#but that’s not ‘professional’ so he kinda brushed those sort of feelings off

[makotoismyson]

Now would it be silly of me if I low-key started shipping Cyril and Audrian or am I just being delusional (/lighthearted)

[nandysparadox]

roses and blue teddy bears

Pairing: romantic royality; brotherly moxiety

Word count: 1343

cw: just fluff. a lot of it

Summary:

Roman finds his boyfriend waiting for him after his debut in the lead role of a musical. Patton discovers Roman has a question to ask after the graduation ceremony.

or

Two times Patton and Roman gifted each other flowers.

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fic for day 3 of @royalityweek!! ive been having so much fun writing these, and I kinda fell in love with this verse haha ❤️🩵😊

huge thanks to @ivaryn0 for beta-reading!

prompt: seasons/flowers

There was nothing better than this, Roman thought, as he looked over the crowd. The bright stage lights blurred his vision of the audience, but he still heard the cheers, the applause that set his blood roaring in his veins as he linked arms with his colleagues and took the final bow.

The walk to the dressing room was filled with laughter and the giddy satisfaction that came with the end of a performance. They were already all quite familiar with each other, Roman would say, but goodness if the debut of their show didn’t make them closer.

Carefully, he began to unbutton his suit, feeling the fabric brush his skin as he slipped it off. It felt all too professional, and it’s then that it hit him. He did it. Most times he could barely believe this was real. Roman supposed he’d have Patton to thank for that, convincing him to go to the audition in the first place. Roman chuckled under his breath, he’d lost a lot of faith over years of unlucky streaks.

And now he had one of the lead roles in an up-and-coming musical with a lot of potential. He would be the actor to originate the role on stage.

Like he said, unreal.

Despite all the excitement, changing out of costume was still a tedious process. The adrenaline wore off, after all, and as he rubbed his skin with the makeup wipe, trying to take off the stubborn mascara, he definitely felt it. By the time he was done, he wanted nothing more than to jump into bed.

A few people greeted and congratulated him on the way to the stage door. He was his usual, charming self, of course, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t rush the interactions a little. When he finally slipped away, he exited the theater with a sigh. Then stopped right in his tracks as he saw who was waiting just by the door.

He’d recognized those flower-embroidered overalls anywhere, along with that peek of black hair.

Patton’s face was almost fully hidden, covered by a bouquet so huge you could spot it from a building. A combo of red and white roses that looked right out of Queen of Heart's garden. It was lovely — and the gesture made Roman’s heart do all sorts of flips in his chest. Patton supported him in every performance, usually spotted somewhere in the first rows, but the fact that he chose to go above and beyond on this one, knowing how much it meant to him?

It made Roman want to kiss him until they ran out of air.

As if he noticed him in the same instant, Patton stuck his head out of the bouquet. He was beaming, bright and beautiful. “Honey! Congrats-”

He just couldn’t help it, Roman practically threw himself at him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.

“Woah, careful with the flowers,” Patton giggled, moving the arrangement so they didn’t crush it. “Hello sweetie,” he whispered with a smile, coy and teasing. It was like a thread snapped.

Roman surged forward and pulled Patton into a kiss, practically melting when the other reciprocated. It was always like that with Patton, a kiss both warm and sweet, like hot chocolate with cinnamon. The kind that made Roman long to do it over and over again.

“I love you so much,” He breathed out as they pulled apart, and Lord knows the moon-eyed look he must’ve been giving Patton. He couldn’t find it in himself to care too much.

Patton chuckled, all mischievous as he fiddled with the collar of Roman’s button-up. “Well, thank you, honey.”

Huffing, Roman batted at his shoulder, causing Patton to laugh outright. Instantly, he softened.

It was the kind of laughter that sounded just as beautiful and melodic as ringing bells. The kind that made him want to rescind his previous statement on theater because he was certain that there wasn’t a thing in the world that was better than it.

“I love you too,” Patton said. “So much.”

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Excitement filled the auditorium as everyone geared up to leave the stage. Patton was more than ecstatic, of course, but after listening to speech after speech, he was more than ready to get out of those robes and head to the restaurant and celebrate with his family.

He ran a thumb across the certificate tube as he trailed down the stairs, feeling the leather in his fingertips. That was it, huh? A combined 8 years in the same university and now he had a Veterinary Medicine degree. It was weird to think about. Part of him couldn’t believe he’d really done it.

Patton smiled, holding his diploma tighter. Despite the uncertainty, an overwhelming sense of pride bloomed in his chest. It was like he was floating on air. He’d really done it… he’d be a vet! His dream job since he was 8 and his parents took him and his brother to the zoo. This was real.

It took a few seconds for him to spot his family in the crowd, but when he did, he found them waving with huge smiles on their faces. He was sure he matched that as he ran over, having to step aside a few stray caps. His mother hugged him tight before he could even get a word in, and his father was in a state, sobbing and fussing over Patton as much as he could. They congratulated him, teary-eyed and looking so proud Patton ended up shedding a few tears himself.

Virgil approached him, all stiff and awkward, and he thought his brother would give him one of his usual shoulder pats, but then all of a sudden he was pulled into a hug. One that lasted for a whole 15 seconds, which was quite long — for Virgil. When he pulled away, Patton could’ve sworn he saw tears in the corners of his eyes. He chuckled, but didn’t mention it — Virgil would probably deny it to his grave.

“Is Roman here?” Patton finally asked, after letting his parents snap a few pictures for the photo album. "He’d said he’d come.”

His mother smirked, putting a hand on her hip. “Look around, sweetie.”

Patton tilted his head, but he did so, turning around. What he saw made his eyes widen.

“No way.”

Roman waved at him with a grin, pushing a blue-painted pushcart, of all things. Flowers, light blue and blooming, filled the cart to the brim, along with heart-shaped boxes, chocolate bars, and a teddy bear resting right on top of them. Patton laughed in delight, though it might’ve come off more as a squeal.

“You’re crazy,” he said, eyeing the cart as Roman got closer. “What, is this Valentine’s or something?”

“Only about you, darling.” Roman winked, taking his hand and kissing it in a move that never failed to make Patton blush. “And no, more important than that.

Roman let go of his hand and hugged him tightly.

“Congratulations, my heart, I’m so proud of you.”

Roman had always been one for big gestures, but somehow he still surprised him every time. Patton beamed, feeling so happy he rocked on his feet. When they finally pulled apart, Patton leaned in and pressed a big kiss to Roman’s cheek.

“How did you get this thing in here anyway?” he laughed.

Roman shrugged, smirking like the cat who got the cream. “I have my ways,” he said, falling into silence as he ran a hand through Patton’s hair. He looked thoughtful for a moment, as if nervous all of a sudden, and cleared his throat. “Actually, could you get that plushie for me?”

Patton blinked and reached for the teddy bear. It was incredibly adorable. Made out of blue checkered fabric and with big black eyes. It even had a necklace! A thin golden chain that led down to…

A key?

When Patton looked back at Roman, the other was smiling bright enough to outshine the sun.

“Move in with me?”

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A/N:

he said yes, by the way ;)

first half takes place about 5 years after they met, while the second half takes place a few months later, after patton has finished veterinary school :>

[gingersnaaps]

ctrl + shift + n

you should always remember to close your tabs - especially your tabs of tumblr smut, and especially around miya atsumu.

wc: 1.6k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, noncon, fingering, panty gag, finger sucking, condescension, super meta, fem!reader with internal genitals, college!au

a/n: i feel like this has been done before but i’ve had this concept on my mind for a while

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

Miya Atsumu. Star volleyball player at your college. Undeniably talented. Riddled with scholarship offers and professional opportunities. Infuriatingly attractive.

Also: a terrible group project member.

“Just lemme have a look,” he whines, grabbing at your laptop. “It’ll only take a few seconds. Promise.”

It’s a heroic task, ignoring him. It almost takes as much brainpower as doing his portion of the project for him.

Your eye begins to twitch as his perfectly-filed fingernails intrude at the edge of your screen, obscuring part of the slide you’d been working on. Technically, he should have been the one doing them, but as much of a genius as he may be at volleyball(this fact was grudgingly admitted after you’d watched him play once), he was utterly useless when it came to anatomy and physiology.

And you really, really, needed to end the semester without failing.

The cool metal of the laptop slips out of your grasp, and you roll your eyes so hard that you think they might get stuck in your head.

“Just wanted to see what you’d been workin’ on,” Atsumu says sheepishly. He’s sitting at the opposite end of your couch, legs kicked up and crossed on the coffee table, and the bright screen disappears from view as he begins clicking through the slideshow. “Not bad,” he muses. He presses a few more keys.

His face suddenly changes, a brow quirking as his eyes darken.

“What?” you snap. “Should’ve done it yourself earlier if there’s something you don’t like.”

He jumps slightly, startled by your harsh reaction. “No,” he says quickly. Too quickly. “It’s good. I like it.”

One more thing to note about Miya Atsumu, you thought to yourself: he was probably terrible at poker.

He returns the laptop to you, as promised, and hums idly as you resume working. The two of you sit in silence, but it’s not exactly comfortable - after the awkward exchange, there’s a layer of tension that hangs thick and heavy in the air. The air conditioning drones on in the background, like white noise meant to soothe, but it worms its way into your conscious mind and sits there, just noticeable enough to be irritating. Aside from that, it’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Of course, he’s the one to break the silence.

“Didn’t know you were into that kinda’ stuff.”

You freeze.

“Didn’t think that a girl like you would ever be lookin’ at something so messed up.”

Panic clenches at your stomach, and you reply carefully, voice measured and cold. “What are you talking about?”

“Should really be more careful about which tabs you leave open,” he chuckles.

You scan the cluttered row of tabs at the top; there’s nothing missing. Your eyes dart around the screen frantically -

There’s an incognito window open along your taskbar.

“Rough sex, violent sex, rape? Jesus christ, sweetheart.”

You click nervously, and on the screen, clear as day, is the fic you’d been reading earlier that morning. It’s one of the blogs you frequent - normally one of your favorite places to scroll through after a nasty day - but right now, it seems almost sinister, black font on a white background staring back accusingly as your skin prickles under his gaze. You swallow; a heavy, sinking feeling squeezes at your chest, closes up your throat, makes you feel like you’re dry drowning.

He grabs the laptop back. He’s sitting a lot closer now.

“I mean, just look at this shit. You really want this, huh?”

“No, I- I don’t.” Your voice sounds foreign, far away - you feel like you’re underwater, and your denial sounds guilty even to your own ears.

His lips graze your ear, the warmth of his body spreading to yours as he slides an arm around waist.

“If you wanted to be raped, angel,” he whispers, a terrifying grin stretched wide across his face. “All you had to do was ask.”

He laughs at his clever little joke, and pulls you onto his lap.

You feel numb, paralyzed, unable to fight back or move at all as his hands glide along your inner thighs, kneading the soft, puffy, flesh, spreading them apart until you’re straddling his lap. He pulls your hair to one side and starts kissing along your jaw, rough and sloppy, sharp teeth nipping at the underside of your jaw as you shiver.

He punctuates his words with a harsh squeeze to your thigh, thumb brushing dangerously close to your cunt. “I bet you were getting off t’ this, weren’t you?” he hisses. “Bet you were just dripping down your thighs, squirmin’ around ‘n moaning, fantasizing about some scary man who just takes what he wants.”

The dull, pained, look in your eyes reads like defeat to him, sending a thrill of pleasure through his veins. He’s right, isn’t he? He’s fuckn’ spot on about your little habits, your little fantasies, and he’s gonna make sure that all your dreams come true.

“Let’s do this exactly how it’s written out, how’s that sound? Follow along with your cute story ‘nd everything,” he muses, scrolling down the page. “Starts out with her - you - getting fingerfucked.”

It’s as if those words break some sort of dam inside you, a flurry of tears and sobs heaving out of your chest as his fingers trail up to your clothed clit. You squirm back and forth in his lap, ass rutting against his hardening cock. “Don’t want it,” you whimper. “Don’t make me. Please.”

“Playin’ along, angel? That’s cute.”

He peels your skirt off of you, thumbs hooking around the waistband of your panties as he pulls them off and stuffs them in your mouth. You can taste yourself on the damp fabric that clings to the roof of your mouth, spit soaking through as your whines and protests become muffled.

Fingers spread your pussy apart, sliding and squelching embarrassingly in the slick, your skin cold and exposed in the open air. As he rests his thumb lightly on your clit, he quirks his lips at the way your heartbeat thrums in your cunt, your pussy twitching as you clench around nothing.

Best part is that you like this, that you're turned on by this, he thinks. The fat, silvery, tears streaming down your face mean absolutely nothing when you’re so obviously into it.

He thrusts a long, thick, finger in, all the way to the last knuckle, the calloused pad of his fingertip brushing up against your spongy walls as your pussy contracts and squeezes him tight. “So eager,” he coos. “It’s jus’ like you always imagined, huh?”

You sniffle as the outline of his cock presses into your ass, rutting his hips against you and moaning from the delicious friction of the fabric. There’s nowhere for you to go, one large hand squeezing your waist and holding you down, the other fucking you backwards into his broad chest.

He crooks his finger; you sob, body drawn taught with pleasure, and he pushes another inside as you spasm. He’s good with his hands, unfairly good, his thumb nudging against your sweet clit in circles as his fingers scissor your walls and stretch you out so good. It’s as if you’re his little puppet, jerking around whenever he drags his fingers roughly against your g-spot, crying out through your stuffed mouth as blunt teeth sink into your neck and his tongue runs along the ridge of your ear.

“You’re makin’ a mess, pretty girl,” he murmurs, watching in delight as you flush with shame. “Dripping into my palm and all down your thighs, just like the girl in the story.”

You turn your head, trying to look away, but he grabs at the hinge of your jaw and forces you to meet his gaze. It’s taunting, cruel - he looks so pleased with himself as he fingers you until your thighs start trembling, walls clenching erratically as pleasure builds and builds.

His grip on your face turns tight, pressing bruises into your skin as you cream and gush around his thick digits. The orgasm crashes down on you in waves of pleasure, his fingers fucking you through it with constant probing and circling and stimulation.

His nimble fingers pluck the panties from your mouth, soaked with drool, and tosses them aside onto the floor. “Open up,” he says, prying at your mouth.

Your jaw goes slack, falling open, too tired to put up a fight as he shoves his fingers in. You’re not sure there’s much of a point. You suck sloppily, tongue laving around his digits, cleaning your cum off of him as he shoves his hand in deeper, making you gag and retch, and he moans loudly at the sight. You look so perfect - his precious little angel choking on his fingers, eyes watering and body trembling as you do everything he makes you.

You’re shivering when he withdraws his fingers with a pop.

He helps you put your clothes back on, wet panties sliding across your skin and leaving trails of shining slick. It sticks and clings to your pussy, makes you feel all filthy and used, and bile rises in your throat. Goosebumps ripple down your thigh at the sensation of cool air.

Atsumu nuzzles at your neck, fingers patting at your spent pussy, his tenderness almost mocking, and clicks back to the slideshow you’d been working on.

“Let’s save the cock for after you get us the A, hmm?”

[theepisceswriter]

Jealous!Reader with AOT characters (Erwin, Reiner, Connie, Levi)

A/N: it’s always ‘Jealous AOT characters this’ and ‘AOT characters reacting to someone flirting with you’ but almost never the reader being the jealous one or reacting to someone flirting with their boo !

TW: none really apply, sort of suggestive themes (with Erwin), GN!reader, Modern AU

ERWIN SMITH

No matter what AU setting Erwin is thrown in he still possesses those qualities that make him a great leader and figure for people to look up to. People adore him and so do you because he truly is an admirable person, but sometimes other people get a little too carried away with it.

Suddenly every dad joke he makes is 100x funnier to them, they just have to comment and compliment him on everything he does, and they don’t mind pushing you to the side or ignoring your presence completely to talk to Erwin. It’s in professional settings like work banquets, fundraiser events, etc that it usually happens so he has no choice but to be cordial and pursue a conversation with them or reply to their sly comments.

This puts you in an awkward position; you don’t want to say anything and ruin the whole night for everyone and make the atmosphere awkward, but you also don’t want to watch the whole night while people come and flirt with your man right in front of you. So, you awkwardly just stand off to the side with your arms crossed over your chest, champagne in hand, and a slight frown on your forehead even when you’re trying to do something like watch the entertainment to clear your mind.

At one point Erwin comes over to checkup on you and even tries to kiss you on the cheek before heading off, but all you give him is attitude. You scoff at his questions and when he tries to kiss you on the cheek you move away from him. “Shouldn’t you be giving kisses to your coworker instead? They seem to be riding your dick more than me.”

Erwin the brat tamer is in shock !! One, he has no idea if he should pull you into the nearest storage closet and teach you a lesson for talking to him like that, but his shock at you feeling that way and concern for your jealous feelings take over.

He didn’t know you were affected by it that bad. It was just for work and he thought you understood that, but it was his fault for not making that clear with you and he does apologize to you for that like the try gentleman he is; bringing your hand up to his mouth and trailing kisses from your hand, up your arm, and eventually to your mouth.

He evens forces you to follow him around the whole night, his arm never leaving your waist and holding you close to him so everyone knows that you’re with him. The next time someone tries to flirt with him in front of you he’s quick to hit them with that, “Don’t you see my gorgeous partner right here next to me? Do you think that was appropriate to say knowing I’m a taken man? You should be ashamed of yourself.” Now that he knows it affected you that much.

REINER BRAUN

Reiner is so oblivious when people are trying to flirt with him. It’s the reason why your relationship had such a slow burn to it at first because it’s so hard for his brain to comprehend that someone is genuinely being nice to him and interested in him for once.

That’s why when two girls came up to him commenting on how big his muscles were and sneakily stealing skin on skin contact with him, he was completely oblivious; just kept chatting on and on about his workout routine and what he eats on the daily like they were genuinely interested in that. At one point he was even about to trade numbers with them before you stepped in, wrapped your arms around his torso, and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck placing kisses on his sweet spot that left him red and stuttering out sentences.

