#grown-ass adults fumbling like two teenagers

[loominggaia]

¿Cómo fue la noche de bodas de los padres de los fgg? (O la primera vez (sexo) de los padres de los fgg con su respectiva pareja)

P.d:ya que el padre es un misterio, skel no cuenta

(Translated via Google Translate)

"How was the fgg parents' wedding night? (Or the first time (sex) of the parents of the fgg with their respective partner) P.s: since the father is a mystery, skel does not count"

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That's kind of funny to think about! I think each answer could say a lot about their respective cultures, and even more about who they are as people.

There's nothing especially graphic ahead, but I'll put the following text below a cut just in case.

Foster and Sofia probably waited until their wedding night to do anything sexual because they're both Lindists. According to Lindist scripture, it's immoral to have sex before marriage because it "invites bad spirits" and "spoils the body". (In reality, the House of Humanity imposed this rule because Evangelite medical technology sucks, this kingdom is not well-equipped to deal with disease, and monogamous, committed intercourse is less likely to spread diseases.)

Since neither of them had prior experience, I'm sure it was awkward and unpleasant, especially for Sofia. Pleasure is not prioritized for Evangelite women because in their culture, women are seen as beasts of burden, baby-factories, and servants to men. Evangelite women are not supposed to enjoy sex because it's seen as improper, not ladylike behavior. So, sex with Foster was probably pretty awful and I doubt it got much better with time.

Moswen and Ekwame: Moswen was forced to marry Ekwame when she was 16, and she gave birth to her sons at 17. I think we can safely assume that she conceived those children on her wedding night, which is really upsetting considering Ekwame was 40 years older than her. As cruel and hateable as she is, I can't help but feel sympathy for her here, because this had to be a traumatic experience for her no matter how you slice it. She should have been in school with her peers, but instead she was getting railed by some nasty old man and forced into motherhood when she was still a kid herself. I don't want to dwell on this one, I'm sure you can imagine how scary this was for teenage Moswen. And knowing what a selfish, apathetic ass Ekwame was, I'm sure he didn't really care how she felt about anything. Both of them just went through the motions like they were told to, to fulfill political obligations.

Oggsa and Vingevar: We don't know much about Vingevar, so it's tough to say what happened here. But we do know what a tough, domineering personality Oggsa is, so you can bet one thing...she was always on top.

Rene and Sebastian: They were at it long before they got married, and I doubt they even remember their first time because they were both completely wasted. Despite their dysfunction, I think these two did genuinely love eachother, and it must have been a sweet moment for them both. Perhaps they were getting it on in a dirty public bathroom or next to a stinking swamp...but the love was still there!

Ojio and Tarajeen: Sex before marriage is taboo in Damijana, and considering all the agents spying on them, these two wouldn't have risked it. I think both of them were virgins before they married, and their first several times was the most awkward sex ever. Sex education is bad in Damijana--and I mean baaaaad! They don't teach their people anything useful about intercourse because the censorship laws are so over-the-top. Porn and nudity is outright banned, even if it's tasteful. This leaves grown-ass adult citizens very confused about sex and how it actually works. They just clumsily fumble their way through it until offspring happens (and oftentimes, doesn't happen! Damijani fertility rates are low for a reason...People literally forgot how to reproduce here...)

Ojio and Tarajeen knew they were supposed to undress and climb into bed together. After that...??? Something about tab A into slot B??? But they don't realize Ojio is supposed to be erect when it happens, nor do they realize they're supposed to gyrate around until climax. So they just kinda put it in for a while, take it out and then go to sleep. Several confounding trips to the clinic later, they finally discover why they haven't concieved a child...the sex got a lot better after that, but boy did they feel silly. And then Jeimos was born, and they never had time for sex again. :') Ah, parenthood under capitalism.

Darshaan and Karenza: I think they hooked up well before marriage, probably during their journey across the desert as they fled from Alqamah. I can imagine them taking cover in a cave after dark and getting extra cozy in the tiny space. It's a loving encounter and they are sweet and gentle with eachother...then right before climax, Darshaan notices a scorpion on the wall right in front of his face. He screams like a little girl, wraps his arms around Karenza and rolls them out of the cave like a sweaty, naked tumbleweed. They both get sand lodged in unfortunate places. Karenza never lets him forget that moment as for long as they were together.

Riona and Nemeto: Supposedly Nemeto sailed to Umory-Ond in search of old ships to repair and sell, where he met Riona and fell in love with her. Riona chose to sail away with him back to Matuzu Kingdom. I like to think she jumped his bones right there on the boat!

I'll skip Balthazaar and Skel's parents because we just don't have enough information about them. Same for Adel and Zeffer's mother. I'll skip Olandrah too, because her first time was unfortunately very disturbing and not fun to read about. No point in talking about the Tekeetian King and Queen either, because they were cecaelia and had no concept of sex.

I think Eindrid and Jorun waited until marriage as is customary for their culture. But as we learned in "The Stash", the people of Loreham have an unusual practice where the bride and groom get it on for the first time in front of the whole tribe! They do this because centaurs are big, cumbersome creatures who can actually injure eachother pretty bad during sex if they're not careful. Having the tribe there to cheer and backseat them during their first time is probably annoying as hell, but it prevents tragedies and gives the couple confidence. It also ensures that a child is conceived properly, provides witnesses to the consummation, and guarantees the celebration ends with a bang...pun intended.

Anyway, Jorun is Elska's mother, so you know she ended up mangling someone or something by the end of it. I'm just saying, Eindrid always had a little extra bend in his ween from that day forward...

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[fleurdulys]

You know when jaime's half drunk ass said to brienne "i've never slept with a knight before" what he meant was "i've never slept with anyone so honourable and so brave and so kind before" like that was an acknowledgement of brienne's qualities but also an acknowledgement of his own awkwardness and insecurity. He never slept with anyone better than Brienne before.

[libraryofloveletters]

Hi! I have a request! I hope that’s ok! Can it be Y/N of course! I would like the scenario to be where Y/N is Spencer’s daughter? I just love that concept with my entire heart! Anything else with that! Mostly, happy stuff! If not no worries :)

Growing Up 

Dad!Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of child birth, mentions of drinking and being drunk, crying 

Category: fluff so much fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Author’s Note: I love this idea!!! I know you said just a scenario but I got a little carried away. Also, this picture is just adorable so it’s here :) There’s also big jumps in time because I didn’t want it to be too long. Hope you like it! 

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It was no secret that Spencer Reid wanted to be a father and that he would be an excellent one too. The day he found out his wife was pregnant was the happiest day of his life, or so he thought. 

That all changed the day you were born, the first time he held you changed everything. 

The Day You Were Born 

Spencer stood beside your mother, holding her hand as she pushed. “One more push baby” he whispered to her as she squeezed his hand. He brushed her hair from her face, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re the strongest person I know” he mumbled into the side of her face. She gave him a weak smile as the sound of crying filled his ears. 

“It’s a girl” the doctor said, wrapping her in a little pink blanket after wiping her down a bit. “Would you like to hold her Dr. Reid?” Spencer nodded as the doctor placed the little pink bundle in his arms. 

Spencer was in awe. Never did he think something so small could make him rethink his entire life. He leaned down and rested your head on your mother’s chest so she could see you. 

“She’s beautiful” she smiled up at Spencer. Spencer handed her back to the doctors so they can clean her up and check that she’s alright. He held your mother’s hand

“I can’t believe we made that” 

3 years old

You were now a toddler, sassy and talkative is an understatement.

Your mother had brought you into the BAU to visit your father. You ran into the bullpen, colliding with someone’s legs. You looked up to see your uncle Aaron, he smiled at you and crouched down to your level. “Hey princess, what are you doing here?” he asked you as you hugged him. “I wanna see daddy!” you shouted as Aaron picked you up and swung you around. You were now perched up on his shoulders as he walked you around the BAU. 

