#he looks like he's wearing makeup or something

[nativegirltapes]

when drew drunkenly confessed his feelings for angel ˚⋆𐙚

warnings: mention of reader being 19 oops, idk if this is stupid ?

"hey, i don't know if this stupid, you'll have to let me know," drew giggled to himself, all the alcohol he consumed seemingly hitting him all at once, all in this moment. "but i was just out with some friends, and all i could think about was you. i really like you, like seriously.” you could literally feel drew’s smug smirk through the phone. "there's just no one like you.”

shooting up from your position, quickly scavenging through the short list of 'nonchalant' responses you could come up with you decided on, “are you asking me on a date?"

"something like that." drew smiled to himself again, toying with a nearby lighter, desperately trying to get rid of the nerves. "i'm really drunk by the way."

"yeah, i can tell." you were already mentally planning your outfit, makeup, hair, which underwear you were going to wear.

"so, is that a yes?” drew chuckled. the way he was eager for you to say yes had you growing hot and flustered. had he really been dying to take you out for this long?

“depends, where are you taking me?” you glanced at yourself in the mirror, already thinking about how good you’d look for your upcoming date. “wherever the princess wants to go.”

“hmmmm,” you mumbled through the phone. “how about mastro’s steakhouse?” you suggested the first place that came to mind. drew could take you to mcdonald’s and you’d be happy.

“reservations already set! monday, 7pm sharp.” drew slurred his words. you giggled. “so do you always get drunk and confess your feelings to 19 year old girls?”

“no, just you.”

[irisintheafterglow]

bsf!shoto doesn't understand when being punctual went out of style.

when you swing open your front door the instant he was about to knock, you startle backward like you'd seen a ghost.

"oh, wow." your eyes are wide open and your mouth gapes before snapping shut. "you're, uh, here very early," you manage to say, turning back inside and kicking the door the rest of the way open with your foot. he follows behind you as you hurry back to your bathroom, your makeup halfway done and seven possible outfits laid on your bed. he follows you through the hallway, stopping only a moment to glance at a baby photo of you on the wall. he'd seen the photos hundreds of times, but he found it amusing that you made the same face of surprise when you were little.

"i am ten minutes before our agreed upon meeting time, is that distressing?"

"not distressing, just surprising. in my experience," you continue while patting glitter on the inside corner of your eyelid, "guys don't usually show up on time for dates."

"well, it's a good thing i'm not other guys, then," he smirks and you roll your eyes with a poorly hidden grin. "i also didn't need to waste time picking you flowers--"

"since most of the stuff makes me sneeze anyway," you finish for him, your cheeks warm under the dusting of powder blush. you had known shoto for nearly three quarters of your life, yet it still caught you off guard every time he said something that told you he'd been paying attention to you. "very thoughtful of you." your eyes meet his in the mirror, flicking to his broad shoulder leaning against the doorframe. "staring is rude."

"then you're a hypocrite," he immediately counters with no change in tone, the only indication of his smugness the slightest narrowing of his eyes. his expression turns thoughtful, fond almost. he smiles softly and the endearment makes your cheeks warm even more. "i like that color. the one on your eyes."

"mmm, i know it's your favorite," you reply coyly. shoto's eyes drag from your face down the rest of your body, something different flickering across his face. "something wrong?"

"no, you just...you look beautiful," he manages to say.

"i'm wearing pajamas and all might socks that have at least three holes. in each sock," you chuckle, turning to him over your shoulder. "i certainly don't feel beautiful."

"i can fix that."

"what?"

"what?" he blinks at you, dumbfounded, and you giggle at his slip-up. "who said that?"

"you're funny, sho." you try to ignore the way his eyes follow every movement of your hands as they swipe color over your lips and make last adjustments to your lashes. when you're done, he steps out of your way so you can take your numerous outfit choices to the bathroom, settling down next to your bed to help you decide like he'd done before. "this is a little different, you know," you say through the crack in bathroom door as you tug on your first arrangement. "before, you were helping me decide what to wear for school award ceremonies and stuff like that."

"i could still do that, if you want," he replies with complete sincerity. "i do still want to do that."

"it's a little weird to be dating your best friend, since i feel like you already know all the things that would make me a terrible person to date," you continue and he falls silent on the other side of the door, prompting you to peek out of the bathroom. "sho? is everything okay?"

"yes, everything is fine." there's the slightest dip in his perfect eyebrows that tell you otherwise.

"the 'no lying' rule carries over from friendship to dating, you know," you remind him casually and step out completely, turning in a circle for the full effect. "what do you think?"

"i think that's a bit...warm," he states bluntly. you blink at him and half expect him to laugh, but he doesn't. he's dead serious about you being too warm.

"i am a little warm, yes," you admit in your thick sweater and fleece stockings. "but, i'd also like to dress warmer than i need to because it's so much easier to cool off than it is to warm up."

"i can do both of those things for you," shoto declares. "why wouldn't i do both of those things for you?"

"i don't want you to hassle and need to use your quirk on date night." your voice trails off but he's having none of it.

"is this what you mean by 'things that make you a terrible person to date?' planning ahead so you're not a burden?" you shift your weight uncomfortably under his gaze and can't muster any other answer but shrugging.

"i just...i don't want you to need to change to accommodate me, now that we're together," you explain quietly. he stands and takes your hands in his, lacing your fingers together without a second thought. "if it's easier for me to be uncomfortable and you to be comfortable--"

"why is both of us being comfortable not a possibility?" he asks, tilting his head forward slightly. "why can you prioritize me but i cannot prioritize you?" you have no further argument but his point is hammered home. "do you love me as you wish to?"

"wholeheartedly."

"then let me love you as i wish to. wholeheartedly."

[captain-bubble-wrap]

I'm over winter. I need sundress obsessed Quinn back in my life, k thanks! 🤤

Gods, you and me both! 🙂‍↕️ Mild content warning//implied sexual interactions.

"I want to take you somewhere," Quinn smirked, watching you put your makeup on. He hadn't been standing there very long, however long enough that he was obviously up to something. You had flown to Florida yesterday morning, so you had spent the day with him at the lake house. Today, it seemed, someone was suffering from cabin fever.

"Like where?" You asked, focused on setting your false lashes in the right spot. 

"I dunno. Just...somewhere."

With a soft laugh, you'd shoot him a cute, sideways glance. "That sounds slightly ominous, babe."

Quinn smirked a second time, "I just want to take you out for the day, show you around."

"Show me around or show me off?" You teased, making him laugh at your quick whit. 

"Both?"

"Quinny!" You replied in comedic shock, in that whiny tone he loved. You knew what he meant, but you couldn't miss the opportunity to tease him. 

"You know I love you," he reassured, leaving the doorframe he was leaned against to come up behind you. His hands found your waist while you found your mascara. 

"I love you too, Quinn." You tried to ignore him after that, but as you leaned forward, to get closer to the mirror, you couldn't help but press into his hips and see him smile over your shoulder. 

"What are you trying to do?" He said, trying to contain a wider smile, one brow arched slightly. 

"I'm trying to do my makeup, Quinn! I don't know what it is you're doing!" Try as you might, you'd break first. Your giggles instantly melting away your once determined facade. 

Quinn would pull you a little closer, "I'm just standing here."

You stood up, turning around to ruin whatever fun he was trying to have. His pout the clear indication, like taking a toy away from a child. "I'll make a deal with you, baby."

Catching his attention, that bottom lip would quickly retract, "Yeah?"

"Mhm, how about you go pick me something to wear while I finish my makeup? Then you can show me off, or around," you winked, giving him a quick kiss.

Quinn's expression brightened, like he wasn't expecting you to say anything like that. It was clear that he was excited to have such permission. "Really?"

He could be so ridiculously adorable, especially when his emotions were genuine. "Really."

"Anything?" He pressed, that devious tone you forgot he had, painting his reply. 

"Within reason, Quinn." You said, giving him one of "those looks". "I'm sure there are enough options for you to pick from. I know I over-packed like always."

He'd give a playful look on his face before leaving you to finish getting ready. You could have watched him dig through your suitcase, but you really did want to be finished just incase he was much quicker than anticipated. Thankfully, your over-night curls just needed let down, so once he came back, you'd be ready within ten minutes, if he could keep his hands off of you long enough to do so. 

Lashes done, lipstick on, and after a quick spritz of some setting spray, you just needed to be given your chosen outfit. Finding it odd that you had actually finished before him, you made your way back into his adjoining bedroom to see what was keeping him. There, on the bed, Quinn had two sundresses laid out, standing before him like he was making a ground-breaking decision. 

"Problems?" You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

"No...," he lied, pausing for a moment. "I like this one for today, I think."

You'd let go of him to see what he had picked, and honestly, you weren't surprised which ones had made the final selection. There was a reason you had packed so many sundresses, not just because it was Florida in the summertime, but because you remembered how a few of them had driven him crazy the first time you had wore them. The one he was holding was black and covered with orange and yellow sunflowers. It had a fuller skirt; one meant for twirling around, and just low-cut enough in the front that the girls could be seen if he wanted a tasteful peek. 

"I love this one," you commented, taking it from him and slipping away to the bathroom once more. It wouldn't take long to get into it, or to let your hair down. Quinn had patiently waited for you to come out instead of asking you if you needed him. In reality, you'd have to ask him to help you with the zipper. You could have done it yourself, but it was more fun if you included him, knowing it would make his heart race just a little. 

"Baby, can you help me?" You asked, standing in the doorway. 

"Of course."

You pulled your hair over your shoulder, the black satin hairbow affixed at the back of your head had been sprayed with your perfume and it was now near his nose.

"You smell wonderful," he added, his shaky fingers fumbling with the zipper for a moment. 

"Thank you. It's the perfume you got me for my birthday," you said, turning around once he was done.

"And you look beautiful." Quinn couldn't take his eyes off your body, it taking him a moment to return his gaze to your face. It didn't bother you, because you knew Quinn never put your looks before the real reasons he loved you so much. 'How you look is just a bonus,' he always reassured you, and you knew he meant it. 

"Thank you, baby," you smiled, arms falling around his neck as he held you; his hands tracing the curves of your body lightly. "I love you."

"I love you, too. I love you so much," he grinned, finding your mouth for a soft kiss that developed into a deeper one. 

"Careful, or you'll be wearing more of my lipstick than I am." 

His lips would trace your jawline then down your neck. You'd squirm slightly against the feeling of his stubble against your body as he moved to dot the lightest kisses atop your exposed cleavage, you smiling the whole time.

"I don't want to go anywhere, just yet. Maybe in a little bit. I think there might be a storm coming in or something," he smirked, picking you up to take you over to the bed. Quinn would lay you down gently, his delicate fingers sliding up your thighs as he urged you just to lay back and relax. "There's plenty of time to go out later."

[thecranberriesslut]

Californication

Summary: You and your best friends dad commit sin on family vacay.

Pairing: no-outbreak! Joel Miller x Fem!Reader ’Cara’

Wc: about 3k

Warnings: The age gap is girthyyyy (Joel is 40-something, reader is 18), dirty themes, smut, read at your own risk, inappropriate jokes.

Notes: It’s my first fanfic posted on this account so please be nice, also english is not my first language so sorry for any typos, also you decided to read this so don’t complain about the age cap, it’s legal guys…

Californication Pt. 2

The sky is bleeding shades of gold and orange over the navy blue early morning shade, only a couple of stars still visible from the night before. You shift in your bed uncomfortably, not having been able to sleep almost the entire night, mostly due to pure excitement. Luckily, your alarm sounds, and you get up to turn it off. 7:01, you manage to make out as your eyes adjust to the morning hue. You gather your honey-blonde hair and tie it up, so it's out of your face. As you retrieve your phone from charging on your bedside table, you see 4 new messages from Sarah, your best friend since grade school, right when you moved to the suburbs from New York.

You love Sarah, you have from the very first moment you met her. When you had just moved to a new house, and you felt all blue until you saw a beautiful blonde girl about your age in the yard next to yours-- wearing denim overalls with flowers on them, reading a book and eating a strawberry popsicle. She saw you looking through the window, and yelled to ask you whether you wanted a popsicle too. Sarah was an angel-- unfortunately, you were the fucking devil, especially when it came to Sarah's father.

Joel Miller-- You had begun to notice his appeal in the seventh grade, right around the time you started feeling things while watching that one scene in titanic. When you happened to scrape your knee outside Sarah's house and Joel had to patch you up. He lifted you onto their bathroom counter and placed a hello kitty band-aid on your knee, while looking up at you with his dark brown, captivating eyes and giving your knee a kiss. He told you that you were such a good girl for being so brave. You, being a horny 13-year-old, thought about that for months. He was your sexual awakening.