The girls eventually got the hint and left abruptly with quick goodbyes, just as you had planned out in your head. You remove your head from his neck and look up at him with those puppy dog eyes, “I don’t like how they were feeling all up on you like that. You know these pecks are meant to be squished by me and only me 🥺”

Leading them on or flirting with them whether he knew it or not was never his intention and he lets you know that right off the bat, telling you how he wasn’t even thinking about them in that light, but of course you already knew that. Which is why you can’t be mad at him at all in the first place.

He simply just makes up for it with a kiss and you go on with your day.

CONNIE SPRINGER

Connie is a naturally funny guy. He doesn’t even have to be trying and he still cracks you up, it’s one of the reasons you were so drawn to him and became a couple in the first place. It’s also almost mainly part of the reason you end up getting jealous.

You see how people cling to him when he’s cracking his jokes. How they like to playfully hit his chest for skin to skin contact or how they sit underneath him complimenting him all night making him feel like he’s on top of the world. He’s so clouded by the praises people throw at him that, like Reiner, he’s so oblivious to the flirtatious undertone of them. Only focusing on the high he feels in the moment.

It’s not until he glances over at where you’re sitting, noticeably distanced away from everyone else with a scowl on your face as you looked off into the distance, that he becomes concerned. He tells the group of people surrounding him that he��ll be back and he’s at your side in an instant. “Is everything okay? Don’t you want to be in the conversation with all of us? You don’t have to sit here alone.”

You try to brush him off, tell him everything’s okay and to go back with his group, but that’s not working with Connie! He’s poking and prodding at your side and cracking corny jokes until he sees a smile on your lips and has you cracking up. It’s after his threats of tickling you that you finally spill the beans about how you’re sorta kinda jealous that his attention was on everyone else but you and how they were practically flirting with him.

And what does he do? He starts bursting out laughing! Of course, that takes you by surprise but you know he’s not laughing at you but the situation at hand instead. It has your cheeks getting warm and you desperately trying to hide your face away from him in your hands, but he doesn’t allow you do to that. He’s peppering your face with kisses in between his giggles and assuring you that, “You’ve been on the back of my mind all night long. I don’t even know what half of those people’s faces look like because I haven’t been paying attention to anything but their laughs.”

He forces you to come sit with him and continues on with his jokes and participation in the conversation, but now with you snuggled into his side with his arm draped over your shoulders.

LEVI ACKERMAN

Levi isn’t stupid, he knows when people come up to him trying to flirt or fake interest in him with ulterior motives in their mind. He simply just doesn’t care. He’s as nonchalant as nonchalant gets; never flirting back with them and sometimes he doesn’t even reply to them at all but just stares until they get the hint that he doesn’t want to be bothered.

He expects you to be the same way, not care at all since he doesn’t entertain their silly games at all, but that’s not the case and he realizes that one day when notices the change in your demeanor and the sulking expression that suddenly comes over features after he tells you a story about a customer at his tea shop today trying so hard to flirt with him.

“Are you seriously jealous right now?” Yeah, he’s a little meanie about it at first because he’s Levi and he has no idea if you’re actually jealous or just toying with him.

But that just makes you feel worse because now you feel like you’re reacting over nothing and oops—here comes the waterworks as if this wasn’t already awkward enough for him. We all know Levi is the worst at reassurance, but he cares for you a lot so he’s going to take an attempt at it for you. Plus, he feels terrible for making you cry.

All he has to do is grab you by the chin, wipe your tears away with his thumbs, and assure you in a stern voice, “You know I would never give into their pitiful attempts at swooning me. You’re the only one I’ve had my eyes on for a while and that’s not going to change just because someone is trying to smooch me out of a free tea.” It works perfectly.

He even offers to take a day off of work to spend exclusively with you.

[og-danny-dorito]

Quick (detailed) Drabble on Matt murdock’s love for eating pussy?

UHM YES? i havent written for matt in so long so im glad this was here!! i kinda went haywire so im sorry for that, but the good news is that i’ll be trying to do more marvel-related content so i can try to get back on my feet with this shit again. nsfw under the cut!!

⚠️𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬⚠️

- explicit sexual content

[𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞_________________________________________]

   To try to put into words how much Matt loves eating you out is nearly impossible. There are many things he likes to do to you, of course. Just barely grazing his hands over your skin and feeling you writhe beneath him for more is more than he could ever ask for. He could always tug gently at the base of your hair and listen as you whine for him. Or he could overstimulate you with your hands bound above your head by teasing you until you’re begging for more, god please more, just don’t stop-

   But nothing quite brings him the satisfaction of making you fall apart from the quick flicks of his tongue against your most sensitive spots. You can feel him smile as you hold back a moan from his gentle bites at the insides of your thighs, a punishing gesture you had come to learn. He whispers something soft to you but you can barely hear it over the static clouding your brain- maybe something along the lines of “If you keep quiet I won’t be able to go on, Y/n.” or “You know better than that, I have to know you want it.”, but you can’t make out the specifics.

But he already knows. He knows you like it.

   He knows how bothered it makes you when his hot breath fans over your clit, barely enough friction to satisfy the fire that’s been bubbling in the base of your stomach for... however long he had been holding you down here. His arms were wrapped around your thighs to keep you from moving too far from him, the chords of muscle flexing under sweat-coated skin as he leaned in to press more messy love bites on your legs.

   If your mind wasn’t so clouded by lust right now you would’ve been admiring him much more. He always loved it when you ran your hands over his shoulders and through his hair when you were getting intimate. You guessed it was grounding for him- affirmation maybe -sort of letting him know that you were there and close to him. Transparent, you’d have to call it. But right now was different. Much different.

   Right now your hands were bound above your head, your wrists bound in a soft silk material that wouldn’t hurt you too badly if you chose to struggle away from his grasp. Not that you could, though. Or wanted to for that matter. It must’ve been an hour he had been attached to that delicate place between your legs, abusing it with his tongue and lips and teeth and making you feel more helpless than you ever had before.

   It seemed that whenever he got the chance his head was in between your legs, sucking away at your clit and gently fucking you with his tongue like his life depended on it. It didn’t matter what kind of day he had, Matt Murdock ate you out like a man starved whenever he got the chance. You’re pretty sure that if you asked nicely he’d eat you out in a public bathroom just because he loved doing it that much.

   His tongue swirled around that sensitive bundle of nerves just as your eyes were starting to cloud over, the overstimulation and upcoming orgasm making you barely able to keep your eyes open. But he would always wake you up it seemed, your eyes shooting open as he hummed around you. You could feel yourself letting out those involuntary sounds again, your mouth seeming to betray you as you begged for him to go slower, not so hard, 'm gonna cum again-.

   But, fitting to his “professional” title, he didn’t heed your warnings. His tongue was speeding up by now, flicking over the bundle of nerves as if his life depended on it as his hands tightened around your legs and pulled you closer to his mouth. Your back arched into the sheets as you threw your head back, your hips jerking involuntarily with each iteration of his torturous tongue against your sex.

   It didn’t take you long to reach the euphoria you had so eagerly waited for, cries of his name falling from your lips as he worked you through your high with desperation in his movements. He licked up every drop of your cream like a man starved, his tongue seeming to glide from top to bottom as lewd sounds filled the room once again: now with a feverous intensity that you had almost forgotten about.

   Thank God you had him here to remind you, right? He found himself smiling as he licked you clean, his eyes blankly staring forward. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t see, to be honest. You felt him looking at you even without the use of his eyes. It was in the way his hands trailed from around your thighs to the soft flesh of your stomach, gliding up the skin of your torso to rest on your chest that let you know he was watching in some way or the other; hw was paying attention.

   The fact that you were panting made his grin grow even wider, leading to him moving from his spot to sit on his knees. The stubble on his chin brushed the inside of your thigh as he moved up, making your whole body jolt as an involuntary whimper left your throat at the sudden friction.

   By now you were fully aware of you surroundings, your eyes seeming to roam over his body. He looked... desperate. His breath was quick from having to hold it for so long, ragged breaths coming out as deep and reverberating in his chest. You could see the way his eyebrows knotted together and his eyes clenched shut as he tried to control himself a little bit. You could see him leaking through the fabric of his grey briefs- wait -had he not even taken them off?

   It was only when he opened his eyes did you come to your senses again, your eyes flicking up to catch his blank gaze as he ran his hands over your hips, gently caressing the skin there. Permission- he was asking permission. “I want you, Matt.”, you said softly, your voice breathless. You felt almost as if you could sense the tension in his body leaving, his free hand moving to release himself from his underwear.

   He found himself cursing as he sunk inside you, eyebrows knitting together and teeth baring themselves as he let out a hiss of pain and satisfaction. Words of thanks tumbled from his lips as he began to move, the bed below you shaking as you gripped onto the fabric holding you down.

It was going to be a long night.

[ ~𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!~ ]

[lightsovermonaco]

Speed and Stress: Part 2

Masterlist

Thank you to @acollectionofficsandshit for betaing, your comments on this one were unhinged gold 

Word Count: 3.1k

Recommended Vibes: “Perfect Day” by Tundra Beats

Part 1

Your brother was late. Not that anyone was surprised.

“Got the time mixed up,” he says as you climb into his absurdly tall truck. Living in Texas for three years had turned him into somewhat of a country boy, though not enough that he forgot his upbringing. He was still a blue blooded Los Angeles boy, just with a love for trucks and longhorn cattle.

“At least I wasn’t waiting for an hour this time,” you say and sling your bag to the backseat. Deciding to get right to the good stuff, you clasp  your hands together. “So! I have some news.”

Hunter grins at you. “You finally found a job?”

You roll your eyes and shoot him a pointed look. “No, dipshit. Better than that. I got us paddock passes for the whole weekend.”

“WHAT?” He jerks the wheel, horns honking at you as other drivers swerve. You grab the dash to steady yourself, laughing at his outburst. “Do you know how hard it was for me to get general admission tickets? How the hell did you get paddock passes?”

“May have met someone pretty high up at McLaren in Los Angeles,” you say, examining your nails.

“Like, Zak Brown? You met Zak Brown?” Hunter was such a fan boy, you had to laugh. His love for McLaren ran so deep he practically bled blue and orange. The only reason you watched the sport was because of him shoving it down your throat for years, but damn if you weren't glad for it.

“Daniel Ricciardo.”

Hunter choked on air but managed to stay in his lane this time. “And you waited until now to tell me?”

“I didn’t know it was him when I met him! He was on a motorcycle and I stopped to help film a tiktok and then-”

“Of course you’d stop,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You’re a sucker for bikes.”

“Yeah well, lucky that I am, cause all I had to do was flirt to get us those passes.”

Your intention had never been to take advantage of Daniel. It was more the opposite in fact; you were just living in the moment and capitalizing on the once in a lifetime opportunity to flirt with your celebrity crush. You had to admit, it turned out better than you'd ever thought it would.

“I can’t believe you seduced Daniel freakin’ Ricciardo,” he says, shaking his head. “You astound me.”

“I didn’t seduce him!” You protest.

"Sorry my bad. You charmed him. That sound better?"

You roll your eyes. "Whatever. I damn near had a heart attack when I figured out it was him but he was kind enough to let me brush it off."

"Well, thank god for your two-wheeled obsession because without it, we would be watching the prix from the nosebleeds."

You laugh and shake your head. Hunter tended to have a poor filter when he was excited and tended to spew whatever was on his mind. "Just watch your tongue this weekend, alright? I'd rather embarrass myself than have you do it for me."

Hunter gives a mock salute. "Yes ma'am."

**********

You'd stuffed five different outfits in your bag in preparation for the grand prix weekend. In theory, it shouldn't be hard to decide what to wear. But Friday morning you changed clothes so many times you lost count. No matter what combination you tried you weren't satisfied.

Finally, you give up and settle on a McLaren polo and denim shorts. Simple and comfortable, but form fitting enough to catch Daniel's eye should you run into him.

You knew you shouldn't, but you pull out your phone to text him anyway.

Thanks again for the tickets. Let me know if you've got any free time so I can properly thank you!

You hit send before your brain has the chance to overanalyze the message. You check your phone obsessively the entire drive to the circuit, only half expecting a response. You tuck your phone in your pocket when you get to the gates, determined not to let it get to you. Daniel warned you he would be busy, and you knew that responding to you was likely on the low end of his list of priorities.

Hunter gets you to the circuit a half hour before they let fans in and you have to listen to him ramble about driver stats the entire time. Normally you don't mind; guessing who's most likely to win each Sunday is something of a competition in your household. But today, you couldn't focus enough to put any thought into your prediction, instead just blurting Daniel's name.

"You're only saying that cause he's into you," Hunter says, grinning savagely. "He struggles in Austin and you know it."

"So? He's in a McLaren this year. You saw his pace in Bahrain, and that was with a damaged floor! He'll podium for sure." You cross your arms and return his grin. "Besides, he's motivated."

"Oh, is he?"

"I told him I'd buy the winner of the United States grand prix a drink. Up to him whether it's him or Verstappen."

"Oh my god you have a date with Daniel Ricciardo?"

"Dude, chill out. It's not set in stone. Honestly, he's probably forgotten that I exist."

"Has he texted you?"

You glance down at your phone and are greeted with an empty inbox. "No. Not after the initial time so I could have his number." You shrug and pick an invisible piece of lint from your arm. "But he said he'd be too busy anyway."

"Guess we'll see once we get to will call, huh? If he's forgotten about you."

"Yeah." An odd feeling rolls through you. It feels a bit like nerves mixed with hope, but you stamp down on it. You were here to enjoy yourself. The trip of a lifetime had been handed to you on a golden platter and you were wont to let something as trivial as nervousness ruin it.

Bells chime as you step into the blissfully cool will call office. A blonde woman with a bit too much blush dusted on her cheeks greets you with a smile. 

"What can I do for you?"

"Picking up some tickets that were left for me by a driver?" You try, unsure of the proper procedure. "I don't have a paper or anything."

She waves a hand in the air as if she expected as much. "All I need is your identification. They should be under the name."

"Oh uh, of course." You motion for Hunter to hand over your wallet and show the woman your driver's license.

"Great. Wait here and I'll grab those for you."

You drum your fingers on the desk while waiting for her to return. After what feels like ages she re-emerges empty handed.

"I'm not seeing anything here with your name on it," she says, her plastic smile at odds with her sincerity. "I'm afraid your tickets aren't valid until Sunday."

"Can you double check? Daniel said they'd be here-"

"So sorry. There's no record of anyone dropping tickets off for you."

You blink, holding your tongue in the face of her blunt response. "Okay. I guess ill try and get it sorted out."

Hunter breaks the tension. "Can't you call him?"

"I can't just call him, I'm sure he's busy."

"Either that or we don't get in. Just do it, he gave you his number and specifically told you to let him know if there were any problems, didn't he?"

Yes he had, but that didn't mean you wanted to disturb him. He was probably knees deep in some sort of race weekend press conference or drivers meeting and heaven forbid you interrupt.  But it was either that or you slink home disappointed and empty handed.

"Fine," you grumble, pulling out your phone with deliberate slowness. Hunter crosses his arms and tips his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well?"

"It's dialing, you good for nothing busybody-"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to call," Daniel answers, voice radiating sunshine.

You cut right to the chase, not giving yourself a single second to evaluate how your heart skips. "Look, I don't wanna distract you on a race weekend but I'm at will call and they're telling me they can't find any passes left for me."

"Let me guess," he starts, raising his voice to be heard over the pneumatic tools in the background, "You're dealing with Jenny?"

Your eyes fall to the name on the woman's lanyard. She shifts under your gaze like she knew exactly who you were on the phone with. "Yep. Spot on."

"Kinda figured she would be a problem. She's got a huge crush on me and does this every time."

You fight back the strange sensation his offhand comment brings to the surface. "Oh, really?"

"I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes or so."

"Oh you don't have to-"

"Hey, no big deal. I gotta go that way anyway."

"Uh, okay. See you soon?"

"Yup. On my way."

You hang up and stare down at the phone, stunned.

"Well?" Hunter asks.

"I guess he's coming here to sort it out himself."

He blinks rapidly and shakes his head. "Hold on. Are you telling me that I get to meet Daniel? Like right now?"

"Can you relax?" You laugh lightly. "Honestly you're gonna freak him out."

"Uh, yeah sure. No big deal, just meeting one of my favorite drivers in the minus five minutes and I'm completely unprepared. It's fine."

If you roll your eyes any harder they'd pop out of your head. "Relax. He's laid back, but I don't want you to freak out and embarrass us both."

"Excuse me," Jenny breaks in, her distaste clear. "Please move aside if you're not picking up passes."

"Er, yeah. Sorry." You shuffle awkwardly off to the side to wait. Cheesy elevator music plays and Jenny shoots you glares until the door squeaks open and the human incarnation of the sun steps inside. Your breathing stutters when the Australian shoots you a wink and a grin before sauntering up to the counter.

"Why hello there Jen," he says, and she giggles coyly. 

"Hi Daniel." She lays a hand on his forearm, the touch light and flirty. "What can I help you with?"

Daniel leans into her, whispering conspiratorially. Whatever he says has her bold smile faltering, replaced by a mask of professional cheer. Daniel shoots you another wink as the woman retreats to a back room, returning moments later with your supposedly missing passes.

"Thank you," Daniel says sweetly, taking them from her and turning to you. "I think these are yours."

"Thanks." You take the passes and hand one off to your awestruck brother. You nudge him and he comes to his senses in time to shake the hand Daniel sticks out.

"You must be the brother," he says. "I see you're a fan."

Dressed head to toe in McLaren colors, there was no other conclusion for Daniel to draw. For once your brother is the one stunned into silence so you answer for him, "Yeah, only a little. He was crushed when you left Red Bull cause Max is his other favorite driver and now he has to split his loyalties between teams."

