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Spitfire | vi

Rumours spread around the internet, causing turmoil like never before. In a desperate attempt to forget,y/n takes solace in the bar, making it a mission to forget him completely. Jake is left wondering if he’ll ever get a chance to explain himself. When her roommates try to do damage control, they’re left wondering if the Twitter feed and speculation is really the biggest issue, or her way of covering up her crippling fear of falling in love.

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Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: cheating/cheating rumours, Twitter, binge drinking, unhealthy coping mechanisms, lots of angst, crying, like a 2 second mention of throwing up (very short because i hate throwing up with a violent passion), basically this whole chapter is an angsty shitshow because I live for drama, sorry if I missed any!

so obvi i had to throw in some heartbreak to offset all the fluffy happiness, cause that’s just who i am. lots of projection in this one (hey, at least I’m owning up to my flaws) but this is just an angsty mess before we get to a happy ending cause I wanted to showcase how detrimental the internet/social media can be and how bad ldr sucks 😁 as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes 🫶🏻 (also thank you all so much for the love on this series. im having a lot of fun writing it and it overjoys me to see that other people like it, too)

Your feet carried you to the living room, speed faster than you’d ever ran before. When you turned the corner of the hallway, your footing slipped and you had to brace yourself on the wall. Eve was sprawled on the couch. She looked to you, eyes wide with panic, scared that something bad happened. “What has got you all riled up?” She threw her phone beside her, sitting upright.

“I-I, uh, I just…” you were breathless, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to formulate your words. “The… t-the-“

“Just fucking spit it out!” She laughed, clearly understanding that your rapid approach was due to good news rather than bad.

“Okay, sorry.” You ran your hand through your hair, pushing it away from your face. “I think I’m gonna throw up.” You laughed, fanning your face with your hands. Tears were threatening to spill over, and your skin was prickling with excitement. “So I started my internship on Monday, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” She said, waiting for an explanation.

“And I met everyone in the ‘office’.” You air-quoted office, knowing you’d only interact with them over zoom meetings for the four month duration. “But I met the head of the department today, the big boss.” She gave an eager nod. “He told me that he read over my research report. He said it was one of the best he’s ever read.”

“No way!” Eve was standing now, bouncing with just as much enthusiasm.

“Yeah, but that’s not it.” You stopped her. “I mean yeah, that’s fantastic, but it’s way better than that.” You felt the tears begin to roll down your cheeks, too caught up in the situation to care. “He wants to continue on with it. He told me he thinks the idea is fantastic and worth the money. I’m not going to be working on, or following up somebody else’s research this summer. They want to work on mine.” Her eyes were wide, her previous demeanour completely frozen. After a few seconds, she exploded into a scream and engulfed you into a hug. You held on to her, wanting to yell just as badly. “Can you punch me? Just to make sure I’m not dreaming?”

She pulled back, shaking her head and wiping your tears away. “Not a dream.” She laughed, pulling you in for another embrace. “Y/n, they picked your topic from an undergraduate, not even a masters or a PhD. Do you know how huge that is?”

“I know! He told me he’s been waiting to work with me since the end of my first year. Apparently I’m the at the top of the program.” You were almost lightheaded, not being able to process what was happening.

“I’m so proud of you.” She said, taking your hands into hers. She gave them a squeeze, bringing you back to reality. “Did you tell anyone else?” You shook your head.

“No, I was going to text the sibling group chat and get it all over at once. I want to call Jake, but I’m just not sure if he’s busy or not.” You explained.

“Call him! If he’s busy, he won’t answer. I think this is way too important to wait to tell him.” She encouraged you.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna… I’ll go call him.” You breathed.

“Okay, but I’m taking you to dinner tonight to celebrate. We’ll go to The Garden, maybe get some drinks afterwards. It is Friday, after all.”

“Yeah, that sounds amazing. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You assured her.

“Good, now go call your loverboy.” She shooed you away. You jogged back to your room, letting the door fall shut behind you.

It had been almost two weeks since Jake left, meaning that your trip to Atlanta was right around the corner. Your brothers left the week prior, leaving your home quieter than you liked it. It was amazing having everyone there, but it was terrible when they all had to leave. You were adjusting, though, and knowing you were going to see Jake in a few days was really helping.

You slipped on the hoodie he’d so graciously left for you, and found the bottle of cologne, giving the front a small spritz. The smell immediately swarmed your senses, making you close your eyes in bliss. When your end of day meetings came to a close, you practically lived in his sweater. Him being gone this time was a little easier now that you had small reminders of him. You pulled your phone out, dialling his number off by heart. Your hands were vibrating as you clicked the speakerphone button. The dial tone rang a few times, but you couldn’t help but hope he’d pick up. You tapped your fingers on the wood of your desk, trying to remember if he told you he had a show or an interview that day.

“Hey, it’s Jake. Leave a message.” Your stomach sank with disappointment, but you didn’t let it last too long.

“Hey, rockstar. Big news, call me as soon as you can. Love you.” You didn’t let the voicemail linger, ending the call as soon as you finished speaking. As you stared at the screen of your phone, you realized you hadn’t heard from Jake since the night before. It was very strange of him not to send a good morning text, but you were so busy with work meetings all day you hadn’t picked up your phone at all.

You debated calling again, but decided against it. Instead, you went to your contact list and clicked on Josh’s name. You were expecting the same empty tone, but you were surprised when he answered after the first ring. “Hey, mama.” His usually happy tone was so comfortably familiar.

“Hey, Josh.” You couldn’t help but smile. Josh had rapidly become another brother to you, just the same as Sam and Danny.

“What could I have possibly done to deserve a call from such an angel?” You rolled your eyes, a laugh making its way out. Josh was a very verbal person, and extremely friendly, too. At first, you were a bit thrown off by his strong compliments, but you’d gotten over it quite quickly once you realized Jake never batted an eye about it. Clearly there was a lot of mutual trust between the two.

“Just missed your sweet voice, is all.” You joked. He let out a small chuckle.

“You’re too kind,” he said “but really, what’s up? Usually I’m the one calling you.”

“Don’t say it like that, that makes me sound like an asshole.” You replied.

“You know what I mean.” You could practically hear his eye roll through the phone.

“I know,” you assured him. “I was just calling to see if you knew where Jake was. I haven’t heard from him all day and I got some pretty big news. I called to tell him and he didn’t answer. I thought maybe you were all doing rockstar stuff, but it seems like you were waiting around for someone to call you.” You teased.

“Maybe I just drop everything to talk to you. Have you thought about that?”

“Whatever you say, Joshua.”

“To answer your question, I have no idea where he is. Today is kind of a day off, I guess. We’ve got a meeting tonight, but that’s more of us just hanging out with the managers.”

“Oh, that’s weird, then.” You said, uneasiness sprouting in your stomach.

“He could be asleep, or in music writing mode. I’ll get to the bottom of it for you.” He promised.

“Thanks, super-sleuth.” You laughed.

“What’s your big news?” Josh asked, changing the subject. You didn’t think the topic change was suspicious, more or less just Josh being nosy.

“I don’t know if Jake would forgive me if I told you first.” You were being honest. Jake wanted to be your biggest supporter, and you didn’t know if you telling Josh first would cause any issues. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him.

“Ah, come on, mama. He didn’t answer, so it’s his loss. Besides, we’re practically the same person. Same DNA and all, you know?”

“I don’t think that makes you the same person, honey.” You giggled. “I think you just want to know.”

“Duh,” he scoffed “I won’t tell him, I promise. I’m really good with secrets.” Somehow, you weren’t sure if you believed him. But you were so excited about your accomplishment that you were itching to tell anyone who was willing to listen.

“Fine, okay, but promise you won’t say anything.”

“I won’t, I swear!” You could hear the giddiness in his voice.

“Okay, I’ll hold you to it, then.” You told him. “Basically, I started my summer internship with the biotechnology society this week. Today I met the head of the department and he told me he’s been wanting to work with me for a long time. He read my report about non-invasive blood-glucose tests and he wants to take it a step further. He thinks it’s worth the time and money.” You rushed out, feeling the excitement take over again.

“Y/n, that is fantastic!” He said. You could feel his smile in his words. One thing you adored about the four boys is that they all seemed incredibly genuine.

“Thank you, Josh. It’s super cool. Usually they only study graduate topics, but I guess he thinks I have what it takes.” You breathed, barely believing your own words.

“You absolutely have what it takes, mama, and Jake is going to be over the moon when you tell him.” You felt a smile break out on your lips.

“Thank you.” You really meant it. Jake and his brothers were always seemed so proud of you, and it made you feel so important. “I can’t wait to see you guys this weekend.”

“We’re really looking forward to it, too. Jake’s been so uptight when we practice because he wants to impress you at the show. It’s starting to get unbearable.” You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief as if he could see you.

“I’m going to be the biggest fan there, even if he forgets how to play every song.”

“I know that, y/n. He just wants to show off for you. I, on the other hand, don’t have to practice. I already know I’ll win you over.” You rolled your eyes.

“Uh-huh,”

“Oh come on, what’s the matter with a little brotherly competition?” He joked.

“It seems more like a pissing contest.” You said. “Well, as nice as it’s been talking to you, I must go call my own brothers and tell them the news. They’ll be really upset if they find out I told you, first.”

“Like I said, my lips are sealed.” He promised. “I’m really happy for you, y/n.” His earlier tone of humour was gone, replaced with sincerity.

“Thank you, and thanks for picking up.” You said.

“As if I’d ignore you. I’ll find out what’s up with Jake and let you know. Talk soon?”

“Of course. Talk to you later, Josh.” You bid your goodbye. He hung up first, leaving you staring at the blank screen. Worry started to consume you, unsure of what Jake could be up to. The radio silence was extremely strange.

Before calling your own siblings, you decided to jump in the shower. You connected to your Bluetooth speaker, playing music softly in the background as you undressed and turned the faucet on. You climbed in, humming softly to the first song that came up on shuffle. You washed your hair and worked at getting all of the knots out. You took your time washing your body, letting the hot water sooth your stiffness from sitting in an office chair all day. You even took the time to exfoliate and shave. When you stepped out, you felt like a new person. You dried off, wrapping your hair in a towel, and throwing on an oversized t-shit and some sweatpants.

You went back to your room and threw your old clothes in your laundry basket. As you sat on the edge of your bed, your phone chimed from beside you. Your eyes fell on the screen, trying to make out who the message was from. Josh’s name was showing in the notification bar, so you picked it up to read what he said.

Twin Rockstar

Hey, checked on Jake. Don’t think he’s in his room. Will let you know when I find him :)

You typed a quick reply before clicking on your brothers contact. You figured you shouldn’t put off telling them the news any longer, and Sam would be the most likely to answer. You told him you needed him to call you ASAP, throwing your phone back on the mattress. You got up, moving to the closet and scouring through your heaps of clothes. Your hands settled on a simple red dress. Enough to look classy, but not enough to catch too much attention. You threw it on, spritzing some perfume and throwing on some deodorant. As you took your hair down to dry, you started on your makeup. You didn’t put on too much, just enough to accentuate your features.