Your parents were at your dad’s desk, Spencer waved to you as you giggled because Aaron was pretending to drop you. Aaron put you down on Spencer’s desk, you pulled him into one more hug before he ruffled your hair and went back to his work. 

“Hi baby” Spencer smiled at you, picking you up and putting you on his lap. “Hi daddy!” you smiled back at him. 

“Did uncle Aaron show you around ?” 

You nodded resting your head on his chest as he smooth your messy curls with his hand. “Is someone tired?” Spencer asked you, you shook your head. “Good because Penny has cookies in her office, do you want to get some?” 

“Yes!” you shouted and hopped off his lap. Off you go running again, you had been to the BAU multiple times so you knew where everyone was. You got to Penelope’s office and waited for Spencer. Your aunt Penelope explained to you that to get into her bat cave, you needed a special pass that only your dad and your aunts and uncles at the BAU had. 

Spencer swiped his badge and opened the door. Penelope’s chair spun around to the sound of the door opening, Derek leaned up against her desk. “Y/n! my angel baby! Come here!” her arms were stretched out for you to give her a hug. You ran into her arms, she gave you a hug and picked you up. 

“Daddy said you had cookies” you looked up at her

“Dr. Reid! you let the secret slip!” she looked at him

Spencer shrugged with a smile on his face as he reached for one of the cookies. Penelope gave you a cookie which you gladly expected. 

“What happened lil mama? Uncle D doesn’t get any love?” he picked you up from Penelope’s lap. You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You had a special bond with Derek, you could tell that him and Spencer were close and even as a child you knew that. 

14 years old

You were in that weird phase where you were barely a teenager but you weren’t an adult either. Spencer didn’t know how to act around you, sometimes you missed him and wanted to be with him but then sometimes you were grumpy and didn’t want anything to do with him. 

“Sugar, dinner’s ready” Spencer called from the other side of your bedroom door. You didn’t answer him, you were too busy with your homework. You started high school and you were so caught up in the newness and the fast pace that you kind of forgot about everything else. 

Spencer knocked once more, after he got no answer he opened the door and stuck his head in your room. You were at your desk, typing away on your laptop and grumbling about something. He smiled, the way you threw yourself into school and anything you did always reminded him of himself. 

“Baby” he walked over and rested his hands on your shoulders. You jumped, you hadn't heard him come in. “What dad?” you mumbled, going back to your typing.

“Take a break, come eat dinner with me.” 

“What? No, I have to finish this” 

Spencer shut your laptop screen. “DAD! What the hell ?!” He pulled your chair away from your desk, “Either you get up or I'll drag this chair down the stairs with you in it” he told you. You rolled your eyes, he was a huge pain in your ass but you knew he meant well. You got up and walked out of your bedroom, he smiled 

“Good choice, your work will still be here when you get back.” 

20 years old 

You were totally shit faced at some college party. Your boyfriend broke up with you and you were, well, going through it. You couldn’t find your friends so you called the one person you knew would show up, you father. 

“Daddyyyy” you slurred over the phone 

“Y/n? Are you okay? Are you drunk?” he asked you quickly, you could hear the panic in his voice and some fumbling.

“Come get me” you fell over, now leaning against the railing on the frat house

“I’m on my way. Stay exactly where you are” he told you and hung up. 

It wasn’t long after that you saw him and your uncle Derek walking up to you. You were so drunk and so tired that you could barely hold yourself up. “Dad, uncle D” you mumbled trying to get yourself up, the two of them came over and helped you up. One arm over your father’s shoulder and one over Derek’s, Spencer helped you into the backseat before him and Derek got into the car. 

“What happened tonight mama ? You usually aren’t like this. I know you can have fun but c’mon, what happened ?” Derek asked you. 

Spencer knew you were too drunk to give a proper answer, he remained quiet as you groaned from the backseat. He would ask you what happened tomorrow after you sober up a bit. 

“He left me” you mumbled 

“Who did ?” Derek asked you 

“My boyfriend, he slept with the college whore” you laid down on the backseat. Spencer looked back at you through the rear view mirror before making a U-turn. “Whoa, where are we going? it’s 3 am and you live the other way” Spencer said nothing to Derek and continued driving. 

After a while, he stopped in a parking lot. He opened the backdoor and helped you out. “What are we doing here?” you asked, the 3 of you stood in your favourite diner’s parking lot at 3 am. 

“Pancakes and coffee until you sober up and then you’re going to tell us what happened between you and this boy.” Spencer told you. You hugged him, it meant the world to you that he would do something like this for you, meant even more to you that now you were drunk and emotional. 

27 years old

You were getting married today. Your best friend hooked the last button on your dress and you looked in the mirror. “Beautiful” she told you and gave your shoulder a squeeze. 

“Can I come in?” Spencer asked from the other side of the door while he knocked. You nodded to your best friend and she opened the door. Spencer saw his little girl standing there in her wedding dress and couldn't help but tear up. He promised you that he wouldn't because “if you cry then I'll cry” but he couldn't help it. 

“Sugar, you look gorgeous” He hugged you and you hugged him back. “I can’t believe I'm walking you down the aisle already, it felt like just yesterday you were born” he smiled at you as the two of you walked to your position. 

The music started and everyone stood up. You saw your fiancé at the altar, your mother in the front row with your grandparents.

All of your friends, your fiancé’s family and then you saw your family.

Derek and Penelope stood together, his arm was around her as she wiped away her tears and blew you a kiss, Aaron was beside Penelope with Jack.

Rossi and Krystall stood together with Luke and Matt, who had his arm around Kristy. Tara, Emily, JJ and Will are in another row. 

They were your father’s family and they became yours too. 

“You’re all grown up now but you’ll always be my little girl. Don’t forget that” he whispered to you, you nodded. 

“I love you dad” 

“I love you too sugar” 

[quiteanabyss]

Hello! I hope you are well. Thank you for opening requests. May I ask for any HCs you may have on sharing first kisses with the boys? Could be first time for reader or with each other. Sending you much love & hugs & hope you are enjoying the holidays. 🤍

Hi love, thank you very much for sending me my first request, and what a lovely one to start with!  As this is my first attempt at HC’s, I ran a bit long with these, so I have three for you.  I hope that’s okay.

First Kisses With ... Clyde Logan, Modern!Kylo Ren, and Flip Zimmerman.

Clyde Logan

It happens after your third date.  

Just like the first two times, he drives you home and walks you to your front door, ever the perfect gentleman.

Then, just like the first two times, you murmur goodnight, he responds, and then ... there’s this awkward moment where he’s standing in front of you, shuffling his feet and staring at your mouth, an expression of absolute want written across his face, which turns to disappointment (In him?  In you?) as he turns to leave.

Oh hell no.

“Clyde?” you call after him, as sweetly as you can.

His shoulders stiffen, and he half-turns to look at you.  “Yes, darlin’?”

“Aren’t you gonna kiss me goodnight?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so eager, or move so quickly.

Clyde hasn’t done a whole lot of kissing.  Too shy as a teenager, and too socially awkward as an adult.

But it feels so easy and so natural, that by the time the two of you manage to tear yourselves apart, a whole hour has passed in the blink of an eye.

And Clyde smiles to himself the whole drive home.

Modern!Kylo

It’s your first in-person date, though you’ve been talking for months.  First on the dating app, then on WhatsApp, and finally on Zoom.  

Thanks to this stupid pandemic, this is the first opportunity it’s been safe for you to meet.  You’ve literally been looking forward to it since almost the first messages you exchanged with him.

You honestly weren’t expecting it to be this awkward.

Considering that you’ve spent hours talking about everything under the sun

Considering that you’ve sent him multiple pictures of your tits, and he’s sent you photos of his reaction to said pictures (an outline through his jogging bottoms, but enough to have your mouth watering, and your hand fumbling for the drawer in your nightstand where you keep your toys.)