Dan's laugh snaps Hunter out of his trance. "I know you're busy but do you think you can sign something for me?"

"Of course. How about this?" Daniel snatches the hat from Hunter's head and produces a sharpie from his pocket, signing the brim with practiced efficiency. 

"He'll be texting the group chat about that as soon as you're gone," you tell Daniel who laughs along with you.

Heat rises to your cheeks as Daniel's assessing gaze sweeps you from head to toe. "McLaren orange looks good on you."

Channeling his easy confidence you flash him a grin. "Not as good as it looks on you."

He smooths the hem of his soft shell jacket, smile turning bashful. "Anyway. I gotta run. See you Sunday after I win!"

Your eyes follow him as he jogs back through the paddock until he's swallowed by the crowd. You sigh, shifting your weight from foot to foot. God, he was gorgeous. And he had such a big heart. It was a shame someone hadn't snatched him up yet, but then again, that meant you still had a shot, even if it was a slim one.

"So where exactly do these get us?" Hunter toys with the lanyard now placed around his neck. "It doesn't say."

"I'm guessing the McLaren lounge," you say and point to the logo on the passes. "Above the garage."

"That's the perfect vantage point for practice."

And it was the perfect view- before getting in the car Daniel walked out into the pit, suited up in his cobalt racesuit and minty helmet and glanced up. You weren't sure if he saw you or not when you waved but he gave a little salute nonetheless.

Hunter was practically glued to the bank of floor to ceiling windows for the entirety of free practice, immersing himself in the experience. You found yourself glancing at the timing tables every lap, silently hoping to see the RIC tag move up. By the end of the second session he had been fourth fastest, a few tenths behind both Mercedes and the Red Bull of Verstappen. 

By the time you make it back to Hunter's house, you're both exhausted from a full day of running up and down the paddock. The pair of you had been determined to soak up every second of it, sneaking into whatever offices you could and stealing bites off the buffets and cups of coffee. 

Saturday’s free practice and qualifying session pass in a blur of color. Daniel drags his McLaren up the ranks to qualify fourth, his best starting position so far this season. He had a decent shot at the podium- Bottas should be easy pickings and if Verstappen and Hamilton made any mistakes, Daniel might even have a shot at the win.

The excitement in the air is palpable as you both flash your badges and head back up the now familiar path to the McLaren lounge. An hour before lights out, the v6 engines rumble to life below. You venture out onto the balcony, watching and waiting for a glimpse of Daniel.

The Aussie does you one better by walking out, race suit on and helmet in hand. He chats animatedly with Michael before stopping and craning his neck upwards. Michael nudges him with his elbow but Dan ignores him, answering your tiny wave with a wink. He mimes taking a drink and you roll your eyes.

Dan throws his head back and laughs, audible over the cacophony below. He gives you one final salute before Michael drags him back into the garage.

Ten minutes later cars begin streaming out on track, Daniel taking the fourth grid place as his mechanics once again swarm him. Tire blankets are secured, keeping them warm and pliable ahead of the formation lap. Thirty seconds before the boys are released, they're peeled back off as everyone scrambles off the pavement. Verstappen leads them away down the 3.4 mile track for the formation lap. Dan does a few small power slides before taking his place on the second row.

One by one, the red lights illuminate and disappear quicker than your blink. Daniel gets away clean while Bottas stumbles out of the gate, leaving himself wide open for Daniel's overtake on his right side. Cheers erupt around you, your brother going so far as to lift you off your feet.

Maybe Dan had a shot at winning after all.

A nail-biting 38 laps pass without a change in the order of the top three. Finally, a mistake in Max's pit stop sees him return to track third, just behind Daniel. The McLaren driver puts up the fight of his life, late braking at every corner and defending his position for all he was worth. Lewis was twenty seconds ahead- he wouldn't be winning but he could defend his second place spot.

Lewis Hamilton, race winner for the seventh time at the Circuit of the Americas!

Daniel Ricciardo crosses the line second, Max Verstappen takes home that last podium step for Red Bull. An astonishing fifty six laps here today in Austin!

The box erupts around you, a roar of cheers making it impossible to hear what else Crofty and Brundle were saying. But it didn't matter as Daniel raises his fist when he swings back into parc ferme, jumping out to be congratulated by his team. It was his first podium for the papaya team and you can tell it means the world to them.

"Looks like you're taking Lewis out for a drink," your brother teases. "Told you he wouldn't win."

"He almost won," you counter. "But hey, I'm not above asking Lewis on a date. Could you imagine? I mean, he would never agree, but still. It would be a hell of a date."

If you crane your neck from the balcony, you can just barely see the podium. Everyone goes quiet for the anthems and erupts again when the champagne is sprayed. The McLaren team chant for a shoey, which Daniel obliges. He sits to unlace his mint green boot and pours champagne into it, drinking from the boot before passing it to Max who joins in on the fun. 

Just as quickly as it began, the celebrations ebb. Daniel is the first to leave the podium which seems odd, given that the PR department surely wants his first big win for the team to be well documented.

Your phone buzzes a second layer. You fish it out of your pocket, a Cheshire grin splitting your face.

"Shouldn't you be busy celebrating?"

"I am," Dan starts, sounding breathless. You can barely hear him over the sound of the crowds chants behind him. "But I want to celebrate with you. I know I didn't win, but how about you let me buy you a drink instead?"

You barely hear anything beyond his first sentence. I want to celebrate with you. Were you dreaming? There was no way this was real.

"Um, I'm sorry, you want to celebrate by going out with me instead of your team?"

"If you'll let me. Hey- just text me okay? I can barely hear you over everyone screaming my name. It may be going to my head."

You laugh, drawing the attention of the vip's nearest you. You give an apologetic smile and move further from the crowd. "I'll text you an address. See you later, second place."

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Touches Ask Game: Kisses #49

Thanks for the prompt! Enjoy these nerds. Also over at AO3 It was strange being on the Normandy again.

Stranger still being under Evvy's command after everything that had happened. He outranked him, technically, but he was still CO of this ship and the more senior of the only two human Spectres (did that even matter? Was there a manual for this stuff?) and, of course, their de facto expert on all things Reaper.

Or Prothean.

Something like that.

Add in the fact that so many of their old friends were once again part of their ragtag team and knew he and Evvy were a thing, and Kaidan was finding it more than a little difficult to gauge what was and was not appropriate. Should he cut back on the familiarity? Keep some professional distance in front of the crew? Should he even sleep upstairs with Evvy, especially since one too-helpful member of the crew had given him a bunk assignment?

These were not the sorts of things he wanted to worry about at the end of the world.

Then of course there was the issue of finding his footing with everyone again. So many of the friends who'd been on the SR-1 had also served on the SR-2, making his absence during the Collector mission all the more apparent. Joker had been pilot on both ships, and the two hadn't exactly patched things up after Alchera. Garrus had borne witness to his anger on Horizon. Liara hadn't spent those months mourning Evvy -- she'd worked to bring him back, forging ties with a group none of them would have considered before. Even EDI had technically worked alongside Everett, for all she'd been fully integrated with the ship at the time.

No one said anything, but he felt it in the things that weren't said, in the quiet sidelong glances, the pauses, the silence that crept into the moments between, heavy on his thoughts.

Everett had already forgiven him; they'd agreed to bury Horizon, leave it behind them, focus on the here, the now, for however long they could. But saying it and feeling it were two different things, and after the standoff with the Council…

A brush of fingertips against his wrist had him jumping, whirling around from where he'd been absently staring at the coffee machine. He came face to face with Evvy, the Commander's eyebrows raised, concern pinching them together somewhat.

"Machine works better if you push the button," he pointed out, voice soft.

"Oh -- right, yeah. Sorry. You uh. You want a cup?"

"Nah."

Kaidan cleared his throat and pushed the button, feeling heat in his cheeks. This was getting ridiculous, he decided. He felt like a lieutenant again, assigned to the SR-1, easily flustered by the sight of his crush. Except now there was a hefty dose of doubt to go along with it, his thoughts latching on to any number of reasons this was only going to crash and burn -- again -- without anything else to focus on.

"Kaidan --"

Everett cut off, glancing past Kaidan's shoulder as a gaggle of crewmen stepped off the lift. He quieted, waiting for them to disappear into the crew quarters before his eyes drifted back to the Major.

"…are you okay, Kaidan?"

"I…"

Kaidan didn't know what to say. He'd asked for this, wanted this, and still did, wanted anything that meant he could stay close to the people he cared about. He just hadn't thought about this part, about coming face to face with the reality of what he'd done, that Horizon would have further impact than just his relationship with Everett.

"I'm just… trying to acclimate, still, I guess," he finished. "It's uh… bit more of an adjustment than I was expecting, is all."

Evvy hummed, leaning against the counter, arms folded over his chest as he watched Kaidan get a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked after a moment.

"It's just me feeling awkward," Kaidan tried to assure him. "I want to be here," he added hurriedly, in case Evvy got the wrong idea. "It's just kinda…weird, you know? After all this time."

"Yeah." Everett sighed glancing down as his omni-tool beeped. "Well, if there's anything I can do, lemme know?"

And before Kaidan could verbally reply Evvy leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before disappearing into Liara's office. He stared after him, cheeks even warmer, coffee once again forgotten.

----

This is ridiculous.

Kaidan had kissed Everett hundreds of times in the past, had spent hours dedicated to that very specific activity, so much so that the idea he could set off butterflies in Kaidan's stomach with a simple kiss to the cheek was mind-boggling. Everett's lips had been in far more intimate places, but this was what got him tongue-tied and flustered?

Granted, he hadn't had the liberty of kissing Everett Shepard since before Alchera. Reconnecting in Vancouver had been limited to holding only, Evvy's nerves too raw for anything more demanding than that, and Kaidan hadn't wanted to risk stoking the man's anxiety any higher than it already was. So maybe it was the memory more so than the act of being kissed, a trigger reminding him of all the other ways he'd kissed and been kissed by this man, that left him feeling like a lovestruck teenager all over again.

You've heard of touch-starved, now get ready for kiss-starved.

And maybe a little touch-starved too, at least in terms of touching and Everett and very much wanting to touch him again. Preferably on the lips, preferably in the way he knew the other man could render him breathless.

By the coffee machine wasn't the last of their new relationship kisses on the Normandy, or even the last one that day. Clearly Kaidan had set off some level of concern in Everett, the Commander making it a point to stop by amidst his other duties even if just for a moment. Little touches, fingers to wrists and elbows and the inside of his arm, gentle squeezes as reassurances and, when granted a brief moment of privacy, more kisses. Kisses to the cheek, kisses to the forehead, kisses to the corner of his mouth. One to the back of the neck, and Kaidan was certain it had been on purpose, catching a glimpse of that familiar mischief in Evvy's eyes that told the Major the Commander knew damn well he'd brushed close to his amp port, sending a pleasant shiver shooting through his body. Each kiss was quick, discreet, a little secret tethering them together, the rhythm falling into one Kaidan was gradually finding more and more familiar.

Everett had always been playful in his affections; a stint with Cerberus and jailtime hadn't stripped him of it.

Still my Evvy, Kaidan thought, shaking his head after Everett surprised him with a kiss to the shoulder as he passed to grab more coffee. This one had the audacity of teeth, and a glance over at Evvy's faux-innocent expression told Kaidan it was time to start playing right back.

So the next time he found himself in the Commander's presence he snagged his hand, gave a gentle tug to keep Everett in the conference room after a debriefing with Admiral Hackett and, in the privacy afforded by the angle he deliberately stood at, Kaidan pressed a few feather-light kisses of his own to the sensitive skin of Evvy's wrist. Smirked as Everett's eyes widened, lips parting, and flashed him a wink before walking away.

Everett's quiet chuckle followed him out.

----

The proverbial gloves came off after that.

Soon it became less about trying to keep things discreet and more about thoroughly teasing the other, the kisses growing bolder and more fervent over time. Overriding elevator controls, stealing a frantic moment in a blessedly empty hall, more than once after concluding a call over the QEC. It was thrilling, filling Kaidan with anticipation, wondering when the next move would come and which of them would reduce the other to a kiss-induced haze. It was the best sort of game, where neither of them could lose.

"You two do realize kissing has like… other tells beyond hickeys, right?" Garrus demanded one day after the Turian joined them in the lift. Kaidan cleared his throat, Evvy fought back a smile, and the Turian shook his head.

"If you're trying to be discreet -- and I'm starting to think you aren't -- maybe watch Evvy's stubble, huh?"

Everett choked back a laugh as Kaidan widened his eyes innocently, the evidence of stubble burn blatant on his cheeks, along his jaw, down his neck. Garrus heaved a long-suffering sigh.

"Idiots."

"I forgot about the stubble," Evvy admitted once he was gone and they resumed their climb to the upper levels.

"I didn't."

Everett did laugh at that, looping an arm around Kaidan's middle and tugging him close.

"Mmm so what do you think?" he asked, nuzzling his cheek to his. "Feeling better?"

"Hmm?"

"You were struggling, before," Everett reminded him. "Shenanigans seemed a good place to start for getting you comfortable again."

"…all of this to get my mind off how awkward I was feeling?"

"It worked, didn't it? Plus, it's not like I need to invent a reason to kiss you. You're very kissable." As if it to underscore this point Everett cupped Kaidan's cheeks, giving a little squeeze until the Major laughed.

"It worked," he agreed, hands moving to cover Evvy's. "…thanks. Although now that you've gotten me all comfy…"

"Mhmm?" He grinned, catching the mischievous glint in Everett's eyes as the Commander waited.

"How about we revisit some other memories?"

"Some favorite activities?"

"With a new spin, even."

"Oh?"

"Haven't made out against the fish tank yet."

Everett laughed, leaning in to kiss him again.

"No we have not."

The fish, at least, wouldn't require their discretion.

[es-kay-zee]

Lust | Lee Know x Reader

I had plans to make this kinky as all hell, but I somehow ended up going the opposite direction with this. oh well, it was still pretty fun to write. I’m also sorry if there’s parts of it (or all of it?) that don’t make any sense. I didn’t proofread it at all and my head was just empty while writing it.

I was kinda liking it at one point, then I overthought about it and now I think I hate it but I put in all this time so it’s getting posted. I just feel like it kinda went all over the place

 Warnings: officemate! au, sexual tension (maybe? Idk, i tried), fem! reader, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), protected sex (yay!) there’s like a split second of softdom! Minho, but other than that moment there’s not really any dynamics.

Requested: Yip

Word count: 4.6k

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It didn’t take a genius amongst your co-workers to be able to tell what was going on between you and Minho. Everyone could see the way you looked at each other. They could see the way you took extra time at the printer, considering it was right next to his desk. You would stand there for longer than necessary, just watching him work. How his fingers would type away on his keyboard, the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows. God, what you would do to have his fingers inside you.

No, you can’t think like that. He’s just your co-worker. He may be hot as all hell, but this is a professional environment, right?

It was also painfully obvious to everyone how Minho looked at you the same way. Just as you would spend extra time at the printer, he would spend extra time at your desk whenever he had to hand you some files. He would try to make some idle chit-chat with you, but really, he was just staring at your lips the whole time. While you would admire his hands and arms, he would admire your lips. He often found himself wondering just what your mouth was capable of.

Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t only see you as some pretty thing around the office. He also admired your dedication and work ethic. He loved how much effort you put into your job to ensure you produce the pest quality of work. But he wasn’t stupid, he could see just how hot you are.

But he’s not allowed to think of you in that way. He’s not allowed to spend many a night imagining your hand, your mouth wrapped around his cock instead of his hand. After all, you’re just co-workers. And it’s all professional, right?

That’s what you both keep telling yourselves. 

It’s a normal Friday, not long before midday, and you’re zoning out at your desk, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to do over the weekend. You’d originally had plans to meet up with a few friends, but they all cancelled on you, leaving you with nothing to do on the approaching Saturday and Sunday.

You’re dragged out of your thoughts by someone waving a small folder in front of your face.

“Hey, earth to y/n?” You snap your attention onto the figure in front of you, quickly realising that it is, in fact, Lee Minho who’s standing at your desk. You hurriedly fix your posture, sitting up straighter and clearing you throat quietly before responding.

“A-are those some more files that need doing?” The way you stutter over your words has you internally cringing, hoping he can’t tell the effect he has over your body.

“Yeah, they’re the latest invoices that have come in. These ones need to be paid by Tuesday and then these ones need to be paid by Thursday,” he explains to you, holding up the two separate folders in his hands.

Reaching out your hand for the folders, you feel your fingertips brush against his once you grab them. You withdraw your hands as quickly as possible, feeling your heartbeat pick up slightly as the subtle contact. Your gaze lingered on his arms for a moment, his sleeves rolled up just the way you liked. Minho is so effortlessly attractive that it’s unfair.

You pry your eyes away from his forearms, away from the veins you can see running along his arms, instead looking at his face. The moment you look him in the eyes, however, you can’t help but think that maybe staring at his arms would have been the better option. His eyes were just as pretty as the rest of him, but the way he was looking at you right now, the way he was staring so intently at you, had you cowering slightly under his gaze.

“So, you had lunch yet?” he asks, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two of you, resting his hands in his pockets.

“Not yet, was just about to head up to the cafeteria shortly,” you reply, your eye focus being caught by his stance. You can picture it, him standing over you just the way he is now, hands in pockets, forearms visible, smirk on his face. Just imagining him standing there like that, looking down at you like you’re some sort of prey while you’re on your knees for him. Slowly undoing his belt and-

“Well, I was gonna head up now. Wanna join me?” you are once again pulled from your wandering thoughts by Minho, but the damage had already been done. You could feel your neediness throbbing in your pussy, your slickness slightly coating your underwear.

“Uh, sure,” you say, quickly locking your computer and grabbing your lunch.

You walk with Minho back towards his own desk so that he can pick up his own food before making your way up stairs to the third floor. Once you both make it to the cafeteria for the shelves. You grab your mug before making yourself a coffee, Minho doing the same next to you.