And now you're 18, still not able to look at him without your face growing hot, and your knees nearly giving out, going on spring vacation to Palm springs with your parents, Sarah, and Joel.

“Cara, are you up? We're leaving in two hours, with or without you!”

You hear your mom's perky voice yell from downstairs, she can be quite dramatic. But you wouldn't change her for anything.

“Yeah, mom!”

You quickly gather yourself and make a mental note to not think absolutely anything dirty about Joel 'sex god' Miller while on vacation. You answer Sarah's anxiously worded texts about what to pack for the vacation, and whether she can wear a bikini or will your mom think it's too whorish. The thing you love about Sarah is how much she thinks about stuff, she knows your mom loves her, and still, she's worried. You tell Sarah not to worry, and that you'd already packed, because you can think ahead too. You move onto picking an outfit for the trip.

It has to be something cute, but not too cute so my parents don't get suspicious-- but Joel has to like it.

You think to yourself, and then go on to curse yourself for thinking about Joel, and what he might like. You need to get yourself together. He's like 40, not to mention your best friend's father. You settle on some classic Levi's 501 shorts and a white Brandy Melville long sleeve, because the morning dew can cause a chilliness in the air. You decide on no makeup, and to wear your hair down, unstyled. You hurriedly grab the last of your things, phone charger, bikini-- a book.

Furthermore, you grab a Red Bull from the fridge quickly before you make it down to the driveway. Sarah's already sitting in the backseat of your moms gray sedan, and Joel's loading up their stuff. You feel weak as you see Joel, he's wearing a black t shirt that shows off his sweat glazed biceps and that damn cross necklace hanging around his neck. God-- there's something in you melting right now, and it is not from the heat outside.

“Hey darlin', need any help with that?”

Joel asks, in his low voice, smooth like whiskey, topped with the most charming southern drawl imaginable.

“Uhm, yeah! Thanks, Mr. Miller.”

You smile at him as you hand over your suitcase, trying to paint your face with an attractive smile, it is probably coming off as shy and adolescent if anything. Joel smiles back, the kind of smile that could stop traffic, and he pats you on your lower back, his hand lingering there for a second too long to be considered innocent. Even after he lets go, the heat of his big hand lingers there.

“It's no problem, a pretty lil' girl like you shouldn't be doin' heavy lifting, go on sit down, Sarah's in the car already.”

You go in the car, ready to blame the heat for your fiery crimson cheeks if it comes up. You hug Sarah excitedly and your parents carry the rest of the stuff to the car. You almost choke on your Red Bull as you see Joel opening the back door and motioning you to sit in the middle so he can fit in the back. Reluctantly, you move to the middle seat, as close to Sarah as possible, so you don't accidentally brush up against her smoke show of a father and go even more red than you knew to be humanly possible.

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After a long 5-hour drive of sitting next to Joel as still as you could, avoiding sliding closer to him during bumps in the road, and trying not to look at the slight bulge in his shorts. You were exhausted. You were so aroused and embarrassed, you feared that in the span of 5 hours Joel had noticed your horniness, had thought it was super gross, and had somehow telepathically told your parents about it. You were pulled out of your thoughts as the car came to a stop in front of a gorgeous white beach villa and Joel patted your thigh.

“Finally here, bet you're dyin' to stretch those legs, huh?”

He fucking knew. And now you needed to find the nearest hole in the ground and bury yourself in it. You just let out an awkward laugh as he got out of the car, and tried to console yourself.

He doesn't know anything, you are being paranoid.

You and Sarah managed to get out of the car, and you almost dropped your phone when you saw it.

“There's a huge fucking pool!”

You yelled in utter shock and excitement.

“Watch your mouth, young lady!”

Your dad yelled from behind the car. You and Sarah just laughed as you ran inside the villa, the tile floor freezing in contrast to the scorching hot air, you ran to the biggest bedroom and claimed it for you and Sarah. There was a huge king-sized bed laying in the middle of the room with expensive looking white sheets, and pillow mints set on the pillows.

“I could get used to this.”

You exclaimed, joking with a certain sense of indifference, as you unwrapped the pillow-mint. Sarah only laughed and said something about her dad, before he appeared in the doorway with our bags.

“Speak of the devil.”

Sarah said.

“You were talkin' 'bout me?”

Joel asked, a smug smile on his face, as he set our bags down with ease. The veins in his forearms prominent as his muscles bulged. He was strong, like-- incredibly strong, those bags weighed a lot, and he lifted them with not as much as a grunt. His rich dark brown hair fell over his eyes and he pulled it back with his hands, revealing some gray salt and pepper hairs underneath.

“Yeah, Cara was saying how embarrassing you were in the car.”

Sarah said nonchalantly, rolling her eyes and smiling at you. You were horrified. First of all, you were already terrified of Joel and now the fact that he probably thought you disliked him.

“I didn't say that! I-”

You defended yourself frantically, until Joel interrupted you.

“Sure you didn't, you lil' troublemaker. Your dad 'oughta teach you a lesson about respectin' adults.”

He joked. You couldn't say anything back, just stare at him as he turned to leave the room.

“Gosh, my dad's embarrassing.”

Sarah complained.

“No he's fine.”

You said quietly. Joel's jokes sounded like normal jokes to everyone else, but if you were a horny 18-year-old avid dirty book reader, his jokes always had a dirty undertone to them. Like that one time he suggested he bend you over and spank you for stealing some of his beers with Sarah. His words always had an effect on you, and sometimes you felt like he was doing it on purpose. Although every time he joked, you tried to hide behind your shy, enigmatic personality and not reveal that you had just gotten hornier than ever.

You had all settled in by the time the sun was starting to set, your parents had gone out for a walk and Sarah wanted to go scout the surrounding area for shops and things to do. So you were alone at the villa-- with Joel. You hadn't dared to leave your room yet, but your stomach was begging you to go get food already, and you had no other choice. So you gathered your courage and went into the kitchen, Joel was nowhere to be seen. You opened up the fridge to see a tuna sandwich, and came to the conclusion that it was probably for the road trip, and you could eat it now. So you took a bite, and felt someone's eyes on you, you turned around to see Joel wearing only his swimming trunks, hair soaking wet, and his abs glistening, as he dried them with a white towel.

“So... now the naughty girl is stealin' sandwiches too, huh?”

He accused you playfully, while dragging the towel across his body lazily, as if trying to torture you.

“What? I- I didn't know this was yours-”

You were quick to defend yourself.

“Relax, Cara.”

He said, a sly smile painting his beautiful face. The way your name rolled off his tongue felt like a direct attack to the tough exterior you were trying to keep up around him, and it went straight to your core.

“I'm jus' jokin' with you, you're always so tense around me, why is that?”

He asked, his voice remaining velvety smooth.

“Uhm... no, I'm not.”

You tried to sound convincing, you didn't. The way you fidgeted with your shirt hem and always slightly lowered your head when you spoke to him, suggested that you were genuinely afraid of him. But you weren't, just head over heels in lust. Wrongful lust.

“You jus' seem nervous is all... is everything all right?”

He asked as he walked slowly closer, like a predatory cat, he was a tall man, well over 6 foot. As he got closer, he started to tower over you in an intimidating but undeniably attractive manner. His build was strong, he looked like a man who could throw you across the room and not break a sweat.

“I'm not nervous.”

You lied. He looked at you knowingly, like a teacher who had just caught you cheating and was about to embarrass you in front of the entire classroom. He brought his big rugged hand to your forehead and made a caressing motion, you were confused until he held his hand to the light and confronted you.

“You're sweatin', and it ain't even that hot in here, you're also red as a beet.”

He smiled, having caught you in a lie. You were about to say something, but he stopped you.

“You know, lyin's not nice-- only bad girls lie.”

“What are you, my father?”

You clapped back, soon to realize that was a mistake. Because he placed his hand on your chin gently, but in a way that was meant to intimidate you, and forced you to look straight in his dark, scary eyes.

“No, and you're damn lucky I ain't, cause I'd sure as hell punish you for lyin' to me, make you respect your daddy.”

Your eyes widened in shock, and you could feel the familiar redness rising to your cheeks. He dropped your chin and laughed a hearty laugh.

"Listen, kiddo, I'm jus' messin' with ya.”

“Oh!”

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding and tried to shake off your dirty thoughts.

He didn't say anything sexual, you are just a weird ass dirty minded virgin.

“And I'd work on hidin' your emotions better. Gettin' all worked up by your best friend's father callin' himself daddy-- you are one sick puppy.”

His crude words should have disgusted you, you should've felt gross or violated or something, but you didn't. All your feelings were overpowered by one. Complete intoxicating arousal, purely from his words. You didn't have a lot of time to gather yourself when you heard the door and saw Sarah walking inside with something in her hands.

“What do you have?”

You asked, curious. Sarah held the items up, and you could make out two bagels and two diet cokes. You smiled like you had just seen a million dollars.

“I love you so much!”

You screamed as you ran for the bagels.

“I thought you'd probably be starving, I found this cute ass little café down the road.”

You took the bagels and headed to your room. Feeling extremely guilty about what had happened with her dad just moments prior, how could he just say something so-- vigorous out of nowhere, and now you had to pretend it didn't happen. You placed the bagels on the bed and changed your denim shorts into your comfortable pink Hollister mini shorts, you took out your MacBook and scrolled endlessly, trying to find something for you both to watch.

“Can we watch The Kardashians?”

You asked Sarah, she just nodded a quick yeah and bit into her bagel. You watched the show until it was very late, the sun had set completely, and the only sound throughout the house was the quiet hum of an air conditioner. Sarah was half asleep, you had almost forgotten about the whole thing with his dad already.

It's fine, you were just reading too much into it, he didn't mean anything by it.

You were way too in your thoughts to go to sleep, so you decided that a little midnight swim could do you good. You changed into a tan Burberry bikini and retrieved a white towel from your closet, and made your way to the massive pool. The air felt warm, the night had brought a cold breeze, but the heat of the day still lingered in the air, almost like a memory. The water was warm, it was sitting there day after day in the heat, so it had gathered some of it. You could easily just go all the way in, it felt heavenly-- After having swam a couple of laps you lifted your head out of the pool. You almost drowned when you saw Joel, crouched by the side of the pool, staring at you and smiling.

“Fuck! You scared me!”

You screamed at him. Coughing out some water you had accidentally swallowed when you saw him.

“Sorry... was jus' enjoyin' the view.”

He said, smugly. You decided that if he wanted to play games, you would play along. You splashed him with water so his sweatpants and white tee got soaking wet, and smiled at him-- challenging him.

“Whoa! Kitty's got claws... But you ain't a brave girl.”

“Why's that?”

You asked, swimming closer to him and holding onto the border of the pool, inches from him. The light of the moon reflected on you from the water. The air smelled like smoke, brittlebush, and chlorine.

I probably look fucking ethereal right now.

You thought to yourself, feeling confident, trying your best to give Joel 'fuck me' eyes, something you'd learned while reading one of your grotesque books.

“You know I can't come in that pool, you're hidin' out 'cause you know you shouldn't challenge me.”

If there was ever a time to be courageous, this was it. You lifted yourself out of the pool slowly, Joel observed you with a slight sparkle in his eye. You got out of the pool and slowly walked over to your towel to dry yourself off. Joel laughed a low, hearty laugh.

“I guess I was wrong.”

He said, holding his hands up in defeat.

“So, what are you doing up this late?”

You asked him, party curious, partly trying to relieve the tension.

“Oh, well darlin' if I told you I'd be considered a dirty, bad man. Let's jus' say I couldn't sleep.”

To be continued.

[mochiwonz]

─── INTO YOU ୨୧

PAIRING. fem!reader x jake sim FEATURING. heeseung as your older brother CONTENT. brother's bestfriend to ?? , smut , p in v , unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !!) , kitchen sex , breast & nipple play , grinding , cursing , dirty talk , petnames , cumming inside , jake likes to tease ;3 , mention of pillow humping NOTE. not proofread & lowercase is intended !! enjoy this yummy smut fic ≧ᗜ≦

the one and only, jake sim— heeseung's closest friend since the eighth grade. him and heeseung were both older than you, jake being born in 2002 and heeseung being born in 2001. not that age really mattered, though. ever since heeseung had first introduced jake to you, you'd always felt like he was a bit immature. too loud, too mischevious, just not your cup of tea. even at the ripe age of 21, you still saw him as a boy.

it wasn't until he turned 22 that you'd realized something changed.

it seemed as though jake had finally grown into a man— and a very good-looking one at that.

he changed the way he dressed, swapping out his skinny jeans for baggy cargo pants and sweatpants and plain hoodies for leather jackets and much more. he'd also gotten a haircut and learned how to style it.

quite the opposite of what'd you expect from him.

he also started wearing cologne— a clean but musky scent that you really liked.

you never expected yourself to ever be attracted to jake, but it happened. you were actually starting to find the one and only, jake sim, attractive.

at first, you were definitely in denial, comprehending the whole situation. you'd practically despised him since you'd first laid your eyes on him, god you couldn't believe it.