Considering you’ve told each other exactly what you want to do to each other when you meet

Why does it feel so weird?

He’s not attracted to you after all.  That must be it.  Have you catfished him, somehow?  You told him you were curvy - he’s seen your curves, for god’s sake - but maybe he hadn’t realized how much?  Or maybe - have you said something awkward?  It’s been so long since you’ve been out in public that it feels like you’ve forgotten how to People.

You’re so caught up in your own thoughts that you don’t observe Kylo having his own mini-breakdown next to you.  But you do notice when he downs the rest of his drink suddenly, mutters “Fuck it” under his breath, and looks you properly in the eye for the first time this evening.

You are not expecting him to suddenly lunge at you, but somehow you are ready for it anyway.  His lips crash into yours, your teeth click together, your noses get in the way ... on paper, it’s a terrible first kiss.  

But the intensity of the feeling behind it, the way his arms tighten around you, and the needy little sound he makes in the back of his throat when your tongues touch for the first time?

It’s absolutely fucking perfect.

Flip Zimmerman

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Flip says, arms folded across his chest.  He looks like a pouty schoolboy, but you honestly don’t care.  “Everybody does it.”

“If everybody jumped off a cliff, would you?” you retort.  It’s the kind of comment his mother would make, and you’ve selected it accordingly, just to wind him up.

“No woman has ever complained about it before,” he tells you.  He’s trying - and failing - to sound like his usual smug and confident self.

“I guarantee they were just being nice.  It’s like making out with an ashtray, Flip.”

He splutters and scowls, but for once can’t think of a clever comeback to that.

“Until you quit smoking, Detective, I won’t be kissing you.  And that’s that.”  You get out of his car, and stalk off up your driveway.  Flip watches you go, mournfully staring at your ass in those tight jeans.

That night, he savours his last cigarette out on his back porch, then throws the rest of the pack in the trash, carefully not thinking about the implications of why he’s doing what he’s doing.

The younger officers at the station are soon even more terrified of him.  If they thought he was moody and sarcastic before, he’s verging on evil now.  

Ron thinks it’s hilarious.

You’re away visiting your parents for the next two weeks.

His first Friday evening is spent pacing around his kitchen, fingers itching for something to do, and every part of soul screaming for a cigarette.

The second Friday is a bit easier, though his jaw now hurts, because he’s going through several packs of gum a day.

The following Friday, you’re back, and readily agree to go out with him again in spite of the sour way the last date ended.

You watch him carefully all evening.  He pretends not to notice.

It isn’t until he’s parked up at the end of your driveway once again that you bring it up.  “Have you actually quit?” you ask him, blunt as always.

“Yeah, I guess,” he says, like it’s no big deal.  Like he hasn’t spent most of the past three weeks tearing his hair out, and blowing up at everyone at work, and keeping Wrigley’s in business singlehandedly.

You stare at him like he’s grown several more heads than he had before.  “Why?”

He turns to look at you, incredulously.  “Because you asked me to.  And because I don’t want to taste like an ashtray when I kiss y-”

His answer is cut off when you slide across the bench seat of his truck until you’re pressed right against him, and grab him by the collar.  “Kiss me,” you say.  “Right now.”

Flip obliges.

Because you asked him to.

[blackmissfrizzle]

Lucky Ones

Characters: Kevin Atwater x black!reader

Summary: I got another Atwater request. Cuddling him. Just anything soft that gets him to take his mind off his job and a tough day. 🥰 Requested by @my-rosegold-soul​

Warnings: Mentions of death, other than that fluff!

A/N: Finally, another Kevin fic. I got more requests for him, so be on the lookout!

When you got the call last night, you knew Kevin needed all the love and affection he could get. It was a little after two in the morning when he called you, telling you, not asking you to pack a bag and that you’re spending the night at his place.

He was rarely in this mood so, you didn’t question him, just followed his request. When he pulled up, you told him you’d meet him at the car. Kevin was having none of that, he insisted on getting out of his warm car to go into the brutal Chicago winter and walk you less than twenty feet from your door to his car.

On the car ride to his house, he kept his hand on your thigh not saying a word. The silence continued, but you didn’t mind. Kevin was too tired to delve into his feelings tonight.

At his house, you waited for him to get out of the shower. Walking into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist, you had to ignore the tingles in your core. Miss. Kitty Kat would have to wait.

“Baby, you didn’t have to wait up.” Kevin slid into bed, automatically wrapping you in his arms.

“I know. Now go to sleep, you had a long day.” You ordered him while rubbing his back. Soon, you could hear his soft snores and it wasn’t long after you followed him.

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The next morning Kevin woke up to an empty bed. He jumped out of the bed when his brain finally caught up with him. Rushing he put on his sweats and shirt on to go find you.

He finally calmed down when he caught you cooking breakfast. Out of nowhere, he wrapped his arms around your middle and kissed your neck.

“You’re up early.” You continued cooking with the extra weight around you. “Yeah, you weren’t there. I need you in bed to sleep.”

“I’m sorry,” you grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your lips. “We can nap later, but right now I need you to eat.”

Kevin agreed but made no effort to move. “Um, Mr. Atwater, I need you to move so I can cook properly.” It was cute at first when Kevin first clung to you, but now you the heat of him and the stove was beginning to be too much.

Instead of letting go, Kevin clung to you tighter. He needed this close contact, so you decided not to fight him on it. You kept on cooking while Jordan and Vinessa gagged at yours and Kevin’s PDA. They could never get use to the PDA.

After breakfast was finished, you figured Kevin needed a family day. Luckily, the kids had nothing plan for the day, so all four of you could hang out. First, it was a pickup game at the basketball courts. You and Jordan versus Kevin and Vinessa. Let’s just say, you broke a couple of ankles and none of them were Vinessa’s.

Once you and Jordan were done whipping Kevin’s and Vinessa’s tails, everyone worked up an appetite. Lunch was spent at a local mom and pop restaurant, that Kevin worked a case at once. The lovely owner came to give Kevin her thanks again. “Oh, Officer Atwater, is this your wife?”

Kevin looked to you lovingly. “No, not yet Mrs. Harper. She’s giving me a hard time.” The older woman gave you a pointed look. “You’re a lucky one, young lady. You better hop on that.” Mrs. Harper advised as she set down the plates.

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.” Kevin wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your cheek, earning you two, “Get a room,” from his little siblings.

The rest of the day went by quickly. There was no mercy shown from anybody when y’all played Uno and Sorry. Vinessa thought since she was baby that everyone would go easy on her, nope! She got treated like everyone else and she easily got draw 4s handed to her.

After a couple of rounds of the games, it was movie time. Into The Spiderverse was the chosen movie and Jordan and Vinessa regretted the choice once you and Kevin started singing along with Miles to Sunflower. Apparently, it was okay for the teenage character not to know the words, but for two real grown adults, it was big no-no. Anyway, besides that everyone enjoyed the movie.

Earlier that morning, you arranged for Kim to take Jordan and Vinessa to the skating rink with Antonio and his kids. Kim even offered to let them spend the night at her apartment, knowing how much Kevin needed to spend that alone time with you and you gratefully accepted.

Now with the kids gone, Kevin laid on top of you, head on your chest, while you lay on the couch and watch Insecure. “Molly needs her ass beat. Issa is better than me.”

“Thank you.” Kevin mumbled into you. “Hmm,” you paused the show to hear him better. He rested his chin on your chest, peering up at you. “Thank you for everything today. I needed this, especially after yesterday.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Kevin kept quiet as you scratched his head. He had a rule about keeping work at work and home at home. He didn’t want to stain you with the ugliness of his job, but he needed to talk to someone, and his coworkers didn’t offer the same comfort you did.