You finished with swiping on the same lipstick you’d worn the night you met Jake. It was your favourite one before that night, but ever since it had caught his attention, it was the only one you liked to wear. Just as you were finishing up, your phone began to ring. You shuffled over, grabbing it off the mattress and accepting the video call. “Hello, Samuel.” You said, looking over his face.

“So you saw it, too?” He asked, forgoing any type of greeting. You raised an eyebrow, confused at what he could be talking about. He watched you carefully, quickly realizing that you did not want to call him for the same reason. “Oh, nothing.” He said, sheepishly. Your eyes hardened, not willing to play the game with him. He’d always done that; start a sentence or a story and try to change topics. Usually it was only when something bad happened. He hated giving bad news.

“What, Sam?” You pried, waiting for him to give in.

“Nothing, y/n. It was probably just a rumour anyway.”

“Just tell me, please.” You sighed. He shifted uncomfortably under your stare, but eventually conceded.

“I saw something. It’s probably nothing, I just thought you saw it, too, and that’s why you wanted me to call. You never send an urgent message.”

“What did you see, Sam?” Your stomach was twisting with anxiety the more the conversation went on. He let out a jumble of words that you had a hard time understanding. When you gave him a look of confusion, he rolled his eyes.

“I was doing my daily routine of stalking everyone on the internet.” He said, seeming to have trouble with how he was going to word his sentences. Leave it to Sam to spend an hour a day to catch up on everyone else’s drama. “And I saw a couple posts, a-and I think it’s just speculation and rumours,” he led into the topic as easy as he could. “But there’s a couple pictures of Jake going around. With another girl. And everybody thinks it’s a possible girlfriend.” He breathed. Your stomach dropped, but you held your expression firm, not letting a hint of emotion through.

“Oh, okay.” Was all you said. You tried to reason with yourself, wanting to believe that it was just a misunderstanding. Then, your brain immediately focused on the fact that you hadn’t heard from him all day, which was extremely unusual. That, and he hadn’t even told his brothers where he was. You were certain if Josh was lying to you, you’d be able to tell. He wasn’t very good at it. “Can you send me them?” You asked, clearing your throat to get rid of the lump that was forming.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, squirt. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” His attempt at deflecting the impact was failing miserably.

“Just send them to me, Sam.” Your tone was becoming more angry by the second. He let out a long sigh, but did so without another word. The incoming message popped up on the top of your phone, immediately drawing your attention. You clicked on it, the aforementioned pictures unpleasantly gracing your screen. You tapped on the screenshot, zooming in a little bit to get a closer look.

There he was, unmistakably Jake, sitting at a restaurant table across from an unknown girl. There was a familiar smile on his face, one that made you sick when you thought about him giving it to another girl. You swiped through the photos, quickly finding that it was a whole Twitter chain. ‘Damn, his fans are always on top of the game’ you thought to yourself. There was pictures of them eating together, one with his hand resting on her arm, one of them walking down the street a little too close for comfort, and the last one of her wearing his jacket. You felt an indescribable feeling wash over you.

You read through the comments of fans talking about seeing it, how pretty she was, how happy he looked, and some not so nice tweets. You couldn’t help but feel a small comfort at the unsupportive statements. Your rationale was completely gone now, filled with anger at the sight. More than anything, you felt like an idiot. You fell for him so hard, but he was a boy, and a rockstar, at that. You had no idea why you believed a insignificant girl in Baltimore could tie him down. He probably had a new girl falling for him in every city he visited. Panic started to seep in, realizing that everything you were afraid seemed to be coming true. The look in his eye when he was smiling at her sent a shiver down your spine. It was so similar to how he looked at you.

There was a small part of you insisting there must be more to the story. A bigger, louder part of you didn’t care. Your trust for men and significant others was already extremely low before you met him. You’d spent a lifetime getting treated like garbage and cheated on, and even if this wasn’t the case, you weren’t sure if you even wanted to know. It was easier for you to shut down, to draw the conclusion that boys would always be boys. Although the photos weren’t a tell-all, they certainly didn’t make you feel good when you looked at them. A tiny voice in your brain was telling you that you were being irrational, and that you were doing what you always did; you were using this as a scapegoat to jump ship before you got seriously hurt. Self-destruction was a very well acquainted friend of yours, but you thought you’d left it behind a long time ago.

You took a long, shaky breath before speaking again. “I gotta go.” You mumbled, not giving Sam any time to answer. You hung up, completely forgetting about the real reason you wanted him to call you. You turned your phone on silent, throwing on an old jean jacket. You slung your purse over your shoulder, making sure you had everything you needed before you walked out of your bedroom.

The door slammed behind you with enough force to rattle the wall beside it.

As you made your way down the hallway, your jaw was clenched hard enough to made your head ache. Another classic move of yours; burying the sadness in anger. You tried to break out of it your whole life, but having four hotheaded brothers that loved to pick on you made the emotion permanent. Eve peeked her head around the corner to see what created the loud noise, but recoiled at the look on your face. You walked past her, not able to even give a glance in her direction, scared if you did you would break down. You were sure Sam would tell her, anyway. You threw a pair of shoes on and disappeared through the front door as fast as you could. You knew where you were going, and nobody was going to stop you.

You made your way down the street, eyes set forward and unwavering. The tunnel vision made it easy to ignore all of the passerby’s. By the time you made it to the front door of your favourite bar, you were positively sick with despair. Your stomach was churning and your chest was aching. You wanted nothing more than to go home and cover yourself in blankets and sleep the pain away, but you were never so willing to let a boy ruin you. You pushed through the front door with such a force that everyone’s head turned to look at you once you stepped inside. You went straight to the bar, too determined to drink to pay any mind to them. You stopped once you got in front of the bar, pulling your card out. Mike approached you, giving you a look of curiosity.

“Awful early for you to be here. Usually you only drink before 8 if something serious happened.”

“Triple whiskey sour.” You muttered, in no mood to make conversation. “And two shots of fireball.” He eyed you with concern, but pulled the bottles out, anyway. He wasn’t worried that you couldn’t handle your liquor; he was worried about why you were itching to drink so badly.

“You okay?” He asked as he slid the shot glasses towards you. You took both back to back, ignoring the burning in your chest. It was nothing compared to the ache in your heart.

“Perfectly okay, Mike.” You promised. “Never been better, actually.” He handed you the solo cup, eyes never leaving your face.

“For some reason, I don’t know if I believe you.” He said, watching you take two long drinks out of the glass.

“Quit it with the concerned act. Business is business.” You scolded, mustering a small smile to lessen the blow of the harsh words. You tapped your debit card against the machine once he pushed it towards you, taking a seat in one of the chairs. Tonight was not a dancing night, you decided. You felt your phone vibrating in your purse. It hadn’t stopped since you left the house. You were sure it was Sam, and you cared so little that you didn’t even bother taking it out to check it.

Your first drink came to an end pretty fast, and Mike, knowing you well enough, kept a steady stream of refills in front of you. By the time 9 o’clock rolled around and the bar began to get busy, you were already hammered. The anger in your body was still raging, but you were drunk enough to bury it deep under the surface. Mike had got a bit more talking out of you as the time passed, only making his concern grow more. You were very elusive as to why you were so desperate to be intoxicated, making him believe that whatever the reason was, was really bad. He’d only seen you drink like that on a few occasions, and rarely ever did you go to the bar alone.

“I think you should answer your phone, darlin’.” Mike said, eyeing your purse on the counter as your phone vibrated. As he sat with you, he took note of all the calls you were ignoring.

“You can.” You giggled, nudging the bag towards him. He sighed, reminding you of your dad when he got upset. “I’m not worried about it.” He reluctantly opened your purse and took your phone out, figuring it was better to let your friends know you were alive. You were good enough friends with Mike for him to feel comfortable enough to answer your phone for you. It definitely wouldn’t have been the first time. He tapped the screen, lighting it up to reveal the extensive list of missed calls and texts.

“Eve sent you a bunch of question marks then asked where you went. She’s called you probably a million times. Sam is very worried about you and says he’s going to fly back here if you don’t answer him. Uh, whoever ‘twin rockstar’ is called and texted a few times. Ally called. And ‘Rockstar’ called you about… fifty times.” He listed off. All you could do was laugh. ‘Fuck Jake’, you thought to yourself.

“That’s nice. Can I get another shot with my next drink?” You asked.

“Y/n, you should at least tell Eve where you are.” You played with the straw in your cup, pretending not to hear him. He gave up, sliding your phone back to where it was before. After a moment, he obliged to your request, placing both drinks in front of you. You threw the shot back, feeling someone slide into the chair next to you as you placed the glass back down. You looked over, not recognizing the boy now in your company. You weren’t sure if you were too drunk to place the face, or if you’d never met him before.

“Hey,” he smiled at you. ‘Pretty smile’ you noted.

“Hi.” You replied, not really feeling up to making conversation. You kept your eyes on your drink, not willing to look up at him again.

“What are you drinking? I’ll buy you one.” You almost laughed out loud.

“No, thanks. I’m okay.” You told him, taking a long sip from your straw to avoid any further trouble.

“Why, you have a boyfriend?” He asked. It wasn’t harsh, more of a genuine inquiry. “He must be a lucky guy.” He spoke again before you could answer. You looked over to him, an unfamiliar feeling settling under your skin. You opened your mouth to respond, but you weren’t sure what to say.

“Uh, no, I don’t.” You decided in a split second. As the words came out of your mouth, it felt like someone had punched you in the stomach. “Not anymore, so I’m just not looking for anything.” You explained, gloom casting over you again.

“Sorry to hear that. He must be real stupid to let someone as pretty as you get away.” All you could do was chuckle at his statement. When silence ensued again, he took it upon himself to fill it. “If you change your mind, come and find me.” He quickly scribbled his number down on a bar napkin and slid it your way. Your eyes fell over it, almost finding it humorous. Once he got up and walked away, you handed it to Mike after ripping it in half.

“So dark and broody broke your heart?” Mike asked, tossing the paper in the garbage.

“Don’t say it like that. Makes him sound more important than he is. You have to love someone for them to break your heart.” You explained. Mike eyed you, a knowing look on his features.

“I think you’re lying to yourself, honey.” He said, handing you another shot. He was hyper-aware of your state, wanting to recognize when he needed to cut you off. “It’s okay to get hurt. Makes us human.”

“No lies and not human.” You told him, a sweet smile on your lips.

“Whatever you say.” He shook his head, moving on to serve the next customer. You lost yourself in the music playing over the speakers, finally seeming to rid yourself of the overwhelming emotions. Your face was hot and your body felt light. Your head was swimming with words, but none of them came together to make a worthwhile statement. The intoxication had reached a point where all of your inhibitions were gone; it was a dangerous situation for someone hurting so badly. Just because you weren’t currently immersed in the hurt, didn’t mean you weren’t trying to suffocate it for good.