You both head towards a back corner of the large room, finding two seats at a small coffee table. A small conversation begins between the two of you, somewhat awkward, but not uncomfortably so. The occasional silences weren’t left empty, instead being filled with lingering glances at one another.

You make it through all your food and just over half of your coffee before it happens. Disaster. Minho has looked away from you for just a moment and the sunlight cascading through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows hit him in just the right way. It made him glow in the light, distracting you while you took a drink from your mug. You weren’t focusing on anything but how delicious he looked in front of you, ending up with you tipping your mug up to far and spilling it all down your front and onto your lap.

Your small yelp snaps his attention back to you and you both just stare down at your soiled clothes. Heat rushes to your face when you realise the exact repercussions of what’s just happened, and the heat spreads when you notice that Minho has also realised it. Your white blouse drenched in coffee; the material becoming see through. Minho’s gaze lingers on your chest for a moment too long for between normal co-workers, your bra entirely visible through the now coffee-coloured fabric.

Minho clears his throat before speaking. “Uh- I’ll g-get something to help clean that up,” he stutters out, standing up as quickly as possible before rushing off to grab some napkins. It’s not long before he returns, a whole stack in his grip.

He places them on the table, taking his seat again. Picking a couple napkins back up he turns his whole body towards you. Your breathing stutters when he leans in close to you, your eyes looking deep into his as he freezes in place.

He’s torn. Torn between wanting to help you for your sake, wanting to help you for the sake of being able to touch you, and not wanting to overstep any boundaries. He can hear his heart hammering in his ears, and he wonders if you can hear it too. Especially with how close the proximity currently is between you two.

He takes a deep breath before making a decision about whether or not to help you clean up. He reaches his hand out, carefully beginning to dab at the spilled drink on your lap, fully expecting to be told to stop.

You tense under his touch, but not out of discomfort. It’s the way his hand moves along your thigh that has you frozen. Your thigh. One of the more sensitive parts of your body, and his hand is rubbing back and forth along it. The contact causing your brain to short circuit as you feel the heat begin to pool in your core.

“Um… Make sure to soak these clothes before you wash them. That should help get any stains out,” Minho says, trying to ease the tension.

“Oh, yeah, thanks. I’ll be sure to do that,” you reply, his voice snapping you out of your stupor. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to ignore your growing arousal.

Minho has to fight back his own increasing need at the sight of you nibbling on your lower lip, wanting little more than for it to be his own teeth tugging at the soft flesh. But what really gets him, is you taking a few napkins and beginning to dab at the coffee on your shirt, unintentionally pulling his gaze back down to your chest. Now he was fighting back groans, trying desperately to let the sounds die in his throat before you get the chance to hear them. That would be too embarrassing for him to handle.

It’s not long before you sigh a heavy sigh, giving up the hopes of being able to save your outfit and keep your presentability for the workplace, accepting it as a lost cause. Minho stops his own wiping at the sound, looking at you instead, waiting for you to speak.

“You know what, this is a mess. I might as well just head home for the rest of the day. There’s no point sitting here at my desk all day like this,” you say, looking down at your clothes. “Besides, most of my work is done for the day anyway.”

It’s only when you lift your head up when you finish speaking that you realise just how close Minho’s face is to your own. Close enough for you to feel his breaths against your cheek. Your eyes dart down to his lips, but only for a split second, not wanting to make your arousal so obvious. Minho, however, notices. But luckily for you, he decides not to say anything about it. Yet.

“That sounds like a good idea. Uh… here,” he says, removing his blazer jacket and holding it out to you.

You reach out and grab it, your fingers once again momentarily connecting with his as you take the item he’s passing you. You both rise to your feet and you give him a confused look, wondering why he’s handing you his blazer.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to walk around with a see-through shirt,” he explains in response to your unspoken question.

The heat returns to your cheeks at his statement, quickly pulling the clothing item on and buttoning it up, making an attempt to cover yourself.

“Thanks,” you say. There’s some part of you that doesn’t really want to cover yourself, that wants Minho to see you. But you push that part aside. After all, you’ve got to maintain some sort of professionalism. “We should probably head back down now.”

“Yeah.”

You both gather your belongings, taking your mugs over to the dirty dishes rack and placing them in along with all the other dishes. Yet another silence befalls the two of you as you make your way back down the stairs to your floor, the quietness neither comfortable nor awkward. Something in between.

Finally reaching your floor, you make a beeline for your desk, aiming to grab your bag and get out of here as quickly as possible. But before you grab your things and head into your boss’s office to say that you’re leaving early, you pause, turning back to Minho again, stopping him before he gets too far away.

“I’ll get your jacket back to you on Monday if you want. I’ll even get it cleaned to make sure there’s no coffee on it.”

He takes a moment to think, once again torn between options. One being just saying okay and letting you just bring it to work with you on Monday. And the other option… Well, if the way you were almost whining when he was touching your thigh earlier is anything to go by, then the second option might just work out for him. Fuck it.

“Or you could bring it over to my place? Tonight? I-if you want to,” he says, making sure to keep his voice only loud enough for you to hear, not wanting any nosy co-workers listening in.

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire as you think of the possible outcomes of you going over to his house, albeit under the guise of simply returning his blazer. You can already feel yourself growing wetter at the thoughts running through your mind. You blink rapidly, shaking your head slightly to yourself, remembering that you have to answer him instead of just standing there daydreaming all day.

“You’re in luck. I was gonna go out for a few drinks tonight, but my friends all cancelled on me. So, it turns out that I’m available,” you say, fighting hard to keep your voice steady and to not let on just how needy you were.

“Well, you could always have those drinks with me while you’re over,” he offers, stepping closer to your desk.

“I could.”

You both smirk at each other, knowing exactly what the outcome of tonight will be. Minho searches around your desk for a moment, eventually finding and grabbing a sticky note and a pen. He scribbles something down before handing it to you.

“That’s my address. See you at 7?”

“Sure thing, see you then.”

He smirks at you again before finally heading back to his own desk and you finally head off home, being sure to stop in and let your boss know you’re leaving.

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Before long, 7 o’clock rolls around and you’re sitting in your car, parked on the road-side, opposite Minho’s house. Checking yourself in your rear-view mirror quickly, you make sure you look presentable before getting out of your car, his blazer draped over your arm. You’re somewhat nervous as you approach his front door, reaching up and knocking. It only takes a short moment before the door swings open, revealing Minho. He steps backwards, holding the door open as he gestures for you to enter. You step past him and into the house, taking in his appearance while he closes the door behind you.

His outfit is simple, a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but to you he looks damn fine. His jeans are tight enough to show off his thighs while not being too tight that it would create any struggle to remove quickly. That’s handy. And his shirt leaves his delicious arms on display. You look up at his face just to see him staring at you in the same way you were just starting at him. Like you’re the single best thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Hi,” you say, bringing his attention back to the current moment. He blinks a few times, taking a moment to recollect his thoughts.

“Hey, you look really good.” He gestures towards your dress. You chose one that was simple, yet effective at its job. You wanted to wear something that showed off your legs, something that would get his attention. And judging by the way he kept looking you up and down, it was working.

“Here’s you blazer,” you say, holding it out for him.

“Oh yeah, thanks,” he replies, having already forgotten that he’d even let you borrow it in the first place. “I’ll just go put that away. Feel free to make yourself at home.”

He dashes off down the hallway, presumedly towards his bedroom. To take the moment alone to take in your surroundings, noting how Minho’s house had a very homely feel to it.

You take a seat on the couch while you wait for him to return. And it doesn’t take him long to do just that, already walking back up the hallway towards where you are. He heads to the kitchen first, grabbing a couple of glasses.

“I have some wine here. Want some?” he offers.

“Sure,” you say, knowing that soon enough the drinks will be abandoned in favour of other activities.

It’s not long before Minho approaches you, two glasses of wine in his hands. He hands one to you before taking a seat in the spot next to you on the couch. Directly next to you. He’s so close that the side of his leg rests against yours, but you’re not complaining.

“Try not to get too distracted by me again,” he says, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “We wouldn’t want you to spill another drink.”

You both laugh at his teasing statement, but your mind focuses on the word again and you realise that he did know the causing of today’s earlier mishap. Well, that’s a bit embarrassing.

The next short while is filled with more idle chit-chat, a measly attempt at wasting time before getting down to business. The entire time you’re talking, Minho’s arm is resting along the back of the couch behind your head and he’s very shamelessly eye fucking you. In his defence though, you’re doing the exact same thing to him.

“Do you want another glass?” Minho asks when you finish your wine, placing his hand that’s not currently resting on the back of the couch on your thigh. You let out an audible breath as his hand softly caresses the flesh, the feeling sending pools of arousal directly to your heat. As his fingers slowly trail further up, beginning to disappear under the skirt of your dress, you know that he’s not really offering you another drink. It’s his way of moving the conversation along, of asking you if you’re ready to do what you truly came here for.

And you’d be damned if you weren’t ready.

His fingers continue to travel higher, skimming along your inner thigh, avoiding where you desperately need him. You bite your lip, trying to stifle a whimper. It doesn’t work, and it instead draws Minho’s focus to your mouth. And he’s back to thinking about your mouth, how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock. The idea alone has him growing painfully hard in his jeans. Hell, he’d do anything to have your lips on him, in any way.

“M-Minho, please,” you whisper, wanting him to stop his teasing caresses and finally touch you the way you want. The way you need.

“Please what?”

“Please t-touch me.”

“Touch you? I am touching you,” he says, stopping his hand’s movements and instead just resting it in place.

“No, please touch my p-pussy,” you say, your hands coming up to cover your face, embarrassment coursing through your body, causing your face to heat up.

Normally, Minho smirked at you, getting a kick out of how flustered you are.

“Ah, I see. Well, if you want that to happen then you have to prove to me how much you want it.”

And that has you whining.

You quickly manoeuvre yourself so that you’re straddling Minho’s lap, tired of waiting for him to provide you with some much needed friction. Your hands rest on his shoulders, his own flying to your hips when you slowly, experimentally grind down on him. Your actions get the best reward, in the form on a shaky moan from Minho, and that’s the moment you can tell that this whole thing is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting you.

When he told you to prove it, he was expecting you to just get more flustered. He certainly wasn’t expecting you to make such a bold move. You roll your hips against him again, this time drawing a moan from yourself. One of his hands slides up your back, grabbing the zipper for your dress and slowly sliding it down. Once he has it undone, he pulls the dress up and off your body, revealing your lack of bra underneath. Shit, he hadn’t even noticed earlier that you weren’t wearing one, he was too distracted by your legs. He looks up at you, his own lust-filled eyes meeting yours, watching you lean in closer to him. Closer, and closer.

And then your lips – those oh so pretty lips – were on his own, moving together in a rush of adrenaline and lust. There was no delicacy in the kiss, only pure wanton desire as your hands roamed each other’s bodies. You’d both been waiting for this for so long. Craving it.

His hands slide down to your ass, kneading the flesh. He’s quick to stand up, keeping you held up, your legs wrapping around his torso. He carries you down the hallway, only breaking the kiss for a split second at a time to make sure he didn’t bump into anything, before he would dive back into your lips. Your kisses were intoxicating, addicting. Minho just couldn’t get enough. Even when he finally made it to his bedroom, dropping you down onto the bed, he still doesn’t pull away. It’s only when you pull away for breath that he stops, you both panting deeply from the lack of oxygen for so long.

Your hands glide across his linen-clad chest, the fabric warmed from his hot skin. He groans lowly at your touch, desperately wanting more. One of his own hands finds it’s way to your breast, his thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple.

His touch is soft, gentle. He’s testing the waters, wanting to figure out what you like, what touches really get you going. He knows he’s on the right track when your back arches slightly at the contact, and he grazes his thumbs over the nub again, harder this time.

You can feel how soaked you are, your underwear beginning to stick to you uncomfortably. You buck your hips upwards, trying desperately to get some sort of solid friction going, the aching between your legs bordering on painful. Sensing just how strong your need is, Minho pulls away from you, moving down the bed until he’s laying between your thighs, his fingers already dipping into the waistband of your underwear.

He wastes little time in pulling the fabric down your legs and tossing them off to the side. And now, finally, after so long of wanting it, he’s able to gaze upon your pussy, glistening with your juices.

“Holy shit, you’re so wet you’re dripping,” he exclaims, looking up and making eye contact with you. And it makes you clench around nothing when you look at the man that’s remained on your mind with his head between your thighs.

“Only for you,” you reply, even your voice dripping with need. Minho looks back down at your soaked cunt and, in the split seconds before his touch, every nerve in your body and mind comes alive with electricity.  He licks one long stripe along your entrance, and the moan you let out is obscene. And he loves it.

Minho is filled with a new determination, a determination to make you moan over and over again. To have you feeling so good that you’re screaming his name.

He circles his lips around your clit, working the nerve bundle with his mouth while he brings a hand down to work your entrance. He slides a digit it, immediately curling it in search of your special spot. He quickly adds a second finger, continuing his search for your g-spot. He knows he’s finally found it when your hands go flying to his head, threading into his hair, tugging hard. He groans at the sensation, loving the way your hands feel in his hair. God, everything you do just turns him on, and he begins to unconsciously rut his hips into the mattress. He continues working your core while you moan uncontrollably.

“F-fuck, Minho. I’m s-so close,” you manage to whimper out, but he already knows. The way your walls tighten around his fingers over and over tells him everything he needs to know.

“Do it, baby. Cum for me,” he says, and you don’t have to be told twice, your orgasm washing over you with more force than you expected. He finger-fucks you through your high, only stopping when your body stops convulsing in waves of pleasure. He pulls his hand away from your core, a whine escaping you at the empty feeling. If he could make you cum that hard with just his fingers and mouth, how on earth are you going to survive cumming on his cock?

He crawls back up your body, placing his arousal-coated fingers at your lips. You open your mouth with no hesitation, immediately sucking the digits in, swirling your tongue over them as you sucked. The sight alone almost had Minho cumming in his jeans. For so long, all he’s wanted is your lips around some part of him, and while he also wanted to be graces with the visual of you sucking on his cock like your life depended on it, he was more desperate to just fuck you.

He wastes no more time in ridding himself of his clothes until he’s completely bare, reaching into his bedside table draw for a condom. positioning himself above you once again. He’s about to open the condom packet before you stop him, taking it from his hands opening it yourself. He moans when you slide the condom down his length, your hands feeling better on his cock than his own ever could.

The moment you lie back down, he lines himself up with your entrance, not wanting to go another moment without being inside you. He pushes into you, not stopping until his hips rest against yours, the room filling with moans as your bodies finally connect. His cock stretches your walls so perfectly, like two puzzle pieces made for each other.  

After a brief pause, he slowly pulls back you, only to thrust back into you. He repeats the motions, gradually settling into a solid pace, not to fast and not too slow, a perfect balance of the two.

He drags his lips up the soft skin of your neck placing sloppy kisses as over, being sure not to leave any marks. As much as he wanted to mark you where it was visible, he couldn’t. He didn’t want you to have to go through the hassle of covering them each day at work while you wait for them do disappear. Instead, he opted for sucking bruises into your collarbones and along your chest.

Your brain felt like static, unable to string together a single coherent thought as Minho continues to thrust into you, pleasure radiating throughout your entire body. The knot in your stomach grows tighter for the second time during the night, and from the way Minho’s thrusts are getting sloppier, you can tell that he’s close to his own end as well.

He slides his free hand in between the two of you, fingers finding your clit. He rubs circles into the bundle of nerves, and you feel yourself unravel, his fingers being the final to push you over the edge. And it’s your fluttering walls that has the same effect on Minho. You both ride out your highs together, him spilling into the condom and you around his cock. Your loud moans are music to his ears, while his are the same to yours.

Once you both come back down from your highs, Minho pulls himself away from you, quickly disposing of the condom before coming back to lay next to you.

Your body feels heavy, your brain foggy and distant, a tiredness falling over your entire being, exhausted from your orgasms. You groggily roll onto your side, curling your body up into Minho’s and almost instantly drifting off into sleep. He wraps an arm around you in return, feeling sleep approach for him as well. He rests his face against the top of your sleeping head, placing a chaste kiss to your hair. And just before he let himself fall asleep, he made sure plan out in his mind what he was gonna cook you for breakfast in the morning; pancakes.

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Anti-Romantic, Part 2

(credit to the original owner of the image)

Character | Jaehyun x reader

Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff

WordCount | 2 K (bitesized for your convenience lol)

Author'sNote | I know this is kinda short, but I've decided not to rush the ending. I'm for sure not drag it out too much, but the slowburn reaaaally got to me and I ended up liking more than I orginially thought, so! I'll be back to post Part 3 tomorrow!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I know that you love me, It makes me deeply drunk

You’re like champagne, I shouldn’t do this

You’re at the base of the stairs to your apartment complex when he pulls up. The window on the passenger side rolls down.

“Hurry! I think they’re about to wash the machines at the ice cream shop!” he reaches over and opens your door while you grab your two bags and your pillow. You loved him, you really did, but he had the flattest, most uncomfortable pillows in the world in his guestroom.

“What? Why didn’t you stop there before picking me up? It’s not like you don’t know what I like.” You’re trying to move all your stuff to the backseat as he pulls away.

He sighs, “Thank you Jae, you’re so nice to pick me up,” he mutters. You’d be a bit apologetic if it wasn’t for the grin he was trying to hide. “I’ve already spent most of my ‘special’ day alone, thanks to someone who had to bail on me. I wanna spend the rest with you.”

“I knew it, it bothered you didn’t it?” You accused while fastening your seatbelt. “Next time, just tell me, I know it seems as if I know everything but I actually can’t read minds.” You knew he was just messing with you but for some reason his words cut at the guilty feeling you were trying to push away. “I actually got you something this time around, it’s why I wanted to see you before the day ended.”

