all those projects and essays and presentations, the tests and quizzes, shitty group work with shitty partners.

So much stress just for the possibility of a shitty grade.

...

Being an adult and balancing a life with school SUCKS.

But thankfully, there are a few things that make it bearable.

Like a certain blue-haired currently sitting at the edge of your desk, legs on either side of you, face flushed and biting her bottom lip as she muffles her moans. 

“F-fuck... you... you, d-damn—” The grip on your hair tightens and her back arches while your tongue slides up her needy slit. “Oh, that— that feels so good—”

Jinx tastes so sweet, so perfect, your hands rest on the pale skin of her thighs, keeping her legs from moving or closing in. Her eyes slam shut, head hangs back, her breathing hitch every time your tongue slips past her folds. 

“I'm gonna, ah f-fuck, I'm coming—” and before she has the chance to get out the rest of those words, her hips writhe and quiver, shaking with a climax that has you holding on to her thighs to keep her from slipping off the edge of your desk. 

She comes all over your tongue, and you keep licking her slowly, helping her through her high until she starts to push you off.  

You pull back and look up at the bluenette in front of you. There is a thin stream of her juices running down her quivering thighs that makes you want to keep going, but instead, you force yourself to lean back on your chair, watching her attempt to straighten up her skirt and collect herself. 

“F-fucking... jesus christ. I hate you.”

It's such a conflicting statement because her words are one thing, but the wrecked and completely satisfied look on her face says something else entirely.

“Yeah, I'm sure you do,” you say with a smirk and wipes your chin. “Can I go wash my face now? I've got a class in a bit.”

“Fine, go.” Jinx climbs off from your desk. There's a slight tremble in her legs (thanks to you) that she quickly tries to hide but fails anyway. She runs a hand through her hair, fixing it as she stands there. 

You get up from your chair and stretch first—college is doing a number on your back, you swear—and walk over to the sink in the corner of your dormitory room to wash your face, leaving her to recover.

Jinx had been in your room more than hers. One, because it's better than bunking with her annoying roomie. Two, because there is more privacy. Three, your room's walls are not as thin as hers, so you can let loose sometimes. The noises she made, the noises you both made...it was a good thing your room had decent soundproofing.

There are times that you do it in her room, if her roommate is not there, but more often than not, it's here in your dorm. You've had her bent over every possible surface, every possible place that you're certain she can't walk out the next day.

Your thoughts bring a little smirk to your face as you finish toweling your face dry, and that smirk stays there as you head back to where Jinx is sitting on the edge of your bed.

You could go for another round, you're still in the mood, really. But unfortunately, your next class starts in a few minutes.

You walk to your closet and pull out a fresh shirt, one that doesn't smell like Jinx yet. You throw the old one in the laundry, it's already marked by her anyway, and put on a new shirt.

“Gotta go, my class is starting soon.” You turn around as you pull the hem down. “Are you just gonna stay here?”

Jinx sighs before she shrugs. “I'll just stay here for a while. Maybe I'll take a nap or something.” 

“No classes for you today?”

“Nope, lucky enough not to have any classes.” She shrugs again and swings her legs back and forth. “I'm free.”

You nod then grab your backpack from the floor, slinging it on one shoulder.

Just as you reach for the door handle, Jinx calls out, “Hey.”

You stop and turn to look over at her. “Yeah?”

“Kat's throwing a party tomorrow.” Jinx leans back, both arms braced behind her, raising an eyebrow at you. “You coming?”

“I might.”

If you didn't have a ton of homework and papers to grind out, yeah, probably. Jinx knows that. She also knows that you have...other things that are more important than some party with a bunch of drunken and horny adults.

Yet Jinx smirks at your response, like you've given the answer she's been hoping for.

Jinx stands up and closes the distance between you, stopping a few inches away. “You should come... you could use a little break.” She lifts up a hand to dust off your shoulder as if there's any lint on it. “Let loose. Relax. Have a little fun for a change?”

A party...you haven't been to any parties since freshman year. No time. You haven't had the time to, not with your classes and work and the million other things that fill your schedule.

“College is eating at me alive and you want me to party, huh? I don't have time for that, you know that.”

Jinx laughs, and the hand on your shoulder slowly slides down over your chest, stopping right at your stomach. “One evening, is all I'm asking.”

How long has it been since the last time you've had a few hours... hell a few minutes... to just hang back and unwind? A 'break' these days means you grab some sleep, shower, and then go back to studying until your eyes water. 

“C'mon, just one evening. Have some fun. Besides...” She leans closer, lowering her head to the side of your neck. “I'd really, really, really love it if you come.”

Your skin practically crawls with the way her words and her breath caress your skin, and the way she whispers things like that...how can you say no to that?

Your shoulders sag, and you exhale in an audible sigh. “Fine,” you finally say. “I'll be there.”

Jinx pulls back her head, grinning widely, satisfied with her victory. “Okay, off you go then. Go to class now, shoo.”

You roll your eyes as she shoos you out the door, giving you a light tap on the shoulder to hurry.

It's not like you have much of a choice. You already know you're going to give in, and she knows it too.

“Don't make me regret this.”

“You won't!” Her voice calls out behind you once you step into the hallway of your dorm. “Promise!”

—

You step into the house where the party is, and jesus christ it's so damn loud. Your ears immediately start hurting because the music is blasting everywhere and you're not even sure how this place hasn't gotten noise complaints yet.

Looking around the living room, the first thing you notice is all the people are everywhere, all crammed into this one little place that it's almost suffocating to wade through.

Some people, you recognize. Katarina, for sure. She's sitting on a couch next to a guy with brown hair and they're both downing some sort of drinks in shot glasses.

A few others that you've had brief interactions with, but not enough to remember their names. Then there are the people that you don't know at all. Those guys are probably seniors. Or... maybe freshmen?

And there's one thing that is and has always been the same in college parties: the alcohol. Most of these people are here to drink, and there's plenty of it.

On the counter? A huge array of liquor bottles, some you've heard of and some you haven't. Probably the latter ones will mess you up real fast if you're not careful. On the fridge? It is packed full of beer, champagne (who the hell brings expensive champagne to a college party of all things?), and what is probably some type of jungle juice.

You're just about to turn around and go back to your lonely dorm when a different voice rings through the noise. “You came!”

You look directly in front of you, and lo and behold, Jinx was right there.

You wonder how the hell you didn't notice her earlier (maybe it was the noise, or maybe it was you being distracted by all the other people). She looks surprisingly sober too, considering she's at a college party. 

“I knew you would come,” Jinx says, grinning. “Just couldn't resist...could you?”

Jinx is wearing a short red plaid pleated skirt with a black leather belt, and black cropped top that stops just under her breasts, showing off her taut stomach and a small bit of midriff.

Her attire is almost like a goddamn crime because it looks like it shouldn't look good, but it actually does look good. It looks too good. She looks so fucking good that it should be illegal.

Jinx notices the way you're looking at her, and then a smirk crosses her face. “You like what you see?” She does a little twirl, as if to show it off for you.

Hell yeah. You like it a lot more than you should. Jinx's gorgeous and sexy as hell, and you know damn well that if she had been wearing this earlier in the day, you'd have skipped class to have your way with her.

“Mhm. I would love to just pick you up and fuck you against the wall here and now.”

The smirk on her lips somehow just seems to get even wider, then she cocks an eyebrow and tips her head to the side. “What's holding you back then?”

“Well, maybe the fact that there's a million people here and I have a lot of self-control.” Okay, maybe that self-control is being tested at this moment.

“Aww, that's not a fair excuse.” Jinx pouts and takes a step closer, making your eyes snap downward to what bit of her thighs she's showing off under the skirt. “I can tell that you want some privacy.” she trails her finger across your chest “And trust me, I want it too.”

Your patience snaps, and really, seriously, what's the worst that could happen? 

You grab her arm, maybe a little too tight, and she actually giggles when you turn and start briskly walking towards the stairs, pulling her behind you. 

You don't know this house at all, but there's no time to care because you want to get her alone now, and privacy won't be found downstairs. Luckily, the house is big, so not all the rooms have occupants, and with some searching, you find a spare room and open the door, pushing her inside.

“Impressive. You actually managed to—” Jinx is interrupted as soon as you shut the door behind you and lock it, then push Jinx up against it, pressing your body into hers, making her gasp and arch her back from the impact.

Even though she looks a little surprised, not a single protest leaves her mouth because all she can focus on is how your lips are instantly on her neck, trailing up and down and nipping across her throat. Jinx lifts her hands, fingers gripping the shoulders of your shirt. 

With one hand on her hip, you use the other to push her crop top and bra up, bunching it past her collarbone. You kiss her down, reaching the top of her breast. Wrapping your lips around her nipple, then you suck it gently while your free hand moves to the other, pinching and rolling her pink bud.

You pay attention to both—her pale skin covered in a light glaze of sweat. Each nipple is teased, alternating between a gentle, barely-there feel of your tongue and a more firm pressure as you pull them between your teeth, her moans your only guide.

When Jinx seems to be losing patience, you finally release her with a small pop noise, lifting your head up to look at her again. The smirk is gone from her face, lips parted, panting slightly as that hand on your shoulder tightens.

As you move closer, her lips part instinctively, and you take advantage of that as you claim her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue snaking past her lips. 

Your hand wanders, going down to her hips, underneath that damnably short skirt, slipping past the fabric of her panties. Jinx gasps as your fingers slide across her folds. You curse at how wet she already is.

“You're dripping so much, Jinx,” you say against her mouth. You pull away, lips trailing down her neck until they reach her ear, biting it gently, earning you a breathy moan from her. “Have you been like this the whole night, or was it just when you saw me?”

Jinx's thighs twitch involuntarily when you circle your thumb, pressing on her clit. “You know the answer, idiot.”

You chuckle softly, then slowly push two fingers past her folds, making her hips jolt. Your knuckles flex and your fingers curl, as if getting acquainted with your new favorite place. 

Jinx giggles, just a little, before the sound dissolves into a soft moan. “Hurry up...” she pants.

You start up a rhythm, starting slow at first, wanting to take your time and make her wait, but her hips desperately trying to grind herself against your fingers just spur you on to go a little faster. 

“Be patient.” Yet, you speed up your pace, and she almost chokes when you crook your fingers. “You look like you're enjoying my fingers just fine.” 

“Fuck— yeah— I am,” she admits. Jinx's head falls against your shoulder, trembling hands moving to grip your biceps, clinging to you to keep herself from being slumped in a heap on the ground.

“Yeah?” A part of you is surprised she even admits that. After all, Jinx has quite the ego. “I can tell.”

Her walls flutter around you, gasping loudly and burying her face in your neck. Jinx presses her forehead onto your collarbone as she shudders each time your fingers thrust inside her.

You bite your lip to hide your grin—you love the sound of her whiny, needy noises, and she's so damn beautiful that you can really understand how she's the most hated person at school... and at the same time, the most desired. 

“Shh, someone might hear you,” you whisper, even though the music is pounding downstairs.

Jinx shakes her head, lifting her head up to kiss your neck and jaw. “Don't care.”

Anyone who's downstairs definitely won't be able to hear her over the music, but still. “If you're too loud, other people can hear you.”

Jinx's response is to laugh, a low chuckle that borders on a whine as she tries to push herself against your hand. “I don't care, okay? I just don't— mmmh, don't care, just shut up and keep going.”

You keep up with your rhythm, fingers moving rougher as you hear soft gasps and moans coming out from her. There's no time for gentleness, and there's definitely no room for any teasing. You're not about to waste much time when there's so little of it to begin with. 

“I'm gonna— gonna come—” A bite on her neck challenges her, dares her to let go. And that's exactly what she needs. She clenches around your fingers with a soft cry, making her weak-kneed and leaving that filthy mess of her juices coating your digits. 

You keep your fingers moving until you're certain that she's done, and when she finally does settle down, you pull your hand away, licking her slick off of them.

Jinx leans heavily against the door, catching her breath, trying to recover her bearings.

Watching her like this, all flushed and sweaty, makes you want to drag Jinx back to your place and just fuck her right there. You want to put her on your lap, grinding against you, watching her like a piece of art while you stretch her open.

Maybe you'd even tell her how good it feels to have your fingers curled up inside of her, how you can't get enough of how good she feels wrapped up in your arms,and how the taste of her on your tongue never fails to make you crave more. 

Maybe you'd even tell her how much you find yourself missing her when you're apart, how you spend more time searching for her across the campus. Maybe you'd even go as far as to admit out loud that you want to kiss her just as much as you want to eat her out.

...and yet you hold all of that stuff back because, in the end, you're not a fool. Jinx doesn't do nice things, sweet words or soft whispers. She's rough, blunt, harsh, a rough diamond, more trouble than she's worth.

Still, you can't stop yourself from wanting to pull her closer to you, just to hold on. So you do. Hands finding the bare skin of her waist, where her cropped top ends, and you let your fingers trail up and down that patch of bare skin.

“You okay?” 

The question just slips off your tongue, and the second it does, you cringe at how soft it sounds.. it's because of the stupid, weird feeling that's currently squeezing your heart.

“Shut up, that was-” Jinx starts to say, but she cuts herself off when she hears your question, eyes narrowing slightly and she just looks at you for a second, gaze calculating. Her expression then softens a bit, and she sighs. Maybe she likes how soft you sound, maybe she doesn’t. “Yeah. I'm okay.”

You feel better that Jinx actually says it, and you smile. “Good.” 

Jinx scoffs, but she returns the smile. It's just a small smile that most people would pass by, miss, forget, but it's there. Maybe you would have missed it too, except you know her, so you see it. That gives you some kind of stupid, foolish hope. And that stupid, foolish hope starts to make its way over. 

Slowly, the smile fades from both of your faces, and she's just looking at you.You don't know what she's looking for, but you hope she doesn't see too much.

You don't want her to see more than what she should, and you don't want her to know how much this (whatever the fuck this is), is starting to mean to you. You don't want her to realize that you've fallen for her, that you're more than just physically attracted to her. Because if she knew that, she might…do something. You're not even sure anymore what she'd do. And you don't know if you could handle whatever rejection she might come up with.

Maybe it's a good thing you don't know. You don't want to know. it's better if you just don't think of it. 

Jinx notices you just staring at her, then she rolls her eyes and snorts. “You're so disgusting, dude.” Her gaze then drifts down to the bulge straining your pants, and the smirk that crawls on her face makes your cock twitch. “Need some help with that?”

You huff out a laugh, though the smirk fades away when Jinx's hand touches your belt, and you hear the clinking as she's unbuckling it.

You catch her wrist, stopping her.

She scoffs. “I'm literally trying to be charitable here, and you won't let me?”

“...I don't want to make a mess.”

Jinx grins mischievously “You think a little mess will stop me?” and then she's dropping to her knees in front of you, hands undoing your belt. “You know I'm more than happy to clean up.”

She tugs your pants and underwear, dropping them down to your ankles. At this point, the only thing getting you through this is the knowledge that the door is locked.

Though, Jinx doesn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she's almost smug about it, licking her lips when she sees how hard you are.

She chuckles. “Damn.” Jinx brings her hand up to your cock, running a finger over the tip, watching the small beads of pre cum drip out of the slit. “I know you won't last long.” She then moves her hand around the base and gives it a couple of pumps. “But I'll be nice and make it good for you.”

That earns her a low groan of approval, and you place your hands against the door behind her. “Be quick about it, then.”

Jinx clicks her tongue and laughs, pumping your cock faster. “Don't worry, gorgeous. I'll make this quick.” Without waiting for your response, she guides your already soaked tip across her lips, giving her a lip gloss before she wraps her mouth around it and slowly starts bobbing her head.

Your eyes flutter shut, but the visual is too good for you to keep your eyes closed for long. You look down at her, watching your length disappear between her lips. The bluenette never breaks the eye contact, swirling her tongue around the tip of your dick before she takes it up and down her throat. 

That pulls another moan-groan out of your mouth, but with the loud music, it's not like anyone downstairs is going to hear you. Still, you're trying to keep relatively quiet. 

Jinx, however, doesn't have that problem, and her loud slurping noise nearly sends you over. Even with your girth stretching her lips, she manages to give you a smirk. She slides her hands down, fingers massaging your balls as she takes your cock deeper into her tight throat. She just keeps moving her head, making sure her tongue is wrapped along your shaft while her eyes stay locked on yours.

“You've gotten good at this, baby...”

Jinx pulls back, lips shiny with pre-cum, licking at the corner of her mouth as saliva drools from her chin. “It's not like I've had any other practice. You're the only one I do this with.” She moves her hand, stroking you and spreading her saliva all over your cock. “Besides, it helps when you have a pretty big one.” She gives you a cheeky smile before her mouth is back on your tip, caressing the slit with a flat tongue. 

Despite trying to tease you, Jinx is starting to look desperate. She looks up at you as she starts bobbing her head at an almost reckless pace, sucking your dick deeper with more enthusiasm.

You're not going to last like this, you know it, and so does she. Your hands slip away from the door to cup her head, fingers curling around her braids as the muscles of your stomach tighten. You grip her hair hard as you start fucking her mouth, shoving your cock into her.

Jinx gags herself on your cock with every thrust of your hips, yet her throat willingly takes every inch of you. She looks like a mess, mascara running, drool dripping out of her mouth, and a bit of water in her eyes. Even so, she tries to get you closer, deeper, all the way to the base until her nose touches the skin of your pelvis.

“F-fuck, Jinx— I'm— I'm gonna—”

Jinx nods the best she can while your hands hold firmly to her braids. And that's all it takes. The sound of her name coming from your lips ends up buried by the sound of the party outside the door. You press your hips against her face, releasing your load down her throat, filling her mouth with your cum. 

She swallows every last drop until her stomach is full of you, then pulls her head back, your softening, spent cock out of her mouth. Her lips are swollen and glistening, a bit of your cum smeared on her chin. She wipes a finger across her lips, catching the few drops she missed, and licks it off.

After a few minutes of trying to catch your breath, you pull your pants back up and fasten your belt, then reach down to bring her up. 

She laughs—not her usual raucous, crazed laugh—and takes your hand, standing up on shaky legs. You then step back, giving her the space she needs to straighten up her clothing. Jinx smooths out her skirt and pulls her top and bra back into place before wrapping her arms around your waist. 

She rubs the side of her face against your chest, staining your shirt and smearing her makeup even more. “You ruined my hair.”

The hair is indeed a lost case, her braids now loose and messy. Jinx shakes her head in mild frustration, a few stray locks landing over her face. She huffs and blows them away. 

You grin, amused. “Maybe you shouldn't have worn it like this, then.”

“Don't be an ass. It took me forever to do my braids that way, and it was all ruined with your stupid hands pulling on them.” Jinx pushes away from you, groaning. “UGH, I gotta go to the bathroom.”

You snort, and she walks towards the door. She opens it and peeks outside. Once she's sure that no one's around, Jinx then slips out the door and out into the hall, and you follow behind as she heads off to the bathroom.

You lean against the wall outside, waiting, folding your arms over your chest. 

An hour or so later, Jinx returns, stopping in front of you with hands on her hips. “How do I look?”

You check her out. She looks much tidier than she did before. the makeup on her face is completely gone, her hair is neater, and her top and skirt are less rumpled.

You drop your arms as you push off the wall. “You look fine.” 

That, predictably, gets a scoff out of her. “Just fine? Not gorgeous, not stunning, not ravishing, not perfect, not a goddess? Just fine? I'm offended.”

You roll your eyes, but a grin slips through anyway. “I'm sorry. You look beautiful and ravishing and stunning. I think you're the most gorgeous, alluring, perfect woman in the world.”

Jinx smiles and flicks her braid, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Perfect,” she says. “Let's go.”

You follow her downstairs, which are a lot louder than they were before. You wince at the sound, already preparing yourself for more noise for the rest of the night.

Jinx notices and laughs. “Too loud for you?”

“Ugh, yes. I'm not sure my eardrums will survive the night.” 

Jinx laughs again, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. She glances around the house before turning to look at you. “Gotta go get a drink. You go and enjoy the party,” she says, before adding, “And if you happen to wanna leave, just stop and let me know before you do, okay?”

She pats your shoulder, turns and heads off to find a drink. You watch Jinx disappear into the crowd and find that your hand is on your shoulder, fingers rubbing at the spot where she just touched you.

Okay... that one's a bit weird and a little pathetic.

You give yourself a mental slap and turn away, trying to find something to divert your attention.

It's not hard to find something to look at. There's a group of people that are already getting drunk and starting to do stupid things like standing on tables and yelling. Some people are starting to play a card game near the counter, and there's a crowd of people that are cheering them on, and somewhere between all of this and Jinx disappearing behind the crowd, you decide that you really want a drink.

You walk over to the kitchen (where it's slightly better than the rest of the house, honestly). There's more room to breathe, and the noise is more bearable. 

You grab a cup near the punch bowl and fill it with some of whatever has been spiked in this thing, then take a drink.

“You need some help with that?” A new voice comes up behind you. You look over. Long blonde hair, pretty eyes with glasses. You've seen her around before but never really talked to her. “Uhm, Lux, by the way.”

“Hmm? Oh, no, I'm good, thanks.” You smile politely. “Just taking a break from the party. It's getting too loud in there.”

“Right?” Lux laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners, and then sighs. She comes up to the counter and hops up, then takes a gulp of her own drink. “Honestly? I don't know why I even came here, parties aren't really my thing.”

“Mhmm same.” You nod, relieved that someone feels the same as you. “My friend dragged me here. I'm usually not big on parties either, too many drunk people and loud people and—”

“—too much happening at once.” She finishes your sentence. “I totally get that.”

There's a moment of silence as you and Lux just drink your drinks. Then, she speaks up. “You don't really look familiar…” her eyebrows scrunching up a bit in confusion. “Do you, by any chance, know Jinx?”

“Yeah, I know her,” you say, a bit surprised that she asked. “I'm guessing you do too?”

“I do.” She gives you a small smile. “She and I used to be pretty close back in high school.”

Huh. you didn't know this. You tilt your head at the new information. “You guys don't talk anymore?” you ask out of curiosity.

Lux shrugs at your question. “We still talk sometimes... but not as much as we used to.” A pause. “Are you— are you two close at all?”

“We're close,” you answer without any hesitation. You're a bit curious about why Lux is asking so many questions about you and Jinx.

She nods at your answer. “I figured as much.” Lux looks like she wants to say more, but she suddenly looks in the living room, then a soft snort leaves her nose. 

You follow her gaze. And there, in the corner of the room, is Jinx, leaning over the billiard table, lining up a shot.

Except, she's not alone. Behind her is a man, his chin hovering just a few inches from her ear. One of his hands has come up and is cupping one of her elbows. He's telling her to aim at the eight-ball, even though Jinx's clearly not listening and is just laughing at whatever stupid joke he said.

You don't know why, but it pisses you off. Not just a little. A lot.

A scoff leaves your mouth and you turn your attention back to Lux, who is watching you closely. “They seem pretty close.”

Lux hums. “I guess.” She takes a drink from her glass as she looks a little closer at them. “I mean, they've always been like this.” What? Before you can ask, what the fuck does she mean by that, Lux already hops off the counter and smiles at you. “I better go. I think my brother might be looking for me.”