"hey y/n" jake waved at you from across the living room as you made your way downstairs to grab a cup of water.

"hey" you simply replied, not wanting to give him too much attention. you didn't even spare him a glance. you couldn't, or else you'd probably turn red.

even though you didn't look at him, directly— you could see him from your peripheral vision. he was wearing a pair of baggy grey sweatpants, a fitted black tank top, and a hat that he was wearing backwards. you could also tell that he was very obviously manspreading.

he looked hot as fuck.

of course, jake had noticed how you avoided him these days. he noticed how you would never make eye-contact, never glance at him, and never even really speak to him. he usually brushed it off as something to due with tiredness or stress, but today it felt different— like you were avoiding him for a very different reason.

you'd just gotten a glass from the cupboard and walked over to the fridge to fill it up when you heard him get up from the couch.

' oh, he's probably just going to the bathroom ' you thought.

you'd convinced yourself of that until you felt jake's presence right behind you.

"y/n" he said while clearing his throat, trying to grab your attention.

no, you had to make a run for it. you couldn't embarrass yourself infront of jake, especially right now— you weren't even wearing any makeup.

you quickly put down the glass of water on the nearest counter top and started to speed-walk away from him when you felt a grip on your wrist.

"jake, i need to go—" you were about to make a stupid excuse, until he cut you off.

"no y/n, you don't need to go anywhere right now." he says in an almost stern tone of voice, pulling you towards him by your wrist. "you know, i can tell that you're avoiding me... right?

you nervously laugh in response. were you that obvious or was he just really good at reading people?

"wasn't avoiding you..." you say under your breath. anyone could tell that you were lying, it was blatantly obvious— how you stared at the grown and wouldn't dare to get any closer to him.

"you sure, pretty?" he swiftly moves his hand from your wrist to your waist and pulls you even closer to him.

he was so close to you, you could even feel his breath on your face. you swore you could hear his heartbeat, too.

you froze, voice caught in your throat. everything was happening way too quick, you weren't even processing anything right now.

"cat got your tongue?" he chuckles, bringing his hand to your chin— indicating for you to look at him.

you reluctantly look up at him and wow. he was just gorgeous. seeing him this up-close gave you the craziest butterflies you'd ever felt. his tall nose, plump lips, pretty puppy eyes, and honey-tanned skin really did it for you.

jake felt the same way about you. he hadn't seen you this close since... forever. you'd always been pretty, but you were absolutely beautiful, now. the way your eyes were shining, the natural shade of your lips, your bare skin— you looked like an angel.

"you're so handsome" you say as if in a daze, your lips betraying you.

it's not until he plants a peck on your lips that you realize what you'd just said.

"mm, see? i knew it" jake says as he wraps both arms around your waist and turns you around— so that your back is against his chest.

all you could do was let out a weak whimper in response.

"it's okay pretty, i think you're so so gorgeous" he tells you in a low, raspy voice— his hot breath lingering on your skin.

before you can process what just happened in the last 10 seconds, he's quick to turn you around. only now, you're facing him.

jake is quick to pull you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck as his large hands find your ass, groping it.

"shit baby, you taste so good" jake manages to groan out in-between kisses.

you'd been daydreaming about jake lately. especially about how he'd kiss you. however, nothing could compare to how he actually kissed you. the way his plump lips felt as though they were molded for yours. the way he was basically attacking the insides of your mouth with his tongue. god, he was such a good kisser.

you tangle your hands in his pretty black hair as you deepen the kiss. in one swift motion, jake picks you up and gently places you on the cold, granite countertop.

growing needier and needier by the second, you start to rut your clothed cunt against his erect cock.

you both pull away from the kiss, breathless and in a daze. jake is quick to grind his hips up into yours.

"fuuckkk" he moans as he throws his head back, "feels s' good, pretty— fuckk"

your lips form an "O" shape as you squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure almost unbearable.

sure, you'd humped your pillow thinking of jake, but this was definitely more than a thousand times better.

"jae— ngh!" you lay back onto the countertop as jake pulls your hips closer to his, increasing the friction.

"call me that again" he grunts in a deep yet breathless tone of voice, pretty black hair sticking to his already sweaty forehead.

"faster jae! faster!" you moan out in almost a shriek. you're not sure how much of a mess you are right now, you just know that you feel so fucking good.

before you can even catch on, you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach— you were so close, so close to cumming. and right before you reached your climax, jake pulled his hips away from yours.

jake catches how you frown at the loss of friction and laughs.

"not funny..." you say, staring at his veiny hands and forearms.

"never thought it was funny, princess. just want you to cum on my cock"

you feel your pussy get even more soppy at his dirty words. you knew that your panties were most definitely soaked, at this point.

"that's what you want, right pretty girl?" he asks, already knowing what you're going to answer. he just wanted to tease you a little.

pretty, pretty girl, baby, princess— all the petnames were killing you. not only that but his thick accent, too.

"yes" you mumble.

"hm?" he teases, slowly removing your pajama top— loving how your ears go completely red.

"yes please jae— " you're caught off guard by a warm, wet feeling around your nipple, jake's mouth. he's flicking your hardened nub with his tongue while groping your other breast with his hand.

"oh fuckk jaee" you whine, the feeling unfamiliar but so good.

the pleasure he's giving you right now is quite literally insane. you didn't know what to do with yourself, you were a moaning mess. your hair was sticking to you forehead, your skin was glistening with sweat, and your eyes were rolled all the way to the back of your head.

you weren't the only one that was a moaning mess, jake was too. he was lost in the pleasure, desperately grinding his hardened cock against your thigh toying your erect nipple with his tongue, your little moans and whimpers making him even harder— if that was even humanly possible.

"want you now, shit— please" you say, squirming around. jake finally removes his plump lips from your breast and looks at you, his gaze filled with both adoration and lust.

without saying a word, jake swiftly removes your pajama shorts and his black tank top and grey sweatpants.

now you're completely bare, and so is jake.

he was shamelessly eyeing every inch of your body, his eyes moving from your collarbones, to your perky breasts, to your puffy, neglected cunt. you were so beautiful, so so beautiful.

becoming impatient, you sit up and tug on the band of his boxers, indicating that you really needed him, inside of you— now.

"want me so bad, huh y/nnie?" he teases, once again. you squeeze your thighs together at his statement, feeling your wetness dripping out of your pussy onto your inner thighs.

you eagerly nod in response, not being able to form an actual response. he pulls down his boxers to reveal his cock, on display just for you.

he had such a pretty dick, i mean— what did you expect? he was jake sim, after all. the tip of his cock was a pretty pink, the same shade of pink as his lips. it had 3 prominent veins wrapping around it. the way it was proudly standing against his abs was causing you to drool.

jake guides your hand to his dick, wrapping your hand around it and guiding your hand up and down. you both moan at the feeling, you couldn't believe this was happening. neither could he.

"feel how hard i am? see it? just f' you, pretty" he tells you as you smear his precum all over the tip of his cock. he squeezes his eyes shut at how your soft hand feels against him, so fucking good.

you remove your hand and lay back on your forearms, bringing your hips closer, causing your wet pussy to rub against his tip. he opens his eyes at the sudden loss of movement. he looks down at you, only to quickly gasp at the feeling of his tip rubbing against your sticky folds.

"shittt" he moans in an almost whiney tone. the feeling of your bare, wet cunt against his cock was making him lose his sanity. he swears he could cum just from this.

you're both grinding against eachother, until you feel his hips pull away from yours.

"jake wha—" you're immediately cut off by jake. not with words, though.

it's the feeling of his large, erect cock inside your gummy walls. you didn't even notice him sliding his dick into your pussy because of how absolutely wet you were.

"felt like i was about to cum, had to be inside you incase i did" he grunts, once again bringing his hand to cup your breast.

neither one of you moves. you were still adjusting and jake was just holding back, he was so close to just letting loose and fucking your brains out.

however, it was now your turn to catch him off guard. you started moving your hips at a quick pace while rubbing your clit with your thumb.

"oh fuck baby, just like that, keep fucking yourself on my dick like that, shitt"

you clench around his cock at his words, causing him to let out a whiney moan. he quickly leans down and leaves wet kisses along your neck.

jake notices how you've seemed to slow down and decides that he's really going to fuck you now— like how he has wanted to for so, so long.

he begins thrusting into you as you lazily grind your cunt against his dick. he's slamming his cock so deep inside of you at such an animalistic pace, it's almost unbearable. but in a good way, of course.

"shit, shit, shit" he grunts out every time he thrusts his dick into you, his balls slamming against your plump ass.

all you can do is moan and whimper. your hands are grabbing onto his hair so hard you'd think he'd be in pain, but he actually finds it so pleasurable.

"pussy so wet f' me, love this pussy" he slows down just a little, thrusting deeper instead of faster. with the way he's fucking you right now, you can hear how your pussy squelches every time he thrusts into you.

"hngh! jae, 'm gonna cum, gonna cum—" you moan loudly as you pull him into a sloppy kiss, cutting yourself off.

jake wastes absolutely no time and starts fucking you at an unreal pace, much quicker than before. within no time, he finds your g-spot and places his hand on your clit, rubbing circles on it. your hands are still tangled in his hair, still pulling on it.

"yeah? gonna cum for me? cum on this dick, princess— shitt, holy fuck" he rambles dirty words on and on, bringing you closer to your climax.

before you know it— you're creaming his cock with your cum. you black out for a few seconds from your intense orgasm, as jake continues to slam into you. he's so close, so fucking close.

"gonna cum inside you, fuck, fuck, fuck— squeezing me so tight baby, shittt"

jake lets out a loud grunt as he spills his load into your warm cunt, holding your body close to his.

yeah, this was the first time you two had fucked, but it definitely wasn't the last.

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[projectjasper]

JOONG ARCHEN AYDIN: On his first steps in the entertainment industry, how to lie to idol factories that are trying to control your weight, and his impressive resilience in the face of tragedy

Joong: Actually, I moved to Thailand when I was 16. The reason I moved was I wanted to finish school quickly so I could get a job quickly. I really wanted to grow up. I wanted to live my own life because back then I thought being an adult was great. Right? So I started working as an actor. I was actually walking around Siam and then I went to a casting and got the role.

That's really how it happened! In the early days, I participated in a fashion show and accidentally got the first place.

Aou, Santa, Pond: Oooohhhhh!!!

Joong: And then I became more confident and someone just happened to see me. I was walking around Siam, I was in the middle of Siam Square, and a person just pulled me away. They were like: "Are you interested?" I was wearing really nice clothes that day. It was an Abercrombie t-shirt and Gucci jeans.

Yeah, I borrowed them from a friend.

Anyway, I remember going to the casting. Everyone had their hair and makeup done, some already had fans. We all sat down. The line was very long, there were multiple rows. This one guy just stood up, went up to his fans, and started waving. He was saying "thank you", "thank you for your encouragement" and things like that. We were all waiting to go up to the slaughter room.

No, really, they call it "the slaughter room". There was like twelve of us. They weren't saying much, they were just kind of looking at us, and then they told ten people to leave. The only two left were me and another person. They told us: "Ok, you passed". I was asked to do this one bit and then sent home. I came back for the final round, which was like an acting round, and then I finally got to play. I got to be in a series, I became an actor. It was my first drama, I might not have played very well, but I got some fans! My followers on Instagram went from 5.000 to 500.000. So I started as an actor first but then an opportunity came up. I never thought about it before, but I did like idols, I was a fan of many groups. It was BigBang first, then BTS... When I was in Türkiye, even before coming to Thailand, I already liked them. I used to record dance videos with my siblings at home and upload them to the internet.

"Fake Love" [starts singing a little]. Yes, at the time I was obsessed with it, I really loved it. Then I got an opportunity with a Chinese company. They suggested I go to China and join a TV show contest. At the time, I was weighing my options - I was doing pretty well in Thailand, should I stay here? Eventually I decided it would be better for me to move to China. I wanted to try something new and it was an opportunity to do just that. Since I was an actor, I already had events where I sang and things like that, but I never...

Pond: Danced?

