#feedback muchly appreciated

[gayandfairycore]

Marmalade and mischievous mornings

Summary: spending a morning in 35 portland row, regular shenanigans ensue between the four of you.

Word count: roughly 800 words(?)

A/n: this is my first time writing for lockwood and co. So I hope I did the characters justice! Feedback is muchly appreciated but please do be kind, This is not proof read.

The smell of toast, and marmalade filled the little kitchen at 35 Portland row, the comforting yellow light of the kitchen casted a warm shadow over the inhabitants of the house. The thinking cloth white, and yet covered in inky black doodles, and words scrawled messily down on the white tablecloth. the biscuit crumbs that seeming always found home on the table had began to make your arms itch as you sat next to your friends around the table, a warm cup of tea in hand.

As an ever drying pen is left uncapped, and discarded. The soft linen curtains blew in the mid morning air a conversation started to arise between the group of four. The conversation went a little something like George rattling on about the case they had just completed, Lucy calling the fact that it was clearly was not a low level type one and was actually very strong type two and that George was getting rusty on his research skills.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

George had yet again refused to wear trousers, Lockwood a plain white tshirt on, as opposed to his regular suit and cut tie. Lucy an oversized shirt, and some comfy shorts, you having adorned something quite similar to Lucy. opting for a band shirt, pj shorts and some fluffy socks. It didn’t look like only last night three out of the four had almost died, in fact it looked as if the four of them had just had a slumber party.

Sadly it wasn’t a slumber party, instead they spent majority of last night running for their lives in a panic, away from a powerful ghost that they were unprepared to face. so majority of the group were surely going to be aching for the next few days.

munching down on a piece of toast and sipping your tea, the warmth from the chipped glass radiated to your hands, the steam from your tea momentarily being inhaled. a soft smile graced your features as you sipped your tea, Lucy and George’s bicker had yet to be stifled.

When you joined the agency Lockwood had actually warned you to usually just tune them out, that’s what he did. It made you laugh originally but dwelling on it now you’ve decided tonight you’ll pull him aside an ask him to teach you to tune out the friendly bickering.

“clearly you’re just a bit rubbish of a ghost hunter then!” George yelled, clutching his biscuit as he swung out his hands, shrugging his shoulders.

“Rubbish?!” Lucy exclaimed in faux outrage, a piece of buttered toast hanging from her mouth as she spoke the gravity of her exclamation declining as it came out muffled by the aforementioned toast.

“I am not rubbish, george karim! how many times have I come to your rescue? Hmm. You wouldn’t call me rubbish then!” The brunette persisted pointing her half eaten toast piece at him her eyes glared at the boy.

Knocking the piece of toast away from himself, “that’s different!” He retorted as slumped back in his chair slightly coy smile adorning his features.

“Oh is it?” The brunette raised her eyebrows her voice no longer yelling, George gulped quietly slumping impossibly deeper in his chair at the girl, her voice lowered in a warning. The same warning voice she used when they had first met. Watching the scene play out from across the table, toothy grin on your face as you admired your friends, your eyes caught Lockwoods. majority of his face hidden behind a crumpled and tea stained newspaper.

You watched as he shook his head at his friends antics, chuckling into his tea cup. Your eyes meeting in a silent melancholic comforting moment.

your attention only moving when you heard your name called, ”cmon y/n back me up!” Lucy’s expecting gaze told you that you had missed something.

Your eyes darting between the pair nodding unsurely and feigning confidence as you replied with an “oh yeah, absolutely what she said.” Before tilting your head in subtle exasperation taking a large sip of your tea, to mask your embarrassment of admiring Lockwood so much that you had managed to tune out the pair.

“No! Y/n how could you!” George exclaimed mock outraged taking over his expression as he slumped back in defeat, Lucy’s laughter filled the air, a lost expression passed over your face as you glanced between the pair, Lockwood pulling you into his side to answer your unspoken question,

“she just stated she’s the better researcher than him, and that anyone would agree she could do it with her eyes closed.” Lockwood smirked stifling a chuckle as he let go of your arms “and you just agreed with her”

The boy smirked, flicking out his news paper with flourish.

Your mouth formed a ‘o’ at the revelation, before a cocky smirk overtook your face “I mean George may be a the best researcher- No offence, Luce-” you pause, looking at their confused and impatient faces with a coy smile hands in in the air as you point to them.

“But what I want to know is, whose the best ghost hunter?” Leaning back in your chair you watch as chaos ensues clasping your hands tigether like you were an old villain

“I’m sorry?”

“Excuse me?”

Both Lucy and Lockwood exclaim, the latter dropping his news paper onto the table and the force shaking and spilling his tea.

A silence formed over the room, as George watched as his competitive friends began to turn on eachother in friendly competition.

“No offence Lockwood, you may be a prodigy and all that but it’s got to go to Lucy!”

“Y/n!” Lockwood exclaimed his eyes darting wildly as his mouth agape

George reclining in his seat as he stifles a laugh lockwood whirling around to face the boy attempting to look serious and upset.

“George- do you think this is funny?!” The ebony haired boy exclaims, as a chuckle breaks midway through his facade as he speaks.

A mischievous grin adorns George’s face as he replies “I do actually I think this is very funny!”

“Lucy cmon back me up here!?” Lockwood pleads his hands together in a prayer eyebrows raised

“Sorry Lockwood!” Lucy retorts “But y/ns right I’m just the superior ghost hunter.” The girl replies straightening her posture and flipping up imaginary jacket cuffs.

A plan begins to formulate in lockwoods mind “Well if it’s like that then” he states before pulling you into him and tickling you

Between bouts of giggles you exclaim “lockwood! Lockwood! No! Oh cmon!”

His fingers never stopping their assault at your side no matter how much you try to wriggle away, he only stops tickling you to bargain

“Say that I’m the best ghost hunter you’ve ever known!”

Struggling to breathe through your laughter you chuckle out an estranged “No!”

Lockwood smirks “Alright then.”

His fingers moving at your sides painfully fast breathlessness taking over you, as tears well in your eyes loud laughter fills the kitchen.

pouting your lips you exclaim in defeat“okay! Okay! You’re the best ghost hunter I’ve ever known!”

Lockwood stops his assault at your sides smiling and slinging his arm over your shoulder before he taunts the brown eyed girl

“see Luce, there’s only one person here whose the best ghost hunter-“ mischievous looks are shared between you, George, and Lucy. As you move yourself from under the arms of the boy.

Lucy exclaims a “sorry Lockwood! But it’s not you, george get him!” And with her exclamation both you and george begin to ambush the boy flinging your body onto his back watching as he loses his footing. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck like he was giving you a piggyback.

“Ah- uh oh!” His yells voice high pitched and shrieking laughter fills the room despite the mess that had somehow accumulated over the time you had been in a tickle fight.

The spilled tea over old newspaper clippings a spilled tub Or marmalade staining the thinking cloth

As the sound of a camera flashing momentarily blinds both you and Lockwood as you both come toppling down the wooden floor your body above lockwoods.

Bashfulness blooms in your chest “oh uh sorry-“

Lockwoods narrows his eyes in disappointment “No it’s quite alright” he murmurs. Moving to sit up on his elbows a look of surprise takes over his face as you turn to look behind you

Your two friends about to dog pile you both both you and Lockwood exclaim almost at the same time “George, Lucy you don’t have to do this!”

The two share a glance at eachother before flinging their bodies onto you both collectively collapsing your attempts to get up. groans leaving you and Lockwood at the added weight.

[livixcore]

helloooo! i’m finally posting my first post today…

All this for him? (idol!hwang hyunjin x reader) (smut)

coming july 20th - 3:30pm bst

I can’t wait to see what everyone thinks but i’m lowkey scared bc I can’t believe i wrote that yk? Anyways look forward to it! feedback will be muchly appreciated<3

[justaaveragereader]

@quantumowl first off..I STAN YOUR WIFE🫡! THANK YOU WIFE FOR SENDING THE FIC! It is muchly appreciated! Thank you so much for reading 😭💕 and leaving feedback!

Prey For Me

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Genre: Smut, Dom!Jongho, Sub Reader, Marriage Au

Warning⛔️: Dom/Sub, praise, unprotected sex(wrap it tf up!), manhandling, rough sex, fingering, possessive Jongho, marking, primal/prey play, oral (receiving), cream pie, cum play, spanking, choking, manhandling, mirror sex, if I missed anything let me know👀

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!!🔞

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“Oh baby…You wanted to do this tonight? You really are spoiling me.” Jonghos voice echoed out through your shared home. You had brought up to him months ago that you wanted to try a new kink you had read about, primal play. Jongho in his day to day life was a soft hearted, sweet man, he was always good to you. Yet in the bedroom? It was a whole different ball game. Jongho would have you seeing the galaxy, that's how good he was. He was always so dominant and each time you’d love to push his buttons a little more and more. When you had brought up the idea to him, he immediately was on board.