You nod, giving her back a polite smile. “Sure, um, have a good night.”

Lux waves at you before she walks out of the kitchen. You're left standing alone in front of the counter, sipping your drink and watching Jinx and that guy again. 

They look comfortable. Too comfortable. Jinx laughs again at something the man says to her. You can see how the guy is leaning close to Jinx, talking directly into her ear, and when he puts his hand on her back, your fingers tighten against your cup a bit.

...

You shouldn't really care. It's not like you're exclusive.

But you do care, and it pisses you off that you do.

...

This is so stupid. 

You know how stupid this is, how stupid you are for coming here.

You shouldn't have left that comfortable dorm full of silence and peaceful solitude and gone to this stupid party. You had work to do, after all, and you had come here for what? Only to find your not-so-girlfriend getting comfy and cozy with someone?

Before it really gets to you, you turn, push past people, then leave through the front door.

There's no reason to bother saying goodbye to Jinx. She's already got a guy to hang around, and she's doing just fine without you. You don't need to bother sticking around. You just need to get out of here and try to forget you even came.

It's cold outside. The harsh wind is a painful sting against your bare skin. You shiver, and yet you keep walking, trying to get away from this shithole as quickly as possible.

You're just about to mount your bike to pedal your sorry ass back to your dorm and maybe try to sleep off whatever shitty feelings you're feeling when you hear your name called out. You curse because you'd know that voice anywhere.

Jinx stops in front of you and looks at you with something that you wish you didn't notice. 

Concern. 

She looks genuinely concerned. 

“I thought you'd say goodbye, at least,” Jinx says, a little breathless from hurrying. “Are a you—” she stops to catch her breath. “Are you alright?”

You shrug, pretending to be calm, or at least attempting to. “I'm fine,” you mutter, looking off to the side. “I just…remembered I have this stupid paper due on monday.” 

That's bullshit. Jinx knows it, you know it, even your bike knows it. “You're a worse liar than I am.” Jinx steps closer and jabs her index finger against your chest. “What's really going on, huh?”

“Nothing.” 

She scoffs. “Stop bullshitting me. Just spill.”

“I said it's nothing, okay?!”

That came out harsher than you intended, and at the tone, Jinx immediately pulls her hand from your chest. She steps back, arms crossing in front of her, and looks at you.

Jinx has this stupid, damn expression, concern and maybe a sense of understanding all over her face, and you want to take her face in your hands and kiss her because you're being such an idiot, but you're also angry for reasons you don't really like to admit out loud.

You can't tell her you're mad as hell about a guy talking to her because you don't have any right to feel that way over someone who isn't even yours to begin with.

“Don't get snappy with me,” Jinx says. “I'm just trying to check up on you, dickhead.”

“I didn't ask you to.”

It comes out bitter and sharp, and Jinx flinches almost unnoticeably.

Her reaction makes your guilty conscience flare up. You're actually being rude to Jinx, and for what? For being concerned about you? For caring? For just wanting to check on you? You really have no idea what the hell is wrong with yourself, and before you can even try to force an apology out of your mouth, Jinx speaks up.

“Fine.” And in a way you hate yourself for noticing, but you swear you hear hurt in her voice. “I'll just go then.”

Jinx turns, and before you can get a word out, she's already walking away. She doesn't look back at you as she vanishes back inside.

...

You shouldn't have come to that stupid party in the first place.

—

A week. Seven days. 168 hours.

One miserable week of pretending to not care. One week of ignoring her. One week that seems to drag on for an entire year.

A week of sitting in lectures while trying not to think about her, only to fail at it. A week of walking past her in the corridors only to have your eyes linger on her for a second too long while you pretend to not look. A week of having to swallow back the urge to go to her dorm because goddamnit, you miss her.

You're actually getting a little bit sick of pretending. A little bit sick of trying to ignore the guilt gnawing away at your heart. And most importantly, you're really sick of not having someone warm to fall asleep next to. 

And yet, you didn't chase after her. 

You don't even bother to try. How can you? When you're the one who acted like an absolute shithead to her. You don't exactly deserve to even talk to her.

Jinx probably hates you. 

You groan to yourself and close the book. 

You came here to the library to study, not to sit around and wallow in your feelings like some heartbroken love-struck idiot. Which you are, BUT you could at least be a productive idiot.

You get up and gather your books and notes, stuffing them in your bag. You're done studying, for now, at least. You can try again tomorrow, hopefully when you don't have Jinx dancing around in your brain anymore.

You stretch, feeling your stiff muscles complain, then make your way out of the library. The campus is pretty empty this late at night. Most people are either drinking or asleep by now, which is fine by you. Less people to see you sneaking back to your lonely dorm.

Just as you round the corner, you feel a hand catch the crook of your elbow, firm hold, pulling you to a stop.

“Knew you'd be here.”

You whirl around, about to curse, only to be met with the one person you have been avoiding for the past week.

Jinx's hand keeps a tight grip on you, holding you in place without having to even try. 

She's wearing an oversized black shirt along with a pair of pajama pants covered in a pattern of little cartoon bombs with angry eyebrows.

Her eyes meet yours, and your heart does that stupid, fucking annoying thing, beating just a little too fast.

Holy shit. Get yourself together.

You look away, ignoring the rush of feelings that comes with just seeing her again. “I'm going home. What do you want?” You know how they sound—cold, distant. Nothing like you want to sound, but you can't even look at her without wanting to just reach out and touch her.

Jinx lets go of your arm and folds her arms over her chest and cocks her hip, giving you a pointed look. “I'll cut to the chase. Were you jealous of Stephen?”

“Who the fuck is Stephen?”

“You know, the guy I was playing with at the billboard the night of the party? Lux told me you saw us together. Is that why you threw a fucking tantrum because you were jealous?” You scoff, because it's true. Jinx rolls her eyes when you don't answer. “I'm not interested in Stephen, if that's what you're worried about, and he'd sooner die than even look at me like that.”

Then why the hell was he hanging on to her, touching her like that if he didn't—Oh. “Oh...”

“Oh,” Jinx mocks, copying your tone. “Is that what you got out of this? Really? Really?”

You huff, trying to maintain some dignity. “I'm not— doesn't matter. I have to go.” You walk past her, heading towards your dorm.

Jinx groans and follows after you. “You're really that jealous? over a guy who's into dick?” she says as she walks a few steps behind you. “Stephen is just a friend. I've known him since high school.”

You don't grace her with an answer as you walk forward. Yes, you're jealous, which doesn't make sense, because you and Jinx agreed to keep things between you casual. You stop in front of your door and search for your keys while cursing at yourself.

“Seriously? You ignored me for a week just because you were jealous? Just because I was speaking to a friend? A friend I have no attraction towards. A friend I see as like a brother?”

“I'm not.” You unlock the door and head inside. “I just don't like it when someone touches what isn't theirs.”

Jinx just snorts before following you into the room and immediately sits on one of your chairs. She props her feet up on your desk like she owns the place. “Not jealous? Then why do you care who touches what?”

You slam the door shut and drop your bag on the ground. “It bothered me, alr— stop putting your feet on my desk.” You swat her feet off the wood. “Seeing that guy touching you like that, it bothered me more than it should have, and I didn't like how I felt. Sue me.”

Jinx smirks at your words and stands up from the chair, sauntering towards you. “Why's that? afraid that someone's gonna steal me away?”

“I'm not afraid,” you lie and step back until you feel the edge of the bed hitting the back of your knees.

Jinx follows you until you're forced to sit, grinning widely as she stands over you. She chuckles and leans forward, putting her knee on the bed between your thighs. “No? You could've fooled me.”

You lean back, propped on your elbows as you look up at Jinx. A hand comes up to cup the side of your face. Her thumb brushes over your lip before trailing down your throat, chest, and hip, where she tugs on your belt loops and pops it open.

“It's cute how possessive you're being, but also kinda stupid.”

Jinx runs her fingers down the buttons of your pants, taking her time and teasing you. Once they're undone, she pushes them down. 

You bite back the low groans that try to crawl up your throat when you feel her knees brush against your clothed cock. She notices, then presses down on you even more, biting her lip like she just found something delicious to eat.

“Definitely stupid if you think I'm gonna let anyone come between us.” Jinx toys with the edge of your underwear, pulls it down, your cock springing up towards her. “Like I'd let someone else touch me when I've already got you to do it better, hm?”

She wraps her fingers around your shaft, just barely, just enough to tease. Her thumb rubs across the sensitive head. 

“Look at this,” Jinx murmurs, and you're pretty sure your brain will short-circuit when you hear her say, “I missed you.”

You hiss softly. You're not entirely sure if she means you or your cock, and honestly, does it even matter?

Jinx takes her hands off your dick and tuts, annoyed with your silence. “What's wrong? Don't wanna speak? Fine. I know for sure you won't be quiet when your dick's down my throat.” 

She slides off the bed and kneels down between your spread thighs, eyeing your dick shamelessly. Jinx wraps her fingers around you again, and when you buck your hips, she just laughs at you, the sound of it vibrates around your cock.

“Mmmh, so desperate for my attention. You should've just told me that you were being stupid and jealous. Could've saved yourself a week and gotten this sooner.”

Jinx pauses long enough to lean down, and—oh, fuck, you almost choke on a moan when you feel her tongue drag around the head of your cock, licking the precum.

“Don't say I haven't missed you, too, because I have. Just couldn't stand how childish you were being.”

Jinx sucks your tip, swirls her tongue around the slit, and swallows you until you can feel the tip of your cock brush against the back of her throat. Her hand slides down your shaft to fondle your balls. She moans around it, gagging on you as she tries to take more.

You thread your hand into her hair, gently at first, then tighten and pull on it so hard she moans again. Jinx takes your cue, moving with the rhythm you set, head bobbing to the pace you dictate as you shove your cock into her mouth. 

Glancing down, you see her lips are stretched wide around your cock, hollowed to the point where you can see the outline of your length through her skin. Your grip on her braids has worked loose her hair, the strands hanging around her face, framing her eyes.

You don't realize how loud you are until you hear yourself: “Fuck, Jinx... Jinx... Jinx, I'm—”

Hearing you call her name, Jinx grins as much as she can with her mouth stuffed full of your cock. Then she pulls back, giving your tip one teasing circle around the edge of her tongue before she lets you escape from her mouth. 

“Don't you dare ignore me ever again.” Jinx squeezes your balls just a bit, enough to serve as a silent warning. “Got it?”

“Got it,” you gasp, because right now, you'd promise basically any goddamn thing if she'd stop squeezing your balls.

Jinx hums, and the pressure eases off of your poor, abused family jewels. She pats your balls gently like a dog that's been good and leans her face down, her cheek brushing the sensitive head of your cock. 

“Good. You're smarter than I give you credit for.” Jinx drags her tongue up the underside of your shaft, all the way to the tip. “And here I thought your brain had been replaced with your other head.” She presses a kiss on the tip, the softest kiss, like a sweet reward. “Now, do you want it in my mouth again…or do you have something else in mind, hm?”

“You know what I want...” you groan, and your hips buck back towards her mouth reflexively.

Jinx smirks, giving your split-slicked cock another light kiss, this one a little firmer...but just a tease. “Oh yeah? Then why don't you tell me?”

You swallow, breathing hard. “I want… I want to fuck you, Jinx—”

A low, husky chuckle falls off her lips. Then, her fingers slip inside her pants. You can hear them rub against her and hear how wet she already is. 

“Is that what you really want?” Jinx asks, a sly smile on her lips as she slides her soaked fingers out of her pants, holding them up in front of her face. “Think you deserve it?”

Seeing her like this has your hands clenching the bedsheets tightly, and your cock throbs so painfully that it makes you curse, “F-fuck—  please, just… I want… I want to be inside you.”

Jinx's eyes go heavy-lidded at the sound of your curses, and then her focus drops to your aching, hard length. She smirks before she brings her fingers to her mouth, sucks them clean, swirling her tongue around her middle and forefinger, then slides between them up to the knuckle.

She moans softly, eyes closing for a while, letting the taste soak into her senses, and then they open again, locking onto you once more. 

“Oh, someone's eager.” Jinx pulls them out with a pop when she's done. “But, you know... I don't know if you really deserve it, you did ignore me for a week, after all. It really hurt my feelings.”

“I'm sorry,” you croak, watching her get off her knees. “I promise it won't happen. Not again. I won't shut you out. I won't avoid you. Just come here, please.”

Her hand pats your head in a condescending sort of way. “I know, but can you keep your word this time? Or are you just going to ditch me for a week again, you dumbfuck?”

“No.” You shake your head. “I wont. It was stupid. I was angry, but not at you and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. Just, please. I want you. Need you.”

Jinx's expression softens, and so does her tone. She climbs on top of your lap, hands resting on your shoulders. “You're forgiven, but if you ignore me again, I'm cutting off your balls.”

You have no doubt that she will. “Understood.”

“Hmm, good,” Jinx murmurs before she threads her hand in your hair and leans down to kiss you. You gasp against her lips, making it easier for her tongue to slip into your mouth, and you open for her eagerly, without protest.

There are too many clothes, too much fabric, and it's starting to be a problem. Jinx seems to be thinking the same thing because she breaks the kiss to pull her shirt off, then tosses it aside to the pile of clothes that scattered at the bottom of the bed.

Your hand slips behind her, finding the clasp of her bra, then undo it, slipping the strap over her shoulders, her arms, before it drops to the floor. Running your lips over her collarbones, Jinx tips her head back, exposing more of her pale skin. You bite and kiss your way across her chest, stopping to pay attention to her pink nipples.

Jinx shudders as you lick her, flicking the bud with your tongue, fingers pulling your hair a little too hard, and you lift your head from her chest, grumbling softly. 

You bite her nipple in response, which causes her to gasp. “Oh fuck—” her voice softens and she giggles “—that feels good.”

Jinx grabs your face, pulling you away from her chest for another kiss. You taste your own blood as she captures your bottom lip with her teeth. You pull away, licking the tiny amount of blood from your lip, then wrap your arm around her hips and flip the both of you, pinning her to the mattress.

She just chuckles and spreads her legs wider, letting you kneel between them. You kiss her neck, pausing to suck on the soft skin of the junction between her neck and shoulder, hands moving down to her pants, pushing them off her hips. Jinx lifts them up to make it easier for you to strip her bare. Once it's off, you toss it to the floor. 

“So fucking perfect,” you say when you get a good look at her. “So wet, just for me, Jinx—”

Jinx shivers and her breath stutter, teeth sinking into her lip as you brush your fingers over her panties, feeling the dampness soak through her underwear. 

“Hurry— ah— get the condom and get it now,” she says impatiently, hooking her thumbs over the waistband of her panties and pulling them down her thighs, kicking them off.

You climb off the bed, dig through the drawer, then pull out a condom. Tearing the package open, you turn around and find Jinx has flipped over, stomach pressed against the sheets, looking back at you over her shoulder with her ass sticking up in the air.

Damn. 

You have to grab the base of your dick to keep yourself from losing it just from the sight of her. The condom hangs in your hand, and you're so distracted you almost don't hear the way she says, “If you don't be in me in ten seconds, I'll take matters into my own hands.”

That is what snaps you back. No way you're letting her use her fingers, especially when you already have your cock throbbing and leaking because of her.

“Yeah, I'm— I'm working on it, hold on, you impatient—” You stumble and climb back onto the bed, kneeling behind her. Hands a little clumsy as you roll on the condom. It's hard to think when your eyesight gets a little blurry from how horny you are.

“Just— fuck, come on—” Jinx pushes her hips back, and you run your hand over her ass, using your other hand to line yourself up, rubbing the head of your cock against her slit. “Just put it— ah fucking finally—” she gasps out as you push yourself in, bracing your hand on the mattress by her hip.

She's so wet that it's easy to slide your cock in. Her words are all you can hear as you push down a little onto the bed, kneeling down to kiss her shoulder blades. “You're perfect, so good, so perfect, your body, your voice, the way you look—”

“The way I feel?”

A grin curves your mouth into a sharp smile. “Especially the way you feel.” The words are pressed against the arch of her spine, tracing kisses down her back. 

Jinx giggles, which melts to a faint whimper when you snap your hips into her. She reaches back, grabbing your hip and digging into your skin. “Come on, you've done this before, shouldn't you be a bit more— ahh— a little better at it, you shithead.”

You huff out a small laugh. She's already impatient, always is, and you just got inside her. “It's just— it hasn't been that long.” Just a week, to be exact. But still. 

“Then you gotta make up for lost time,” Jinx replies breathily, wiggling her ass to urge you on. “Make it count.”

“Yeah,” you drawl, pulling out your aching, dripping cock until just the tip rests around the edge of her cunt before slamming your whole length back into her glistening hole, making her body jerk forward “I'll make it count.” 

You do it again and again, pulling out and driving yourself back into her, each motion more rigorous. Both hands move to hold her down by her shoulders, pushing her torso against the sheets as you fuck her deeper, burying yourself balls deep inside her.

“That's— that's what I thought— oh, fuck!” Jinx chokes out, eyes fluttering with every thrust. 

Her face is squished into the pillow, the fabric already messed up and damp from her drooling mouth, while her hands grip the sheets, fingers twisting in the cloth. 

She manages to reach out and grip the headboard. “Fuck— I missed your cock, missed you—”

Her voice sounds like she's high. High off your body. High off your cock. You wish like hell you got a record of her pretty mouth saying stuff like that. “Say it again. Tell me how much you missed this. How much you missed me.”

Jinx has the nerve to laugh, or tries to, but it quickly turns into a guttural groan, throat getting rough halfway through. “So, so much,” she says, hips rolling. “I missed you so fucking much. So many nights, alone, wishing you were here, touching me, filling me up— ah, like this.”

You take your hand off her shoulders, grip replaced by your arm wrapped around her chest to keep her balance, pulling her up onto her knees and pushing her against the headboard as you pound into her at such a rough and brutal pace. 

“I missed you too.” you breathe next to her ear, lips tracing the shell. “I'm so fucking stupid for ignoring you.” 

You kiss her shoulder, as if in apology, then slam your hips against hers with enough force to nearly send her head forward and colliding into the wall.

Jinx moans with her mouth hanging open, like she can barely breathe, as she braces herself against the headboard. Fingers digging into the wood so hard, it leaves scratches. She pushes back into you, meeting every single one of your thrusts with her own, forcing herself to take your cock as deep as she can. “Oh, fuck— you're so big— gonna make— fuck, I can't, I can't hold it—”

The heat builds up in your body, something hot and tight in your groin, and you can feel your body start trembling, starting from your toes. “Yeah, me too, baby— come with me, Jinx—”

Jinx leans her head backwards, back against your shoulder, head tilted just enough that your face is nuzzled into her cheek while your cock stretches her open. “T-touch me, please— I need you to touch me.”

You keep your pace, relentless and rough. Your hand leaves her waist, palm cupping her breasts, thumb rubbing over her nipple. The other hand goes down, fingers slipping in between her thighs, finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, small circles, in sync with the rocking of your hips, coaxing her to the edge.

Jinx turns her head, lips barely touching. “Ah, gonna— I'm gonna— oh—” her voice trembles, and she clenches around you before she comes, body arching back and trembling in your grip. Her juices spray all over the sheets, dripping down her thighs. 

You aren't far behind, groaning into her ear as your hips lose rhythm and spilling your load into the condom.

Sighing, Jinx falls forward on the sheets, and you drop your head, resting on her shoulder for a second as both of you try to get air back into your lungs and to bring your heart rate back down. Then Jinx smacks your hip lightly, so gently you pull out, collapsing onto the side with a groan, one arm wrapped around her waist.

You brush some of her hair out of her face, tucking some behind her ear before you lean closer, gently kissing her shoulder. “You okay?” 

Jinx doesn't answer. 

You push yourself up on one elbow, leaning the side of your head on your palm. “Water?” you try again, and this time there is a grunt to let you know that she heard you at least.

Jinx lifts her head and twists a bit to peer at you with one eye. “Yeah. Water sounds good, yeah. Bring me a towel as well, please, I don't want to move, my legs feel like jelly.”

You smile before kissing her shoulder once more, then slip out of bed, tossing the used condom into the garbage on your way to grab what she wants.Once you come back with a glass of water and a washcloth, Jinx has managed to pull herself a bit higher on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. 

You pass her the water first, watching as Jinx greedily gulps it down before she sets it on the nightstand. “Thanks.”

Then you sit down on the edge of the bed and use the washcloth to clean off the rest of her mess.  As you do, your mind drifts to the part you hate. Your feelings for her.

There are a lot of things Jinx could be, but to her core, she is a person obsessed with excitement and thrill. A thrill-seeker. A hedonist. She got bored easily. With her short attention span, it was a matter of time before she found something more interesting than you.

“Hey.” Her voice interrupts your thoughts, and you look up to see her staring at you with a slight frown on her lips “Why are you looking so serious all of a sudden?”

Fuck. 

You force a smile on your face and finish cleaning her up. “Mmmm, no real reason. Just thinking.” When you're done, you crumple up the cloth and toss it on the floor.

Jinx reads through your bullshit instantly, head tilting to the side, eyebrow arching in an oddly innocent, yet knowing gesture, and says “You're bullshitting me.” Then pats the open space on the bed next to her, beckoning you. “Come here.”

You almost roll your eyes affectionately and shift to sit back against the headboard next to her. Jinx scoots closer, resting her head on your shoulder, then drapes her leg over yours.

Jinx presses a kiss on your throat, then smiles when she brushes her nose against the underside of your jaw. “Stop thinking so much,” she says, voice soft in a way that she doesn't usually use. “You know I'm yours, right?”

“I know, but...” Just not the way you want her to be.

She pulls back to look at you, squinting her eyes. “But...?”

“I mean, not in a 'official way',” you say, then press a kiss on her forehead, trying to put up a nonchalant front. “Just a fun, you and me thing, no strings attached, right?” You try to play it off like a joke, as if the mere suggestion of being more than this makes you gag.

Jinx rolls her eyes and pulls out of your grip. “Wow, wow, 'just fun, no strings attached'? You're a dick, you know that?”

Inwardly, you berate yourself for that response, because she's right, that was kind of a dick thing of you to say, but you're so desperate not to have this slip away from you.

You grab her wrist, pulling her back to your side. “I'm just—” you flounder for a moment, “I'm just— I'm worried that you're gonna get tired of this eventually. You get bored of things way too easily—”

Jinx sighs and her face falls, and she looks more exhausted than anything. “And… you think I'm gonna get bored of you somehow?” The last part is spoken with a note of disbelief, then she shakes her head, as if she's trying to brush off some thoughts. “Damn it, dude— you're a complete idiot, you know that? I like you. Like…” she makes a vague, helpless gesture “I actually like your stupid ass and I don't know how to convince you of that.”

Something clenches in your chest, and you're not sure if it's your heart or your stomach, or maybe both, when you look at her. You've spent so long believing that this whole thing is temporary, only something casual, that the thought that you could be more to her never even crossed your mind.

“You—” You swallow, throat suddenly dry. “You like me as a friend... or...?”

