#folded faster than a beach chair

[venting402]

I’m a goner for this man

Credit: it’s a screen shot from this gif 👇

[multifandommilfs]

Plan No Longer

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x reader

Wc: 1305

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Thanking @walshies for the side pics, they are my main inspiration :D

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You were planning. You told yourself you were ready, but your heart was still planning, causing your fingers to toy perpetually with the little velvet ring box in your coat. 

 

Addison was just beside you as the waves lapped at the beach, the horizon moulding into one with the sky, dark and vast, they stretched out beyond your eyes could fathom, unpredictable. 

 

You felt the silky texture beneath your fingertips, your heart beating raggedly in your chest. Addison let out a content noise resembling a purr as she sank into the beach chair, her left hand, fingers ringless and bare, folded easily with yours like a thousand times before. You wondered if she would still look at you the same way tonight, after you asked her the most important question of your life.

 

Your mind whirred back to when she first held your hand, though you couldn't quite remember anything except for the feeling of warmth running through your veins. Your chase for the memory led you back to when you first met her.

 

Unpredictable was when you met Addison. 

 

It was a busy day at Seattle Grace Hospital, people were rolling in on stretchers, and the bus-car accident was to blame. You knocked your way through multitudes of nurses and doctors, breath in your throat. Your pager was incessant. It's pace felt faster even with every stretch your legs made to the OR for your unscheduled neurosurgery.

 

Your feet trampled down the flight of stairs, not bothering to take the stretcher-packed elevators. "Page Addison Montgomery!" Was the first thing you heard at the scrub station.

 

"Sorry?!" You hollered, and Derek whipped his head towards you so harshly that you were afraid his brain-deep hands might hit something important. "Page Addison Montgomery! The patient is pregnant, and she's haemorrhaging! Page her! " 

 

"Page her yourself, Shepherd! I've never worked with pediatrics!" You rushed over, perspiration already forming on your forehead as you took over his position and requested O blood bags when the ECG monitor began to hasten evidently. 

 

"She's going into V-Fib L/n! Administer-" 

 

"Shepherd, call that paediatrician now!" Your voice rose, forcing him to relent his role. "CPR, oxygen, charge up the defibrillator. "You delegated the job to nurses as you started to control the haemorrhage. 

 

It felt like forever before the said paediatrician finally barged into the OR, panting and tired. She immediately captured your line of sight as she put up all the necessary lines and monitored the baby as if she were only working on muscle memory, as if you weren't doing the same right now, watching her and suturing, letting the needle glide through the skin from right to left.

 

With the Dura mater sutured closed, you moved onto the scalp. The race in your heart was for a completely different reason, and it may or may not have to do with the utterly stunning woman before you.

 

"How's the mother's progress?" The new voice made your heart swoon and your eyes flicker upward to catch her blazing red hair. No matter, the forceps in your hands remained steadfast, just like how you were trained to have your head clear and precise during panic. Your eyes averted back to your hands. Her eyes were a ladened weight on you.

 

"I've stopped the bleeding and her BP is steady."You notified her of what you knew, though you weren't sure if another v-fib might trigger due to her pregnancy.

 

"But?" Her question made you scrutinize her before she shrugged. "I know that mildly concerned tone, I've used it myself." She gave you a smile, proud of herself for analysing you.

 

You let out an impressed scoff and told her what you assumed would happen as she listened more intently than any doctor you've ever met, her teeth baring slightly to take in her lower lip. You glanced away as you finished closing the patient up, hurrying to scrub out as fast as possible because the woman in front of you was causing a wreck in your previously tranquil train of thoughts.

 

She had a skip in her steps when she met you at the scrub station. Turning on the faucet, she spoke, "I'm aware you don't know who I am." You focused on washing the soap off your arms. "That's charming, am I supposed to?" 

 

Her brows raised a touch at your sarcasm before the realisation hit her."No! No, no! That's totally not what I meant. I-I'm not egotistical or narcissistic or whatever you think I am now—I mean I kind of am, all surgeons are, but like- " She stopped mid-sentence, mentally kicking herself for being an awkward, stuttering mess. "I only wanted to make small talk or... whatever." 

 

You dried off your arms, leaning against the sink as you surveyed her. She looked away, a tint of blush rising up her cheeks. You smiled, yielding to your wants. "Would that whatever be something like...a date?" 

 

Her gaze whipped over to you, red high on her cheekbones. She wrung her hands and untied her surgical cap, freeing her hair over her shoulders in an elegant shake of her head. "If you want it to be." 

 

You inched closer, lips pursing in faux contemplation. "I don't think I want it." Her smile faltered.

 

"I think I'll need it to be a date." You gushed before she could turn away, or worse, apologise. 

 

Her eyes sparkled genuinely. "Addison Montgomery." 

 

The next four months were history.

 

Until right now. Right now, you hold the future in your hands. And you didn't know whether to be excited or nervous about it.

 

You coughed, trying to unlodge the hesitation in your throat, which garnered Addison's attention. "Are you cold?" She asked, but she was already slipping off her sweater to drape it around your frame. 

 

Just like that, there was no more hesitation, no more blue-screen in your heart. You took a full moment to register it—your heart was actually ready after weeks of reluctance at how much detail she noticed about you.

 

"Y/n, are you-" 

 

"Willyoumarryme?" The words just tumbled past your lips without prior warning. 

 

"What?" 

 

"Marry me. Marry me." You scrambled, clumsily to your feet, still grasping her hand. "I know there's no fancy lights, no candlelit dinner but- that's my everyday with you; you are my fancy lights, you are my candlelit dinner, you are- you are everything I could possibly have-" 

 

"I-" she stammered, tears pooling in her irises. For a moment, your lower lip trembled when it faced the possibility of rejection. Perhaps she wasn't ready, just like Yang and you were Burke, too fast. Your heart sank and sank and sank, falling so deep into the pits of your stomach that you let your tears coat your vision. 

It took a while moment and you thought you lost at life.

 

Then her signature smile ran across her lips and stayed there, tears slipped from her crinkled eyes. "You're asking me to marry you." A statement you nodded fervently to, and your heart was already soaring seeing her happiness. "You're asking me to marry you!" High-pitched, she laughed, like bells ringing, and launched herself to you, toppling the both of you right into the sand. 

 

Your laughter trailed hers until your chest hurt, so you just gripped her tightly, everything you have, needed and wanted, all in one handful. "I'm asking you to marry me." You let out an amazed breath, not quite believing yourself for being so lucky.

"We're married," she breathed, looking at you in wonder. "I'm married to you." It was a feeling that was all too surreal at the same time that something clicked perfectly in her life.

 

The ring, a merely a symbol of marriage, was forgotten. The truth of it was that you were already wearing your marriage on your hearts.

[whatavery]

Malibu (Comm)

Stepping out of the car gave Mordecai a sense of relief he hadn't felt in months. The California heat was bad enough in itself, but it was like torture inside the car, even with the windows opened. Mordecai's driver didn’t seem to mind, but he was also dressed considerably lighter than he was. Despite the heat, Mordecai still dressed like a civilized man, though he had decided to opt out of wearing his jacket.

The car had come to stop by a strip next to a rocky mountainside, many cars parked all around them. Looking to the right of the road, Mordecai could see the ocean, hear the distant swooshing of the waves crashing up on the shore. The white beach was a nothing like the banks of the Mississippi River, the sky was more blue than he had ever recalled seeing it at home. People were walking on the beach, some were swimming, others were enjoying assorted frivolous activities on the sand.

Mordecai had rolled his sleeves up for his own comfort before he retrieved his suitcases from the back of the car and paid his driver. He turned the other way, gazing up at the hotel that was built into the mountainside. It was architecture like he'd never seen it before, which he found both strange and yet intriguing.

Once he'd crossed the road, Mordecai ascended the upwards sloping path leading up to the hotel where a sign with the hotel’s name greeted him – the Mariel Hotel. How wonderfully ironic. Perhaps it was Delilah's idea of a joke…. The hotel’s facade had the same color as the sands of the beach below. It wasn't a very tall building, and it was a far cry from the Maribel Hotel. Mordecai could hardly complain about that, given the feelings he'd come to associate with that place.

Each step up the path made Mordecai's heart beat faster; not from exhaustion, but from knowing he was being brought closer to her.

Once he'd asked at the front desk, Mordecai made his way to where her room would be – room 212. He climbed the steps to the second floor with bated breath. The building was nice, clean, and well maintained, the open windows allowed a lovely draft could keep it cool. Suitcases in hand, Mordecai's green eyes traced over the doors on the left side of the hallway.

202… 204… 206… He counted in his head, and by the time he stood in front of her door, his heart was racing. Mordecai hesitated for only a moment before knocking.

“COME IN, IT’S OPEN!” Mordecai gave a start, his fur standing on end when he heard Delilah shouting at the top of her lungs from within. Looking scandalized, Mordecai opened the door and stepped into her room. It was a quaint little space, though Delilah had left it in quite a state. Every chair there had a dress or other article of clothing draped over it. Did the idea of folding and storing her clothes elsewhere never occur to her?

“Mordecai?” he heard her voice from the closed door that no doubt led to the bathroom, accompanied by splashing.

“Yes, it’s me,” he responded as he put his suitcases down by the front door. He looked around her messy room.

“You’re here a whole two minutes after you said you'd be here – you’re startin’ to get sloppy,” he heard her calling in a playful voice as he set about tidying up. The wardrobe near the windows overlooking the mountainside would hold her dresses as he put them on hangers. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Actually, I arrived at the hotel before then,” Mordecai noted calmly. He still remembered being able to call her for the first time shortly after arriving in California. Hearing her voice then had been like a reunion in itself. Hearing it now through her bathroom door, as odd as it was, made Mordecai feel infinitely more relaxed.

“How was the journey?” Mordecai had settled near the window by the time Delilah made an appearance. The tuxedo cat turned and gave a start, immediately averting his gaze as she wore nothing but a towel around her body. He heard her chuckling as she went to get dressed. “What was it like to fly?”

“Long, tiring, horrendously unpleasant for the most part, actually… Especially flying…” he replied in his driest of tones, trying to purge the mental image of the lovely Siamese like that. Granted, he had seen her in rather… bold dresses before. He sighed and felt the corners of his mouth tug themselves upwards, despite himself. His heart skipped a beat as he almost gasped, “But it was worth it.”

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Mordecai… did not like this. Sure, having Delilah by his side was nice, even if he wouldn't normally enjoy someone holding onto his arm this way. That wasn't even the worst part – the worst part was walking through the sand barefooted. He didn’t like the way the sand scorched the soles of his feet or the way the tiny grains got between his toes and stuck in his fur.

But for her, he'd put up with it.

Seagulls were sailing over the blue waves on thermal winds, and they had passed several people. The bright sand reflected the sunlight so much that Mordecai found himself squinting. Delilah had taken to wearing sunglasses along with a thin, red beach dress. It had a golden pattern on the front that reminded Mordecai of the details one might see on a circus ringmaster’s attire. He supposed it was fitting for her as a performer. A large, flowing sunhat rested upon her curly, red locks, whereas Mordecai hadn't changed attire, save for removing his shoes and socks at her behest.

“Is it always this hot out?” Mordecai asked as they passed another couple, who was playing around in the surf. Despite the cool ocean breeze, the sun’s merciless warmth was quite unbearable, given that there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Malibu truly was beautiful, even if he wasn't so sure he preferred it over St. Louis. He was no stranger to the sea, having lived on the East Coast, but beaches like this were new to him.

“It is on most days. I like it, though,” Delilah said, giving his arm a squeeze. Looking her over, Mordecai had to admit, she seemed to have adjusted quite nicely to the West Coast life. He supposed a southern girl would. She looked more at home here than in St. Louis. She seemed happier than he remembered her…

“And you’re staying in this hotel?” Mordecai cast a glance over his shoulder towards the Mariel Hotel in the distance. He wasn't sure he liked the idea of Delilah here all by her lonesome. He knew she could take care of herself, but a hotel hardly seemed like the most stable living conditions.

“Oh, it’s only temporary,” she reassured him, before guiding him along. “I’m saving up for something more permanent. I only do big shows now, Mordecai – not singing in hotels like I used to, or…”

“The other stuff…” They had never actually talked about that much, but Mordecai had known about her side business, thanks to her former boss. He didn’t like thinking about that more than he had to, but he just nodded. “Do you ever…?”

“No.”

“Oh. Good…” Delilah gave Mordecai a funny look when he responded. He felt his cheeks flushing under his fur, but he chalked that up to the heat all around. If he were actually blushing in this heat, surely he'd have a heatstroke… Despite himself, Mordecai gently relinquished his arm and instead took her by the hand. “You deserve better…”

Hand in hand, they continued down the beach, though Mordecai nearly dropped his shoes in surprise when the surf touched their feet. The sudden coolness of the water certainly made him jump, and gave Delilah a good laugh.

By the time they returned to the hotel, the sun had started to set finally. Walking up the beach with Delilah, Mordecai could swear the sun’s last rays seemed to make the red tones of her fur and her hair stand out all the more, like she was glowing.

Waking up beside Delilah was… a strange feeling. Though they simply slept, it was a feeling Mordecai didn’t think he'd ever get used to. He knew their time together was fleeting, but he tried to make the most of the few days they had together. The second day flew by, however. They drove into town together and spent the entire day there.

Over dinner at a restaurant, Mordecai realized that spending time with Delilah again was simultaneously the best and the worst thing he could think of. While he enjoyed their time together, just walking and talking, the knowledge that he would be leaving again soon…

Mordecai tried his best to push those thoughts from his mind. It wasn't until they went to bed that night that the thoughts came back to him again.

“Delilah?” he asked the darkness as he listened to the distant sound of the waves crashing up on the beach. It was faint, much like the sound of Delilah's breathing, but he could hear it clearly through the open windows.

“Mordecai?” she asked playfully. He could hear her turning on the mattress they shared. He turned to look at her in the dark, barely able to see her outline, hear her breathing, feel her gaze upon his own silhouette.

“What if… How would you feel about if I stayed for another few days?” When Mordecai didn’t get an answer, he felt himself panicking slightly. “I could just stay in town. I don’t mean to impede on your work, or get in the way, but…”

He stopped when he felt Delilah's kiss on his cheek, felt her barely clad form wrapped in the thin blanket press up against him. Words failed him as she took his hand in the dark. She said nothing, but he knew what that meant.

Mordecai didn’t fall asleep immediately, he stayed up, thinking. What if he did do it? What if he just stayed here and didn’t go back to St. Louis? Could they make that work? He could get a job here, surely… something more stable and proper than the work he did for Marigold, surely. But would she even want that? Did Delilah want him to throw everything he had away for her?

When they walked along the beach the next day, Mordecai grasped her hand so tightly he had to keep himself from accidentally hurting her. He felt like a young man again, a runaway on a train, trying to frantically put his mind at ease while sensing danger behind every turn. Today, he wasn't running from a person, but from time itself.

Whenever Mordecai gazed upon Delilah, he was both reminded of why he had come here, and why he didn’t want to leave. Traveling back and forth was a Herculean task that Mordecai wasn't sure he cared to repeat too frequently, though getting to see Delilah was more than enough to make up for it… but was it sustainable?

They didn’t walk far along the beach today. Mordecai guided Delilah to the water’s edge where the waves caressed their feet, the damp sand feeling considerably more pleasant than the warmer sand further up the beach.

When Mordecai finally found himself in the car, he felt as though no time had passed at all. He felt as though he had just arrived in Malibu minutes ago and was already leaving. Mordecai wished he had it in him to make a decision and tell her that he was staying whether she liked it or not. But who was he to say that? He had his own job, his own responsibilities… This had been but a small respite from all of that.

“Wait…” Mordecai told the driver, before he stepped out. Delilah hadn't gone anywhere, thankfully. He moved to her and embraced her, despite himself. Every instinct in his body was fighting him, but he wanted to show her this last act of warmth, before he left.

He knew this was the last chance he would ever get to say anything, but as he pulled back and looked at her, Mordecai noticed how shiny her eyes were. She was even trembling slightly in his arms, despite the warmth.

Mordecai couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He realized that saying nothing was showing her mercy; he didn’t want to make this harder than it already was for her. But even as he stared into those watery, blue eyes, he knew there was no need.

They both knew, even if neither of them had ever spoken those three words to the other.