You walked over to the pool tables, grabbing a cue and racking the balls. You sipped at your drink, shooting aimlessly and sinking shots intermittently. After a while, a group of people joined you at your table. You had no idea who they were, or what their names were. You were sure they told you, but you were in no state to remember them. There were a few girls and two guys, and they all seemed super friendly. They were a good tool to pass the time with, or perhaps more of a distraction than anything. Either way, they were buying pitchers of drinks and sharing, and they were quite funny.

As the hour neared midnight, Mike had turned the sound system up as he usually did. You retracted your much earlier thought, realizing that dancing was the best sounding activity at the moment. One of the boys from the group took his chance, moving closer to you and dancing alongside you. Instead of recoiling, you allowed it, ready to reap the consequences later. He twirled you around, pulling you closer to him so your chest was pressed to his. You both sang the song to each other, faces dangerously close. His hand was on your hip, eyes never leaving you. You were having a good time, but couldn’t shake how wrong it felt. Sure, it was fun, but it was absolutely meaningless. You never wanted to feel something meaningless again after feeling what you had with Jake. He leaned in, attempting to catch you in a kiss, but you withdrew, suddenly feeling dirty for even letting another guy get that close to you. You were lost in thought, almost furious again knowing that Jake still had your entire heart. As bad as you wanted to rid yourself of him, you were more terrified of feeling like you weren’t his anymore, or him yours. The thought didn’t last long, because someone grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the group.

You looked to the source of the disturbance, only to be met with the fuming faces of your roommates. You took a moment to process it, blinking hard to rid yourself of the double vision. “We’ve been calling you all night.” Eve said, dangerously calm. “We didn’t know if you were dead, or if you got kidnapped, or what, until Mike called us and told us you were here.”

“Why would he-“

“Do not get mad at him for looking out for you.” She snapped. You felt a wave of nausea run through you as your face burned with heat. “I’m taking you home before you do something you’ll regret.” She pulled you towards the door, not willing to listen to any sort of explanation. When you got outside, the cool night air hit you like a million knives on your skin.

“Eve,” you mumbled. She continued walking, not listening to your warning. “M’gonna be sick.” You told her. She stopped, looking back at you. Her tough exterior faltered, now really seeing the state you were in. She pulled you back in an alleyway, gathering your hair in her hands. You braced yourself with your hand on the brick of the building, heaving until there was nothing left in your stomach. When you straightened up, there were tears in your eyes. Some from throwing up, but more from crying.

You took a step back, leaning your whole body against the wall and letting out the sob you’d been holding back all night. Ally was standing guard at the end of the side-street, making sure nobody could witness your crisis. You were consumed with the memories of the pictures you saw earlier that night, feeling a non-alcohol related sickness in your stomach. Eve dug in your purse, finding a small pack of tissues. She pulled one out and cleaned off your face as best she could before discarding it on the ground. Normally, she’d be appalled at the thought of throwing garbage on the ground. At the moment, she was willing to sacrifice her morals rather than hold on to the repulsive piece of paper.

She brushed the hair from your face, for once being completely unsure of how to help you. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d seen you so upset. “Let’s get you home, okay?” She whispered. You managed a nod through your inconsolable state. She led you back to the main road after helping you take your heels off. She kept a supportive hold around your back, making sure you didn’t stumble and fall. Ally took to the other side of you, also offering her support.

The walk was treacherous and much longer than it should have been. By the time the two girls got you through the door, you were nothing short of a mess. Eve whispered something to Ally that you didn’t quite catch. Then, Eve helped you to the couch and Ally disappeared from sight. Eve took a seat next to you, gently wiping away the tears staining your cheeks. You tried to catch your breath, feeling completely out of control. Within a few minutes, Ally had rejoined the group holding a plethora of items in her arms. She put them down on the couch, making fast work at her mission.

First she pulled out a few makeup wipes, handing them to Eve so she could rid you of the mascara running down your face. When she was done, she placed the wipes on the coffee table. Ally handed her a hair tie next. Eve turned you slightly, combing her hands through your hair and quickly braiding it. “Next parts gonna be a bit harder.” She mumbled. “Gotta stand for me, okay?” You gave a nod. She helped you to your feet, steadying you before unzipping the back of your dress and slipping the sleeves off. When it fell to your ankles, she pulled a large t-shirt over your head. “There.” She sighed. You slowly sat back down on the sofa, feeling the world spinning around you.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, squeezing your eyelids shut. Tears were still making their way out with no sign of stopping.

“I know.” She said, thumb brushing them away as fast as they were falling. “I know you’re hurting. We all do stupid stuff when we’re hurting.”

“I told him I loved him. He said he loved me, too.” You cried, feeling the ache settle in your bones again. “He promised.” You blubbered.

“I know, honey. We’re gonna get some sleep and sober you up a bit, and we’ll fix this in the morning, okay?”

“I’m supposed to go to Atlanta next weekend.” In your drunken state, you unintentionally disregarded everything she was saying. “He said he was gonna take me around the world with him. I knew this was going to happen. I never should have opened up. I never should have let this happen.” You let out a shaky breath. “I don’t even know if he did it, or not. All I know is that it hurts. ‘nd m’so scared because I hate when people have this much power over me.” She knew you were really fucked up over this, because it was nothing like you to come out with all of your feelings so willingly. “I love him. I really love him. I’ve never felt like this before, and it just made me realize that he makes me so happy, but he has the power to take it away whenever he wants. And he’s this big rockstar who can have anybody he wants. All he has to do is say the word. He can have girls who looks like that. Why would he settle for me?”

“Hey, that is not true. Anyone who ends up with you will be the luckiest person in the world.” She scolded, not willing to accept that.

“He’s just… he’s Jake. And he’s perfect. And I adore him. A-and I’m so scared of losing him that… that I feel like I have to leave first, to spare myself from the worse hurt, later, you know?” You hiccuped. “I always do this. M’gonna ruin it for myself because m’always so fucking scared! I tried to get rid of the feeling, to get rid of him, but all of the stuff that usually works just made me think about him even more. I don’t want him to have that power over me, don’t want him to be able to flip my world upside down whenever he wants, but it just felt so good being loved by him and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forget it.” You let your head fall back into the cushion of the couch, completely defeated by how you were feeling. She quickly caught on to the fact that this whole situation may have had a lot less to do with the pictures from earlier, and much more to do with your fear of being in love.

“I know, baby.” She practically winced. She didn’t know the full story. She only knew what Sam had told her, then Jake’s incoherent babbling on the phone when he called her earlier. He was so out of his mind with worry she was surprised he didn’t jump on a plane and fly back just to make sure you were alive. Then, when she finally calmed him down enough to tell him she would make sure you were okay, Josh called and voiced his worry and defence of his brother. Eve was completely in the loop from all sides of the battle, but she had no idea what was really going on. “Ally is going to get the air mattress and we’ll all stay out here tonight. We’re not gonna leave you.” She pulled you into her, holding you close. Ally disappeared once again, off to gather more necessities. Eve rubbed your back, soothing you as you worked through your emotions. Her main concern was you, and it would always be that. Once you were asleep, she’d worry about everyone else.

The two girls banded together to pump up the large air mattress, having to take turns every now and again. Eventually, they had it set up and decorated the top with comforters and pillows. They prompted you to get in, wanting to get you to sleep as fast as possible, hoping if you got enough rest you’d feel better in the morning. They turned on a speaker, playing gentle music in the background so you could focus on something other than your hurt. It didn’t take long for the alcohol in your system to lull you to sleep, soft snores falling from your mouth.

“What the fuck happened?” Ally asked, finally winding down from the eventful night.

“I… couldn’t tell you, really. Sam sent me some suspicious pictures of Jake and another girl. Apparently Twitter thinks they’re together. And you know her, she doesn’t really believe in explanations or second chances. I guess it probably reminded her of last time. And I think she may be using it as a cop out because she’s really in love with him, and that terrifies her.”

“Do you think Jake would do that to her?” Ally asked, genuinely curious.

“He seems to be head over heels for her, but the pictures did seem kind of incriminating. He wasn’t kissing her or anything like that, but he was pretty close with her and she was wearing his jacket. Whoever she was, he looked quite enthralled in her. If i were her, I’d probably be pretty hurt, too. I don’t think she’s wrong to feel upset, especially if she didn’t know about it or who she was before she saw the pictures. I do think she should talk to him about it before running away.” Eve explained. Ally gave a nod. “Jake called me and he was super upset. Could barely understand what he was saying. He was just all over the place. Told him I’d make sure she was okay, but I didn’t ask him about it. I’m on team y/n, always. I’m not going to vouch for him, cause that will only make her mad at me.” She shrugged. “Even if he didn’t cheat on her, she’s still hurting. Maybe a bit more from her internal battles, but she’s still hurting.”

“I get that.”

“Josh called, too, trying to explain on behalf of his brother. It’s just a mess. I hope that Jake does have a good explanation, because I really like them together. But I’m not sure if she’ll listen to him, even if he does. She doesn’t listen to anyone but herself.” Eve chuckled. Ally nodded, knowing that all too well. “She already has the idea in her head, and every one of those feelings are multiplied by a thousand because she’s in love. Like, really in love. I don’t think she’s been this crazy for anyone, ever.” Just as she finished speaking, your phone began to ring in your purse again. Eve pulled it out, inspecting the screen. She sighed, rejecting the call and picking up her own phone. She dialled back the number that called you and waited for him to answer. She didn’t feel the need to completely block Jake out, but she’d be damned if she was going to let you know she was talking to him.

“Hey,” a raspy voice said from the other side of the phone.

“Hello, Jacob.” Eve said.

“Is she okay?” Her eyes looked towards you sleeping soundly on the air mattress.

“That’s a relative term, I think.” She grimaced slightly, recalling the state you had been in. “Alive, yeah, but she’s really fucked up.”

“Okay.” Jake said, clearing his throat a little bit. “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“That’s also quite relative. I’d like to say I know, but I can’t.”

“I didn’t cheat on her.” He said firmly. “I’m not cheating on her. I would never do that.”

“Okay.” She replied, mimicking his earlier statement.

“I absolutely know why she’s mad at me. If it was the other way around and I saw those pictures, I’d… yeah.” He trailed off.

“I can’t defend you to her, Jake. She’s been my best friend for years. I barely know you. Even if she’s overreacting, which I am absolutely not saying she is, I’m on her side.” Eve explained. “Unless she did something really fucked up, which she didn’t, and she won’t.” She added quickly, wanting to clarify that she wouldn’t blindly stand up for you in every context. “She’s a spitfire. She goes from 1 to 100 faster than anyone I’ve ever met. Yeah, she’s upset about what happened today, but I think she’s also having a hard time with being in love. She’s scared of it. Always has been. She’s so independent that it’s actually infuriating, and I believe she may be struggling with depending on someone for once. This whole thing might have been the excuse she’s been waiting for, to run away.” Eve explained. “I think maybe if she just saw the pictures, it wouldn’t have been so bad. But all of those Twitter comments were pretty hard to read, and I’m not even dating you.”