Your boyfriend remained silent for so long, you didn’t think he would say anything. The both of you were just laid up, letting the heaviness of the situation sit in. Suddenly, Kevin began speaking about the case. A serial killer that loved to torture his victims before killing them. The team was against the clock, to save the latest victim.

From his tone and the way he fumbled over some of his words, you knew this case didn’t have a happy ending, but to hear it from Kevin was heartbreaking.  “She, um, she…it was too late when we got there.” His tears began to soak your shirt. “But she was still warm and when I…when I,” he began getting choked up. “It’s okay. Take your time.” You rubbed his back, hoping it would calm him down.

Kevin sat up to move you into his lap, pulling you flush against him. His capable hands went into your hair and he began massaging your scalp, it seemed to help him continue. “When I turned her over, I lost it. She looked like you,” He rested his forehead on your shoulder. “I knew she was dead, but she was still warm and with her looking like she could be your twin, I had to try to revive her. Adam had to pull me off.” As if it was possible Kevin pulled you closer.

“That’s why you were by my side all day.”

“Yes. I needed to keep you close, keep you safe.”

“Kevin, look at me.” You ordered him sternly, but with love. Following your command, you cupped his face. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, but baby feel this,” you kissed his forehead, “and this,” a kiss to his nose, “and this,” a kiss to his cheek, “and this,” a kiss to his other cheek, “and this,” finally a kiss to his lips. “I’m here. I’m safe. I’m not going anywhere.”

Kevin said nothing, he poured his feelings into the kiss he gave you. Communicating how much he needed and loved you. “How did I get so lucky?” He whispered against your lips. “I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one.”

Kevin kissed you once more, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Nah, we both are.”

Tagging: @my-rosegold-soul​ @chaneajoyyy​ @ourlittlesecretsoveragain​ @starrynite7114​ @sambucky8​ @jackburtonsays​ @illegalxbae 

[lvehui]

WHEN THE MOON MET THE SUN | JIHAN, CHAPTER FOUR

2:35 pm

Although he had fun coming to the Hollywood Sign with Jeonghan, basking in its ethereal view and his never-ending existential thoughts, he knew that it was the end--- the end of him seeing Jeonghan, and the end of him realizing new shit. Now, he'd return to being the anime watching, two friends having, barista named Hong Joshua.

Except he doesn't--- not yet at least.

"What's next?" Jeonghan asks the other man, who is caught off guard by the simple question.

"Huh?" Joshua can't help be perplexed at goes, "What do you mean?"

Jeonghan pokes his delicate finger into Joshua's chest, which was beating quickly enough to be felt. "What do you mean, what do you mean, dummy?" the other man jokingly chides.

Joshua goes red as roses at the sound of Jeonghan calling him a dummy in such a cute tone. His head turns away from Jeonghan's face while he shyly stuffs his hands into his pockets. "Um well... I thought that you... were done."

"Done?" Jeonghan repeats in amusement, hiccup-like laughter bubbling out. "Silly. Our adventure has just started!"

The brown-haired man's eyes go wide, but then he realizes how shocked he must look, so he quickly composes himself. An unexpected cough interrupts his chill facade, though, when he hears the word our, as in the two of them. Him and Jeonghan. Jeonghan and him.

He doesn't know if it's his lack of Korean speaking skills or his dual excitement and surprise that's stopping him from forming a coherent sentence. "Y-you want me to... go with you?"

"Yeah," Jeonghan easily replies, as if this is a no-brainer. His pretty eyes look into Joshua's cat-like ones. "But I mean... you don't have to..."

An exaggerated, guilt-tripping sigh escapes Jeonghan's lips. Joshua knows that he can just say no, go back to work, do what he had planned to do today, but once again, he finds himself saying, "Sure."

Jeonghan gets excited again. "Sure as in..?"

"As in I'll be your tour guide for a bit longer," Joshua answers. When Jeonghan suddenly grabs his arm and roughly shakes it side to side with that big grin of his, Joshua chuckles louder than usual, happier than usual.

"Yes, yes, yes! Okay!" Jeonghan says quickly, lightly bouncing on his toes. Then he lets go of Joshua and runs ahead, twirling at the very end. He fiercely points at Joshua and gives him a confident look. It shoots straight through Joshua's thumping heart. "We're going to take over this entire city today!"

Joshua doesn't doubt the other man's words--- because honestly, he feels like he can take over the world with Jeonghan by his side.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

As he noted before, Joshua isn't the social, outgoing type. He's the guy that you can count on to reject invitations to go to a bar, the guy to respond quickly to a text, only to sound like a complete robot. So in his opinion, he thinks that he makes a terrible tour guide.

But if anything, Jeonghan is the one dragging him everywhere--- Joshua is simply following him, clarifying whatever needs to be clarified, translating whatever needs to be translated as they move along the city like two fumbling teenagers, instead of two grown-ass adults.

And its more fun than Joshua wants to admit, so he keeps his enjoyment to himself until he can't, laughing at a clumsy Jeonghan who almost trips over a stair step. "Not so graceful, Jeonghan," he quips, getting a glare from the other man.

"Oh hush, you ass!" Jeonghan half-heartedly retorts, but is also laughing at himself. "Are we here or what?"

Joshua nods and stretches his arm out to showcase their destination. "Los Angele's finest Rose Garden, all here."

He doesn't throw in the word finest for no reason--- it really is. Every inch of the place is covered in lush, fluffy, tidy, bright green grass and lines and lines of roses in every variety, from vibrant oranges to soft pinks to dark reds in full bloom. There are old couples, young couples, parents, children, photographers and models situated in the garden. It's both chaos and peace, but beautiful nonetheless.

And who better to add to the garden, other than a flower prince named Yoon Jeonghan?

"This is so COOL!" Jeonghan exclaims, mouth hanging open and he spins around and around. Without warning, the man runs far into the open grass and does a cartwheel, expertly and fantastically, like a gymnast. Then, now sitting down with his palms into the Earth, he huffs and yells to Joshua, "Do it!"

Joshua yells back, "Do what?"

"What I just did, dummy dum!" Jeonghan tells him. Hands cupped around his mouth, he cheers, "I believe in you Shua!"

Slightly panicking, Joshua looks at the ground, then at Jeonghan, his body swaying backward and forward as if to prepare himself. It's hard to move forward, because now there's a bigger risk factor--- a broken neck and the death of his pride.

"Shua, honey, just DO IT!" Jeonghan hollers.

Without thinking, he does as Jeonghan says, launching his weight onto his right hand and propelling his left hand to the other side. When he does, he springs the rest of his body upward, and things seem to be going fine--- until they're not.

Before he knows it, he loses his balance and his back flops onto the ground with a thud, blinding sunlight beaming onto his face. He finds himself breathing hard, repeating the same inhale, exhale exercise, hand on his chest.

All he says is, "Holy shit."

"HOLY SHIT!" Jeonghan exclaims, and Joshua sees the other man sprinting over to him, panicked. When he arrives, he crouches down to Joshua and says, "Oh my god, are you okay?!"

Weakly, Joshua nods. "Slightly dizzy, but um, other than that... I'm alright."

"That's good because..."

Jeonghan is rambling, it seems, but Joshua isn't registering anything he's saying. He's simply gazing at Jeonghan, whose frame is hovering above him, his longish black hair hanging, his delicate face closer into view, pink lips, sweet eyes, ragged breathing... and it's surprising that their lips haven't touched yet.

Joshua considers making that move, but then he just remembers that they're practically strangers, barely friends, and Jeonghan is a foreigner, meaning that he's bound to leave. So he just watches each of his pretty features move, and wow, Joshua can't believe that he's thinking like this right now.

"...I'm sorry, like, I kind of pressured you into that one and I'm pretty sure you might have a concussion or something---"

Before Jeonghan can say anything else, Joshua grabs Jeonghan's left arm, gently. "Lay down," Joshua tells Jeonghan, whose face scrunches up in confusion for once. Joshua wishes that he could've said what he just said in a less weird-out-of-context way, but it came out of his mouth quickly.