These last couple of weeks for Jongho had been so busy, he was in and out of the office so much, working himself for the perfect life you both lived. He finally had a full weekend off and on Friday you wanted to try things out, which would take Jongho completely by surprise.

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The house was pitch black, it was well past 10pm. Jongho entered his home, placing his suitcase on the ground. Flicking on the light switch he realized the whole house was dark, no lights were lit, nothing was on. The only light that was illuminating the house was the lightning outside, a hard roar of thunder cracked. He let a small smile grow on his face. He started to undo his tie, slowly walking further into his house, it was clear as day you cut off the fuse box just for this moment.

“Oh my love, you really do spoil me.” You heard him call out, his voice echoing in the home causing your cunt to clench, you could hear his leather shoes clack against the ground, the sounds echoing around you. Letting out a small chuckle, he started to unbutton his suit coat, you could clearly hear every unbutton being done. He was taking his time with you, the ball was in his yard and were you two going to play. You decided to stay hidden in the pantry. You could hear him but he was not in your sight, yet you knew he was coming close, like he was sniffing you out.

As each step grew closer, your cunt got wetter, he was stalking you out, waiting to pounce at the right moment.

“I can smell that sweet cunt from here. I know you are dripping wet for me already. Go ahead baby, rub on that pretty pussy for me.”

Biting your lip to suppress a moan, you knew you were dripping from the thrill of him finding you, searching for you, stalking you like you were his next meal, that alone had you ready to cum. Trying your best not to touch yourself you crush your legs together hoping to get some stimulation to hold you over til he finds you. His shoes echoing with each step, his stride was so confident, he knew he was going to find you and turn you out. You should’ve stretched prior to this because you know, you will not be walking tomorrow.

He stops right before the kitchen, suit jacket off, tie undone, his black button down, with two buttons undone at the top, that cocky smirk on his face, and his eyes that are glazed over, he looks feral yet so delicious. You hawk him down through the cracks in the pantry door, watching his every move, the air is thick with desire, thick with lust, thick with want.

“I’ll even give you a head start baby, I’ll count to five, so you can pick a new hiding spot.” He walks slowly around the island, shoes echoing with each step, your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. You clutch your shorts, excitement tingling your spine. You hear him let out a small chuckle once more, he walks backwards, eyes drifting to the pantry door, a smile crept on his face as he exited the kitchen. Your hand slowly opened the pantry door, quietly trying to make a run for it, quickly trying to run out of the same exit Jongho had left from, darting to your bedroom. You quietly open the door, dashing inside. Stopping right before your bed frame when you notice his suit coat is laid out on it.

“My, my, my, what do we have here?” His husky voice echoed through the room. Causing you to freeze in place, your hands trembling with excitement. He got you exactly where he wanted you, falling right into his trap. Checkmate.

Slowly turning around you lock eyes with him. His body lax against the side of the door, his black button up unbuttoned right above his navel, belt undone, tie loose, and his head tilted back against the wall. His eyes were glazed over in feral desire, he didn’t even have to work hard for his meal to come to him.

You stood still, body slightly shaking, you made a move to the side of the bed, trying to place as much distance between the two of you. Clenching your thighs together as you move. Jongho studied your every movement like he was permanently burning it into his brain. He lets out a deep sigh, clearly enjoying this cat and mouse game.

“Baby, when I tell you I’m going to finger your pretty pussy till you cry for me to stop.” He lifts his body off the wall, eyes locking onto yours, taking small steps towards you.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard into the mattress all only thing you’ll know how to say is my name.” Your pussy clenches at his words. You bite your lip to keep in the moan that is threatening to escape. As he gets closer to you, you take a step back, he's creeping upon you like a tiger that is just waiting for the right moment to pounce.

“I’m going to cover you in marks so when you step outside people know who you belong to.” You back into the wall, you have nowhere to go, your eyes dart around looking for an escape. Shooting to the bedroom door. Just as you move your body to make a run for the door. Jongho speaks up..

“Don’t even think about it.” He grits out through his teeth.

You make a quick dart for the door before you can even get two feet off the ground. His hand shoots out wrapping around your throat, shoving you against the wall. You choke out a moan, his hand wrapping tightly around you. He brings his other hand up to play with the strings on your shorts before shoving his hand down your shorts, fingers grazing over your soaked panties.

“Oh baby…I’m about to ruin you.” He chuckles out, bringing his hand out of your shorts to suck the essence of you off of his fingers, tucking his head in between your neck, leaving wet kisses along your neck to your collarbone. Lifting you from the wall he walks with you carefully to the bed, dropping you on it, letting your body flop down. His eyes rake over you, he looks like he’s going to devour you in one swallow. Like he’s a starved man and you are his first meal, ever. His hands brush over your thighs lightly, causing your body to jerk. You are wound up so tightly that you are sure the first orgasm he brings you will have you seeing the milky way.

“Where should I even begin my little mouse?”

His hand comes up under your shorts sliding over your soaked panties again, he lets out a small groan. Hooking your panties he slowly drags them down along with your shorts, your wet cunt being on display for him. You let out a small whine at the feel of the cool air hitting your sopping cunt.

“Look at this pretty pussy. Is this all for me baby?”

He stares at your cunt like it’s a prized possession, likes it’s his treasure. Your cunt clenches around nothing as you buck your hips up. His fingers run over your puffy lips, soaked with your arousal.

“Jongho please touc-“

His hand swiftly comes down slapping your pussy, taking you by surprise you arch your back, the whine that means your mouth is damn near pornographic.

“Answer my question baby, don’t make me ask again.”

“Yes! Yes! Daddy it’s all for you, now please touch me.”

He plunges two of his thick fingers into you, causing you to let out a gasp, his fingers wiggle around in your cunt. Drawing them out slowly he slams them back in moving at a quick and skilled pace, the room already feels like it’s getting hotter. Your hand shoots down to grab his wrist, not wanting to cum just yet. He lightly slaps your hand away from him.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? I’m giving you what you want, baby.” He grabs you by the throat bringing you closer to his face, his two fingers still pistoning in and out of you. Pushing his lips softly against yours, you could taste the hard candies that he has in his office on his tongue, mouth as sweet as sugar. His tongue clashes with yours, the kiss heating up fast. He is soaking up the air from you with his lips, leaving you breathless. He slightly pulls away from your lips, a string of saliva still connecting you two, letting his tongue run over your bottom lip he nips at it, your head rolling back, toes beginning to curl, you are on the brink of an orgasm.

“You hear that baby? You hear how wet this pussy is for me? She’s been waiting for me to get home, hasn't she?” He chuckles out, fingers now slowing down, the tips of his fingers pushing right against that spongy spot in you, bringing his lips to your neck, he starts to suck bruises onto your neck, marking you for the whole world to see.

Drawing his fingers out he brings them up to your lips, letting your mouth open, you suck on his fingers, moaning at the tangy taste of yourself, your swore you heard a small growl leave him. Backing up he quickly unbuttons the rest of his shirt, leaving it wide open for you to rake your eyes over his well built chest, he had been attending the gym more with his colleague San and Yeosang and was it paying off.

“Get on the floor.” Scrambling off the bed as quickly as possible you kneel on the floor in front of him, pussy on display from the back in the mirror that he hung up purposely on the closet door, folds glistening as the lightning lights up the room, the sounds of the rain, and heavy breathing is all that’s floating in the room. He sits on the bed, you tuck yourself further in between his legs, your hands coming upon each of his thighs, nails slightly digging into the fabric of his pants.

“You are going to suck my cock like a good girl, and I might just let you cum.” Your eyes flicker from his face to his thick bulge in his pants, it looks like he’s going to burst through the seams at any moment. You undo his pants, shimmying them down his legs, your hands run over the muscles in his thighs, heavily hypnotized by the way they flex as your fingers sweep across his skin. His cock is red and oozing pre cum at the tip, standing hard and tall against his toned stomach. It sent a tingle down your skin to know that he was just as aroused as you were. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. While he gazes at you like you are the most precious thing in this world. He slightly strokes his cock, precum continuing to ooze out, smacking his cock into your tongue, rubbing his precum over your lips before smacking it down once again. The weight of his cock on your tongue had your mouth watering, you hadn’t even started sucking him off, yet your mouth was starting to drool. He slowly thrusts his cock into your mouth, sliding in and out slowly. He always enjoyed how quickly you submitted to him, how much that action showed you trusted him was enough to make him bust quickly.