She snorts, rolling her eyes again, and it helps the sudden rise of hope in your chest because it's a familiar gesture that you've always known. “Or?” Jinx deadpans. “How are you so smart and so stupid at the same time? Do I have to spell it out for you? Do I really have to say I like you, you thick-head, I'm not just messing around with you to pass the time—”

“No, I get it—” 

Jinx grabs your face in her hands, forcing you to look into her eyes. “I like you, dickhead. I want to be with you. Got it? Do I need to get that through that thick skull of yours? That is not that big of a concept to comprehend, is it? I care. About. You. I don't care if it's casual or official or whatever, I just want you, dumbass.”

You blink and then blink again because holyshitholyshitHOLYSHIT. It's just so insane how quickly everything you thought you'd figured out gets turned on its head, and all you're left with is trying to figure out how you were so dumb, so blind, so stupid-

Jinx is looking at you like that, all fierce and determined and beautiful, and that's when you remember that you should probably say something.

You're not the best with words, but you're so desperate to get everything straight to not lose her, so you grab her hips and pull her into your lap, wrapping your arms around her bare waist, and press your face into the crook of her shoulder.

Jinx huffs out a soft laugh, then wraps her legs around your waist, arms around your neck. “I like you, idiot. Not just as a friend. And if you ever say 'casual' and 'no strings attached' to me again, I'm strangling you with my bare hands—” she pauses when she feels something underneath “—why'd you get a boner all of a sudden, you dipshit?”

“That, uh—” You're a smart person, smart enough to know that your body's basic biological needs have… a very short and simple function, but it's still kind of embarrassing to have your body out of you like this. “Sorry, I couldn't help it, so just ignore it, please—”

“Are you serious? we're having a heartfelt conversation here and you get a boner like a fucking teenager? Like I said, idiot.” her fingers run over your collarbone, nails dragging lightly over bare skin. “And you're telling me to ignore it, as if it's not poking at me right now.”

“I can't help it if my dick has the shittiest timing, alright? It's not like I can just shut it down like a switch— mhmm fuck—” 

Jinx grinds her hips down in your lap. The wetness between her legs rubs against your length.

You swear to whatever god there may be, there is, because it takes everything you have not to make some kind of pathetic whimpering sound at the friction against your still-hard cock.

“Jinx, baby, you have to stop. I-I can't focus if you do that. I can't think straight if you're—”

“So don't think then, idiot. You're just thinking too much with that brain of yours again.” Jinx wraps her hand around your cock, then you almost choke when she moves, shifting until it's pressed firmly against her slit. “Just shut up for once, and just think with your dick.”

“You're— you're not even tired?”

“Not yet.” Jinx grins and gives your cock a little squeeze. “I can be good for more than one round, thought you already knew that.”

Holy shit…how long was she expecting you to last if you already know she's planning to wring you out like a goddamn towel? One of these days, your dick's going to have an actual heart attack from all the abuse it's been getting from her over the years, and you're never going to get it back up again.

You swallow at the thought, and she laughs under her breath at whatever face you must be making. “I did know that, but you were complaining about your legs feeling like jelly, so I just assumed you'd—”

“Shut up, I can do this,” Jinx says, and suddenly lifts herself up on her knees, using your shoulders for balance. “Shut up, okay? I need to make my point, get it through to you, that I like you. How I want to be with you. Not just a casual thing—”

“Wait, let me get the—”

“No. Let's just do it.”

…

“…without it?”

“Without it… if that's okay."

You don't think you've ever nodded that fast in your life. All you want is to prove to her over and over that you like her back, no strings attached or not.

“Good.” Jinx presses a kiss right on your cheek. “Now that we know that you're not just a dumbfuck with a pretty face,” she purrs, “how about you live up to the hype and pound me into the mattress until I can't walk, hmm?”

Her words go straight to your aching, throbbing cock, and that's when you realize that she is going to drive you to an early grave. “I think— I think I can manage that. But… um—” You lick your lips, eyes darting down to stare at her chest. “Turn around, please.”

Jinx smiles and pecks your lips in a quick kiss, then spins around, facing away from you. So fucking hot. She knows it too, throwing you a smug smile over her shoulder. Hands resting on your legs to support herself. 

Jinx raises herself up, takes your cock in her hand again, and runs the head of it through her slick folds before she lowers herself, sinking all the way down until you fill her up.

You throw your back against the headboard, head resting against the hard wood with a thunk. “Oh, fuck, Jinx—”

The condom's been a barrier for so long, you can't believe you're getting to feel her like this. Your bare cock buried deep inside her pussy is the best thing you've ever felt. Now it makes sense why she wanted to do it this way.

“Thought you said you wanted to make me live up to that dick, and now you're trying to make me lose it immediately?”

She has the audacity to giggle, followed by a soft sigh of pleasure, as she begins rocking her hips back and forth, squeezing tight around your cock. Your hands move up to grip the sharp edge of her hip bones while your eyes roam over her body. She keeps taking your length, adjusting to your size until she finally gets the hang of her rhythm. 

Jinx leans forward, back bent, ass pushed out, like she's making sure you can get a damn good view of how well she's taking you, your dick stretching her pussy out, all red and swollen, wet and shiny with her juice.

She looks back at you, eyes heavy-lidded, lips pressed to a wicked smile. “So... is this a good argument so far?”

You can only let out a groan. You have to admit, she's got a really, really strong argument, and you're going to let her rub it in.

“I'm taking that as a 'yes.'” Jinx chuckles, breathless from the cock spearing her open. “You seem to understand things better when you have concrete evidence right in front of you, hm? Maybe if I do it every day, things will finally stick in that thick skull of yours.”

You nod dumbly, too focused on the way her ass jiggles whenever it hits your pelvis. “Uh-huh. Y-you make a really good point. I need a lot of, uh, visual aids to get it into my thick skull. And practice. Lots of, um, practice. Maybe, uh, once a day or twice or— or god, maybe even three times if we really tried.”

The laugh you get out of her is worth your shitty attempt at dirty talk, and her mouth spreads into a cocky grin. “Maybe? 'Maybe'? Baby, I think we could do three times a day minimum and that's not even factoring all the other fun things I can do.”

You shiver at the images her words put in your head. “Y-yeah. We're... really gonna need to work on my stamina, too. And, like... my willpower. And... patience, yeah. God, your pussy is really gonna test all of those, isn't it—”

Jinx laughs again, which turns into a sharp gasp. She likes that. You get the impression that maybe you're learning how to say the right things. 

She starts to move faster, thighs burning as she keeps grinding and bouncing on your cock, riding you for all she's worth, nails sinking into your legs.

You bring both of your hands down to her ass, giving it a pat, which turns into a squeeze, then you pull her cheeks apart, spreading her wide. The pad of your thumb circles around her rim, watching how it twitch.

“You like that?” and when you press your thumb closer to her rim, like you're thinking of trying to push into that tight little hole, Jinx clenches, clamping down so hard, you can't help but groan.

“Like it? I'd be offended if you haven't noticed that I love it by now.” She clenches again to make her point. “Are you— are going to play with me like that all night, or are you going to do something more with that— ah!” She gasps when your hand spanks down on her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint across her pale skin. 

“Sorry— does it h—”

“Harder,” Jinx demands, arching her back, and you're not even really surprised when she says, “Spank me, you coward,” over her shoulder. 

Not missing a beat, you bring your hand down and smack her ass again and again and again, leaving an even redder mark. With each smack, her walls constrict, inner muscles clenching around your dick. The sound of your hand against her ass is the only thing you can hear, bouncing off the walls. 

Jinx's arms falter, dropping to her forearms as she fucks herself on your cock, one hand gripping the edge of the bed, bouncing faster and faster that you can hardly follow, as if she's going to crush you against the mattress underneath her. Your eyes dart down, seeing the other hand between her legs, and she rubs at her clit furiously, chasing that high.

“Ah, fuck— I think I'm gonna—” then, suddenly, she goes tense, her breathing hitches, and for a horrifying second you think you're in trouble, but then—Jinx cries out, and you realize she's coming, body shuddering and legs shaking. 

Grabbing both of her hips, you lift her up and meet her with the snap of your own, fucking the orgasm out of her. After her high, you pull out, and Jinx is left overstimulated and trembling.

You sit up, then wrap an arm around her middle, pulling her flushed back against your chest, hands caressing over her ribcage. 

Jinx huffs but goes still, and you kiss the side of her neck, lips traveling up to her jaw, finally landing on her ear. 

“Are you okay?”

She nods vaguely, catching her breath, then, a breathy laugh escapes her. “You didn't finish.”

“Yeah, can you help me?” you ask. “Please?”

“Mmmm.” Jinx's response sounds more like a purr, and she leans back in your grip, head tilting to the side, exposing more of her throat to your mouth, which presses more kisses to her skin. At your words, she says, “So polite,” the words are half-teasing and half-grateful. 

Her hand drifts down between her legs, grabbing the base of your shaft, her palm already a bit slick. “How—” she pauses to rub over your sensitive head with her fingers, sliding up and down the length, smearing the mess of her juices on your skin. “How do you want it, baby?”

You bite her earlobe at the pet name, fingers drifting from her hip, tracing over her skin, all the way down to her inner thigh. “...I wanna see you. Want to look at you.”

Jinx smiles before pressing one final kiss on your cheek. “Okay” She wriggles out of your grip, then rolls to the side, flopping onto the bed, bracing one hand on the headboard, the other on the mattress. She spreads her legs, giving you a view of her glistening slit, beckoning you to crawl over her.

You settle yourself between her legs, taking one of the pillows and shoving it under her ass. One of your hands grabs the back of her knee, pushing them forward until it's up, while the other strokes your cock, running the tip through her folds to gather some of her juices. 

Jinx bites down on her own lip as she shifts her hips, trying to get you to finally push into her. “Would you stop playing with yourself and put it in already? I'm literally right here. I have a perfectly good pussy that's wasted.”

Her words are as filthy as your thoughts, which, if possible, gets you even harder. Leaning forward, you take your hand off your dick and rest it on the pillow next to her head, using it as leverage while slowly pushing your hips forward, sinking back into her pussy. Her velvety walls clench around your girth as you drive deep into her from tip to hilt.

“You all right? Does this— Is it good?” you ask when you're all the way in.

“I think— I think you know the answer by now, baby.” Jinx lifts her hands to grab at your shoulders and locks her ankles behind your back, trying to pull you down. You let her, settling onto your elbows before you press a kiss on her shoulder.

Every sound that escapes her mouth—the ragged breathing, the gasps and sighs, the way Jinx moans your name—makes you go faster, deeper, and with every hard thrust, her breath turns hotter, heavier. You lean back just to watch the rhythmic bouncing of Jinx's breasts as you repeatedly drill yourself deeper inside her.

Goosebumps erupt on her skin as Jinx adjusts to your pace. A slender hand slides from your shoulders to your waist; she grips the edge of your shirt and drags it up to your mouth, keeping it out of the way. 

Your eyes meet hers, then bite the fabric, holding it with your teeth. The muscles in her stomach jump and move with each snap of your hips as you keep hammering into her relentlessly. 

Jinx presses her hand against your stomach, your abdomen tightens at the touch. “Fuck, you look so—” she breathes, tongue licking her lips. “You're so hot—” Her gaze moves, drifting away from your face to watch herself take you in, cock disappearing inside of her again and again. “You're— hah— too damn big. I can't— aah— I could see you under my stomach when you're this deep. You fill me up so well.”

Your teeth let go of the shirt, letting it fall onto her breasts. Her comment makes you shiver, the praise of her words causing you to bury your face into her neck. 

With her legs still wrapped around you, you thrust forward, knees and elbows digging into the mattress to spread her thighs wide open while you fuck her deeper, making sure Jinx takes your entire length, your balls slapping against her skin.

You pound into her with such force that the bed begins to rock, banging against the wall. The sound of the headboard scraping into the wall should probably make you worry, but the way she clenches around you is worth whatever you'll have to pay in repair costs.

The hand on your stomach slides lower, then a finger dips into her slick. Jinx rubs her own swollen clit, and you hear her wince. Too sensitive. You push your body back up, bracing on one elbow, then swat her hand, replacing it with your own, circling her clit with your fingers.

A long whine escapes her, and she tosses her head to the side when you apply more pressure to her sensitive, needy little bud. “Mmphh— baby, j-just like that!” Jinx gasps out back arching, pushing her chest up to meet yours.

You clench your jaw, cock twitching and pulsing inside her as you feel the heat pooling deep and spreading from your groin, through your stomach, up to your chest, and to the tips of your ears. “Jinx, I don't think I can last much longer—”

Jinx pulls your head down by the back of your neck and bites the crook of your shoulder. “Inside me— I want it, want it all, want to feel you— come on, fill me up. Make me yours.”

Hearing how she needs you, how much she wants you in her, is like a snap. The fingers around her swollen clit start to move faster, circling, rubbing, trying to match the pace of your thrusts.

Jinx comes in a matter of seconds, body shaking and legs trembling, hissing from the overstimulation. You follow soon after, gripping the sheets as you come inside her, yet you keep going, shoving back every drop of your cum that tries to spill out of her.

It's not until Jinx lightly pushes you off your shoulder that you finally stop. You slump forward, face first into the pillow next to her, breathing heavily.

Jinx shifts under you, laughing softly, then presses a kiss against your temple and says, “…Did I make my point clear, dumbass?” The only response you can give is a tired grunt, which makes her laugh again.

After gathering enough energy to lift your body from hers, you slide your cock out, then look down at the cum dripping from her and down the sheets.

Jinx looks at you and waggles her eyebrows like it's a game. She then reaches down to scoop the cum that's leaking from her, bringing those same fingers up to her lips. She sticks her fingers into her mouth and sucks them clean, moaning around them while keeping eye contact with you, as if the taste of your cum mixed with hers is her new favorite thing.

“Gross,” you manage to say, but it's more reflex than anything. There's no disgust, because the sight of her enjoying the way you taste on her tongue does something to you, which is how Jinx ends up laughing again and pinching your cheek. You huff and collapse onto the space next to her.

Jinx gets up and crawls over you, straddling your hips. You let out a sigh at her weight. “Come on...” she coos. “I still have a lot more visual aids to show you.” She leans back, hands bracing on your thighs, and the smile on her face makes you roll your eyes to the heavens.

“You're—” You swallow, blinking a few times. “You're... a really, really persuasive person. I don't think I have any more cum left in me...”

“Mmm, really now?” Jinx asks, and the sly glance she gives your dick tells you it wasn't a genuine question more than a challenge. “I think you've got plenty for me to play with.”

“Uh...” You glance down at your cock, eyes widening to see that it's hardening again despite just having come. “You're a bad influence on this body part, did you know that?”

“No, I didn't,” she drawls, eyes darkening as she watches your shaft harden in front of her. “But I'm definitely going to make a note of that.” The tip of her finger brushes up the length of your growing cock. “Looks like I'm doing a good job convincing that last bit of your brain that it can't live without me. I should work harder on the rest.”

“You're just— God. If I die from exhaustion tomorrow, you're paying for my burial.”

jinx:

[thehouseofurmotha]

Shinsou dating Aizawa's daughter head cannons :)

Pairing: Shinsou x Aizawa!Reader

I'm also working on a soulmate au with Shinsou 🤭 I fear he may be my favorite

• You and him meet when Aizawa asks you to spar with him, as you both have quirks that are less equipped for close range combat. You're in class 1-A too which is the class Shinsou would most likely join when he ends up in the hero course so it just made sense.

• You whoop his ass, he's immediately in love. He thinks you're extremely skilled and talented and pretty much begs you to help train him with your dad.

• Maybe it's because he wants to see you more often, but you don't need to know that.

• You ultimately agree and you and Shinsou pretty muuuuch become besties.

• But this is not enough for this man because he is absolutely enamored with you.

• One day while the two of you are sparing, your father leaves to go get another cup of coffee. And at this point he finally manages to pin you to the ground.

• For whatever reason he decides this is the best time to shoot his shot and is like, "Go on a date with me?" While he's just casually got you pinned to the ground.

• You don't manage to give him an answer before your dad gets back, but after you get up and brush yourself off you look at him and mouth a simple 'yes'.

• He smiles like a madman at this and your father looks at him and asks him what he's smiling about. He quickly goes back to his normal tired resting face with a quick nothing.

• Aizawa def thinks this is weird but he decides not to press any father. He feels bad pressing kids to tell him something they don't really have to.

• You guys go on a few dates before you officially start dating. Your father definitely notices that something about the two of you has changed but he doesn't realize that it has to do with the two of you being together.

• He finds out when he walks into your room while you and Shinsou were supposed to be just hanging out and watching a movie. Which he didn't find odd because the two of you had become fast friends with the friendly competition of sparring. But as he walks into your room to ask the two of you want for dinner he finds the two of you making out.

• He IMMEDIATELY kicks Shinsou out of your guys apartment. He isn't really mad that you guys are together he's just mad that you hid it from him and he had to find out like this.

• You guys have a very long conversation about being safe, and he definitely calls Midnight to handle most of it because he thinks he might just simply pass out from embarrassment. (You as well)

• He tells you he doesn't really care as long as you're happy. But this man does not let Shinsou live it down.

• Bro is fighting for his life during training the next day being worked so hard.

• Shinsou eventually gets back on your dad's good side and he comes over for weekly dinners.

I fear I may have an obsession with dadzawa.. and Shinsou.. I'm simply js a girl though. Anyways I hope you enjoyed :) <3 happy reading!

[dendroseelie]

unfamiliar feelings | kinich x reader

kinich turns up at your door injured, with an apology and feelings he's not familiar with

word count - 1.8k+

pairing - kinich x reader

warnings - mentions of blood

author's note: uhhh hello genshinblr, i'm veryyy new on here :) and this is my first work on here! i would love it if you could interact - however you'd like, and i would especially love it if you share your thoughts on it! it's a little more rushed than i would have preferred. i've been under the weather but i wanted to put something out at least sooo here it is :) a lil some thing on my fav boy lately heheh anyway feel free to drop in and leave a request if you'd like :) side note folks: saliva is actually good for healing your wounds so don't forget to make out with ur crush when your lips get busted lol

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“Did I wake you?”

Kinich’s voice is quieter than usual as you open the door to him at some 2:13 am in the night. The shadows being cast upon his face make it difficult for you to see his expressions but the tremble of his body sparks concern through you.

“Kinich, what are you doing here?”

Kinich lets out a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper. You step forward as he teeters on his feet, arms wrapping around his torso in support. A gasp leaves your mouth as his body moves from under the shadows and into the soft night light. Blood. Blood and cuts over his face. You’re horrified even more when you realize that you feel some wetness under your hand where your arm wraps around him.

“Uh, I needed some help,” Kinich mutters, body tense as he tries not to lean all his weight on you.

Kinich never asks for help. Things could go awry in a million ways, but Kinich refused to rely on anyone. His pride as most people say, or perhaps his past, as you think, stops him from ever leaning on someone. So to find him at your doorstep at two in the middle of the night, asking for help - must mean it's serious. And that makes your heart sink.

You hurry and tug him inside - he stumbles along.

“What happened?” Your voice drips with concern, the haze that usually slips in with the dwindling hours of the night completely fades.

You carefully aid him to sit on the small couch in your living room and turn to flip on the lights. The sight that greets you as you turn back to face him, makes you freeze in your tracks. “Kinich…”

His lip is busted and there’s a cut above his eyebrow, blood dripping along the side of his face. Your eyes move lower and see a gash over his chest and on the side of his torso. A deep ache squeezes through your heart and you rush into motion.

This is not how you last saw Kinich earlier in the afternoon when you had gotten into an argument, as always, about a commission he accepted. It was not out of the ordinary for you and Kinich to not see eye to eye about how you wanted to do things. This, in general, led to a lot of squabbles - however much of it Kinich would even entertain at all really.

Over the years, you and Kinich had developed somewhat of a friendship, at least whatever semblance of a friendship Kinich allows himself the privilege of. You spent a lot of time hanging out - you, him and Mualani were often found together. And between Mualani’s enthusiasm and his lack thereof, you were somewhere in the middle, somewhere more within Kinich’s comfort zone. And if you were being completely honest…you had grown something similar to a soft spot for this guy over the years. That did not mean Kinich did not frustrate you to the end of your wits.

Either way, holding fondness and affection for Kinich felt like extreme sports given the way he lived - uncaring of how things affected himself and in turn others. The boy was notorious for the way he seemed to hold no concern about his well-being and his tendency to accept dangerous, risky commissions that often felt like he was putting his safety on the line. To add to your worry, he was also hellbent on not accepting help.

So to no one’s surprise when he accepted another commission this morning - one which required him to into a particularly dangerous part of the wildlife all alone - you had gotten into an argument, a more serious one. You were trying to convince him to not take it up. The area was infamous for aggressive saurians and even some ruthless treasure hoarders who were not kind to ‘trespassers’. Kinich refused to drop the commission, insistent on doing it. When you suggested that he take someone along, another experienced adventurer, he had shut you down.

“This commission is paying good money. Sharing the commission means splitting the money, I don’t want to do that.” You doubt that was the only reason, he just did not want additional help, as always. Typical Kinich.

When you offered to tag along, pushing him to let you accompany him he had glared at you. Eyes fierce, words spiteful - “Y/N, you’re only going to make this trip more difficult for me. I don’t need an additional burden to look out for. And can you stop hovering around me like I’m a stupid kid? For Archon’s sake, stop doing that.”

His words had stung. Tears had quickly spring to your eyes and you had looked away from Kinich. So many thoughts rushed into your mind - were you overbearing? Did you bother him too much? He looked so frustrated. Did he dislike you? Just an inconvenience. A burden.

You had swallowed the hurt and nodded. “Okay…” You had whispered, before turning and breaking into a sprint toward your home. He hadn’t stopped you and you didn’t wait around to see the guilt slip into his eyes, fingers twitching by his side aching to stop you and apologize. But he didn’t. You went home and he went on the commission.

You’d come home and cried for some time, eyes red and swollen by the time Mualani came to check in on you in the evening. You didn’t tell her why, but she figured something had happened between you and Kinich. She kept you company and tried cheering you up with some gossip from her clan and stories from the market. After dinner, she had left and you had gotten into bed early with a book to keep your mind off the boy.

Now, you stood over the same boy who sat on your couch bloodied and bruised. You carefully yet swiftly assess the severity of his wounds before you head back into your bathroom to fetch your first aid box. You quickly sit in front of him. His face is contorted in pain and it tugs at your heartstrings.

“Can you help me take your shirt off? This one seems bad, let’s look at this first.”

Kinich murmurs his agreement and sits up straight to assist you in unzipping his top. Your hands come in contact with the bare skin of his shoulders as you push off the black fabric. Kinich trembles beneath your touch. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

The gash across his abdomen comes into view as Kinich collapses back against the couch and you suck in a deep breath at the sight. “Kinich… What the fuck did you get into?”

You quickly get into work, sanitizing the area and cleaning it up with antiseptic wipes to get a better look at the wound. It doesn’t seem deep enough to require stitches but it’s bad enough to scar. Bad enough for the blood to have soaked through his top. “I think you should check with the town healer tomorrow, Kinich.”