Joong: Yeah, I never danced there. Well, maybe just a little. I took only a couple of dancing lessons. Everyone else is like "oh, I've been dancing since I was a kid", but I started when I joined the contest in China. I was training for about two months and it was very stressful, because I had to study both the language and how to dance. And in comparison to the friends I was training with, I was quite inexperienced because some of them had sung and danced before, they had a solid background.

Personally, I was becoming more and more handsome at the time.

Aou: Ooooohhhhh!

Joong: Before that I was still a kid.

So, two or three months passed, we actually went to China to train there. We were meant to go on for two or three more months, then filming would start and the program would air. It was quite fun, because I got a chance to go with friends from Thailand and there were also trainees from other countries - China, Korea, Japan, it was very international. I got to know a lot of people. We were training together and it was a very warm environment. Because we were practising together, living together, waking up together, eating together.

Food was bad, it was food for trainees. Broccoli and fish, stuff like that.

Interviewer: So it wasn't tasty food, it was healthy food.

Joong: Yes, everyone on the show was on a weight control diet. We had to weigh ourselves and then report back every single day. We also had to send video clips, so they could check what we're eating. They were actually looking at our food. They were asking us about our bodies, how we "build discipline".

But hey, let me tell you. There is a trick to weighing yourself. For example, like I weigh what? 77kg or something. If I touch my finger to the wall, it becomes 75kg!

Santa & Pond: Really?????

Joong: And if you press real hard, it will be 70kg.

The food they gave us was Jian Fei food, diet food, but if you think about it, it takes a lot of energy to practice as much as we did. So I ate a lot. I ate a little in secret.

Santa: Just a little?

Joong: Yes! At the time, I was thin. But yeah, everything else was going well - the environment, the friends I made, and all that. The teachers gave me a lot of encouragement because... I was good at dancing, but when I went there, people were on another level. The guys from Japan were dancing so fiercely, the guys from China were like... wow! Some of them had been dancing since they were twelve, others had just started. I realised we are not the same at all. Like let's say there is a close up, right? I wouldn't have been able to dance as fast as my friends.

I felt really bad. Because I was giving my best, but it wasn't good enough. I couldn't remember every move. And there were people who were really good there! Let's say there was a hundred people - one outstanding person received an award from the teacher. Out of a hundred people, one would get a star. Literally. The teacher would take a star and stick it on that person. Me? I never got it! It was both discouraging and tiring. I woke up early to go training at 7 a.m., came back at 11 p.m. every day. Kind of similar to Santa.

Santa: Yeah.

Joong: But still, things were going well. And then, like three days before filming:

COVID.

Aou: Oh no...

Joong: So suddenly it's all over? Honestly, when we first heard the news going around, no one believed it. Everyone was like: "What? No way! The training has been going on for months and hundreds of people are participating, from so many different countries. How could it all just collapse?" But I went back to the dorm and got on a video call with the company. They said: "Listen, kids. The plane tickets will be arranged and then you can go back in about a month. You'll have to quarantine for around 15 days". So I was just stuck in a room for 15 days. It wasn't like I went back to Thailand and was just sitting around feeling sad. I came back to sit alone in a room and cry for 15 days. And it felt like I left everything behind in Thailand and went to China, but then I returned.

It's not just that I was sad....

Pond: But what would happen now that you were back.

Joong: I wasn't part of anything because my contract stated that if I didn't have a show, I was basically independent. I came back and everything just felt so empty. I was like: What should I do? I don't know what to do! There is no way forward. Did I have any money? No. I only had around 50.000 baht left before going to China. And I spent a lot of money there too. I don't know what I was so confident about, but I spent a lot of money. For some reason I was just so sure that somehow, no matter what, I would gain something from this whole experience. It had to have been worth it, someone had to have noticed me. That was my mindset at the time. So, I came back, COVID was happening, and then my dad died.

I have no money. My dad died. COVID.

My dad died, I can't do anything. When my mom called me, I was shooting an MV with my friends. We were supposed to shoot for three days and my mom told me dad passed away on the first day.

Pond: That's awful.

Joong: I cried the first day. I was putting on makeup, crying while putting on makeup by myself because it was a self-made project.

Interviewer: So it was a self-made project with your friends?

Joong: No, with the label. But we did everything on our own, we paid for it on our own, because we wanted to give back to all the fans supporting us in Thailand somehow. We had no shows, no songs, no nothing, so we decided to make it ourselves and pay for it ourselves. Even though we didn't have much money at the time. It was tough.

Interviewer: How did you get through it? What did you tell yourself? You were disappointed, you had no money, someone you love passed away...

Joong: The thing is, I had no one to rely on anymore. If I couldn't rely on myself, there was no one else to help me. I had to survive, my siblings had to survive. So I just fought and kept going. I had to find a way, somehow. I announced that I have no label and just started over. I told my manager at the time, who was taking care of things slowly, that if they had any work, I was prepared to take it. Or maybe I could just go out there and try to find something on my own? Because I was just sitting around doing nothing. At the time, I had this person to take care of me, right? But maybe because of COVID or something like that, they couldn't find me a job. So I thought: Should I keep going like this? If they aren't giving me anything, can I try to find something on my own? Go out there and fight by myself? So I became a freelancer. But in just two weeks, I was contacted by a label, so thankfully I didn't have to stick to freelance for long.

[sweetdispatch]

Sex stays, right? - J. Hughes

Purple Chemistry | Previous Chapter

summary: Jack opened to you after one of his lost games to later ignore you

warning: mentions of sex, swear words, misunderstanding

words: 2.0k

note: devils - rangers game is a good reason to post another chapter haha

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Everything went back to normal with you two. Well, normal after your secret was out. Jack was still showing up at your apartment when he needed to fuck you. Although, after you received the flowers, you started talking on a daily basis. It wasn’t the same as earlier when he only wanted sex. You felt that he’s trying to trust you again.

Still, Jack was enjoying the deal you two had about sex. He didn’t want to pressure things but having someone for a night was nice. He didn't feel bad that he was using you for this but after he fucked you and left undone, it brought him to realisation that you’re more than just this. He was bitter about the lie and your favorite club but he wanted to make it as normal as possible. 

During Christmas time, Jack gave you a gift and you were in shock because you didn’t prepare anything for him. You never thought he would come up with something like that. It was a teddy bear and your favorite chocolate but for you, this gesture meant a lot. You wanted to give him something but he was repeating that it’s fine. This teddy bear was sleeping with you from now on.

Day before New Year’s Eve, Jack played in Boston. You watched this game and saw that his team had a 2:0 lead, and lost 2:5. This time, you held your tongue and decided not to say anything. You felt bad for him but not bad enough to talk with him about it. You were sitting quietly at home, searching for inspiration for a tomorrow’ party. 

You woke up in the morning and went to prepare yourself with lemon water. You heard knocking on your door. Being sure that one of your friends decided to visit you, you opened the door but it was Jack. You let him in but didn’t say a word to him. You were keen on your preparations instead of him. 

“I feel like a loser” He sighed and dropped on the couch. 

“It’s just one game, move on and focus on the next one” You didn’t want to have your mood ruined because of his pity party.

“Easy to say for you, we were leading and later we let score 5 fucking goals”

“Oh c’mon, games like that happen. Now, you can just learn from the mistake and be better in the next ones” You said while washing your glass. “Now, do you want anything more or can I start getting ready?” 

“Are you going somewhere?” He asked surprised.

“Yeah? I’m going to a party with my friends and I need to get ready” You replied.

“Can I stay and just talk?” You looked at him with shock written on your face.

“Um… sure. If you want” 

You went into your bedroom and sat down in front of your mirror. You pulled out your cosmetics and started working on your eye look. Jack sat down on the bed and talked his heart out about this game, how he feels playing and how his team is doing. You were listening to every one of his words but didn’t interrupt him. You wanted him to feel free to express his feelings. 

For Jack it felt so normal to lay in your bed and talk about everything. He hadn’t felt weird to be honest with you about what he’s thinking. Your presence was calming him even if you were only listening to him. He wished you two were more than this but he couldn’t forgive you lies and he was bitter over who you are rooting for. In his mind, you're a Rangers fan so you could never truly support him. 

After two hours, you were done with your makeup and stood up to go change into a dress. Jack laid on your bed and rested. This was a quiet moment between you two. No talking, just enjoying each other's presence. You grabbed the dress and went into the bathroom to change.

“I saw you naked, you don’t need to hide” Jack joked and you rolled your eyes. 

When you were ready, you left the room and Jack looked at you. You were wearing a short black dress that laid perfectly on your body. He was looking at you for a couple seconds and you felt insecure that it’s not a good choice.

“Do I look bad that you are staring?” You asked him and he quickly shook his head.

“No, actually I think you look gorgeous” You blushed hearing his words.

“Thanks” You walked into a closet to pick out high heels and a purse.

Jack sat up on your bed and couldn’t erase the image of you in this dress. You looked like a goddess and all he wanted to do now was to worship your whole body. Quickly he remembered that you’re going to a party and started feeling possessive that other men will be looking at you just like he is. Your voice brought him back to reality.

“Okay, I’m ready and you need to leave” You said while putting on your earrings. 

“Do you need a ride to the party?” He asked you but in reality, he just wanted to know where you were going and be sure that you’re safe.

“Yes, you’ll save me some money” You giggled.

You left the bedroom and grabbed your coat from a hanger. Jack followed you and you two left your apartment. You were following him to his car. As a gentleman, he opened the door for you. You gave him the address and focused on the road ahead of you. It was a nice feeling to know that he’s there with you but you felt like he’s doing this as a way to repay that he could talk to you earlier.

“If you want, I can pick you up from the party” You heard his voice. 

“No need, I’m coming home with my friend and I’m staying there for night, but thanks”

Jack dropped you in front of the house where the party was held. You placed your hand on the handle to open the door before Jack stopped you. 

“Let me know after the party that you’re safe… please” You looked at him, shocked that he cares that much about you. 

“Yeah, of course” You replied and just like that, you left him behind walking into the party. 

Jack watched you when you entered the house. He felt jealous that he’s not the one to take you out there or be your plus one. Today’s day made him realise that he has stronger feelings towards you that he would like to admit. Although he started questioning if you also had them looking at how cold you were to him. 

Since the New Year’s Party, you felt like Jack is putting distance between you two. He started talking less to you and you were wondering if you did something wrong. Maybe he’s mad that you didn’t respond to him while he was having a monologue? That was your first thought. You asked him about it but he said that everything is fine.

For you, nothing was fine. Jack was starting to trust you again but now, he was ignoring you. You knew that there’s a tension between you two, when after a tough loss, he hasn't showed up at your place like he was always doing. You wanted to scream at him and get your answers but decided to give him space instead. Two can play this game.

You stopped talking to him. For the past weeks, it was you who always started the conversation and Jack’ replies were dry. You were done with this. If he made up his mind, he’ll text you. One day turned into one week with no message from him. It bothered you but you didn’t want to let him win. 

Jack was confused with his feelings. One part of him wanted to have you close but the other part was scared that he’ll fall for you. He thought that the best thing he could do is to keep you away while he’s trying to figure out things. He felt bad that you’re always the one to talk with him but he didn’t do anything to change it. When you stopped, it finally was a signal for him that he needs to fix it.

You were coming back from work after a tough day. You needed a bath and wine to relax. When you left the elevator, you saw Jack standing in front of your door with flowers in his hands.

“What are you doing here?” You said not even bothered to look at him. You were searching your keys in the purse. 

“I came to apologise but you weren’t home so I waited” You opened the door and walked into your place, he followed you into. “This is for you” He handed you the flowers. You went to grab a vase and put the flowers.

“Thanks” You replied and the two of you stood in awkward silence for a minute. “Are you planning to say something or just came to fuck me?” 

“I just want to say sorry. I’ve been awful for the past couple of weeks and you didn’t deserve it. It's just…” He took a deep breath. “I like you and you're a good friend for me but it feels weird for me to forget about the lie and I needed to think about what we are even doing” He chuckled. “But when you stopped talking to me, I realised that I miss our pointless conversations and just hanging out around you” 

“Let me get this straight. You needed to think if you want me around you because I lied to you and you didn’t know if you can forgive me?” You asked.

“Yeah but as you said this like that, it sounds terrible” He laughed.

“It does” You sighed. “So what are we?” 

“Friends? If you want this of course” 

“I want this” You hugged him. 

“But the sex stays right?” You rolled your eyes at his words. 

“Sure thing. Now if you excuse me I have a date with my bath and wine” 

“How about you take a bath and I’ll order food and we’ll enjoy the night” You smiled at him.