Palming the top of your head he grabs the back of it, bringing your mouth down on his cock, his slow and steady thrusts had your cunt clenching with anticipation of getting stuffed. He lets out a groan, his head rolling back in pleasure, trying his best not to cum at the sight of you kneeling before him with your mouth happily stuffed with his cock.

“Touch that pussy for me baby, get her extra wet.”

He murmurs out. Rolling his head forward to look at your glistening cunt through the mirror he sees you spread your lips open, slipping two fingers inside of yourself, causing you to moan on his cock which almost sends him into an orgasm. His hips start to pick up pace, your fingers matching the rhythm at which his hips are moving. His grip on your neck is getting tighter, you know he’s close to cumming, you let out a long hum sending a vibration onto his cock, causing his hips to buck up once more. Bringing your slick coated hand up to his balls, giving them a firm rub, wanting him to reach his peak quicker. He slows his thrusting down, bringing your mouth all way down onto him, your nose brushes over his skin, trying your best to breath out of your nose, giving his balls a firm grasp once more, he groans, unloading right down your throat, not even giving you the chance to taste him. The warmth of him fills your stomach up. Letting go of your head, his arm braces his fall back on the bed. His eyes are screwed shut, his chest is moist with sweat.

His black button up clinging to his skin, with his pants around his ankles, the room thick with lust, and your want for him clouding the room. Kicking off his shoes and pants he scoots back on the bed, muscular legs spread, his dick still hard, and a gaze now set on you that says he wants to swallow you whole.

“Come on pretty girl, get up here.” He says while patting the open spot in between his legs, crawling up from the floor you settle in between his legs on the bed, while your body is slightly towering over him, you clearly can tell who has the upper hand here, who is truly the power of authority between the both of you. With his finger he motions for you to turn around. Your back now pressed to his chest, his hand pushes open your legs, your soaking cunt on display, your inner thighs are dripping with your arousal. His fingers brush over your navel, causing you to shutter.

“So responsive today my love, look at my pretty girl.” He kisses the side of your head.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, my love, and I barely have touched you.” He kisses along your jaw, leaving small bruises into your skin once again. One of his hands hook your legs over his own so you are fully spread eagle for him. His other hand danced along your pussy lips, so close to touching your clit but so far away. Your hips grind up.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

You let out a small whine, trying to grind your pussy into his hand so you can get some friction.

“I want you, pleaseeee Jjong please touch me, I’ve waited all day for you.” He pauses from giving you hickies, smiling into your neck, breathing in your scent like he’s trying to permanently burn it into his brain. His fingers rub at your clit, taking you by surprise you let out a loud moan tossing your head back onto his shoulder.

“My god…” you whisper out quietly.

With his thumb on your clit rubbing slow circles his other fingers dance along your folds gathering all your juices up before plunging into your sopping hole, the squelching noises echoing the room, his fingers starting off with an immediate fast pace. Your hands try to find stable grounding by gripping the sheet. Biting your lip to try your best to keep your moans in, his fingers coming down hard while rubbing your clit.

“Look at me baby.” He groans out in a raspy tone, you tilt your head forward, locking eyes with him through the mirror, trying your best to keep your eyes open. The way his fingers are brushing along your spongy spot it has your toes curling in an instant. Your eyes screw shut as your body shutters and the feeling of an orgasm creeping.

“I said look at me baby, let me see those pretty eyes.” He whispers in your ear while kissing along the side of your face, trying your best to keep your eyes open, you grab his hand trying to slow his fingers down, his strength outmatches yours and he’s hammering away at your soaking cunt. His eyes locked on your every moment like he’s watching his dinner be prepared for him, like he’s a starved man who's getting ready to feast. Your moans getting louder and louder.

“Jongho, Jongho please, please!”

“Look at this pussy baby, look at the way she’s swallowing my fingers.” His thumb applies pressure to your clit causing the orgasm gates to break, arching your back off his chest, you cum with a curdling scream. Orgasm so powerful you are convinced you could power on the fuse box from that scream alone. His fingers come to slower pace, helping you ride out your orgasm. Placing soft kisses amongst your neck, sending you words of praise. Not evening getting a full second to breath he tosses you on your back, his muscular build towering over your body. When the lightning in the room illuminates, it catches a certain piece of jewelry, catching his eye. Letting his index finger run from under your knee down to your ankle, admiring the silver piece of jewelry that hung from it.

“Baby…You wore this just for me?”

He says through a groan, his finger now toying with the silver anklet that spelled out Choi. You wanted him to know you were his, and his only. Gripping one leg in each hand, folding you in half so your ankles hung by each one of his ears. He suddenly slammed his hips into you causing you to arch your back as far as you could, his sudden movements taking you by surprise. His moist lips come down to your ear, nipping at the lobe.

“You want me to wear your pretty legs as accessories? Is that what it is?”

He groans into your ear, your pussy clenches on him, with a mixture of his harsh thrusts and the squelching noises leaving you, you know you are on the brink of another orgasm already. Bringing his hand down to slap your ass, you are trying to ground yourself but the way he’s thrusting in and out of you, you might not make it to see tomorrow.

“Answer me, pretty girl.” He grits out through clenched teeth. You let out a whimper, arching your back so your clothed chest is flushed against his.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I want you to wear me!” You scream out in a breathless tone. Eyes fluttering to the back of your skull. You are positive you can see your brain with how far back your eyes are. Letting that signature smirk take over his features, you hear the slight chuckle he makes. Bending your body further, your knees almost touching the mattress by your ears. The sudden shift in positions has you seeing fireworks. You claw at his arms trying to stutter out any sentence.

“Look at you, all pretty for me. You hear that baby? You hear that pussy making noises for me? Always such a wet cunt for me.

” Pushing both of your legs together so he can hold them in one hand while he brings his other hand to run over your sopping cunt, brushing lightly over your puffy clit sends you right over the edge, the pressure of his fat cock hitting your sweet spot along with his dirty talk pushes you past the tipping point.

“Jongho!!” You scream out, back arching, your nails dig into his arms, leaving angry red lines on his skin, that he will proudly wear around later. Cooing at you he lightly rubs your clit.

“Go on baby, make a mess for me.” He says in awe, he loved to see when you would break for him, it was like affection for him, love prickled at his skin when he’d see you fall apart. Removing his thumb from your clit, he paused his thrusting, letting you catch your breath, your body felt slick with sweat and cum. Your throat felt dry from all the moaning and screaming yet you knew this wasn’t the ending of what was yet to come. Slowly he pulls his cock out of you, causing you to let out a small whine at the loss of him in you. He swiftly brings a hand down, smacking your pussy, taking you completely by surprise, you let out a filthy moan.

He slaps his cum coated cock onto your pussy, the wet smacking sounds making you whimper, his cock head brushes over your clit, causing your body to jerk, you grip the sheets trying to move away from him. He catches you in a firm grip.

“Where do you think you are going baby?” He rasps out causing your eyes to roll back, this was going to be a very long night. Lining himself up with your hole he slowly slides in, you can feel every vein, every inch of his girth dragging along your wet, warm walls. You clench at the stimulation causing his hips to slightly jerk, his other hand coming down to grip your hand, lacing your fingers in his, reminding you in fact that you are his. Bringing your hand to his lips he places kiss on your knuckles. The twinkle in your eye that shined whenever he did such gestures. You felt your heart flood and your pussy get wetter, could you have been blessed with a more perfect man? Letting your hand go he shoves your legs back to your chest. He starts to slowly pick up pace, causing your body to move with each thrust, his hand snakes down into the shirt you never removed, flipping it up so he could see your breast jiggle with each movement. Letting out a groan at the sight, he brings his cool lips down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling on it, before moving to your other nipple and doing the same, salvia coating both of them, leaving hickies in between and on each breast before leaving a trail up to your collarbone, lips attaching to the front of your throat. His hips are swiftly moving in and out of you.

Your juices coating his inner thighs with a mixture of cum and arousal, he sits up grabbing your ankle with the anklet on it, placing kisses along skin that is around the jewelry.

“Look at you, covered in our cum, wearing our last name on your body.” He groans out, hand tightening on your hip, sure to leave bruises that you know you will love to trace your fingers over later.

“You like being Mrs. Choi, pretty girl? You like when people stare and see those marks on you?” He spits out, a moan getting caught in his throat before he continues..