Jeonghan doesn't question him and scoots over next to Joshua, who is already sprawled out on the grass, then flops down himself.

When he does, he goes, "I never get sick of looking at the sky."

Joshua hums, "Me neither," but what he really wants to say goes unsaid, a whole garden of roses blooming in his heart as they watch the clouds go by in silence.

[jiwonsssi]

— mistakes.

Prompt: Teach me how to play.

Characters: Eun Jiwon / 'you'

Warnings: graphic description of sex, swearing.

Jiwon was sitting in his studio for god knows how long and you were determined to get him out of this place. He is not a person to skip a meal, but he surely able to work nonstop without sleeping or talking to anyone. And he has a schedule tomorrow; would be a pity if someone would miss it. Right? You don't want that.

Working in his team for almost four years taught you a lot about being patient and, in a ways, sly. Because it is impossible to get him to do things that he doesn't want to, but need to, without brazen lies, flattery and threatening.

There is no one in the building because it is three in the morning and you sigh, unlocking the door with your pass. Security must be sleeping anyways. Making your way in the direction of his studio, you try to stay calm and do some kind of rehearsal for what you gonna say when you see him. It must be simple, because he probably is sleepy. Probably.

Opening the door, you only see his back and moving to the bit in headphones head in deem lights of the room. He doesn't like it bright. Trying not to scary him, you put your hand on shoulder extremely lightly, almost softly, making flinch away from you anyways. Scary kitten. He is farpre older than you, but God knows you find him shitless cute.

- Fuck, if you scare me like that one more time, I might die, - Jiwon grabs his head, putting messy hair backway and leans on a chair, looking at you with a reasonable question, - What are doing here?

- You need to be sleeping right now, - you sit yourself in a chair right beside him and look at all of those screens and musical instruments in front of you. You have no idea why would one use so many, but anyways.

- I have a little work to do, - Jiwon leans to the table again and rubs his face, sipping ices coffee right after.

- It doesn't look like it's little, - you look at his side profile, studying it carefully and he's, in fact, handsome. You can't deny it. He is. But maybe you are just sleepy.

- Yeah, it isn't, - Jiwon laughs shortly and you smile at him, nodding your head, - Would you mind to help?

He heard you singing. You were wasted and he was laughing and filming, but you are still not ashamed; that evening have said everything about your music talent and he's very aware of it. So what's gotten into him?

- Yeah, but.. uhm, - you nervously loon around, biting on your lip and look at him again only to notice how serious yet soft he is, - I can't.

- Why? What if I ask you to get me coffee? - soft. Yeah. My ass. You pout almost angrily and mock his expression, muttering something about heading home, - I'm kidding. Just listen.

He then looks at the screen, trying to turn on a sample and you look at the synthesizer. Next words are falling from your lips without a single notice from you and it's panic. It's a shocking panic.

- Teach me how to play? - you try not to look at him, because you said something you didn't want to say and it's suddenly hot in here. Never in your life have you thought about blushing because of him.

It's just a little pause before he humps something, looking at you and you look at your own hands without maintaining an eye contact. Because no. Not now.

- Yeah. Sure, - you weren't expecting him to answer positively and you finally look at him with surprised expression, - What? You are not too bad for something simple.

And the next thing he does make you lost every fucking nerve you have; because he puts his hands on top of yours that lay on keys, firmly pressing them into black and white plastic. You didn't want to think about how it is good to feel his hands on yours; or how veins are popping out of his tanned skin. And how it is breathtakingly good to feel his hot, smooth skin on yours.

You bite your lip when he presses one of his fingers, making the electronic piano release quite sound. Then the second one. And three more. You wish you understand the rhythm. Because now Jiwon tells you to repeat it and the only thing you thought about is his presence so close.

Nevertheless you try to press the first key and the instrument makes an ugly sound, making Jiwon laugh and you sigh. You are not sad, not surprised. There are whole different emotions that flow in you.

- You need to be a lot slower, - he does it again; pressing your finger with hs into the key and you shut your eyes, trying to forget at least about how his hands are look like on yours, - And gentle. Like this.

You could have misunderstood his first sentence, being said in low whisper around your ear, but now he made ab effort to hump it into your skin, making a herb of goosebumps run down your spine.

Holy fuck, what's wrong with him? You absolutely love it.

You haven't ever seen him as a man; he is your boss. But you just can't deny how fucking fine he is; everything about him. If only any of men you have been with were even a slightest like him, oh God. Jiwon always stood above; maybe you haven't seen him because he was too much for you to handle.

- I'm not into gentle, - you whisper it as well, trying not to lost a moment and you are not here to hide of blush. You two are absolutely grown up adults; who don't fucking even want to care about friendship and career.

- Me too, - and that's when you feel his lips on your cheekbones, kissing it as gently as possible. You catch your breath in your lungs, when he bumps his forehead into your temple, leaving light kisses everywhere he can.

You try to preach a million thousands 'no' in your head, squeezing your eyes shot and breathing heavily but he's still here and his fucking hands are still on top of yours.

It's not gonna be simple now anyway, right?

Turning to his side slowly, you finally meet his eyes and his gaze traps instantly. He looks at you with half closed dark brown eyes and everything stops for a second. Just a mere second before he crashes his lips on yours with harsh kiss; biting, sucking on each other's lips; you couldn't even imagine he would be so skilled. Jiwon got you moaning into the kiss without even deepening it.

You cling onto him, trying to be closer, tugging on his hair and t-shirt, feeling his arms having it's everywhere on your body. He feels amazing. Having his arms underneath your shirt is better you have ever expected. He parts a little, gasping for air and dragging you to his laps which you probably too happily obligate.

You grind on him the moment your hips land on his and he hisses as you make your movements slower, making sure to push on his buldge everytime. The look he gives you alone is enough to send you on fire; you saw his gaze many times, but now it's like a whole different person. You moan again, unconsciously; simply because of the thoughts he gives you.

Jiwon grabs on your waist, dropping his head backwards and it gives you one of the sexiest sights you have ever saw. His long hair are sticking to the temples, lips parting with hectic breath, hands resting on your waist and that fucking plain black t-shirt suits him perfectly. Would be better without it though.

You lean forward, resting your hands on his chest and lick his earlobe, feeling how his grip tighten with every touch of the tip of your tongue. He is really sensitive. His skin feels like smooth silk under your lips when you go down slowly; every wildly pulsating vein that you meet makes you forget about everything. Even that you are grinding on a boner of your direct boss.

He's not complaining.

He's trying to strip you.

You feel his fingers under your top, tickling feeling that makes your toes curl and lean into him more. He fumbles on your spine a little longer, finally finding your underwear clasp and than just take it off completely, tossing it somewhere. You feel his thumbs touching your nipples, firmly cupping your breasts with palms and he gives you another short yet not less breathtaking kiss before leaving a hickey and making you squirm, tugging on his hair.

Jiwon is possessive. It was always obvious.

You moan, biting on your lip to prevent yourself from screaming while he sucks on your nipple, kissing it and then he fucking blew on sensitive skin, making you joint from him; only to prevent it with tight grip on your waist.

Jiwon takes you even tighter, kissing you and without any loss of contact you sit on his desk, from which he made a mess a second before to actually sit you on it.

- You're gorgeous, - you hear his whisper to your ear after he was boldly checking you out a moment before.

You didn't think you were still able to blush, but you managed.

Jiwon takes off his shirt and you feel like a teenager all over again; that feeling of strange excitement pouring into you and you feel dizzy, looking at how he pulls a zipper on your pants down, while looking you directly in the eyes. He seduces you steadily. You grip on his shoulders, helping him with taking your clothes off and he grins again, tossing your shorts to your shirt. He hugs you, trying to help you move closer and you moan again at the bare skin contact; he's so hot. Hot and smooth; Jiwon feels fucking amazing and you twitch impatiently, leaving a wet trace on the bulge on his black jeans.