“I know. That part of fame sucks. Everyone speculates, and stories spread before we even know that it caught someone’s attention. And I get it. I understand why you and her both feel the way you do. I would feel the same if one of my brothers got hurt.” She did feel quite bad for him. She didn’t think Jake was a bad guy, but perhaps not the best at communication. In this instance, at least. “Can you at least try to get her to come to Atlanta? Just so I can talk to her. I’ll fly her back as soon as I do, if that’s what she wants. I just can’t leave things like this, and I know she’ll never answer my calls.” His words were met with a staggering silence. After a while, Eve spoke again.

“Do you swear on your life you didn’t cheat on her?” She asked, picking at a string that had frayed from the hem of her sweater.

“I promise.” He said, quite firmly.

“Cause if I get her to go Atlanta and I find out you really did fuck her over, I’ll kill you.” She replied as a matter-of-fact.

“I would never do that to her, Eve.” She believed him, for the most part. If he was lying, he was really good at it. “I love her.” He finally admitted. The sincerity in his words took her off guard.

“I’ll try, rockstar. It may not work, and I’m not going to force her, but I’ll try to get her on that plane. Only because I think you guys are cute together, and you made her so happy. She’s never had that before. It took a lot for her to give you a chance, especially after the last guy. If this ends like this, I don’t think she’ll ever recover.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t. And also, this conversation never happened. I’m not defending you, I’m not going behind her back, nothing like that. The only reason I’m doing this is because I think it’s in her best interest. Even if it’s just closure, that’s fine by me.” She warned. “Now think up a real good apology, rockstar.”

“Will do.” He said. There was no room for any more words, because she’d already hung up. Ally gave Eve a look of caution, worried that Eve was going to rock the boat even further. Eve brushed it off, standing and flicking the lights off in the living room. She climbed on the air mattress and wrapped herself up in a blanket. Ally followed suit, both of them falling asleep not long after with the hope that the morning would bring some form of clarity.

TAGLIST: @gvfpal @jakesgrapejuice @hellowgoodbye

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Hi Arte!

I love that you're embracing the MicroFicChallenge!

How about Frankie & Noisy 👀

It’s so fun! 💜 Thanks for bringing me into it! Ohhh is it wrong my mind instantly goes to sexy things!

Dust

Frankie Morales x Ofc ( unnamed as of now)

Words: 742

An: Omg i went wayyyy over lol - i’m a cheat but this just - it took on a mind of its own!

Warnings: masterbating, sex pollen, sex alluded to.

Frankie + noisy

The chill of the jungle barely touched Frankie’s hot skin, he’s sweating now, the fire stirring in him from earlier raging at full speed.

Sitting still, focusing, sleep - he can’t do shit - he can’t do a thing but visualize all the ways he could relieve the overwhelming tension in his body and no matter how much he shifts his position or pulls on his pants to create more room, his erection grows more and more uncomfortable by the second.

It’s late, the waning moon above barely visible by the dense tree tops. Under the protective shadow of the rock surface, the others are asleep; minus Will who’s on watch. When Frankie excused himself, Will simply nodded and said with his eyes, be careful.

Frankie was a mess, he knew it was obvious even if the others didnt know why, but he had his suspicions for the cause of his frenzied state.

For all that is known about the jungle, there is 10 times as much unknown, and when he took that little detour, and brushed up against that wine colored flower, it only took minutes for his temperature to skyrocket.

The rosy dust from the flower lingered on his pants, and though contact was brief, he made a mistake when his hand ever so slightly brushed against it.

But he wasn’t the only one; she took the same route, she was right behind him and she made contact with it before he could warn her. Frankie’s always wanted her but he didn’t want to fuck up their friendship, and for a good chunk of it, he was married (before the divorce).

Is she suffering as much as him? She’s sweaty, quieter than usual, and everything about her seems more plump than usual - like her body is signaling to him she’s reading for mating. Even so, she’s avoiding him, and has made limited eye contact since then - was she trying to control her inner beast too?

Thoughts of her naked body beneath his, his large strong hands on her hips as they move as one and draw highs of pleasure from each other’s bodies; this has been a reoccurring thought in his mind. By now, he’s thought up everything they could do together ten times over.

It was already hard, being in such close proximity to the object of his desire - to act normal around the one he craves with such deep carnality; to be around the woman who with one look, one smile, one whiff of her scent sends Frankie spiraling into an intoxicating and passion fueled rut.

Now, this fucking flower, has thrust him well past that to an actual inferno, to a crazed state of desire that’s made him more animal than man and breaking away to jerk off seems like the only thing he can other than -

Finding somewhere quiet, and out of the groups sight, he undid his pants,

“I can’t believe I’m going this.”

If he gets shot while jerking off hes gonna be fucking pissed.

He feels ridiculous. But this needs to happen, if he doesn’t cum soon he’s gonna fucking explore or bite the head off of something - he needs this.

Wandering off was a bad idea, a stupid one, and she could tell Will was seconds away from following her - though she told him not to.

“ I just need - I’ll be back,” she said to him.

She couldn’t really tell him the reason why she was leaving; it would sound crazy.

As she moves through the forest, she can smell him - Frankie. That scent that intoxicates her and awakens her body in the most delightful ways. She shoved her desire for him so far back but now, the walls are gone, she needs him, she needs him now.

His scent leads her to a well-hidden spot, where she hears him before she can see him. A delicious melody of rough grunts and moans mixed with her name on his breath. He’s wasn’t quiet - not at all - she wondered if Frankie knew just how noisy he was being -

It was music to her ears, and the moment he came into view, his cock in his hand as he desperately sought relief, an audible moan escaped her lips and his brown eyes found hers through the foliage.

With his eyes locked on hers - eyes darkened with hunger and desire - with an animal need - she steps through it and presents herself,

“Why don’t I help you with that?” She smiles at him and strips off her clothes, barely getting her top off before Frankie's on top of her.

📧 ask away

Pedro character + an adjective (or another character I write)

Since I keep going over, anything over 800 words will be previewed and posted in full to a03, as per my usual method :) but I’ll try to keep them short after this one!

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beantothemax · 1 year

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She knew of the shadow, but had only met it once. The young country girl chewed out the demon with the rage of a thousand beasts and it never showed itself around her again.

And Hikari was greatful for that. He loved curling up in her embrace and feeling calmer as shadow fell silent. But today, it did something different.

The moment he opened his eyes, Hikari knew it would be an off day. His mind was full of a chorus of screams and he wanted them to shut up but they wouldn't. The shadow cried and shrieked as Hikari packed up his sleeping bag. He joined the others in a circle by the remnants of their makeshift fire pit.

"Sleep well?" Agnea asked.

"Mmm, it was fine."

It wasn't. His nightmares were full of horrific visions of everyone he loved dead and mutilated. But it was okay now, Agnea had wrapped an arm around him and she leaned her head on his shoulder. The screams became distant and quieter as Agnea stayed there.

She was perfect. She was the sweetest girl alive, her mere presence made Hikari feel safe, though she didn't even know it.

As suddenly as the screams silenced, they returned, louder and more terrible than before. Hikari grimaced at the sound, his nose scrunching up as he tried to dismiss the sounds. They shouldn't be there, not when he was with Agnea.

When he looked at her, her touch seemed to burn him. She could be dead and gone in a matter of seconds if he willed it...

"I'm gonna go stretch my legs," Hikari said.

"Ooh can I co-"

"No," he snapped.

His answer upset surprised Agnea. She sat back up and averted his gaze.

"I'm sorry, I-I just feel a bit off and I want to be alone," he sighed.

"No, yeah, I understand," Agnea smiled.

Hikari stood and found himself first speed walking then running from the camp. The further he was from his friends, the better. Finally, the sounds of their chatter and laughter had completely dissappeared and he was alone.

The dense forest surrounding him also meant no one from a nearby path would see him and assume he had gone mad.

"Leave me alone!" he cried.

"Oh but it's just getting fun!" the shadow laughed.

Hikari's senses dulled as the demon tried to take over. His vision would turn dark for a few seconds at a time before he regained control over his own body.

"Don't hurt my friends!" he sobbed.

The shadow took a moment too long to answer. But when it did, it had his voice.

"We'll see."

The demon stealing his body was eerily similar to sleep. Hikari felt nothing. His senses had failed him. The only thing he felt was time. How slowly it passed as that monster had is body, wreaking havoc, creating a mess for Hikari to clean.

All he could do was pray the demon wouldn't act on its desires and leave his friends alone. So often it spoke of Agnea, how it wanted to torture her. It created images of her body, bruised and mutilated. It forced these images into Hikari's mind, forcing him to see his beloved hurt beyond recognition.

When Hikari came too, he could not move. He'd been tied tightly to a tree. His vision was still dark, but that was nothing unusual for the shadow. He kept his eyes shut, hoping the stinging would dissappear soon.

His muffled hearing became clearer and he head Castti and Temenos frantically speaking. And a third person. Agnea's shallow breathing and weak cries.

Gods, was she okay!?

The searing pain that ran through all of Hikari's body didn't matter, he needed to know that she was okay.

"Agnea?" he called out.

Castti and Temenos fell silent in an instant. Hikari opened his eyes just in time to see the latter approach him.

"What in Aelfric's name is wrong with you!?" he demanded.

"I-I can explain!" Hikari desperately said.

"No, there's no explanation for this insanity! You can't just beat Agnea within an inch of her life and expect us to hear you out!" Temenos hissed.

He said an incantation and his staff glowed. An odd sensation filled Hikari's throat. He tried to call out again and ask if Agnea was okay, but his voice wouldn't work.

Temenos returned to his post beside Castti where he knelt over Agnea's barely living body. Partitio and Throné sat beside her as well, each trying their best to comfort her through their own tears.

"Oh, he cast a silencing spell on you," the shadow laughed.

'What did you do to Agnea!?' Hikari wanted to say.

But he couldn't.

Unfortunately, the demon lived inside his head and heard every thought.

"Just wanted to live out a fantasy. But a dumb human like you could never understand," it laughed.

'What did you do!?' Hikari asked again.

But it did not answer.

All he could do was watch as the others tried their best to save Agnea from the damage he'd done.

For a moment, everyone held their breath. The color seemed to drain from their faces as Castti put her hand to Agnea's neck.

"No no no!" she cried.

She checked again and again, but found no pulse. The others realized in an instant what happened and joined Castti in her sobs.

Hikari watched as his friends mourned Agnea. They wailed for hours and he wanted so desperately to hug them, cry with them and say goodbye to Agnea. But his limbs were bound and his voice gone.

The shadow laughed and laughed as it watched. It always laughed when it saw a corpse, though this was something special. It had successfully killed someone dear to Hikari and now had the pleasure of watching as he silently sobbed.

Hikari wanted to argue and fight back, but he had no strength left. The shadow had spent every last bit of it and crying only made it worse.