[gridgirldrabbles]

Bestie can I just ask for a drabble on Pierre with anything beach/yacht sex related because he’s obsessed with how you look in a bikini and he just gets rock hard at the sight 😮‍💨

-gaslysgirl

you were currently laying on the deck of the yacht pierre had rented for a few days, trying to catch a tan in the gorgeous Mediterranean sun. your boyfriend and the friends he’d brought with him were messing around in the ocean, throwing each other in and doing flips off the side. no matter how old they get, boys will be boys. you were so engrossed in the book you’d been reading that you didn’t notice pierre walking up behind you until his frame cast a shadow over your figure. your eyes flicked up to find pierre blocking the sun, the rays shining around him making him look ethereal. the fact he was also dripping wet helped.

‘I like your bikini,’ he said, signature smirk plastered on his tanned features. your body was clad in a small but extremely flattering two piece, bright red with ties that held it together on the sides of your hips and behind your back. ‘thank you,’ you replied, as innocently as you could. you knew exactly why he’d come over and it would undoubtedly be your favourite part of the day. so far, in your entire relationship, pierre hadn’t been able to be around you for more than half an hour in a bikini before he had you bent over and begging for his cock. ‘I think it would look better on the floor though,’ you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped over his cheesy pick up line and the sparkle in pierre’s eyes told you it had had the intended effect on you.

he held out his hand towards you to help you up, and as soon you were on your feet he was lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist, lips searching for your own. the kiss was blistering and you could feel his hard on settled against your core already, and you couldn’t help but smile at the effect you had on him. he sat himself down on the chair you’d been occupying, ‘we don’t have much time,’ he spoke in between kisses before his tongue brushed against your own. you knew everyone would be back up on the deck soon so you had to get on with it. pierres fingers made their way under the material of your bikini bottoms, brushing through your folds and collecting your wetness to run circles around your clit. ‘this wet for me already, huh?’ all you could do was whimper at his words, the pleasure already making your mind go fuzzy. ‘I need you to fuck me, pierre.’ he didn’t need to be told twice.

he slipped his cock out of his swim trunks as he shifted your bottoms to the side, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit as you whined at his teasing. as much as he would’ve liked to make you cum on his tongue and his fingers right there, he knew you didn’t have time. he lowered you slowly onto his cock, both of your groaning at the contact. he gave you a second to adjust before his hands gripped your hips and started guiding your movements. pierre leaned forward to move your bikini top out the way and took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before gently biting it. you let out a particularly loud moan and his hand shot from your waist to stuff two of his fingers into your mouth to muffle your sounds. ‘do you want us to get caught? you’re such a slut,’ your hips were moving faster, the pleasure becoming unbearable as your clit was brushing against his toned abs. your movements began to stutter as you got closer to your release and pierre decided to take over. his hips began to thrust up to meet yours, skin slapping against skin as your pussy clenched around his cock. you didn’t even have time to warn him before your orgasm was washing over you, yours triggering pierre to his release.

you both slowed your movements as you rode through your orgasm, chests heaving as you kissed each other gently. you heard the laughter of the other boys getting louder so you quickly readjusted yourselves, making it look like the two of you had just been having an innocent cuddle. as everyone got settled you slowly stood up and announced you were going to have a shower, needing to clean yourself up. you sent pierre a wink over your shoulder making everyone laugh and cheer as he got up to follow you, but little did they know that his cum was already dripping into the bikini he loved so much.

[itsonlydana]

"summer nights" ➷ jschlatt

pairing: jschlatt x Reader (fem)

summary: sneaking out with Schlatt was always fun

tags/warning: fluff

words: 3975

song: rollercoaster - bleachers

You were absorbed in one of your books when a little stone flew at your window. The sound of the first stone against the glass made you look up astonished, the second one let a smile spread across your face and at the third one you folded your book and pressed it against your chest, grinning excitedly. Before the fourth stone could fly against your window, you had placed the book on your bedside table next to the shells you had collected with Tommy and Tubbo in the morning, and had swung your legs off the bed to take the few steps to the window and opened it.

"Would you stop picking our path apart?", you called down in a hushed voice to the boy standing in front of your house, holding another stone ready in his right hand. The light from your room fell perfectly, so you could see Schlatt's big grin.

"Don't worry," he answered cockily "I took them from my neighbor's garden. Are you coming down?"

You turned away from the window and waited for a noise in your house. From downstairs in the living room, you could softly hear the TV, but you could be sure Phil had fallen asleep on the sofa. Only silence came from the other rooms, everyone had been pretty exhausted after your trip to the beach today and actually, you would have been asleep by now, but the allure of Schlatt coming to pick you up defeated the tiredness. "So?", Schlatt asked again, urgency in his voice. He was probably afraid that Phil would suddenly come out of the house and chase him away because your father had already expressed his dislike for your and Will's friend many times. To him, Schlatt was just the mayor's cocky son, but to you, he was so much more.

"I’m on my way." You drove your fingers through your hair one last time, checked if the chair you always stuck under the door handle for such evenings was secure and switched off the light. It had become easy for you to climb backward from your window sill to the roof of the garage and from there to slide the last bit down the drain to the gravel path, where Schlatt was waiting for you in the shadow of the house.

This afternoon you had seen him standing in his black suit next to his father at the opening of a new store in town and even though it looked fantastic on him, you liked the shorts and the light blue t-shirt he was wearing now more. As soon as you stood in front of him, he pulled you into a tight hug, as he did every time, where he propped his chin on your head, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He smelled like seawater, the cigarettes his father smoked, and his signature airy scent, which always gave you a warm feeling in your stomach. The two of you ran out of the housing estate, across the small playground where you usually spent your nights on the swings or on the roof of the climbing tower.

"Where are we going today?" you asked when Schlatt ignored the playground and followed the road to the city. Thanks to his long legs, he was basically faster than you, so you had to jump slightly forward every second step to keep up with him. At the corner, where it went either to the beach or to the market square, Schlatt stopped briefly and put an end to the catching up by taking your hand in his.

This small gesture managed to make your loving heart beat an irregular rhythm, to have it hammered against your chest and thus take your breath away for a short moment. In the cone of light of the streetlamp above you, you looked up to him, into his dark eyes that wandered over your face. His lips shrugged to a smile.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a light-reflecting golden key.

"The city hall key?" "The city hall key.", Schlatt raised his eyebrows with a self-satisfied grin and pursed his lips "Got it from my father when he went to sleep. Well, can I tempt you into a little burglary?"

"Is it still a burglary if you have the key?", you asked thoughtfully. Schlatt's eyes widened at first, then he grinned again. "My my, you are so smart, my dear. You, I'll keep by my side forever." He tapped the tip of your nose with his index finger, making you giggle.

"You and Will have corrupted me! Look at me, I’m secretly climbing over garages to meet the boy my father doesn’t like!" you spoke to yourself shaking your head and Schlatt laughed. He started walking again, this time slower and with your hand in his. "Will and I have done no such thing! We only saw the potential in you, after all, you have the same chaotic genes as Will and it would be a shame not to use them for one adventure or another. Without us, you’d be bored with your clever head."

You came to the big fountain in the middle of the square and you pulled Schlatt with you. He supported you with his hand as you gently balanced yourself, like a rope dancer in the heights of a circus tent, on your tips of toes over the edge of the stone. You had your free hand stretched out, so you could run it through the splashing water. The cool water split into small waterfalls on the back of your hand, flowed down to your wrist and calmed your pulse, which had been faster since Schlatt picked you up. "Why doesn’t your dad like me?" Schlatt asked as he put his arm around your center so you could jump back on the paving stones. "I don’t know" you wiped your wet hand off your thin jacket, which you had put on even before Schlatt had asked you out, and looked up at him. "He probably doesn’t want me to do things like breaking into the town hall or some else shit you would do. You know, since you and Will talked me into paddling out to sea with you and the boat two years ago, only to lose both oars, he doesn’t think you’re so great anymore."

Despite the mishap, the day was one of your fondest memories. Before lunch, Will and you had wandered down to the beach with bundles packed, where Schlatt had untied the rowboat, helped you in, and then theatrically tossed the rope onto the dock before handing Will his oars. The day had burned itself into your memory not only because of the beautiful weather. From your position in the middle of the boat, you had had the perfect view of the open, glittering sea and of Schlatt. For a few hours you had watched the sea wind run through his stubborn brown curls, letting your self-made flower chain dance between his horns, and you watched how he operated the oars with ease. The sun had reflected in his dark eyes, making his tanned skin shine, and Schlatt's laugh was as warm as the sun's rays that had been with you all day.

He’d always made you laugh, show his strength until Will complained that Schlatt had fallen out of rhythm, and he’d let your heart beat faster for the first time. It wasn’t necessarily that day when you fell in love with him, but rather the day when your feelings no longer hid in a corner of your brain and screamed in your face instead. And every warm day reminded you of that, kept you raving about the boy next to you.

"But Phil saw Will and me bring the boat back", Schlatt protested and went up the steps to the town hall.

Laughing, you leaned against the door frame as Schlatt pulled the key from his pants pocket and unlocked the dark doors. "He saw you and Will push me back to the beach in the boat in the middle of the night! You both dropped like dead fish in the sand and Will complained of sore muscles for days after that!", you replied and let Schlatt pull you through the small gap in the door, pulling it shut behind you. You watched him lock up again. "I think he just wants to protect you from the dangers of the world; you will always be his treasure, after all."

"And what if I love the dangers?" you asked and saw Schlatt deep in the eyes. Schlatt wetted his lips with his tongue, leaned closer to you and locked you between the door and himself. You could feel your heartbeat, hard and fast- your heart competed with a jackhammer in your chest. Schlatt leaned down further, put his hand to your cheek, and just as you were ready to close your eyes and let whatever come, he brushed your hair aside and whispered in your ear, "Then Phil must do more to stop me from stealing you."

You followed his gaze as he straightened up and looked at your rosy cheeks, open lips, and dilated pupils. That he was only playing with you quickly became clear and so you slapped him on the shoulder with a roll of eyes. "Stop that, you weirdo. Better give me a guide, I don’t want to be here not-breaking-in for nothing."

Schlatt laughed, obviously at your nervousness, but took your hand back into his. "Are you ready?"

Your footsteps echoed loudly on the black-and-white plaid marble floor that adorned the small entrance hall and hallways of the City Hall, while Schlatt guided you past the various sculptures and paintings you already knew from regular visits here. Normally the corridors were flooded by sun rays, rooms were bathed in golden light and one could see the small dust particles dancing around in the air. During the day, everywhere staff scurried from room to room, behind the doors there were only muted business conversations and phone calls, and now it was, in a beautiful way, almost ghostly quit down the hallway.

The night gave the whole building a completely new atmosphere, the moonlight fell through the high windows, conjured up patterns of the window frames on the floor and bathed the hallway in a bluish light. The already high ceiling seemed infinitely high due to the shadows of the walls and arches that sat between the individual windows, and yet you tried to find an end. You were getting closer to the end of the main hall as something caught your eye. With a short pull on Schlatt’s hand, you signaled to stop him. A picture, framed in a golden frame, almost glowed in the moonlight of the window, which was directly opposite it and you could directly stare at Schlatt.

Schlatt in the painting could only be thirteen, in his gaze, you could see the same mischief with which he still watched the world. His hair was curly, denser and hung deep in his forehead; just like Will wore it nowadays. You stepped one step closer to the picture. "Are you wearing jewelry?"

"No, no, come on, let’s go.", Schlatt pressed and pulled at your hand. Laughing, you stopped, ignoring his tormented moaning. In fact, the moonlight didn’t play a prank on you, Schlatt had wafer-thin silver chains around his – at that time still short – horns, had them braid into his hair, and narrow rings on all his fingers.

With a moan, Schlatt gave up his attempts to detach you from the picture and stood next to you. "My father had this painted on my 14th birthday. The jewelry means something to the family, I never cared about it. All I know is that I won’t have to wear it again until I take over my father’s office. I would like to continue with the tour." You shrugged your shoulders in defeat, Schlatt didn’t exactly make a happy impression when he talked about his past. "I like the chains, you look noble and not like the drain rat-STOP!", you complained as Schlatt snapped your hand off and you stumbled against the wall. "Drain rat", Schlatt repeated, grumbling your words, nevertheless checked his hair in one of the reflections of a showcase in which some documents were hung.

"Here I am trying to give you a special night out for a special person and I get called a rat, unbelievable."

It wasn't until you were standing in front of the destination of your excursion a few minutes later that Schlatt stopped grumbling to himself and turned to you with a grin. "My love" He let you enter first and followed with a hand behind your back.

The old theater hall of the town hall was the pride of your town and the biggest tourist magnet. Throughout the year, plays were performed on the upscale stage, which was adorned by marble columns, gold paneling, and deep red heavy curtains all in the baroque style, and it was a wonderful experience every time to squeeze to your seat between the full rows of chairs and be surrounded by all your friends and neighbors.

Except for the two of you, there was nobody to see today, the rows of seats in the parquet floor, as well as the higher chairs in the rows were empty and so every noise sounded louder.

Unaware about the evening planning, you followed Schlatt down to the stage, where he elegantly climbed over the edge as usual and then helped you up. Before you could ask what he was up to, he just disappeared behind the drapes.

"I’ll just sit here, okay?" you called after him, but you didn’t get an answer. You sighed quietly. Fortunately, the floor of the stage was clean and you could easily sit at the front edge. It was pitch darkness in the hall, the only lights were those of the emergency exit signs and they illuminated only a small part that was not enough to look up into the ranks.

Irregularly you dangled your feet, kicked the wood with the heels of your shoes first, then bumped your toes against each other while you listened to the quiet sounds behind the stage. "Schlatt?" you asked after some time you’d spent counting the chairs in the front row. You got to 20, and if you count that the three rows of the first level-

"Can you hear me? Mic check!" Suddenly Schatt’s deep voice thundered over the speakers and made you shudder with terror.

"FUCKING GOD." you cursed one hand in front of your strong beating heart. Schlatt´s action had pushed your heart rate up, and you were sure it had taken at least ten years of your life. "Schlatt, I swear"

Now Schlatt’s laughter echoed through the hall.

"Dear visitors, thank you very much for coming in such large numbers at this late hour on this beautiful and, above all, warm summer night! As you may be able to see we have a guest of honor in our ranks today! Give it up for (y/n)!" Schlatt held the mic a bit away from himself and imitated various shouts, giving voices to your unseen guests. You shook your head with a grin. "After an exciting escape from Phil, we made it inside these protective walls just in time to attend the event! Hold on to your popcorn and your emotions and get ready."

“Get ready? Schlatt, what’s going on?" you asked, then you could hear a quiet buzzing. Looking for the source of the sound, you first searched the rows of chairs, the stage around you, and the upper rows until your gaze fell to the ceiling. To your great amazement, part of the dark ceiling just above the stage disappeared in a barely visible ledge, making a window visible.

"Wow", you whispered to yourself and lay on your back, your feet resting on the edge of the stage and crossed your arms behind your head. "Do you like it?" Schlatt entered your field of vision, smiling gently, and his gaze showed you how much he wanted you to agree with him.

"It’s beautiful Schlatt!" you confirmed. It was the truth. The stars sparkled above you in small groups, and thanks to the weather this summer brought, the moon was clear of clouds and shone down upon you, full as it was.

Without taking his eyes off you, Schlatt laid down next to you, his long legs dangling next to yours, and you felt him place his hand under yours and intertwine your fingers again.

It was a small gesture, you walked around hand in hand all the time, and not just because it was so much easier for him to adjust to your shorter strides, but in the context of the evening and all the trouble Schlatt had gone through so that the two of you could lie here together under the stars in this old theater, the gesture meant more to you than anything else. For a while you both laid there quietly, each absorbed in your own thoughts and enjoying the pleasant silence. That was another thing you liked about Schlatt. You both could spend hours in silence without it getting weird in any way.

On some evenings, mostly those days when it was raining and you didn’t really want to get out, Schlatt would sneak in through your window and you two would just lie on your bed; both with a book in hand, until one of you got tired and Schlatt went home. And while you barely talked to each other on evenings like this, there were others where you couldn’t stop, where you’d lie in your room, on the beach or in the meadows and philosophize into the early hours of the morning, chat about old adventures or imagine your future, where you’d be, what you’d be doing, and of course, when and where you’d be back would meet.

Even though Schlatt often talked about how he would not end up here as mayor like his father, but would travel the world and thereby claimed to meet women from all over the map, you both knew in secret that he would never be able to part with the city and with you.

And it was the same with you.