“Because I love it, I love when I see your pretty ass walking into my work place, marks on display. Parading around in those marks that I gave you, letting everyone know you are mine.” His lips attach to your ankle, sucking a bruise right into the skin by your anklet, the sensation causes your legs to buckle, you try closing your legs but you are unsuccessful as his strength outweighs you once again.

“Such a pretty girl, my pretty girl.” He throws his head back chasing his high.

“My. Fucking. Pretty. Wife.” His hips smack hard into you with each punctuation of his sentence. Causing your hands to smack down to grip onto his thigh, his words fueling your next orgasm, tears of pre orgasmic bliss drip out of your eyes.

“Go on baby, let that pretty pussy cum on me baby, cum.” He bites out, placing your leg back down, pistoning his hips in and out of you, trying to make sure you reach your high again before he does. His thumb brushes your jaw before he pushes it down on your tongue. Your whole body jerks, back arching, toes curling, tears flowing, and a muffled scream leaves your mouth, just as you are at your peak your wet cunt clenches down on him throwing him into his own orgasm, he slams into you once more, grip on your hip bruising, as he releases inside of you. Your body slumps against the mattress, he braces himself above you, one arm holding him up, while the other lets go of your hip, rubbing small circles around it. Falling to his side with his cock plugging his cum in you.

The room falls into a peaceful quiet area, the pouring rain still being heard outside. His hand comes to rub soothing circles on your skin. Basking in the warmth of his chest and his presence. Bringing his hand down to run across your wet folds, collecting your mixture of cum on his fingers before bringing them to your lips. You open your mouth and take in the flavor, letting out a satisfied hum. His hips buck into your cunt.

“I hope you don’t think this night is over yet, pretty. We are just getting started.”

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A/N: Lemme tell y’all some…the lack of Jongho fics, Jongho content, all that shit got me ready to fight, bc why some of y’all doing my scrumdilly yum yum man like that? Like how do y’all not look at Jongho and go “I want that man to fold me like a pretzel!” Bc babyyyy I want him to bend me up like a Betty Spaghetty. Business Jongho makes me feral, Jongho in his regular suits make me feral, especially that one clip when he’s got that suit on with the sleeves rolled up and he’s stepping out of the car?!? With the thought of him being possessive to tie it all together?!? I hear some purrring🫣😀. Anywaysssss…hope you all enjoy me and my thirsty Jongho thoughts😚💙.

DO NOT REPOST.

[max-makes-art]

yoooooo guess who decided to practice rendering for once

Plus the version including the lil doodles I made when I got distracted

Still trying to figure out how tf shirts work but a win is a win yknow *shrugs*

I wanted her to look like she’d taken the kitchen scissors to her hair in a fit of rage (or just pure boredom) and hacked at it without a proper plan so lemme know if I managed that effectively or if it could be improved upon

Please feel free to give me feedback, I yearn to better my skillz and fresh eyes are my best bet

(also if someone could tell me how to fix the horrible quality that would be muchly appreciated)

[miss-wanderlustwriter]

Not So Different (Part 1)

Billy Hargrove x Reader 

Part 1: Approx. 3000 words

Request: Hey! Can you write something fluffy and cute about billy and how the reader is shy, quiet and timid and billy finds out she’s abused by her dad at home and he becomes really protective of her and all soft and cuddly whenever she’s around - Anon

Warnings (for the series): Verbal abuse, physical abuse, language, anxiety. So possible triggers. Lots of fluff.

A/N: Hey hey, so apologies again for not posting in a while, but my idea for this request kind grew into a multi-part. So this is just a bit of an intro, setting the scene, the fluff and protection will come I promise. Hope you all like it! Please please don’t by shy in giving any feedback! Like, comment, reblog, send me an ask or a message. I appreciate anything. Love you all, thanks for being patient! ♥

I never meant for this to happen. I never meant to fall for the new bad boy of Hawkins, it was too cliche, but it wasn't like I had a choice. He consumed me with that desire in his eyes and the uncontrollable passion in his soul.

He became my surety, my reliance, my strength and in return I became his; he found a hope in me he'd never managed to acquire before.

I fell so deeply for him and as I teetered off the edge I wasn't entirely sure if he would catch me at the bottom, but then I realised I didn't care.

On his first day at Hawkins High, the new kid, Billy Hargrove found his locker directly next to mine, and as I let out a typical Monday morning sigh I couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes piercing the side of my face. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks and dared to flit my gaze to the figure looming next to me; I was met with a somewhat intimidating stare from the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. My mouth gaped slightly which I’m sure didn’t go unnoticed as I tried to take in the sight before me. His posture was strong and confident, and his muscles were clearly defined underneath his clothes; they definitely don’t make teenage boys like this in Hawkins.

One side glance around the door of his locker turned into a dangerous smirk that reached his sapphire eyes as he, not so subtly, raked them over my body. I saw his eyes light up as they ran over my bare legs and reached the hem of my pleated skirt, the way he bit his lip at my tightly fitted sweater before, satisfied with his observations, he met my wide-eyed gaze.

I knew I was a goner when I was lost in the ocean of his eyes, no other colour existed to me at that moment but blue; and then I allowed his deep coarse voice to send a wave of goose bumps across my skin.

"And what might your name be Princess?" He asked with his smirk.

Of course, I stuttered trying to form words in front of him.

"Erm...it's, erm...Y/N." Goddamn it.

"You sure about that?" He chuckled as he closed his locker and casually leaned a shoulder against it. He folded his arms causing his biceps to bulge in his denim jacket and white button up shirt to gape even more, displaying his chiselled and tanned chest.

I tore my eyes away finding his filled with arrogance at knowing what he was doing to me.

"Yes, I'm Y/N." With as much strength as I could muster.

"Well that’s good to know. I’m Billy.” He winked directly at me and turned to walk away leaving me blushing in his wake at his perfect arse in those jeans.

The next day as my eyes travelled along the grubby tiled floor of the school corridor, they came into contact with a pair of tattered brown boots planted directly in front of my locker. I slowly lifted my head, running my gaze over the fitted denim and tight t-shirt that enveloped the very boy I was hoping I wouldn’t see this morning. A lost cause I know considering his locker is next to mine, but a girl can hope.

I was met with a teasing lightness in his blue orbs which suddenly made me incredibly nervous. A smirk graced his rosy lips when he saw my questioning look and he shuffled back only slightly, staying close enough that when I opened my locker I could feel his breath on my face. I knew it should intimidate me, that I should run for the hills and never look back; Billy seemed like bad news. But being in this close proximity to him, so close I could smell his musky aftershave and most recent cigarette, it sent a lustful shiver down my spine.

“Hey neighbour.” He nodded towards me.

“Hi Billy.” I squeaked out.

“So, I have Math first with a Mr…. err..” He paused and I glanced up to see a look of genuine confusion cover his face, which made me let out a short laugh.

“Mr Roberts?” I questioned.

“Yeah that’s the one doll. Would you be a helpful neighbour and show me where to go?” He seemed sincere so I thought why not.

“Sure. That’s my first class as well actually.” I humoured him, offering a shy smile.

“Bonus.” He winked and held his hand out for me to lead the way.

I took a breath and broke the somewhat awkward silence as he strode next to me and I had to quicken my steps to keep up.

“So where did you move to Hawkins from?” I stole a glance and saw his expression fall.

“California.” He was short and closed me down with his one-word answer. I seemed to have hit a nerve with such a simple question and it bothered me that I had overstepped my mark. I kept my head down and we walked the rest of the way without a sound.

He followed me into the classroom and I expected him to retreat to the back of the class, away from me. But he didn’t. He stuck close by and wound his way through the desks to claim the one next to me.

I gave him another questioning look and he just smiled in response, “Thanks Princess.”

The slight hope that lifted my heart at his nickname was quickly shutdown, as he swivelled in his seat to follow the arrival of an incredibly short skirt attached to Helen Marshall; she was blond, tall, slim and oozed confidence, she had everything I was missing. She took the seat behind Billy with a flirty smug look appearing on her painted face as he leaned his muscled arms on her desk.

I rolled my eyes back to the front of the room where Mr Roberts was faffing with his notes as usual. That man was a scatter brain, but in his defence also a genius. It took him another five minutes to find himself in order, enough time for me to hear Helen’s stupid high-pitched laugh at Billy’s cheesy but charming remarks.

My stomach dropped when I overheard him asking her out. Already. He’s been here two days! Helen accepted of course, and I could just imagine the sickly flutter of her fake eyelashes as Mr Roberts grabbed Billy’s attention back to the class.