One by one, the group stopped their sobbing. They sniffled as they gathered their things and Agnea's cold body. They wrapped it in a spare sleeping bag, intending to carry it to the next town, just somewhere she could be cremated.

And of course, Hikari could not follow. He couldn't do anything in his current position. The combination of exhaustion and his countless injuries made recovering any energy impossible. He'd die unless someone found him soon.

h. hey pie? why do you do this to me.

this. what words do I even say to this. this is.

it feels like every part of this was crafted specifically to hurt me. lulling me into a false sense of security with hikari talking about how safe he feels in agnea’s arms and how it makes the voices quieter. the shadow screaming in hikari’s mind and making him flinch at her touch.

that whole part is just. a thing in and of itself that I could get into. the shadow making Hikari experience actual pain being around those he loves is. I want to sob now.

we don’t even know what the Shadow did to agnea, and frankly I don’t want to know. the fact that it whatever the shadow did was a ‘fantasy’ it had been imagining for a long time is. .

oh. and agnea’s dead. ok. ok I can handle this. I can handle hikari having to deal with the fact that he killed the person he loved. ok.

and. and his friends just leaving him. never learning about the Shadow. They’re leaving Hikari behind, never understanding that he didn’t want to do this. They’ll blame Agnea’s death on him for the rest of their lives and he can’t do anything to rectify this.

ok im going to go to sleep now because reading this hurt a bit of my soul.

#asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

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anas-tasiaa · 2 years

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Choi Twin's prompt ❤️

Remember the "Cute Prompts with Choi Twin Brother Part 1"??? 🫶🏻 There's an angel namely @stormflypirateskin sent this as submission and I'M CRYING SO BAD. Gosh-

--------- PROMPTS WITH CHOI TWIN ----------

❤️Saeyoung buys a box of sweets and Saeran eats them all during the night and tries to keep it as a secret:

"I'll put this here for later.." Saeyoung placed the box of chocolates in the cabinet before closing it. He had a small smile on his face as he thought of an idea with those sweet treats.

But, in the middle of the night, another certain redhead was craving some chocolate. He had just woken up and couldn't really sleep.

So some kind of sweet would probably make him more calm. Saeran had a sweet tooth, after all.

So he ended up taking the box and consumed them all. They were so good that he just.. couldn't stop.

...

"Gahh!! The box of sweets.. it's all.. empty!!" Saeyoung cried dramatically as he threw the box away in the trash. Saeran just casually watched TV and tried to ignore him because he felt a bit guilty.

It wasn't like he was gonna get mad or anything, it wasn't like that. But deep down, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Who could have.." Saeyoung wondered out loud. Maybe it was his lover or even Vanderwood but they were out doing jobs for the RFA these days.

With a small smirk, Saeyoung approached the couch Saeran was on and hugged him from behind. "I know it was youuu~"

"?!"

"Hahaha, relax! They were for you, actually." Saeyoung sheepishly admitted as he ruffled a bit of his brothers hair.

"....Stupid brother.." Saeran sighed in relief and tried to relax in his brother's hug.

❤️Saeyoung and Saeran play a CO-OP game and Saeyoung keeps dicking around while Saeran wants to move forward:

"Can you stop fucking around and get over there?!" Saeran groaned in annoyance while Saeyoung was giggling happily as he kept messing with the objects around his game character. "You need to get there so we can get past this level."

"But it's so fun to mess with these! They make a funny sound." Saeyoung kicked an object around once more, making it make another hilarious sound that just made Saeyoung laugh harder.

Saeran sighed but he didn't say anything. Sure, his brother was a pain in the ass 24/7 but hearing him laugh wasn't so bad. It was nice, since he didn't have the greatest childhood with his brother. So things being okay made Saeran feel kinda relaxed.

Saeyoung laugh was struggling to stop so Saeran wondered what was so funny about the objects.

So he kicked one around too. That felt kinda.. nice?

And the sound was a sound that was completely different from anything he has ever heard. A weird but funny sound?

"Ohhh~ is my little bro smiling? I see a smile there!!"

"Shut it, let's just.. continue with the level."

❤️Saeyoung giving Saeran a tight hug that makes him lose his breath:

"Saeran!!" Saeyoung ran towards Saeran with big speed before embracing him super tightly in his arms. Sniffs could be heard from Saeyoung as he rested his chin on his brother's shoulder. "Thank g-god you're o-okay.. when you didn't p-pick up.. I feared the worst." He shakily exhaled before hugging him tighter.

Saeran, on the other hand, slowly hugged him back. He felt awkward when he heard his brother holding back tears but he didn't say anything. He was just busy attending his garden to even notice his phone.

Saeyoung's grip was tight enough that Saeran was struggling. Saeran grabbed Saeyoung's shoulder tightly. "Can't.. b-breathe..!!"

"Oh, god, I'm sorry.." Saeyoung pulled back and instead rested his hands on his shoulder. "I'm just.. so glad you are okay. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you.."

"It's fine.. I'm fine." Saeran wondered if he really had that much impact on Saeyoung but honestly? He felt.. quite the same. He wouldn't know what to do now if something happened to his brother. He didn't want to think about the days he desperately wished for Saeyoung to come back for him.

Saeran shook his head. He was still sorting out his emotions about his brother but he was glad.. that he still cares a lot. He wanted to try and say some of these nice things back to his brother but he couldn't bring himself to do that. He would feel super weird if he said anything like that, actually.

At least things are okay now and life was decent enough for them.

❤️Saeyoung plays with Saeran's hair as he sits next to him on the couch:

"Watcha dooooiiiiiingggg~?" Saeyoung pretty much jumped next to Saeran on the couch as a mischievous grin was planted on his face.

Saeran just ignored him as he played a game on the TV, eyebrows furrowed, clearly not in the mood for any of his brother's nonsense.

"Awww.. hmmm~" Saeyoung wondered out loud as he gazed upon Saeran's hair. He reached his hand out and ran his fingers through them.

He gently gasped as he continued to play with Saeran's hair. Saeran just gave up and let him do what the hell he wanted, he only tried to focus back on his video game. As long as Saeyoung was quiet and didn't bother him so much, he didn't care what he did.

Saeyoung's smile was replaced with his mouth being open as he was in awe. His brother's hair was so soft and fluffy to touch compared to his own. But he couldn't help but think about how it had been in general.

He remembered back then on their childhood, their hair would be a mess since they didn't really have access to any of the stuff to take care of it. And now, it was so fluffy and soft. It made Saeyoung quite emotional.

"Are you gonna stop or what? I want to focus." Saeran rolled his eyes and stared at Saeyoung from the corner of his eyes.

"Give me five more minutes..!!"

"Whatever, just don't bother me for the rest of the day."

❤️The Choi twins cooking without the recipe because Saeran was confident since he knew it already:

"Don't put that in there, it's not on the recipe." Saeran groaned as he took the ingredient from Saeyoung's hand and placed it back to where it was.

"But little brooo, what do I even put in this bowl..?! Help me..!!" Saeyoung gave the puppy eyes to his brother, hoping that he might consider helping him. But the only thing Saeran did was turn his back on him. "If I tell you, you'll mess it up." He huffed but he wasn't actually mad or anything.

Saeyoung gasped dramatically and put a hand on where his heart was. "B-But..!!"

"I promise, if you tell me, I'll do my best to help!" Saeyoung poked Saeran's back gently.

Saeran groaned and agreed since he knew that if he kept refusing, Saeyoung would definitely find ways to be able to convince him.

He thought he kinda regretted letting his brother help but.. he was actually trying to help and not mess up like he imagined. It felt refreshing to Saeran for once.

When Saeran put the mixed ingredients in the oven, he leaned back and sighed. Soon, it would be ready to be eaten.

Saeyoung laughed and patted Saeran's back. "When did you learn all of this, little bro? I'm impressed!" His cheeky grin was bright and cheerful, it made Saeran feel kinda warm inside. It wasn't so bad spending time with his brother if he was actually willing to listen and go along.

This wasn't so bad, after all, life in this bunker in general.

❤️Saeyoung participating in Saeran's hobby:

Saeyoung's house thankfully had a place where Saeran could own and make his own garden. It was his own comfort place and he would spend a lot of hours there, attending to it and growing it.

So Saeyoung wanting to try it too made Saeran's eyes widened before he said that he'll think about it. It was usual for Saeyoung to join his brother in about anything he was doing and this time, he wanted to join on his gardening.

"Woah.. this all looks so pretty!!" Saeyoung's jaw dropped at how stunning everything looked. It was all in such good shape that he couldn't help but admire his little brother. This all looked so beautiful.

Saeran gave Saeyoung a spare outfit he uses for gardening and some tools and flower seeds he brought recently and went to a spot where he wasn't raising flowers yet.

Saeran kneeled down on the ground and layed all the tools he had next to him. Saeyoung followed his every move and kneeled down next to his brother.

"Here, I'll show you how you do it. Pay attention." He said with a blank face before showing Saeyoung how to successfully plant a seed on the ground that would soon grow to be a beautiful flower. Saeyoung followed his movements and did it carefully.

Saeyoung puffed his chest out because he was proud of his process. He learned something cool! And from his little bro as well!! Saeran rolled his eyes at Saeyoung but he smiled a bit.

His brother being interested in what he did in his garden made him feel nice, actually.

Maybe he would allow Saeyoung to come in this place every once in a while.

If he behaved, of course.

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Thank you so much @stormflypirateskin for this dear! ♥️ I cried so much-