At some point, a little cloud shoved in front of the moon and you turned your head just to see that Schlatt was already looking at you. "What are you always doing here?" you asked curiously. "Different stuff. Sometimes Will and I smoke a bit of weed here, sometimes I write poems or abduct precious people in my life to chill here with me." Schlatt told and the first part surprised you the least. "You write poetry? Can I read it?" "Of course I’ll show you my poems" You rolled your eyes as his voice dripping with sarcasm and Schlatt huffed: "No? What did you think? Can’t a man have a thing for himself?" "Idiot." It was a pity, Schlatt had a very special way of giving depth to words and even if he seemed like the biggest himbo in moments like this, he could enchant you with his stories in others, which made you guess that his poems had to be fantastic.

In the dim light of the room, you looked closer at his face. Like every summer, freckles crept onto his tanned cheek and nose, which Will sometimes teased him with, though his face was also speckled with the freckles. Unlike your brother, you liked the freckles. They stood out much more through Schlatt's sharp features and it was your favorite pastime to try to count them when Schlatt told you something and you had an excuse to stare at him, in love as you were. You noticed the slight stubble above his upper lip. "Are you trying to grow a beard?", you grinned and the boy ran his index finger and thumb over the spot. "Suits me, doesn't it? Actually, I was going to grow chops on the sides."

You scrunched up your face as you imagined him with chops, already mourning his jawline that would disappear behind them. "I think the beard will suit you.", you said instead, watching his eyes light up. "Really? My father wanted to shave it off with his own hands when he discovered it. But if you like it, I have two reasons to grow it." Schlatt winked at you, which immediately made you blush.

Suddenly a different expression settled on his face, almost as if he were nervous, and he turned away, looking back up out the window. It confused you, what was going on? "Your opinion means a lot to me, (y/n), that's what I wanted to tell you." Trying to read from his posture why the atmosphere had suddenly changed, you brushed your thumb over his hand and saw him practically shiver. "Schlatt? What's wrong?"

Schlatt closed his eyes, now completely dodging your look. "(y/n)", he began, and the way he pronounced your name made your concern go away a little; it sounded just as gentle and loving as ever. Still, with his eyes squeezed together, he bit his lip for a moment before he sat up and drove his hands over his face with a desperate sigh. "(y/n)", he repeated to himself, this time more uncertain, but opened his eyes and stared at the friendship bracelet on your ankle that he had given you as a child. Your thoughts were racing. He acted like he was breaking up, only you weren’t together. You could see him speaking to himself, talking himself courage on, for he stretched his back and shook himself hardly noticeably; he returned to his collected manner.

"I like you, (y/n), I like you a lot and I really value the friendship we have, it's just that Will said something to me the other day that I couldn't stop thinking about."

"Will has what?", you squeaked panic setting in. Will knew you had a crush on Schlatt, he'd teased it out of you one night when the two of you had been drinking wine in his room and you'd been reviewing his songs with him and you had forced him to keep it to himself. He had sworn! "I'll kill him.", you muttered to yourself, wanting to get up, escape from this unpleasant situation, hide in your room, and slap some sense into Will at the next opportunity-

"Listen to me! I love you too!", Schlatt shouted suddenly. So loud that the mic he had been using for the announcement must have picked it up and now had it echoing throughout the hall.

The volume of the words made you flinch, a little more as you realized what the words meant. "You what?" "I love you.", Schlatt confessed to you again and brought your hands into his lap. "Will and I were smoking the day and I told him how I felt about you because it had been eating me up from the inside. Hell, I'm in love with my best friend's sibling, I had to tell him! That's when Will told me to trust him and tell you."

"I hate him.", you whispered, though with a grin on your face as the feelings of happiness inside you overflowed. "That's why he told me he couldn't come with us this week. I was beginning to think you two had fought or something like that. Oh god." Laughing, you were about to sit up when Schlatt leaned down and kissed you energetically, stealing the last bit of breath you had left after his confession.

"Oh fuck, now Phil's going to kill me."

[alreadyblondenow]

Two is better than one

Pairing: Lifeguard!Mark Lee x female!reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

WC: 2,857k

Warnings: unprotected sex, couch sex, quickie, swearing, mentions of making out, this drabble is very light smut and fluffy HEHE

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I have time. Please let me be, I just want to write something fluffy for Mark to take away all my stress. For Neo Smut Collective’s Sunny Side.

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There’s this one guy in school that your friends have been telling you to date during summer vacation because you’re the only single gal in your circle of friends. Of course that’s completely fine, but whenever your friends has double dates and they wanted you to come, you simply turn them down because you don’t want to be a burden during their date.

“And that’s why we’ve been telling you to date Mark, give him a chance, he’s a nice dude. Not to mention very good looking,” Your friend whines while she scans the clothes on the rack.

“I know what he looks like and I know that he’s nice,” you giggle at what your friend said, “but we don’t know if he wants to date. What if he’s perfectly fine with being single too? Seriously you guys, you’re wasting your time. I’m fine with being single,”

“Oh honey you can’t fool us. Admit it, you don’t want to date Mark because you want him to earn it, and not because we set you up with him” she smirked.

If you’re being honest, what she said was partly true. Partly. It’s true that yes, you wanted him to make the first move and actually like you first before you go on a date with him. And what you said earlier about being happy while you’re single is also true.

And the reason why you wanted him to like you first is because there’s no doubt that you will like him back. He’s Mark Lee. The guy is basically perfect and you knew already that falling for him is not going to be hard. He’s cool, funny, loud and you heard that he’s actually nice with everyone and not in a flirty way.

Given that you’re single and you’re used to do things alone, on a perfectly good day and nice weather, you decided to get some sun at the beach alone. With your juice on the side and a book on your hand, this day is going to be perfect you thought.

But while you were admiring the beach while siping on your drink, you saw a familiar figure sitting on the lifeguard chair which immediately made you remove your sunglasses so you could have a good look at him and to confirm your own judgement if you were right. And yes, you were right. It’s Mark Lee. Guarding the beach with no shirt on and just wearing his beach shorts... looking so hot and handsome with his shades on while smiling back to you.

Wait-

Just when you realized that he caught you looking at him, you feel so jumpy and nervous for no reason and you avoided him immediately. Going back to reading your book, just reading and not actually understanding a word. But when you saw him come down from that tall chair and saw him heading towards you, you suddenly got up and gathered your stuff with panic movements.

“Is she avoiding me?” Mark murmured to himself while walking towards you. “Wait! Look behind you-“ he shouted and tried warning you about the waiter carrying a tray of cold beverages. But too late because you already bumped on him and spilled different kinds of juices on your swimsuit.

“Don’t worry about it I’ll pay for it” he said to you while wrapping a towel around you and keeping you close to him. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up”

And just like that, without further discussions, you found yourself in Mark’s arms. Heading over their backdoor and you, entering his house for the first time. Everything happened so fast that you didn’t have time to refuse his offer of getting you cleaned up. He brought you straight to his cozy room, preparing the bathroom for you and telling you that if you need anything else just call him.

“Uhm... Mark?” You shout from the bathroom.

“Yeah? You need something?”

“My clothes are ruined and wet because of the juice-“

“Right, uhm... Gotcha! I-I’ll leave the clothes on the floor, okay” and off he goes to his closet to look for something that you could wear. Mark was all jumpy and nervous as he heads to the bathroom door and leave the clothes on the floor. This was all his fault, if he didn’t startled you by running towards you at the beach, you would’ve stayed in your comfort under the sun and the accident wouldn’t happen.

“I’ll pay for the damage and I’ll make sure to bring your clothes back immediately”

“No, don’t worry about it. Uhm... the restaurant, we own it. So don’t worry about it” he said nervously. Smiling so big in front of you. “So you know my name, huh? Why’d you ran off like that earlier?”

“Hmm. To be honest I got shy. And it’s so stupid, now I’m humiliated” you put your on your face and let out an awkward laugh, Mark did too but you notice that he can’t stop looking at you. That’s when you noticed that he has a pretty big head, beautiful eyes and sharp cheekbones. In other words, you’ve never appreciated his handsome features quite this close.

At the end of the day, Mark walked you home and you had a good talk with him. Taking it as a chance for apologizing to him for whenever you don’t show up during planned double dates. Turns out he never showed up too. Does that means he’s not interested with dating? Or with you in general?

A week after that unforgettable interaction with Mark, you found yourself looking at the neatly folded sweatpants and hoodie in front of you while thinking long and hard if you’re going to message Mark first and let him know that you’re going to his house to bring back the clothes... but it looks like you’re flirting with him already and you don’t like that... “fuck it” you murmured and head to their house just because you knew you’d have to return his clothes eventually. And just when you were a couple of blocks away, he came from behind and tickled you on your waist. Making you jolt and turn around with quick and sharp movements. He giggled and greeted you with a handsome smile, surprised that he even looked dashing with a shirt on.

“No lifeguard duty?” you asked, returning his big smiles with awkward ones.

“Just finished, that’s why you have no choice but to hang out with me” he said confidently like you two have been friends for a long time already.

Funny how just a week ago, you and your friend were debating whether you should give Mark a chance to take you out but you still refused because you wanted him to make the first move first. And now as you two hang out together in their house, watched the sunset by the beach with a couple of beers on the side, you can see that you’ve been missing quite a lot.

“So you’re saying that you’ve been waiting for me all this time?” he said out of nowhere while eating a pizza crust. You’re now in their kitchen, eating pizza and having more beers with him. Getting a little too friendlier than earlier.

“Not really waiting. I wasn’t expecting anything, but off topic...You’re cuter than I expected you to be” and just as the words came out from your mouth, you don’t know where the bravery came from. This must be the alcohol’s doing, you thought. You tried to avert your focus on other things like munching a few chips and finishing your beer in one down. Thinking of a better escape for this awkward situation that you started but before you come down from the kitchen counter, he confidently went in between your legs and came closer to you. So close that you can smell each other’s breath and smell the sweet flavor of the alcohol... but Mark wanted more than smelling you.

He wanted to taste your lips, and so he did.

Tongue swiping on your lips the moment his touched yours. Letting him dominate the kiss while he reaches for your arms and make you embrace him. He smiled and put the kiss to a halt.

“How’s that for my first move?” He smirked and placed another sweet kiss on your lips. And the next thing you know you and Mark are exchanging kisses nonstop until you reached their living and continue what you’re doing on their soft couch. Sitting comfortably on Mark’s lap, legs on both sides, while your hands are all over him.

“Take these off, let’s have some fun” he whispered while tugging your shorts. Completely aware that he’s brave and confident like this because of the alcohol push.

“Oh Mark Lee, you’ve been challenging me lately huh”

And it only takes a few seconds for you and Mark to get naked from waist down and go back to your previous position. Oh you wanted to feed your lust and look at his cock just for a few seconds but you need him already.

“Parents will be home soon, fuck-“ he informed you while you put his cock inside you slowly. Breathing heavily when you finally moved your hips slowly, then fast. You watch him furrow his brows, rest his arm on his head and watch you move with lidded eyes as you fuck him good. “Faster” he requested, grabbing your clothed boobs and kissing your neck that immediately put you both on edge.

With fast movements and sweet moans, soon Mark cant handle it anymore and grabbed you by the waist so fast that you didn’t even saw it coming, pulled out his cock from inside of you and pumped it while you kiss him during his orgasm. Not giving a fuck if his cum stains on their couch.

“I was planning to ask you on a date. Sorry this happened earlier than expected. I promise to try and stop myself from luring you to having sex with me. I promise” he apologized and looked at your swollen lips from kissing, tracing it gently and letting out a satisfied sigh as he tries so hard to not look down and look at your pussy.

“It’s fine with me Mark. But y-yeah. You’re right. We should do this the right way” you shyly admitted. Getting up from his lap and making yourself decent again. Why do you feel like you’re having great regrets?

After that night you and Mark did not see each other for a few weeks again. Well, mainly because you’re avoiding him and whenever you remember about the sex and how good it felt... it just feels wrong at the same time and you don’t know why you feel this way.

“Are you really not going to give Mark a chance?” your friend once again nags you about Mark. Maybe Mark kept what happened between you two and did not tell it to his friends.

“Uhm. I seriously don’t know” you answered weakly.

“Well, I hope you won’t get mad because we tricked you. He’s going to the park with us tonight”

But right before you get mad and whine about the situation, Mark and his friends appeared. And immediately forcing you two to stand beside each other.

The park was packed and busy with people wearing big smiles the whole night. You wanted to smile too and laugh loudly whenever Mark tries to make you laugh or even make a decent conversation but you’re afraid that your friends will get the wrong idea.

Good thing, Mark knew that you’re not comfortable right now especially that your friends are around. He also knew that what happened between you two completely ruined everything already, and he admits that he fucked up.

“Want to go somewhere else?”

He whispered beside you while your friends are riding the roller coaster and you and Mark are on bag duty. You wanted to say ‘yes’ of course, and you will use this time to apologize to him privately and explain what you’re really feeling.

Coming up with different excuses, you and Mark left the park and your friends separately and eventually meet him at the beach near their house. When you arrived at their house, surprisingly he set up mini picnic just for you, ordered pizza and made sure you two drink non-alcoholic beverages tonight to avoid what happened last week.

“This is not our first date. Not yet. But this is my way of apologizing for what happened. I’m sorry,”

“You did nothing wrong. I should be the one apologizing. It’s not right that I left you hanging just because my regrets got into me. I’m sorry”

After apologizing and talking about random stuff that comes out of your mouths, Mark finally had the guts to ask you something serious. Something that he has been thinking the moment his lips crashed on yours for the first time.

Firstly he admitted that he liked you. A lot. And that didn’t surprised you already because you found out with the way he kiss and hold you during the day you had sex. But what surprised you is that, you don’t feel the same way towards him even though he’s perfect.

“Honestly I was expecting myself to fall in love with you easily. But turns out you can’t really force your feelings” you said. Careful with your words so you won’t hurt him but you don’t have a choice.

“But do you want to give it a try? Give us a try?”

“I’ll think about it” you answered honestly. Because truth be told you don’t want to give him false hope.

And after a night full of truths and honesty, you and Mark remained close friends and promised each other that you will be honest with your feelings for him no matter what happens. As part of being friends, you visit Mark at the beach whenever he has lifeguard duties and wait until his shift is over to hang out or whenever it’s raining and his parents are away, you and Mark stay in their living room and watch Netflix while enjoying the weather together with his fluffy blanket covering your entire bodies.

Being single is not a problem to you, you are perfectly happy and contented with your self love and you believe that having a boyfriend will not make much of a difference in your life. And you also believe that Mark, a genuine and very lovable person, deserves someone who will shower him with love. You just can’t see yourself doing it with him.

But with almost a month of hanging out everyday, you grew fond of him that sometimes you unconsciously hug him and became unexpectedly sweet. Like that time at the beach, while watching the sun go down. You rested your chin at the top of his shoulder and decided to play with his black soft locks. Massaging his scalp while you admire him closely. Even Mark was shocked to the core when he realized that you are incredibly close. After that moment, you saw him as someone who can add up to your happiness. You’re now confident that Mark can double the happiness that you have in your heart now. Love is not easy. Loving someone is never a walk in the park. But being loved by someone like Mark, is not an opportunity that knocks on your door everyday.

Tonight is stargazing night and as usual he let you have his blanket, now your favorite blanket. It was a very tiring day for him and he accidentally fell asleep next to you. A thin mattress on the sand is not that comfortable but he will trade any comfortable bed in the world as long as you’re beside him while he rests. When he opened his eyes, the beach was blue and the sun was just about to come up. He noticed that you’re shivering, so he decided not to share with the blanket with you and give it to you completely instead.

“No, we can share. Come here” you murmured when you feel him move aside. So to keep him beside you, you wrapped your one arm around his waist and hugged him tightly. “This is better” you said, and in that very moment, even though the beach was still dark, you witness him blush and smile from ear to ear. Showing those sharp cheekbones and returning the tight hug.

“Mark,”

“Hm? Still cold?” he asked while keeping you warm using his hand, rubbing it on your shoulders.

“Not at all. But I decided to give us a try”

He let out a satisfied sigh and became instantly clingy and giggly, “Finally,”

And you were right. Mark made you happier than you could have ever imagine. But even though that he won your heart already, for Mark, he still thinks that you can leave him so easily. One mistake, one fuck up and he can ruin everything that he’s building right now. That’s why while making you happy everyday, he’s working on keeping you forever by showing you that he can love you even more each day. Showing you that two is better than one and you don’t have to experience love alone

[necros-writing-stuff]

Sydney fisted his hand in your hair, pulling you closer and forcing more of his cock down your throat. Having anything in your throat would make it hard to breath, but Sydney being so well endowed didn't help. But the way he shook, breath hitching and stumbling over his words when he spoke made the burn in your lungs so worth it.