“I would love that”

You prepared your bath and laid in the hot water trying to relax. Instead, Jack’ voice was ringing in your head and his words. You were overthinking the whole situation. In the meantime, he ordered your favorite meal and poured you a glass of wine. He didn’t want to drink because he still needed to return to his apartment. He turned on your favorite movie and waited for you. 

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you dressed up in more comfortable clothes and went to the living room. You saw Jack unpacking your food and smiled at this sign. It felt too good to be true. You sat next to him and the two of you enjoyed the meal and movie. After you finished eating, you started talking about how your life has been lately and joked around. Couple hours later, he left your apartment and you were lost in your thoughts about what the two of you are.

Last two months were interesting to say. You and Jack after a major argument and his ghosting finally returned on the right track. Everything was going smoothly for both of you and you felt like he’s trusting you again after the conversation when he returned from Boston. Your feelings for him came back like a boomerang and this time, you didn’t want to mess up. 

Jack opened his heart for you again. It was a tough process for him but last month helped him to realise that you’re his true friend. He needed to have you around because even if you were on the opposite side in his sports life, you were always next to him in his private life and that was the most important thing for him. 

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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Sugar & Spicy Books Chapter 3

Summary:  Y/N is an accomplished writer who is newly divorced, and out of fear of the unknown, moves back to her small hometown she swore she’d never come back to.  She comes across her best friend that never left, who helps her out of a tough spot.  Will old feelings arise?  Or is she just too big for such a small place now?

Warnings:  language, smut

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Y/N got into a routine with Bucky and Autumn.  On the days she picked up Autumn from school she would take her out and about to grocery shop on Mondays, accompany her to softball practice on Wednesdays, and every Friday was take out night.  She loved spending time with Autumn, and could see childhood Bucky in her whenever they would play, or in the way she smiled or laughed.  She also got to spend a lot of time with Winnie, which she was grateful for.  People around town recognized Y/N from way back when or from her books and would try to talk to her sometimes, but she always politely brushed them off whenever she was with Autumn, not wanting to be a spectacle.  Every night after they all got home, had dinner, and Autumn went to bed she and Bucky would talk for way too long, catching up and having in-depth, intellectual conversations that she missed.  She could feel that crush coming on full force as their friendship picked up right where it left off all those years ago.

Two weeks later they all came home one Friday with Bucky acting extra excited.  “Alright, Autumn!  You’re having a sleepover weekend at Grandma’s!” he announced.

“Yay!” Autumn cheered, running up to her room to gather a bag of her things.

“And you and I,” he said quietly, pointing at Y/N, “are going out.”

“Out?” Y/N smiled.  “Out where?”

“Boston,” he smirked.

“Boston?” Y/N scoffed.  “What the hell for?”

“To celebrate,” Bucky said.  “Go change into something nice but warm.  And pack an overnight bag.”

Y/N watched him walk up the stairs with wide eyes.  She quickly followed, changing into one of the nicer dresses she still owned, fixing up her hair and makeup and wearing sensible shoes, just in case.  She grabbed her fluffiest cardigan and a larger purse to carry her overnight things.  When she went back downstairs Autumn was jumping in place, holding her own bag and pillow as Bucky was fixing his hair in the mirror in the entryway.

“Daddy let’s go!” Autumn whined, then turned to Y/N and gasped dramatically.  “Y/N you look beautiful!”

Y/N smiled at her.  “Aw, thanks lovey,” she said, looking down at herself.  She looked up again at Bucky who was more dressed up than she had seen him since she came to town, looking dapper and cleaned up.  She whistled at him.  “Wow, Barnes, you really know how to clean up,” she smirked at him.

Bucky blushed at her compliment.  “Says the woman who came down looking like that,” he gestured to her.  “Looking good, Y/L/N.”

She hid her blush behind a laugh and reached out to squeeze his arm.  Autumn pulled on the sleeve of her cardigan and she quickly placated her.  “Alright, alright, let’s go.”

After dropping Autumn off the ride to Boston was two hours.  She and Bucky talked the whole way, reminiscing on old times and crazy things from their childhoods.  Bucky pulled up to a small hotel downtown, checked them in and dropped off their overnight things, then ordered an Uber.  The driver pulled up to The Bell in Hand Tavern.  “Oh Jesus, I remember this,” Y/N giggled.  “When Sam got us fake IDs and we drank way too much.  I had to haul your ass down the street before the cops came.  You were trying to kiss me the whole way.”

“I remember everything up until that point,” Bucky laughed.  “Then Steve drove us all the way home but missed the turn off and took us to Sugarbrush Farm.”

“Where you bathed in the smallest vat of maple syrup I’ve ever seen,” Y/N laughed as he helped her out of the car.  “You were sticky for weeks…Sugar.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and wound an arm around her shoulders.  He dipped his head down to her ear.  “You think you’re teasing me, but I like it when you call me Sugar,” he said.

“Oh really?” Y/N scoffed, looking at him.  Bucky arched an eyebrow at her as he steered her to the main front bar and flagged down the bartender.  “Hi, I’ll have a Jameson Black Barrel.  And she’ll have a,” he eyed her, “Nantucket Lemonade?”

“Ugh, yes,” Y/N moaned, her eyes rolling back.  “I haven’t had that in ages.”

Bucky’s eyes widened at her expression but he quickly looked back at the bartender.  “That’ll be it,” he nodded.  

When their drinks were ready he took her over to a small table by the window and they sat.  “So, what are we celebrating?” Y/N asked.

Bucky held up his glass.  “Cheers to your divorce.”

Y/N laughed loudly and clinked her glass against his.  “Cheers!” she said, drinking the cocktail.  “Fuck that’s good.”

They ate and drank the night away, laughing and talking too loud as they got more tipsy.  They didn’t notice people leaving until the bartender yelled out, “Last call!”

“Oh shit,” Bucky giggled and took out his phone.  “We gotta go, honey.”

“Aw,” Y/N whined.  “But I’m hungry!”

“We’ll find something to eat on the way back,” he smiled as he stood and helped her get up.  She leaned on him heavily as he paid the tab and then ordered another Uber.  

“How are you still standing and I’m struggling?” Y/N asked, gripping his arm tight.

“‘Cause I had two whiskeys and drank water, and you had…four cocktails?” Bucky chuckled.  

“Ugh,” Y/N groaned as he helped her into the Uber.  They convinced the Uber driver to stop by a fast food place to grab food before going to the hotel, inhaling the burgers and fries while they stumbled in and eventually found their room.

Bucky fumbled with the key card, dropping it twice while Y/N fought back fits of giggles.  When he finally opened the door they both fell inside, laughing maniacally as they sprawled out on the floor and the door shut loudly.  “Ssshhh!!” Bucky shushed her, bringing a finger to her lips.  “It’s late!”

Y/N playfully nipped at his finger, making him gasp.  “Gotcha,” she teased, before rolling over and crawling toward the bed.  Bucky crawled after her, and as she started to climb the bed he slapped her ass.  “Buck!” Y/N gasped, looking back at him.

“What?  It’s not my fault you have a great ass,” Bucky smirked.  

“Oh no, are you gonna try to have your way with me like last time?” Y/N laughed, lifting herself up onto the bed and laying flat on it.

“How dare you!  I would never take advantage of such a refined lady!” he said in a horrible British accent.  He flopped onto the bed next to her.  “Though I can assure you…you’d love it,” he winked.

“So sure of yourself,” Y/N giggled.  Her head was feeling fuzzy, the filter fully gone as she turned to face him.  He leaned on his elbows, making it so he was slightly hovering above her at the angle she put herself in.  Y/N stared at him for a moment before her hand reached up and her finger traced his lips.  “You’re a good kisser, did you know that?” she asked.

“What?” Bucky scoffed.  

“The night before I left,” Y/N frowned.  “You kissed me, remember?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded, blinking rapidly.  

Her thumb ran along his bottom lip, slightly pulling it down before she dropped her hand between them.  “Softest, prettiest lips,” she whispered, then closed her eyes.  “Felt like my heart was…flying that night,” she breathed.  

“Really?” Bucky’s voice sounded closer.

“Mhm,” Y/N nodded, her eyes still closed.  “Been dreaming about it ever since.”

She felt Bucky’s nose nuzzle her nose, his breath fanning her cheek.  “I liked kissing you,” he breathed.

Y/N opened her eyes, looking up to see him staring at her with a soft look in his eyes.  “Really?” she asked.  

“Been dreaming about it ever since,” he repeated her words with a smirk.

Y/N sobered up as she processed his words and the position they were in, this moment that hung precariously in the balance between friendship and something more.  She had the sudden realization that she had loved this man since she was a child, but it had just never been their time.  He had only entered her life again recently, and as different and separate as their lives had been, it was like no time had passed at all.  She wanted this.   This life, with him and Autumn, in the town that she had initially run away from.  

Bucky slowly leaned down, his gaze flickering to her lips.  “Can I…can I kiss you, honey?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over hers.

“Yes,” Y/N whispered.

He smiled, then kissed her.  Y/N sighed into the kiss, her entire body relaxing into the bed.  It was like all the stress, tension, uncertainty, how lost she felt and how big the world felt, it all disappeared and tunnel visioned into this moment.  All that mattered was that it was Bucky and he was kissing her…and it was perfect.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hand holding the back of his head to keep him close, scratching into his hair.  Bucky moaned at the scratch, pulling his body to completely hover over hers, his hips nestled between her legs.  Y/N got lost in his kisses, the euphoria of feeling his lips, his tongue, his teeth, his hands caressing her everywhere, his heaviness on top of her.  She didn’t realize when they’d gotten naked, but suddenly they were and she felt him everywhere she could reach.  The planes of muscles built up over time, the tuft of chest hair, his calloused fingers, and the pure pleasure at his cock rubbing between her lower lips.  

Bucky kissed down her neck, her chest, giving plenty of attention and care to her breasts, then down her stomach to her core.  He lifted her legs over his shoulders, gripping her thighs as he kissed over her clit, making her gasp and buck her hips, Bucky forcing her to stay put.  He made out with her pussy, kissing and licking it like it was the most delicious dessert he’d ever had.  Y/N’s head wrenched back as he sucked at her clit, then flicked it repeatedly with the tip of his tongue.  She was cumming in seconds, squirming in his hold as she whimpered above him.  Bucky licked and drank all she gave him.  When he helped her through the aftershocks of her orgasm he slowly pulled himself up and crawled back up to kiss her, his mouth and chin shining with her slick.  “And you call me Sugar,” he smiled as he bent down and kissed her again.

Y/N moaned at the taste of herself on his lips, her fingers scratching down his back.  “Buck please,” she breathed.  

Bucky nodded as his hand gripped his cock and slid it through her pussy again.  “I’ll take care of you, honey,” he said.  He aimed himself and started pushing forward.  Y/N slightly winced at the stretch, her hands gripping his biceps as he thrust into her.  When his hips were flush with hers he let out a grunt, his head leaning on her shoulder.  “Fuck, Y/N…you feel so fucking good.  Jesus,” he kissed her collarbone.  

“You’re amazing,” she replied.  “Please fuck me, Sugar.  Fuck me.  I can take it.”

Bucky huffed a laugh against her skin.  “I’m sure you could, honey.  And as much as I’d love to fuck you, right now I just wanna make love to you.”  He lifted his head to look at her.  “I just wanna feel you, nice and slow.  Is that okay?” he pleaded.  “I’ve wanted you for years, Y/N.  I’ve loved you for so long.”

Y/N could feel tears start to build in her eyes.  “I love you, Bucky,” she sniffled, cupping his face in her hands.  “I’ve always loved you.”

Bucky smiled wide then kissed her.  He started thrusting slowly, pulling keens and groans from her throat.  His cock felt perfect, like it was meant to be in her.  As much as she and Raf had had a mostly fulfilling sex life, it had never felt like this was him.  Bucky’s hips rolled and thrust randomly, the switch up making her eyes roll back every time.  He dug a hand under her neck, gripping her by the back of the head and the nape of the hair on her neck, forcing her head certain ways as he kissed her repeatedly.  He would nip at her jaw and her earlobe, before kissing his way back to her mouth, where the kisses would change from sweet, soft pecks to demanding, sloppy, and passionate.  She felt lightheaded at how he played her body like an instrument only he knew.

Her pussy fluttered around him, making him shudder above her, pulling away from another kiss as he gasped.  “Damn, you gonna cum for me, honey?  Cum all over my cock, huh?”  Y/N nodded like she was still drunk.  Bucky’s hips picked up the pace, his cock dragging in and out of her exquisitely.  He suddenly hauled himself up and held her against him so she was sitting in his lap, her arms and legs wrapped around him as he changed the angle and started thrusting up into her even deeper.  Y/N squealed, her nails digging into his back.  “You feel how deep I am, Y/N?  God, you’re perfect.  Most perfect pussy.  Better than I could have ever dreamed.”  He kissed her deeply again, his hand still holding her by the back of the neck and his other hand splayed on her back, holding her where he wanted her.  When he broke the kiss he leaned his forehead against her forehead and stared in her eyes.  “You’re my perfect dream, you know that?  Goddamn, I love you.”