Jiwon shakes his head, stops his contest on who would leave more hickeys - he or he. He's very determined to win.

- Please, - you ars not ashamed to beg him. You would do quite literally everything for him, actually. Begging for him to fuck you is.. a simple task. Jiwon pecks your lips, smiling with all that messy hair, swollen lips and your lipstick on his neck while undoing his belt. Has he participated in courses where they teach how to remove the belt and make a woman cum just by looking at it? Because he almost succeed.

You squirm again, meowling something barely audible while tugging him closer and who would have known French kisses with Eun Jiwon can make you lose your mind completely? It has never felt so good.

He's the best you have ever kissed.

Jiwon leans backwards, breaking the kiss and looking all that glorious and you are.. doomed. You are gone for.

Not the one, my ass.

When he puts a pressure on your clit, circling it steadily, you are ready to scream, but you know that even in the night, there might be people. But fuck is it hard to think straight with his hand between your legs.

You bite on his shoulder and he pushes two fingers inside. Your head is spinning and you moan, muffling it into his skin. Jiwon continues, building you up steadily and it doesn't take a lot of time for you to get on edge; and not a lot from him to stop right away, leaving you hanging with the feeling like even your heart has stopped.

- Fuck you, - it's everything you manage to exhale before letting out another muffled half moan when he thrust himself into you.

Jiwon is painfully slow, you can feel every inch of his length stretching you from the inside and you moan all the way. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, growling and gripping your hips to the point it hurts. He starts to move after a few moments; slowly for firsts, making his way with trembling lips to your neck. Then faster, harsher; your body feels like stretched string and he builds up this mercilessly, steadily, only getting faster and harder. You moan out loud, because who fucking cares now. It's just you and him; his hands, his breath on your skin and sounds of erratic breath and slapping skin. God.

He gets you another sloppy kiss, telling to look ay him but you can't even catch your breath but he's so demanding and you are lost again.

You throw your heas backwards, moaning loudly at this point and feel his lips leaving hickeys everywhere around your throat and you just can't. You cling onto his shoulders, pushing yourself forward again and it's so overwhelming. He's stretching you just enough to make your heas spin like you are drunk; Jiwon hits that particular spot with his tip endlessly, almost mercilessly and you leave small stretches on his back without even thinking about it. He's so good. You couldn't even imagine he can make you feel like this.

Because the next thing you feel is he getting faster with his finger circling on your clit steadily; Jiwon growls to your ear, muttering under his breath something about how tight and good it feels when you squeeze him like that and it's so much. You finish loudly, clinging on his body for dear life and the feeling of his body being firmly pressed to yours while he continuously thrusts his hips into you makes you so light headed, like you have just been drinking.

He made you see those goddamn cliche blurry stars under your eyelids as you came.

And even when his thrusts become erratic, he manages to hold you tight, holding you up a little foe better access and you can't think of nothing else when he cums, moaning half loudly and crashing you into his chest.

And you just can't think about the fact that he came inside; it's so profane. You feel his cum slipping down your tights as he slips out, still breathing to your neck and that husky 'fuck' make you bury your face even deeper into the crook of his neck.

It was one night stand. It's as simple as that.

You happily let him use you as he wants it and now it's kinda hard to think about it. Especially knowing that you were careless enough to let it go without a condom.

Children are not being made with a first try. Hopefully.

Yet it all goes away with his soft kiss that you feel on your cheek and light touches of his fingertips on both of your sides. He is so gentle now. It barely breaks your heart; and when he makes you look at him, you are dying as he smiles ever so calmly, pecking your lips shortly and moving your hair away from your face.

- Don't make that face as if I am trying to run away, - Jiwon's smile is so fucking reassuring you are so determined to believe him, - The only place I want to run to is bed and you are absolutely going with me.

All those mistakes you made today are absolutely worth this moment when he hugs you closer, kissing your shoulder softly. Every one of them.

[thetourguidebarbie]

kc + "you’re muggle born, and you insist on wearing your muggle clothes on the weekends, and i just cannot get over the way you look in those jeans, like, god help me" hp au

Here is the requested fluff, Melissa! Rough, but I hope you enjoy anyway.

Caroline hummed contentedly as she laid her cheek on Klaus’s shoulder, relishing the feel of his arms around her waist as he pulled her close, his hand pressing lightly to the small of her back. It had been three long months of not seeing him. His step-dad hated anything to do with magic, apparently the reminder of Esther’s infidelity too much for his grown adult ass to handle, and because Esther was unwilling to intervene, they hadn’t been able to meet up.

They’d written to each other over the summer of course, Klaus patiently explaining how muggle post worked once she’d managed to wheedle out from him why he couldn’t have his owl at home. It wasn’t exactly advanced Arithmancy as it turned out, and she’d bought some pretty stationary from the muggle department store downtown where she bought her planners (the muggle ones were infinitely better than the ones at Flourish & Blott’s) along with some stamps. It still didn’t come close to seeing him in person though, and she’d almost forgotten how good he smelled.

“I missed you,” she said, pulling back from the hug to peck him on the lips.

“And I you, love.”

She gave him a bright smile, kissing him again before bending to pick up her cat carrier where she could hear April squirming and meowing irritably and doing a double-take when she looked up again.

She’d seen him in muggle clothes before, of course, usually trousers and buttoned shirts, but he’d mentioned that they were hand-me-downs from his brother Elijah, who was taller than him and built a bit differently.

“What are you wearing?” Caroline asked, unashamedly letting her eyes roam up and down her boyfriend’s legs, admiring the way the jeans the muggle teenagers favored clung to them. Her eyebrows rose higher as she traced his forearms with her gaze, the sleeves of his henley rolled up to his elbows to reveal his deliciously tanned skin. Summer had been excellent to him, clearly.

“Clothes,” he said, looking amused and more than a bit pleased with her ogling. “How was your summer sweetheart?”

She was pretty sure he flexed on purpose as he picked up her school trunk.

“Good,” she said absently, unable to resist the urge to reach out and rub the fabric of his henley between her fingers, tugging the hem lightly to test the strength of the fabric. “This is so soft.”

His lips twitched. “You’ve seen muggle clothes before.”

“Yeah, but these are different.”

“Well, they fit,” he supplied. “And they’re not the stuffy dress shirts Elijah wears.”

“I can see that,” she said, sneaking her hand underneath the hem of his henley to brush her fingers along his abs, grinning at his sharp breath. “They look good.”

He hummed, smirking when she leaned in to rest her chin on his shoulder, nipping his ear. “Bet they’d look better on my floor,” she whispered, and she heard him chuckle before he pressed a light kiss to her temple.

“Making big plans for the private room already?”

“Are you kidding? I have since literally the first day here when I found out the Head Girl gets her own suite.”

“You’ve wanted my clothes on your floor since your first day?” he teased, and she huffed, rolling her eyes.

“I’ve wanted Kat’s clothes off my floor since my first day. It’s an only child thing, I think. Wanting you took a little longer.”

“Luckily for me you came around,” he said with a dimpled grin, sliding an arm around her waist and nodding at the train. “Shall we?”

Caroline groaned at the sound of the knock on her bedroom door, resisting the urge to pull a pillow over her head. Her body was aching, the lights from outside much too bright. There were only two people who had the password to her suite that weren’t the professors (who had to announce themselves), and Kat would have just rudely burst in. She fumbled for her wand to nonverbally unlock the door.

“Come in,” she said, her voice scratchy, and she curled on her side and watched as Klaus entered, already showered and fully dressed in jeans and one of the Hogwarts uniform shirts.