“Mr Hargrove, if we are quite done with organising Friday night plans could you face forward please.” He never had it in him to actually be mean to students, even when they deserved it.

I forced myself to not look at Billy for the rest of the lesson and managed to avoid him the remainder of the day, by sacrificing the text books I needed from my locker.

Thankfully I found Nancy at lunch, she’s been my best friend since Kindergarten, always us two against the world. However, in Sophomore year, she had gained her self assurance, figured out who she was, and now she had Jonathan in her life, after all the drama with Steve. Whereas I was still shy old me, still struggling when meeting new people or having to talk in class, and never attending the high school parties that Nancy had become so interested in, even the thought of it all made my breath quicken.

“Hey Y/N!” Nancy greeted me with a friendly smile that I always appreciated, and I took my usual seat across from her, next to Steve. Jonathan occupied the remaining seat next to Nancy.

“Hey guys.” I sighed as I caught a glimpse of Billy’s dirty blond curls across the cafeteria, he was scaring some Freshmen from a table so him, Carol and Tommy could claim it. I shook my head more to myself than anything else but I couldn’t get away with much around these three.

“What’s up with you Y/N?” Steve nudged his shoulder against mine.

All three were staring at me with concern, waiting, knowing I was getting pretty good at opening up to them. I let out a low laugh, and shook my head once again, “Honestly guys nothing, just the new guy throwing me off already. He seems so arrogant and mean, not to mention intimidating.”

“He does seem like he’s going to shake things up a bit around here.” Jonathan sounded disgruntled as he threw a glance at the now raucous table in the corner.

“Oh come on he can’t be that bad can he?” Steve lifted his head like a meerkat to search across the room, not having had the pleasure of meeting Billy yet.

“Hmph. Well he’s already got a date with Helen Marshall.” I tried to sound indifferent to my statement, shrugging it off, but I caught Nancy’s eye and she gave me a knowing look but thankfully didn’t say anything in front of the boys.

Instead she took the heat away from me and kicked Steve under the table, “Wait, Helen Marshall who Steve has been trying to ask out for ages??”

Steve look flustered, “What? No I haven’t.”

“Steve, honestly mate I’d give it up, she’s more interested in her own hair than you are with yours.” And at Jonathan’s bold, yet rare, remark, we burst into laughter.

Although my carefree moment was cut short as I was suddenly met with an amused looking Billy, as he realised I had seen him he jerked an eyebrow up, sending his silent question across the bustling room but I couldn’t answer. My laugh subsided and I focused on Nancy and the boys, chatting until the end of the hour and refraining from looking for Billy again.

Jonathan and Steve had made our little twosome a fully-fledged friendship group last winter, which was admittedly difficult for me at first. I was so used to it being just Nancy and I, so comfortable. The reality was not as scary as my brain tried to make me believe; the boys are lovely, and looking back I’m actually happy that Nancy brought them into my life. I get on with Jonathan with us both being quiet and anti-social, but then Steve helps bring out a little more talkative side I didn’t know I had, he’s like Nancy, so easy to be around. Between them and now being able to admire Billy from afar, school was my favourite place to be and it made my journey home everyday that little bit heavier.

It didn’t take long for me to realise that how Billy had been with me, he was with every girl. The smirks, winks and piercing gazes, he had half the female population falling at his feet by the end of the first week, and the guys either wanted to be his best friend or hated him. Steve had joined the latter half of the guys in school, after being shown up by Billy during basketball, apparently he didn’t want to talk about it, but word got round he’d been thrown to the floor a few times, and the glares he threw at Billy throughout the days spoke volumes.

I couldn’t deny that Billy had a certain charm about him, but I had a feeling that it was part of a false bravado, there was something he was covering for. I know because I’m an excellent observer, preferring to watch and listen, but mainly because I know I’m hiding something too.

Over the first few weeks I could see him closing his body off to people, I watched him unleash a pent-up anger in gym class and noticed the split knuckles that soon followed. His smile never quite managed to reach his eyes when he would tease me as we crossed paths, still I couldn’t manage more than a smile or sentence without stuttering over my tongue or the blood rushing to my cheeks when I met his captivating gaze.

Still, all the superficial encounters with Billy still couldn’t take me away from the dread I felt, at the thought of going home. Most people think of home as a safe haven, a place of relaxation and love and peace. Not me though. My home was not really that at all, it was a place of uncertainty and worry and fear. All dependant on how my Father was feeling on that particular day.

He had fallen into the cold hard embrace of alcohol when my Mother died a few years ago, he was always an unpleasant drunk, but now that had seeped into his personality as the vodka did constantly into his bloodstream. His words had become vicious and his actions neglectful.  I stayed out of his way as much as possible which seemed to suit us both. We were both aware that when I turned eighteen, a legal adult, I would be out of there. My one saving grace was that he had never laid a hand on me, but unfortunately that soon changed.

One crisp autumn day in October I had left my Father passed out in his room knowing the night had been a long one, from the mess of glass bottles scattered around the house. I cleaned up the best I could but once I heard movement from his room I scarpered, stupidly forgetting a rain jacket, and by the end of the day the heavens had opened and the rain was bouncing off the tarmac.

I walk to and from school every day, which took me about half an hour each way, so having no alternative option I stepped out into the downpour in nothing but my drainpipe jeans, old converse, a Def Leppard t-shirt and my thick woollen cardigan. I was barely out of the parking lot when the revving of an engine could be heard over the rain, and I didn’t have to even look up to know which arrogant mullet wearing jackass it was. But instead of speeding right past me as he normally did, I heard the Camaro slow and purr next to me as I walked.

“Hey! Princess!” He did actually have to shout for me to hear him, I turned my head which let multiple raindrops access the back of my neck, making me shiver. “Come on I’ll give you a ride!”

I instinctively shook my head.

“None negotiable Princess, get in.”

I was cold, I was soaked and he had heating. I took a deep breath, a step forward and reached for the door handle.

“What are you even doing trying to walk home in this, dressed like that?” He nodded towards my drenched cardigan as his foot hit the gas pedal.

“I forgot my rain coat.” My voice barely escaped my lips, having to admit my mistake in embarrassment.

“I can see that. Do you have no one to pick you up?”

“Not really, I don’t like bothering people, and it’s not that bad anyway.”

“Sweetheart you’re literally dripping wet. And not the kind that I approve of.” My gaped mouth was met with a cheeky grin and gauging look.

"Billy!" A smile appeared on my lips without my permission and the longer I looked at Billy the more I was laughing. No one had ever spoken like that around me before and I couldn't stop myself. Billy then started chuckling at my reaction which then made me laugh more. "I can't believe you just said that, I am not that type of girl."

"Yeah Princess, I gathered that." He sighed to himself to my bewilderment.

I directed him to my house but the conversation in between didn't go too far. I was worried about making him upset again so I didn't dare ask about California, even though I wanted to know everything.

I made him stop a few houses short of mine in case my Dad was home and turned to him, "Thanks Billy, I really appreciate it." As I sat there grateful, but still soaked to my bone, not sure if I would ever feel warmth again.

"No problem Princess, anytime."

I left him with a smile and thankfully the rain has subsided slightly, so I could wait for him to drive off before making my way two houses down from where he had dropped me off. I stepped through the threshold of my front door, had barely taken a step when he was already there; bottle in hand and standing in the shadows, we never really opened our curtains anymore, "Who was that?" His voice was low, threatening.

"Who?" Mine was far too high.

"Don't play stupid with me Y/N. The boy, dropping you off. You have a boyfriend now? I thought we talked about dating." He wasn't protective, like any other Dad would be, he was controlling and his words were harsh.

"No. Not my boyfriend," My voice shook and I cursed myself, he was like a predator, he could sense weakness, "Just someone from school, gave me a ride because of the rain."

It was hopeless though, the poison had infiltrated his logic and I knew he wouldn't believe me. He took two strides towards me and before I could blink my back was slammed against my escape route, his rough hand around my throat.

"Don't, lie to me, Y/N. I better not see you whoring yourself out again, do you understand me?" Still he didn't shout, and I think that scared me more. I could feel his fingers curled around my neck, pressing into my flesh, as I tried to nod a yes.

"What was that?" He tilted his head so his ear was closer to my mouth wanting a verbal answer.

"Yes." I let out the broken word, holding back my tears, I never gave him to satisfaction of seeing my cry and I wasn't about to start today.

"Good." Was all he replied as he let go, turning away with a swig of his bottle and not giving me a second glance.