Once the other student walked away, Sydney took full control. His hands cradled the sides of your head, but firmly kept you in place. You knew what was coming and braced for it, screwing your eyes shut and gripping his thighs for support. He had a habit of losing himself to the feeling of being inside you. At least he did ever since your first trip to the prayer room.

The first snap of his hips always made you gag. He was too big, went too far in and was too rough. His excitement was adorable, and the way he bit his lip to stifle his moans had you soaking through your panties. Your nose was burried in his pubic hair before he pulled back, then made you take all of him again. He tried to set a rhythm, but it was quickly lost. The grip he had on your head tightened.

"Fffuuuuck-!" He moaned loudly as the brutal throat fucking came to an end. An obscene amount of cum spilled down your throat, threatening to drown you. Thankfully, Sydney pulled out before that could happen. You swallowed what you could and used your hands to catch the rest. He watched through heavy lidded eyes as you licked his seed from your fingers. Distantly, you hoped the library was empty.

You tucked Sydney back into his pants, careful to not over stimulate him. He then pulled you from under the counter and into a needy kiss, tasting himself on your lips. When you finally parted, a trail of semen and saliva connected your tongues. He had the sense to use a tissue to clean you both up. You pecked his cheek and were about to leave for your history class when you heard someone shout.

"Sydney!" Sirrius was fast approaching, a disappointed look on his face. The younger man started at the tone in his father's voice, then did a double take the tone in his presence. Shocked, he frantically looked between you and Sirrius.

"I thought I raised you better than this." Sydney stumbled over his words, failing to put together a coherent sentence. He was on the verge of tears when Sirrius grabbed your arm and manhandled you onto the counter so that you face his son. You both froze when the older man parted your thighs.

"A good lover returns the favor, Sydney." Sirrius tsked. Again, your boyfriend looked between you and his father. When it was clear he intended to stay for the act, Sydney swallowed hard.

"I- I've never-" He began.

"Never?!" Sirrius sounded scandalized.

"Sydney! How many times have they gone down on you?" Your poor boyfriend was redder than a tomato, glasses fogging and gaping, failing to form words. You weren't fairing much better. Your boyfriend's father was telling him to eat you out. In public. With him watching. You jumped a little when you heard the chair move. Sydney was on his knees, his hands hesitantly stroking your calfs.

"Is this-" He swallowed thickly and cleared his throat.

"Is this alright?" Sydney asked, looking up at you. It took you a second to register the question, but when you did, you gave him your consent.

"Good." Sirrius spoke behind you.

"I'm sure they're plenty warmed up from before, so go ahead and get started." The older man spoke with the same cadence he did in the class room.

With trembling hands, Sydney began stripping your lower half. You weren't sure if it was because you had an audience, or if because that audience was his father, but he moved with much less gusto than usual. Normally, he couldn't wait to get you out of your clothes; often ripping them in his excitement to get inside you. But he carefully removed your underwear, folding it and putting it in a pile with your school skirt, and shoes.

Once your sopping entrance was laid bare before him, you noticed a shift in him. The embarrassment and hesitancy were gone, replaced by the confidant need you were used to. He stared hungrily at your sex, eyes flickering to your flushed and embarrassed expression before flicking his tongue over your bud. Your whole body jolted from the sudden stimulation, but you were kept firmly in place by Sirius, your back to his chest.

Sydney refused to break eye contact as he began the process of figuring out how to best please you with his mouth. Licking, kissing and sucking various spots to gauge your reactions. His hands crept back up your legs, encouraging you to rest them over his shoulders; his head caged between your thighs.

"Don't be afraid to use your fingers, Sydney. You want to make them feel as good as they make you do, don't you?" Sirrius instructed and Sydney listened, prodding at your hole while he lapped at your sex. You let out a pathetic whimper, your hands tangled in his ruined ponytail and your legs locking around his neck. Sirius's hold kept you from curling in on yourself and suffocating his son. Then again, the pleased hum Sydney gave you made you think he'd like that.

Or it would if you could think about anything other than his fingers pushing into you and his lips on your clit. Sydney was a much faster learner than you gave him credit for. He quickly found the spot that made you see stars and set about abusing it. The noises you made were erotic. Soft, breathy sighs and pitched, breathless moans. You writhed in Sirius's grasp, humping against Sydney's face and hand as you got closer and closer. A lewd moan from your boyfriend against your sex, mixed with him pressing two fingers knuckle deep into you had your body trembling, a whorish cry leaving your lips as your orgasm hit you.

"Oh, fuck." Sydney groaned, licking your juices from his face.

"Very good. You should always ensure your partner enjoy themselves as much as you do." Sirius hummed, unabashedly proud of his son. You weren't entirely sure what for. Getting you off? Not being such a prude? Your teacher held you as you came down from your high and Sydney redressed you. When he stood, you noticed how uncomfortable moving was for him. A tent obvious in his pants.

Once his father let you go and bid the both of you goodbye, Sydney dragged you from the school, practically carrying you with how weak your legs were, in the direction of the temple. Were it not for his concern for your purity, he would have gladly deflowered you both while his father held you. But the punishment for breaking your vow was harsh, and he refused to let you endure that.

Sydney couldn't wait until you were married and he could fuck you where and whenever he wanted. The beach, the school, the park, anywhere he could get you relatively alone. A shiver ran up his spine thinking about having his father hold you down on your wedding night while he pumped load after load of his virile seed into your hot, tight little pussy. Watching as he had you over and over again until he was sure it would fucking take. He bit back a groan.

For now the prayer room would have to do. It was the only place he could ravage you without consequence. Sydney loved you so much it hurt him. It bordered on obsession at times, he was sure. But he couldn't help it. You tainted him, and he was going to taint you back. He needed to be inside you, to be with you in mind, body and soul; now and forever.

As one.

(- anon 🚩 Corrupt!Sydney makes so many of my kinks go brrrrrr)

Sirris holding you down while Sydney eats you out oh fuck 🚩 your mind is so huge.

Stop making me simp for Sydney goddamn it!

[szallejhscorner]

Heyy, can you do number 2 for the fluffy thing?? I really like how you write for Chishiya <3

2: "Are you jealous?" - "No... maybe."

I can totally see that happening at some point :D Thank you so much! You guys are the best, I can't tell you often enough ♥

Even after so many days, it is hard to believe that Chishiya is actually yours.You have had many admirers inside the Beach, most of them men who don’t want anything other than spend a night or two with you, but some had honest intentions when approaching you.

What you’d have never guessed, though, is that Chishiya would be interested in you as well.

He can’t be compared with the other guys of course. Chishiya never brought you drinks, never made you compliments in front of others or told you openly that he liked you. You were probably never meant to find out about his feelings towards you, and yet one day you did. It had happened after you had confessed your interest, and it had been nothing but a tiny gesture that had given him away.

A tiny gesture that was able to change your whole life inside the Borderlands.

Your relationship is actually still a secret to most others - not because he wants to keep it hidden, simply because he rarely shows it to someone else than you. And you are still too shy to brag about it, afraid that it might be nothing but a dream and could end any moment you speak it out loud.

This morning had been the first time you woke up next to him, with him still being in your room and far from dreaming, and it won’t be the last. While the whole thing seems so fragile and too good to be true, you enjoy every second of it, so in case one of you dies in a game or Chishiya actually changes his mind, you don’t have a single moment to regret.

“You’re smiling.”

Looking over your shoulder at Chishiya, you notice that he carries a smirk on his face as well while watching you. For some time now the brush running through your damp hair has been the only sound filling the room, but it has been a comforable silence. Something you rarely experience with anyone else than Chishiya.

“Oh, I was just thinking”, you reply without dropping the smile. Chishiya is slouching on your bed while you have taken a seat on the desk chair, and even with windows and shutters closed, the day is way too hot for everyone. You needed a cold shower now even though you’re sure that you’ll have to take another one after tonight’s game, but you definitely couldn’t wait that long.

Chishiya hums, arms folded behind his head while he lazily taps his foot in the rhythm of a song he’s listening to with one ear. “About what?”

“About you.” You don’t see a reason to hide what keeps busying your mind, although it might sound stupid. After running the brush through your hair one last time, you tie it into a loose bun and let yourself drop down on the bed. With a sigh, you roll onto your back until you can rest your had on Chishiya’s shoulder. That’s as much body contact as you can bear in the current heat, everything more would be torture.

“Is that so.”

“Yeah. I wonder if this... if you are nothing but a dream, and I’m afraid to wake up and face the fact that you’re gone.”

So close to him, you can hear the muffled beats of his music, a bit faster than his own heartbeat, and his chest under your head vibrates when he speaks up. “Maybe it is. Who can tell if you won’t just wake up one day, only to find out nothing of this has been real?”

“But...” you swallow. “I want you to be real.”

“I am real - as far as I know.” He chuckles and you feel his breath in your hair when he sighs.

Someone knocks on the door, causing you to twist your head so you can see who it is when you tell them to enter. It is Tatta, seeming as shy and insecure as always when he has to deliver a message.

“What is it?”

Tatta clears his throat, his eyes switching between you and Chishiya but not asking any further questions. “There is something... I was asked to bring you. A, uhm... a gift.”

“A gift?” you sit up on the bed and stare at the maintenance boy in confusion. No one has ever sent you a gift since you joined the Beach! “”By whom?”

“I can’t tell you - I’m sorry. I... I’ll just place it here, allright?” he shows you a small basket and places it down on your desk, giving you a sheepish smile before he quickly leaves Chishiya and you alone again.

Said man has his eyes fixed on the desk with his brows drawn into a frown. You scramble out of the bed and head to the small table, curiosity taking over the heat-caused laziness. The basket is covered with a red-and-white napkin, and the moment you lift it up, you sigh at the wonderful smell of a freshly baked muffin.

It is just a single one, with blueberries and chocolate flakes on the top that have already begun to melt due to the heat. Attached to it is a small note, saying “Take care in tonight’s game. Maybe this will help you to stay strong. Much love - x”

Upon reading the note a second time, you read it out loud, trying hard to find out who could have gifted this to you. The handwriting is messy and clumsy, but you don’t remember seeing it anywhere before. And the giver didn’t even leave a name or a hint other than the fact that they know when you’re due for another game.

“This is weird. But cute at the same time! And this muffin really looks delicious, doesn’t it?” what a shame it is though that it’s just one; you would have loved to give a second one to Chishiya. Not that you mind sharing this one with him, but there can never be enough fresh blueberry muffins in a world with usually such dreary foods.

Chishiya scoffs and you turn around to him at the sound of his voice.

“Take care. It might be poisoned.” Of course he’s being sarcastic, you can see it in his eyes and hear it in the way he talks. No one would bother to bake a muffin only to poison it here. The Beach has other, much easier ways to get rid of someone. No... you have a feeling that this person actually wants you to stay safe, and it makes you grin.

You carefully peel aside the wrapping and take a bite. It taskes as delicious as it looks, and you feel blueberry juice run down your chin and hurry to wipe it away with your arm. Chishiya eyes you with the frown still on his face as you jump back onto the bed and offer him a bite. He doesn’t react.

“Believe me, you want to taste this! It is wonderful and I can’t guarantee that there will be much more to offer within the next minute.”

“Believe me”, Chishiya mocks your tone, “I don’t.”

You shrug and eat the remains of the muffin yourself, only feeling a slightly bit bad for it. But the way Chishiya still accuses you of something makes you frown as well. “What? What is it?”

“I wasn’t aware that you had so many suitors.”

You hadn’t been aware of that, either. Funny that you only learn of people liking you that much once you’re in a-

Oh, so that’s it! Exhaling a relieved breath, you smile at the man next to you. “Chishiya... you aren’t jealous at whoever sent this, are you?”

“No! Of course not.” He snorts, but the overhasty way in which he answers seems suspicious to you. You raise one eyebrow and simply look at him, watching how he first rolls his eyes and then shrugs. “Okay Fine. Maybe.”

You wipe away a last muffin crumble and lick the blueberry taste off your lips to outplay your grin. Chishiya? Jealous? That’s even harder to believe than the fact that he and you actually are in some kind of relationship. “I could get used to fresh muffins everday though, if I’m being honest.”

The scoff really doesn’t sound amused and Chishiya drops back into your pillows, staring at the ceiling while rearranging the one earphone. You lie down next to him and rest your upper body on your arms so you can watch his face and still remain comfortable. You nudge his cheek until he turns his eyes to look at you and breathe a kiss onto his skin.

“Hey! I have no idea who that is, okay? This is the first time someone sent me a gift, and you have to admit that it was a nice move.” Although you feel sorry for the person who probably spent quite a lot of time in the kitchen to prepare this for you, only to learn soon enough that your heart is already taken. “But you and me, well... it’s not really known yet, right? People can’t read our minds.”

“Tatta knows. It won’t stay a secret for much longer now.” Chishiya doesn’t even sound disappointed in that, and you wonder if he’s glad that the ‘suitor’ how he called them will soon hear that his attempts have been in vain. Although that’s not entirely true. They wanted you to take the muffin as some kind of empowerment for the game, and it definitely brightened your mood.

“Maybe it will stay a secret for one or two more days, so I’ll get some more muffins?”

This makes both of you laugh, and Chishiya shakes his head at your bluntness. But knowing that he could be jealous, no matter how much, tells you that he really cares. That he won’t just turn around and leave you in the next moment. And if you’re honest to yourself, knowing that is worth more than a delicious blueberry muffin.

[dreamkidddream]

Summer is right around the corner so.. how about some beach headcanons :D with Ango, Ranpo, and Junichiro with gender neutral s/o ! It can include things such as them and their s/o making sandcastles, picking beachwear, swimming etc. Anything that you see fits the beach topic :] again i hope you're doing well <33

Thank you and I’m good! Hope you’re doing well and staying stress free 💖 WHEW it’s been a while, but I’m excited about my official post post-hiatus and this request just reminded me of how ready I was for summer so I hope I did it justice! Also if you haven’t looked at the official beach art PLEASE DO your eyes will be ✨blessed✨ Reader is gender neutral!

CW: suggestive/spicy content but no NSFW/nothing graphic

Beach Headcanons with: Ango, Ranpo, and Junichiro

Ango

So you two were both excited about today

You were beyond ready to feel the sun on your skin, the sand between your toes, and for all the activities you guys can do together!

He was relieved to finally spend some time with you and possibly get some work done in peace without being disturbed

Wasn’t getting into the water, sadly. He did want to get some things done, and he can’t work if he’s soaking wet. You were a bit disappointed, but you understood and he promised that he would give you his full and undivided attention right after he’s done typing this last report

Although you have threatened to throw his laptop and himself into the water if he does one more report-

Shopping was fun surprisingly, and you can only laugh at how meticulous he can be with everything, even with something relaxing as this

You had a feeling that you guys may have overpacked a bit, but you can never be too prepared (or atleast in his eyes)

Ango is perfectly fine with just resting underneath the shade and getting some work done while you go enjoy yourself. He’s content with just seeing you having fun, that’s more than enough for him- but you refuse to leave him be

But he couldn’t even pretend to be upset with you. You even dragged him off of his folding chair and demanded begged that he joins you. What kind of man would he be if he didn’t grant your requests?

(Honestly he couldn’t say no to you, especially when you get that specific pout on your face. It’s a weakness of his)

Your jaw dropped at his sand castles. Seriously, you would have never thought sand castle designs can be so intricate

“(Y/N), it’s not that impressive nor is it difficult. If you want, I can show you exactly how I did it. Here-”

Cue Ango being unintentionally romantic by coming behind you and placing his arms right onto of yours to guide you

Seeing you happy makes him happy, and it puts a smile on his own face

And he couldn’t stop blushing at the swim wear you picked out. You always look so stunning, but the way that the sunlight is making you glow is just making his heart beat faster than usual, and it’s kinda making him lose his focus to finish this report…

He’s not complaining though

This beach day was much needed, and he’s glad that he was able to spend it with you. And he actually had fun, and it wasn’t as pointless as he thought beforehand. Dare he say he would do it again, and without his laptop next time

He needs to make more time for you in general, but he’s also planning some surprise beach days in advance. Maybe looking into going to a private resort. A very private resort where he can show you just how much he truly appreciates you, just the two of you

Ranpo

I SCREAM YOU SCREAM WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM

But really it’s just Ranpo screaming for ice cream. And he’s not screaming, but he is whining to the point that you’re about to really start screaming if he whines for ice cream one more time-

When I say Ranpo is a man child omg

The only way to convince him to deal with the heat for today was the promise of the frosty treats which you would give him as long as he doesn’t complain so much

(Really he was still coming with you either way but he wanted to guarantee that he was getting a lot of sweets today)

But anyways, you guys definitely share ice cream together even if it’s messy on your end

He may or may not have offered to lick it off of you

Shopping for bathing suits were a hassle, only because Ranpo can be so picky. You don’t know how long you guys spent in there going back and forth, but the shop owner was ready to kick you out at some point

But hey, you guys got some cute swimwear out of it! Even if Ranpo wasn’t planning on swimming (which kinda bummed you out but you weren’t super surprised)

He still looking good tho

He doesn’t want to be in the sun (he honestly believes that he’s gonna melt like his ice cream), but the umbrellas big enough to make sand castles underneath it, so prepared to be amazed!