“It’s okay, I don’t think it’s that bad,” he said, all the while wincing at the sting of the alcohol. His muscles ripple under your touch, goosebumps littering his skin as you work. 

You press your lips, holding back your words. Ever so stubborn. You wanted to avoid a repeat of the afternoon, now was not the time. You work in silence after that, the only sound being that of Kinich’s winces and the sharp breaths he sucks in through his teeth.

After you bandage his abdomen securely enough, you move on to the wounds on his face. You watch his face closely before leaning in. Your own breath stutters at the proximity and you find yourself clearing your throat as you apply ointment over his eyebrow.

Kinich’s eyes never leave you. His gaze seems fixed upon you. As you move on to cleaning his busted lips, he catches your eyes and the intense look in his makes your movements pause.

“What?” You ask, heat burning your cheeks.

“I’m sorry. For what I said… Earlier in the day.”

You nod, movements resuming as you dab the cotton ball to his lip. “You should be.”

You retract your touch, reaching out for the ointment. Kinich’s hand shoots up to grab yours. “Y/N… I truly am sorry.” He sighs. A pained expression flickers through his face and you’re almost worried his pain is getting worse but then he takes in a deep breath. He schools his expressions, eyes fluttering shut for a second before the sun-like gaze is back on yours. “I- I’m not the best at this. At asking for help or simply accepting it. I’m- I’m not familiar with having someone…someone caring for me the way you do. I’ve learned to be alone. I had to learn to be alone very early on and you know why.” He looks away, cheeks flushing pink. “Sometimes I don’t know what to do with the care you show for me. It’s not something I’m used to, not something I know. B-but I do know that I like that you care. I like that you look out for me. And I want to do the same for you.”

“Kinich…”

“I’m not that dense, Y/N. I know a thing or two about feelings. But…I’m sorry that I’m not too good at knowing what to do with these feelings. So…I wanted to start with apologizing.”

“Apology accepted.” You smile, fingers aching to touch. So you do. You raise your palm to cup his cheek, making him meet your gaze. “You were an absolute dick to me earlier and I did not like how you spoke to me. I care about you Kinich. So, so deeply. I know feelings like this are…well, daunting to come to terms with. But, they’re something I want to share with you.”

A small smile curves onto his lips. He shifts his face to press a kiss into the inside of the palm on his cheek. A shiver runs through you at the feather-light brush of his lips. Your eyes zero in on his mouth. Kinich’s smile deepens. His hand reaches out, slipping under your hair, settling on the nape of your neck, your eyes flitter close. He tugs you closer before you can figure out what’s happening. His lips press into yours, and something warm erupts beneath your ribcage, blooming through you like the first, soft rays of dawn splitting through the clouds. You lean in closer, angling your head so you can get a better taste of what lingers upon his soft, soft lips. Kinich’s lips are so soft. He tastes like honey, the rawest kind - sweet and bitter at the same time. There’s a hint of blood, you realize belatedly as your teeth graze the plushness of his bottom lip. The hiss of pain leaving him is what makes you pull apart. Both your lips are glistening with spit, swollen and redder. 

“Sorry,” you whisper abashedly, unable to meet his eyes. “Uh, I forgot about that, let me just put on the ointment.”

As you fidget to fish out the long-forgotten ointment, Kinich stops you for the second time that night. A lop-sided smirk perched upon his inviting lips, eyes mirthful. “Well,” he begins as he tugs you closer. “You know what they say about the healing properties of saliva…”

“Kinich!”

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 065 - Lovesick! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: Revenge◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part 2 ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

[ Delulu Jinwoo? How about Delulu E-rank faced Jinwoo? Complete loser awkward Sung Jinwoo. Murder, Bullying, Violence. This is a work of fiction do not imitate. ]

╰┈➤ ❝ [ A Knight Soaked In Blood ] ¡! ❞

Jinwoo since that day where he had a mental breakdown that spring morning— Had become suspiciously more clingy around you. He never left your side in school, its to the point you're convinced if he could he's follow you to the school washroom.

Thankfully he seems sane enough to control himself when you need your own private time? Otherwise? He's now your tail.

Like, your actually tail.

But you can't really say no to him, could you?

With those adorable bright grey eyes twinkling like a meek puppy whenever you look over at his direction, and the fluffy ebony locks bouncing about when he gets a bit excited around you— How can you resist him?

Jinwoo just seemed like he needed more of your attention, and nothing hurts with spoiling him with that. After all, you get to see more of his reactions.

How he would blush to the tip of his ears, his hand rubbing the back of his nape whenever he becomes a bit too bashful, and his voice that cracks a little when talking to you due to how excited he is just interacting with you.

꒰ . . . . ꒱

"Strawberry milk... Banana milk... and some cream bread... Yeah this should be good" Jinwoo mumbles as he holds the items in his arms.

He wanted to share the food with you. It's a habit he developed. He just wanted to stuff you full of yummy treats ever since he regressed.

Nothing matters more than your happiness in his eyes.

"She's such a weirdo isn't she? Always hanging out with Jinwoo even though he's unimpressive." He hears a voice from the other side of the vending machine.

"I guess her type are losers? Pfft... No wonder she barely has any other friends."

"Birds of a feather flock together, no?"

"Anyway, how about we join the other girls later for karaoke?"

"Sure!"

"....Woo..."

"Jinwoo?"

Jinwoo perks up as he finished recalling the memory from just a few minutes earlier. He had it on loop in his head the whole time as you busily munched on the bread he had come back with.

"Yeah? Sorry." He rubs his eyes, taking a deep breath before fondly glancing over your direction. "I'm a little distracted today"

"You're normally not like this" You tilt your head, curious as to why Jinwoo is more out of it than usual.

He reached a finger out, gently removing bread crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a touch that isn't hiding his affection at all, "I just stayed up late last night,"

"Argh, what a hypocrite" You playfully scold him, huffing and puffing as if you're a mother that is upset at her son's misdeeds "You always scold me when I stay up late but here you are playing games all night!"

Well, he isn't about to deny the fact that he is playing games. It's just not games people in this time and age would be playing. No, not at all, who else would be dealing with gates as a hobby?

He often messed around with the monsters as if he were a bored toddler tossing and ripping his playthings limb by limb just to watch. Or maybe he'd purposely watch them struggle all for his own amusement.

Nothing in this age really entertains him minus the cute and adorable expressions you make to him. Whether you're upset, happy, or sad— The faces you make never ceases to make him feel more attached to you than he already is.

Jinwoo couldn't really indulge in you before he regressed, responsibilities were thrust into him out of nowhere. The role of a patriarch he had to fill in when his father disappeared— The burden of carrying his family on his two weary shoulders will always be heavy but a responsibility he would never refuse in any lifetime.

He had neglected you.

The person who filled his youth in blissful joy and innocence.

He spent his summers playing with you by the beach shoreline, running along the path of the waters kissing the golden sands and picking up any amusing trinkets you found on the way.

After school hagwons are often consumed with the both of you on date nights messing around in a samgyupsal restaurant or just hanging out right outside a convenience store, but most often you two are often alone in an empty park for casual talks and unspoken intimacy of two souls yearning for eachother.

In this regression of his, in this second chance—

Jinwoo absolutely refuses to let you go through the brutal bullying you had gone through during this time of your youth.

"Go home early tonight, okay?" He smiles gently, his boyish smile sending your heart jolting at how endearing it was. "You need to rest early tonight so you have energy to be hyper tomorrow."

"What am I, a kid?" You pout at his gentle chiding, hopeless at how he effortlessly diverted the conversation from his hypocrisy to you being told to follow an early sleep curfew. "I'm old enough to have my own sleep schedule."

"Then don't come whining to me tomorrow that you didn't sleep well because you chose to get shut-eye at 2:00 am" He scoffed, pinching your cheek.

"Stupid mushroom head..." You swat his hand away. "Fine, fine! You owe me tteokbokki tomorrow..."

Jinwoo cocks an eyebrow up but decides to humor you, "Anything else?"

"Some shortcakes! Oh and macarons!... Some ice cream too"

"...Don't come crying to me once your belly swells"

"Sung Jinwoo!"

꒰ . . . . ꒱

Class resumed shortly after your bickering with Jinwoo. Of course, the subjects were unbearably painful to listen to. You held back dozing off during the whole afternoon.

Somehow, you had survived long enough until dismissal and of course Jinwoo escorts you back home. He quietly listens to all your rants about the nagging teachers and the unnecessarily hard projects and assignments. Not to mention finals was next month.

He listened on and on until you were both at your doorstep. Of course, you are reluctant to part with him, but with enough reassuranceㅡ You finally go inside somewhere safe and a place where he no linger has to worry about your well-being.

"Bellion." Jinwoo calls out, his voice now flat and devoid of any trace of affection he had talking to you from earlier. "Did you find the brats?"

"Yes, my liege" The undead soldier replies as his floating head hovered over his master's shoulder. "The targets are all located and in a single environment, all six individuals you have been keeping tabs on are together."

"Good" He hums. "Her nightmares will end today"

꒰ . . . . ꒱

Dizzying neon lights, booming speakers, beer and cigarettes teenagers that are illegal to use yet they do it anyway. It’s the peak of teenagehood… In their opinion anyway.

Drugs, sex, drama, only the losers are missing out on enjoying their youth.

Hence why they relished in belittling and destroying everyone else’s days just because they can and are entitled to it. The law doesn’t really apply to them, just slay a pretty penny, agressive parents that can never believe their children can ever do wrong and the typical: “They are too young for this! They have a life ahead of them! Teenagers are just being teenagers!” — Yeah, everyone gets the point.

Jinwoo was lucky enough that those assholes never bothered him in his younger days no matter how wimpy he looks. He just a oided them and never interacted with any of them.

That wasn’t the case for the person he cherishes the most.

While they relished in throwing their life away, the person Jinwoo loved more than life would have an awful breakdown all alone when she experienced one of the most traumatizing bullying ever.

The scars they gave her remained even in her adulthood where she overthinks every little thing and every little conversation that she doubted him no matter how sincere he was. She was as suicidal as she is because she believed no one would actually love her for who she is and giving her life up for the sake others will be the only salvation and worth she’ll ever find in herself.

And Sung Jinwoo absolutely refuses to go down another lifetime of him losing the love of his life.

And as the booming music continues to echo in the karaoke room, the door creaks open to reveal Jinwoo donning his black hoodie over his head to avoid the cameras.

“What the fuck?” Mincheol curses out, groaning as he had to stop kissing his 4th girlfriend for the week.

“Oppa, is that a friend?” Hana asks.

“Friend?” He laughs,

“Oh, it’s Jinyoung? Jinyeok?” Byeong-ho smiles, throwing an arm around Jinwoo’s shoulder. “Hey, buddy, the fuck are you out here for? Shit, is it about the groupings projects? I’m working on it man, so get outta here, yeah?”

“Get that fucker out, argh, ruining my fucking mood” Mincheol cursed, throwing a beer bottle on Jinwoo’s feet that shattered upon impact, “Heym you fucking nutcase! Can’t you fucking see I’m busy trying to get fucking laid? What the hell are you here for, huh?! Are you begging me to fucking kill you?!”

“Kill me?…” A scoff leaves his lips, finding the idea ridiculous. “You think a bastard junkie like you can lay a hand on me?”

His grey eyes look up daringly at Mincheol, hollow and devoid of anything.

“This fucking—“

“There are 7 of you here,” Jinwoo grabs Byeonghoon’s hand around him and crushed it, prompting the teenager to cry out and collapse on the floor, “2 boys that pervertedly touch her when she was in sixth grade, 3 girls that made her elementary life and absolute hellhole for her to live in, and the remaining 2 girls that poured grape juice all over the brand new uniform she got in the weekend.”

“What the hell is he even talking about?” Hana curses, rolling her eyes as she fixed her hair on the reflection of her phone. “Oppa, can you deal with him?”

“You’ll regret ever being alive” Mincheol spat, aiming at Jinwoo neck but it seemed…

That suddenly he is looking at the ceiling.

“Sure,” Jinwoo said, his heel pressing down on Mincheol’s chest as the teenager cried and struggled. “See if you can make a dent on me, really. I mean it sincerely.”

“Make me suffer something that is more painful than seeing your beloved die over and over all while you’re helpless and watching her demise repeatedly.”

If it weren’t for Jinwoo’s goddamn strength that didn’t go away even with his regression— He wouldn’t hold back. Unfortunately he can’t kill anyone in here because where would the fun be?

Isn’t living itself more painful than death?

Why should he be merciful and give them eternal sleep when they wound the heart of someone absolutely precious?

Mercy is not something these people deserve.

Blood splatters paint the walls, whether it’d be the boys or the girls. Jinwoo didn’t care. He even brought scissors.

Not to stab them with it of course. He grabbed Hana, Yumi, and Eun-yeong’s hairs and snipped them off in uneven chunks. Beating up their faces that laughed and snickered at her is not enough, he has to damage their appearances for the full effect of despair.

He stands in the middle of bloodied and mangled teenagers, blood splatters everywhere but on him. Mincheol could only helplessly watch as he witnessed a man akin to the devil himself.

Because how can you wrap your head around such blatant disregard for life? How could and emotionless those empty bloodthirsty orbs of his?

He could only stare wide eyed, with what little he can see at least as both of his eyes are swollen while he creates a pool of rancid urine on the floor mixing with the coppery smell of blood.

“Should be enough” Jinwoo hums to himself as he glances up at the bloody faces on the floor and the weeping girls mourning their carefully pampered hair strands scattered on the floor. “Of course, I do so very hope that each and every one of you have a good night’s rest.”

꒰ . . . . ꒱

They had attempted to report Jinwoo to the school, when it didn't work they turned to the police who looked at the parents and kids as if they all grew a third heard.

Jinwoo, who is scrawny and meek, with no record on his papers nor did any classmate would testify against him as an aggressive person. Any attempts of bribing anyone to lie were all met with silence.

After all, can you convict someone who has nothing but goodwill from the people around him?

He came from an ordinary family, his father is a firefighter— Meanwhile the people blaming him are all elites.

So who would believe them?

It was a clear case of the rich stomping on the less fortunate for their own amusement regardless of the truth.

"Madame, I'm sorry, but for the last time Jinwoo is a very good child. He has decent grades and has never gotten into trouble, your son must have been mistaken" The principal pinches the bridge of his nose as Mincheol's mother went off of him, "Your kid must have mistaken him for someone else, students built as scrawny as Jinwoo isn't uncommon amongst their age group."

"This is absurd!" She continues to scream regardless while Mincheol came out of the office for a breather.

He wanted to knock something over— Until he hears a familiar voice beside him.

"I told you, didn't I?" Jinwoo smiles coolly, as if he had been enjoying him and his friends making a fool out of themselves trying to get him to face his crimes, "No one will believe you no matter how much you try"

"You fucking" Mincheol raises his fist, only to be met with the same hollow, empty and dead grey eyes that had been haunting his dreams as of late.

"You haven't learned your lesson yet?" He asks, opting the teenager to falter back onto his back when Jinwoo reached out to him.

He shut his eyes, completely ready to receive another punch but the shorter boy only dusted off his collar while saying, "Kids like you are rotten to the core, you never really change until you experience something near death."

Mincheol was suddenly yanked down, his gaze now forced to meet Jinwoo's lilac eyes that glows eerily, "It's someone's special day today, so I'll give one of her presents through you and your little army of shitheads."

"Jinwoo?"

Your voice cuts through the air, immediately opting Jinwoo to shove Mincheol back onto the wall as his wicked gaze turned gentle and loving the moment he looked at your direction. It was as if he wasn't the same person who had bloodied him and his friends weeks ago and that he would never have such a bloodthirsty gaze like he did earlier.

Duality is dangerous, and Sung Jinwoo was an expert in being two-faced.

"Is he messing with you again, I swear to god—" You were about to approach Mincheol until Jinwoo gently wraps his arm around your waist and drags you away with little strength. "Hey, hey! Let me go! I need to punch that bastard!"

"Not worth it, let's just go" Jinwoo shakes his head as he grabs your bag to sling over his shoulder, "Leave it alone"

"But that bastard and his friends have been messing you for two weeks now!" You cry out, "How dare that bastard accuse you of beating them? They make so many enemies they mistake anyone! And they decided to frame you on top of that!"

"It's your birthday today, you'll get wrinkles this young if you keep going with that temper of yours" He shakes his head, sneaking in a kiss on top of your head as he managed to successfully bring you out to to the park near the school.

"Then I want them dead for my birthday present!" He merely cocks an eyebrow at your bold declaration, "Those bastards are making our lives hard and for what? Just because they got born with diamond spoons shoved up their fucking asses? They should die painfully and slowly!"

"Sure."

Jinwoo then gets down on his knee as he brought up a small cake he packed in his bag earlier in the morning, he fished out a small lighter in his pocket then lit up the candle he stuck on top of it.

"Blow your candle then, birthday girl," He smiles sweetly, "Today is your special day, and I'm sure your wishes will come true."

"What am I, a kid?" You grumble, pouting at his blatant coddling but didn't reject his offer.

Leaning down, you blow on the candle, reciting your wish in your head.

The moment you were done, Jinwoo leans his forehead against yours.

"I hope you don't mind that from now on you'll be sharing all your birthdays with me" He whispers lovingly, "No matter what happens, I'll be by your side."

"And I will do anything you want. You just have to stay by my side safe and sound."

꒰ . . . . ꒱

The news station all reported the case of 7 close-knit friends who were all assaulted whilst on their nightly karaoke outings.

An innocent bonding by teenagers turned bloody as an unknown assailant arrived in their booth and attacked them unprovoked.

Four of the five teenagers sustained injuries that their bones had shattered, opting their limbs to be surgically removed. The girls all had their hair chopped off in large chunks in addition to the cuts on their now mutilated faces.

We had just received news that 4 of the group have passed away in their sleep after going through intense seizures.

Remaining survivors are brought into mental hospitals as they exhibit extremely manic behaviours that are extremely harmful to both themselves and to others. Hence, the doctors have decided to keep them on thorough watch until they are deemed safe for society and to themselves.

Currently, the authorities have no suspect as the cctv cameras were all malfunctioning at the time of the incident.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: Guys it's actually my birthday today!!! April 9th<33!!! So i switched up this very messy fic to be my birthday present to me heheh:DD!!! Have you guys missed lovesick woowoo? I did! Hence why this is a birthday special www!!! Hope you all loved it uueee(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ꒱

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Late Night Talking

Bout’ anything you want until the morning

Summary: You and Spencer stay up till sunrise talking about anything and everything, and the both of you suffer the consequences with the teams teasing…

A/N: songs are really my inspiration atm, also can be read as any season Spencer. Xoxox

BYR(b4 u Reid): BAU!Reader, light teasing, fluff

You’re curled on his couch, your feet tucked beneath you, and half empty glasses of wine that had been forgotten about hours ago nearby.

Spencer sits next to you, just a little too close but you don’t mind it. His arm lays resting on the back of the couch occasionally his soft fingers touching you lightly without him even realizing but you don’t mind again because it’s comforting, and because it’s him.

“I don’t know, I still think the whole concept of time is ridiculous.” You say, half grinning. “Who decided we needed minutes and hours anyway?”

Spencer’s eyes light up, the way they always do when a debate begins. “Well, the Babylonians first divided the day into twenty-four hours, based on their sexagesimal system. And technically, is a human construct, but it’s a necessary one.”

You scoff, leaning just a little bit closer. “Necessary for what? Stress? Deadlines?”

“Or catching serial killers.” He says, arching an eyebrow.

“I guess.”

The warmth of his smile lingers, and for a moment neither of you speak, both lost in each other.

It was a soft charged stillness, the kind that makes your heart beat a little faster. It’s also not the first time the air between you two has been like this, but it is the first time neither of you have pulled away.

Instead of acknowledging it, Spencer breaks the silence with a grin. “What’s something entirely useless that you know?”

You grin back, ready. “Octopuses have three hearts, and their blood is blue because it contains copper instead of Iron.”

His laugh is soft and genuine, your chest feels a little tighter hearing the sounds leave his mouth. “That’s fascinating.”

“And that sea otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t drift apart.” You continued.

Spencer blinks. “Wow, that’s…that’s actually pretty adorable.”

“Right? Imagine just two little otters floating around holding hands.” You demonstrate grabbing onto his hand, locking them together. “Just like this.” You say, the both of you smiling at your interlaced hands.

“Honestly, I think I could stay up all night listening to you.” He murmurs, his voice softer. It hangs in the air like a confession. Your cheeks flush.

“Good. Because I’m not tired yet.”

And just like that, the night stretches on. You talk about everything and nothing.

Favorite books, embarrassing stories, the most ridiculous statistics he can pull from memory.

Every so often, you catch the way Spencer’s gaze flickers to your lips, or the way his knee rests against yours. The teasing grows bolder, and the laughter louder.

“Hmm, are you flirting with me Dr. Reid?” You call him out, a grin tugging at your lips.

“Statistically speaking.” He replies, his smile downright mischievous. “There’s a high probability that I am.”

You laugh, but you don’t deny how much you like the way he’s looking at you.

And then, before you realize it, the soft hue of the sun rising seeps through the windows. Spencer glances at the clock on the wall.

His eyes widen “oh no.”

“What?”

“It’s six.” He says, your stomach drops. “Six?! Oh my god, we’re supposed to be at work in two hours.”

“Two hours and thirty minutes.” Spencer corrects, his voice is filled with panic but also amusement as he teases you.

You get up from the couch, grabbing your shoes with a curse. “I can’t believe we actually stayed up all night.” You say shaking your head with a small laugh

Spencer stands up too, running his hand through his messy hair, somehow that makes him more attractive. “Me neither.” He admits.

He walks you to the door, and you quickly slip on your coat. “Thank you, Spencer. This was fun.” you smile

He smiles back, the corners of his mouth curving upward in that shy, boyish way. “Yeah, it was.” Then, after a brief pause, he adds. “Can I walk you to your car?”

“As much as I’d love that, I think you should start getting ready.” You say gently, nodding toward the clock. “It’ll only take a couple minutes.” He insists.

“It’s alright, I got it.” You assure him with a small smile. His eyes search yours, like he wants to say something more, but he only nods.

“Bye Spence. See you in a bit.”

“Bye y/n.”

Neither of you move right away. The silence hangs between you, comfortable but also heavy, like something unspoken is lingering in the air. After a moment you give him a small wave and turn toward the door. Spencer watches as you disappear down the hall, the echo of your footsteps fading.

As the door closes, he finds himself smiling because talking to you all night felt like the easiest thing in the world.

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By the time you sit in your chair at your desk, coffee in hand and sleep deprivation weighing heavily on you, it’s clear you’re not the only one suffering.

Spencer drags himself in, his hair slightly damp, his tie just a little crooked.

“Pretty boy.” Derek drawls, grinning as he approaches Spencer. “Late night?”

“Not really.” Spencer replies too quickly, clearing his throat. “I, uh, just lost track of time.”

Derek’s grin widens. “Lost track of time? What were you doing? Reading quantum physics journals under the covers with a flashlight?”

“Something like that.” Spencer mutters, already regretting every decision that led him here.

Meanwhile, across the bullpen not to far from the guys, you’re not doing any better. Emily and JJ found you quickly and are now being relentless.