Stupid werewolves with their stupid recovery capability and stupid alcohol tolerance.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said, his voice thoughtfully quiet, toeing off his shoes and grinning at her returned mumbled greeting. “Feeling all right?”

“No,” she said grumpily, wriggling onto her side and pressing her cheek against her forearm. “I drank too much.”

He pulled a small vial full of bright green liquid out of his pocket and sat on her bed, reaching to fiddle with her curls. “Drink this,” he directed, unstopping it for her, and she took it, downing the acidic liquid and coughing before feeling her headache immediately subside.

“Thanks,” she muttered, sighing in relief as she felt the tension drain from her muscles.

“Of course. The least I can do for my favorite thief.”

She cracked an eye open. “What?”

“I went to get dressed this morning and was surprised to find that despite the house elves returning laundry yesterday I did not have a single shirt. It was odd, but I decided to put off my important investigation to bring my beautiful and most likely massively hungover girlfriend a hangover potion. It looks like I needn’t investigate after all.”

She felt her cheeks heat and resisted the urge to burrow under the blankets to hide the evidence. “Your shirts are comfy,” she said defensively. “The muggles apparently know what they’re doing.”

“I’ll buy you some for Christmas,” he promised. “Then you can have your own.”

“No, I want yours. That’s the point,” she blurted out before clapping her hand over her mouth. Was she still drunk? God, that was mortifying.

“What’s the point, sweetheart?” he prodded, and she shook her head, closing her eyes as though that would make his smirky face disappear.

“Klaus…”

“Caroline…” he repeated, dragging her name out in a way that made her shiver. She could hear the smugness in his tone, hear that he knew at least the general direction this was going, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing to say the reason out loud.

She was quiet for a few seconds before she sighed, opening her eyes. “They smell like you,” she admitted quietly, her cheeks still burning. “I like it. It makes me feel…safe.”

He seemed surprised, and she realized that it was possible he hadn’t known what she was about to say, that he didn’t know how he made her feel. Her insecurities seemed to melt away in his presence, and she always felt comfortable. Fearless.

“You make me feel safe,” she added, trying to figure out how to verbalize her thoughts, and he laid down beside her, pulling her closer so that she was curled against him, her legs tangled with his.

She doubted he was going to respond, knowing that she hadn’t really given him the necessary “Warning: This conversation will contain emotions” introduction, but he surprised her when he cleared his throat after a few seconds, his fingers trailing lightly up and down her spine.

“You’ll always be safe with me,” he said, hesitating for a moment before speaking again, his tone teasing. “I do like the idea of you stained in my scent.”

“Yeah?” she asked, grinning. “I’m guessing it appeals to your wolfy alter ego? All the ‘mine mine mine possessive caveman’ stuff?”

He didn’t look even slightly ashamed as he smirked, still twisting her hair between his fingers. “You don’t seem bothered,” he pointed out, and she shrugged.

“It’s hot in moderation.”

He grinned, bending to nose her neck, dragging his teeth along her pulse point and following the bite with a sweep of his tongue. “Good to know.”

[fortheloveofpearlet]

Pearltox doing it for the first time (not virginity wise just together) sorry but I live for this gig

Thank you darling! Set in the drag race world but Pearl and Detox have been friends since they were kids. Called Pearl by his boy name and Detox by his drag name because it’s too hard to write with two names the same!

Send me sentence prompts and drag race pairings and I’ll write you a little drabble!

This felt like a long time coming. Matt had lost count of how many times he’d imagined it happening. He and Detox had known each other since they were really young and there had probably always been some kind of underlying sexual tension between them. They’d been each other’s first kiss when they were teenagers just realising their sexuality. They’d moved to Chicago together and started drag together. They probably should have been each other’s first, Matt had always thought Detox would take his virginity but they’d both met other people and it hadn’t happened. It had seemed for most of their adult life either one or both of them had had partners, they were never single at the same time. Until right now. And really this had been inevitable. Detox straddled him on the bed, kissing him ferociously. They’d been touring for a little while with BOTS and each day the sexual tension grew and grew. Matt found himself feeling like a teenager with a crush again whenever he was around Detox. He’d never really gotten over his feelings for the older boy no matter how long it had been. It felt like their whole lives had been leading up to this moment. Detox’s hands were desperately pawing at Matt’s body, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt in his haste. They both needed this more than they’d ever realised. Detox finally got Matt’s shirt undone and discarded it before he stripped off his own t-shirt. Matt’s hand grouped at Detox’s peck implants. Detox looked barely anything like the guy Matt had grown up with these days due to all the plastic surgery. It just went to show how much Matt had always loved everything about Detox, it had never really been about the way he looked. There was always something so uniquely Detox that Matt had never been able to put his finger on and that was what Matt found so attractive about him. Detox got them both out of their pants leaving them just in their boxers and he sat back and smiled at Matt.‘You’re sure about this yeah Matt?’ He spoke quietly. Matt laughed and pulled Detox down into a kiss.'I’ve been sure of this for a really long time. We should have done this years ago.’'Agreed.’ Detox chuckled, grinding his erection into Matt’s making the younger boy moan. Detox’s hands pawed at every bit of Matt’s skin as though he didn’t want to miss a single inch. He palmed him through his boxers and even that felt like heaven. Detox played with the hem of his boxers teasingly before hooking his fingers in the sides and pulling them down. He got rid of his own ones and laid back on top of Matt so their dicks could rub together. It made both of them gasp as they kissed.'How do you want to do this?’ Detox spoke into Matt’s mouth. 'I’m usually a top.’'That works for me.’ Matt ran his fingers over the back of Detox’s neck, then down over his shoulder blades and back before coming to his ass. Detox had always had an amazing ass, pre and post surgery. It was hard and toned but Matt knew that must be the implants. He didn’t care, it felt amazing. He gave it a squeeze which encouraged Detox to grind his hips into Matt’s. He tore his lips away from Matt’s and started down his neck, sucking at his flesh. Matt knew it would leave a mark but he didn’t care. Matt gave himself over to Detox, everything and anything else slipped away. Detox’s lips got lower, caressing his skin in a way Matt had never felt before. He moaned when Detox’s tongue ran up the length of his shaft and then it was lapping over his entrance. Matt spread his legs and watch Detox bury his head between them as his tongue plunged inside him. Matt gasped and moaned at the same time, the noise sounding a little like a pathetic whimper. Detox played with Matt’s balls while his tongue plunged in and out of him, his desperation evident. Matt was already a mess just from this, he didn’t want to blow his load yet though. He needed Detox inside him, he needed to finally know after all these years what it was like to have his first crush fuck him. He reached down and tugged a little on Detox’s bright yellow hair. The older man looked up at him through hooded eyes whilst continuing to lap at Matt’s hole.'Need you Toxy. Right now.’ I needed you years ago, Matt panted. Detox smirked a little and gave Matt’s hole one final lick before he sat up.'I need you too Matty.’Matt smiled at his childhood nickname, Detox hadn’t called him that in a really long time. He almost felt like he could be a teenager all over again. Detox placed another kiss on his lips before he located the lube and a condom. Matt took the condom from his hand and ripped it open. He rolled it down Detox’s throbbing dick slowly as if to tease him. Then he took the lube from the older man, coated some on his hand and then stroked it onto Detox’s length making him hiss. Matt smothered the left over lube on his hole and wrapped his legs around Detox’s waist pulling him close. His dick pressed against his hole and he pulled Detox into another kiss as he pushed his way inside. Matt moaned and kissed Detox deeply, already it felt as though Detox was made to be inside him. Why the hell did we not do this sooner? Detox started thrusting and Matt arched his back to allow Detox to get deeper inside him. Matt moved his hips a little in time with Detox’s thrust and he moaned loudly into Detox’s mouth when Detox’s dick found his prostate. Detox tore his lips away from Matt’s and sat back a little so he could thrust harder. He took hold of Matt’s shaft and started pumping him. Matt was sure nothing had ever felt this good before, he knew there was no way he could let this be a one time only thing. Detox thrust harder still but not too hard, there was still something so soft and caring about it. Maybe that had to do with the way Detox was looking at him, the way he’d looked at him so many times before but Matt didn’t know what it meant back then. But now, Matt was sure he could see the love pouring from the older man’s eyes. Detox was still stroking Matt’s dick and Matt was so near the brink although he wished he wasn’t because he wanted this to last forever. His dick was leaking with pre-come and his balls were aching. He reached out and stroked Detox’s chest.'I’m gonna come.’ He panted, a little embarrassed.'Don’t worry,’ Detox smiled also panting. 'Me too.’They reached their climaxes together and Detox pulled out and got rid of the condom. He fell down next to Matt and wrapped the younger man in his arms.'We should have done that years ago.’ He chuckled, stroking Matt’s slightly sweat dampened hair off his face.'We really should have.’ Matt agreed. 'Well I know one thing for sure.’ Detox cupped his face.'What’s that?’'That certainly won’t be the last time.’ He kissed Matt with so much passion it made him feel as though he was on fire. This was all he’d ever wanted since the first time he’d realised he was gay. Matt supposed the saying was true, good things really did come to those who wait. And this was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