Just kidding, halfway through he fell asleep, and on you no less! But you’re not really mad

Ranpo is lazy, but he does like to talk and people watch. Prepare for speculated stories about random strangers, which are surprisingly entertaining and actually making you laugh out loud. The made up “deductions” about these people are so ridiculous that you can’t stop laughing, and Ranpo can’t hide his smile so much because of you

You did however had to stop him from throwing hands with the seagulls because they kept trying to steal his snacks, which made you laugh harder

He loves being the main reason that you’re happy, and this is stroking his ego right now (while also making him love you even more if that’s possible)

He sticks to his word and isn’t swimming, but he is floating in a tube which gives you a devious idea

He already knows something is up when you waddle up to him and ask to float with him in it. “Nope! You just want me to get wet. If you’re trying to prank me, you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

“Ugh fine. Can you atleast hold my hand then, party pooper?”

He pretends to think about it, but he guesses that he doesn’t mind holding your hand if you’re that desperate-

You ended up “slipping” and took him down into the water with you. When he did sit back up, spitting water out, popsicle off the stick and floating beside him, you should have took that time to run

You definitely should have ran when his eyes opened fully, then darkened, but it was too late

You couldn’t swim fast enough before he grabbed you. For onlookers, you looked like a sweet couple just spending quality time floating in the water together, but you knew just what kind of danger you gotten yourself into now

“I think we need to have a chat somewhere more private.”

It led to an all out war, which lead you to being held and tickled until you could spit out some type of apology, and even then he wasn’t letting you go

After your ultimate defeat, you both laid out underneath your umbrella, stuff already packed and ready to go, reflecting on the day. You’re shocked to hear him suggest that you guys come here more on your day off (or just come here more despite work. He solves cases so fast that he can take a day of not working to come here with you)

Ranpo knew what your little plan was from the jump, but he decided to indulge you anyway (even if it meant losing his popsicle, rip). He got his treats, he got to spend the whole day with you uninterrupted, and he had fun. Today was a success, but he can’t wait to get home

You still had to make up for your little trick, and his offer is still available from earlier~

Junichiro

You guys are both so pumped for the beach! It’s like a well deserved family day

You guys packed pretty well too: popsicles, water, extra towels, umbrella, beach ball- pretty much more than enough to entertain yourselves for the day

You definitely snuck in water guns too, but he didn’t need to know that until later

He’s down for pretty much anything too. Beach volleyball, building sand castles, playing Marco Polo and getting splashed everywhere- there’s never a dull moment with you guys together!

Matching themes for swimwear! It doesn’t matter what type you got, you got matching prints

You guys were THAT couple lmao

After another game of volleyball, you guys decided to get ice cream. This man was confused when you just got one, and his ears were turning red when you said that you can share

He was even more flustered when you started to eat it, your tongue sticking out to lap up the melting drops escaping from your lips

He knows that you’re his partner but still! It just feels so intimate

You bout to make him act up

Splash wars! And y’all do not hold back

Okay he still does because he doesn’t want to hurt you

You two did have a water gun war though, and he didn’t hold back on that

Even though he cheated by using his ability

You guys did everything and anything that you could think of, and right when you were about to start packing, he handed you a flyer. The beach was doing a special fireworks show, and he wanted to know if you wanted to stay and watch, which DUH, of course you wanted to stay!

While the fireworks lit up the sky, you told him that you have to come back ASAP, and he just chuckled at you. He was already planning another beach day as a surprise for you, but he didn’t want to spoil anything just yet

Junichiro loves spending time with you, and this is one of the best opportunities to do so. It’s a chance for you both to just have fun, to see you stress free, care-free, and to see you genuinely happy. Why would he want to miss out on something like that? He would be dumb if he didn’t schedule another beach day

Hearing you talk about going to the beach more together means that you still see him being in your future, and it brings him relief to hear that. That means that you’re both on the same page, and he’s reassured that he’s not alone

He couldn’t see his future without you in it anyway

[watermelonlipstick]

Three, Two, One

Working through my list of requests, I was really grateful to be able to fulfill this one from anon, who asked: 

I have ptsd, and really loud, sudden noises and sudden touches can make me have a panic attack, so can you do something where there’s a really loud noise or someone touches the reader and sends her into a panic attack and Dean helps her?

It felt a little too obvious to go with a gunshot here. I’m also imagining this set in early seasons both for aesthetic and for Bobby’s house. Hopefully it’s something like what you were hoping for!

Title: Three, Two, One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

Word Count: 1069

Summary: Dean grounds the reader after a panic attack brought on by a loud noise. 

Warnings: oblique description of panic attack, description of loud noise

           The way he was right in front of you at virtually the same second the car backfired almost made it worse at first, to be honest, filling your field of vision as he’d flown out of the front seat of the car where it sat in Bobby’s salvage yard.

           “Shit, I’m so sorry, I thought I’d fixed it—here, sit down,” he said, guiding you over to a folding chair on the edge of the garage. You let him ease you to the metal, feeling the heat and pounding starting to build in your head already. Dean crouched in front of you. “Water? Let me get you some water.”

           He was back in a flash with a plastic bottle, sweating so much in the humidity that the paper label on it hung loose and ugly. You took it from him with a shaky hand once he’d cracked the cap off, and took a quick sip more to feel the coldness in your mouth than out of any real thirst. Dean reached out to pat your thigh and pulled back at the last second like he’d been burned, remembering that sometimes touching you made it worse. “Can I—um?”

           You nodded, grateful for his asking and worried if you spoke you wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears. His palm over your knee was just this side of too hot, beach sand baked in the summer sun, and you tried hard to bring yourself back to reality, focus on that point of heat seeping through your jeans.

           “1 to 10?” he asked, gentle but firm as he fell into his script.

           “7,” you answered honestly.

           Dean nodded, just once, almost to himself, flicker of a quirk at one side of his mouth gone so fast you might’ve missed it. If you weren’t clawing to keep yourself above water you might’ve been able to appreciate his pride in heading off the worst of it by his rapid action.

           “I’m right here, you can close your eyes. Not going anywhere,” he continued in that poundcake voice; soft, sturdy, and sweet. Through trial and error you’d found that skipping to the three—three things you could hear—of a 5-4-3-2-1 grounding strategy was better for you; less risk of a surprise touch to add to the panic at its worst and increased contrast from whatever loud noise that had triggered it slowing the reins of your mind faster, letting you grab ahold and take control again. If you closed your eyes you could focus even harder on those small sounds, but so often it was impossible to beat back the anxiety enough to let you do it—this was one of the things Dean had been working on with you, ability to give the burden of watching out to him when you were buried in the tunneling foxhole of your mind. You tried your best to take a deep breath and let your eyelids slide shut.

           Three things you could hear.

           “Deep Purple.” Either the battery on the car was still good or he had that old boombox somewhere in the garage.

           “Underrated as always. That’s good; another?” he encouraged.

           “Windchime on the back porch.” Just a light twinkling; just barely below breeze to make the weather perfect.

           “Damn, you can hear that? I need to stop cranking the stereo so loud. Just one more.” Even knowing he was intentionally putting in the casual commentary, it helped to latch onto the light, easy conversation.

           “Cicadas.”

           “Annoying as hell, right? Okay, now two.”

           Two things you could smell.

           “Motor oil, you.”

           You could hear the smile in his voice even with your eyes closed. “And what do I smell like?”

           “Sweat, Old Spice, Coors Light.” And that little underlying note you could never place; the closest you’d ever gotten being a kind of sweet leather—leaving a cupcake in a hot car, maybe—but you were already at five things, technically. Feeling a touch of the panic start to lift, you were able to give him a weak facsimile of your normal cheeky smile, keeping your eyes closed as he chuckled gently.

           “Yeah, you love it,” he teased. “One?”

           One thing you could taste.

           “I don’t know, chapstick, maybe?”

           “I’ll call an audible and say you can swap for something you can feel,” he offered when you couldn’t think of anything.

           “Your hand on my knee.”

           He waited a beat for you to try to regulate your breathing before saying anything else. “1 to 10?”

           “3.” You opened your eyes to see him where you knew he’d still be, unmoved from his crouch on the weedy gravel in front of you. He still looked a touch concerned but primarily his face was open and hopeful as he searched your expression for more clues on how you were doing. “I’m good, sorry,” you sighed on the tail end of another deep breath, relishing the relative loosening of your lungs from a few minutes before.

           A smirk spread across Dean’s face, whites of his teeth impossible contrast to the light tan he’d gotten in the last couple weeks and spray of new sun-dyed freckles across his face, especially with the smudges of grease he had from working all day. “Nothing to be sorry about, kid. Should’ve double checked before I had you come check it out, that’s on me.” There was a shade of guilt there, and you wrapped your fingers around his hand where it stayed on your knee, giving him a little squeeze.

           Clearly that wasn’t enough to assuage Dean’s guilt, but what ever was? He held your gaze for a second before easing up to standing, grabbing a wrench out of his back pocket and tossing it in the general direction of a toolbox before wiping his hands sloppily on the back pockets of his jeans and rubbing the close-cut hair at the back of his neck. “Can I make you a sandwich? I’m starved.”

           It was another apology and fighting Dean about it wouldn’t help; the sandwich a continuation of the rapid response to your panic attack in that it was a manifestation of the best way Dean knew how to show affection/gratitude/apology, that wrap-you-in-a-blanket, take-you-under-my-wing care always so much easier for him than putting into words what he meant.

           You let him have it. “Yeah, a sandwich sounds good.”

           The way he smiled in response as he held out a hand to pull you up and sling an arm around your shoulders would’ve been enough to make you eat 20 sandwiches.

           One thing you could taste.  

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Strike! - OT7

❥ prompt ; ‘could you please do an ot7 where they all go bowling or to the arcade together? (I also love your eternals series so much!!)’ sent in by @deathbybigsisrory​ 

❥ pairing ; ot7 x fem!reader

❥ genres ; non-idol!au, rom-com, friends-to-[future]-lovers, [they’re not together yet but everyone is very much in love]

❥ themes ; fluff!!

❥ warnings ; none

❥ word count ; 1.7k

❥ note ; Thank you so much for the submission!!! (And also thank you for your sweet words darling xx) I may have strayed a little from the prompt, but I hope you still like it. I haven’t been bowling since I was like 11, so I’m sorry if some details are incorrect. I have never been to an arcade, so I thought this was the safer option. [this isn’t edited]

Somewhere, in the back of your subconscious, is a loud knocking.

It’s a rapid noise, insistent and forceful, but the dream you’re submerged in is far too pleasant to pay it any heed. It will go away eventually.

Except it doesn’t.

As you’re lying in the paradise of a warm coastal beach, mermaids off the coast and dragons in the distant sky, muffled yells are lost in the ambience of crashing waves and mer-song. You are so incredibly comfortable on this beach chair. You think, perhaps, that you’d happily stay here for an eternity.

Eternity does not last very long.

Your idyllic fantasy dissolves the instant hands shake your hunched shoulders, voices now louder in your ear as you are rocked from your sleep. It aches to move, to be moved, but soon you are sitting upright rather than folded over your desk, cheek pressed into papers.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.” Namjoon’s deep timbre vibrates through you; shocks you into clarity faster than your mind is ready.

“Hmrrfh?” Is your unintelligible response. He seems to understand.

Seokjin is crouched beside you, one hand on the back of your office chair, the other on your knee. “I thought you said that you were finished with your work.” You rub your eyes and yawn as he speaks, quickly taking notice of the other figures in the room. “You were supposed to have a break, remember?”

You hum. “I don’t get paid to take breaks, I get paid to have my work done by the deadline. Which is soon, might I add, so I’ll have to rain-check today. Sorry.”

“Nope.” It’s Yoongi who speaks this time. In the next moment, your office chair is rolled away from the desk and into the group of men who have somehow entered your home. Which reminds you-

“How did you even get in?”

“We found the spare key,” Taehyung says, as if the fact should be obvious.

“Yeah,” Jimin adds, “when you didn’t respond to our knocks and calls we thought you might be dead or something. Ggukie damn near kicked the door down when Namjoon-hyung lifted up the doormat.”

“Terrible hiding spot, Y/N,” Namjoon says. You can tell that he’s trying to sound disappointed, but he looks just a little too endeared.

Moving in front of you, Hoseok flashes you a warm smile. His eyes become crescents, his lips a heart, and your fingers twitch with the want to reach forward and caress his cheek. You don’t.

“There’s no way you’re getting out of today,” he says without a hint of malice. “You need a day to relax, and we haven’t seen our girl in far too long. So, will you be coming willingly, or by force?”

“But-” Your protests are cut off.

“By force it is. Gguk.”

Your vision is suddenly filled by a broad chest as thick arms sweep you from your seat. Gravity has no effect on the young man who now holds you bridal style, nor on the Bambi smile that naturally grows on his face.

“We’re going to have so much fun today,” Jeongguk says, muscles flexing around you as they all begin walking towards your bedroom. You have no doubt that Hoseok and Taehyung already have an outfit planned for you, and you even hear the bath beginning to run.

Your boys never fail to look after you. God, you care for them so much.

[You won’t admit to yourself that you may feel something deeper. Not yet. But one day, perhaps soon, you’ll realise that you don’t have to be afraid of that feeling.]

Retro music swirls around you as your group makes their way towards your assigned lane. Bowling shoes in hand and a competitive spirit growing, a weight seems to melt off of your shoulders.

All thoughts of work, of responsibilities, have simply disappeared.

“How are we going to decide teams?” Namjoon looks around the group, as if calculating a mathematic equation. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

Yoongi scoffs. “We’ll be here forever if we do that. Let’s just do Hyungs versus Youngs.”

While Jeongguk, Taehyung and Jimin are cheering at the quick resolution, you lift a brow at the unbothered man. “But what do I call your team then, Yoongi oppa?”

For a moment, he says nothing, merely ducking his head to hide the rosy tint that dusts across his cheeks. Hoseok is the one who steps in to answer, clapping a harsh hand on Yoongi’s back as if to wake him from a trance.

“We can come up with team names!”

Jimin jumps up and down, wide beam blinding you all. “We are team Young and Beautiful!”

“No, we should be Bold and Beautiful! Like that American hand-wash show,” Taehyung suggests, equally as enthusiastic.

Namjoon sighs. “It’s soap opera, Tae.”

“What about Y/N’s Angels?” Jeongguk seems to be thinking hard, ever competitive even in the sport of picking a team name. “Because we are angelic, and Y/N bosses us around.”

That lands him a swift chop to the neck, much to his giggling delight.

“We are the Young, Bold, and Beautiful Angels,” you decide, rolling your eyes. “And what about your team?”

Seokjin does not hesitate to announce: “We are team Kim Seok Jin!”

Yoongi sighs, but doesn’t object, and Hoseok leans his forehead on Namjoon’s shoulder as if he needs the support to keep standing.

“Thank you for consulting the rest of the team about this decision, Jin-hyung,” Namjoon says, deadpan but not upset.

“You should be thankful that I’m allowing you to use my name at all,” Seokjin replies, hands on hips. “It is, after all, a national symbol of good luck.”

“National...?” You mumble.

Jimin groans out a sigh, easily bored and antsy to win. “Can we just play already? We don’t need to have a board meeting every time we make a decision.”

“Let’s go hold some heavy balls!” Jeongguk then grabs your elbow and drags you to the bowling ball racks, uncaring that you’ve only laced one of your shoes on.

“Do you need me to teach you how to bowl?” Jeongguk’s voice in your ear startles you as you stand in front of your lane, ready to go. The pink ball is heavy in your hand when you turn around to glare at him.

“I know how to bowl, Gguk. Now shoo, I need to concentrate.”

“Yes, but do you know how to bowl properly? Like a pro?”

“I am this close to dropping this ball on your toes, don’t test me.”

“Pleeease? C’mon, just this once?”

Damn him and his doe eyes. “Fine. Just once. But you’re going to buy me a plate of nacho fries.”

“Deal.”