“You look like you’ve barely slept.” Emily remarks, eyeing you. “Rough night?”

JJ smirks. “Or was it a good night?”

“Guys.” You groan, sinking into your chair. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Definitely not like that.”

Before you could even attempt to change the subject, Penelope joins. “I have a theory.” She says with a grin plastered on her face.

You brace yourself. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” She continues. “Two of my favorite nerds, who just so happen to look like they’ve been hit by the sleep deprivation express waltz in all disheveled and miserable. And yet…” she pauses for effect. “You both were fine yesterday. Did you guys have a hangout without us?”

JJ perks up. “So neither of you got any sleep?”

“Funny coincidence.” Emily muses, shooting you a pointed look. “Were you guys…together?”

Penelope’s eyes widen. “Did you guys-”

“No!” You and Spencer both exclaim in unison, far too loud to sound convincing.

You could feel the heat crawling up your neck as Derek bursts into laughter. “Well, that wasn’t suspicious at all.”

“I mean.” Emily grins. “We are profilers.”

“Yeah, and I’m profiling a whole lot of guilt right now.” JJ adds, her arms crossed.

Spencer, who is now a permanent shade of pink attempts a weak defense. “Well maybe you guys should rethink your position because we were just talking.”

Derek snorts. “Right.”

“Yes, talking.” You glare. “You know, people do that sometimes.”

“All night?”

“With no sleep?”

Before you or Spencer can defend yourself, Hotch’s voice cuts through the room. “As long as you both are awake enough to do your jobs, I and the rest of the team shouldn't care what you both were doing last night.”

The girls giggle, Derek shakes his head, clearly savoring every moment, and Rossi who had been silently observing from the sidelines, lets out a low chuckle.

“Young love.” He mutters under his breath, not trying to hide his amusement either.

“Not helping.” You glare.

But as the laughter lingers, you sneak a glance at Spencer. He’s already looking at you, lips twitching in that barely-there smile of his. And despite the embarrassment and exhaustion, you can’t help but smile back.

Because truthfully, you wouldn’t trade last night for anything. . .

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MC Faints

Requested By: @space-dragon-ace

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Summary: The brothers (individually) react to MC who faints. Word Count: 4,146

This time of year had been the most stressful for you.

The brothers were always fighting for your attention, so you rarely had time for yourself. 

You felt like the second you got home from RAD you were being pulled left and right by one brother or another.

And while you appreciated that they wanted to hang out with you, exams were coming up and as an exchange student, there was an immense amount of pressure on you to do good.

And since you were under that pressure, you had to find time to make sure you were studying.

Which unfortunately meant cutting into your sleep schedule.

You were overworked and exhausted and the only thing that was keeping you upright was the anxiety of knowing that the exams were in the next few days.

Lucifer was a very overworked person himself. So, he had a hard time noticing when someone was struggling to keep up with their workload.

It’s not that he couldn’t pick up on the signs of your exhaustion, it’s just between student council business and keeping his brothers out of trouble, he didn’t really have time to look for those signs.

So, when you fainted in the middle of a student council meeting, he was more surprised than anything.

You had been standing there, looking just as you usually did with no noticeable signs of distress.

And then the next second you were on the ground with his brothers surrounding you.

After the initial shock, Lucifer began thinking of reasons as to why you may have fainted and that’s when all of the little signals suddenly became clear to him.

It’s as if they were bright neon signs that stated you were overtired and ready to collapse.

And Lucifer suddenly became very protective of you, telling his brothers to give you space before whisking you away to the House of Lamentation where he could properly take care of you.

Lucifer held your hand the entire time you were asleep, gently touching his other hand to your forehead occasionally to make sure you weren’t running a fever or anything like that.

When you finally woke up, Lucifer gave you a small smile, apologizing to you for not noticing the signs of your suffering earlier.

“It’s not your fault, Lucifer,” you reassured him before adding, “I just need to do a better job of managing my time.”

Lucifer planned on helping with that.

He already planned to have a long talk with his brothers about respecting your time so that you didn’t have to sacrifice your own health just to keep up with your grades.

On top of that, Lucifer invited you to his room after school much more often. 

He claimed that it was to help make sure you were staying relaxed, but in reality, he needed a break just as much as you did.

And you were the only thing that helped him relax. 

Demons didn’t get sick the same way that humans did.

That was one thing you had come to learn during your time in the Devildom.

They didn’t have a flu season and they didn’t get shots to stave off illness.

So when you started feeling sick, you didn’t think to mention it to the brothers.

After all, you were sure it would only end in a very long conversation consisting of you trying to explain your sickness while they bombarded you with a hundred questions.

You did your best to hide how awful you were really feeling, wearing a smile and doing your best to not look shaky or pale.

And it seemed to work because the brothers were as persistent as ever about spending time with you - especially Mammon.

And you loved spending time with Mammon. You thought it was adorable how he always fought for your attention.

But, today, you were hoping that he would get tired of going out and doing things and let you return to the House of Lamentation.

You would be fine even if he wanted to watch a movie with you at home. Then, if you fell asleep, you could just say you were really tired. It’s not like Mammon would be mad at you for very long anyway.

But, of course, when you were feeling very under the weather,+

Mammon decided he had a full day planned for the two of you.

From shopping to watching him do a photo shoot to trying out new restaurants - Mammon just wanted to spend the whole day together.

You did your best to keep up - to act like nothing was wrong.

But at the end of the day your ailment caught up to you and as you were standing next to Mammon at the casino, you felt incredibly lightheaded.

“I think I’m going to go sit down for a moment,” you told Mammon and he gave you a small frown.

“But, I’m about to win the jackpot!” Mammon argued and you once again smiled at him, agreeing to stay.

Moments later, Mammon did win the jackpot. He let out a victorious laugh and turned to celebrate with you only to find you collapsing into his arms.

His celebration was cut short as he was now freaking out trying to get you to wake up and gently brushing your hair out of your face as tears threatened to form in his eyes.

He rushed you back to the House of Lamentation and after Lucifer and Satan looked over you, they determined you had just fainted from being sick.

They gave Mammon some medicine to give to you when you woke up and then left.

Mammon stayed by your side the entire time and he felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders when you finally opened your eyes.

His lips were turned down into a frown as he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I didn’t want to ruin our day together,” you replied and it only made Mammon more sad as he pulled you into a hug.

“I thought you died,” he admitted, his arms tightening around you, and you could see how affected he was by seeing you faint.

“I’m sorry, but I’m okay. It’s just a cold,” you told him and although he was satisfied with your answer, he wasn’t letting you go from his arms.

He needed to hold you there for a little while longer, just as some extra reassurance that you were okay.

Levi was absolutely determined to finish the new game that he had bought.

It was a two-player game that he specifically purchased because he thought you would enjoy playing it with him.

Which meant that you were being dragged along for the ride whether you wanted to or not.

Levi wanted to finish the game as quickly as possible so that he could be the first person to review it and in order to do so, he had you pull two all-nighters back to back.

You were exhausted and ready to call it quits, but Levi was very convincing when he wanted to be. 

He knew all of the right bribes to offer you to keep you awake and playing.

On top of that, you were genuinely happy to be spending time with Levi.

But as the alarm clock rang after the second all-nighter that happiness you were feeling was overtaken by your exhaustion. 

You let out a groan as you sat down your controller, looking at the clock in Levi’s room as if it betrayed you by signaling it was time to get ready for school.

You and Levi still hadn’t finished the game and you couldn’t help but stare off into space with dread as you realized that meant that you would be in Levi’s room again after school today trying to finish it.

And no amount of caffeine would help you survive a third all-nighter in a row.

You didn’t say anything to Levi as you left his bedroom to get ready for school. In fact, you didn’t say anything to any of the brothers all day.

You weren’t trying to be rude, you were just too tired to care.

It wasn’t until you fainted at lunch that they realized something was genuinely wrong.

They all clamored over to you as you went down in the middle of the room, the other students whispering and asking what happened.

The scene caused quite the commotion which led to Diavolo finding out quickly. 

 As you rested in the infirmary, Diavolo questioned the brothers about what could have caused you to collapse.

Lucifer turned to Levi, claiming that he had been spending the most time with you lately.

Diavolo asked Levi if he noticed you feeling unwell and Levi innocently told him you looked like you were fine during your two all-nighters together.

“Wait - did you say that they hadn’t slept in two straight days?” Diavolo questioned and all of the brothers looked at Levi incredulously. 

Levi’s words suddenly registered in his own mind as he realized that he was the reason you fainted.

He immediately started panicking as his mind tried to come up with ways to make it up to you.

And as if his guilt wasn’t punishment enough, he had to endure a multiple-hour-long lecture from Lucifer about the importance of sleep for humans. 

Levi was afraid to face you the next time you saw him. He was afraid that you would hate him for forcing you to stay awake with him.

You reassured him that you had fun playing the game with him.

“Next time, maybe just let me get a couple hours of sleep in,” you teased and a blush rushed to his cheeks as he nodded his head.

Levi was really happy that you still wanted to play games with him despite what happened and he made a promise to himself to prioritize your health over the game from now on.

Between his brothers and the busy life of being a member of the student council, you and Satan didn’t get a whole lot of free time to spend together.

So, when the opportunity did present itself where Satan was able to steal you away, the two of you liked to take advantage of it.

There was an outdoor festival happening up in the human world and Satan wanted to take you to it.

He knew that it had been a while since you visited and the festival had an overall theme that he knew you would both enjoy.

You were ecstatic when he asked you to go with him and the two of you left almost immediately after.

The festival was absolutely gorgeous and it was full of things that you and Satan could do together.

You shared the cuisines, you bought souvenirs, and you even participated in some of the side activities they offered.

And while you were enjoying your time with Satan, there was one problem - the heat.

The Devildom had no sun to shine brightly or warm the weather so you had grown accustomed to the weather there.

But in the human world, the sun was at large, beating down on you.

You hadn’t prepared for it to be so hot and were starting to feel light-headed.

Satan was usually so attentive and would recognize something was off the second that you started to not feel good.

But, he was so distracted by everything else going on that he didn’t notice.

He was like a kid in the candy shop, holding your hand as he dragged you from stall to stall.

He was talking to a vendor about a necklace they had when you felt like your head was starting to spin.

Satan turned to ask your opinion on the piece of jewelry with full intentions of buying it for you.

But, when he faced you, he saw how flushed your complexion was.

He barely had time to react before you were collapsing.

The necklace was long forgotten as Satan easily caught you in his arms.

He immediately went into doctor mode, doing his best to recall everything he had learned about humans.

His mind was racing with possible reasons as to why you could have fainted. The possibilities seemed endless.

Until he placed his hand on your forehead and noticed that you felt hot to the touch.

And it was like everything had clicked into place as he was suddenly rushing you back to the House of Lamentation.

He laid you in his bed because he figured it would be easier to take care of you there since the other brothers wouldn’t barge in.

When you woke up, it took you a moment to figure out where you were and what happened but a deep blush coated your cheeks as you began to comprehend the situation.

“I’m sorry I ruined our date,” you stated, refusing to look at Satan.

He immediately leaned forward and cupped your cheeks before tilting your head up to look into his eyes.

“You didn’t ruin our date. I still had a great time - did you?” Satan questioned and you nodded your head.

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before telling you, “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

You leaned into his touch and he pulled you into his arms, attempting to calm his heart rate that had been racing since your first collapsed.

As calm and composed as he remained, Satan had been so scared when you fainted and now he was going to keep you in his arms for however long it took to convince himself that you were okay.

You were heading home after school when Asmo suddenly approached you.

He had such a happy smile on his face when he saw you and you could hear the excitement in his voice.

Asmo had been invited to a special event that night and he asked if you would be his plus one.

You could see the jealous looks you were getting from miscellaneous other people as Asmo stood before you with a hopeful look.

When you agreed to go, Asmo let out a happy noise of excitement before taking your hand and leading you into town.

The two of you needed to start getting ready right away!

He wanted the two of you to have matching outfits so he took you to Majolish to get new ones.

The two of you spent a while there trying on different outfits, attempting to find matching ones that fit both your and Asmo’s styles.

And you had finally found an outfit that had a mix of both. 

There was just one problem - it had a corset. And in true corset fashion, it was quite restricting. 

Asmo was dying over the way you looked in that outfit, giving you compliment after compliment and looking so happy while doing it.

You didn’t tell him about the corset being too tight, instead agreeing to buy it.

The event would only be for a little while, so you figured it would be fine. All you had to do was last until the end of the event.

And you had managed to do just that, albeit with a bit of a struggle.

You felt like the corset was somehow getting tighter and tighter as the night went on and you were starting to feel short of breath and hot. 

Asmo could see that you weren’t feeling one hundred percent, so he suggested that the two of you head back to the House of Lamentation.

Though, he didn’t understand why you weren’t feeling well. Did you have something to drink when he wasn’t looking?

The two of you barely made it to the House of Lamentation when everything went black and you fell to the ground.

Asmo panicked immediately, shouting for Lucifer to come outside and help you as his hands shakily held your head, not knowing what to do.

When Lucifer inspected the scene in front of him, he noticed the corset and demanded Asmo take it off.

Lucifer was so sure that the article of clothing was the cause of your fainting so Asmo quickly rushed you to your bedroom and took the corset off you, staring intensely at your face as he waited for something to happen.

You woke up shortly after and Asmo let out a loud sigh of relief as he pulled you into his arms, blinking past the tears that had formed in his eyes.

He stroked your hair as you took deep breaths, the feeling of your lungs expanding fully was something that felt strangely nice.

“If the outfit was too tight, we could have gotten you something else,” Asmo told you softly.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to look good for your event,” you replied and Asmo pulled away from the hug to cup your cheeks and look you in the eyes.

“You look perfect in everything. You didn’t have to suffer all night - I wanted you to have a good time,” Asmo replied.

“I did have a good time, Asmo,” you reassured him and he pulled you back into his arms.

“Just don’t ever do that again,” he said quietly as he tried to push the image of you fainting out of his mind.

You were running late to breakfast and the brothers had noticed that his had been a recurring thing with you lately.

The day before, you were late for breakfast because you overslept after staying up all night studying.

And then you were also late to dinner later that day after Solomon unexpectedly asked for your help with something.

And today you had sent them all a message letting them know you would be late to breakfast due to a shower mishap.

Asmo attempted to ask you to explain in further detail, but the others didn’t press the subject.

They knew that you would be a little late, but it was only a few minutes until everyone had to leave to make it to RAD on time.

Beel had been staring at your plate of food the entire time, doing his best to restrain himself. 

He knew that after missing both breakfast and dinner yesterday you would be hungry. But, if you weren’t going to eat it, he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

After waiting a couple more minutes, Lucifer let out a small sigh before allowing Beel to eat your food.

Just then, you came bounding into the dining room with a look of shock on your face as you watched Beel gobble up your food in one bite.

“Hey, that was mine,” you said with a small pout and Beel looked like a deer in headlights as he sat your plate down.

“You were late,” Lucifer retorted before adding, “Time to go.”

You had a small frown the entire way to RAD and Beel felt guilty every time he heard your stomach rumble.

He was determined to make it up to you by getting you extra food at lunch.

But your hunger was starting to really get to you and by the second class you were starting to feel lightheaded.

You tried not to act any differently but you could feel Beel’s eyes on you during the class and it was only adding to the myriad of things you were feeling right now.

You felt overwhelmed by everything and as soon as the bell rang signally class was over, you stood up - only to fall right back down.

Beel managed to get to you just in time to catch you, but he started panicking when he saw that you were unconscious. 

He immediately lifted you off the ground and carried you to the school infirmary. 

The guilt he was feeling now was eating him alive. He knew that you had fainted because you were hungry.

If only he had a little more self-control and didn’t eat your food then maybe you wouldn’t have fainted.

When you woke up, you were immediately met with Beel’s concerned eyes.

“How are you feeling?” Beel asked you and you sat up slightly as you realized what had happened. 

“I’m fine,” you replied, though he suspected that wasn’t one hundred percent true.

You looked around the room and noticed Beel had bought a ton of snacks and drinks and laid them out on the bed next to you.

As soon as he deemed you were okay enough, he handed you snack after snack and apologized profusely for eating your food.

He would make sure you never fainted from hunger again. 

You and Belphie shared such romantic moments sometimes.

Other times, he acted like such a brat.

It seemed like one of Belphie’s favorite things to do was to mess with you. Especially when he was feeling particularly testy.

Lucifer woke him up from his nap? I guess that means you wanted to pick a fight with him too so now he’s relentlessly trying to wrestle and tickle you.

Beel decided to eat his food that morning? Well, then you don’t get to eat either. But, you don’t mind, right?

And you would always retaliate which would end up leading to a war between you.

And both of you refused to back down.

In fact, sometimes it got to the point where the other brothers avoided the two of you, afraid of being collateral damage.

You wanted something to drink in the middle of the night, so you made your way to the kitchen and grabbed your favorite from the fridge.

You poured yourself a cup and sipped it quietly, immediately regretting it as you did so.

The taste was awful and you could hear Belphie’s snickering somewhere nearby.

You swallowed the drink and glared at the entrance to the kitchen as Belphie entered, holding his sides from laughing.

Why was he only awake at the most inconvenient times?

You decided to make Belphie pay for his actions.

“Belphie - did you put something in this?” you asked him, holding a hand to your stomach as if you were about to be sick.

“You should see your face right now,” he replied, continuing to laugh.

You placed one hand on your head and started fanning yourself with your other hand.

“Okay, but you made sure it was safe for humans, right?” you asked him and Belphie paused. You were just pulling his leg, right?

You took a few strained breaths before asking him, “Is it really hot in here?”

Belphie’s expression had turned from one of amusement to one of slight panic as he watched you, trying to figure out if you were lying or not.

He was positive what he put in your drink wouldn’t harm you, but he didn’t exactly look it up to check.

Belphie’s eyes were wide and he felt like he couldn’t breathe as you collapsed to the ground.

He was panicking as flashbacks of what once happened between the two of you overwhelmed his mind.

Did he just kill you? Again?

He felt like he was starting to have a panic attack as Beel suddenly entered the kitchen.

“Belphie?” he questioned, not expecting his twin to be there. He was just trying to get his midnight snack.

“Beel - I think I…,” Belphie stated, frozen in shock.

Beel’s eyes widened as he saw your body on the ground and he immediately rushed over to you, placing his fingers on your neck to check for a pulse just like Satan had taught him.

When you could feel Beel’s shaky hands, you knew the prank might have gone a little too far and you gently grabbed his wrist and opened your eyes.

Beel and Belphie looked at you confused for a moment and then Belphie realized what happened.

He gave you the biggest death glare and you noticed the tears that had started to form in his eyes.

“Belphie-,” you began but he stormed off to sulk in the attic. You followed him, only to find the door shut. 

“Belphie, come on let me in,” you told him. You could see him lying on the bed, turned away from you.

“I opened this door once before, I’ll do it again if I really have to,” you added.

Belphie let out a sigh of frustration before getting up and opening the door.

You immediately pulled him into a hug as he did, wrapping your arms around his torso and his arms timidly wrapped around you as well.

“I’m sorry,” you told him, genuinely feeling bad for taking things so far.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he stated, hugging you tighter before pulling you over to the bed with him.

Your punishment was to spend the night with him so that you were there whenever he needed some extra reassurance that you were okay.

Despite his pranks and brattiness, Belphie really loved you and he couldn’t imagine what he would do without you.

[roses-and-revolutions]

Stephine is really enjoying university life.

Sure her 'night job' left her exhausted more often than not and she wished that some of her professors would just (die) get into some little accidents, leaving them unable to work for some time. But she enjoys being a university student.

And the best part of it all was her roommate, Samantha. Not because she was hot or anything! Yeah ok, it was because Samantha was hot but you couldn't blame her! She had no right being so goddamn attractive! She's smart and cool as well and... back on track!

Stephine sighed remembering the first time she ACTUALLY looked at Sam. The memory was basically etched into her mind.

They had been roomies for a few weeks but had hardly talked before that moment. Mostly because she was dealing with an extremely tricky case that time around. A case with a dead end that had left her feeling exhausted, defeated, and disgusting. And she wanted was a nice hot shower and more than a few hours of sleep. It wasn't like she had any classes the next day anyway.

But when she opened the door, she was met with Sam standing in the middle of their dorm. Gotham's sky was clear that night the power of the full moon was making itself known.

She still remembered how beautiful Sam was. Not that she wasn't always beautiful, even on her worst days she wasn't anything but ethereal. But something was different that night.

Whenever her mind wandered it always strayed to delicate pale skin, covered in strange symbols and runic tattoos she'd never seen before. Dark hair that almost blended with the night, and naked pink lips that... focus Stephanie!

Sam was tall, even without her platforms or Mary Jane's, a good 4 inches at least. And her eyes, she always thought they were black but they weren't. She still vividly remembered that deep violet glow in the near darkness that pierced through her heart straight into her soul. Stephanie knew from that moment she was smitten.

Not too long afterward she started working on getting close to the girl. Though with all the classes, cases, and general Gotham life she'd only been able to find out a few things. Sam was Goth, vegan, and from a small town that no longer exists.

Despite her constantly updating her plant blog, arguing with her parents, and doing research for her various classes (wow double major and double minor, she's ambitious), her online presence was basically zilch.

Was it a bit of a red flag? Maybe. But red was half of purple so it should be ok. She thinks. But that didn't matter now because tonight would be it. Both of them were free and currently doing 'nothing'. All she had to do was turn around and ask a question. Any question!

"Hey S-"

"Hey, Sam!"

She almost gave herself whiplash with how fast she turned her neck to face the window. Hanging halfway through it was a boy. Pale skin, dark raven hair that melded into the night and bright blue eyes that almost hurt to look at. Were they family?

"Oh, you got company! Is now a good time or..."

"Speak or leave."

She sounded mildly annoyed and God was it hot.

"Ok, if I were to, hypothetically, of course, need help hiding a-"

"Do I need to buy a shovel?"

"...Maybe."

"Let me get my purse."

As suddenly as the boy came they both left, through the same window and into the dark Gotham night. Stephanie's mind, which had short-circuited, slowly caught up with what had just happened.

She had many questions. Like how did he get up here without any equipment? It's the fourth floor! Why was Sam so calm about it? Was he just asking for help to hide a body? Why was Sam so calm about being asked to hide a body? And did she just offer to help!?

Wasn't that boy Daniel Fenton? The wanted domestic terrorist that the US Government recently asked the JL to help capture...

Red is half of purple, red is half of purple, RED IS HALF OF PURPLE!!!

[girl-named-matty]

Sharing a bed with the Boys (Hogwarts Legacy Headcanons)

Sharing a bed with the boys. Tags: Fluff, Sharing a bed, gn!reader, Sebastian x Reader, Ominis x Reader, Garreth x Reader, Leander x Reader. (this is barely proofread haha) Rating: General Audiences

Summary: My Headcanons for sharing a bed with the boys!

Sebastian:

When you first asked him if he wanted to share a bed, he practically jumped straight in it. He was so excited. 

But that was just the first time. 

He stays up reading almost every night so good luck getting him into that bed in the first place after that. 