“And you’re mine,” Y/N said, her breaths huffing against his face.  “Love you…love you, Sugar, Bucky, love you.”  She rattled on, feeling the build up in her belly.  “Mine,” she groaned.

“Yours,” Bucky nodded, his hand at her neck sliding down to her clit and flicking it with his thumb fast.  “Mine,” he nearly growled.

Y/N stiffened in his arms and came hard, shaking as it felt like lightning shooting through her veins and she cried out his name.  He buckled at how her pussy gripped his cock, falling back onto the bed with her, his hips rolling into her as he shuddered again and whimpered loudly in her ear as he came.  They held each other tightly as they calmed down, hot breaths fanning each other’s skin.  Bucky lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her.  His gaze made her heart leap with how soft and wondrous he looked.  “Did you mean it?” he asked quietly.

“What?” Y/N frowned.

“That you love me,” Bucky said, tracing her face with his fingers.

She smiled.  “I do.  I love you, Sugar.  I’ve loved you since we were kids.  I wish I would have realized it sooner.”

Bucky smiled.  “Been dreaming about me ever since?”

Y/N laughed and smacked his shoulder.  “Yes, you little shit.”

Bucky chuckled, but his eyes looked mischievous.  “Did you think of me when you were fucking your husband?”

Y/N scoffed incredulously.  “Okay, first of all, ex-husband, and secondly, you cheeky bastard!” 

“Answer the question, honey,” Bucky said, dipping his head back down into the crook of her neck, nipping at her skin.  His hold on her tightened again, and his hips rocked into her, pulling a gasp from her lips at how he was getting hard inside her again.  

“Sometimes,” she replied breathily.  

He hummed in her ear.  “I’m gonna take real good care of you, honey.  All that sexy stuff in your books?  God, you got me feeling horny for years from your stories.  Now I’m gonna take my time and show you what it can really be like.  You want to show me how well you can take it now?”

Y/N groaned.  “Holy shit…yes!” she cried out.

Bucky chuckled darkly.  “Good girl…”

[alexwritess]

"look at me." ~g.s~

contents: fluff, angst, smut (MDNI)

word count: 4.1k (it's long as hell, i was locked in)

tags: geto x reader, bestfriend! geto, dom! geto, gn! reader (has a vagina), geto x black! reader, pansexual! geto (i think he's a little fruity sorry not sorry), dirty talk, use of the word "daddy", several pet names, slight choking, cowgirl, missionary, piv unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), degradation, praise, creampie, friends to lovers-ish

You were getting ready for a night out with your friends when you heard a knock on your apartment’s front door. Your eyes furrowed, wondering who could possibly be at your door at this time. You slowly made your way to the front door, heart rate slightly elevated. You looked through the peephole and let out a sigh of relief when you saw a long-haired man on the other side. You proceeded to open the door. 

“Hey” He spoke, his eyes moving down as he began to examine what you were wearing.

“What are you doing here, Geto?” You asked, returning to your room. 

“I can't hang with my best friend?”  

You rolled your eyes at his question. 

“I thought Satoru was your best friend” You replied, crossing your arms with cockiness hidden behind your tone of voice.

“Hey, I’m allowed to have more than one best friend” 

You slowly nodded. “Riighttttt” you voiced out, dragging out your words to be dramatic.

He sighed. “Anywho, where are we going tonight?” 

“WE are not going anywhere, I am going to the club with some girlfriends” 

“I’ll come with” He insisted, causing you to palm your forehead with a sigh following behind.

“Suguru sweetheart, it’s a girls’ night. Emphasis on girl” 

“You’re not a girl though so now what?” He smirked. You subconsciously rolled your eyes and pushed him out of your way. He then followed you into the bathroom as you continued doing your makeup. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, he watched your every move, not knowing how someone could be so perfect. Of course he kept his feelings to himself, not wanting to make things weird between the both of you. You glanced over at him and caught him staring at you, causing your stomach to churn a bit. Choosing to ignore how he was practically eye-fucking you, you applied your last bit of lipgloss before throwing it into your purse. 

“Alright I’m ready, we’re meeting the girls there” you marched back into your bedroom, searching for your car keys. After what felt like an eternity, you placed both hands on your head, a sigh filled with frustration escaping your mouth. 

“What is it?” Suguru laughed. 

“Don’t laugh, Suguru” You laughed back, hitting him with your purse. “I can’t find my keys” 

“Well, did you check in your purse?” He requested. You opened your purse, and there sat the car keys you’d spent a million years looking for. 

Suguru retrieved them from your purse and dangled them in your face. “You are an idiot” He smirked. 

“And you are driving” you sassed, grabbing the last of your things before making your way to the apartment’s exit.

The car ride was rather silent except for the fact that the radio was on playing a song that you didn't bother to pay attention to since you were more focused on getting to the club to meet with your friends.

“Hey, what’s our ETA?” You asked him. 

“We’ll be there in 15” He responded, no expression found on his face as he seemed focused on keeping his eyes on the road. You felt the car come to a halt and glanced over at Suguru. His tattoo-covered arm extended, tightly gripping the steering wheel. The red lights from the car ahead of you’s breaks, perfectly hitting his face. He seemed so focused as he kept his eyes in front as he patiently waited for the light to turn green so he could continue driving. You had always thought that Suguru was attractive but seeing him like this did something to you. It made you feel something that you wouldn't have thought of when even looking at Suguru.

“Pictures last longer” He chuckled, snapping you out of whatever dirty thoughts were starting to form in your head. He didnt feel the need to look at you to voice out his comment, seeing you in his peripheral vision, Geto knew you were eye-fucking him. You remained silent at his remark. 

Arriving at the parking lot, you both would get out of your vehicle, as the two of you began making your way inside of the club. Music blasted through your ears as you entered, the sound being so loud it could be heard from the outside of the establishment. You hadn’t even been inside for even a minute and you were already overwhelmed. On second thought, overwhelmed was an understatement on how you were really feeling in general.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N you look so hot” Your friend Alicia exclaimed as she danced up to you and gave you a hug. You could tell she had already downed a few drinks by the way she swayed side to side with a cup in her hand. Pulling away from the hug, her eyes focused on Suguru, then back at you like she was trying to piece something together with the two of you arriving together.

“Who is that guy? He’s so hot” she slurred, loud enough for Suguru to hear considering she was terrible at whispering, no matter if she was drunk OR sober. 

“Oh um…this is my friend Suguru” you responded, gesturing towards Suguru which made his body turn towards Y/N’s friend.

“Nice to meet you baby, I’m Alicia” she flirtatiously held her hand out for him to shake. He kindly smiled at her which sparked a bit of jealousy in you. 

“I’m gonna get a drink” You announced, before quickly walking over to the bar which left alicia by herself with Suguru.

“2 shots of tequila please?!” You shouted over the loud music towards a nearby bartender who was handing out other drinks to other customers. The bartender nodded at you as he began making your drinks. You were scoping out the scenery of the club, your eyes focusing on Suguru and Alicia. She seemed to be laughing at a joke that Suguru probably made which sparked some type of annoyance inside of you. What the hell was she talking about that could’ve POSSIBLY been that funny. Suguru glanced up at you, causing you to quickly dart your eyes away from his general direction. 

“What’s up?” You heard an unfamiliar voice say. You turned your head towards where the voice came from and were met with a man you’d never seen before sitting in front of you. 

“You alone tonight?” He asked, reaching out to grab your arm but you quickly swatted it away. The alcohol his breath reeked of almost making you hurl. 

“No, I’m here with my boyfriend. If you’ll excuse me I actually need to go find him” You snapped, getting up to go find your friends. He grabbed your arm and attempted to pull you closer to him which caused your body to shift back.

“Let me go” You demanded, trying to free yourself but his grip was way too tight. His eyes all of sudden looked up at something behind and he immediately let go of your arm before walking away. You quickly downed one of your tequila shots, cursing under your breath as you managed to get the burning liquid down your throat. 

“Are you okay?” You turned around to see Suguru standing right behind you with his arms crossed while his face showed annoyance towards the guy that was touching you but it shifted as he was more concerned for your wellbeing.

“I’m fine Suguru” You affirmed, downing your second shot. 

“Sure?” He asked again, the word “concern” written all over his face. 

“Mhm” you nodded. 

He bent down to your ear and gently rubbed your arm with his thumb. “I’m gonna step outside for a bit, I need a smoke break” You watched as Suguru walked towards the back door of the club. After he left, you proceeded to order three more shots of tequila. It felt like the drunker you got, the more you thought about Suguru. You sighed and decided to go check on him, considering he’d been outside for a while now since his smoke breaks don't really take that long.. You stood up from your bar stool, attempting to maintain your balance whilst the alcohol raced straight to your head. 

You pushed the heavy metal door and slowly stepped out into the night. The music was still blaring which could be heard outside into the quiet night.

“Suguru?” you called, no response. “Suguru?!” You yelled. Your heartbeat picked up when he was nowhere to be found. 

“Sugur- oh” You were cut off by the sight of him making out with your best friend behind the club. 

“It’s not what it looks like” He disclosed. You shook your head and chuckled. 

“No, it’s uh…it’s fine, I’m gonna go back inside” you replied, turning away as you were about to make your way back into the club to forget what you just witnessed.

“Y/N wait!” Suguru exclaimed. He grabbed your arm before you were able to get back into the club. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You shouted, pulling your arm away from him, causing him to jolt back a bit from your voice. You never yelled at him which caught him off guard. 

“What’s your deal? Are you guys like..dating?” Alicia asked. “Go home, Alicia” Suguru said to her as he began following you back into the club. 

“Y/N let me expl-” You immediately cut him off. “Just take me home” You say to him which caused him to sigh under his breath. Walking out of the club, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. You both silently walked to your car, as soon as you sat down, you immediately closed your eyes not wanting to hear anything he had to say about whatever the hell that was with Alicia. You were a little jealous but all the alcohol in your system really seemed to have heightened your emotions. Suguru lit a joint to calm himself down as he drove you home. He also knew you’d be hungry by the time you woke up so he stopped by your favorite Asian fusion spot and picked up some drunken noodles and soup dumplings. 

You felt a warm hand on your knee and your eyes slowly opened. 

“You’re home” He whispered. You groaned as you picked your heels up from the car floor. 

“I’m exhausted” You slurred, the palm of your hand touching your forehead from the large headache that was forming. “Want me to help you ?" he offered. You looked over at him and slowly began to remember what had happened earlier that night. 

“No, I think I’ll manage” You opened your car door, your mouth quickly filled with saliva and next thing you knew, you were throwing up in your apartment complex’s parking lot. “Shit” you heard Suguru mutter, quickly pulling your hair back so you wouldn’t throw up on it. 

Finishing up, you wiped the bit of throw up off your mouth with the back of your hand, wiping it off on your outfit. “Thank you” you sighed. All he did was nod. “Come on.” He held his hand out for you to grab. You ended up holding hands all the way up to your apartment. 

“Sit down, I’ll get you some water and clean clothes” He instructed as soon as you entered the apartment. You sat in your living room, making a promise to yourself that you’d never drink again. After a couple minutes, he walked out of your room with a pair of sweats and a tank top, he then quickly rushed over to the kitchen to grab you some water. 

“Thank you, Sugu” he smiled slightly at the nickname you gave him. You excused yourself so you could freshen up and change into the clothes he took out for you. You sighed at yourself in the bathroom mirror and began removing your makeup. 

You smelled your favorite food as you finished washing your face and hurriedly went back into the living room. “When the hell did you get drunken noodles?” You asked. 

“I stopped by Cho’s on the way here, I figured you’d be hungry after all that drinking” he explained. A big smile formed on your lips. “You’re the best ever, thank you thank you thank you” You repeatedly kissed his cheek. 

“Okay enough of that, eat your food” He laughed. You both sat in a comfortable silence as you ate your food. Suguru glanced over at you ever so often as he watched you eat, taking in your features after he had noticed  that you’d taken your makeup off. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke up.

“Let’s play a game” He suggested. “I’m scared, but okay” He snickered at your response. “No it’s good, let’s play Never Have I Ever” he reassured, taking a small bite of his food as he waited for you to respond.