[gonzoisdead]

Rec. League Rage Revisited

There was mould on the mitt when I found it. Spending winter on the floor of a wet shed will have that effect on a black, leather baseball glove. The white crust at the top of the webbing was nothing to be mad about: It meant the old thing was useable — and not lost. It’s the same glove I used as a teenager, playing every summer until high school when the sport I love most finally lost its fun. Unable to reconcile my competitive nature with a subpar throwing arm and low batting average, I quit and committed myself to umpiring. I lost interest in officiating, too, after a few years. So, I quit baseball. Again. Meanwhile, my glove sat unused in my dad’s garage until the second half of university when an internship sent me to Calgary for three months. Not knowing many people, I was lucky to get an invitation to join a slo-pitch team. Mostly this experience reminded me about how much I love the little parts of baseball: Yelling how many outs to your teammates every inning, throwing the ball around the horn when you get an out with no runners on base, saying “around the horn.” Oh, the sayings. More than anything about the game, I love the talking. “Let’s get on the sticks!” “Good eye!” “Grip it and rip it, bud!” But I was also reminded of how abrasive I can be socially. I am cursed with enthusiasm that translates only into intensity and an inability to be nice to people I don’t like. I never got mad about losing during rec. league slo-pitch and I was never, ever harder on a teammate than I was on myself. But the friend who invited me came up once after a bad inning with a gentle reminder about how the game was supposed to be fun. Oh, right. Fun. So, I nurtured a new love for cheering on my teammates, enjoying seeing someone break out of a slump or make a good catch on a tough ball. Still, though, the intensity flared up: Diving in a sleeveless shirt and skinning my shoulder, cussing too much and talking trash. Anyhow, I faced no consequences for my attitude. A few years later, living in Regina again, I was invited to join a dodgeball team. Dodgeball is a hilarious game and paying to play it as adults is ridiculous.   Nobody in the world should take dodgeball seriously. So, it’s difficult to justify getting kicked out of a dodgeball league. There were two incidents cited in my banning: Punching a scoreboard and flipping off another team. Both were childish; both I can explain away. Hearing these reasons cited through my team captains — who are classy people and not at all the type to get kicked out of a recreational dodgeball league — was still embarrassing despite the delicate manner in which the news was delivered. Later, somebody from my team mentioned the ejection to my dad. The majority of a family dinner after that was spent discussing my blacklist status from the league over a game meant only for children. Highlight reel stuff. This spring, about two years after “banned from rec. league” was added to my list of accomplishments, I got the itch to play a sport again. Having fond memories of my slo-pitch experience in Calgary, I tried my luck with the same league that booted me. Using a fake name. Soon, the email came with the list of people on Monday Singles, which, as its name suggests, was made up of 13 players who joined the league without teams. Austino Davies was one of them. To earn favour with my new teammates, I volunteered to pick up the equipment, an act of generosity that designated me as the team’s captain. I learned everybody’s name and cheered for them all. I volunteered to sit and to play any position left over. I tried to cuss less. I was determined to not be ��the intense guy.” I was forced to have fun because I was so damn bad. I couldn’t stop a grounder, catch a fly or hit a line drive, so I hustled in and out of the dugout and tried to provide some levity in what was genuinely bad baseball. Our team would finish the short season with a 3-6 record. I had to ask myself: What am I hoping to gain here? Most of the players on the team were new to the city and were playing as a way to meet people. As it turned out, Monday Singles was an astutely accurate team name. Going out for drinks with a group of lonely, horny people once was enough. Even during the first few games, there was an air of people figuring out if they were going to have sex with each other. All this time, I was just trying to be chill. This is not my default. Knowing I was only playing for fun with a bunch of strangers made it easier to not lose my cool over little things. I realized I had to fix my swing after hitting nothing but grounders. So, I focused on putting some loft and power on the ball. I actually ended up looking forward to slo-pitch on Mondays for a couple months. But as the season progressed, I developed friction with one of the Singles, a tall Ontarian named Dan. Dan bugged me from the start. By the second game, I noticed he was continuously criticizing the play of our Indian teammate who had no baseball experience. I didn’t think it was a coincidence that Dan was toughest on the team’s lone visible minority member. In the final game, my tension with Dan boiled over. We were playing poorly and Dan was still being tough on Harshil, yelling where to stand in the outfield and chastising him for not hitting the cutoff man. So I called him out in front of the team. After fumbling for an explanation, he went on the offensive and spent the next few innings loudly bashing me. This was the exact type of confrontation I had wanted to avoid by joining rec. league sports again. But, knowing I was in the right (and that Dan was a dick), I held my ground and tried to focus on playing well. I played fine but the team did not. After an inning of cold war tactics, the conflict reached its peak when Dan walked over to me on the sidelines and asked if I was going to fight him. “I’m not hitting anybody,” I replied, “but if you want to do something, go right ahead.” He wasn’t throwing a punch either, he said, not really resolving the situation. Neither of us apologized and we continued playing. Out in the field, as the other team’s score finally got out of reach and my patience was dissolved, I was prepared to be ultra petty. With the season minutes from over, and therefore being minutes away from never interacting with Dan, or any of my other teammates, ever again. So, after an opponent had a big hit, I watched from the infield as Dan threw the ball to me. I turned slightly as it passed from center field. Then I stood, watching it roll to the backstop. Ultra petty. Dan came and tried to make peace after. I agreed to a truce. We finished the game, did the “three cheers,” shook hands with our opponents and said our final goodbyes. I picked up the bases to return them and get my deposit back. The Monday Singles were no more. I walked back to my car slowly, with nobody around, crossing the open park and looking at the colours of the sunset. I was still embarrassed and slightly sad about again letting my rage flare during non-competitive sports. But, I stand by my belief that Dan was being a dick to the team’s only visible minority for nine games and nobody said anything. So, despite still being extremely petty, I feel better about my actions knowing that I did the right thing without laying hands on somebody. Even if I can’t make friends, I’m still trying to be a grown ass man. Still, it’s dumb macho shit — like every detail described above — that explains pretty accurately why women outlive men. Laughing at myself, I threw the bag of gear into my trunk for the last time. Nothing had really changed over two months. I didn’t learn anything about myself I didn’t already know. I hadn’t become a better person or a better batter. Truthfully, I had spent $80 to spend my Monday nights with a random assortment of people in the hopes of capturing adolescent moments of innocent fun. There were a couple moments when I was successful in that pursuit. But, ultimately, when we walked away for the last time, all those people were still strangers, just as they were before. The mitt went back in storage, right next to my social skills, back to gathering mould.