And by late I mean genuinely unholy hours of the night kinda staying up and he wonders why he looks so tired. 

If you do eventually get him in bed, it doesn’t take him long to actually fall asleep. Aside from the constant lack of sleep he usually gets, he’s always been one to fall asleep quickly. 

He is a human body heater. 

Some nights you may not even need a blanket because he’s just that warm. 

I feel like Seb would be the kind of guy to practically sleep on top of you. Like not enough to crush you but instead it feels like a really nice weighted (and warm) blanket. 

Except for this blanket snores. 

Loud 

I’m sorry I don’t make the rules. 

Sometimes it's really annoying to share a bed with him and other times it's really nice. 

If he ever comes to bed early, it’s how you know he’s had a rough day and just needs to be in your arms for comfort. ..

Ominis:

Unlike Sebastian who would totally be up to sharing a bed, he would be more hesitant. 

It’s not like he doesn’t want to, per se, but he’s used to having his own space and he’s not necessarily the most touchy person. But eventually, he says he’s ready. 

Kinda awkward the first few nights. He slept with his back towards you and didn't make any physical touch at all. 

But after a couple of nights, he slowly starts making the shift to get closer to you and he comes to enjoy it. 

After that, he finds it hard to sleep without you. 

Due to not having the best childhood, he often has nightmares. And for him his nightmares are extremely unnerving due to the fact that he can’t see anything, only hear things. 

But one of the best parts about sharing a bed with you is the fact that whenever his nightmares wake him up, you’re right there next to him. 

He often finds himself reaching out for you in the middle of the night, just to make sure you’re still there. 

 He’s definitely a side sleeper so sometimes you’ll sleep in the spooning position together. This also reassures him a lot that you’re still next to him. ..

Garreth: 

Didn’t take long for you two to start sharing a bed at all. 

Since he has so many siblings he probably had to share a bed with one of his brothers at some point in his childhood anyway. 

But just because he might be used to it does not mean he’s easy to share a bed with. 

This boy is a BED HOGGER. 

If you are quite literally not right up against him, you’re falling off the bed. 

You thought Seb gets hot when he sleeps? 

Well, Garreth has him beat by a LONG shot. 

You could probably fry an egg on this man's back just saying. 

But we all know Garreth has that soft tummy action going on so he’s super comfortable and when he’s not hogging the bed, it’s really nice to cuddle up to him. 

When you too are cuddling, he wants to be as close to you as possible. 

So, really, just the sweetest boy to ever exist. ..

Leander: (because he deserves his place on this list) 

He’s similar to Ominis and opposite of Garreth. 

Had very few siblings growing up, probably only one or two so he was used to having his own space. So it took him a while before he was all good with it. 

This boy is lanky af. 

It’s obviously okay. He’s tall, long, lanky, whatever you wanna call it. 

So he probably sleeps with his legs up somehow to keep his feet from hanging off the bed/smacking into the headboard. 

It probably took him a while to get used to cuddling with someone in bed but now that he’s used to it, he loves it. 

He loves it when you sleep on his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and hold you close. 

He’s definitely not a morning person so have fun getting him out of that bed.

Also has really bad bed-head. How do I know this? No man would style his hair the way he does unless he has bed-head so take my word for it. 

100% a cuddler now. ...

Who should I do next? I was thinking Andrew and Amit but lmk in the comments!

[katebishopsbaefy]

oh my god 4 and/or 12 with billie i would die🙏

(also i love your writing sm💕)

prompt list

prompt masterlist

4) slow sex while one or both are injured

words: 607

“This is so dumb… This is so dumb…” she mutters to herself over and over and over. It’s starting to drive you insane.

“Billie, it’s not dumb. It was bound to happen at some point,” you snap, a little harsher than you meant you. When tears fill her eyes, your heart just about shatters.

She’d broken her ankle. Again. This must’ve been, what, the fifth time? It just wouldn’t stay healed, especially not with all of the jumping around she did on tour. She already knew the drill, all the icing and physical therapy and extra precaution that comes with the injury, and she was dreading it. In fact, you both happened to be sitting on the couch, icing her foot like the doctor had told you to do often.

“It is dumb. I didn’t- I don’t understand-” Billie starts, but her tears slowly start to take over.

“Oh, Bil…” you whisper quietly, your voice softening at the tears leaking down her cheeks. You know how hard this has been for her in the past. You hate to see her go through it again. You can’t move her much because you don’t want to jostle her foot, but you reach a gentle hand out to wipe her tears. “Hey… it’ll be fine, I promise. We’ll just… have more time to hang out. That’s not that bad, right?”

When you soften, she softens. She looks up at you with tearful, red eyes and shakes her head, her bottom lip protruding in a small pout. She looks adorable. Miserable, but adorable, and you can tell you might be getting through to her a little. “We can watch so many movies, and you can teach me how to crochet, and I can teach you French, and we can rearrange the whole house… it’ll be fun. I think you need a good break, anyway.”

At all of the suggestions, she can’t help but crack the tiniest, most heartbreaking smile you’ve ever seen. The look alone could make you cry. You cup her damp cheeks in your palms, and softly kiss the tip of her nose as you return the smile. “Can I getchu anythin’ right now?”

She sniffles softly, and her gaze leaves yours for a brief moment. Not for long, though. She’s not one to get very embarrassed when asking you for things. “...Can you take care of me?” she asks in a small voice.

If it’s possible, you soften even more. You can tell what that look in her eyes means; it’s not really about the sex. She just wants to feel close to you. And you want the same thing. “‘Course, baby. Here… lie down…”

It takes a long moment of giggles and almost falling off the couch, but you manage to get her situated with her back propped up against the armrest of the couch with the ice still on her foot. You slowly climb over her and rest your head on her chest, your finger on her clit. You rub soft circles into her, being so incredibly gentle with her. That’s all she deserves: gentleness. When she sighs, you can tell you’re doing a good job. Your lips trail over her neck, not hard enough to leave marks, but just enough to give her even more comfort.

“M’gonna come,” she mumbles through breathy moans and sighs, her body starting to tremble softly under you.

You kiss your way up to her lips, and mumble soft reassurances against them. They might be within the context of the sex, but you really mean them in the context of the long healing journey ahead of her. “I’m right here.”

[brownlyfe]

Love A Woman: What About Us?

A Three-Part Modern Day Au

Part 1, Part 3, Bonus

pairing: elijah “smoke" moore x annie x elias "stack" moore

cw: modern!au, slightly ooc

word count: 5,443

summary: annie is caught between two brothers who show their love for her in two different ways. one quiet and soft beneath her control, the other? unapolegtically rough and playful. weekdays are a slow burn of passion and promise, but the weekends are chaos and surrender personified. but when blurred lines, missed promises, and real feelings start to surface, the balance shifts. loyalty gets tested. and annie has to decide what kind of love she really needs, and who’s strong enough to hold all of her.

notes: wanted to start this part off by saying thank you for all the love that was shown on the first part. next, this was originally a three part series, and technically it is. but with the direction this is going i have decided that i want to include a "bonus" part, which you guys will be able to vote on once part three is released. anyways enjoy this part.

Annie rarely took days like this. Days when she had no schedule, no clients, and no ringing phones. It was just her, her best friend, and a mission of no stress, no men, and no bullshit.

The city felt different when you weren't rushing through it. The sun hung low and golden over the sidewalks, music spilled out from open boutique doors, and the shopping district buzzed with the kind of energy that made everything feel lighter.

The two had wandered inside after Mia, Annie’s best friend since freshman year of college, saw a dress hanging in the window. The boutique was exactly Mia’s style and the complete opposite of anything that Annie would wear. 

"Okay, this is cute," Mia said, holding up a burgundy bodycon dress that was so sheer she might as well be naked.

Annie raised an eyebrow. “For who?”

Mia snorted. “You, babes.”

“No way in hell.”

“C’mon, it’s girls' night. Let me live my Barbie dream through you for one damn night.”

Annie crossed her arms, standing in stark contrast to her loud, shorts and crop-top-wearing best friend. Where Mia always came out of the house dressed like a fashionable Instagram baddie, Annie was all soft neutrals, understated jewelry, and calm energy, fitting perfectly in the corporate fashion section on Pinterest.

They were total opposites. Yet somehow they worked well together. It’s been like that since their college days when Mia would drag Annie out of her dorm room to go to parties, campus events, or weekend nights out at the clubs.

“This dress would show my entire ass,” Annie muttered, but her lips were already curling into a reluctant smile.

“That’s the point.” She flung the dress over Annie’s arm and kept pulling pieces off the racks, leather pants, a glittering halter top, a miniskirt so short Annie had to do a double-take.

“Mia.”

“Barbie doll, remember? Go try it on."

Annie sighed dramatically, letting herself be pushed toward the fitting rooms, arms full of things she would never wear in public. But deep down, a spark of something warm flickered in her chest. Was it excitement, maybe? A little fear? Sure.

Ten minutes later, Annie stepped out of the dressing room, and Mia’s eyes nearly fell out of her head.

“Oh my God. Bitch, you need to let me dress you more often.”

Annie tugged down the shorts that kept riding up, cheeks flushed. “I feel so exposed.”

“Ugh, your ass is just so beautiful. How do they handle all this?”

Mia shook her head with her face scrunched up as she gripped her best friend’s large bottom with both hands. Annie had on a dress that was short enough to stop right below her cheeks. The fabric clung to every curve of her body. It was unapologetically bold and not Annie at all. She didn’t look like herself. And maybe that was the point.

“Why did you make me do this?” Annie muttered.

Mia laughed. “You look good, baby. It reminds me of all those times I made you squeeze into my dresses in college so we could get in for free.”

“You always treat me like a damn Barbie doll.”

“Barbie wished she was built like this, actually,” Mia said, her eyebrows raising as she gave Annie another once-over.

The club line was long. People were buzzing to get into the hottest club in the city. Waiting in a line this long was nothing for them to get the experience they were begging for.

Annie stood in the back with her friends, Mia, Natasha, Amber, and Kim. They were all dressed like the problems they were. Annie had on a high-neck, sleeveless black romper, slicked-back ponytail grazing her spine, thigh-high fur boots, and red-tinted shades even though it was nighttime. 

And even though she knew she could, Annie didn’t cut the line. At least not yet. She wanted the word to get out that she was here, especially since she never told the twins that she was coming. So, she sent a simple text to Marcus, the club manager.

Inside the club, bass thumped through the walls like a heartbeat. The dancefloor was already packed, but it was a regular night for the twins. In their private section, cigars lit, the lights low, and glasses full of dark liquor. Smoke leaned back, quiet, watching the crowd. Stack sat with one arm stretched across the back of the booth, grinning lazily, and sipping a glass of bourbon with mischief in his eyes.

Their section was on the private vip level that overlooked the main floor. They stayed up there so they wouldn’t be disturbed. 

Well, they thought they wouldn’t be disturbed. They could see Marcus’s hair flapping as he speedwalked up the stairs in their direction. Stack couldn’t stop the chuckle from coming out of his mouth. 

Marcus breathed out a huff. He knew he was going to sound slightly winded. “Annie’s here, she’s outside.”

Smoke and Stack sat up in unison. They looked at each other before looking at the manager.

“What you mean Annie here?” Stack set his glass of bourbon on the table.

“With who?” Smoke said, voice already darkening.

“I don’t know, she didn’t say,”

“Go get her and put her in the booth right across from us.” 

The manager nodded and turned to leave, already moving.

They exchanged one look, and without a word, Stack snapped his fingers at one of the bottle girls lingering nearby. “Make sure this shit is clean, and tell Kira to come up here.”

The girl nodded and checked the area before running off to find the head server. Less than a minute later, a tall woman with deep skin and honey blonde hair came up to them. She eyed them with a questioning glance.

“Take care of V3 personally. Anything they want, they get,” Stack added. “Just bring the bill here. Got it?”

 Kira nodded and disappeared back down the stairs and into the crowd.

-

The line hadn’t moved much, but Annie didn’t quite care. It wasn’t like they had been out there for a while, nor were they going to continue to stand in line for much longer. 

The club’s front doors opened, and Marcus stepped out. He walked down the line until his eyes met Annie’s.

“Annie, it’s good to see you. Y’all can follow me inside.”

A few people around them murmured, as all five ladies removed themselves from the line and followed the overly energetic man to the front. 

When they reached the front, the bouncer perked up immediately. “Annie,” he said with a grin. “Ain’t seen you in a minute.”

She smiled lightly. “I’ve been busy.”

He stepped aside with a respectful nod, pulling the rope back without hesitation. Marcus led the ladies inside.

The energy in the club felt like magic. It was then that all the ladies knew that tonight was going to be pure fun. 

Annie was at the front, leading her line of bad bitches through the packed crowd. They all climbed their way up the stairs and into the VIP area. Annie immediately recognized the woman who was standing in front of an empty booth. 

“Welcome back, Annie,” she said with a knowing smile. “I’ll be taking care of you ladies tonight.”

The girls dropped into the booth–Mia and Natasha were already taking videos of themselves singing to the music, Amber was looking out at the dance floor trying to find her next boo, and Kim was just all over the place. 

Annie didn’t bother sitting down yet. Not when she could feel two sets of eyes staring into her body with an intensity that only her favorite twins could bring. She knew the attention she was getting tonight would be next level. It was simple, she looked nothing like the Annie that lived in oversized sweaters and work stress.

Tonight, she looked like danger. Like luxury. Like someone who could step on your neck and make you thank her. And the twins just watched it all unfold.

“She don’t even go out like this,” Stack muttered, mouth tight around his blunt.

“And she damn sure don’t dress like that without help,” Smoke replied, leaning forward now, brows drawn.

Their eyes scanned the group, trying to find the one person they knew could convince Annie to get out of her comfort zone. And there she was…Mia. Wearing a short skirt, sky-high heels, and confident as ever. She was all curves and chaos, and she’d been a certified instigator since college.

“Mia.” They both said to each other as they watched her get up and stand next to Annie with a giddy look on her face.

Smoke said nothing, but his jaw flexed as he watched Annie get comfortable in her new booth. She hadn’t looked at them yet. She was too busy smiling and laughing. Kira had pulled out her tablet to put in their drink and food orders.

“You know she’s doing this to blow off steam,” Smoke said eventually.

“She’s doing this to drive me crazy,” Stack muttered, shifting in his seat. “She know what she look like right now?”

“Yeah,” Smoke replied, lips twitching. “That’s the problem.”

Stack shook his head slowly. “She always did like dressing Annie up. Back in school, remember?”

“Yeah. Thought it was cute then.”

“Not cute now.”

Smoke didn’t say anything, just watched as Annie finally pulled her sunglasses down and looked right at them. She didn’t flinch, smile, or wave. She just held their gaze for a second, then turned back to her girls.

Stack leaned back, drumming his fingers once against the glass in his hand. And Smoke? His eyes never left hers.

“Nah,” he muttered. “That shit’s not sliding.”

-

The girls had officially taken over their section. Shots were lined up, and music vibrated through the walls. Mia was two drinks past tipsy and climbing into the booth to dance, one hand in the air, the other slapping the back of Annie’s thigh.

Annie was in that sweet space between tipsy and drunk. That floaty, confident place where everything felt like it sparkled. Her legs were warm. Her lips tingled. She couldn’t stop laughing. She wasn’t thinking about anything. Not work, deadlines, or even—

Her eyes flicked up across the club. The twins. That’s when she saw them.

A group of women had just walked past the velvet rope, dressed to kill. Long legs with confidence and cleavage. They walked straight into the twins’ section as if they were invited. Annie stopped mid-laugh, tongue tucked behind her teeth, watching.

The girls greeted Smoke and Stack like old flings. They were touchy, flirty, and all too familiar. One with a blunt bob leaned into Smoke’s space, resting her hand on his thigh like it belonged there. Another was already pouring herself a drink in front of Stack, laughing a little too hard, pressing in a little too close.

Then she watched as a woman who seemed to appear out of thin air strutted her way right in front of Stack. Annie blinked, confused. She could make out the way the woman leaned forward, both hands on either of Stack’s knees. She whispered something in his ear and stood back up, straightening out her low-cut dress. The woman walked off like nothing had happened, but in Annie’s eyes, something had. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Stack was always the more social one. His eyes subtly followed the women’s exit as he passed the girls shots from one of their unopened bottles.

Then, feeling as if the energy was going in that direction, one of the women, the boldest of the bunch, came and draped herself right across Stack’s lap. Another tried the same thing with Smoke, and that’s when everything shifted.

Smoke didn’t hesitate. He shoved the woman off his lap with zero gentleness. Stack moved differently. He didn’t push, just slid his arm between him and the woman, lifted her gently, and guided her off him like he was correcting a child. It was smooth with barely even a frown.

But Annie felt her blood run hot anyway. Because she saw it all. And she knew they saw her seeing it.

She didn’t say anything. She just turned back to her girls, mouth pressed into a smile that didn’t touch her eyes.

“Mia,” she said calmly. “Let’s get another drink.”

Mia caught the look her friend gave her and called out for Kira. She ordered a round of the club’s special cocktails. Minutes later, the drinks landed on their table, cold and glistening.

Her friend, Amber, grabbed the almost empty bottle of 1942 and tipped it straight into Annie’s mouth, holding her chin. Annie didn’t fight it. She opened wide and swallowed it down clean, wiping the corner of her mouth with her manicured thumb as the bass in the club dropped.

And that was the moment something in her clicked. She didn’t turn around. Didn’t check to see if they were still looking. She knew they were. So she started dancing.

They all did. Grinding against each other, hands in the air, hips catching the beat with slow, heavy rolls. But Annie stole the show. Her romper barely covered the top of her thighs. And Mia was doing her usual, instigating Annie’s behavior.

The booth was filled with energy. Annie laughed, but kept her eyes up. And she could still feel it. The heat of two stares burning holes into her from across the room. 

Stack’s jaw was tight. Smoke wasn’t blinking. Neither of them looked amused.

Annie smiled as she stepped away from her friends and yelled about needing to use the bathroom. She didn’t have to actually use it, but they didn’t need to know that. Mia screamed back about coming with her, but Annie dismissed her, saying she would be fine.

Instead, she walked in the direction of where her true target went. The upper floor bathroom that only a few had real access to. And Annie was more confident in her walk than ever as she strutted past watchful eyes.

She entered the richly decorated room and headed straight for the sinks. She set her purse down and began to dig through, looking for items to touch herself up with.

Just as she found her lipgloss, the sound of a toilet flushing and heels clicking on the ground. The woman exited the stall, not making eye contact with Annie.

She strolled right up to the sink and began to wash her hands. Annie eyed her through the mirror, noting the way she was so careful with rubbing her hands, and how she flipped her hair with a slight headshake. It was almost like she was trying to tell Annie something without actually saying it. So, Annie decided to light the fire.

“Cute dress,” Annie stated as she slowly applied her lip gloss.

The woman’s eyes briefly flickered over to her. Something was passing through them that made Annie smirk. The tension between them was thick.

“Thank you,” despite her body language, the woman sounded as confident and as sharp as ever.

“Mhm.” Annie hummed after smacking her lips together.

Annie ran her hands down her ponytail and flicked it as she turned away and walked out of the bathroom. Her hips having a little more extra sway to them than normal.

-

It was getting later in the night, and the girls were still in their section, barely hanging on. Drinks kept coming, bodies still swaying, but the energy was winding down.

Mia, especially, was gone. She’d been slurring for the last thirty minutes, asking for water and then sipping tequila like it was water. At some point, she took her heels off, but it didn’t matter.

Annie leaned over to check on her. “You good?”

Mia squinted, blinking slowly. “My wife’s coming. I already called her. I’m too drunk.”

Annie laughed, slouching further into the booth. “Of course you did.”

Fifteen minutes later, Mia’s wife arrived, looking put together like she hadn’t just been called out of bed. Black leather trench, braided bun, silver hoops, and eyes that immediately scanned for her wife. She found Mia in the booth, halfway laid across two of her friends. 

And Annie? She was with them now. Somehow, at some point, she’d made her way over to their booth and plopped down right between them like it was hers.

Annie shakily stood to help, but Mia’s wife was already moving, lifting her up like muscle memory. She stopped by the twins’ section on the way out. She saw the way Annie looked, sunglasses covering her eyes to hide the drunkenness.

“Yours too, huh?” Mia’s wife said with a tired smile.

“Full-time job,” Stack replied.

“She’s worse when she’s drunk,” she added, readjusting Mia’s weight in her arms.

“Same,” Smoke said.

The woman chuckled and walked away with Mia’s arms wrapped tight around her neck and legs swinging. As soon as she left, Smoke’s eyes drifted over to Annie

She had her legs crossed and her head tilted back. One of her hands was on each of their thighs. She was swaying gently in her seat, hips rocking to the beat, rubbing circles into both of their legs like it was the most casual thing in the world. Completely drunk.

Stack looked down at her, then at Smoke. “She done.”

Smoke nodded.  “She ain’t gonna remember none of this.”

They both leaned in as Annie shifted, pressing her thigh into Smoke and laying her head lightly on Stack’s shoulder.

“Y’all smell good,” she mumbled.

Stack smirked. “Yeah, it’s time to go.”

Smoke was already texting, trying to get a car to take Annie’s friends home.

“I got a car for the girls, and ours will be outside in five,” he said to Stack.

Annie reached up and pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head and looked at both of them. She just giggled. Not having anything to say.

Stack leaned back, arms resting behind her, and Smoke just watched her, unreadable, jaw set tight. Neither of them touched her.

-

Getting out of the club was chaos.

The floor was packed, people shoulder to shoulder, music still going hard even though it was well past two. Everyone wanted to get one last drink, one last dance, one last picture. But the moment Annie stood up, dazed, off-balance, giggling at nothing, the twins moved like clockwork.

Smoke stepped in front of her, threading his fingers through hers. “Stay close.”

Stack dropped a hand to her lower back. “Don’t let go.”

They guided her through the crowd with Smoke leading, Stack pressed behind, keeping her centered between them. People tried to move in, but bouncers cleared the path before any of them had to raise their voices.

Annie stumbled once, and Smoke caught her.

Stack muttered behind her, “Be careful, baby.”

Annie just nodded her head and let herself be guided out of the club.

The car was already waiting out front, a tinted SUV with the back door open. Stack helped her in, making sure to grip her waist as she drunkenly clambered inside.

“I’m fine.” Annie slurred as she settled down.

“No, you’re not,” Smoke said, pulling her seatbelt across her body.

“I’m sexy.”

Stack snorted. “Facts. But you still not fine.”

Smoke shut the door before Annie could respond, and the two men got in the front of the car. 

The ride wasn’t long, but her energy had shifted to something slower now. The drunk was settling deep into her bones. They rode in semi-silence. The only sound was Annie humming while staring out the window.

When they pulled up in front of her building, she didn’t move.

Smoke tried first. “Come on. Time to go in.”

Annie turned her head away from them. “No.”

Stack raised an eyebrow. “No?”

She mumbled something they couldn’t hear.

Smoke pushed the door open wider to give her more room to step out. “Alright. Let’s go.”

She swung her leg out, then immediately cursed. “My feet hurt.”