You shouldn’t be surprised when he stands behind you and circles his arms around yours, but you do jolt a bit when his hands touch your waist.

“Some people think that it’s the wrist movement that’s most important, but really, it’s the hips. Even if you mess up the bowl, if your hips are at the right angle, you can’t really go wrong.”

“I’m pretty sure wrist movement is actually pretty important.”

The man has the nerve to shush you. “Angle your hips like this,” fingertips press into the soft flesh over your hipbones, “and then take three steps before you let go of the ball. The trick is to start with your non-dominant foot, so that when you bowl, your dominant leg isn’t in the way.”

Sighing, you humour the youngest and stride away from him, following his steps and then releasing the ball from your grip.

It lands a perfect strike.

Jeongguk walks back to the group with a smug smile and a pep in his step, while you simply chuckle at his pride. Meanwhile, the other boys are glaring at him.

“So,” Hoseok says as you wait for your ball to return so that you can have your second go, “are we all going to be allowed to teach you? Or is this favouritism?”

Heaving a deep sigh, you look up to the ceiling as if it, or any higher being, may give you an answer as to why you’ve chosen these seven as your favourite people.

Deep down you know why, but it’s times like these that make you question yourself.

It’s also times like these that make you feel impossibly endeared.

Night has crept up on you by the time the boys drop you back at your apartment, ribs aching from laughter and cheeks sore from smiles. No tension resides in your muscles, in your bones, or even in your mind; you feel as though you are floating, ears brushing against the clouds, with how light you are right now.

“You have to promise that you won’t do any work until tomorrow,” Namjoon says, watching you dig through your bag for your keys. 

“After a full night of sleep,” Yoongi adds.

Seokjin then says, “And a nice, big breakfast.”

“And plenty of water!”

“And a comforting shower- Or a bubble bath!”

“And you have to take plenty of breaks.”

“Maybe we can drop by at lunch to make sure you eat-”

“Would it be better if we stayed over tonight?”

“Why don’t you just stay with us? We can help you-”

“Guys.” Your voice is sturdy as it cuts through the overlapping voices of seven worried men, all eyes turned to you as you stand in your open doorway. “I appreciate the concern, truly, but I’m a big girl. What happened yesterday - well, this morning - was a one-off. I assure you that I can take care of myself.”

You’re met with silence that sounds an awful lot like doubt.

“But,” you sigh, “maybe you can come over for lunch?”

Gleeful voices whoop into the night air, and you have to bite back your laughter as you hurriedly hush them, wary of your neighbours.

One by one, you give them a hug and a kiss on the cheek as you exchange farewells, peeling the younger ones off of you as you tell them that yes, I really do have to go inside now.

It’s only when you’ve closed the front door behind you, leaning on the wall beside you, that you come to the full, unafraid realisation.

You are in love with them. And you think they might love you back.

End

[kyloswarstars]

ROOMMATES • Part 4

Divergent • College AU • Eric x Reader

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You escaped your current living situation by moving in with your friend Christina – and five other college students. Little did you know that one of them was the guy who was your ultimate pain in the neck since your first semester. Now, you had to find a way to not strangle him in his sleep out of pure frustration. Also, you had to find a way to get rid of those weird butterfly feelings for him that slowly grew in your stomach.

Words • 2.3k

Warnings • mentions of drug use and unsettling text messages

The enemies to lovers story no one needed.

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In the following weeks you noticed Eric’s drive to make your life extra hard, by going against your opinions, decreased. You got along. Occasionally, your thoughts drifted back to that weird moment in the furniture store. Holding hands. And his fingers trying to intertwine with yours. If that was a deliberate action or an automatic reaction – you couldn’t say. All you knew was that the memory of it made your stomach twist and you didn’t like that.

The number of folded papers in your pockets had increased immensely. They were pulled out under the dinner table when you couldn’t endure Eric’s stares anymore. Or while waiting for the shower to be free. Or right after the ‚GN‘ knock at night when that stupid smile on your lips didn’t want to leave.

It was Friday. Friday was the weekly grocery haul day. It was your second time having to fulfil that task. The first time it had been with Tris who patiently showed you what everyone’s favorite snack was – Eric’s were those little pretzels covered in chocolate – and what kind of vegetables were an ultimate must buy.

It was Friday. And this time you had to go shopping with Eric. In the morning he told you to get read for noon. At noon he told you to get ready for five. At five he tried to push it back once more but you grew impatient.

„If we don’t go now, we don’t have to go at all today. All the fresh stuff will be gone,“ you pointed out, grabbed your backpack and didn’t leave him a choice anymore really. You put on your shoes and left the apartment. Eric was rambling something as he came rushing down the stairs after you.

„Where did you park?“

„Left.“

You walked ahead and tried to spot his car without being able. Further down the road you started to cross a street and suddenly felt a hand around your wrist. Eric nodded behind his back. „This way.“

His hand was immediately gone after telling you to change directions. Still, the spots where his fingertips had touched your skin was burning as if they had left marks. I don’t like that at all.

You were well prepared. After all you had the complete day to brace yourself for the struggle you expected. The shopping list was in your pocket, though not the only paper in there, the community money was in your backpack and you took a drag, or five, of Will’s joint earlier.

The store wasn’t that filled as you thought it would be on a Friday. Good. A lot of people made you nervous.

Eric pushed the cart and already at the first stop, fruit section, he remembered that your last discussion had been a few days ago. Too long. Time to settle for a new one.

„Take the blueberries.“ He pointed to the little containers as if you didn’t know what blueberries were.

„I want apples so I’m getting apples,“ you stated.

„Blueberries are super high on antioxidants, you know.“

„Cool but I don’t want to eat thirty tiny things. I want to eat one thing.“

„Fine. But I want blueberries.“

„Then take them yourself. You’re not decoration, Eric. You have hands to use them.“ You shook your head at how ridiculous he was. You weren’t his personal shopping assistant, this was a team work thing.

The veggie section wasn’t any better. You just tried to work your way through the shopping list and directed Eric on what else to pick. Admittedly, since living with your roommates, your eating got a lot healthier because they actually knew how to cook.

You completed the booze area, cheese heaven and dairy aisle without any further debates and turned into a new aisle. Then took a step back out of it again to look down the hallway.

„What now?“ Eric stopped the cart in time before running you over.

„I thought I saw someone I know.“ No one was there though. And if that person, you that had been there, really was there, you were glad they disappeared. Meeting ghosts from the past was under no circumstances something you wanted to happen while Eric was around.

Snack aisle. You grabbed some nuts for you and also the chocolate pretzels without thinking twice. Which caused another awkward moment when you placed them in the cart. Was life to be full of awkward moments now?

Eric looked at you bluntly, then forced a smile on his lips. You picked out the favorite snacks of your other roommates as well to show that his wasn’t the only one you remembered.

Whenever you turned into a new aisle you nervously checked if there was a ghost from the past. You never found one and were incredibly relieved when you made it through check out and had stored all the groceries in Eric’s trunk. And the backseat.

„Smartie waved at me yesterday,“ Eric said as the car rolled from the parking lot onto the street.

„Are you sure you didn’t imagine that?“

„It was close enough to be counted as a wave,“ he admitted. Though, talking about penguins broke the tense atmosphere. You hadn’t even been on the road for a minute and Eric pulled into another parking lot. He stopped at a diner drive thru window. „Milkshake?“

„Doesn’t look like I can say no now that we’re here.“

He rolled down his window and you were greeted by a waitress. She asked what she could serve you.

„Two milkshakes,“ Eric turned to you. „What flavour do you want?“

You leaned over to the window. „Strawberry, please,“ you smiled at the waitress and found yourself – too close to Eric’s face. Half leaning on his chest he mumbled a ‚for me too‘. Yep. Life would be full of awkward moments from now on.

You saved yourself to the passenger side and tried to hide the heat rising in your face by looking out the window. In fact you rolled it down to get a cool breeze. No chance, though. Chicago didn’t want to help you with that today.

„There you go!“ The waitress handed your milkshakes to Eric and you carefully made sure that this time your fingers wouldn’t touch. You sipped on your milkshake all the way back to the apartment.

The more often you took the way up and down the three flights of stairs, the more your muscles grew used to it. On moving day your legs had trembled so bad. Now, that all the groceries were up in the apartment you didn’t notice a single muscle being impressed by the stairs anymore.

Eric kneeled at the fridge, you handed him all the groceries that had to go in there. When you fished his blueberries out of the bag you couldn’t bite back a remark.

„Here, Eric. May they taste as good as my apples.“

He just shook his head and put them away. Once all the food that had to be cooled was put away, you stole away to sit on the balcony and finish your milkshake. He actually joined you.

„Why do you want to become a doctor?“ That question slipped faster than you had thought it to an end in your head.

„The obvious reason. To help people.“ He sipped as loudly on his milkshake as you did. „Why are you studying math out of all terrible things?“

„Same reason as yours,“ you bluntly stated.

„Yeah?“ Eric had stared at you ever since you sat down on the balcony. You had noticed that out of the corner of your eye. Now you looked at him as well.

„Yes.“ A smile grew on your lips. That was what you hoped you would be able to do one day.

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The evening atmosphere on the balcony was relaxing. Will came and joined Eric and you at some point. Then Christina got back home as well. One after the other found a spot on the balcony floor to squeeze in and contributed to a growing conversation.

It was warm instead of hot and Four provided everyone with beer. Tris suggested to head out to the beach all together soon. Everyone was all hyped for her plan and you hoped they wouldn’t notice that your excitement for that was just nonexistent. Nevertheless you enjoyed them making plans for everyone together. Christina didn’t exaggerate when she said, all those weeks ago when she suggested for you to move in, that all the roommates were like family.

Eric got out of one of the two lounge chairs. „Who wants pizza?“ And that question was the most rhetorical question he could’ve asked his roommates. Because everyone wanted pizza.

In this house pizza was made all by hand. So far the only pizza you had eaten here were takeouts someone brought home. The thought of completely self-made pizza sounded too good to be true.

Eric navigated his kitchen ‚staff‘. It seemed that when it came to pizza, he was the chef.

„Tris and Chris, you’re slicing the veggies. The guys can prep the tomato sauce.“ You waited to get a task too but so far he didn’t trust you with anything.

Eric grabbed flour from the shelf, oil and some water and yeast from the fridge. He placed it all in front of you on the countertop and fetched a bowl out of the cupboard. Balancing some sugar and salt down from the shelf, he came to stand right next to you.

„Did you ever make pizza dough yourself?“ He lowered his head a little for you to understand him better with the loud bantering about the vegetables that was going on behind your backs.

„Not really.“ You were a little overwhelmed. Not even cookie dough was within the realm of possibility for you.

„Wanna try?“ Eric’s voice sounded encouraging. He must’ve noticed the look of horror on your face.

„Don’t blame me if it’s gonna be a total mess.“

„No worries,“ he stated and he lowered his face a little more. „I’ll teach you step by step.“ His body came closer as well. It actually closed that little gap between your sides as he reached for the yeast. He crumbled it into lukewarm water and told you to add some salt and sugar. It had to set for ten minutes until you could continue with the flour. And during those ten minutes you realised that his body didn’t accidentally close that gap between your sides. Eric did it on purpose and he held it there. You sensed he gave you the chance to bring some space between you again but… you didn’t want to. You physically couldn’t, just couldn’t break the contact. It was way too intriguing, almost electrifying. And for ten minutes straight, he lowered his upper body to shield your nonchalant conversation about penguins – of course – from the others.

When the yeast-water-mix was ready, his following instructions were only whispers, so you had to keep close to him. Why was he doing that?

He added the mix to the flour, along with some oil, and dug his hands in to start kneading. The way his hands applied pressure, provided by his arms, made you… look. To say the least. To be honest, it turned into a very distracting sight. Eric kneading pizza dough? Come on. You had to give in and admit to yourself that this was something you couldn’t deny being totally sexy. The arm muscle escalation, whenever he flipped the dough and kneaded in once again set off a chain of thoughts you really didn’t want to have in a kitchen full of roommates.

„Wanna try?“ Eric asked with a brief glance in your direction, luckily unaware of your current admiration for his arms.

„Nah,“ you mumbled. In hopes to keep watching his arms. You were able to do so for a few more minutes. And were entirely embarrassed when you turned around to find Christina and Tris look at you with a mischievous grin on their lips. You deserved that.

From then on you kept a good distance between Eric and you. While the dough had to rest some. Later during making the pizzas and baking them. Only twice you met eyes with him during dinner. He probably didn’t even notice. After all, why did your brain make such a big deal about it? You were certainly not playing in Eric’s league nor was there even profound reason to think about that.

You were just roommates. Former enemies going onto maybe being some sort of friends.

And then there was a knocking on your wall again. Long, long, short. Long, short. GN. You turned to your wall and foolishly smiled at it. When you didn’t respond right away, the knocking was repeated.

Just as you wanted to knock good night as well your phone buzzed. For a second your pulse quickened, wondered if it was Eric because you didn’t respond soon enough.

You fished for your phone and unlocked it. It wasn’t Eric.

you were seen today

Your heart stopped for a second and then started beating in light speed all of a sudden. You opened the chat.

was that your new lover? already got someone new whose life you can fuck up?

or did you break up because of him?

The text messages didn’t end. Peter still understood very well how to provoke and intimidate you.

ANSWER ME

Do you think I’m just gonna let that sit???

You left the chat and threw it into your sheets. It bounced with a thud up and against the wall but you didn’t care. You searched hectically for a paper but all the clothes you grabbed were empty. The phone buzzed again. First you didn’t pick it up, scared it was Peter again. Then you rummaged around your sheets to find it because maybe it was Eric this time asking what that sound was. It wasn’t Eric. Again.

you’ll regret it. believe me y/n

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Taglist • @longlostinanotherworld • @dosentier • @dhunhdchrih • @coryisagee

[butwhyduh]

Can you write something about Tim Drake x reader where he’s on a business call from home (quarantine maybe?) and the reader flashes him and he gets all flustered? I saw a tiktok like that once and made me think of him.

O I had to google it and I wanna try it out lmao

Warning: smut

Tim is straight up a workaholic. There’s no getting around that. You only dated him through shear force of your will to make time for him. He did try to make up for it with making the best of his time with you. There was once where he took an entire week off and you both went to a tropical beach where you spent half of your time in bed. And the couch. And the shower. And a private beach chair.

Right now you spent most time alone. You saw your vibrator more than your boyfriend and the fact that you were in quarantine together made it way worse. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

You were going to copy a tiktok trend. You weren’t going to record it because no one wanted a video of Bruce Wayne’s heir that currently was running Wayne Enterprise reacting to his girlfriend flashing him. I mean, the media would go nuts but in a bad way.

“We’ll come back to the quarterly inventory in a week. I expect our level to be around 20% lower due to COVID so it’s not really a surprise. As I was saying...” Tim spoke. He was in a white long sleeve button down over plaid sweatpants. He’d been on zoom meetings all morning but was currently lounging on a regular phone call. He looked incredibly stressed.

You walked up to him and he smiled a little before going back to his meeting. It sounded incredibly boring. “Bruce said that he would be in-in-“ he stuttered as he watched you slowly strip off your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra and he stared at your breasts before trying to continue the conversation.

“In the office tomorrow taking care of paperwork. Yeah, I’m still working from home. Not having a spleen comes in handy for once,” Tim laughed but his eyes were on you. He adjusted the front of his pants. You upped your moves by running your hands along your breasts, taking a nipple in both hands. Tim’s mouth fell open and lost his place in the conversation. You made the softest moans that wouldn’t be heard on his phone.

“Lucius, can I call you back? Yeah, an hour?” Tim asked quickly. You could see a tent forming in his sweatpants. He tuned his phone off and tossed it on the coffee table. “Sunshine, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said, walking up to him and straddling his lap. He held your hips. “It’s just been a while since we’ve been together.” You rubbed against him. He groaned.

“That’s why you’re teasing me?” He asked reaching up to play with a nipple.

“I’m not teasing. I’ll follow through,” you batted your eyes at him innocently. He pulled you down into a kiss. He rolled your nipple between his fingers. You moaned against his mouth. He pulled back.

“And what if I couldn’t get off the phone?” Tim asked, running his hands across your body.

“Well... I might have kept going. I guess I would have just had to fuck myself,” you said before laughing.

“Wow. So you’re only using me for my dick?” He teased.

“Well, I can’t deny I love your big ol’ dick,” you said reaching down to touch him through his pants. He inhaled deeply before you started rubbing. “But I don’t see you enough for that to be the only reason. I guess I’d have to love you to be in the same apartment and still not see you and still want you.”