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baby-tart · 1 year

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It is quite a thing to experience, being the only "guy" in a household of women all getting ready for a wedding. Everyone, old and young, is so stressed out and miraculous looking. They're juggling a million things, and they are putting on their gorgeous dresses, and they are being oh so careful to make their makeup pristine. Helping zip up a dozen dresses and helping to put together the appetizers because your mom needs to make things perfect, and recently she's needed you to be her second pair of hands. She doesn't want you to come out. And she doesn't want you to take the pills that you got from Planned Parenthood either. "Not yet," she tells you. She wants to make sure it's safe for you, she wants to get your blood taken first. She wants you to lose weight first. She wants it to be comfortable for her for you to transition. She asks you to arrange some slices of salami into a rose. When you're done with it, your sister asks you if her eyeliner wings are even. She's not really your sister, but your mother kinda adopted her, so even if she isn't your sister, she kinda is. Or was. When was the last time you texted her? It's not like you text your biological brothers at all either. Maybe you two are siblings, but you're just a bad sibling? You compliment her makeup. You wish you looked like her. Maybe you could, someday. The pills call to you from your bedroom drawer where they are still in the bag you got them from the pharmacy in. You go back to the kitchen and cut some strawberries. You focus on cutting the strawberries. On not cutting your hands. It's not a problem, you're trained how to use a knife, but neither a carrot, onion nor celery cuts quite like a strawberry. Guess you get what you pay for from a free federal program. This is a good train of thought. You're not looking at the bride's soon-to-be stepdaughter, and how beautiful the shade of green she's wearing is. You're not noticing her chest. You're not jealous. You're not ashamed. You're not... ok, what else needs doing? Everyone's ready to leave now. Everyone but you. No dress, no makeup, your hair is a mess... It doesn't matter. You're not going. You can't. You can't really tell people why. Not only is she marrying an asshole, but you don't have a suit. You don't really care about having one. "Have fun!" as you finish loading up the car, and all the girls speed off and away because they're late because that's how weddings are. You finally feel it. You're alone. All alone. Sitting in the wreckage of the storm that was all the preparation. No more tasks. Time for yourself. Nothing to distract you. You can't help it. The memory of everything you just saw and felt can't be denied anymore. It isn't fair. Even if you had a dress, even if you had all the time in the world to do your makeup, you don't wanna cause a scene, you don't want people to ask questions. It's not YOUR big day, after all. It's a more than logical conclusion. It's empathetic. It's sensible. It feels like rain. What a horrible day for rain. And the noisy quiet of your wailing sobs, that you're attempting to fill the space with, it is broken. There's a knock at the door. You make yourself a man again and open the door. It's your sister. She left something behind. You let her in so she can get it. She gives you another hug before she leaves and she says something you're not expecting. She asks you, "Are you okay?" and you can't even sob out a lie. "You can still go to the wedding in just a nice shirt and pants, you know?" she suggests. She's so close, but she doesn't get it, "but it's not a dress." you don't even think, it hurts so bad. but oh god. you said it. she frowns at you. oh no. "i'm so sorry, honey." oh god. "You're right, it isn't. I love you though." and she pulls you back into her embrace. She lets you cry into her should for a few minutes, "but watch the dress." And she leaves with whatever she came back for. I don't even remember anymore. I just remember the sweet taste of freedom dissolving under my tongue from that first little blue tablet. I remember two years ago today.

May 8th, 2021

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thatgyalfisher · 2 years

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Lo’ak x metkayina fem

(Aged up to legal age)

Im a terrible writer lol

Tw:smut,masturbation,p to the v🫣

Summary:u and lo’ak have had a click since the first day and have been the best of friends,friends with a little sexual tension..

Me and lo’ak clicked immediately,the first day we actually hung out and had a real conversation it felt like we had known each other for years.

That was about a year ago and now me and lo’ak hang out every day,last evening me,lo’ak and his brother went on to the secret cave.Originally it used to be my cave but i thought it would be a fun place for us to hang out and get away from our parents.

Today i woke up bright and early to go help my mom,we went and got all sorts of fruits.

After i had completed my chores i went over to the sullys,to see what lo’ak was up to.

I walk up to the house and knocked on the wood of the marui. “Anyone home?”.

“Y/n!!” Tuk came running hugging my legs.

“Hey tuktuk,how are you doing? Done anything special today?” Tuk answer annoyed “pff no i’ve been helping mommy prepare food,i got to peel the fruits”.

“Thats not so bad now is it tuk,helping mommy can be fun” i caress her braided hair,as i look over to Neytiri she gives me a warm and welcoming smile.

“Yes tuk helping me can be super fun” Neytiri laughed as tuk sat back down next to her mom,not much later i did too helping tuk peel the fruits.

“Mommy is the dinner tonight?” Tuk asked as i looked at her in confusion.”yes tuk why do you think im preparing all of this food?”

“What are u guys talking about,im not catching up” i asked “o we are having dinner at yours tonight” Neytiri explained “o thats amazing”

Just then lo’ak cam in,out of vreath as usual.”so where have u been” i say walking up to him embracing him as i do so “and why are u all sweaty” i say while pretending to throw up.

“Just out hunting with neteyam,and you? What you doing here”he asks in a husky voice. “I was waiting for you and Neteyam actually,maybe hang out before dinner?”

Neteyam walks in having heard the conversation “nope ill pass,see you guys at dinner though” he walks away to mom and sits down next to her.

“And you?” I ask lo’ak “yes of course,lets go for a swim” he gives me that look,the look than means ‘we are going to see payakan’

We have grabbed our ilus and are almost there, “look dit u see that! Its payakan i saw his tail”me and lo’ak smile at each other,picking up the speed on our ilus.

*time skip for after payakan*

We are on our way home on our ilus in silence until lo’ak speaks “i have to go left,my family is probably already there I’ll take a quick rinse and come over to yours”

“Oke thats great,see you” i smile “and dont take hours” i say while going in the other direction.

*Time skip its been about 20 mins and lo’ak is still not back*

“May eywa give me patience so that i can stand just one more day with my youngest son!” Neytriri says frustrated. “Hey what if i just go over to the house and see if he’s done” i tell Neytiri “that would be great,thanks”.

I lose no time and walk out of my house on the way to lo’ak.About 5 ish minutes I arrive.

“Hello! Lo’ak whats taking you so god damn long” i shout, but I don’t see anyone,but the fire was on and lo’ak would not leave without turning it off.Right?

Im now just assuming he’s in his room,i walk over to his room as muffled sounds approach my ears making them twitch a little,as i walk closer i hear lo’ak.

A moaning mess of lo’ak,hes jerking off I can’t belive i can hear my best friend jerk off right now.

A part of me really just wanted to walk in and laugh in his face but the other wanted to keep listening,and if possible maybe catch a glimpse.

Im now next to his door,i lay my hand softly on the door and push it so slightly it doesn’t make a sound,but enough for me to see him.

I would be lying if i said I wasn’t totally getting off on this,his silent moaning that almost sounds as whispering.

“Fuck y/n” as he lets our a low groan,i clench my legs but at the same time am in shock.

He’s masturbating,but also thinking of me?

Not bad,definitely not bad.

Lo’ak was such a beautiful boy,just everything about him like his eyes,mouth,jawline,chest and his soft moans and whimpering.

I couldn’t take it anymore seeing him like this,now knowing for sure he wants me and knowing i want him we could instead of making ourselves feel good,make each other feel good.

So on purpose i knock really hard on the door,”lo’ak! Where the fuck are you?” And before he could say anything i just walked in.

“Shit fuck no! Close ur eyes,why did u come in!” the urge to laugh was big but i held it in “yeez lo’ak calm down” and he does “how long have u been standing there?”

“Just the part where you, you know “agh y/n fuck” , i sit next down to him very close almost skin to skin.

He looks embarrassed,very actually.He looks down avoiding eye contact,”lo’ak..” i say as i bring my fingertips under his chin,making sure we were looking at each other.

“Ur not embarrassed are you?” He looks confused “i am, and im sorry i just,i really really like you and i-“ i cut him off by kissing him.

His hands almost instantly fly to my face as one hand stays the other slides down to my waist.my small hand grabes his jaw working its way down to his neck,slowly kissing his jaw and neck as well.

Kissing his stomach leaving love bites all over,i slide of the bed on my knees,my head between his thighs while he is sat on the bed.

I start kissing his abs and not much later i kiss his v line licking is sometimes,i look up for approval as my fingers roam on the string of his loincloth.

“Yes,of course y/n but u don’t have to if you don’t want to” his hand under my chin making me look up at him.

“What afraid ur going to get addicted to your girl-best friends head?” I cock my head as a smirk appears on my face.

“Exactly” he lets out a small chuckle.

I waist no time and undo the loose loin cloth,i pulled the cloth off as his dick flew to his belly.

It’s big.

I look at it slightly shocked and maybe a bit,what should i call it? Scared? No worried.Worried of my jaw splitting in half as soon as i take all of him in my mouth.

“Fuck Lo’ak,what kind of milk did u have as a kid” he chuckles giving me a cocky smile after.

“Genetics princess”he pets my on my head as i wrap my lips around his tip,sucking off the pre-cum whilst earring a small grunt from lo’ak.

I disconnected from is cock for a moment as he gives me an confused look.

I look at him with a smirk,a smirk that says ‘im going to give u the best head ever right now’ you know?

I lick along the side of his shaft,giving it a hard suck at the end of this.

“Y/n stop doing that and please just suck me,I’ve waited so long for this”his thumb rubbing over my lips.

He does not know what hes gotten himself into,i find contact with his dick again sucking it slowly bobing my head on it.

Lo’ak was doing great in the beginning of the head but after a minute or two he starts moaning loudly,not muffled just hard solid moans.I mean could this get any better,and as if he could hear my thoughts he even starts whimpering my name.

I was soaking at this point and a moaning mess on his cock.

“Shit,y/n I’m going to cum”he grunts and starts breathing even heavier.

My small hand slowly making its way up to lo’aks left hand,first he just held my hand letting our a loud moan.But i untangled our hands from one another,grabbing his wrist guiding his hand to the back of my head.

He looks at what i just did and this looks me deep in the eyes,”you sure?” I nod “oke but just pinch me if u want me to stop oke” i hum in response.

His hand positions itself in my hair and starts pushing and pulling it,next to that he’s trusting himself into my mouth fucking my face.

He let out a couple more high pitched moans and whispers before coming undone in my mouth.

He looks at me a like a drunk,as i swallow.

Our hand are holding and he pulls my up to him,i standing infront of him as hes still sat on the bed. He hugs my me while kissing my stomach as well.” Lett me give u something in return” he looks at me with a grin.

“Maybe next time lo’ak,were almost an hour late to dinner” realization hits him “I totally forgot,my mom is going to ground me for life” i chuckle at his joke “you’ll be fine baby,I’ll make up an excuse”

“Baby?” He chuckles raising his eyebrows,i look down just realizing what i had said.

“Don’t even mention it” i laugh

He stand up and his hand finds it way to my chin as i now look up at him,admiring his eyes.

“No worries,i like it baby” i gives me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oke we really desperately need to leave”

“ oh right yes”lo’ak agrees.

We get cleaned up as fast as we can,and head to the dinner,where the most delicious foods are prepared.

Me and lo’ak ate our foods and after hung out with my brother and his, before leaving he told me to follow him to the back of my Marui,his hand lean on my hips as he kissen me deeply.

I kiss him back my hand holding his face.

“Oke now u need to leave ur parents are going to get annoyed”i chuckle.

“ oke fine,bye” he kisses me on the cheek “..baby” he looks back at me smirking.

I laugh while also walking away back to my own room.

Falling asleep with the wild nicht of today on my mind.

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First time writing,have mercy on me🧍‍♂️

Slay if theres any mistake do let me know!

#lo’ak x reader #avatar #the way of water spoilers #avatar2 #him #kissing #teenlove #Spotify

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theoracleofgiana · 2 years

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Stolen Past

(???, Gaina)

Marcie groans as she slowly opens her eyes. She was merely walking down the street, and now she's here. It just had to happen now. She gets up and starts the trek through the pure white. She embraces herself as the void-like white gives her goosebumps. Marcie sees an opening to a forest and speeds up toward it. She takes a moment to reorient herself. Coming out always left her a bit dizzy. She sees two figures a bit away and quickly presses herself to the nearest tree. She can hear them, so she pulls out her notebook. She would at least take notes of what she hears.