“Shouldn’t’ve worn those damn boots,” Stack said, crouching in front of her. “Come here.”

She hesitated, then gave him her foot with a dramatic sigh like she was doing him a favor.

He slid one boot off, then the other, setting them aside. “Dramatic.”

“Mean,” she mumbled.

Stack smirked, standing up with her boots in one hand, her small purse now dangling from his wrist. “Brat.”

“I’m not a brat,” she said with her head leaning against the door.

“You’re acting like one.”

She swatted at him and missed.

Stack stood up. “I got your stuff. Come on, baby girl.”

Annie sat barefoot in the car, arms crossed. “I don’t wanna walk.”

“Then don’t,” Smoke said simply.

He turned, dropped to one knee at the curb, and looked over his shoulder. “Get on.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Annie.”

She hesitated for all of three seconds before climbing on, arms around his neck, chest pressed to his back. He lifted her easily, like he’d done it a hundred times.

Stack followed, heels in one hand, her purse slung over the other shoulder. They didn’t speak until they were inside her building, heading for the elevator.

Smoke adjusted her legs on his back. “She sleep yet?”

“Nah, but she will be,” Stack muttered.

“I can hear y’all,” Annie mumbled into Smoke’s neck.

Stack smiled while Smoke shook his head.

Things seemed to shift after that night at the club, and Annie didn’t know what it was. Things with Stack had been a little rocky. And at first they were small, but they only seemed to get bigger as time passed. 

It started on a Friday night. Annie had gotten Smoke to drop her off at Stack’s after she had a wonderful off-day from work, exploring the city.

So here she was, sitting on his couch in a hoodie and too-short shorts. She had ordered his favorite takeout from the little Japanese spot around the corner. A playlist they had made after they found the perfect set of songs to make out to was playing throughout the apartment. 

Stack walked in forty minutes later, with no prior text or phone call. He didn’t have an explanation upon his entry. He simply kissed her on the cheek and walked into the back room. 

“Babe?” she called gently.

He came back out, rubbing his neck. “Long day.”

“Can we still watch something?”

“Not tonight. I’m tired, baby.”

That night, he didn’t even touch the food.

The next Monday, they were supposed to go out for the evening. It was an apology date for the weekend prior. He had it all set up for the whole week: dinner and maybe a walk if the weather held up.

Annie was fully prepared. She had on that soft, wine-colored dress she knew he liked. She even did her makeup, despite being tired from work. She had gotten her hair braided back so she didn’t have to worry about that. 

She was fully dressed and ready a little earlier than planned, so she waited. But as she waited, an hour passed, then another. And there was still no call nor text, not even a damn pigeon message. And after the restaurant had been closed for twenty minutes, and she had started to take off her clothes and makeup, she received a text. He didn’t even have the decency to call her.

Sorry baby. I got caught up in some work stuff. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.

And yet, he didn’t keep his word.

 A week later, they went shopping. It wasn’t planned. Annie had mentioned needing a new dress, and Stack said he’d take her. Maybe make a day out of it.

And for a minute, it was nice. But then something shifted.

They stopped in front of a high-end boutique, and Stack’s attention drifted. He pointed at a pair of leopard print heeled boots that look like they come up to the calf. 

“You’d look good in those.”

Annie blinked. “When have I ever worn something like that?”

He didn’t answer, just nodded, brows still knit like he hadn’t really heard her.

Inside the store, he eyed a ruched hot-pink mini-dress that was way more Mia’s speed than Annie’s.

“That’s cute,” he said.

Annie cocked her head. “For who?”

Stack looked at her, then back at the rack.

“…Never mind.”

She didn’t say anything else, but she saw it. She felt the space between them moving them even further apart.

And it only continued to grow further. It continued on a Thursday night. Annie had told him she had a “small surprise” waiting. Nothing serious. “Just come hungry,” she’d said.

Stack had texted at 6:12 PM:

Be there around 7.

By 8:15, the candles on the dining table had burned halfway down. The food she’d cooked, chili honey salmon, roasted garlic asparagus, and jasmine rice, had gone from hot to warm under foil.

And Annie? She’d changed out of her cooking clothes and into the dark red lace set Mia picked out for her. The one with the strappy sides and matching robe that barely covered her ass. And she waited. Laid out on her couch, checking her phone periodically.

At 10:03 PM, she gave up. Blew out the candles, packed up the food, took off the lingerie, and slipped into a hoodie. She didn’t even turn off the lights, just crawled into bed in silence.

When Stack finally walked in close to midnight, he was quiet. Tired. Head full of other things. He turned into the kitchen and saw the table. The setup was supposed to be an indication of romance. The foil-covered plates, the half-burned candles, and a single wine glass sat on the table.

And then, he walked into the bedroom and saw her curled up, makeup still on. He cursed under his breath. He saw her bare legs tangled in the sheets. Then he looked at the lingerie tossed half-forgotten over the edge of the bed.

He sat down hard in the chair beside her dresser and ran both hands over his face. “What the fuck am I doing...”

-

Fridays usually felt like a breath. But not today.

Annie sat on the bench outside her office building, arms crossed, one heel tapping slow against the concrete. Her phone sat screen-up beside her, untouched, though she’d checked it five times in the last fifteen minutes. Then ten more times before that.

The sun had dipped below the skyline. Office lights clicked off around her one by one. Traffic had started thinning out, and the air was cooling.

Stack was supposed to pick her up an hour and a half ago. She hadn’t heard a word until ten minutes ago, just a vague “on my way” text that didn’t say much and meant less.

Now she wasn’t even looking at her phone. She was just sitting, cold, quiet, and pissed.

The blacked-out Charger finally pulled up. Stack hopped out before it even came to a stop, hands up, voice soft and careful.

“I know, I know, I’m late. I’m sorry, shit got tied up. I tried, baby, I really did.”

Annie didn’t move. She didn’t stand and didn’t look at him.

He slowed as he got close. “You mad?”

She tilted her head and looked at him flatly. “What gave it away?”

Stack sighed. “Annie–”

“I sat out here for almost two hours. In heels and these hot ass clothes. While the cleaning staff left before me.”

“I know. I’m not tryna make excuses–”

“But you’re about to make some, right?”

His jaw flexed. “No. I just…I didn’t mean to keep you waiting like that. I should’ve said something.”

“You think?”

She finally stood up slowly, with a stiffness in her legs from sitting too long, and looked him dead in the face.

“I don’t need much from you. But I do need you to show up when you say you’re going to. That’s bare minimum shit, Elias.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at her, eyes softer than usual, hands in his pockets, like he was trying not to fuck it up worse.

“You’re right,” he said. “I messed up.”

“And I’m not doing that thing,” she added, stepping closer, voice lower, “where I pretend like it’s no big deal just because you look good and call me baby when I get in the car. That shit doesn’t work on me anymore.”

“I don’t want it to,” he said, quiet and honest. “I want to do better.”

Annie stared at him for a beat, then finally walked past him and got into the car without a word. Stack let out a slow breath and followed.

The silence in the car was heavy. But for once, Stack didn’t try to fill it with jokes, or charm, or bullshit. He just drove. And for the first time in a long time, Annie let him sit in the weight of what he’d caused. Because this wasn’t about one missed ride. No, this was about her time, trust, and worth. And it seems like all of it was being taken for granted. 

If Stack wanted to keep her, he was going to have to learn how to carry that right.

-

The room was dim. The TV was on low, and the sheets were still warm. Stack was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, humming something under his breath, like he didn’t have Annie’s frustration from earlier still sitting thick in the air.

Annie lay in his bed, face bare, bonnet on, oversized tee hugging her curves. She was finally settled. Or trying to be. That’s when her phone lit up with a FaceTime call. It would be Mia

She rolled her eyes but answered anyway. “Girl.”

The screen opened up to Mia in the passenger seat of a car, hair pulled up, oversized sunglasses, even though it was dark. Her wife was in the driver's seat, hands on the wheel, chewing gum, vibing to something low on the radio.

“Hey, babes, you look comfortable. Am I interrupting something?”

Annie exhaled. “Nope, I just laid down. He’s in the bathroom.”

Mia grinned. “Perfect. I gotta say something, and I don���t want background noise.”

“So Kennedy took me to the mall earlier today,” Mia continued, flipping the camera around to show a shiny red-bottom shoebox on her lap. “Got me some new So Kates, right?”

Annie smiled, still slow and tired. “She spoils you.”

“Like I deserve,” Mia said with a smirk. “But anyway, while we were at the mall, guess who I saw?”

Annie blinked. “Please don’t say somebody stupid.”

“Stack…” Mia paused before continuing. “With some girl.”

That made Annie sit up a little. “Where?”

“They were in Gucci. He had his arm around her waist and everything. Then they walked into La Perla.”

Annie’s eyebrows furrowed as she was trying to put the pieces together.

Mia leaned in closer to the camera. “They looked real comfortable with each other. And she kind of looked like that girl you pointed out at the club a while back. This was like…I wanna say an hour, maybe before you texted me saying he was late.”

Annie’s chest tightened. She glanced toward the bathroom. The sound of running water still going.

“You sure it was him?”

“Annie,” Mia said flatly. “I’ve known that man as long as I’ve known you. That was definitely him.”

“Maybe it was a cousin or something–”

“Baby, let’s not do that. He had his hand on her waist. Ain’t no cousin getting Gucci bags with his arm around her in broad daylight. And don’t tell me he was buying you lingerie either, ‘cause you’d already been waiting on that damn bench for over an hour when I called.”

Annie didn’t respond.

Mia’s tone softened slightly. “I’m not saying this to hurt you. You know I love you. And yeah, I’ve known the twins just as long as you. But my loyalty ain’t to them.”

“I know.”

“I’m telling you because I don’t like how he left you sitting out there. And now this? I’m just saying you need to put it together.”

The camera jostled as Mia’s wife pulled into their neighborhood.

“We just got home, so call me tomorrow.”

Annie ended the call without saying goodbye.

The bathroom door opened. Stack stepped out in just his sweats, wiping his face with a towel.

He glanced over, casually. “You good?”

Annie’s face was unreadable. But on the inside? Her stomach was tight. Mind racing. That feeling of something not adding up gripped the back of her neck like a warning.

“Yeah,” she said.

She lied.

-

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Proper Apology

Sub!Nam-gyu x Fem!Reader smut one-shot

Summary: after he comes home way past when he said he would, phone dead and not answering your messages- you make him apologize to you properly

Warnings: smut (18+) , oral (f receiving) , sub!namgyu , switch!namgyu (?maybe a lil at the end) , dirty talk, hair pulling , face riding , cum eating , prolly more - read at your own risk

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“No, seriously, ‘Gyu.. I’m fucking pissed…” you say, dodging his hand that was outstretched to try and catch your wrist.

“I said I’m sorry!” Nam-gyu’s voice is nearly a whine, pleading with you to even look at him. He sat on the edge of your bed, wide eyed and anxious as you moved around the room and got ready for bed. You were already in your pajamas (literally just one of his old shirts) but you hadn’t finished your routine because you were up waiting for him!!!

“Okay… and?” You scoff, he cringes at your tone- he really is getting nowhere with this whole apology thing. “you said you’re sorry the previous three times you’ve stayed out till fucking four in the morning!!” You say, whipping around from your vanity to finally face him.

“I’m grown. I don’t have a curfew.” He responds, voice now taking on an annoyed tone. The words fall from his lips before he is even realizes it and as soon as he hears his own voice, hears the words he said- He’s shrinking down- he knows this isn’t what your anger’s about.

“Oh grow the fuck up Nam-Gyu!” He would never tell you but his full name coming from your mouth makes him want to fucking vomit. It was always a pet name or ‘Gyu’. If he wasn’t so enamored with you and focused on making you not mad at him he would have scolded himself for even caring that you were upset.

“You know this isn’t about you staying out late! It’s about you not updating me on where you’re going, not charging your phone while you’re out, and fucking off with some random people.” You say, striding over to where he sits on the edge of your bed.

He looks like a kicked kitten as you stand in front of him, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. Nam-gyu used to not give a single fuck about someone who was mad at him. He lived for himself and for no one else.

That was until he met you.

He knows he fucked up and now a feeling blooms inside of him that’s screaming at him to make it up to you in anyway possible. He doesn’t want you mad at him. He can’t have you mad at him

“I can’t get a hold of you, I don’t know where you are, and then you show up here fucked up, high and drunk, When for 4 fucking hours I’m worried about if you got mugged or killed.” As you speak, your words begin to waver, the anxiety of not knowing where he was for hours and the relief of having him home safe is making a whirlwind of emotions crash over you in an overwhelming way. “You don’t exactly hang with the best and safest crowd.”

He huffs, you’re completely right. The people he often finds himself with were not good people. He most certainly was not safe with them and can see why you’d worry…. but he can take care of himself!

“And you just come back, acting like it doesn’t matter when I’ve told you time and time again that I don’t care what you do if you just let me know you’re okay.”

Nam-gyu reaches out, grabbing one of your hands loosely in his as if he’s scared you’ll retaliate at any sort of touch from him. You look down at him with anger still etched in your features but it really is hard to keep a glare on your face when he’s looking up at you like this…like a small kid getting scolded.

“I won’t do it again…” He murmurs, thumb brushing over the back of your hand in soft circles. “You said that the last three times we’ve had this conversation” You respond flatly, frown still etched deeply into your face.

He’s sucking in a deep breath, eyes darting around your room anxiously as he thinks about what to do. Soon his dark eyes return to fixate on you. “Do I need to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness for you to forgive me or something??”

You scoff, and rolling your eyes. Yanking your hand out of his, you cross your arms, thinking he’s trying to be a smartass yet again. “You know what?” You say with a sardonic laugh, “Yeah.” You seethe, “You’d have to get on your knees and bed me.” You spit out, expecting him to do anything but that.

He moves quick, sliding off the edge of the bed and hitting the wood floor of your room knees first. A dull ‘thud’ echo’s through your room, it’s loud enough that it makes you cringe at how hard his knees hit the floor.

Nam-gyu looks up at you, chin tilted upwards as his hands once again find yours, intertwining his fingers with your smaller ones. “C’mon….please…” He whines, leaning forward to rest his chin on your stomach. “I’m really sorry…” he continues, turning to nuzzle his cheek into your abdomen.

Your heart is in your throat. The image of him on his knees nuzzling into you like your acceptance of his apology is the only thing that could keep him alive is making your mind swim.

“I can make it up to you…” dark eyes flick up at you, his face squished against your stomach.

Nam-gyu’s voice snaps you out of a trance you didn’t even realize you were in. He releases your hands from his. Large palms splay themselves on your thighs, the metal of his rings biting into your skin. His hands travel upwards, bunching up the baggy fabric of the t-shirt you wore as they go.

“I’m really sorry y’know…” he leans in and places a kiss on your lower stomach as it’s revealed to him. His hands spread themselves out- palms resting on your stomach while his fingertips wrapped over to your waist. He pauses for a moment, fingers dancing along the skin with feather light touches. “…I know you jus’ worry about me…”

Lips trail along your hip bones as he looks up at you, easy pleading. Your words are caught in your throat, yes…you’re so fucking pissed at him, but something blooms deep within you when you see your boyfriend on his knees before you, looking like a needy puppy.

When Nam-Gyu catches that you’ve paused, that your hand is hovering over his head to thread through his hair like you always do when he gives you head, he thinks he’s won. He’s out of the woodworks; you’ve forgotten you’re mad. His lips trail lower, kissing over your pubic bone and making their way to where he assumed he would get easy forgiveness.

Maybe if Nam-Gyu wasn’t a little shit at heart and if he could hide the shit eating grin that spreads across his face- he would have been in the clear.

But the second his grin becomes visible to you, the moment his nails bite into the skin of your hips like he knows he has some dominance in this situation- you’re mad once again. He’s caused you so much worry!!! Not just tonight, this had been an on going issue!!

The hand that was hovering over his head, does grab his hair like he imagined you would, but he didn’t expect you to pull him away.

You hand twists into his dark locks, gripping hard as you yank his head back, forcing him away from your body. When you do, you’re graced with a choked gasp coming from Nam-gyu’s mouth. His lips, wet with his own spit from kissing along your hips, are parted slightly.

He looks up at you, eyebrows upturned and lips curled into a sorry excuse of a snarl. “You really are pathetic if you think you’re gonna get away with this just by eating me out.”

A feeling that Nam-gyu has never felt before comes over him like a suffocating vice, tightening his chest and ripping his breath from his lungs.

‘Pathetic’

Yeah…he figured he could be called that right about now. On his knees, hair fisted into his hair and keeping his head pulled back despite how he fights. He never imagined that word would come from your mouth…and he aimed at him. And the fact that it is…he likes it. Not to mention the anger in your eyes that’s hazed over by a lust, it’s making his cock jump against his boxers and jeans. Oh….he really likes it.

“C’mon, I can just-“ Nam-gyu attempts to get out but you pull his hair, yanking his neck back, his words falling into a hiccuped whine.

“Call me mistress.” The words feel foreign coming out of your mouth but you glare down at him, and keep the charade going. Your hand tightens its grip that it has on his hair, yanking his head back.

Nam-gyu lets out a whimper, looking at your cunt as he’s pulled away like some treasure he longs to uncover. It’s takes him a moment to register what you said, what you’re requesting, but when he does..His eyes move up to lock with yours, the pout he had on his face twisting into a wicked grin.

Tilting his head the best he could with how hard you were holding his hair, he cocks an eyebrow and smirks, “You gonna forgive me?” He muses, almost in a playful tone as he begins to fight your hand that holds him still.

Pulling him back with one more harsh tug, he stills, a sharp breath falling from his lips. The sound is somewhat of a moan and squeak- adorable really. But it’s never a sound you heard come from your boyfriend.

Nam-gyu seems to realize the noise he made, becoming painfully aware of how turned on he is. He tries to hide it, eyebrows furrowing as he looks up at you. His dark eyes are narrowed and he’s scowling, you’d think he hates this…but the very visible outline of his erect cock in his jeans gives him away.

“You gonna fucking listen to directions for once?” Your voice takes on a domineering tone, like you’re scolding a puppy. As your fingers tighten into a fist within his long hair his eyes roll back and flutter shut, dark lashes fanning his flushed cheeks.

Nam-Gyu lets out a shuddering breath, his cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt. He’s never seen this dominant side of you before and it’s a something he welcomes with open arms. With every harsh tug or scolding word that falls from your mouth, the wet spot on his boxers becomes larger. It’s pathetic really, you haven’t even touched him and all you have been doing is reprimanding him like some dog- and here he is…aching, throbbing, for more.

You carefully pick up one foot, bringing it up and placing it down on one of his shoulders. The second your sopping cunt is inline with his eyes, Nam-gyu is fighting against your hand once again, tongue lolled out and awaiting.

“Answer me.” You seethe, jerking his head side to side. Nam-gyu sucks in a shuddering breath, “Yes m-mistress.”

The term comes out awkwardly, like he’s stumbling over it. But the way it rolls off his tongue, in a soft plea- almost a whimper- fuck it sounds so good.

“Good.” You spit out, “keep your tongue out and your hands off yourself.”

Your terse tone does things to Nam-Gyu, his cock pulsating. He wants to argue, it’s fucked up! You know more often than not he loves to jerk off while eating you out.

“Are you-“

He wants to say ‘are you serious!?’ Because this seems like way too much of a punishment. Nam-Gyu is cut off by you raising a threatening eyebrow, like you’re begging for him to test you right now. His lips close, a start of his submission. They part once again when he lolls his tongue out, his eyebrows furrowed and his eye glaring at you.

You scoff, slowly dragging his head back towards your cunt. When the tip of his tongue is ghosting over your pussy, you drag his head up and down, nice n’ slow, running his tongue in a stripe up your pussy, before pulling him away once again.

When he gets his first real taste of your cunt, his eyes are rolling back and he’s sucking his tongue back into his mouth and humming at the taste. He quickly opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, wide and flat- awaiting in the way just like you asked.

“Hmm…seee…” you hum out mockingly, “you can listen.”

Nam-gyu wants so badly to touch himself, at least release his cock from his pants and boxers because fuck, he’s so hard it hurts.

You bring him back your cunt, this time finally pushing his face into your sopping folds. It’s pathetic how quickly Nam-Gyu begins to devour your cunt. His tongue is lathing over each fold, swallowing down mouthful after mouthful of your sweet, syrupy wetness. You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut and kick your head back towards the ceiling.

He keeps to his obedience, keeping his tongue out as you rock your hips back and forth. Completely using him. When your eyes flutter open, and you lazily roll your head to look down, Nam-gyu looks up at you through thick lashes, nose bumping against your pubic bone. His eyebrows are upturned in a needy expression, like he can’t get enough of the feeling of your soft cunt running over his tongue.

“Y-you look soo good like this..” you’re panting out before you can even register the words. Grinding down further onto his face, Nam-Gyu is whining against you at your praise and being brought closer to your sweet cunt.

Wrapping his plump lips around your throbbing clit, he assaults it with his tongue. Lifting one hand he’s circling your quivering entrance with two fingers, pushing them with so much ease due to his mess he’s made between your thighs. You want to scold him, tell him off for touching you and doing what he wants when this was supposed to be his punishment- but he’s immediately curling his fingers to hit that spot that makes you see stars.

“Squeezing my f-fingers so tight…feel good?” Nam-gyu murmurs, words vibrating against your clit, each syllable sending electricity up your spine. His voice is so creaky; whiny and high pitched in a tone that just urges more globs of creamy arousal to be pushed out of your quivering pussy each time his fingers push into you. He’s speaking to you like he needs to hear your approval.

You smirk, only slightly before sucking in a shaky breath and frowning down at him, mockingly. “You c-can do better.”

It’s a quick switch that’s flipped, Nam-Gyu gasps into your pussy, you’re sure you can see tears begin to well in his eyes, his eyebrows knit together as if he’s trying to concentrate harder. One hand in your quivering cunt, the other gripping harder at the flesh of your ass, he works relentlessly.

He’s mumbling praises of how sweet you are, fingers rubbing against your walls like he knows every inch- and he does. He’s prodding his fingers violently against your g-spot and chuckling lowly as you begin to jolt and writhe harder above him.

“D-doing so fuckin good, baby.”

The praise that fall from your lips seems to awaken a slumbering beast within him. His eyes flutter open, dilated pupils fixed directly up at you. Nam-Gyu nods, smearing your cunt up and down his face. He pulls his fingers from your walls, hands finding your ass and grabbing, pulling you down against him, beginning to rock your hips against his face.

Obscene, wet sounds fill your ears as Nam-gyu’s tongue licks at your cunt. Your head is tipped back to the ceiling, choked sobs rip themselves from your throat every time his tongue fucks itself into your gooey walls. When you begin to move your hips on your own Nam-Gyu swears he could start crying. This was complete heaven.

“Mmph…f-fuck keep riding my face, m-mistress.” His voice is muffled by your puffy cunt. When your head falls back forward to look down at him you’re graced with a picturesque view. Nam-Gyu looks up at you wide-eyed and eager, making a show of opening his mouth wide with every suck of your cunt so you get the perfect view of your creamy arousal pour into the back of his throat.