Jae parks the car outside the shop before turning to you, “wait, did you really get me something?” You sigh, offended, “well, if you don’t want it or don’t like the idea of it, then I can still return it.”

“I just thought of you when I saw it…” crap, it’s too soon for you to go anywhere near that subject.

“That’s not what I meant,” he shakes his head, “It’s just been a while since we shared birthday gifts.” You look away from him. If he kept this up, you’ll start to regret calling him. Your hands were slightly shaking with the effort of not reaching over and pouring all your feelings into him. Unlike what you’re used to, he was dressed down with a simple t-shirt and grey sweats. He looked so soft, and domestic. You hated how much you loved it. At least for work, you had both always been professionally dressed, which was a nice barrier for your thoughts. If you dressed professional, you felt professional. This helped control your thoughts. But now that you were here with him, it was definitely harder to keep track of your thoughts.

Today was a day for him, not for you. You took in a deep breath as you turn to look at the shop. It looked like they were getting ready to start closing duties. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could feel your heart race with acute awareness to his proximity in the small car. He was waiting for a response.

You open your door, “yeah well…if we don’t hurry, we won’t get those diabetes-inducing bombs you’re so fond of. And this all would have been for naught.” You needed to get a grip, fast.

I can clearly see the end, Worse than a hangover

It will be hard, Now, Just end it somewhere here

“I can’t believe you told them it was my birthday,” he groaned, pushing off his shoes at the door. You followed suit.

“Of course I did, it meant free goodies!” You raise the plastic bag with macarons. “It just sucks that they’re all valentine’s themed.” You make your way to the kitchen to put away the snacks you brought, dumping your overnight bag at the door of the guestroom. Maybe if you kept the heart-shaped gift out of sight, it won’t make you as nervous with him.

“I brought your fave by the way, chocolate covered almonds and gummy bears,” you call out. He appears in the kitchen, hair out of his way with a headband. Be still my heart, you thought. You decide to hyper-focus on placing some snacks on a plate to bring to the living room.

“So, what’s the plan?” He reaches over you to grab a water bottle from the fridge, brushing your hip with his front. No no no no no no no!

Was he teasing you? You knew that your face would give you away, you could feel how warm your ears and cheeks were. You hated how honest your face was, and it didn’t help that Jae knew you like the back of his hand. Maybe this is how he is nowadays? Flirty and confident? You’d be lying if you didn’t find it attractive, but not when his attention was only directed at you. You felt like you were slowly suffocating but even that wouldn’t stop the warm light that seemed to burst from your chest.

It seemed so easy to pretend you were closer to him, to pretend this happened all the time. That you were close enough to reciprocate his flirty actions.

“uh, em,” you clear your throat, “actually, I remembered you wanting to see that movie last time we hung out. I have it ready in my apple tv account.” You back away with the tray, “can you also grab me a water?” your throat was suddenly parched.

You settle in the couch, grabbing the throw blanket behind you. Any physical barrier you could place between you, you’d take it gratefully. “You remembered? That was almost three months ago, when the trailer came out.” He handed you your water and grabbed at the corner of the blanket nearest to him, covering himself with it and moving closer to you so that you both could fit under it.

“Jae, there’s another blanket on your side of the couch,” you wanted to feel embarrassed but you just felt an unexpected giddy feeling at him wanting to be near you. “Yeah but it’s my birthday and this blanket is my favorite,” he says as he pulls you closer and wraps his arm behind you on the couch.

“here, put in your credentials so we can start the movie,” he hands you the remote.

You suddenly thank your lucky stars that the movie was an action packed one and not a romantic one. You couldn’t help but sink further into his side, wanting to be comfortable. As the movie starts, he takes the remote from your hand and wraps your arm around him. “I’m cold, keep me warm,” he mutters. Oh sweet Jesus.

Back in the day, this wouldn’t have been something new. Your friends knew you were very heavy with the affectionate touches. A hug, sharing seats, even holding hands. You never shied away from it because it was part of how you showed your friends that you loved them. Some of your friends were also this way, so it was never weird. But now that you’re older, and now that it’s been a long long time since you’ve been close to someone else, the once innocent touches Jae was giving you felt like hot brands across your shoulders and under your arm. If you focused enough, you could feel his hard work at the gym in the way your softness gave way to the hard contours of his leg that pressed against yours and how your shoulder leaned against his chest.

This was going to be a long movie.

You prayed that Jae wouldn’t ask you what the movie was about, you only had enough sanity to pay attention to the first fifteen minutes. It was all a blur after Jae pulled you half over on his lap, “you’re hogging the blanket, move over,” was the only excuse he gave.

Now, your legs were tangled with his and you sat almost on his lap, his arms encircling you from behind. He felt so soft and every little movement made your skin break out in goosebumps. You felt like a live wire about to explode.

“D-did you like it?” you started shifting to the side so you could face him but he held you tighter in place, resting his chin on your shoulder. “yeah, it was pretty good, we have to wait for the end credits though. I heard that they’re starting to give hints about The Eternals.”

“Did you like it?” he squeezes your middle.

Did you? You’re not sure, but you sure as hell loved the attention you were getting for the past two and half hours. “Yeah, all Marvel movies are great,” you finally concede.

“Wanna watch another one? You can pick this time,” his hand started tracing through your arm as you waited for the stupid end scene that was taking too long to start. Is it getting hot in here?

“Sure, whatever you want,” you mutter. He could have asked you for the most ridiculous thing and you would have still agreed to it.

Jae wakes with a start, the room was dark, the only light came from the still on TV. A show was playing softly, the clock under the tv read 3:45 am. He felt pretty hot, was the A/C not working?

He begins to shift when he realizes the position you both are in. Your legs were still tangled together, as if unconsciously refusing to let go of the proximity. You gripped his shoulder, your breath hitting his neck as you slept soundly on top of him. God, if this is a dream, let me never wake up, he thinks.

He usually hates being too close to someone, any sort of intimacy was bad news to Jaehyun. Either emotionally or physically, he kept everyone at a distance because he had seen it too often. How people settled for something they weren’t sure of and hurting those involved. He was aware he was too logical sometimes, but it’s what he knew to protect himself. Moments like these, they only lead to expectations and empty feelings, leaving behind only pain that even time couldn’t heal sometimes.

But why was he finding it so hard to untangle himself from your embrace? He should go to his bed and sleep comfortably, but at the same time, having you in his arms felt just right. Like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

He could smell the light scent that was you and it almost made him squeeze you closer, as if it was possible. You smelled of spring, a light floral scent that reminded him of better days.

He was glad he woke up, he was going to enjoy every second of peace this brought him. He would store it in a little box and hold on tightly when the cold reality came back. As he fought with his drowsiness, he felt you nestle closer. He kissed the crown of your head as he finally gave in to sleep. I hope I dream of you… If this was love, he finally understood why sometimes the pain was worth a shot.

So stupid, sweet love song, extravagant rom-com

As much as I was happy, on the receipt there’s a red line

EndNote | I know this chapter was pretty short. In all honesty, I had written something else before deleting it entirely and starting again, but I really like the direction the story is going now. Hopefully I can update Part 3 tomorrow, but I'm really excited about it!

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Job Benefits (Part Three)

broken routines - chapter three.

you can find part two here : 

part two : undesirable pairing : ceo! gojo x female reader warnings : cursing wordcount : 1442 a/n : im highly disappointed with this but im very hyped abt writing part 4 and uh i need to change my writing style sooner or later wtf is this mess LOL

     If there’s one thing Gojo knows more then his own body, it’s routines.       It’s what he grew up around, coming from such a bustling family. Since he learned how to walk, he had attended many interviews, gone to parties, all in one day. Of course, it was commonplace in his already hectic life. He saw routine in everything.      Imagine his shock when you came into the office in an outfit that differed so greatly from your regular one that his jaw might unhinge and fall off.      He can’t wrap his head around why, but he’s utterly confused as to why you changed this up. Was it permanent, and why the change? He had many questions going through his head. This is one of the many negative traits Gojo Satoru has; he thinks his input is important, even though the majority of time it is... Maybe it was somewhat justified. But he doesn’t realize how unnecessary it comes out to be when no one asked.      No one had ever told him no, of course they hadn’t, he was ranked nationally as an important kid due to his wit and charismatic personality, essential for entering the business industry.     When he opened his mouth to speak, even at 8 years old at his parent’s conferences, the old professionals would all look at him, keenly waiting for his orders, or perhaps his opinion. This was what he grew up having; so naturally he didn’t know any boundaries, nor did he know when to close his mouth.      But that’s besides the point, he thoroughly enjoyed the look on you.     He takes his normal trip down the hallway into your office, humming a tune, a messy stack of papers in one hand, a custom ceramic mug in the other; made personally just for him. He expects to see you in your regular outfit, a pencil skirt, white t-shirt, the short clicky heels, and the black blazer. It certainly made for an excellent example of casual, formal attire.      Unexpectedly, you’re not. You’re calling someone, phone perched delicately on your shoulder almost as if it’s supposed to slip out, your hair framing your face. Lips parting as you start responding to whatever is on the opposite side, and he notices an evident gloss, your lips are a different color too.      You glance up at him and gesture to your phone, and his hands are shoved deep into his pockets, taking this extra time to examine you up and down. White turtleneck, layered alongside a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt with a crisp warm toned brown trench coat. Not too long, not too short.       Simple gold jewelry adorned your neck, and his eyes caught onto the gold bracelet that jingled on your arm as you swayed it around; he kinda found it cute how even when the person you were talking to wasn’t in front of you, you were still so animated.      Gojo can’t see your pants nor your shoes, but he’s about to enter cardiac arrest because truthfully he didn’t expect that you knew how to dress.     “What?” you say, words dripping with venom and menace, putting the phone back down. He’s taken aback, what’s with the tone?      “What do you mean, what, (Y/N)?” giving you a shit eating grin, he takes a step closer to your table.     “Answer my question, I asked first.” you shot back, now crossing your legs, you hope you look bored just to add more insult to injury. The guy deserved it for thinking the world revolved around him.      He doesn’t answer, instead staring at you, setting his cup of coffee onto the already crowded tabletop, slightly hunched over. You feel your heart drop. Fuck, maybe seeking some sort of symbolic revenge against your boss wasn’t the best of ideas.    Actually, none of your ideas were the best last night. Naturally you’d only think up disasters when you were under distress.     “What’s with the new outfit? Buy a new fashion sense on Amazon?” he finally inquires, a tinge of sarcasm in his voice, brushing your... Rude words aside.      You shrug, pulling out your planner from the drawer and mumbling, biting your pen before writing inside, they’re mindless words. You hope your acting is good, because you want to cry again even at the slight sound of those words. “I don’t know, I felt like I would try something different.” Fuck, were was the sass? Why did you answer nervously? Why did you feel so scared?      There was obviously something that you wanted to do rather then chit chat with him, and Gojo’s now unoccupied hand rubs his neck, this was suddenly so awkward, even for someone as lively as him.     “Hm. Right. Anyways, these were in the printer.” he slaps the freshly printed lukewarm pages onto your desk. “Figured these were yours, still had your name on them.”      “Ah. Thanks.” you say before yawning, covering your mouth before sliding the papers back into the drawer behind you- as if you had no care for them. Actually, you didn’t. This was apart of your master plan that you had crafted at 1 AM last night, too exhilarated to rest. You would print papers out in Gojo’s printer, which you had used once in a while prior so it wouldn’t be too suspicious, and since Gojo never left the dang office he’d hear the sounds and return them to you.       Both of you were silent again, and he’s debating between hitting you up with a topic of conversation, perhaps a joke, but you seem so uninterested he’s not sure if it’s the right moment.      “Just to let you know- your lunch break is in 10 minutes.” he adds, whistling to try to appear careless, but he could feel his heart sinking. You were acting unusually cold, no dramatic tantrums from you that he usually loved. In fact, that was the whole reason why he liked coming to your office. That, and the cute stationary.     “Ah! Really?” you make sure to act like you just got a ticket to heaven, just as a petty way of saying, “Hey. You’re boring. I want to get out.” and Gojo’s pretty sure that all the contents of his heart was shattered now.       Hmph. Whatever, if you continued this behavior he’d swear he’d fire you, but even he knows that’s not true. He had grown fond about you over the small amount of time that you had worked as his secretary, besides, what was a good work life if you didn’t have a good relationship with your very own secretary? He’s sure his banter doesn’t affect you.     “Yeah.” he says, now quiet. He turns his back on you, pausing for a quick moment before walking out, not before he bangs the top of his forehead against the door frame, which earned a slight groan out of him, and just like that he left. You still hear the faint clicking against the tile floor from his shoes.       You exhaled a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, twirling your office chair to look at the large window pane behind your desk. This was something you admired about the architecture of the building you worked out. Every single office had a large window facing Tokyo, so late working hours would always involve beautiful city lights and the bustling of night life.       The sun and sky was bright and cheery, and it comforted your frazzled body. Today wasn’t as bad as yesterday, but it still felt strange from not having your daily ridiculous conversation with Gojo- and strangely you missed it.       Instilled with energy and motivation, you stand up, pulling your bento out of your bag, determined to go through with the rest of your plan. You knew Gojo had a good friend that worked here, Keto Sugareu or something like that. You’d have lunch with him, work your feminine charms, and that was that.       It wasn’t like you wanted to, but a part of you so desperately wanted to prove to Gojo that you could be smart, witty, yet sexy at the same time. You weren’t a prude- just someone not as exposed to these lifestyles.     But you didn’t really eat your lunch in the break room, rather, you were almost always in your very own office. If you weren’t found in there, it’d either be the bathroom or conspiring to steal Gojo’s luxury coffee machine at your house. Infact, you’re not even quite sure if you remember how it looks like.    “Whatever.” you mumble to yourself, before scooping up your utensils and napkins and heading out for the break room.      You shouldn’t have ever stepped foot into that cursed hellish room that day.

nice to see u down here, u want chapt 4? too bad. just kidding! here, have at it.  chapter four : conspiring     

[cloveroctobers]

PLASTIC HEARTS — ALL

Synopsis: what the characters are like in the mornings since I’m currently writing this at midnight lol + I feel like ask memes are really underrated and they’re quick to write so I’m open to those too amongst the 100 of other things I have on my list/have yet to write (typical writing probs lol)

Jordan: I feel like with Jordan is either 50/50 with him. If he has to be up pertaining to football then he’s up and determined! it might take him like 2-5 mins more extra in bed to fully get up if his parents (more so billy) don’t drag him out of bed but he still manages to get up and function somehow. If he’s partying the night before then that’s a different story, he’s always hungover and feeling that shit the next morning so he’ll move super slow and will be late to class/grumpy as hell. He’s either happy and functioning well making sure he’s getting a meal regardless if he’s in a good mood in the morning or not cause the boy likes to EAT (just like Michael’s ass) + if there’s no food at the house best believe he’s cruising to a cafe to get him a meal before heading to boredom high—I mean Beverly

If he’s in a crap mood then he’s mean to everyone in his path. It’s best to leave him alone and let him sulk in his corner until he’s out of his grumpy mood which he does get out of...eventually after arguing with someone or snapping on them, taking a nap in the back of class, or after football practice.

Olivia: I’m squinting as I’m thinking this over. I don’t really think she’s a morning person? but she sets her alarm for herself and can get up in the morning without the help of her parents unlike Jordan lol. She is the type to set her alarm ten minutes before she actually has to get up so she can get extra time in the comfort of her bed. It takes the girl some time to get ready in the morning okay? Have you seen her hair? It takes time to get it right for how she wants it and she always says she should pick her outfits the night before but she always seems to get side tracked so that never happens which also takes up more of her time. Eventually she almost always makes it downstairs before Jordan does. They DON’T ride to school together, hardly, unless one of them has a issue with their car or something but they’re usually doing their own thing but have some sort of conversation in the morning over breakfast—trying to build the closeness of their relationship back

Liv likes to be on time if she can or just right on time, either or. And if things come up, then she’s a little anxious which she normally is until she’s meeting up with someone she can hold a conversation with. Half of the time there’s no need to be anxious? It’s just there and she hates it despite the lonerism she found herself in

Spencer: I think Spencer can be a light sleeper since he’s used to some sort of noise going on in his house. Plus his room is in the center of where the noise will take place. If it’s too quiet, like it usual was at the baker’s he finds it a little hard to sleep all the way? There has to be something going on for him to fully sleep like the light noise of tv? Or a sound machine. James said he was the same way as a baby, always alert. So when he wakes up in the morning, he always lets out a soft sigh closing his eyes letting the alarm go off for a few more seconds before he smacking it off. He has to get in the shower to fully wake him up tho. If he doesn’t take a shower in the morning then he’s not fully up and if he doesn’t take a shower at night, he knows he’s not going to sleep well either.

If he has to walk Dillon to school, then he doesn’t mind being late. Now that Dillon is getting older he doesn’t mind walking on his own or with a friend or two but being the protector that Spencer is, he’s going to try his best to make time for Dillon no matter what and the boy secretly appreciates it but understands now if it can’t be all the time. Spencer doesn’t have his license so he’s either catching the bus (if he was still going to Beverly, Jordan or Liv would scoop him up ofc) or speed walking to school which he seems to make just in time?? Always.

Layla: I always view her as someone so chipper. She IS a morning person (unless the depression is hitting her hard, some of us have those days) and usually has it together. She’s a big planner and if she doesn’t continue with being a producer like her dad in the future, I can see her being a event planner big time. Anyways she’s usually very organized, outfits steamed and hung up for the week, weekly calendars and reminders in her phone. Alarm’s set since she’s the only one in the house and only has herself to depend on. I feel she does take a lot on her plate for a teenager so she tries her best to follow a routine/schedule most of the time. Wake up. Stretch. Slippers. Robe. She does not check her phone until after she is done taking care of herself! Brush teeth. Shower. Skincare. Get dressed. Does hair. Checks phone on her way downstairs to breakfast. Layla is a açaí bowl or oatmeal kinda girl, fight amongst yourselves. I see it. I manifest it. She always has to have her hands in something and when it comes to breakfast and baking, you can count on her to always make something. It became something she loved since her mom and her always did that together. And she often likes taking the long way to school and the long way back home.