I fled to my bedroom, knowing a line had been crossed, knowing everything was spiralling downwards and the only thing that could stop it was my eighteenth birthday; but that was still six months away.

I curled up in my duvet, tears streaming down my face, sobs muffled into my pillow, wondering which of my scarves I could wear to school the next day.

I’m so nervous, please let me know your thoughts ♥

Tags: @infinitelycharmed23 @wearemightyghosts @kingbouji3 @dacremontgomerylover 

[ferrariinchident]

Hello! Hope you’re all doing amazing this fine race week!

This one is for the binoholics… (so if you’re not one no problem I appreciate you have a fantastic day, keep scrolling xoxo)

I’ve been working on a fic for a lil while now and have a few chapters down. I was wondering if anyone would want to give it a read so far? Just so I can get a bit of feedback :) 💖

Let me know if you want to give it a read and I’ll send you the doc xx

[zelinkslullaby]

Rereads an amazing fanfiction I love and immediately feels like garbage because I cant stop comparing my stuff to it and others AND because I feel like this in the first place...

Is my stuff at all good? Ever? Cause I'm in such a rut and i honestly dont know anymore...

[icallhimjoey]

Today He Loved You Extra

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader part one - part two

Summary: You are an Independent Woman™ but overestimate yourself. You hurt yourself because although very strong, you’re also a dumb bitch and Joe takes care of you. CW / disclaimer: mention of blood, mention of fingernail missing, rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, mention of Joe's mother and stepdad (i do not know these people obviously, so everything is very made up) (as is joe btw) (you get it)

Author’s note: did my best to very quickly write a second part to this after getting requests for it - i LOVE your feedback, very muchly appreciated

Word count: 4k ————————————————————————————  “Come on, you can cry in the car,” Joe said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing you tight, guiding you out of the building. And so you did. They were mostly frustration-tears at this point, but you let them flow, happy to get them out of your system. Joe drove, one hand firmly around your thigh, thumb rubbing up and down to soothe you. When you noticed Joe wasn’t driving back to your apartment, you turned your head to look at him. He noticed but kept his eyes on the road.    “Mum made us lunch,” he reached to grab your hand and pulled it towards his mouth to kiss it. 

You let your head fall back against the headrest and sobbed. 

Whilst you’d been trying to your best not to cry in the doctor’s office, Joe had sent a photo of the waiting room into a family group-chat. His mother had immediately called him. She’d been adamant you’d come over for lunch just to take that off of your hands. 

Mum made us lunch. 

The love radiating from the short statement was exactly the wrong thing to hear in this emotional state. Joe’s hand clasped onto your thigh for the rest of the drive, and you held onto his wrist, only shortly letting go every now and then to wipe your wet face dry.   

Stepping inside, the smell of good food hit you and both you and Joe inhaled deeply. You were greeted by an incredibly excited dog, who you bent over to pet. 

“Sunday roast,” Joe whispered, practically drooling. 

“That’s for later, love,” Joe’s mum greeted you, pulling Joe in for a hug first, a quick short embrace. She then pushed him further into the house before hugging you. His mother’s comment made him pout. “We’ve got chicken club sandwiches for now, crisps on the side,” she squeezed your shoulders after pulling back from your embrace.

“Darling,” she started, giving you a look.

“It’s nothing.” You were quick to try to minimize her pity, showing her your bandaged finger. “I can take the bandage off when it gets annoying, a plaster will do fine after,” you smiled, doing your absolute best to not have her worry over you. But she scanned your face, your eyes red-rimmed and a bit glassy still. She rubbed both your arms roughly, warming the skin, and said, “Must have hurt.” And she was right. It had hurt. 

Her hands found your face, thumbs rubbing the rough skin under your eyes, and you dropped the act for just a second. Your eyebrows scrunched up, and she hugged you again, tighter this time. You just stood there for a while. 

“Listen poppet, Joe can do things,” she started, making you laugh. 

“I know,” you simply said, knowing what she meant, and not wanting to argue.

“Let him!” 

“I’ll try.” 

There were sandwiches on the table outside in the garden, and the two of you joined Joe and his stepdad. Joe had his phone out and was swiping through his gallery, showing him your kitchen. The place looked like an IKEA warehouse. Flat-packs everywhere, surrounded by tools strewn about. But a couple of new cabinets in their new spots were really stealing focus. Joe's stepdad gave advice on what to tell the builders to do. 

“She’s renovating this herself!” Joe beamed, leaving his stepdad to look at you over his glasses as you sat down at the table.

“The whole thing?”

“Well, I’m trying.”

“Have you done this before?”

“Nope. Hence…” you lifted your bandaged finger and pointed at it. 

The expression on his face didn’t change, but a rattly deep inhale filled the air with judgement. You all understood his trail of thought. Do you even know what you’re doing? 

But you just smiled as Joe leant in to kiss you on the cheek. He was proud of you, and you could feel it radiate from his body. 

“This looks fantastic,” he quickly changed the subject, complimenting his mother on lunch before taking the water decanter and filling both your glasses.

Lunch was good, clearly food made with love. Eating with your non-dominant hand wasn’t very practical, but you had made sure every last crumb had made it into your mouth. 

The August sun was beaming down on you, and Joe had slid his sunglasses from their position in his hair onto his nose. He looked sexy, you thought. Even stuffing his face with bread and crisps, the salty grease of them leaving his lips shiny – still sexy. 

No one let you help clean up afterwards. “Don’t worry, darling, we’ve got it.” His mother had said, looking at both men and ushering them to clean up after themselves, bringing the dishes inside and stacking everything neatly into the dishwasher. You took a silent blissful moment to yourself, lifting your face up towards the sun and closing your eyes. You loved summer. It brought out tiny little freckles on your nose that would fade fast come autumn, not to be seen again until the next year.

You heard chatter inside, but it was too far away from you to follow the conversation. You turned to look into the kitchen and saw Joe hugging his mother again. A sweet moment shared between mother and son, him patting her on the back until she pulled away and gave a wet kiss to his cheek, making him scrunch his face and wipe it dry with his hand. It wasn’t long before they all joined you outside again.

“So, when are you going to redo your kitchen, eh?” Joe’s stepdad looked at him as Joe lit a cigarette.

“It’s all good fun, pretending to be different people in front of cameras,” his mother put down an ashtray in front of her son and tutted at her husband as he hinted at Joe not having a real job. 

Joe didn’t bite though, instead raising your arm and squishing it with his big hands. “I won’t need to do any hard labour for the rest of my life, look at these guns!” The sentence barely made it out of his mouth, his cigarette clutched between his lips. It made all of you laugh.

The rest of my life, Joe’d said. The comment made you swoon.

“Joe’s too busy getting all these callbacks anyway,” you switched focus to him, Joe’s demeanor instantly shy but his smile spread wide as he tipped some ash from his cigarette into the ashtray. His mother was immediately on his case about it. What parts? For theatre? TV? Film? What locations? Abroad? Joe undersold his success – you knew he’d gotten a part he had to turn down because of scheduling conflicts with another project he’d gotten a part in. First world problems - ones lovely to have. But Joe didn’t mention it. Too humble for his own good.

On your drive back to your place, Joe had looped his arm around yours and cradled your bandaged hand close to his chest. It was impractical, you had to lean over the center-console quite a bit to sit comfortably, but it was very cute. He made sure he held your finger upright so it wouldn't hurt as much.

“Thanks,” you suddenly said, the word out of your mouth before your brain could fully catch up. 

“You’re welcome.” Joe responded, almost automatically, followed by a silence. 

“For what?” he then whispered loudly out the side of his mouth, making you laugh.

“Just…” you shrugged. “Everything today. All of it.” 

“Hmmm,” Joe nodded slowly, then inhaled sharply through his teeth. “Not sure what you mean exactly, gonna have to be more specific with me sweetheart.” Cheeky. You shoved him slightly with your arm, not too much since he was driving.

“You’re welcome.” He was sincere that time, voice much softer.

It wasn't much later that you were back at it in your kitchen. A bead of sweat rolled slowly from the back of your neck down your spine. You could feel it disappear into your top, your focus elsewhere. Your grip on the drill was as tight as you could manage it, determined not to strip another screw as you held the furniture piece in its correct position until your drill loudly rattled, signaling that the screw couldn’t be twisted any tighter. Hunched on the floor in the middle of your living room, you admired your work as the back of your hand rubbed across your forehead, the gauze covering it catching your sweat.

Getting up out of your crouched position, it felt nice to stretch your legs. You gave the cabinet a nudge, and it felt sturdy, causing a smile to spread across your face. 