"Look, I only saved ye 'cause I was bored. Ye don't needs to thank me or anythin' like that. I prefer to be alone," A feminine voice says. Marcie thinks the voice sounds a bit familiar. The man responds, but Marcie misses what he says. She focuses on who the voice sounds like. Marcie hates messing with memories but decides taking a look couldn't hurt. When she peers around the corner, she notes the two figures are closer now. She gasps as one figure kicks the man. Marcie recognized the woman.

Marcie tries to control her breathing as she hides behind the tree again. She wants to scream or cry. This wasn't supposed to happen. She hears the man let out a curse and start walking the opposite way. Marcie slides down the tree and curls herself into a small ball. She wishes to be free of this curse.

Marcie unfurls only when she hears Camillia calling for her. She hadn't realized her eyes were shut until then. Opening them, the faces of friends make her want to sob again. Emil, Brooklynn, and Camillia all stand around the girl, unsure of what to do to help the girl. Marcie grabs Emil into a hug.

"Woah! Mar, you okay?" The startled boy asks softly. He holds onto Marcie as she buries her head into his shoulder. "I think I stole one of Johanna's memories," She says after calming down. Camillia and Brooklynn relax at her words. "Mar, she won't mind. I promise you," Emil tells the shaky girl. She wants to protest, but she also trusts Emil's judgment. Emil knows Johanna best. They stay with each other for a few more minutes before deciding to relocate to Lampa.

(A/n: Half of Marcie's powers in action! The aspect of it Marcie writing down what she sees and hears is not for her to sell but to try and discover the owner of the memory. This was very fun to write although a bit difficult. I hope you enjoyed and have a wonderful day!)

#fantasy writing #writeblr #fantasy world #my writing #writers #fantasy #my ocs #ocs #original character

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ky-tumbles · 2 years

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Navigating - Bradley Bradshaw (2)

pt1 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6

“This mission is going to require more dog fighting than any of you have likely seen,” your dad looks over the faces of every single pilot seated in front of him. He’s been given the best of the best and he’s not even sure they can successfully accomplish this mission.

“The only person here with the experience we need is currently sidelined,” Maverick deadpans as his gaze falls upon you.

You feel your cheeks heat up, hands subconsciously going to cradle your bump. Rooster’s hand covers yours and you look up to see him smiling softly at you. He knows just how badly you want to be out there too.

“So for today, we’re going to be practicing our dog fighting. Two on one.” Your dad finishes, bringing the pilots attention back to him.

Everybody is quick to move once the assignment is clear. Bradley presses a kiss to your temple and heads off to the locker room with a longing glance.

Your dad waits until his students have left before approaching you. “I’m pretty sure he learned that from me.”

Before you even have time to be confused about his statement, he kisses your temple and heads off on his own. You smile, the action takes your right back to high school when your father would give you a kiss on the forehead any time either of you went anywhere.

Hondo is at your side before you can even blink, wrapping you in a hug.

“Hi Hondo!” You chuckle, wrapping your arms around the man in return.

“You’re so grown up now,” he jokes, pulling away from you to lead you towards the tarmac.

The last time you had seen the man was four years ago, when you’d last worked with your dad. It’s nice to catch up with him as you wait for the pilots to come out. They’ve lined up the planes perfectly and you can’t help but be drawn towards one that looks super familiar.

You begin to walk towards one, sure enough it’s yours. Your heart begins to speed up as you realize it’s in fact your beloved plane. You can even feel your baby kick as you get closer.

“Bradshaw, what are you doing?” Comes a booming voice behind you, causing you to jump slightly. There’s a towering figure behind you, knowing exactly who it is you begin to pout.

“They brought my plane, Bradshaw,” you reply, turning around to face him. You put extra emphasis on the last name in order to ensure he knows you aren’t messing around. “I just wanted to touch her.”

He just laughs at the look on your face, pulling you into his body. Your arms go around his waist automatically, leaning into his embrace. Bradley’s one hand covers your bump while other pulls your chin to look at him.

“I’m sorry I knocked you up and you can’t fly,” he murmurs before pressing his lips against yours.

“I’m not,” you tease back, arms sneaking from around his waist to his neck to pull you closer.

“Alright lovebirds, it’s time to go,” Hangman yells from across the way, he’s half way up his ladder and clearly ready to go.

“Don’t let him bug you, just fly the way you know.” You instruct as Rooster, very unwillingly, releases your from his hold and leads you towards his plane.

“Hangman, Rooster, Phoenix, Bob in the air, let’s go.” Your dad announces, headed towards his own plane.

Bradley stops in front of his plane, turning to look at you. “I love you,” he smiles, pressing one last kiss against your mouth.

You try to chase him as he pulls away, leading him to chuckle. Hondo suddenly appears beside you, holding a headset out for you.

You follow Hondo away from your husband, headed towards the pilots staying ground side for now.

“Why don’t we make this fun?” Fanboy says over the headset. The cockiness in his voice nearly rivals Hangman’s. “200 push-ups anytime you get shot down.”

Everyone else agrees quickly and the first couple of rounds go smoothly. You get to watch your husband do push-ups in the heat. There’s sweat rolling down his body and your hormones have you messed up.

As he heads off on his final round, Phoenix leads you inside the hangar. It’s getting hot and your feet are killing you. There’s already a comfy chair and a radio set up perfectly for you.

“This is heaven,” you joke as you relax into the plush seat. Phoenix laughs loudly with you.

The radio breaks your sweet moment, as it cracks through the room.

“One on one, let’s go,” your dad’s voice comes through, there’s a tinge of anger to it.

“I guarantee I will outlast you,” your husband replies, his voice is even angrier.

“Oh shit,” you utter, turning to look at Phoenix. Her face mirrors yours. You struggle to pull yourself out of the chair, as she offers you a hand.

You both get to the tarmac in record time. Phoenix is watching you closely as your search the airfield for your husband and father, you can’t see their planes.

“What’s going on?” You ask, frantically searching Hondo’s face to find any hint of a clue.

“Your dad and husband are having a dick measuring contest,” he replies. Several heads turn your way, your hand goes to your stomach to rub circles in the skin. Your baby kicks in response to your sudden anxiety.

You listen to the events through a radio, Phoenix staying by your side the entire time. You cry out loudly when both men pull out of their spiral. Rooster finally gets knocked out by your father and you wait with baited breath as they land.

The moment Brad’s plane is stopped completely on the ground, you’re beelining towards it.

He exits it sheepishly, he’d got lost in the moment and failed to anticipate the storm he’d created inside you.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” You yell at him before he’s even out of the cockpit.

As his feet touch the ground, you’re beside him. Angrily tapping your foot, arms crossed. Your baby is moving and not helping the emotions flowing through you.

“I wasn’t,” Brad begins, taking a step towards you. You move a step back, Rooster sighs knowing exactly how angry you are by just that single movement.

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight,” you growl, eyes narrowing at him, “don’t ever worry me that much again.”

You stomp off, Phoenix following behind you quickly to make sure you’re okay. The tarmac is completely silent as the other pilots pretend to work on their planes.

Maverick finally takes your exit as his opportunity to exit his plane. Your father feels semi-responsible for your anger but he knows better than to seek you out.

“200 push-ups,” he barks at Rooster as he walks by, “Hondo will oversee them.”

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#bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine

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lem0nshark-writes · 3 years

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"Leather & Lace"

Julian Devorak x Male Reader

Word count: 1386

Summary: Nadia is holding a masquerade at the palace and on it you run into the rather spicy doctor.

Warnings: smut just pure smut, lingerie, kinky stuff, possibly ooc, reader's a bottom

You felt yourself being slammed against the wall as his lips devoured your neck, his tongue so slick against your skin.

He held you by your sides as his kisses made their way to you jaw and his hands to your clothes, removing them piece by piece.

"Ahh Julian-", you moaned out.

"Yes, my love?" his cheeky smirk spreading across his face, causing your already flushed cheeks to turn darker.

"We- We need to stop, somebody will hear us.." you were blushing like mad, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

"Don't worry darling, they are all too busy partying down there, we're all by ourselves on this floor." he replied reassuringly as his fingers ran through your hair.

"If you say so", you made short eye contact before quickly looking away, blush still vivid on your cheeks.

He smirked again and then picked you up, carrying you to the bed and gently placing you onto luxurious sheets that were spread over the bed.

He hovered above you with a mischievous look upon his face, taking in your image, before his eyes caught something under your shirt. You watched him as he lifted your shirt up and his eyes widened.

"Lingerie?" he was having a hard time holding in his smirk.

You blushed, just now remembering that you put that on this morning.

"Wow you prepared for me!" his smirk was now pretty evident on his face, his finger tracing against the lace of the red panties that hugged your hips so elegantly yet sexily.

"S-Shut up!", you slapped his hand off being super embarrassed.

"Hey, don't be like that," he got closer to you, leaving kisses over your cheeks and neck, "I'm honored."

You looked up at him, with an still embarrassed expression and he returned with a warm smile.

He then unbuttoned your shirt and slid it off before stripping himself, his eyes once again trailing off to your underwear.

Blush returned to your cheeks as you watched him spread your legs gently and start to leave kisses across your inner thighs.

He looked up at you, taking in your image once more before speaking, "Damn you look so good Y/N.."

His face then got closer to your clothed bulge before leaving a soft kiss on top of it, sending waves of electricity rushing through your whole body.

He realized it was getting your member really excited so he left a few more before your shaft was standing up completely straight and he smirked down at it with pride.

"S-Stop teasing me-", you moaned out, face as red as a ripe tomato.

He smirked up at you, "And why would I do that when you look so cute while squirming under my touch?"

You pouted and squeezed his head with you thighs, catching him by surprise.

"Okay okay, don't smother me with you thighs!" he chuckled and spread your legs once again, kissing your pouty lips playfully, and he freed your shaft of the panties, though he kept them on, liking the way they look on you.

You felt his lips on the tip of your member before they slid right down, making you moan out in pleasure. He started moving his lips up and down your length, tongue swirling and twisting around it as he slowly got all of you in his mouth.

You felt him suck and lick along your dick and he devoted a lot of time to the rim of it, his tongue finding it's way to the slit as well, driving you to the edge every single time, but just as you were about to release he'd pull away, not granting you that sweet relief.

You groaned out, bucking your hips up slightly, wanting to finally cum and he smirked at you, slapping your hand away when you reached out to jerk yourself off.

"No-no, hands off sweetie." he smirked down at your desperate glare.

His hands traveled to your thighs as he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his wet-with-lube tip against your hole and he looked up at your blushing mess of a face.

"Ready my love?" he asked as he rubbed your outer thigh with his hand gently.

You nodded and he slowly started pushing in, biting his lip because of how tight you were.

You whined out, pain washing over you, and you hid your face in your hands.

He reached out and moved them away, placing kisses all over your cheeks as he stopped moving inside of you, "Shhhh sweetie, it'll pass..", he spoke softly, trying to get you to relax and focus on him instead of the pain.

You nodded but kept looking away and he left more kisses across your skin and soon enough the pain was overpowered by pleasure and you moved your hips, testing it out and letting him know he can continue moving.