Asher: not a morning person. Never on time unless it’s for football on Saturday mornings. he’s a cereal kinda guy since his dad can’t afford a professional chef anymore. His favorite cereal is probably Rice Krispies with strawberries and wh*le milk or cashew milk if he remembers to buy it from the grocery app. I feel like he would eventually have to get a job his senior year since it’s kind of a struggle with his dad settling into his new job. It’s a big adjustment with his parents divorced and although his mom still slips him money when he see’s her every other weekend, he’s more tired than he ever was before. He’s used to sleeping in cars if he’s not in a king sized bed but can pretty much sleep everywhere. He can sleep through anything and always has multiple loud ass alarms to wake him up since his dad is either gone before he wakes up like before or just about to leave for his new job. He never bothers to wake him anyways. Asher is a grumpy grouch in the mornings and is addicted to ice coffees and loves a good pastry if he can’t have himself some cereal in the morning.

He’s also annoyed if he doesn’t get his cartoon’s in too before school. Don’t bother him until mid-morning, early afternoon if you know what’s good for you.

Coop: if she’s something else when she’s angry what do you think she’s like in the mornings? Annoying either way? Probably lmao. She’s probably a talker in the morning expressing some wild ass dream she had or either how she had a sucky night and couldn’t sleep properly so she was up writing a new song or something. Since she’s dropping out of school, her mornings could probably start later around 11am? Unless her mother is still home and making her get out of bed to run errands with her or clean the house while she’s gone for the day? Either way she’s probably dancing, talking your head off, blasting music as she gets ready, or browsing Twitter as her form of “morning news”

Chris: I get night owl vibes from Chris. Which is more difficult to do in high school, whew! He has to use melatonin spray or cream to help him knock out and if it fully doesn’t help, he’s dragging the next morning once he fully crashes. Sometimes it can be a good morning or it can be a sucky one. Due to his injury, he gets occasional pain in his joints which he keeps a secret from mostly everyone from his team since they were only described as spasms from his doctor. He deals with it even if it freaks him out from time to time. If it’s a sucky morning, he has to wake himself up with a splash of water to the face and then tending to the pain in his joints before carrying on about his day.

I do think he’s on his phone a lot. Before bed, actually watching soothing videos to help him knock out—don’t tell anybody that and then checking his phone again when he wakes up. Which is apparently unhealthy for the mind but hey with technology continuing to take over, what can you do?

Patience: the girl doesn’t care if she’s late or early. All that matters is trying to get through the day. She’s not crazy about getting up early to sit in 7-8 classes a day but if she’s got to do it, then she’s going to take her time. She wasn’t named “Patience” for no reason okay? When it comes to her appearance, she’s going to make sure she puts in the effort because if she looks good then she feels good and can go about her day. Most of the time she takes a quick breakfast with her on her bus ride to school (thanks to her hair not doing what she wanted it to) and then if there’s time heads to the cafeteria to get whatever they’re serving for breakfast there. At least that’s better than the lunch they serve there.

JJ: total morning person! Or if he’s not? You can never tell. The guys always in the best mood. Even if he was out partying and doing too much the night before, the dude is never hungover. Everyone wants to know his secret. And when he tells them, they don’t believe it. He’s usually a slob of a eater but he also knows how to take care of his body and all about his protein shakes and juicing. He definitely has a meal plan that he takes the time to post on his Instagram stories. The guy loves Instagram and is always posting there. If you need positive words of affirmations, JJ is your guy. Check his stories or if you run into him in person he’s all hugs and uplifting you to get through the day. He’s the guy you need around if you need it. If you don’t want to be bothered? Make sure he doesn’t see you and keep your distance because he will tackle you down and turn into DJ Khaled on your ass.

Simone: she hates mornings and thinks it’s cruel to be up five days of the week for. If she physically feels like she can’t get up due to intense studying or up binge watching real housewives or whatever, she knows it the night before and puts her plan into motion the next morning. Her parents are usually always on her ass, especially her mom so it takes a lot of persuading to let her stay home. And it still doesn’t feel like a free day because her mom is checking up on her every hour on the dot from work. She makes it feel like Simone should have just went to school. If the answer is, “there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re going.” Then Simone is definitely in a sour mood. Her dad almost always drives her to school and she checks up on her son every day through socials if she doesn’t message his second mother. Simone’s also not much of a breakfast person but if her dad is making her eat they’re stopping somewhere before he drops her off or encouraging her to take some of whatever dish he made before they leave.

Now? If there’s something on her mind? Then she’s active and stressing over it before she’s talking to someone about it. She’s out getting a light jog on around her gated neighborhood (she’s getting her fitness game back up after deciding to take tennis seriously again) before showering and getting back into bed for at least thirty minutes to forty five before she has to be up for school. Worries erased for now.

Darnell: is a morning person even if he grumbles that he doesn’t care for it. He’s a sunset kinda guy not a sunrise. It’s not much of a issue for him to get up and start the day with a long exaggerated sigh. He’s not as talkative but get something in his belly and he’s bringing up some interesting facts or news about what’s going on with certain celebrities he keeps up with. I also feel like he knows how to cook and breakfast isn’t his speciality but lunch foods are? Grits, eggs, bacon, and jam on toast is his fav thing to eat for breakfast with apple juice. That’s right, apple juice over orange juice no matter what Spence and dil have to say.

His version of appetizers (which are too big of portions but to each their own) are his go to make for lunch. For breakfast if he can’t have his fav meal in the late morning, he always eats light since he says his stomach is too sensitive in the mornings which has been proven to be true...The James’ can vouch for that

Kia: again 50/50. Depends on her night. She’s also someone who is very active in clubs so it all depends when she gets home and how fast she can get things done at home before she can crash. Sometimes she takes a lot on as well but she thrives off it? It makes her feel productive but she also knows how to balance and have free time when she wants to. Her breakfast always consists of fruit, she loves her fruit. And even if she finds herself running late then she quickly adjusts and cuts out what needs to be cut out of her morning routine and get where she needs to be making herself have the time. Which can be good or bad, depends on how you look at it. Kia is great at handling whatever is thrown at her it seems!

Vanessa: Morning person after she’s fully awake lol. Hates how she looks in the morning, thinks her face is too puffy and definitely uses a jade roller no matter what to help. Her mom is always on her ass + she’s a coach so just imagine that on top while struggling to get up. However once she’s settled, she gets this burst of energy—coach montes believes it’s “the vitamins” and “always eating properly” but the small girl always seemed to get random bursts of energy throughout the day no matter the circumstance. loves a food bagel or pastry for breakfast with orange juice or water, either is fine. She especially loves sunny mornings in California, it just makes her feel better—as it should. She even thanks the sun when it greets her face. Which is something she used to do as a kid too.

Fin.

A/N: I apologize for any typos in advance. It’s now 2am, phones about to die and it’s surely time to crash. Goodnight/morning wherever you are in the world and I’ll fix what needs to be fixed later lol. Feel free to send me ask memes for this week if you want when I do have the energy to write. Toodles!

[corpsedaydream]

puzzle

corpse husband x reader

hi! i haven’t posted any writing in a while, i haven’t felt v musey lately and i think bc my life has kind of just felt like it’s at a halt right now. but then i started this and incorporated corpse and this is what came out of it.

kinda a comfort read idk, hope u enjoy!

lmk what u think

word count: 1.2k

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puzzle

You know those fleeting times in life when everything seems to be falling into place so perfectly? Like you and your life were once a jumbled puzzle made up of countless pieces that could never be put together but then the universe suddenly flips a switch and your puzzle starts to form together so tremendously. It has you feeling a new sense of joy, one that’s a little unfamiliar because for the longest time, this all seemed so far away. It can pick you up to such a high position. You swear to yourself that life can’t seem to get better and then it does.

What a wondrous thing to experience.

It was during this peak of happiness, you’d also met your current boyfriend, Corpse. He’d been a wish on a shooting star that had been granted true to you by whatever cosmic guardians were watching over you. Yet another piece of your puzzle that had connected so naturally.

However, this type of happiness can be dangerous because the higher up you find yourself, the harder and faster you can fall. And fall you did.

Just as it was feeling as if your puzzle had been almost completed, the universe dropped you and you fell into thousands of new pieces for a new puzzle that would be even harder to complete. And it seemed that anytime you were active in trying anything to make progress through this complicated time, you were halted. It was an exhausting loop you were caught in, like you were stuck in quicksand and it wasn’t quite strong enough to suck you all the way under, but it was strong enough to keep you from making an escape.

One thing stayed consistent for you through this, Corpse.

And each day you spent him, he’d notice the changes that mirrored how you were feeling and with how each knock back you encountered, it diminished your light even further. Your replies were shorter when you messaged him, you’d laugh a little less at something that would normally bring you to tears from laughing, he’d catch your eyes slowly glaze over as you stared at nothing for prolonged amounts of time, you weren’t really answering your friends calls and you were even forgetting to drink water.

The only thing you had really been doing lately was playing Animal Crossing, after months of not going on the game, you’d decided to go back and it was one of the only things you could control when your life seemed to be out of your hands.

So when Corpse came out of his streaming room he wasn’t surprised to hear the faint tune of the calming game playing from your switch. And although you held the console in your hands, he noticed your eyes were trained out the window.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He let his presence be known, but you didn’t even flinch, you didn’t hear him at all, he gathered that you must have really been lost in your own thoughts.

So instead of speaking, he stepped closer until he could bend over and interrupt your staring by using his own face to cut off your vision by forcing you to look at him. A small smile that was tainted with his sadness for you graced his face as he watched you blink multiple times and join him back in present time.

“Hi.” You greeted him.

“Hey.”

“Your streams done already?”

“What do you mean already?”

“That was a quick one.”

“I was in there for almost five hours.” His tone was heavy with concern.

“Oh.” You frowned in confusion and he lost your vision as you looked down at the switch in your hands. It had become nighttime on your Animal Crossing Island and last time you checked it was still daylight in the game.

“What were you doing?”

“I was...” You trailed off and moved your little character around, you were still standing in an overgrown flower field. “I was going to fix up my flowers, but,” you shrugged a shoulder, “guess I can’t do that right, either.” You sighed and Corpse felt his heart ache, how badly he wanted you to be able to see yourself the way he did.

“(Y/N)-”

“Corpse, please, I love you and I so appreciate you being here for me, but I don’t need another pick me up. Just let me be sad right now.” You cut him off, looking back up at him and it was his turn to sigh as he held your eye contact. He was paused on what to respond to you with, truth being told, he was feeling so powerless in ways to help you. He wished he could say a magic word or snap his fingers and turn your mood around, bring back the sunshine in you that was normally so present.

“Okay.” He simply responded, he just hoped in due time, you’d come back to him. He knew you weren’t completely overboard, you were normally so optimistic and he hoped that prominent trait of yours was strong enough to keep you afloat through this confusing period in your life.

So for a moment, he just watched you divert your attention back to your Nintendo Switch and he watched as you turned the joystick to move your character around the flower field that had grown so out of hand. You weren’t even holding your shovel in the game and he noticed the distress displayed on your face, he couldn’t let one of your only comfort things right now also add to the list of things that were causing you grief right now.

“Give it to me.” Corpse sat down beside you and took the device from your grasp.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you.” Briefly, he’d turn his head and press a kiss on your forehead and you’d smile back at him and scoot in closer to his side, leaning your head on his shoulder and watching the screen as he went to work in sorting out the flowers on your island.

On the third time of him filling up your characters pockets with flowers, you’d speak up again. “Corpse,”

“Hold on, I’m gaming.”

“No, Corpse,” you’d laugh and tug on his arm a little. “Look at me.” And so he did, a smile matching your own because he was so happy to hear you laugh. “Thank you.” You told him, looking back and forth between his eyes. “For everything.”

And he’d momentarily remove one of his hands from the switch, instead bringing it up to cup your cheek. “You really don’t have to thank me.”

“But I want to.” You’d rebuttal and then he’d lean in to kiss you, your eyes fluttering shut as his mouth met yours. How much you loved him was made up of healing powers, how he knew exactly what you needed in this moment was his own magic. You might’ve been lost in life right now, with a new more intense puzzle that needed to be figured out, but Corpse was your skylight that could always be seen in the darkness. His perfect chaos stronger than all others. “I love you.” You’d tell him after the kiss ended, your nose still brushing against his.

“I love you, too.” He’d peck your lips one last time and then he’d say something that would make you laugh again, “now don’t interrupt me again, I’m a professional gamer, baby.”

[matbarzyy]

Can you write 9 and 10 with Anthony Beauilliver🖤

Anon: “Can you do 9 with Anthony Beau?!”

A/N: I am so in love with him, it’s kind of an obsession, so I hope you’ll like what came out of this. The prompts were “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.” and “If you think I’m not sleeping on your chest all night, you’re wrong.”

Word count: 1787 (I got carried away)

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“Cuddles?” You asked Tito when he slid into his side of the bed.

“When do I not want to cuddle?” He smiled and opened his arms for you to come closer.

“I don’t know,” you said with a slight shrug. “This is still kinda new, we’ve only shared a bed when we were drunk.”

Anthony was your best friend before anything. You had met years ago in Canada and both moved to New York when he joined the Islanders, so it only made sense to get a place together. You went to university, so you were always there even when he travelled, but you spent as much of your time together as possible when he was home.

The shift from best friends to roommates had changed a lot in your relationship. You bickered a lot more than you used to, but you also became closer than you ever thought you would. Knowing his habits when you were younger was one thing, but both of your lives were different now and being together all the time taught you a lot about him.

“Yeah, and we were drunk so many times,” Tito recalled every party he went to with you.

Every time you made it home together, you’d crash in one of the bedrooms together. Sometimes it was to talk and laugh like idiots, others it was because one of you drank a little too much and needed comfort when emptying their stomachs in the toilet.

“It’s nice that we don’t have to be to sleep together now.” You rested your forearms on his chest and looked up at him with a smile.

“And it’s nice that I get to introduce you as my girlfriend to everyone now.” He looked down at you with an equal amount of love in his eyes, one of his hands on your back and the other finding your cheek.

“And it’s nice that we can do this now.” You lifted yourself to go place a kiss on his lips.

You both had stupid grins on your faces when you settled back down, your cheek resting on his chest and his hands slowly tracing up and down your spine.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable like this?” Tito got worried you’d want your space or a pillow to rest your head on, but you shook your head.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for years to be with you, so if you think I’m not sleeping on your chest all night, you’re wrong.” You kissed over his heart before finally adjusting yourself and letting your muscles relax. “Is it comfortable for you?”

“The closer, the better,” he admitted. “Maybe we’ll grow out of it, but for now I feel like you. I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, I don’t ever want to let you go.”

With another few I love you’s exchanged, you both closed your eyes and let your breathings settled together. There was something soothing about being this close. You could hear Tito’s heartbeat, a regular, steady sound that helped you relax while he was drowned in the warmth of your body. It was your bed, so Tito could smell you on the bed sheets, and your nose was so close to his skin that you could still catch the faint smell of his shower gel.

It was easy and intimate, something you both needed as you built your relationship to yet another level. Neither of you doubted the most beautiful things could come out of this, but it would need a little bit of effort and a lot of working through layers of awkwardness.

“What are you doing?” Tito’s raspy morning voice reached you just before his hands did. He had woken up as soon as the cold air hit his chest, and his reaction was immediate. He sat up and grabbed you to pull you back against him before you could get out of bed.

“I was going to make breakfast,” you chuckled.

“Fuck breakfast, and fuck getting up,” he grumbled, voice a little rougher than normal.

“Come on, we could be doing so many things today, we just have to get up and we can go for a nice walk.” You patted his bicep and once again tried to push yourself up, but Tito wasn’t having it.

“I know how you think. You’re all about enjoying every day and doing all sorts of fun things, and I love that about you, but also, fuck that.” He reversed the position and pinned you on your back on the mattress, grinning at your surprised gasp. “Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

“W-what are you doing?” Your cheeks heated up when you felt him dropping his weight to his hips between your legs.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” Tito laughed from deep in his chest, his forearms on either side of your head so that he could hold himself up. “I’m just showing you what kind of fun things we could be doing without even getting out of this bed.” He rolled his hips to punctuate his words, and your eyes widened in panic.

“How the fuck are you… how the fuck are you so chill about all of this?” You tried your best not to stutter, but having to restart your sentence did nothing to ease your nervousness.

To hide yourself, you wrapped your arms around his torso so that he’d come chest to chest with you. Your face ended up buried in his shoulder, and Tito gently caressed the top of your head.

“Don’t be so nervous,” he whispered softly. “We don’t have to do anything,”

“You know I want to,” your voice came out muffled.

With your many years of friendship, Tito had seen you date and break up and everything in between. It was also no secret that some of your boyfriends were never able to satisfy you in any way, and you had expressed your frustration more than once, especially when drunk. ‘What does a girl have to do to get an orgasm around here?’ You had desperately grumbled at the time, and Tito had only cackled that day, still unaware of how deep his feelings for you truly were.

“We’ll have plenty of other opportunities, but maybe you can tell me what you’re so worried about,” he tried to poke at the problem, wondering if you’d open up to him or retreat in your shell like you often did when you were uncomfortable.

“Maybe,” you replied hesitantly, and that encouraged him to continue.

“Let me see your pretty face,” Tito prompted you to let him go, at least just enough for him to be able to look at you. You felt small under his stare, but after a few seconds of looking into the blue eyes you were so familiar with, you found yourself relaxing. There was nothing about him that made you feel unsafe. “Talk to me,” he leaned down to brush the tip of his nose against yours, earning a small smile from you before you took a deep breath.