You were doing this. 

It wasn’t going very fast, and half the time you realized halfway through doing something that you’d been doing it wrong and needed to start over but… you were doing this.

You looked around, scanning the mess you’d made, and annoyance built but quickly ebbed away as your eye fell onto your boyfriend on the sofa. He had pages of scripts on the coffee table, white paper covering the full surface of it. His headphones were on top of his head, a laptop open on his lap and he was doing research. You could see from where you were stood that he had found a lengthy Wikipedia page to read. Something to do with a character, you were sure. Acting was all fun and games, his stepdad had been right before, but people always forgot the amount of revising it would take. Or, at least, the amount of revising Joe would do. You could never.

Turning your gaze back into the kitchen, your house was overwhelmingly just cardboard boxes ripped to pieces, large and small, styrofoam protection piled in between, tools scattered, rogue screws, torn up little plastic bags, and instruction booklets as well as other random shit like your flipflops, empty RedBull cans and other things you hadn’t bothered to put into its places because you were busy. Building a kitchen. 

You created some space by mindlessly shoving things aside and ripped open another cardboard box revealing a flatpack for a drawer and an instruction booklet. But you could feel the tip of your finger beat underneath its wrapping, and it annoyed you, because you didn’t want to stop. Not yet.

"Do you need some help?"

You hadn’t moved for a bit, and Joe didn't fully trust it. Overwhelmed by mess, you started pushing away even more of it; just enough to put this drawer together.

"No, thanks," your voice was flat. 

It’s not that you didn't need any help, but you didn't want any. The whole point of you redoing your own kitchen was the fact that you were doing it by yourself.

You remembered the look Joe’s stepdad had given you earlier that day. What a fun way to encourage someone, you had thought sarcastically. Joe wasn't sure what you were trying to prove, and to whom, but he accepted your answer and got back to his work.

Except then, it didn’t work. The drawer you had just made wouldn’t fit into your just-built cabinet. 

Why?! You'd already built drawers the other day - you knew how to do this! 

You looked to find the instruction booklet, but it had been eaten by the cardboard pieces that surrounded you. 

"Mother fucker," you swore under your breath. 

Joe didn’t hear it, headphones on, watching a YouTube video of a documentary clearly very important and interesting. So, you tried to push the drawer into its space, applying brutal force, knowing logically that it wouldn't make a difference. Your frustration built. And it was hot. And you were sweating. And you had a painful finger with a stupid bandage wrapped 'round it that kept getting caught on screws and sharp corners and-

Too much. You snapped.   A screwdriver flew across the room.    It didn't hit Joe, but it had come far too close for his liking, flying right across his vision.

"All right," Joe's headphones were quickly removed, laptop shut and script booklet folded back to its cover. You could say you didn't need help. That didn't mean Joe had to believe it. He slapped his knees as he got up from the sofa.

Joe retrieved the screwdriver and found you, lying down on the floor in defeat, all rosy cheeks and wet eyes. Mad. At yourself. Joe hinged at the hips and bent to look you in the eye, his head cocked to the side.  

“Listen, poppet,” Joe spoke, imitating his mother’s accent, giving away he’d been listening to the two of you talk that afternoon.

“Joe can do things.” You huffed a laugh through your nostrils and took Joe's reached out hand to pull you up. “Let him.”

Your boyfriend sat down next to you on the floor and massaged your shoulders to comfort you for a second. He then quickly found the instructions you'd not even bothered to really look for. 

Joe was fast to discover your mistake - a fiddly bit of metal screwed into the wrong predrilled hole. He took the screwdriver, turned to your cabinet, and started undoing whatever you had done minutes before. 

And you let him, sitting behind him and resting your head against his shoulder blade. It made Joe stop moving for a second, and he tried to look back at you when he felt you press your lips to his T-shirt. It was a sweet moment, almost romantic had your body not been pumping with adrenaline still. Joe ruined it by holding his right hand over his left shoulder, his palm open and up to high 5 you. 

"Team work!" he said happily making you grin, and you didn't leave him hanging.

"Hey, I need to go home to get some things," Joe said after fixing the drawer. "I'll pick up some Chinese on my way back?" 

After the door shut behind Joe, you decided to move fast. You wanted to finish the drawers for this cabinet before he got back, knowing it’d make you feel accomplished and fulfilled. It took longer than you’d wanted it to, but Joe had shown you how, and a short while later, there it was. Okay. Good. What now

Tidying.

You started stacking cardboard pieces on top of each other in an attempt to at least create some sort of path in the house. But you weren't sure the growing pile of brown material was a real improvement. You then started kicking tools into a pile, knowing Joe would be so very impressed if he'd walk back in to see your place somewhat in order. 

This part of it, at least. 

You stepped on a screw and yelped, cursing at yourself. 

There’s no time for this. 

Joe didn’t live far from you, he’d be back in no time. But then you noticed the greying gauze on your hand. Dirty. You hadn't wanted to change it until you absolutely needed to, like when you’d shower, hesitant to see what it looked like underneath. 

At the same time, having the nasty gauze shove Chinese food into your mouth in a little bit was not on. So you decided you’d shower now, leaving your half-finished tasks in the room.  You’d left the bathroom door open just slightly, filling the house with the sound of running water, a sliver of steam slowly pouring into your hallway. 

You hadn’t heard Joe let himself back into your apartment, so you jumped slightly when you suddenly saw a figure open the bathroom door further. 

“Just me,” Joe was already taking his clothes off, and you tried to watch him undress from underneath the hot water stream, eyelashes working hard at keeping water from dripping into your eyes. Joe stepped in, and you moved aside a little, letting him step under the shower-head to wet his body. Your arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and you pushed your cheek against his wet skin of his back, catching cascading water with your face.

“Your bandage!” Joe yelped suddenly when he was about to settle his arms onto yours, grabbing your wrist and trying to pry it off of him to get it out of the direct hit of water. 

You held on tightly though. It was already soaked. Didn’t matter anymore. 

Joe awaited your response, but you didn’t say anything and instead gave him a soft kiss on his back just like you’d done before when you were sat on the kitchen floor. 

Then, Joe scratched a fingernail at the brown tape, and started to unravel the bandage slowly, careful not to hurt you, the wet gauze slowly making its way down until it touched the bath and then dropped completely. He inspected your finger as well as he could, water still pouring down his head. Most of your nail was missing, and there were tiny little scabs on the sides that had been responsible for the dripping blood that had ran down your hand that morning. The skin of it looked angry, bruised dark, and you flinched as the water hit your exposed nail-bed. Joe’s palm wrapped around it tightly, covering it completely before turning around to face you.

“Doesn’t look half bad,” he said, squeezing his fist a few times before opening his hand to let you see it for yourself. You frowned at the sight. “Gross.”

Joe used both hands to push your hair back, tilting your head backwards in his strokes and leaning in for a kiss. When you tried to pull back, Joe didn’t let you, instead building intensity. His mouth opened as hot breaths escaped his lips onto yours. One of his strong hands found your neck and some of his fingers curled around your jaw. His other hand lingered on the small of your back, squeezing into your side with his thumb. 

Joe would sometimes just suddenly need to kiss you like that. You’d share nothing more than little quick pecks for days, and then suddenly, he would decide that little pecks wouldn’t do. Not enough. He’d need more of your mouth.

Sometimes he’d do it at the most inappropriate of times: just before you were headed out to meet a friend. Or right before he’d have a meeting, shooting himself in the foot. It would leave both of you horned up, bruised mouths, having to hold off for hours until you’d see each other again. It was the cruelest form of foreplay.

And this had been one of those times. You knew there was food in the house that was cooling down fast. You had just wanted to quickly rinse off the day and had planned to be out of the shower by now.

“Jesus,” you panted, finally breaking free from Joe. “I just quickly wanted to wash my hair.” You poked Joe’s side, making him flinch into his muscles there in a knee-jerk reaction. Joe reached for the shower gel, squeezed some into his open palm before rubbing them together aggressively, stepping aside slightly to let you have a turn under the shower-head. Your back was facing him when he started massaging the suds onto your neck and shoulders. You relaxed under his touch, head hanging down low, the warm water hitting the back of it. You just focused on Joe’s hands, eyes closed, mouth opened slightly to be able to breathe. You heard another shampoo bottle open when Joe’s hands left your body momentarily, a couple of seconds later, you found them placed evenly around your skull, tilting it backwards before he started washing your hair. Joe massaged you with much more care than you’d seen him treat his own scalp, his fingers firm, but movements slow.