So he did and when he was all the way inside of you he stopped once again, letting you adjust to him and letting the pain pass.

When you gave him a signal that he can move again, he started off slowly, pushing in and out, but soon enough he started speeding up.

It was little to say you were in heaven. You were a moaning mess underneath him, crying and moaning his name over and over again. It felt so good to you, and so did to him.

His thrusts became stronger and he held you by your hips as his eyes travelled to your face, his hair sticking to his cheeks and forehead from sweat.

He leaned down to you, starting to kiss your neck and chest as his hand crept to your lower back, holding you up in the air as he kept on fucking you.

When he leaned down you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hips, bringing him even closer to yourself and you tilted your head to one side, giving him room for more neck kisses which he gladly gave.

"A-Ahhhhh Juliann…mhhhh…" he loved the sounds that were coming out of you without your will and he slapped your ass and gave it a squeeze, making you moan out louder.

"Like that?" he smirked and repeated the action, causing yet another loud moan to escape your lips.

"Fuckk do I love your moans Y/N," he smirked and started thrusting in deeper with more force, hitting your prostate and making your eyes widen and toes curl in immense pleasure he was causing you.

"Ohhh God Julian right t-there!!" you moaned out loudly, gripping onto his back, gently digging your nails into it.

"Hit the sweet spot now didn't I?" he smirked and started pounding that exact spot over and over again.

With so much pleasure coursing through you, you couldn't hold it in any longer, releasing all over both yours and his stomach with a loud moan.

He let out a low moan too on you growing tighter around him and with a few more thrusts he came as well, spilling his warm cum deep inside of you.

Both of you were panting from exhaustion, you more than him, and he pulled out of you, placing a warm and passionate kiss over your lips before collapsing beside you and pulling you into a hug.

"I love you Y/N," he smiled at you and placed another kiss but this time onto your forehead.

"I love you too Julian," you spoke through quick breaths and snuggled in into his embrace, both of you falling asleep shortly after.

BONUS:

The next morning, you two woke up sprawled across the bed realizing you're still in the palace.

You looked at each other with wide eyes and quickly jumped off the bed, putting on your clothes quite sloppily and then sneaking out to the nearest balcony.

Julian started going down and held his hand out to you, waiting for you to join him, and just as you were to cross the fence of the balcony two of the royal guards along with Nadia stepped onto the balcony, catching you two red-handed.

She seized you both up and down, small smirk curling up the corner of her lips, "Seems you two had loads of fun on the masquerade last night huh?"

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stress relief | hp x fem!reader

summary: after feeling stressed, harry comes to you for some time alone and reveals a new kink

warnings/content: making out, praise kink, switch!harry, sub/dom, mommy kink, oral (fem receiving), dry humping

a/n: this was my first smut so ??? it was really fun to write tho, i’m a whore for sub harry. also how ironic i’m posting this on mother’s day 🧍‍♀️

you were sitting in your bed, reading your favorite book when your attention was caught by the sound of your door opening.

you saw your boyfriend, harry, standing there with the key you gave him to your dorm. he locked the door as it closed and turned to you flashing a lazy smile. you smiled back at him and closed your book, marking where you left off.

“hi harry.” you greeted him.

“hi love.” he began to walk towards you and you moved to the edge of the bed, settling on your knees. you reached your arms out to him and he gladly wrapped his arms around you as you hugged him.

“you ok?” you asked him. he sighed and pulled away. you had your arms around his shoulders and he placed his on your waist, rubbing your skin slightly with his thumbs.

“not really.” he replied. you gave him a concerned look.

“what’s wrong?” harry shrugged.

“there’s a lot going on and it just feels like too much, you know?” you nodded at his words understanding what he was referring to. you were in your last year at hogwarts and no one really anticipated the pressure the end of this year would have to offer. you and harry hardly had time to be alone anymore.

“come sit on the bed.” you gestured to the side of the bed your pillows sat at and he nodded, pulling away from you to sit on your bed. you moved over to him and straddled his lap, leaning your head in the crook of his neck. you wrapping your arms around his torso and he returned the gesture.

“do you want to talk about it?” you asked him.

“no, i just want you right now.” he lifted your head and you pulled back to look at him.

“i love you.” you said.

“i love you too.” he smiled as he pulled you in for a kiss. the moment was warm and comforting and you made sure to show every bit of your love for him in it. you lifted a hand to rest on his cheek and he softly put his on you chest near collarbone.

in almost an instant the energy of the room changed. harry bit on your bottom lip causing you to open your mouth and his tongue entered it, turning the moment into a heated make out session. his hand lifted to go around your neck, something he often did when he wanted more. you loved the feeling but sensed he was slightly letting you have more control in the kiss than normal.

you and harry had talked about your likes and dislikes as soon as your relationship got to a more intimate stage. although he was always in the dominant position, he expressed that he’d like to try being submissive. the two of you never got the chance to yet but in this moment you decided to take the initiative.

you moved your hips a bit to get more comfortable but in the process harry let out what seemed to be a whimper. you looked down, breaking the kiss, and saw the print of his growing boner in his pants. you felt a bit of accomplishment and wanted to break the dominant front he still had up. you moved your head up and connected your lips again into a passionate kiss.

you grabbed the wrist of the hand he had around your neck and pushed it down. from that action he was clearly startled and you smirked into the kiss. you pulled away from his lips and placed kisses on his jaw. you moved to leave wet kisses on his neck until you reached a spot that made him groan. you focused on leaving a hickey there as you moved your hips against him.

“y/n...” harry moaned out and put his hands on your waist, helping you keep the same pace. you lifted your head and smiled at the spot that was forming on his neck. you noticed how he tugged on the bottom of your, really it was his, sweatshirt.

“you want to see my tits, baby?” harry’s lust filled eyes looked straight into yours and he nodded eagerly.

“use your words, please.” your thumb rubbed his cheek.

“yes. i- uh, want your tits.” he said. you lifted the sweatshirt over your head and threw it off the bed. you studied his reaction as he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. he reached his hand up to touch them but you grabbed it before he could. he looked at you with wide eyes.

“i never said you could touch me.” harry knew what you were doing but he wasn’t go to let you get there all the way yet.

“i’ll touch you if i want to.” he snapped back. you raised your eyebrows at this and quietly laughed. you rubbed your hand on his boner making him close his eyes and whine at your touch.

“that’s what i thought.”

harry finally let go of whatever form of dominance he had left and let you takeover. you pulled the bottom of harry’s shirt up until it came off and began to unbutton his pants. he help in pulling them off and you admired the boy under you. he was anticipating your next move and looked completely desperate. his hair was messy and his chest moved up and down in an attempt to control his breathing.

you moved back to straddling his lap and harry’s breath hitched as you sat directly on his boner again. you moaned at the feeling and began to rub on him again, moving your hips.

“c-can i please suck on your tits?” harry whimpered out. you nodded.

“go ahead, baby.”

he put his mouth on your left boob and swirled his tongue around your nipple. his hands were back on your waist and he let out moans at the feeling of your clothed pussy on him. you rolled your eyes back at the stimulation you felt in your core and you chest.

“you’re doing so good harry. being such a good boy for me.” you moaned out. he let out a low groan and mumbled something incoherent.

“what was that?” you asked. harry stayed silent. you held his chin forcing him to look at you and let go of your tit.

“i asked a question, pretty boy.” you saw that he seemed nervous as he struggled to repeat himself.

“i said, erm,” he took a breath in and out through his nose. “i said yes mommy.” his face grew even more red than it already was and you smiled at the name.

“so my good boy wants to call me mommy?” you gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“is that ok?” he asked you.

“more than ok.”

you moved back off of him.

“harry, lay down for me.” without hesitation he did as told, placing a pillow under his head. you got back on top of him and rocked your hips. you were determined to make him cum right there. you leaned down, leaving kisses on his neck. harry was under so much pleasure that all he could do was let out uncontrollable moans and whimpers.

“oh my-, m-mommy you’re gonna make me...” he whined, unable to finish his sentence.

“be a good boy and cum whenever you need to. i’m right here, it’s ok.” you whispered in his ear and placed a kiss under it, picking up your speed.

“fuck!” you felt his cock twitch through your thin shorts. “ahh- i’m cumming,”

“cum for mommy, baby.” you prompted him. harry cried out as his orgasm reached him. you felt the small wet spot in his underwear grow as his cum shot out of him.

harry’s breathing slowed back down as you stopped moving and left kisses all over his face.

“you did so good harry. i love hear your pretty noises.” the boy whined at your words.

“thank you, mommy.” he breathed out.

you got off of him and pulled his underwear off.

“you made such a big mess, baby.” you licked some of the cum the dripped on his cock off all while keeping eye contact with him.

“merlin, y/n..” harry moaned and his cock twitched from still being sensitive.

“do you want to nap, harry?” he looked back at you and bit his lip.

“what about you?” he asked. you smiled.

“seeing you cum is enough pleasure for me.” you sat back next to where he laid down. he leaned up on his elbows.

“i want to eat you out mommy, please can i?” he said.

“well when you ask so nicely like that, how could i say no?” he smiled at your words and moved down between your legs.

he pulled off your shorts and groaned softly at the sight of the wet spot on your underwear.

“you’re so wet.” he practically whispered as he took your underwear off. he kissed your inner thighs slowly getting closer and closer to your needy pussy.

“stop teasing harry.” you whined out. he finally licked on your clit and watched as you moaned. he attached his mouth to it and sucked on your clit. you put a hand in his hair, slightly pulling on it causing him to let out a moan that only added to pleasure you received.

“look up at me, harry. mommy wants her pretty boy to watch her.” he looked up at you through his glasses. you bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows as you felt yourself getting closer to your high.

“please cum on my tongue.” harry said and he moved his tongue to lick your hole and go inside you as his fingers rubbed your clit.

“oh, i’m so close-” you arched your back and moaned out. the grip you had on his hair got tighter and your legs shook as your finally reached your orgasm.

your breathing was heavy and you whined slightly as harry licked your sensitive pussy clean.

“you taste so good.” harry moved so he was hovering over you.

“thank you for being so good, baby.” you pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

harry leaned down and laid so he was half on top of you, half not, and his head rested on your bare chest.

“shall we get cleaned up now?” you asked, running your hand gently through his hair.

“mmm, not yet. it’s really comfortable here.” he replied and left a kiss on one of your tits. you laughed slightly as you recalled everything that happened.

“well goo goo ga ga then bitch.” you joked. harry’s head shot ip and he looked at you with an “offended” facial expression.

“this is on me, love.” he smiled at you.

“you’re the one with the mommy kink!”

“you’re the one that agreed to it!”

you both burst out in laughter and he put his head back down. you sat in a comfortable silence, taking in the moment of being in each others embrace.

“can you stay here tonight?” you asked in almost a whisper, not wanting to break the silence quite yet. he nodded.

“whatever you want mommy.” he teased.

“harry!”

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