“Aww aren’t you sweet,” he said sarcastically. You dipped into his underwear to slowly jerk his cock. Tim grunted.

“Don’t you know not to trash talk when someone holds your life in their hands?” You whispered. He slipped his hands in your sleep shorts.

“You’re awful wet for someone in charge.” He slid between your folds and slid two fingers in your core, curling his fingers like you liked. You both continue just using your hands on each other as you heavily made out. You finally pulled away.

“Okay I want you in me,” you breathed. He smirked.

“But I am,” Tim said cockily before swirling his fingers in you.

“Tim. You know what I mean,” you said pushing his boxers down. He chuckled.

“My life is in your hands,” he said before pulling his hand out of your shorts. You stepped out of them and straddling his hips. He held your waist and rubbed soft circles on your abdomen with his thumb. You sunk down on him with a sigh. You’d think he’d have a small dick because he’s slim and not super tall but no he was one of those skinny dudes with a big dick. It’d taken a while to get used to it and that’s probably why he was amazing with his fingers.

“Fuck,” you breathed before you started bouncing slowly. He slid a hand down to rub your clit with his long fingers. You couldn’t get used to how fucking full you felt with him in you and the first few minutes were usually just calming tf down. You finally started getting some speed and really started riding him. Usually most guys wanted to be on top but Tim was perfectly happy with being rode, knowing that you could control how much of him you took better that way.

Tim kissed your neck and collar bones and breasts and anywhere else his lips fell. His fingers made steady practiced circles on your clit. His other hand cupped your breast and gave it an occasional squeeze.

His phone started ringing on the coffee table. Tim moved to grab it and you shoved it to the floor on the other side and started moving faster. He gripped your waist and cursed.

“I should-I should answer that,” he breathed with his eyes closed. He made a deep moan.

“Call them back,” you said pressing kisses on his face. Tim nodded. His hips started moving up to meet yours. You whimpered. He was so deep but it felt so good. You weren’t going to last long.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “Are you close?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you moaned before reaching your peak. You grinded against him roughly as you moaned out his name. He held your ass as he finished too. You laid on his chest panting. Tim wrapped his arms around you.

The phone rang again. “I’ve really got to get it,” he groaned. You couldn’t help but wince as you pulled him out of you. You grabbed the phone and gave it back to him as you laid back on his chest. Tim cleared his throat before answering.

“Hello, no I haven’t checked my emails yet. Yes sir, I’ll get right on it.......Of course, the southern regional sales quota is important but I thought our biggest buyer was the US military.... I’ll look at the research and let you know by the end of the day,” Tim said before hanging up. He hugged you tight and kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry I’m always too busy. I’ll take a break this evening, okay?” Tim said brushing his thumb across your cheek. This was why he was worth it despite his hours. The look he had like you were the only thing he could see.

“Yeah. It’s okay. I’ll just have to repeat this another time,” you said and he laughed.

“No no no. The last thing I want is an important meeting with a boner.”

“Okay I guess. Then you have to be the one to take a break. Because you need so many fucking breaks,” you said brushing the hair from his face.

“Only for you, sunshine. I hate to be the bad guy but I have to get back to work.”

“Work like this.”

“With a beautiful naked woman on me, with my dick out, on my back? What kinda job do you think I have?” Tim laughed and his blue eyes lit up. You laughed.

“You’ll get a reaction at the investment meetings for sure.”

“Yeah, Bruce a heart attack.”

[blackkatmagic]

Dooku/Nico, where they each have one of the Skywalker Twins as a padawan

“You what?” Luke says a little too loudly, voice echoing across the Archives.

Nico can see the instinctive, predatory way Jocasta snaps to attention, head coming up like a nexu scenting a wounded nerf, but before she can move to engage he clears his throat delicately, drawing her attention. Jocasta looks over, entirely unimpressed, and raises a brow at him, and Nico raises one back, flicking a pointed glance over at where Dooku is leafing through past mission reports from the planet he’s been assigned to. Half of his attention is trained on Luke, though, and from the suspicious slant to his expression, he’s still convinced that Leia is a bad influence.

Which is ridiculous, honestly. It’s Nico who’s the bad influence. Leia just helps things along.

Jocasta gives him a gimlet stare from across her desk, but after a long moment she rolls her eyes and clearly surrenders to the nonsense that’s about to invade her Archives. That might as well be permission, so Nico smirks and goes back to his diagrams of the palace of the most recent Hutt crime lord to think he can encroach on Republic space and sentient rights, counting down in his head.

It only takes until a count of thirty before there's a scuffle, a yelp, a hiss, and then Leia promptly drags her twin out from a bank of computer terminals and frog-marches him straight towards Nico.

“Master!” she says, not quite too loud, but only because she’s run enough missions with Jocasta working alongside them to have a deep respect for Jocasta’s aim and the vase full of rubber balls she keeps at her elbow at all times. “Master, Luke wants to come with us on our mission.”

Across from Nico, Dooku freezes.

Nico does not stroke his mustache as he sits back, if only because Tae says it doesn’t hide his smirk at all. Instead, he gives Luke a kind smile where the boy is hovering behind Leia, looking hopeful.

“Come with us?” he echoes, perfectly innocent. “You are always welcome on our missions, Luke, and I truly love having the company of another skilled swordsman, especially as few are your sister’s match. And we could likely use the help, given our target. But I'm afraid the decision lies with your Master. I cannot take another Jedi’s padawan without permission.”

“And you aren’t going to get it, Diath,” Dooku says pointedly, turning and rising to his feet to loom over Nico's table. Nico would be more intimidated if he didn’t remember Dooku before he hit his growth spurt, and he raises a brow, deliberately leaning back in his chair. Slouching insouciantly, his old Master might have said, but if anyone has earned insouciant slouching by being an insufferable asshat, it’s Dooku, so Nico has no regrets.

“I won't?” he says, feigning surprise. The way that Jocasta presses a hand over her eyes says he’s going it badly, but Leia is the only one who would call him on it and she currently looks impossibly smug, because she knows precisely what’s happening. “Training with other Masters is an important method of growth for young Jedi, Dooku. Would you really deny your padawan a learning experience?”

On cue, Luke fixes a beseeching look on his Master, all wide blue eyes and tentative hope. Clearly Leia isn't the only one who’s realized what’s happening here.

“A learning experience, no,” Dooku says precisely, looking down his long nose at Nico. “What you run, however, are not missions, Diath, they are disasters. I will not have my padawan getting involved in such things.”

Leia scoffs, folding her arms over her chest, and levels a dark look at the back of Dooku's head. Nico doesn’t waver, simply raises a brow at him and deliberately turns his diagram of the Hutt’s palace around.

“It’s on Nar Kreeta,” he says, perfectly mild. “I do so remember how you love Nar Kreeta, old friend.”

Dooku's face does something complicated, finally settling on contained rage. “You are not dragging my padawan to Nar Kreeta alone, Nico, I refuse—”

Jocasta drops her head onto her desk and quietly thumps her forehead into the wood, radiating disbelieving despair.

“Oh?” Nico says, pouncing on the opening. “Then you’ll come, how delightful. All right, Luke, Leia, off you go. Get your things and meet us at the upper landing platform—”

Dooku splutters. “Diath, I am not—”

It’s entirely useless. Luke and Leia bolt for the main doors, moving faster than Nico can recall seeing them do so before. They're gone in an instant, and Dooku takes one step after them, looking helpless, and then freezes like he just realized he showed a weakness.

If he thinks that’s the sort of thing Nico is bothered by, he forgets that Nico used to grind his face into the mud in the gardens and somehow still appreciates it as a nice face. Snorting, Nico shoves the chair on the other side of the table out with one foot, waving Dooku into it.

“If you keep making that face, it will stick,” he says, more than a little smug. Dooku gives him a dark look, and Nico smirks in return. “Really, Dooku, if you ever let your padawan do anything interesting, you wouldn’t have this problem—”

Dooku settles primly in the seat, snatching the diagrams out from under Nico's fingers. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t take advice from someone who had to be rescued by his former padawan and a bounty hunter two weeks ago, along with his padawan,” he says acidly. “If you’re letting her cavort with Jango Fett—”

“I rather think it’s Boba Fett she’s more interested in cavorting with,” Nico says, and pegs Dooku between the eyes with his stylus. Jocasta isn't the only one who cultivated perfect aim during their padawan days. “And it’s bold of you to throw stones when your grandpadawan is Anakin Skywalker, Dooku. I heard all about the run-in with Captain Ohnaka.”

Dooku's grimace is deep, unhappy, and pained, even as he deliberately tucks Nico's favorite stylus into his pocket. “Close your mouth, Diath,” he says, and Nico laughs in his face.

“Back to Nar Kreeta,” he says, raising a pointed brow at Dooku. “Force, but it’s been…twenty years?”

“Fifteen,” Dooku corrects automatically, and then freezes like he’s been caught out.

Nico isn't tasteless enough to keep harping on his victory when they both know that he’s won. Well. He’s not tasteless enough to do it every time, but considering how often Dooku is wrong that has to count for something. “Fifteen, my mistake,” he corrects easily, and when Dooku glances up, eyes narrowed, Nico catches his gaze and holds it. Taking Anakin as a padawan, to fulfill Qui-Gon’s last request, was a good change for him. Nico will admit that without hesitation. Everything that’s come after has only helped. “Do you think that beach is still there?”

Dooku doesn’t say anything for a long moment, but his fingers tighten on the edges of the map, and he looks away.

“Yet more proof that you treat the sacred role of the Jedi as nothing but a joke,” he says derisively. “It’s no wonder your hellion of a padawan is such a bad influence.”

“I seem to recall,” Nico says, “that we were hellions in our own right once. Back before you abandoned your sense of adventure on a mission and never went back for it.”

“You mean when I finally acquired a sense of taste?” Dooku shoots back, and Nico scoffs. He’s out of styluses, but he reaches for a thick book as Dooku starts to rise threateningly—

“Oh, for the sake of the Force and all who dwell in it,” Jocasta says, vastly annoyed, and rounds on them. “Get out of my Archives and flirt somewhere else, the both of you!”

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Howling at the wolf moon from the front porch.

-Visionaria

7 notes • Posted 2021-01-29 00:22:39 GMT

#4

Breakfast

“What are you eating for breakfast?”

“The souls of those who have displeased me.”

-Visionaria

7 notes • Posted 2021-12-02 15:08:09 GMT

#3

Road Trip - Part 1 - 02/01/21

“Damn, these jeans feel tighter than I remember.” Kit thought as she fell back onto the bed and tugged. Last night when she put them on she’d been thinking of him and what he would like, not how easily she could pull them back on in the morning, in a rush, about to sneak out of his house like they were doing something wrong. The fabric slid over her hips, she fumbled the button closed and launched herself from the mattress with a sigh. The fuchsia shirt was easy to spot hanging from the arm of a chair and she scooped it over her head while shoving her feet into her well-loved purple Converse. Nic stepped out of the bathroom, steam surrounding him. She watched water drip from his hair to his shoulders and tracked the rivulets moving down his lean chest. 

“Hey.” His voice was sharp. He must have said something else. 

“Sorry, what did you say?” Her eyes met his while she replied. 

“I’d love to stand here and let you ogle me all day but she’s on her way. She just texted.” His smile was wry but warm. She wondered how bad it would be if she tugged him back to bed and damn the consequences. She stepped up to him and licked one of the water trails from his skin making him shudder when her tongue crossed his nipple.

“It was admiring not ogling.” Kit corrected. “But I can objectify you tonight, if you like.” She felt his cock stirring against her hip and they both heard the sharp sound of a car door lock from the driveway. 

“Fuck. She’s here. You gotta go.” He dragged her by the hand to the bedroom window. He pushed up the sash and slid his hands around her waist to help her out onto the flat roof of the sunroom below. As kids he and his friends had gotten in and out of the house this way all the time but he still hesitated before letting her go. He ducked through the window and kissed her hard and quick on the lips. “See you in a little bit. The fourth rail on the arbor lattice is loose.” he said. She grinned and swung her leg down onto the wood; she’d done this too many times to worry. 

Forty minutes later she was home, showered, changed, and waiting for her best friend to pick her up for their annual pilgrimage to the Hamptons. Each autumn she and Emily and Nic drove out to Long Island to take advantage of the off-season quiet. Usually they had a few friends with them to help fill up the big house near the beach that Emily’s mom had acquired in her third divorce but this time it would be just the three of them. Just the three of them. “That could be a problem.” Kit mused, then banished the thought. “It’s going to be ok. I love Em but she doesn’t have to know about me and Nic. She’d freak.” She started to breathe faster. “Stop. They’ll be here any minute and I’ve got to think of him as Em’s Nic, not the guy who fucked me so hard last night that my teeth rattled.” 

She checked her weekender and took a slug from her refillable water bottle. Then she checked her bag again looking at the bathing suits she’d packed. One was a black string-bikini she knew would have Nic salivating and the other two were sensible but cute one-piece suits. She considered throwing back the bikini but the memory of him holding aside her panties and licking through her folds with a look of sheer bliss on his face stayed her hand. With a frustrated groan, she pushed the flimsy material back then shook out her hands to dispel some of her nervous energy. 

The honk of a horn outside made her jump at the same time as she heard her phone buzz and her best friend scream “Va-CA-Shun!” from the other side of the door. Before she could open it, the door swung open and Em rushed in throwing her arms around Kit in a tight hug. “Holy crap! I need this trip. Let’s go. Where's your bag.” She grabbed the duffel from the floor before Kit could answer and towed her toward the waiting car. The driver’s door stood open. The front door to her house stood open. “Wait, let me lock up first.” She laughed and dashed back while her gear thudded into the back seat. From behind her Em said, in a voice more than loud enough for him to hear, “Nic is being a sour-puss! Ignore him and his bad mood.” Her grin was huge and it made Kit feel like shit knowing what had effected Nic’s mood: the prospect of three hours in the car with both of them. She sent up a silent prayer for no traffic. She didn’t think any of them could stand a delay.

Nic was quiet, he all but grunted at her in greeting. Em, in contrast, kept up a steady stream of chatter and flipped between dance mixes on Spotify as she drove. Kit was torn between joining in the up-beat joy and staring out the window and zoning out to let the frustrations of work slip away. She knew Em would understand if she went dark, quiet, and watched the suburbs slide by off the highway. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She reached for it realizing that she’d not read the message from earlier, the one that had come in while they were leaving. The messages were both from Nic.

Nicky: We’re outside. She’s so peppy my head hurts already. Grab your shit before she….too late. 

Nicky: The music. Make it stop, K. Please, pretty-please.

KittyKat: What will you do for me if I do?

Nicky: I’ll make you cum so hard the only name you know is mine.

KittyKat: That’s not a music-related reward.

Nicky: I’ll make you cum so hard you sing Hallelujah.

KittyKat: You’re really hung up on this making me cum thing.

Nicky: What I can I say, I love watching you cum.

Kit felt her cheeks heat. “Em, would you mind turning down the dance beats? I’m pretty tired. I might nap.” she asked. Em flashed her a sympathetic glance in the mirror and lowered the volume considerably. “There’s a blanket back there, if you want it.” she took her hand from the wheel to wave vaguely. Kit unfolded the light blanket and draped it over herself, more to mask her restlessness than out of a need for warmth. It was cozy though and soon her eyes were half closed lulled by the rhythm of the tires. Another buzz of the phone.

Nicky: Thinking of you under that blanket has my dick hard. Touch yourself for me?

KittyKat: Are you crazy?

Nicky: Come on, K, you know you want to. I know you’re thinking of me up here, unable to do anything about this hard-on, and getting wet. Or you could think of last night. Remember how my lips felt on your clit, sucking hard and slow until your legs were shaking. Fuck, you taste good. I can still smell you on my fingers, even after the shower.

She watched Nic in the seat in front raise his hand to his face and breathe deeply. He licked the tips of his fingers. That was all it took, her chest grew tight and her pussy wet.

KittyKat: Damn you.

Nicky: That’s it. Slide your left hand into your pants and tell me how wet you are for me. I’m thinking about you riding me, your pussy so tight, gliding up and pushing down on my dick until it filled you up all the way.

“Hey, perv, who are you texting?”Em’s voice rang out, making Kit jump and nearly drop her phone. She was about to stammer out an answer when she realized Em was addressing Nic who wasn’t hiding his actions at all. “Wait. Are you sexting someone? From my car? Eeewwwwww!” Kit could almost hear Nic’s eye rolling at the taunt. She tucked her own phone under her leg under the blanket and hoped Em’s view of her in the back seat was as limited as she’d thought.