“Okay, you go first” you smiled. “Alright” he cleared his throat. “Never have I ever gotten arrested?” Your eyes widened. “Oh” you shook your head. “I haven’t” 

“I have” he admitted. “Shit dude, when the hell was this?” you asked. 

“2 years ago, I was selling weed and I got caught” 

You slowly nodded. “Okay, never have i everrr… snuck out of the house?” Suguru would laugh at this. “Plenty of fuckin’ times” He responded. “Me too” You admitted, chuckling a bit as you looked up at him.

“To see who?” he smirked. You would catch him smirking at you as you rolled your eyes playfully. “Wipe that smirk off your face, I was with this guy for like 3 months in high school” you told him.

“Oh, now I need to know who it was” 

“Ugh, fuck” You squeezed your eyes shut. “It was Satoru” you blurted out. 

“No shit” he cackled. You would slap his arm in a playful manner, groaning a bit from him laughing. “Stop, it was a terrible 3 months. I ended it because of all the attention. People used to ask me what he was like in bed, I mean it got really weird” You told him, the memories coming back, slightly pissing you off. 

“Him and I had a thing  for a while too. The attention was a little crazy and he wasn’t out…I just fucking outed him though, didn’t I?” Suguru would blurt out. “No” you objected. “I always knew he was a little bisexual, I didn’t know you were” You say to him, not having known this side of Suguru until now. “Yeah well, I’m pansexual. I haven’t been out for super long” he said, the room falling silent. It was getting a bit awkward, causing you to speak up.

“Okay um…it’s your turn. I think” You said.

“Never have I ever hooked up after a first date?”  

Suguru looked up, like he was going into deep thought. 

“Hey buddy I can see the wheels turning in your head” You snorted. 

“Shut up, I’m thinking” he sassed, putting his hand up to your face. “Hm, nah i definitely have” 

“Have you?” he asked. 

You looked up at him. “Mm-mm, not a huge fan of hookups” 

“Anyways” you quickly changed the subject. 

“Never have I ever gotten…really good head?” 

“I have” he responded almost immediately, taking a bite of his food shortly after. “It was a really long time ago though” 

You nodded in response. You could feel his eyes on you. 

“Have you?” He demanded. You looked up for a couple seconds. You just shook your head, too embarrassed to speak. 

“What about Satoru, I thought that-”

“I think Satoru would rather die than eat a pussy” You giggled.

“So he’s never…” He shook his head insinuating that you knew what he was talking about. 

“Stop, it's embarrassing enough as it is, I’m just weird about how I’d…” you paused. “Taste down there” 

Suguru’s eyes were still fixated on you, causing you to dart yours around the room so you didn’t have to hold eye contact with him.

“Look at me” he whispered. You looked at him for about a second before your eyes darted away again. He scooted closer to you and cupped your chin. 

“Do I make you nervous?” he asked softly, staring into your soul. You slowly nodded. 

“Words, baby” your stomach churned at the pet name, his eyes looking down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

“Yes, you make me nervous” You whispered. 

“God, I really wanna kiss you right now” He said, the space between your bodies coming to a close. 

“Do it then” 

He placed his lips onto yours, hungrily grabbing the side of your neck as he deepened the kiss. You’d been wanting to kiss him since the moment you’d caught him eyeing you while you did your makeup before heading out earlier tonight. He then grabbed your ass and pulled you on top of him as a small groan escaped his lips, your hips immediately grinding against his. 

“Someone’s eager” he teased. 

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes before re-colliding your lips with his. His large hands proceeded to pull your tank tops’ straps off your shoulders, causing the frail fabric to fall, exposing your breasts. Suguru pulled away from the kiss and locked eyes with you. 

“May I?” He asked, with a pleading look in his eyes. You nodded. 

“I’m gonna need you to be vocal with me” He whispered, his warm breath hitting your bare skin. 

“What do you want?” He looked up at you, placing gentle kisses along your chest. 

“I want you to touch me, Suguru” You sighed. You felt him smile against your as softly kissed down your neck and shoulders, eventually reaching your breasts. His tongue circled around your nipple before fully taking it into his mouth. He moaned as he continued to pleasure you, the vibrations sending chills all throughout your body. 

“Fuck Suguru..” You breathed out. His eyes shot up at you, a smug smile smeared all over his face. 

“Did that feel good?” he panted. “I need words this time, angel” He warned, kissing your chest. 

“Yes, it felt really nice” You whispered. “Good”. He quickly pecked your lips. 

“It’s getting late, I should probably head out soon” He spoke, checking the time on his phone. 

“No. You should stay, that is if you want to, of course” 

He slowly glanced up and down at you with low eyes, a smirk starting to form on his lips. 

“I thought you’d never ask” 

He gently rubbed your clothed thighs with his thumbs. “We should probably move this to your room” 

Your heart dropped at his words. 

“Um…okay” 

He proceeds to get up with you still in his lap. “Hang on” He cautioned, adjusting your legs around his torso. Smiling up at you as he walked to your room, you kissed him. Entering your bedroom, he gently sets you down on the bed. Immediately climbing on top of you, he kissed down your stomach,  nearing the waistband of your sweatpants. Your body tensed up as his lips inched closer and closer to your cunt. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, stopping what he was doing as he noticed your uncomfortability. 

“Yeah, I’m just nervous”

“I got you, you don’t need to be nervous with me” He reassured. “Tell me you want this” 

“I need this” you said, your breath heaving. He slowly but surely pulled your pants off and along with your panties. Moving at a tantalizingly slow pace, his lips met with your inner thighs. 

“Suguru, you’re teasing” You complained. 

“Stop squirming then” 

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“The only time I wanna see your eyes roll is when I’m making you feel good, Understood?” He asked. 

“Mhm” You nodded. “That’s not a word, angel” he said sternly. 

“Yes, I understand” 

“Good” he whispered. 

He placed light kisses on your swollen clit before plunging his tongue deep into your pussy. You let out a loud yelp, your hand reaching for the back of his head. 

“Mmm, feels so good” You breathed out. Your grip tightened on his silky long black hair as he flicked his tongue back and forth on your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Oh my god, fuck!” you screamed, small whimpers and pleads following shortly after. 

“You taste so good, baby” He mumbled against your sensitive cunt, sending you into a whole other universe. 

“Suguru I’m- fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” 

“Cum for me, sweetheart” his voice was really all you needed in that moment to reach your orgasm. You felt your legs shake as your high sent electricity rushing through your veins. 

“Hey, don’t pass out on me” He chuckled, moving a few strands of hair out of your face. “You okay?” 

“Mhm, that was really good” 

“I’m glad, you taste amazing” He smiled. You pulled his head down to your level so you could kiss him, his tongue slid past your lips and you could taste a bit of your juices on him. 

“I need to be inside of you” He took his pants off and you gasped at how big he was. 

“Wait, don’t you want me to-” he cut you off. “No, I just need to feel you” 

He aligned his tip with your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you.

“Oh” you moaned as he bottomed out inside you, his tip hitting your cervix. Your eyes fluttered shut as he began thrusting in and out of you. 

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.” he said. You opened your eyes and stared directly into his. 

“Keep ‘em on me…fuck you’re so tight” He groaned. The room was filled with nothing but your moans and his grunts as he thrusted deeper and deeper into your soaked cunt. 

“You feel so good” You moaned. 

“I know. You're taking me like such a good slut, aren’t you?” He smiled. You nodded. 

He tightly wrapped his hand around your neck. “Use your fucking words, slut” his voice grew darker, turning you on even more. 

“Yes Sugu.. fuck” you choked.

“Tell daddy how good of a slut you are.” 

“I’m a good fuckin’ slut for daddy!” you yelled. His hand around your neck and him plowing his cock so deep into you was all too much for you to take. You placed a hand on his abdomen in an attempt to push him out. He grabbed both your hands and pulled them forward to keep you in place from moving away from him, giving him leverage to fuck you deeper.

“No, you’re gonna take it like a good whore” He whispered in your ear. A deep groan escaped his mouth as he felt you clench around him. 

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” He asked. 

“Yes” you exhaustedly responded before he pulled out of you. 

“Come here.” he grabbed your waist and lowered you onto his length. 

“Holy fuck..” you exclaimed as his tip repeatedly slammed into your cervix. 

“Sugu- it’s too much, I can’t” you cried. 

“Yes you can, baby” He roughly grabbed your hips, slamming his cock up into you. 

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum again” 

“Hold on angel, not yet” 

You moans turned to gibberish as you to conjure up your words but you were overtaken by the pleasure of Suguru fucking you from beneath. 

“Please I need it, I’ve been so good” 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum” he grunted. 

“I can’t hold it any longer, I need you daddy please” 

“You greedy whore, you wanna cum for me?” 

“Mhm, I need to. So bad” 

“Cum for me, slut” 

You slam your hips down onto him, your orgasm taking over you as you screamed his name so much, the neighbors probably knew it by now. Your head rested on his shoulder, the only thing that could be heard in the room were your heavy breaths. 

“Hey, look at me” he said, cupping your face. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I gotta pee though” You slowly got off of him, Your legs almost immediately giving out as you got up from the bed. Suguru stared at your naked body whilst you walked into the bathroom. 

“Stop staring at my ass, Suguru” you chuckled. 

“I was not” he denied. You looked back at him. “Sure you weren’t” 

You both laid in your bed, he planted the occasional forehead kisses as you cuddled in the dark. 

“Just FYI, Alicia was the one who kissed me tonight. Not the other way around” he informed. You looked up at him, examining his expression and you could tell he was being genuine. 

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked.

“You seemed upset when you saw us and I just wanted to clear the air”

You nodded. “I don’t even know why I was upset, I guess I was just drunk” 

“Sureeeee” he dragged out his word. 

“You piss me off, I’m going to bed” you said, turning away from Suguru. 

“Come here” he pulled you closer to his chest. 

“Good night, baby” he whispered. 

“Good night, Sugu” 

[themayorautumn]

i have never written fanfiction in my entire life.

"work is the one redeeming thing that gives them purpose."

fuck me. here's something. i had to get it out of my system. i think about them. a lot.

“He was wearing a green coat, not blue.”

A dark haired man sits in a worn out office chair, face illuminated by a flickering desk lamp. His shirt is half unbuttoned, tie hanging loosely on his neck, begging to be taken off. He fidgets with the knot absent mindedly, as if it brings him some sort of comfort. Maybe he can't bear the thought of it being taken off, the last facade of performative professionalism.

His partner is pacing around the desk he’s sitting in front of, slicking his hair back constantly. It’s obvious that it’s a habit that has stuck around with him from his youth, back when his hair was fuller and eyes were brighter, and a small wink paired with a slight smile would be enough to end his night with a pretty chick in his bed. Tonight, there is no chick, and there is no bed. There is the sound of pen on paper as the man sitting by the desk crosses something off a list. Every single word on it is utterly illegible.

“Blue or green,” the man walking takes a break to light a cigarette. “It was a winter coat, puffy, expensive, you don't see that shit often around these parts. The color is a distraction, Vicquemare.”

“Yet she insisted it was sage green, didn't she? Who the fuck says that? She wouldn't have been so insistent if the color didn't matter, somehow.”

“She’s a wolf, that’s why. It’s a con. She knew what she was doing.”

“Alright,” the dark haired man, Vicquemare, gets up lazily and holds his hand out for the pack of cigarettes. His partner hands it to him. “You’re really speaking out of your ass now, Harry. What the fuck does that mean, ‘she’s a wolf’?”

“Extravagant eye makeup. Crimson red. You been to that bar called ‘Plume du Phénix’? I went there last month with that journalist guy, what's his name-”

“Pierre.”

“Right. Him, he told me it was the perfect place to get some connections. Meet people from the inside, if you catch my drift.”

“Fucking hell. You blew off work to go to a fucking strip club, did you?”

“Didn't blow off work. We went to that stakeout after, don't you remember Vic?”

“Oh yeah. You were complaining about your fucking headache the whole time.”

“Crimson makeup. They wear it there, it’s like their signature look. Blood of their former selves or whatever. Some new age bullshit. They’re dead fucking serious about it though. They don't let you in without it.”

“You wore makeup?”

“Easy now. Don't get too excited.”

Harry walks over to the desk to ash his cigarette, but doesn't get back to his pacing. He stands next to Vicquemare, staring at the ground, lost in thought.

“I did. Pierre made me wear it. They’re fucking wild in there, man. You wouldn't believe it.”

“Why didn't you invite me?”

“Are you jealous?”

“We’re partners. If you’re going somewhere to ‘get connections’, feel like I should be involved.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time. It really is a shame. You would look good in crimson.”