“You made me feel a lot of things,” you admitted. “And as incredible as it all is, it’s super overwhelming sometimes,”

“For me too,” he confessed quietly but stopped himself there so that you could continue.

“Besides… you’re you. You’re this amazing and gorgeous professional athlete and I’m little insecure me, so I guess a part of me is scared to try something this new with you, just in case it’s the thing that makes you change your mind on how you feel about me.” You let your eyes fall shut at the end, feeling embarrassed about it all.

“Look at me,” Tito whispered softly, waiting until you were looking at him again before he continued. “Nothing could make my feelings for you change. Absolutely nothing. I’m in love with you and that’s a cold hard fact, so this is the last thing I ever want you to worry about.”

“Okay,” you murmured and felt your eyes start to water, but he wasn’t done just yet.

“You’re so beautiful, I call you pretty girl all the time for a reason, but you’re also so damn sexy. Remember before nights out and dates when you wanted some guy’s attention and you’d show me all those outfits?”

“Yeah?”

“I swear they were all breathtaking, but you were worried about which one was okay for you to wear. I would have complimented you on any, and that would have been nice, I guess, but you came to me telling me what was wrong about them, which ones were a little risky because a strap kept falling off your shoulder and a skirt was too short. At first I thought it was fucking stupid, but then I began to listen. I listened and I tried my best to help you pick something you’d be comfortable in, because the outfits made no difference to me, but your confidence did.” Tito explained, wondering if his ramble even made sense. “My point is, you don’t have to worry about the way you look, or whether you’re wearing the right clothes or whatever else is on your mind. I love you because you’re you, and the way you laugh, the way you dance a little when there’s a song you like playing somewhere, those are the things that make you attractive to me.”

“But I don’t want just that to be attractive,”

“It’s not just that,” Tito chuckled in disbelief and ran his thumb over your cheek. “Baby, I thought you were gorgeous the day I met you, and now that I feel the way I do? I don’t think there’s a woman in the world more beautiful than you in my eyes, there’s no one else I could look at and find more attractive than you.”

“Remember what I said about overwhelming feelings for you?” You sniffled quietly, your body stiff before your chest finally shook with a hiccup.

“Oh baby no, no, no,” he let himself fall to your side and gathered you in his arms. “I didn’t want to make you cry,”

“They’re happy tears,” you squeaked out against his chest, trying to hold them back and failing miserably.

“It’s okay,” he rubbed your back. “I love you,”

“I love you so much,” you managed to reply between sniffles. “Y-you have no idea how much I needed to hear that,”

“I promise I’m never going to let you feel like you’re not good enough,” Tito kissed your temple. “You’re more than I could have ever hoped for in every way imaginable. You deserve all the love in the world, and I want to be the one to give it to you.”

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Business AU - Working Late, Part 8

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

There’s one scene in there I had in mind ever since I started writing that small fic and HELL YEH I’m gonna draw something about it at some point because fsdfbbsfbsdhbfgsbgdfguidfg it just looks aesthetically pleasing in my head.

ENJOY.

(also reminder that I base Donnie’s place on this video. The only part I change is the “kids” area - which is horrendous imo :’D - and I make into a lab/small training area)

There was something different in the air when Vee got to work the next day. This feeling that wanted to explode out in the open, an incessant rush in her veins that made her heart beat faster whenever she’d spot the terrapin. Their tasks for the day didn’t give them much time to talk, but everytime they’d be exchanging words or documents, there was this longing sensation that slowed down time to a honey sweet pace. Fingers brushing against the other, light touches here and there. Professionalism remained king in the work place and they intended to keep it as such.

By the end of the day, she knew she couldn’t leave without at least wishing a good and proper evening to the mutant. She walked to his office, remaining at the doorframe as she watched him place various papers into a briefcase. Vee gently knocked, signaling her presence, to which Donnie responded by looking up to her and adorning the cutest smile.

“At least this time I didn’t scare you,” started the woman.

“As I said yesterday, I had a lot on my mind. At least today my thoughts are a little clearer, so I can’t be easily scared. Come in!” he added, gesturing for Vee to step inside.

“I won’t take much of your time, I just wanted to check up on you before leaving.”

The turtle placed some final documents in the case, snapping it closed afteward.

“I was actually about to leave as well. Want me to drive you back home?”

“Do you have something planned?” asked Vee, raising a brow with a small smile.

Donnie faked pondering, lightly drumming his fingers on his desk: “Hmm, I suspect I might be spending the evening with a pretty lady, if she agrees.”

“Lucky her, I’m sure she’ll say yes,” winked the woman.

Already on the move, Donnie offered a hand for Vee to hold, the duo then walking together in order to reach the indoor garage at some levels below.

“Is it okay, though? Did you have something to do after work?” asked the terrapin.

“I was planning on having a drink back home, but if I can share one with you, that’d be even better.”

“How about you have that drink at my place? I have a couple of bottles that might interest you.”

“You know that if I am to step foot into your place, I will be incredibly jealous, right? ... I’m sure you must be living in a luxurious place or something.”

“A little castle in the sky, but it sure is missing a beautiful presence inside of it.”

Vee blushed, definitely enjoying the compliments that were left here and there.

Once in the vehicle, the duo made their way to the streets, the conversation light and simply glad the week was finally over. Vee did notice that their path led them to streets that featured tall buildings in the Tribeca district. For a moment she felt out of place, definitely not the target audience for such a high-end environment, but her curiosity kept her on edge only to be able to get a view of Donnie’s place. They were first facing a tower with a blank stone facade, extending so high up in the sky. The entrance’s interior was as elegant and refined as the exterior, the place giving out this feeling of prestige from every corners. As they stepped inside an elevator, Vee’s eyes widened a little as she saw Donnie press the button for the 78th floor. Castle in the sky, indeed.

As they arrived at the desired level, they were soon facing the entry door, the turtle smirking to the woman as he held the doorknob and waited.

“Ready?”

“Open the damn thing already so I can cry a little inside,” answered Vee amusedly.

The door fully opened, she couldn’t retain her gasp as her eyes started to devour the interior of what was rightfully a penthouse.

The very first few rooms she saw around left her speechless, the single thought of ‘this is bigger than my whole damn apartment’ flooding her mind. She knew there would be more, her curiosity would lead her to visit every rooms anyway. She did notice french doors leading to an outdoor balcony, her instinct pushing her to get out and take in the view.

Stopping by the the rails, she could feel the refreshing gusts of wind go through her hair, accentuating the euphoria of being so high over the city.

“So, what do you think so far?”

She turned around to face Donnie, the terrapin leaning against the open doors’ frame, always this smile on his face - glad to see her reaction. Vee tried to play it cool, shrugging.

“Heh, I’ve seen better,” she joked.

“Ah damn, and I wanted to impress,” tsked the terrapin in a similar tone.

Vee couldn’t retain her smile any longer, happily trotting back inside.

“You still have your chances. Show me the rest!”

The lower level was also home to a small office and a formal living room, but the next area was what retained the woman’s attention the most.

The kitchen was a thing of beauty, Vee unable to resist the urge to feel the marbled island and counters, in awe of the space.

“Damn, I WISH I had such a kitchen. I'd be cooking all the time!”

“You fancy yourself as a chef?” questionned Donnie.

“I do like to experiment from times to times,” she winked back.

She clapsed her hands together, bringing another subject on a rather similar topic:

“SO! What should we eat? I could even prepare something if you want.”

The turtle waved that offer away.

“Nonsense, you're my guest, you shouldn't be doing anything of that sort. … I uh-” He opened some cupboards, then the fridge and its freezer. “Wow, I have almost nothing! Except one frozen pizza for dire situations,” he added, waving a box out in the open with an unpleased expression.

Vee was instantly on board: “You know what? Fuck yeah. It's Friday night, we deserve that.”

“Now that's a line of thought I can get behind.”

As Donnie was starting to preheat the oven, Vee got closer, some questions raising in her mind:

“Although, I'm kinda susprised you don't have much variety, judging by the size of this place.”

“Not gonna lie, I need to go grocery shopping,” shrugged the mutant. “Also that tends to happen at certain times of the month. Mikey has us go through our stock, fresh and canned, in order to donate to food banks and soup kitchens.”

“That's amazing and kind!” Vee was pleasantly surprised.

“He does have this city at heart, and he loves to give back to the people,” continued Donnie. “We all love the idea. Since we can afford pretty much anything we want, it's only fair that we help those in needs. … Heck, this city has done a lot for us in the past and we had to rely on what others were throwing away for us to survive. Now it's time to pay back.”

“I find that to be very admirable,” commented the woman gently. “… Not a lot of people would do the same.”

“Indeed. It’s not because we’re mutants that it means we’re savages. We do have some heart under our shells,” he playfully added.

The oven ready, the food was placed to cook and the tour then continued. As Vee was heading to the staircase in order to reach the upper level, Donnie stopped her, pressing a button nearby and opening a encased door in the wall to reveal a small elevator.

“Show off!” laughed Vee

“What?! It can be helpful!” he quipped back with a smile.

The second floor offered two sections, one part leading to the bedroom, but the other leading to entertainement and other things. They first got to the media room, the place cozy for a nice and quiet evening.

But Vee’s eyes brought her to the glass doors that led to a juliet balcony, not wasting any time to open them and take another good look at the city.

She sighed dreamily, barely hearing the faint clinking of glasses and a bottle opening back inside.

“You like the view, don’t you?” started Donnie as he next got near, offering her a glass of red wine.

“It looks and feels like a dream. Didn’t know such a place could be found in this city.”

As she took it, the terrapin next sled his free hand and forearm gently around her waist, unable to resist the need to feel her closer... Vee did not mind, actually leaning back a little against him, gladly taking a sip of her drink before answering:

“You’d be surprised, there are bigger places laying around.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t look as tasteful as yours.”

“Nonsense. It only looks good right now ‘cause you’re in here. ... Any places you’re in looks a thousand times better than before.”

Vee’s blush was more apparent as she could feel the other gently nuzzle the top of her head, slowly making his way to a temple and leaving a soft kiss there.

“You’re one heck of a charmer, did you know that?” added the woman with a smirk.

“I only aim to please, I can’t help it.”

She turned to face him, raising a brow in amusement.

“And so what now? You brought me to your place only so you could woo and please me?”

“That does sound like a good plan.”

The feel of his hand next cupping her cheek brought a shiver across the woman’s body, leaning slightly to his touch. His scales did feel foreign compared to human skin, but there was a certain softness to it as well that only made her crave for more...

“Each days I wake up and wonder if meeting you was ever a dream...,” softly said the mutant.

“I wouldn’t mind making it feel a bit more real to you.”

That brought a quiet chuck out of Donnie, but also gave him enough courage to lean in and place a sweet, slow kiss on Vee’s lips. Each instances would bring their bodies closer, the duo mindlessly making their way back inside and only breaking their kiss to leave their wine glasses on a nearby coffee table. It was that magnetism, a certain je ne sais quoi that sparked that fire in them whenever they’d get that close. Last evening’s passion was still lingering and right now it felt as if there had been no break at all since then. As Vee was starting to unbutton the mutant’s shirt, both heard a beeping sound, stopping them dead in their tracks. Their eyes fell on Donnie’s right wrist - his watch.

“Shit, the food,” said the terrapin. “I, uh, I’ll be right back,” he added, trying to gain back his senses. “I’ll get it out and let it cool for a bit on the counter.”

“Sure, go,” replied Vee with a small smile, slightly flustered as she replaced her crooked glasses and moved some strands of hair away from her face.

She took back her wine as she watched him go. A part of her was telling her to slow down, but on the other hand she couldn’t deny that the need was there - on both sides. What harm could there be? It was just about having a little bit of fun... She proceeded back to the hallway, sipping as her gaze scanned the decor. She heard hurried steps in the staircase, soon Donnie’s shape coming into view. He tried to play it cool as he noticed the woman looking at him, vaguely gesturing in the kitchen’s direction downstair.

“It’s ready whenever you want.”

Vee took another sip, then adding: “We still haven’t finished the tour yet. Let’s do that first!”

“There’s not much left, but alright.”

“‘Not much left’, says the guy who lives in a two-story penthouse WITH an elevator,” pointed Vee, amused.

The mutant chuckled, inviting the woman to follow him as he left a hand at the small of her back. The next part had been completely renovated in order to have one room be a small lab, and the other one be a private gym and training area.

“What kind of trainings do you do?” inquired Vee, looking around at the equipment.

“Mostly nin-uhm, martial arts,” Donnie quickly corrected himself.

“’Nin-uhm-martial-arts’, sounds interesting,” laughed the woman. “Any specialty?”

“Bōjutsu,“ he replied, grabbing a pole from a rack nearby.

Vee whistled in appreciation, her eyes scanning the weapon.

“I’ve heard that can pack quite a punch, surprisingly.”

“It’s good to whack some butts, not gonna lie,” added Donnie, rolling the staff in one hand. Then in one swift movement he brought the woman closer, the pole resting at her back. “It can also be helpful for some maneuvers,” he ended with a smirk.

“Such a tease,” said Vee, playfully tapping at his exposed plastron. “I wouldn’t say no to a demonstration.”

“Another day, perhaps.”

He let her free, putting the staff back to its resting place

“Aight, come on, one room left!”

“What about that lab part?” asked Vee, following the terrapin next.

“There’s nothing much to see, frankly. It’s pretty messy as well.”

“Or maybe you’re just a mad scientist and you don’t want me to see your evil inventions?”

Donnie faked a surprised gasp: “Alas, you’ve uncovered my secret!”

Both were laughing as they made their way to the last room; the master bedroom.

It was quite simple and charming, but the main feature remained the large windows that gave that same phenomenal view of the city. Vee took some time to appreciate the decor, sipping the last drops of wine from her glass.

“... I can’t imagine waking up every day with such a view,” she mused, her gaze drifting back to the windows. “You must feel on top of the world.”

“Wait, I can make it even better,” said the other as he moved to the light switch.

As soon as he turned the lights off, the room’s atmosphere changed, suddenly illuminated by a sea of stars below them.

Envelopped in darkness, yet glistening in colorful lights, Vee felt at peace - a hidden watcher over this tumultuous city. She next felt her glass gently get taken away from her hold, the mutant leaving it on a small table nearby. It didn’t take long for him to get back close to her, his arms surrounding Vee’s form as he stood behind her. The woman easily slipped into that feel good moment, closing her eyes and exposing a faint smile on her lips. He felt so strong, yet tender - the promise of a good man that would never do her wrong...

“... I’m so glad you’re here,” he murmured, his hands travelling along Vee’s arms in light touches.

Oh to hell with it. She decided to move out of Donnie’s hold, proceeding to remove her shirt. She turned around to face him, noticing his gaze studying her form and probably a bit surprised to suddenly see her in her bra. But she didn’t give a damn. That’s what she wanted.

“And I’m glad to be here,” she answered calmly.

She heard that deep churr rise again in the mutant’s chest, an expression of desire which would entice her so much in return... Vee couldn’t help bringing her hands to his exposed chest, feeling the faint vibration and appreciating the texture of his plastron. Her touch lowered, continuing her previous task of unbuttoning his shirt. The turtle helped a bit by detaching another button behind his neck and then at his lower back, allowing the clothing to be properly removed from around his shell’s attachment. Without a shirt, Vee could rightfully observe the terrapin’s muscles, her fingers lightly hovering his toned arms and appreciating every inches of what she saw. All it took was for their gazes to cross, her greens in his golds, to bring back that same need from earlier. Kiss me again and again, and never stop...

The feel of his lips was pure addiction at this point. A slow dance that lightened up all her senses. Soon enough he was sitting down on the bed, Vee inviting herself unto his lap only so she couldn’t break their kissing. To feel his three-fingered hands across her skin kept her in such an incessant need, feeling like she was drowning in-between her legs. The terrapin dared to unclasp and remove her bra, although the whole movement felt very natural. In return, the woman removed her glasses, as well as Donnie’s, taking a moment to admire his traits.

“... You have such beautiful eyes,” she cooed, next tenderly sliding his bandana away.

She couldn’t get over the feeling of his scales under her fingers, soon nuzzling his cheek and her lips trailing light kisses here and there.

“Fais-moi l’amour (make love to me),” she whispered.

Donnie answered with a stronger churr, his hands travelling lower on Vee’s body only to bring her closer into one delicious wave motion, her lower core meeting his hidden erection. The movements were repeated, getting a momentarily release for all that sudden need. It was when he started to hear quiet moans out of her that he decided ‘screw it‘ and proceeded to shift her position to have her lay on the bed, on her back. Bringing himself over her, he left some kisses on her lips before starting to trail along her features, his tone husky as he started:

“You smell nice...”

He went along her throat, his pace slow and delightful. His path led him lower and lower, from her breasts to her stomach.

“I’m sure you taste nice too,” he added.

Sitting on his knees, he brought Vee’s hips over his thighs, but he gave himself a pause, his palm caressing the front part of her jeans.

“You good? You still wanna go on with this?” asked the terrapin.

She nodded, biting her lip in delight.

“Absolutely, or else I wouldn’t be laying here, half naked. ... What about you?”

He smiled, already at the task of unbuttoning and unzipping Vee’s pants.

“I never want to stop.”

In one swift movement, he removed her panties as well, undressing her completely without issue. He took a moment to study her form softly illuminated by the lights outside. She was a work of art to his eyes and right now he felt like the luckiest man alive... He lovingly squeezed her hips and altered with languid caresses over the woman’s skin, only to next bring one of his hands closer to her core, his thumb starting in slow circles over her clit. He could feel the relief washing over Vee’s body, her waist lightly following his motion only so she could feel more. The greater her need, the more Donnie didn’t want to let go. He even got to slip one finger in her at some point, her moans an absolute delight as he took his time. After a moment, he dared get his finger out, his gaze plunged in Vee’s as he licked his digit with a low churr.

“... You do taste nice,” he commented lovingly. “Now I wonder how you’d feel around me.”