“Lay off, Em. I’m a grown man, I can text whomever I want.” Nic shifted uncomfortably as he spoke. Em shot him a smirk but didn’t stop. She turned her head slightly to Kit, as much as she could while watching the road, “Has Nic told you he’s banging some new girl? He won’t tell me anything. What kind of world is this when a brother holds out on his older sister, his confidant, his best resource on the world of women?” Em teased but Nic shot right back, “What do you want to know, Sis? Want to hear how good she sucks my dick? If I luuuurve her?” Em held up a hand in the “stop” signal as if she could halt his words as she sang, “Lalalalalla, I can’t hear you!”  then “Yuck, stop.” At the same time Kit exclaimed his name and kicked the back of his seat. She wanted to smack the back of his head the way her Sicilian great-grandma would have. 

“What?!” he asked with mock innocence, “You said you wanted to know about her.”

“Not like that.” said Em. “I don’t want to picture your…thing at all.” She chuckled. Nic looked at her as if she’d grown three heads. “My ‘thing’? What are you, twelve? Last I checked, you were a doctor and everything. The word you’re looking for is ‘penis’. You can talk about me sexting and not even be able to say ‘penis’?” Both women began to laugh at his mock-stern tone. Kit hoped the moment had passed although she knew her face was still flushed. “You want to know about her, ask. You want to know that she makes me laugh or how she takes care of me when I’m feeling down?” Nic’s hand slid back between his seat and the car door to circle Kit’s lower-leg. “She’s smart and gorgeous and I’m lucky she even gives me the time of day. Ok?” His thumb started stroking over her ankle bone. He paused for a moment, then gave his sister a wide grin, “Her blow job skills are pretty phenomenal too.” Em pulled a face but laughed. They settled into quiet, the moment of banter done, and Kit did nap, lulled by the steady movement of Nic’s hand, the familiar weight of it.

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9 notes • Posted 2021-02-01 20:48:53 GMT

#2

@noleftexit challenged me to list my first ten shuffle songs. This is a bit hard because most of my music does not reside on my phone but here’s what I can cobble together as I wait for 20” of snow to start falling within the next hour.

Anyone who wants to join in the fun, please do and tag me.

-Visionaria

1. Can’t Find My Way Home - Blind Faith

2. Love Lies - Khalid

3. May Your Kindness Remain - Courtney Mae Andrews

4. Jerusalem - Steve Earle

5. Que Feron Nous - Constantijn Huygens

6. Starships - Nicki Minaj

7. Try A Little Tenderness - Otis Redding

8. Freedom - Homecoming Live - Beyoncé

9. Satin Doll - Ella Fitzgerald

10. Outshined - Soundgarden

10 notes • Posted 2021-01-31 18:32:05 GMT

#1

Aerie

We were in the high loft bed, you remember the one. Shadows of the trees danced over the ceiling and across the walls. I kissed your chest and nibbled up your neck. My leg draped over yours, my  wet pussy pressed to you hip. You told me you were stressed and weren’t in the mood for sex so I backed off and started trailing my fingers over you rib cage instead, motions intended to be soothing. Soon you put down the book you were reading and sighed. “I told you I didn’t want to.” you scolded. I pulled away slightly and peered up into your face trying to judge your mood. “I meant it to be soothing.” I replied. You grabbed my hand and fitted it around your hard shaft, squeezing my fingers under your own. “It wasn’t soothing.” you growled and pressed your hips upward so I could feel the rigid flesh pushing through our grip. You tangled your other hand in my hair and demanded, “Suck me.” I tried to kiss and lick my want down but you was having none of it. You guided me down with firm intent and positioned the tip at my lips. Willingly I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue across the head then took it inside. “Don’t tease. Suck it.” you grated out above me. So I did.

Soon you became restless with shifting and hitching hips, reaching for you orgasm. I wrapped my hand around the base and added to the friction. I massaged your balls. I sucked, my cheeks hollowing and then licked. I ringed the head with my lips and prodded the slit. “Fuuuuck.” you groaned.

You grabbed my shoulders and dragged me up your body. “Not enough.” you stated then flipped us so I was face down on the mattress below you. You pushed my thighs apart roughly with yours and I felt the tip of your cock rubbing against my folds. You pushed in with one long stroke stretching me to the point of pain and filling me to the hilt. I whimpered and tried to shift but your solid weight held me down, your heat spreading across my skin to replace the cool night air. Still for a moment you gave me time to try to adjust or maybe you were savoring the hot clutch of my sheath. Then you started to move in rough pumps designed for your own pleasure. You held yourself up on your forearms and I could feel your breath fanning against my neck as you curved your body around and into mine. 

I wondered who or what you were thinking of. I pressed my hips back tipping them to bring you deeper and, I hoped, to capture your attention. Your hand snaked down to clutch my hip in a punishing grip and hold me in place awhile you sped your motions. Soft grunts reverberated through my ears sending an electric jolt through my pussy. I felt myself tighten convulsively. I shifted to feel the sheet rub my nipples but you stilled my movements with your chest and thrust until all I could do was take you in. I wrapped one hand around yours fisted in the sheets and threw up the other to keep my head from impacting the bed rail. I gasped at your fervor. “Oh fuck yes.” you gritted out. “Coming.” you warned as your strokes lost all rhythm and came impossibly harder. Selfish. Greedy. I whimpered again feeling you expand inside me and flood my body in rapid wracking pulses.

You stilled, panting, then pulled away rolling to your side, one arm draped over your eyes. You looked wrecked. I lay still, my head turned to watch you recover. Incrementally your muscles relaxed and softened. Your breathing became even. I reached out a hand and rested it on your chest feeling your heartbeat slow. I shifted my hips against the bed, keenly aware of my unsatisfied need. I wondered if you would drop to sleep and leave me desperate until morning. Just when I thought you would, when you twitched on the edge of sleep, I felt your hand move and you dragged me to your side. You drew in a long breath then insinuated your big hand between my legs. With no other warning, you shoved two fingers inside me. “Ride them.” you said. My brain wanted to push away indignant but my body had other ideas and my hips moved in a needy arc.

-Visionaria

23 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 19:09:50 GMT

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live a little

fem!reader x finn balor

reader and Finn go for a late night swim in a pool ...

word count: 2.4k+

warnings: a lil fluffy, skinny dipping, smut, slight hair pulling

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You're sitting on the couch when your fiancé walks into your shared house. You're watching the new season of Cobra Kai on Netflix when he walks into the living room. He puts his title on a little table by the doorway and you pause the TV.

"Hi," you say, watching him walk over to you on the couch. He hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "How was work?"

Finn says, "Exhausting, as per usual. I got my arse beat by Kyle O'Reilly, Adam Cole, and Roderick Strong in the ring for a promo."

He kisses your temple and you ask, "Is there something I can do to make it better?"

You turn your head and look up at Finn. He says, "I was thinking about going for a little swim to make sure my muscles don't tighten up. It's a warm night so maybe ya could come with me?" The last part was more of a question.

"This isn't a plot to get me into a bathing suit, is it?" you tease.

Your fiancé laughs and says, "As much as I love the sight of that, no. I do want to keep my muscles loose. Will ya join me?"

Nodding, you say, "Of course I will. I won't pass up the opportunity to see you in swim trunks, but I have ten minutes left in this episode so I'll join you after it's over."

Finn smiles and kisses your cheek. "See ya in the water," he says before letting you go. You hear his footsteps go up the stairs and you resume your episode of Cobra Kai.

You're curled up on the couch as you finish up the episode. When there are five minutes left, you hear Finn walk back downstairs and the back door opens. You glance back into the foyer to see Finn closes the sliding glass door. He's in a pair of black swim trunks and no shirt. Your thoughts immediately start to go to the dirtier side as you turn your attention back to the TV show that's on your screen.

Once your episode is done, you turn off the TV and you walk up the stairs to your and Finn's shared bedroom. You grab a black bikini. The top has thin ties that tie behind your neck and behind your back. You fix the top so you're not falling out of the top. You pull on the bottoms, which tie at your waist. You tie your hair up into a messy bun on your head.

You peddle out of the room when you've changed into the bathing suit. You grab a beach towel out of a closet in the hallway on the second floor. You walk down the stairs, and you can faintly hear music coming from the backyard. You open the sliding door and step into the warm and humid air.

Finn's swimming laps in the pool and you smile at the sight. His workout music playlist is playing via a Bluetooth speaker that sits on a chair by the pool. You throw your towel on another chair before sitting on the side of the pool by the five-foot area. You kick your feet in the water, trying to get used to the cool water on your skin.

Your fiancé takes a break in the eight-foot area of the pool. He wipes the water out of his eyes and you get his attention. "Hey, stranger," you say, leaning back on your hands. Finn looks over at you and smiles.

"Look at ya," he says, slowly swimming over to you. "I like that suit."

Giggling, you say, "That's because it barely covers me, Finn."

He stands between your legs in the water, his hands on your thighs. They're cold from being in the cold water. You shiver slightly as Finn says, "Ya should just take it off since it barely covers ya."

You run your fingers through Finn's short wet hair and say, "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Finn nods and smiles. "It's not a bad night for a nice skinny dip, Y/N," he says, starting to negotiate with you. "Live a little, baby."

His hands run up your thighs to the ties on your bottoms. "Finn," you giggle. "We have neighbors."

Your fiancé leaves light kisses on your thighs and gives you puppy eyes. "I'll take my pants off if ya take that off," he negotiates with you.

You gently nibble on your lip before you slide off the wall and into the water. You're up to your collarbone in the cool water as you stand between the wall and Finn. You stare up at your fiancé and say, "Baby, we have neighbors and they can look out their windows to see us."

"It's almost midnight, and the only light we have is the lights in the pool. All they'll see is two people in the pool," Finn says, making a good case. You blink at Finn.

After making a decision, you reach behind your neck. You pull the tie until it's untied. The top falls and Finn's eyes are on your exposed chest. You pull the fabric away and put it on the wall behind you. Finn pulls at the ties on your bottoms and pulls them off of you. The bottoms join your top on the wall behind you. Now you're naked in the pool in front of Finn.

Finn's eyes are on your body as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his swim trunks. "Time to get these off since you told me you'd take your pants off if I took off my bikini," you say, pulling the swim trunks off Finn.

He laughs and helps you get them off. He throws the trunks with your bathing suit. Now you're both naked in the pool. Finn takes your hands and says, "Come swim with me, love."

You giggle as he pulls you off the wall. You kick your feet so you can keep up with him. He brings you into the deeper end of the pool where you can't stand. You kick to stay above water and Finn has to do the same.

"This is nice," you say, trying to keep your eyes on Finn's face instead of glancing down into the water to see what you've been wanting to see since his trunks came off.

Finn smiles and says, "I told ya that it was a nice night for a skinny dip."

A smile forms on your lips and you say, "You just wanted to get me naked."

Your fiancé says, "No way." You give him the look. "Okay, fine. Maybe I wanted to just a teeny tiny bit. I have wanted to see ya like this for a while. I've been so busy with defending that title and keeping up with my training. It's been a little bit since I've seen ya naked."

You laugh and swim a little closer to Finn. "This is the longest we've ever gone with being naked and not touching each other, you know. I'm surprised we haven't yet considering we haven't done anything for a while," you say to him.

"Ya trying to tell me something, love?" Finn questions.

Smiling, you say, "Possibly. You come home from work and just go to sleep. Plus, we're already naked."

Finn smiles at you and says, "Now who's the one negotiating something."

You tease, "Fine, don't have sex with me. It's not like I actually wanted you to fuck me anyway." You stick your tongue out at him and begin to swim backward, away from Finn. His eyes are on you as a smile forms on your lips.

"Who said that I didn't want to have sex with ya?" Finn asks, swimming after you.

You climb out and say, "I just assumed." You wrap your towel around your nude body and Finn gets out of the pool.

He walks over to you, but just before he gets to you, he says, "Ya assumed wrong, love. Ya know how much I love to fuck ya." Then he cups your face and pulls your lips to his. The kiss is quick and intense from the start. Your hands are on his waist and you pull him closer to you. Finn's tongue finds its way into your mouth, a moan leaving your lips.

Finn walks over to one of the pool lounge chairs under the awning that's connected to the house. He lays back on it, breaking the kiss. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs. Your lips attach to Finn's neck and soft sighs escape his lips as he pulls at the towel around your body.

As you leave marks on his neck and chest, Finn pulls off the towel you're wearing. It falls to the ground and you pull back from Finn. You look at your work and say, "I hope makeup can cover those up."

"Oh well if they can't," Finn says before he kisses you harshly.

All the pent up sexual energy between the two of you is coming out now. It's been months since any kind of intimacy between you and Finn. Since he won the title, it's been the only thing he's been focused on. Of course, he's always made sure you were taken care of and that you were okay, but he'd been training harder, working more hours, and traveling a little more so he's exhausted when he's home so he usually sleeps.

You don't know why he actually wanted to go for a swim on a random January day and have sex with you on a chair next to the pool. Honestly, you don't care why. You're just happy you have something other than your fingers to pleasure you.

Finn's hands are roaming your body and you sigh softly, having missed his touch. You grind slowly against his member. The tip runs through your folds and you bite back a moan in your throat. Your hands are on Finn's six thousand abs to keep yourself balanced.

"Love, ya keep doing that and we're gonna have a problem," Finn warns you.

Instead of stopping, you move faster. Moans pass your lips and Finn cups your face with his hands. You sigh, "I've missed you like this, Finn."

Your fiancé brings your face close to his and you meet his pretty blue eyes. You sigh softly as you roll your hips. Finn's lips brush against yours as he says, "Baby, please do something because ya are driving me crazy."

You lean in and kiss Finn as you take his hardened length in your hand. You pump him a few times as you position him outside your entrance. The kiss deepens as you sink onto his member. A moan leaves your lips as Finn begins to will you. Finn's hands slide into your hair, holding your face to his. Your hands are on his chest as you adjust to Finn inside you.

Finn's fingers curl in your Y/H/C locks as you begin to slowly move your hips. You drag your fingers down Finn's chest as you pull back from the passionate kiss to get some air. Your breathing is becoming more and more labored with every roll of your hips. Finn's eyes are on yours as you move.

He not-so-gently pulls your hair back and tilts your head up, exposing your neck to him. A soft moan leaves your lips when he does this. Finn smirks and begins to kiss your neck. "Did ya like that, baby?" Finn mumbles against the sensitive skin on your neck.

You gasp, "Kinda."

"I'll have to remember that," he says.

One of Finn's hands leaves your hair and you wonder where it went until you feel his thumb start to rub your clit. You gasp softly, moving your hips faster. Finn groans, "Just like that, mo ghrá. Ya feel so good around me."

Your body shakes with overstimulation as you move faster. The tip of Finn's member hits your g-spot as he finds the sweet spot on your neck. You cry out in pleasure, moaning Finn's name. A knot forms in your stomach as you're pulled closer and closer to an orgasm. Finn says, "Ya look so good on top of me, baby."

You look down at Finn and pant, "You should let me do this more often then."

Finn pulls you down to him and you kiss him as you move rougher. Your moans and the sound of slapping skin fills the warm night air.

"I'm about to cum, Finn," you moan against Finn's lips.

Your fiance says, "No one's stopping ya, love."

After a few more movements, your body jerks as you cum around Finn. You moan his name mixed with profanities as you ride out your high. Finn quickly pulls out of you and he cums on his stomach. You're panting a bit as you look down at Finn. He looks up at you.

You say, "Please start letting me top occasionally. It's fun."

Finn laughs and kisses you slowly, full of tongue. He says, "We'll see."

You giggle against his lips. A small makeout session is ignited from this kiss. Your hands roam his body and yours roam his.

After about ten minutes of this, Finn grabs a towel and cleans you both up before saying, "Let's head inside, yeah? It's getting kinda cold."

You don't object to going inside. You get up and quickly run inside. Finn's right behind you. The two of you retire to your bedroom, where you cuddle naked beneath the sheets.

Both of you lay intertwined with each other when you say, "I don't wanna go weeks without doing this again, Finn. I need to be close to you like this."

Finn looks down at you and says, "Regal is going to cut back my hours that I spend at the Performance Center so I can spend some extra time with ya before our wedding. We have two weeks before the wedding, and I'll be spending half the time at the Performance Center."

You smile and say, "Really?"

Your fiancé nods and says, "Really. It was also his idea, and I wasn't gonna object to spending more time with my beautiful fiancée."

Overwhelmed with excitement, you say, "I'm so happy." You happily kiss Finn and he smiles into the kiss. "I love you."

"I love ya too, my ghra," Finn tells you.