“I never want to wash my own hair ever again,” you felt yourself slowly turn into a puddle under his touch, making Joe grin to himself.

The two of you gave each other turns under the shower-head, your dance in and out of the stream entertaining the two of you. This shower was too small for two people to actually shower in at the same time. It would always leave one person shivering on the side. When Joe thought you took too long getting the shampoo out of your hair, he towered over you to wash his face, most of the water completely missing you as a result. 

You helped him by using both your hands to wipe across his facial features, carefully caressing his closed eyes. When Joe moved back, you were surprised by the water suddenly hitting you in the face as you’d been looking up at your boyfriend. Joe copied your moves, slowly wiping your face clean of invisible dirt, thumbs stroking down your eyelashes.

Joe got out of the shower before you did, and when you were sure your hair was free of shampoo, you turned the tap and got out as well. Joe greeted you, already dried off and in his boxers, holding open a big towel for you to step into as he wrapped it around your shoulders, automatically hugging you in the process. You shivered slightly, tucking your chin into the towel until it covered your mouth too. The cool air coming in through the door from the hallway gave you goosebumps, and you looked up at Joe through wet eyelashes clumped together as he pulled back from his embrace. 

"Handsome." you said slightly muffled by the towel. 

"Pretty." he replied before kissing you on the forehead and letting go off you completely, stepping out of the bathroom to get into some comfortable clothes fit for a night on the sofa.

“Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn…” you used his full name, shock in your voice as you stepped back into the living room freshly showered. 

Joe was stood by the opened back door, leaning in its frame as he was watching TV. The sun behind him silhouetted him, one hand in the pocket of his sweats, the other guiding a cigarette to his lips. 

Your voice surprised him and he instantly stepped back, knowing you didn’t allow smoking in the house. But your scolding wasn’t for the smell of smoke which had wafted into the place. Joe had finished what you’d started and tidied the room.

Tools were neatly placed into the toolbox, cardboard neatly flattened and stacked ready for recycling, no mess and no lone screws waiting to be stepped on. Joe had moved dinner to the coffee table where two plates, take-out boxes and two glasses of wine awaited you.

“How long did I take?” you joked, raking your hands through your wet hair to detangle as much as possible. 

“Only a couple of minutes,” Joe finished his cigarette and stepped back into his previous position; shoulder touching the doorframe, hands in pockets and head cocked to the side. Smiling at you, one eye squeezed shut; the light outside still bright. The cutest. Sometimes you really fancied your boyfriend, as if your crush was new and butterflies would take you by surprise.

You noticed the small first aid kit on your sofa. Joe followed your eyes. 

“Ah yes, come here,” one of his arms stuck out to find yours, the other reaching for the kit and placing it on top of his lap as he sat down, pulling you down next to him. He dug around for a second and his fingers found clean gauze and tape. “A plaster should do,” you said, inspecting your own finger, only then noticing it had started bleeding again. You hadn’t been careful enough when drying off.

Joe disagreed.

“You rearrange the bed in your sleep.” He made a fair point. 

Your body seemed to need to find a different better position to rest in every couple of minutes in your slumber. Sometimes Joe thought your body didn’t know what comfortable was and would keep searching for it throughout the night. Joe would know to fall asleep before you, or he'd be awake for hours.

You knew he was right. The risk of you hurting yourself when dreaming was greater than when you were conscious, and so you didn’t argue when he took your hand and clamped your arm under his own to give him full access to wrap your finger up. You hovered slightly behind him, just able to look ‘round his shoulders at what he was doing. Joe was gentle, his wrapping not too tight, but tight enough so it wouldn't unfurl too easily. 

“Thank you, Joey,” you forced yourself a moment of sincerity. 

“Today, I love you extra.”  part one 

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Wayne thought perhaps Eddie had a cold after the third sniffle sounded from behind Eddie's closed bedroom door, and made a mental note to check the date on the back of the medicine bottle left over from the previous time sickness had struck the Munsons down.

But then he heard a muffled sob, followed by a whimper and a sniffle and then -

Wayne was up and out of his seat in seconds. Didn't hesitate as he rapped with a knuckle on the bedroom door. "Eddie?"

A rough sniffle, a quiet, "shit, shit" and then rustling before the door cracked open. Eddie looked rough; his eyes all red, his cheeks damp and sticky with tears, skin blotchy, some hair stuck to his face where he'd roughly smeared tears across his skin.

Wayne suppressed a sigh, motioned towards the bed as he let himself in, sat down with Eddie. He didn't say anything; Eddie would open up when he was ready to, and not before. If Wayne tried to pry, Eddie would put his walls back up so fast he'd never know that Eddie was ready and willing to let them down in the first place.

His blue eyes were soft as he looked at the boy he had raised so well - given the circumstances, Eddie had turned out beautifully - and Eddie cracked yet again, turning his head away so Wayne could only see the dark curtain of Eddie's hair. He pinched the bridge of his nose and Wayne let him hide in himself.

He'd come out of his shell when he was ready - clearly, he wanted to talk. If Eddie didn't want to, he would have left the room or otherwise made it known.

"Do you - " Eddie exhaled roughly, shook his head, his hair brushing the tops of his shoulders, "believe them?"

Wayne winced, immediately knowing what Eddie was referring to.

Freak. Cult leader. Dangerous. Devil worshipper. Drug dealer.

Only one of those things were true; Wayne didn't necessarily approve of it, but Eddie had his reasons and he trusted him. He defended Eddie against ignorant people every day and now he had to defend Eddie on his own behalf... it put a bitter taste in his mouth but he swallowed it down, focused on his Eddie. His kind, sweet, greatly misunderstood boy.

Wayne shook his head. "No, son. You know I don't."

Eddie choked and his head whipped around to look at his Uncle, eyes wide, glistening with tears.

Wayne continued. Had to hammer the moment home.

"You're innocent." At Eddie's incredulous look, Wayne smirked, "I've seen you cry at Bambi, my boy. It's just not in your nature to be what the town says." Wayne shrugged easily, raising his arm as he saw Eddie shuffling over. His boy folded himself into Wayne's side and Wayne rubbed his hand up and down Eddie's arm, squeezing him in a half hug.

Eddie sniffled and leaned his head on Wayne's shoulder, dark curls spilling over red and blue plaid. They stayed there together for long enough that Eddie stopped crying into Wayne's shoulder and slumped down until his head was on his lap. Wayne's hands found Eddie's hair and brushed his fringe away.

"More'n you know, Eddie." Wayne patted Eddie's shoulder, "You're more'n you know. S'bout time someone showed you."

Eddie wiped a hand over his face, sat up and gave Wayne a shaky smile. It was full of gratitude and affection, soaked his next words. "You do, dad. Every day."

Wayne's heart squeezed and now he was the one who wanted to cry.

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Much like my Friday Thankfulness Posts (that I do when I remember/ when I need to meditate on positives to not kill people), it is the end of the year and I am once again hugely, hugely thankful. 

New Year blessings to everyone that has followed and supported my writing/edits this year. My productivity fell through the floor (as compared to 2016) but looking back I’m still (fairly) pleased with what I achieved. 

Special mention to those wonderful people that read and reviewed Heathens, (the fic expansion that I finished earlier this year). I don’t believe I have ever done anything more difficult than writing that story. Seeing it completed gives me a sense of pride I didn’t know I was capable of feeling about myself. 

My updates may have been fewer (and further in between) but most of that was down to redrafting projects I saddled myself with. Despite questioning whether it was worth rehauling Pictures of You or Reflector there is nothing like not having to wince every time I get a notification!

Thank you to everyone that gave feedback on Toothpaste Kisses it was my first multi-chapter in the new year, my first Sirimione, my first fic to win an award and the most reviews I have had per chapter for any WIP. The experience was insane in the best possible way. 

For those of you that have been waiting for Part Two of Air (forever) since April, thank you for your continued patience and words of encouragement. I finally have an outline of where I’m going that hasn’t been set on fire (I literally did that to the last draft) and I am hoping to begin posting again in Jan. 

Thank you to the wonderful people at @fairestoftherare facebook group who hosted an amazing comp this year, the first one I have ever entered. I may have bitten my nails away to nothing but I had the most amazingly positive experience and their group page is one of my favourite places to get recs in the fandom. 

Thank you to wonderful @kreeblimsabs @synoir @nauticalparamour for asking me to alpha/beta read for them this year. There is little I enjoy more - or find more inspiring - than watching the process of amazing writers and being trusted to offer feedback.

So in summary, thank you muchly for everything peeps. I appreciate every one of you more than you will ever know.  

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