His face is coated, he’s made a complete fucking mess of himself. The grey shirt he had on is completely soaked to a darker color. He shifts, nose rubbing against your pubic bone as he licks impossibly deeper into you. And how can you deny him when he’s looking up at you with big eyes, like a desperate puppy trying to get a treat he’s been dying for.

Your fingernails scratch at his scalp, brushing more of his hair back and out of his face before your fingers tighten back into a fist and tug- pressing him impossibly deeper into your cunt. As you do, you watch as his eyes flutter shut and his dark lashes fan over his flushed cheeks. He whines into your pussy, the sound garbled by his lewd slurps as he drinks down every drop of your arousal he possibly can.

“O-oh fuck! ‘Gyu k-keep going! J-jus’ like that” You pant out, hand in his hair pushing him deeper into your cunt. You’re moving him around messily, grinding your clit against his nose as his tongue works its way around your walls. You try to keep up the dominant and angry act, you really do, but Nam-Gyu has always been skilled with his tongue and with this angle…oh, you’re coming undone quick.

He’s nodding into your pussy, muffled ‘mhm! Mhm!’s reverberate off your cunt. “F-uhhccckk p-please, w-wanna taste it so bad.” Nam-gyu practically sobs into you, desperate and wanting. His hands come up to your ass, gripping the flesh hard and rocking you even more vigorously against his face, smearing your wetness all over his face as if your pussy itself is the fountain of youth.

Moans are ripped from your lungs, despite how much you try to hold them in- he’s just too good. With his tongue splayed wide he’s licking up and down the entirety of your cunt before he’s circling the deft, pink digit around your clit. “Please, f-fuck need it bad.” Nam-gyu whines, nuzzling himself into your cunt and wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit.

His face, already messy with your arousal, is becoming even wetter, sliding against your cunt and inner thighs with ease. You throw your head back, the warmth in your lower stomach reaching a crescendo, blooming deep within your cunt and being coaxed out of you with each devious suck of your clit.

“Fuck! Nam-gyu!!” With a final cry of his name you’re cumming. It washes over your whole body and rips a breathless cry from deep within your lungs. Youre left creaming on his face and in an instant he’s moving lower, mouth entrapping your gushing hole to get every last drop he can- he’s practically sucking it from you.

His nose bumps against your clit, riding you through your orgasm in a way that makes you think you’re gonna pass out. It’s so intense and he just keeps licking you through it, swallowing down your cum with loud gulps and slurps that only add to the whole experience.

“F-uck!shit!fuck! D-don’t fucking stop.” Garbled explicitives and pleas leave your mouth as you’re nearly hunched over him, your hand in his hair moving to the back of his head, holding him in place as you finish out your high.

And he just takes it, mouth relentless, drinking down every bit of your creamy release he can.

Eventually, it becomes too much, his needy tongue licking at your insides starts making your body jolt against him, and with your current position- one leg propped up on his shoulder it’s hard to keep yourself upright and steady.

You’re pulling his head away with a choked half-sob, half-laugh leg falling back to the floor to keep yourself balanced. When you tip your head back down to look at him, he’s a mess to put it simply.

His hair is stuck up in every direction possible, face completely smeared with your cum and arousal. The shirt he wore looks like he took a swim, nearly completely soaked through, a much darker color than what it was when he came home. And his jeans, still tented up but now sporting a similar wet dark spot.

“Did you-“

You’re cut off when he scoots himself back so his back’s against the bed and pulls you with him. Caught off guard, you fall over clumsily, hands planting on the bed. Bent over the bed, Nam-Gyu is under you, hands splaying themselves on your inner thighs. His thumbs pry apart your sensitive, puffy folds.

“Yes.” He says simply, lifting his head up to suck at your clit in a quick movement before pulling back, laughing at how your body jolts violently with overstimulation.

“You had your moment. Made your point.” He says, very obviously not having learned any sort lesson. “M’sorry.” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. The submission he was just showing you long gone as he stares up to your raw pussy, dripping thick strings of arousal down to his face.

“But I think I found my new favorite position to eat you out in so….sit the fuck back down. I had a rough day.”

hehehehe 😈😈😈 I hope you guys enjoyed this- it kinda came out of nowhere. I had a couple requests for sub!namgyu but nothing like this so I wanted to save those specific asks for later smut fics!!

Thank you guys for all the love!!! Let me know what yew think!! - <3 wiwi

[hitomisuzuya]

Secret admirer+neighbour reader that allows Scara to stay over in her room whenever shit gets rowdy at his home for whatever reason. She leaves letters of encouragement in his locker and snacks and stuff. He found it stupid at first but gave up 'reluctantly'.

But like, pls, he knows it's her. The way she looks at him, hopefully, every time he scowls a certain way, he gets a more expensive snack (within the budget of a little middle-class lady, of course), and he starts liking her a bit too...

And anyway, they get into a cute little confrontation when she cares about him a little too much, with a bit too much honesty with the cutest outfit and he's turned on and- you get the idea.

Please, praise kink. Praise my hubby🥺🥺 maybe a bit of degrading from him.

scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. porn with some plot. fluff. degradation. praise for scara. cunnilingus. for narrative purposes, college has lockers for people who live off campus.

i grinned when i read this ask. legit scaramouche would fall in love kicking and screaming reluctantly about it the whole time🤣 this is a little long.

if scaramouche had it his way, he would've chosen to live on campus at the dorms. but no, being so close to the college made his bitch mother suggest he might be more comfortable just living at home. incidentally, it was over just that issue that you meant scaramouche officially for the first time.

you swore he slammed the door loud enough to rattle to every window of his house. and yours. naturally, it startled you, being out on the porch looking at the orange and purple painted clouds of the sunset. you'd seen him around campus before, but social anxiety often came into play. and he sort of treated you like a nuisance when you tried to talk to him.

"you okay?" you asked, giving him a soft look of concern.

"huh? do you need something?" scaramouche snapped, glaring at you in a way that would've made anyone instantly fuck off.

anyone wasn't you, though. "no, it just sounds like you were fighting with someone," you replied, his glare making your cheeks flush.

"yeah, bitch mother," it was like he didn't want to dedicate the extra few seconds of time to string together a longer sentence to mention her in.

"you can come hang out with me in my room for awhile until things cool down. no one is home right now but me," you said shyly, playing with your hair in an annoying way he absolutely couldn't miss.

"uh, sure. yeah whatever, gimme a few minutes," scaramouche grumbled, turning to go back inside the house. back inside to tell his mother to fuck off one more time. he was automatically suspicious. why were you offering? what did you stand to gain from it?

he thought about these questions while he unplugged (ripped the cords out of the outlet) his xbox, and slammed the door again. threw the door to your house open, and sort of stomped up the stairs. he promptly hooked his xbox up to your tv like he was automatically entitled to it.

but you didn't mind. scaramouche always made you feel weak in the knees. you even got him to tell you what he wanted for dinner so you could make it for him.

this became almost something of a daily occurrence. an occurrence that scaramouche was startled to find how comfortable he was becoming with.

you sure are a strange one. you even sat and watched him play video games late into the night, monopolizing your tv and not really giving a shit if there was something you wanted to watch. you never said a thing if there was. dvrs exist, after all. you would cheer him on and praise him when he was playing good. you looked stuff up on your phone to help him if he got stuck on a part somewhere.

you would remind him about tests tomorrow. he told you whatever and ended up not studying. he didn't really need to honestly. thing is, though, you started leaving notes of encouragement tucked into his folders or notebooks. or left them in his locker with some sort of disgusting sweet treat. "for you to enjoy now or later. it's up to you. good luck today."

he thought it was incredibly stupid. what could you possibly gain from this nonsense? "i don't like sweets," he said, tossing a baggie of oreos on your desk. "disgusting. absolutely no thanks."

your posture stiffened a little, like you'd just been caught red handed doing something secretive. in a way, you had been. "wh-what are you talking about?" you stammered shyly, "who left you those?" you paused for a moment, twisting lock of hair around your index finger. "incidentally, what would you want for something like that?"

scaramouche almost snorted. god, you are so transparent. he knew it was you, but you are still trying to play it off like it wasn't, fidgeting nervously with your fingers. it was disgustingly adorable so he let you carry on with it in his own way. stop it.

"salted rice balls with sea weed in the middle. i like those, not the toxic waste that is chocolate. or rather horse shit," he replied, rolling his eyes.

sure enough, a few days later, salted white rice balls with seaweed in the middle appeared in his locker the next morning. "please, eat these. sorry about before. you try so hard and deserve a good treat."

fuck, fuck, fuck!

he was starting to tuck your notes into his pockets to keep with him throughout the day. some of the snacks you make him looked expensive. and you were the type to buy the ingredients and hand make them yourself. you had to have been getting up super early in the morning to make them or staying up late the night before.

and every time he called you out on it, you shyly played it off. even joking with him about him having a secret admirer, though he swore you looked a little sad at the thought of someone else liking him like you weren't talking about yourself.

even worse, scaramouche started looking at you and thinking; shit, she looks really cute today. those are thigh highs she's wearing cup her thighs perfectly. it makes me wanna..

he'd had enough when he started jacking himself off after he left your house for the night. thinking of you, the innocent girl next door who doted on him and gave him attention. who is way too sweet for her own good. with this stupid crush on him that you refused to say anything about.

how dare you make him fall in love.

you started wearing thigh highs when he mentioned casually he likes them, tempting him with a garter belt. a garter that his eyes strained to casually get a peek at if the pleats of your skirt bounced in just the right way.

he caught you on your way out the door to go the convenience/grocery store that stayed open all night, a list of ingredients and a recipe in your hand to read on the way.

"why do you do this nonsense?" scaramouche asked, snatching the slip of paper out of your hand. he couldn't help but smirk. just like he thought, there was a recipe for rice balls with eel in them and miso soup. you were even going to stop by the coffee shop and get his favorite coffee.

...

fucking hell, you are way too sweet for your own good but damn it, he enjoyed soaking up every bit of your attention now. his bitch mother even "accused" him of dating someone a few days ago. the nerve!

"i..i." you stammered shyly in a way that made him want to kiss you. really really badly. you knew you were caught. "was i that obvious?"

scaramouche snorted. "you are so obvious that you could've landed plane without waving your arms. it was actually a little pathetic," he sighed seeing your reaction. why did you do that? why did your cheeks flush when he flat out insulted you?

and that was how you ended up on your back on his bed, your legs spread and stripped almost entirely of your clothes as he crawled between your legs. "these stay on," he insisted, hooking his finger under the top of your thigh high, letting it snap back on your thigh. he'd angrily kissed you all the way up to his room, pawing at your clothes and swallowing your moans into his mouth.

you always took care of him in your room. and now he was taking care of you properly in his room. it was a chore to fight his pride, anyways. and he didn't want to fight it anymore.

having his hands holding your thighs apart while he licked slow, hungry stripes up and down your pussy was much more preferable. "desperation is good color on you, slut," he groaned, teasingly kitten licking your clit before sweeping it down to swirl around your hole. youclenched on the tip of his tongue like he imagined that you would.

"i..i can't help it," you moan shakily, squirming as you grind on his mouth, "i'm sorry. i'm so in love you with it hurts. i just..just," you are cut off when scaramouche latched his lips around your clit, letting out a gasp of pleasure. your clit tingled and throbbed as he sucked, prodding and swirling his tongue in a way that made a dizzying warmth spread through your core. "i wanted your attention."

you sound so fucking cute it made his cock ache almost painfully. did you have any idea how unbearable you made it all the fucking time? "i saw right through your pathetic attempts to woe me. praise me more, slut. it's making me hard," he groaned, drunk on the taste on your pussy soaking his tongue.

he held your pussy against his mouth as you grinded on his tongue, your fingers finding his hair and pushing his mouth down. "you are perfect, scara!" you cry out, your clit throbbing twice as hard underneath his tongue. "your tongue feels so good! you are all i ever think about!"

he could edge himself on your words praise, soaking up every word. "go on. keep going while i tongue fuck you," he moaned, focusing his tongue on your clit again.

his tongue working your pussy over like a starved animal was making you start to babble nonsense. "your so smart, and handsome and strong. your fingers are beautiful, so beautiful i want to suck on them. don't stop, please. please," you have the cutest sounding whimpers when the jolts of pleasure rocketing through you were too much for you to process.

your precious babbling spurred scaramouche's tongue on, one hand reluctantly leaving your thigh to palm and rub his cock outside his jeans. you deserve to cum hard on his tongue for sounding so sweet.

you twitch and spasm in bliss, tugging urgently on his hair. your hips bucked up to rub and grind on his mouth. you writhed on the bed, relaxing into his possessive squeeze on your thighs. it wasn't long before you couldn't keep it together anymore. or at least as together as you thought you had it. you'd broken on his tongue a long time ago.

you whimper weakly behind your shameless moans, your thighs shaking as your orgasm washed over you. it was so strong it nearly even made your fingers fall limp in his hair. his tongue lovingly fucked you through your orgasm until you were panting and shaking on the cusps of overstimulation. he lapped at your release.

"i think i found the only sweet i will enjoy," satisfied, he sat up and wiped his mouth. you are practically passed out on his bed, exhausted and overloaded. neither of you were making it to your evening classes. he planned to spend that time further devouring you once he let you sleep a little.

[strawberriesandhotmen]

Sucker For You

a/n: Hello my loves! I think this is the fastest I’ve ever written something, so I guess the motivation was strong. I really wanted to get this out for Day 2 of the Bernthirst Movie Madness, because I think that Braxton is one of Jon’s most iconic characters. He’s witty, he’s strong, he’s capable (competence kink?), he loves his brother. Okay? And everything else aside, that lollipop is a main character in and of itself. When do I get one? Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 💞

pairing: boyfriend!Braxton Wolff x fem!reader

CW +18 SMUT: swearing, oral (f!receiving), food play (if you consider lollipops food; if not, chemical play), sharing of food??? (or chemicals), Braxton is a cornball at the end

word count: 1.5k

Braxton with that fucking lollipop of his.

It drove you mad, the way it was always hanging from his lips as he sucked on it absently, like it was the most natural thing for a grown man to do.

It wasn’t, though, as you tried to assure him time and time again. Your efforts were futile, unfortunately for you, as he brushed off your complaints and simply popped in a new one after you had ripped the first from his clutches.

What a child.

A man-child, at that.

Scratch that; the term man-child made you uncomfortable, and you would not be using it to refer to the boyfriend you adored (as infuriating as he could be).

Eventually, ignoring the fact that you were enabling his behavior, you found yourself even restocking his supply. Fighting the urge to grant him new flavors to try, you stuck to the typical red-40 infused candies and even displayed them in a little bowl on the table by his side of the bed.

He was blessed to have you, truly.

And even when you acted cold and exasperated by his habit, he always made sure you knew how much he appreciated you. And it was always good, always pleasurable, until one night it was better. Braxton should get drunk more often, you had thought.

Scratch that a second time; that sounds like male manipulator behavior, and you would be seen in no connection with that.

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“C’mon, baby.” Braxton slurred, stumbling towards you with that damn lollipop protruding from his lips. Even with that godforsaken candy filling his mouth, he was still smirking at you. “Let me show y’how much I love you.” He dragged out the last syllable, reaching his hands out towards you in a grabby fashion. You backed away, earning a pout from him as you shook your head. “Not a chance, Brax. Throw away that damn lollipop first.” He clutched his metaphorical pearls in offense, gasping and nearly choking on his candy in the process. You quickly patted his back to dislodge it from his throat, stepping back when he was breathing normally again and crossing your arms. He cleared his throat once before speaking again.

“Why do I have to throw it away?” Braxton was one of those childish drunks who practically reversed in age whenever they were under the influence. It could be entertaining, but not at times like these.

“Braxton Wolff, either toss the sucker in the trash or you’re getting no sexy times tonight.” His eyes widened as his brows furrowed, clearly hurt by your ultimatum. His eyes left yours momentarily, as if he was considering something. When his gaze returned to yours, you could practically see the gears that had been turning in his head.

“What if…” He began, slipping the lollipop from his lips with a soft ‘pop’ as he took a step closer. “What if instead of throwing this away-” He paused again, placing a finger over your lips as you parted them to protest. “We put it to good use.” His voice lowered an octave as he made his filthy suggestion, causing heat to rise in your lower belly. You weren’t even sure what exactly he had in mind, but the way he said those words was all you needed to hear.

God, drunk Braxton was horny as hell.

Not that you were complaining.

Tucking your bottom lip under your top teeth, you gave him a small nod, almost embarrassed that you had conceded so quickly. He must have been too aroused to notice, though, as he sucked the lollipop back between his lips and shrugged his jacket onto a nearby chair.

Lord help you, those shoulders.

After kicking off his heavy boots, he took your wrist in his hand with a gentle grip, guiding you to lay back on the couch. He undressed you slowly, tenderly, his own clothes joining yours on the floor in immediate succession. It wasn’t until his muscular body settled between your open thighs and the lollipop escaped his mouth again that you gathered what he had meant before.

Oh.

Oh.

Now, the little white stick was clamped between his teeth, the red ball pointing in your direction. Any thoughts you may have had regarding the sanitariness of this situation were long behind you, your mind only fixated on the man above you with darkened eyes.

“This okay?” Brax mumbled through his teeth. Your lips slightly parted, you nodded in agreement, swallowing thickly. One corner of his mouth cocked up in a smirk as he leaned closer, his eyes shifting to your collarbone. Not two seconds after the glance, the slick orb made contact with your skin, and a pathetic whine left your lips at the vileness of it all.

And it truly was filthy, but it only aroused you that much more. Your fingers dug into the couch cushions as the candy moved down your torso at a torturous pace, leaving a trail of red-tinted saliva between the valley of your breasts, all the way to your navel. Your thighs twitched in anticipation, and you ached to thread your trembling fingers through his perfectly quiffed hair.

“Brax…” You whined impatiently, digging your heels into the couch so you wouldn’t buck your hips. You’d rather he didn’t choke again, after all. He looked up from the place he had been staring at between your thighs, tilting his head just slightly as he ran a thumb over the sensitive skin.

“What’s that, baby? You need somethin’?” Jesus, kinkiness sobered him up quick.

“St-stop teasing.” You forced out, looking down at him with a pout. He merely smirked, taking out the lollipop again as he considered your plea. He must have been desperate too, though, because what he did next surprised you.

“Hold this for me, baby.” When you opened your mouth to question his words, you were silenced with the last thing you would have expected.

The fucking lollipop.

The artificial cherry flavoring coated your tongue almost instantly, the red-40 surely staining your tongue in a way that would last. Amidst your confusion, you barely registered the way Brax’s mouth was now centimeters from the apex between your thighs, not until he spoke.

“Try not to choke while I do this.” Your head fell back against the armrest as he dove between your legs, lips and tongue working in tandem to bring you to pieces. He moaned against you as the taste of you and the candy melded together, the heady flavor making his vision spin. His calloused hands pressed your thighs apart, mercifully letting you buck your hips as needed.

You sucked on his lollipop to muffle your moans, quite sure the rest of the apartment complex didn’t sign up for audio-porn when they woke up this morning.

“Taste so damn good, baby.” He growled between kisses and sucks, unable to keep his hips from rutting against the couch at the sounds you were making for him. “Shit, we have to do this more often.” You let out a particularly loud and pathetic moan in response, your hips stuttering as you felt yourself reach the precipice.

You were so close, practically right there, and it was utterly torturous. Braxton felt the way you clenched around his tongue sporadically, and he intensified his ministrations, wanting to push you over the edge more than anything.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let go f’me.” And with only two or three more thrusts of his tongue, you were gone. Arching off the couch as you moaned around his lollipop. Kissing you through your high, Brax finally climbed back up your body, smiling sweetly as he swiped the slick off his chin. He pulled the lollipop from your mouth with a soft ‘pop,’ throwing the nearly finished candy into the nearby trash can.

“You feel alright, pretty girl?” He hummed, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. You were panting, barely able to string together a cohesive thought, let alone an intelligible sentence.

“We will be doing that again, just give me a few minutes.” He let out a low, gravelly laugh at your decisiveness, pressing a couple of soft kisses to the crook of your neck.

“You wanna know somethin’, baby?” You tilted your head a little, nodding in response. He leaned forward, his lips ghosting over your ear as he whispered, “I’m a sucker for you.” You rolled your eyes at his corny statement, giggling at the butterflies it gave you all the same.

“You’re a cornball.” You said with a smile, pushing some hair off of his forehead. He smiled back, pressing a teasing kiss to your nose.

“Only for you, my sweet girl. Only for you.”

[kcrabb88]

I'm spinning around the themes of haunting in Andor this morning. Things that haunt the narrative. Things that haunt the characters.

The Death Star, obviously, haunts the narrative from the word go because of Rogue One. You see Cassian starting to assemble the weapon that will eventually kill him in season one. Ghorman happens. Mentions of Jedha. The horror over it grows slowly but surely until you see Krennic looking at it through the window.

Palpatine, as I've said a few times, is constantly haunting the narrative. You never see him, but every single time I heard a reference to him I felt it in my chest. I gasped. The "save the sermon for Palpatine" in one of the final episodes almost took me out because they so often just called him "the emperor" so to hear a rare mention of his actual name was powerful. And it's Mon who finally speaks the name of the monster in the previous episodes. And when she does, it takes away some of his power. Things start to slowly unravel for the empire from that moment on.

The Force haunts Cassian through the entire show. This is where you need to be this is where you need to be this is where you need to be, it says to him, via Luthen, the Force healer, Bix, Kleya. He still has to choose it, though. He has to decide for himself. The Force will give you a clue, but it doesn't make your choices for you. To choose that fate is to choose the light not really just for himself but for the entire galaxy, but he still GETS to choose it. He gets to choose it to make everything he's sacrificed worth it.

Two genocides haunt Bail. The Jedi genocide--he was one of the only people in the galaxy to speak out against it. His own genocide that he doesn't yet understand will occur. The camera kept panning to him when Mon spoke of the Ghorman genocide. In the last episode, you could just FEEL it hanging over him. Padme's death, too, haunts him. She's not there but she is. The knowledge that he bears about who Palpatine really is, who Vader is, what happened to Obi-Wan, and the truth of his own beloved adopted daughter. Having to be apart from Breha so much, you can FEEL how lonely he is carrying all of that.

Bix is haunted by her torture. You see how much she struggles. How she takes drugs to sleep. She gets to kill her ghost so he can't hurt anyone else, but it still wounded her so, so deeply (and then more bad stuff happened which only aggravated that!)

Dedra is haunted by her parents. They were criminals, CRIMINALS, and she'll never be like them, no, she'll be the empire's good soldier with all these men, but those men chew her up and spit her out until SHE is the one in prison having committed horrible atrocities in the empire's name, and she's just like her parents in the end, because the empire decided she was.

Mon is haunted by the things she's had to do for the Rebellion (even as she recognizes and appreciates the things Cassian has had to do). Letting her childhood friend be assassinated. Letting go of her dreams of peace, of what she knew before any of this, the senate, her home since she was a teenager, because it's not working anymore. Handing her daughter over to child marriage, and that daughter somehow WANTING that marriage.

Anyway! I'm sure there's more! But I just think it's Neat.