Vee was unable to speak, her heart beating so hard and throwing any reason out the window... As she saw Donnie about to unzip his pants, she got on the move and decided to take the matter in her own hands. They joined in a kiss as she got to the task, the mutant’s hands caressing her skin and sometimes getting lost in her hair, visibly as much in need as her for their imminent union. He was able to get out of his pants and underwear in a slight clumsy fashion, but he was quickly back on his knees, allowing Vee to observe him. Of a mixed pink and purple color, his penis did present some characteristics that were not human, such as a slightly flared tip. As it had been internal until now, the organ was coated in natural lubricant when out, most probably allowing for an easier penetration and accomodation to any partner. He was a bit longer than what Vee ever experienced with other partners, but right now her desire was surpassing any concerns. They didn’t need to speak, Vee bringing the mutant into another kiss, allowing herself to climb back into his lap only for their cores to meet and rub in a delicious manner. The world around them was a blur of shadows and lights, only their presence the most real and tangible aspect in the room. Their thoughts were a cloud of mixed emotions, but right now what mattered most was that they wanted this. They needed this. A demonstration of love they’ve been holding back for some time now... Donnie instinctively started to shift forward, getting Vee back on the mattress. He was careful enough to hold back some of his weight on her, having enough strength to sustain himself, even when the woman would cling to him. He felt her legs gently caress along his, finding the best position to hold close to his hips, his shell proving to be somewhat of a challenge. That slight shift in her position allowed for better friction, the turtle’s languid motions bringing delighted mewls out of Vee. At some points he could feel his tip trying to slip in, to which he thought ‘fuck it’ and decided to go all in. Vee’s gasp brought him to a pause, remaining inside of her only so she could adjust.

“You okay?” he murmured, encouraging her with some kisses here and there on her features.

She nodded, her fingers lovingly going across his scales at his neck and shoulders.

“I’ll go slow, I promise,” he added.

He’d never excuse himself if he ever were to hurt her, anyway. His churr rumbled again as he slowly moved his hips in a circular motion, Vee sticking to him like glue. Her toes were curling due to pleasure, her body soon following Donnie’s pattern only to better meet his thrusts. Some slurred “fuck” and “oh oui” would leave her at times, sometimes interrupted by kisses that translated all the desire in her. At some point Donnie shifted their position so they would lay on their sides, still facing eachother. He helped one of Vee’s leg to stay up, his palm resting behind her thigh, allowing her to feel his muscles at work.

“You feel so good,” he complimented, back into an amorous motion.

The friction created by this new proximity was bringing Vee on edge. She was unable to answer anything, her breathing making her lose her words. It was the only encouragement the mutant needed, nuzzling her as he kept going. Everything felt so natural. As if all the pieces of an intricate puzzle had finally been assembled. There was this sensation of completion between them, knowing that something in their bond would definitely shift - hopefully for the best.

“You like that, baby? I won’t stop. I wanna feel you cum around me...”

She moaned his name in return, her eyes remaining shut as she lost herself even more in the moment. Every touches and kisses heightened all sensations, bringing both of them to an edge they so very craved for. Feeling Vee’s body tensing up slightly, the terrapin knew she was close to an orgasm, lightly squeezing his hold on her and bringing her into a french kiss. His thrusts were a little more forceful, their bodies tingling in anticipation. It was when she gasped for air, her nails digging into his scales, that he knew she was high on a cloud. He could feel her walls deliciously clamp around him, the sensation bringing him to his own edge as well. His orgasm brought him to slow his pace to long and langorous pumps. Their moans intertwined, riding this wave together. Neither of them wanted to depart once the high died down, keeping close and slowly petting eachother. Vee did bring Donnie’s attention on her as she left small kisses along his jawline. His golden eyes seemed to shine in this surreal lighting, conveying many unspoken words. There was this feeling of peace he never experienced with anyone else before. An affirmation that this was where he belonged, in her arms, as well as she belonged in his. They were still connected and it felt so right...

“Well, now that really opened my appetite,” finally said Vee with a small smile.

He smiled in return, leaving a kiss on her forehead. His appetite was growing as well, and for many things too...

***

Only wearing their underwears and glasses, both were now cuddled up in blankets on the couch in the media room, the television on to a random channel as they were eating their pizza (which they had to reheat, to their amusement). As they finished their meal, Vee did not mind cuddling closer to the turtle, simply enjoying eachother’s presence. Her attention did drift from the television at some point, observing Donnie’s traits instead. She was used to seeing him with his purple bandana, but even with a bare face and only his glasses he still had a lot of charms. He had a kind face and the cutest snout, the mere sight of him a wonder when compared to humankind. The terrapin did notice her focus on him at some point, smirking.

“Yes? Can I help you, madame?”

“I have a question.”

“Outrageous,” he added playfully. “... Do tell.”

She shifted her position a bit, bringing an arm against his chest, softly petting the scales at his collarbone and base of his neck.

“Why do you and your brothers wear those bandanas? ... If it’s too personal, you don’t need to answer.”

His smile was renewed and sweet, his arm around her bringing his hand to pet her shoulder and skin in return.

“I don’t mind answering at all, although I’ll skip some details.... But long story short, it was a gift given to us by our father, years ago. It has a great significance for us and it’s still a great proof of all we had to learn and overcome in order to be who we are today.”

“Something symbolic then, that’s nice,” added Vee. “As long as it brings something positive in your life, that sure can be as nice as anything. .... Also, not gonna lie, purple looks good on you.”

“It’s my favorite and it’s the best color, that’s why! What’s your favorite color?”

Vee was amused by this simple question, but that brought her to move once more. She was now straddling the terrapin, her eyes scanning him as she answered:

“It’s green.”.

“Oh,” added the other in amusement. “So I guess I must be quite the jackpot for you?”

"You're everything I want..."

There was no ounce of hesitation as she leaned forward to give him a sweet kiss. Donnie easily gave in, his hands resting at the small of the woman’s back This time there was no shyness in-between them, only comfort and peace. Soon enough the television was nothing but background noise as they kept going for a second round that night...

((Part 9))

[sneezefiction]

with a model s/o

Atsumu, Akaashi, Bokuto, & Kenma x Reader - Modeling S/O Headcanons

request: “heyy girly can i request a hc for atsumu, akaashi, bokuto, and kenma w a fem s/o who does professional runway modeling and models for those fancy brands like victoria's secret and such 👉🏽👈🏽🥺? i've been modeling since i was 15 even though i'm not the "typical" body type for it (like i'm 5'5 but i use rlly tall heels to compensate lmao) and it was kind of my dream to be a VS angel and i was crushed when the fashion show was canceled but i'm fine now lol. Tyyy!🤎”

a/n: eeee this is a cute request!! i so admire you for putting yourself out there in such a public way, it’s so inspiring. especially since you’re 5′5″, like wow. i’m amazed. i hope you enjoy these headcanons, bb!!

warnings: language

total wc: 920

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Atsumu:

Sumu is pretty savvy and works his ass off, but even he’s impressed by how hard you work as a model

the fact that you choose to pursue it even without the “standard” industry body type shows just how much you care to chase after your passions and he’s genuinely impressed

he’s always telling people that he’s dating a model, showing them photos of you from your public instagram, and getting your name out wherever he can

if you’re in any magazines, he’ll buy them and post all about it on his social media

his team doesn’t believe him until you show up and wow are you gorgeous

but more than just how beautiful you are, they’re impressed he managed to score someone so kind and smart

Osamu is especially confused and literally asks if you need help escaping his asshole twin brother

he definitely thinks Atsumu must have paid you to date him

but no, you genuinely love how much Atsumu respects your craft and how difficult it is to put yourself out in public

he’ll support you at any campaign, fashion show, and hype you up before any photoshoots saying,

“Get yer hot self in there and show em how it’s done, baby girl.”

really so supportive and proud of you <333

Akaashi:

i think he’s mostly surprised how quickly he adjusted to your fast-paced lifestyle

the appointments, bookings, early arrival times, and scheduling seemed more daunting on paper than in real life

I mean he has had Bokuto’s insanity over the past several years though, so it makes sense that it doesn’t faze him for long

Akaashi would actually love how strategic the industry is and he’d probably become your personal and media manager alongside being your boyfriend lmao

he genuinely appreciates you trusting him enough to actually be dating him

you’ve dealt with so many liars and fake people that he’s surprised you are still so dedicated to your modeling career, but he supports you and does his best to help you succeed

he also knows how critical others are of your body and how painful it can be to live under constant scrutiny

but whenever you’re alone together, he’ll hug you, tucking your head into his chest and whisper sweet affirmations into your ears,

“You’re so beautiful, y/n.”

“You’re strong and hard-working. You’ve got this.”

“When this is all over, I’ll treat you to a movie at the theaters.”

he’ll also make sure you eat and drink enough, keeping you healthy and aware of your physical body in a caring, thoughtful way

Akaashi is always encouraging, refreshing, and remind you of your worth. both internally and externally <3

Bokuto:

you ARE his social media page at this point

Bo loves to do little mini photoshoots with is own personal camera and keep his Instagram and Snapchat poppin’ with your loveliness

he’s both a hypeman and your beautiful boyfriend, so you’re winning tbh

if you’ve got a booking or you’re featured on a runway, Bokuto will want to be there no matter what

and if he doesn’t have to be super quiet, he’ll be tapping of the shoulders of strangers and telling everyone at the venue that he’s dating you

and it’s not even because you’re a model, he just actually adores you so much and he can’t contain it

and Bokuto kinda wants people to know that you’re off limits… soooo there’s that too

also i feel like he would be completely fascinated by your skincare routines

he’ll spot you putting strange products on your face and immediately be like,

“I need to know what those things are for.”

Bo will ask to do face masks with you at night and when you’re not looking he’ll borrow your serums and moisturizers just to see what they feel like

you’ll have created a skincare monster because now Bo has decided he needs his own skincare routine and i swear you will never shop just for yourself again

okay so yes, he’s crazy to keep up with, but he would do anything for you. just say the word and your loving boyfriend will be there in a heartbeat

Kenma:

Kenma doesn’t get all the hype about modeling and fashion or anything of that sort

but when he met you, he decided it might be worth it to take a small interest in it

slowly, he becomes more and more interested, learning more about why you love it so much and what it means to be successful in that career path

Kenma refers to appointments and bookings as “gaining XP” and relates it into gaming terms

he will never break that habit, it’s just so... him

Kozume also becomes super protective of you

he doesn’t usually care about people’s outward image, but cannot stand if you’re being insulted or judged by others for what you wear or how you look in a photo

he reminds you that he likes you for more than just your body

that you are very intelligent, incredibly funny, and so unique

he appreciates that you understand him and that you enjoy playing videos games with him after you’ve both had a long, frustrating day at work

Kenma will patiently listen to you if you need to unpack anything annoying or hurtful that happened that day and he’ll have one hand on a controller while the other brushes through your hair

he’s a breath of fresh air. separate from your modeling life, but always there for you when you need him. such a chill boyfriend, 10/10 would recommend

[mayraki]

“Welcome to the team”

spencer reid x reader

a lovely anonymous requested; Hey, can I make a Spence request? You're working at the FBI, no cases today, just catching up on work.. You don't work directly with the team, but sort out all their flights, reports, papers etc, but suddenly, one day you're asked to work in the field, with the team as you have experience working homicide. You get partnered with Spence, and end up cracking the case. Hotch offers you a role working with the team, and you soon become friends with all the team, and Spence develops a crush on you.

tagged; @dr-reid-ismyspiritanimal

MASTERLIST

Joining the FBI was one of your best decisions you’ve ever made. It was the job of your dreams, and the fact that you were able to join at such a young age was your biggest accomplishment. But you were still working your way up, since you weren’t officially a member of the team you wanted to be a part of, the BAU.

You had the opportunity to watch them work, learn how they approach every case and their different ways. You couldn’t wait to work with them since the first time you walked into the BAU building. So when Hotch asked you if you could come and take the case with them, you were cut off guard but tried to hide your excitement and keep it professional.

“A women has been found dead yesterday. The type of death resembles two more women that had been found two weeks ago.” JJ said once everyone was on the meeting room. “The only difference are the places that they have been found. But they still believe the have a serial killer, that’s why they want us.”

“They don’t have marks that show resistance. They didn’t fight back.” Emily said while looking at the pictures.

“They all have fancy clothes.” You said and everyone turned to you. “Do we know what they were doing before?”

“There’s not evidence that they left their house after coming from work.” JJ said and you nodded.

“It’s probably too soon to tell, but looking at the pictures and the way they’re dress, the unsub looks like it’s playing some kinda of scenario with the victim. I mean, look at their clothes, their dresses, they all look the same, but different color. Their hair, they have different type and different length, but the way it’s styled, it’s the same.” You said and silence followed your words.

Hotch turned to the pictures and then looked back at you. “That’s good. But like you said, it’s too soon to tell. Let’s go to the plane.” Everyone nodded and you went back to your desk to grab your go-bag with a lot of thoughts in your mind.

Why did Hotch asked you to be on the case? Was something special about this one? And, did Hotch really think that what you said was good?

All of that was interrupted when Doctor Spencer Reid walked into the elevator after you. The doors closed and you gave him a little smile. You felt awkward around the team, yes, you talked to them before, but they were like a family and you were just the new kid who wanted to fit in, but couldn’t just yet. And Spencer Reid always looked at you like he was reading you, like he wanted to know everything about you, and the fact that he was a genius, made you feel a little bit intimidated.

“That was good.” He said and you locked eyes with him with a half smile like saying thank you. “If you do good, you’ll maybe be a regular member of the team.”

“You think?”

“Yeah.” He quickly nodded. “I think you would be a perfect fit.”

“Thank you.” A smile appeared on your face and you looked away, trying to hide the fact that his comment made you feel like a little kid.

~

“Y/n, I want you to go with Spencer to see the last crime scene.” Hotch said and you nodded.

Spencer and you went to the car and spend the rest of the car drive in silence. But Spencer couldn’t help and stare at you for a while. Your eyes were focused on the streets outside your window. He wanted to know more about you, he felt the need to talk to you, to hear your voice, and deep down he knew he was glad Hotch picked you to be on this case with him.

“What do you think about this case?” You asked him and that made him come back to reality.

“Huh?” He asked and then added quickly. “I don’t know yet. I agree with your idea that the unsub is maybe playing some kind of fantasy with the victims. I hope we can figure out more in the crime scene.” He said quickly. It’s like the wasn’t thinking the words that were coming out of his mouth. He felt nervous around you all of a sudden, and it wasn’t helping the fact that you were staring at him with those beautiful eyes.

“Spencer.” You called him. “Thank you for thinking that I could be a part of the team. That means a lot.”

“Really?” You nodded. “It was nothing, I believe it.”

“I hope one day I can be. It’s been my dream since I started my studies.”

“When did you graduated?”

“Three years ago.”

“Wow, and you’re already a part of the FBI? I’m impressed.” You let out a little laugh embarrassed and Spencer felt the butterflies on his stomach go wild. He furrowed his eyebrows and then confused himself by asking why he felt that way. He experienced this before so he tried to not think about it, and throw away all those thoughts he was having and how he loved listening you talk. But there was something about you, something that made him loved watching your just read the case file. Something special, and he didn’t knew what it was.

~

“There’s a new woman found dead. And this time, he left a message.” JJ said and you followed her with Spencer behind you.

The whole team were in a circle around the crime board and once you stepped inside the circle, you noticed three new pictures.

“I’ll go where it all began?” You asked watching the phrase that was on the wall.

“What does that mean?” Emily asked and everyone shook their heads, not knowing what it was referring to.

“Maybe the first crime scene?” Morgan asked.

“Maybe. We have to think back. First girlfriends, lovers, crushes, all we know. Call Garcia and tell her to look for women who worked with him and if they look like the victims.” Hotch said and everyone nodded.

You stayed looking at the board. There was something that you couldn’t put together. Something that was going on in your mind and didn’t know what I was, something that if you knew, it would put everything together and it would make sense.

“You have something?” Spencer asked next to you.

“Maybe... I don’t know. There’s something that doesn’t add up.”

“What is it?”

“There’s no sexual assault, the victims were wearing this apron and these type of heels and dresses. Look at their style, it’s vintage... I don’t think this is because of a past girlfriend.”

“Are you saying that the unsub is not doing this romantically?” You nodded. “Wait a minute, you’re maybe up to something, the clothes, they are old, so that means that this fantasy that the unsub is doing is from the 80’s.”

“The unsub it’s not doing the fantasy with a women that he’s romantically involved.”

Spencer and you two stayed in silence while looking back a the picture. But then it came to you both at the same time, since you turned to each other and said the exact same words at the same time.

“It’s his mother!”

~

“You two did a good job.” Hotch said to you and Spencer while the cops where taking the unsub to the police car, after being caught on his mother’s house.

“Yeah, that was pretty good.” Emily said and you smiled at her thanking her.

“Y/n, you think you could start next week?” Hotch said and you turned to him surprised.

“What?” You said softly.

“I want you to be a part on this team, I think you could play a good part with us and you just proved yourself today. What do you say?”

It took you a minute to process Hotch’s words and then you nodded quickly. “Of course I can start next week.” A big smile appeared on your face once Hotch nodded and turned the other way.

Emily gave you a little hug and welcomed you into the team. Morgan said that you would have to get ready for your fun moments to be interrupted, since that happens to him all the time and you let out a little laugh.

“Congratulations.” Spencer said next to you and you smiled at him.

“Thank you. We make a pretty good team.” You said referring to the case and Spencer nodded.

“We do.” He looked at your smile and couldn’t help but think that it was beautiful. He was going to see you every day now and he was going to get used to the fact that those thoughts were going to come often. So he didn’t tried to brush it away. He was as happy as you because you got into the team, but tried to look as natural as possible. “Welcome to the team.” He said and you nodded with a smile thanking him. He stomach turned and his mouth let out a little sighed. Having you around is going to be more harder for him than he expected.