Vicquemare looks away from him for just a second, not enough to mean anything tangible, but enough for Harry to crack a slight smile. He puts a hand on his shoulder and keeps it there as he continues.

“They have this thing against authority of any kind. They preach ‘anarchy’ or their performative version of it, which is where they get together in back alley bars and drink until they don't remember what they're there for. Then they wake up and do it all over again. Fucking idiots, the lot of them.”

“And this is good for connections, how?”

“They're stupid but they're bonded together like a pack of wild wolves. They know everyone in the pack and protect each other like they're blood bound. Probably are too, the freaks.”

“So she was protecting the guy? Cause she knew the coat was actually blue, but saying sage green specifically would make it seem like it would be impossible for it to be any other color?”

“Look at my boy, learning so fast under my coaching. Exactly, Vic. She’s misleading us.”

Vicquemare tugs on the knot of his tie even more insistently, as if an internal fight is going on in his head about whether or not keeping that piece of cloth there is as important as he seems to think it is. Instead of coming to a conclusion, he lights another cigarette and looks back over to the list.

“Wish we talked with her sooner, then. This fucks over our entire theory now, doesn't it? We gotta start from fucking stratch. Find that blue-sage green coat guy. Whatever his name was.”

“We can find him. We can find him, tomorrow.”

Harry reaches for a drawer in the desk and takes out a dark red bottle. He grins and holds it out for Vicquemare to read the label.

“Aged merlot. Been saving it for a special occasion.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the occasion tonight?”

“You do not give me enough credit, Jean-y boy. You do not think I am a man of class, a superior officer who cares for his lieutenant.”

He takes out two glasses from the same drawer and pours two very generous servings.

“Happy birthday, Vicquemare. Here’s to us surviving another year in this fucking shithole.”

Jean looks at his glass wordlessly, his hand still on his tie. He’s stopped fidgeting with it now, as if he’s reached a conclusion but is too afraid, or too cautious to act on it. He smiles. It looks strange on his face, laborious, but genuine. It reaches his eyes and accentuates the wrinkles around them, too many for a man celebrating his thirtieth birthday.

“Thank you, shitkid.”

And it’s clear he means it.

They drink one glass, then one more, then Harry procures another bottle of whiskey this time, which they also finish, and as Vicquemare digs in his jacket pocket for that pack of Astra Reds he’s sure he bought earlier that day, Harry bursts out laughing.

“To think it would ever come to this, huh, Jean? Is this how you imagined entering your thirties?”

Jean finally finds the treasure he’s been looking for and takes a long drag of the cigarette. The ashtray is overflowing, which seems to bother neither of them as cigarette butts litter the desk and the floor. He stumbles over to Harry and smiles, a larger grin than the one before, but it doesn't reach his eyes. They look sad, desperate, and appropriately gray, as if any semblance of color on them would be a disservice to the way they look at the world. Harry sees himself in them, not sure if he’s imagining it or not, and not caring. It’s hard to care, when it’s the only time his reflection doesn't terrify him to death.

Jean takes Harry’s hand and puts it on his tie, curling his fingers around it and tugging on it gently. Harry knows what it means. He’s seen him do it time and time again, always in a different context, but always with the same intention. ‘You take the first step, Harry. You make me believe that you want me, you allow me to pretend.’. It’s his role, he knows it, and he unties the tie.

“I didn't imagine anything. I couldn't imagine anything. What is there to imagine? What is there to fucking want?”

It’s a question that doesn't have an answer. It doesn't have an answer that can be spoken out loud. It doesn't have an answer that can be given without empty bottles clanging around on the desk, without the assurance of their blurred memories, without their hands trembling as they reach for each other, something to hold onto as if nothing else in the world matters. They have to keep moving, they have to keep reassuring each other that they still have this one thing. That the taste of smoke on each other's lips, the crumpled case files surrounding them, and Harry’s rough fingers on Jean’s disheveled hair are enough to make them forget the emptiness that they both feel.

At the end of the day, they don't have anything else.

[crossfandomskylines]

In the Space Between: Chapter 22

OTHER CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15

Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Gabby prepares for her first public date with Glen, nerves swirling as she finalizes her look and contemplates the potential fallout of their evening together. When Glen arrives, full of quiet admiration, he reassures her with a tender kiss, easing her anxieties. The chapter shifts to their intimate dinner at an upscale restaurant, where they share heartfelt conversation and laughter, diving deeper into their connection. Amid the flicker of candlelight and the hum of the world around them, Gabby finds herself feeling more seen and cherished than she ever has, beginning to truly embrace the idea of being with Glen, despite the uncertainties that come with being in the public eye.

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: As always please let me know what you think with Hearts, Comments, and Reblogs. I love seeing your thoughts on this story as it progresses!

Gabby stood in front of her bathroom mirror, the faint hum of the overhead light filling the quiet space as she curled the last section of her hair. Soft waves cascaded down her back, and she twisted a strand thoughtfully, pinning it in place to create a half-up, half-down style. It was simple but elegant, just enough to make her feel like she belonged in the dress Glen had insisted she wear tonight.

The memory of his words made her pause for a moment, her lips curving into a small smile. Me. Wear it for me. There was something about the way he’d said it—so certain, so sincere—that left her stomach fluttering. She took a breath, shaking off the nerves threatening to creep in, and turned her attention to her makeup.

The strokes of her brush were careful and deliberate as she swept warm tones across her eyelids, blending until they looked soft and natural. A flick of eyeliner followed, steady despite the slight tremble of her hand. Her cheeks flushed as she added a hint of color, but the glow wasn’t just from the makeup. She had to admit—even if only to herself—she was excited.

When the finishing touch, a swipe of lipstick, was in place, Gabby stepped back from the mirror and reached for the dress hanging behind her. The fabric felt luxurious beneath her fingers as she unzipped it and stepped into the gown. 

She pulled the dress on and her hands smoothed over the deep burgundy fabric that clung to her curves like liquid silk. The dress seemed to shimmer under the light of her vanity. It featured a low neckline that dipped into a soft, ruched bodice, accentuating her figure in all the right places. The thin spaghetti straps crisscrossed delicately over her shoulders, leaving her back entirely bare by the design.

She turned slightly, her eyes catching the fabric and looking at it as it fell from her hips, pooling elegantly at her feet.

Gabby bit her lip as she adjusted the dress, pulling it just a little higher at the bodice. She gave herself a once-over, tilting her head and watching the way the gown hugged her body in the mirror.

She barely recognized the reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back was poised, confident, and—dare she think it—beautiful. 

For a brief moment, doubt threatened to creep in. She wondered if it was too much–too bold, too revealing. But she reminded herself of Glen’s smile when he’d seen the dress earlier. He thinks I look good in this, she thought, turning slightly to take in the way the gown moved with her.

The sound of the doorbell pulled her from her thoughts. 

Gabby’s stomach fluttered as she made her way to the front door. The soft click of her heels against the floor seemed louder than usual in the quiet of her apartment, and she had to remind herself to breathe. It wasn’t her first time seeing Glen, not even close, but somehow tonight felt different. The idea of stepping out together in public, of being seen, was both thrilling and terrifying.

She paused in front of the door, her hand resting on the handle as she took a steadying breath. It’s just Glen, she told herself. This is nothing.

With that thought, she turned the handle and pulled the door open.

There he was.

Standing in the hallway, Glen looked like he’d stepped straight out of a magazine. His black suit was perfectly tailored, hugging his broad shoulders and tapering down to a sharp, clean line. The crisp white shirt beneath it contrasted perfectly, the open collar giving him an effortlessly stylish edge. His hair was neatly styled, and that familiar, confident smile tugged at the corners of his lips—until his eyes met hers.

The smile faltered, his lips parting slightly as his gaze swept over her. Gabby felt the heat rise to her cheeks under his scrutiny, her hands instinctively smoothing the sides of her dress as she shifted on her feet. His silence stretched for a moment too long, and the fluttering in her stomach turned into full-blown nerves.

“Is it too much?” she blurted out, her voice wavering. “I mean, I—”

“Wow,” Glen interrupted softly, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place.

Her cheeks burned even hotter as she managed a nervous smile. “Is that a good wow?” she asked, her tone light but uncertain.

Glen’s lips curved into a slow, genuine smile, his eyes locking with hers. “It’s the best kind of wow,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “You look... stunning, Gabby.”

Her breath hitched at his words, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly, the tension in her shoulders easing. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, her fingers brushing over the fabric of her dress again.

Before she could say more, Glen stepped closer, his hand gently reaching for hers. The warmth of his palm wrapped around hers as his other hand found her waist, drawing her toward him. Gabby barely had time to process the movement before his lips pressed softly against hers, the kiss tender and unhurried.

Her free hand instinctively rested against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the crisp fabric of his suit. For a moment, the world outside her apartment faded away, leaving only the two of them in the quiet hallway.

When Glen pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re beautiful, Gabby. Absolutely beautiful.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she felt her cheeks warm again. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she managed, a teasing smile breaking through her nervousness.

Glen chuckled, his fingers brushing lightly against hers before he stepped back just enough to meet her gaze. “Ready to go?” he asked, his tone soft but laced with excitement.

Gabby hesitated for only a second before slipping her hand into his, the warmth of his touch grounding her. “Ready,” she said, and for the first time all evening, she believed it.

As they walked toward Glen’s car, Gabby couldn’t help but feel like she was stepping into a dream. And judging by the way Glen kept stealing glances at her, she wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

Glen stepped ahead of her as they approached the sleek black car, opening the passenger door and holding it wide. Gabby glanced at him, her heart fluttering at the small but thoughtful gesture. He reached out his hand to help her in, and she took it without hesitation, his grip warm and steady.

“You really do look amazing tonight,” Glen said softly as she slid into the seat, his voice still carrying that hint of awe.

Gabby glanced up at him, her smile small but genuine. “Thank you.”

The car purred to life, and Glen turned onto the road, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence. Gabby smoothed her dress over her lap, sneaking a glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

“You’re quiet,” she said gently, breaking the silence.

Glen glanced at her, his lips curving into a small smile. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He hesitated, his hand tightening briefly on the steering wheel. “About how lucky I am.”

The words caught her off guard, and she turned to face him more fully. “Lucky?”

His eyes flicked toward her before returning to the road. “To have you here with me. To be the one taking you out tonight.” His voice softened. “I know this probably isn’t easy for you…going out and having a lot of attention on you. I want you to know how much it means to me.”

Gabby felt a lump rise in her throat at his sincerity. She turned her gaze back to the window, letting his words settle over her. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to do this. I do,” she said after a moment. “It’s just… I don’t know. It feels different, I guess. Bigger.”

Glen nodded, as if he understood perfectly. “It is bigger,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean it has to be scary. If you want to change plans, just say the word. We can go back to your place or mine. This night is about you.”

His words were grounding, and Gabby found herself relaxing in her seat. “Thanks, Glen,” she said quietly.

“Always,” he replied, his voice steady.

They drove in a comfortable silence for a while, the city lights beginning to glitter as they neared downtown. Gabby leaned her head slightly against the window, her nerves replaced by a quiet anticipation. Glen’s presence had a way of calming her, of making her feel like everything was going to be okay.

As the car turned onto a quieter street lined with trees and twinkling lights, Glen finally spoke again. “We’re almost there.”

Gabby sat up straighter, smoothing her dress once more as she glanced out the window. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, taking in the charming row of buildings ahead.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Glen said without missing a beat.

Gabby felt her cheeks heat, and she gave him a shy smile. “You’re going to try to spoil me tonight, aren’t you,” she teased lightly.

Glen glanced at her with a playful smirk. “That’s the plan.”

Glen pulled up in front of the restaurant, the warm glow of its windows spilling onto the sidewalk. The street was quieter than most of downtown, but it still carried the hum of life—cars passing, footsteps echoing, distant laughter. Gabby’s heart picked up speed as he parked the car and stepped out.

Through the tinted window, she watched as Glen walked around the car, his confident stride drawing her eyes. Just as he reached her side, another man—dressed in dark pants and a black polo shirt—opened her door. Gabby blinked, momentarily startled, but before she could think much about it, Glen’s familiar hand appeared, extended toward her.

She took it, her palm fitting perfectly against his, and allowed him to help her out of the car. Her heels clicked softly against the pavement as she stood, and she adjusted the skirt of her dress. Glen didn’t let go. Instead, he shifted his hold, intertwining their fingers effortlessly.

Gabby’s eyes swept the area, taking in the subtle movement of a few men lingering nearby. She glanced up at Glen, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. 

“Glen…” she murmured, her voice low.

He leaned in, his lips near her ear, his voice soft and reassuring. “They’re with me. Security. Just to make sure you’re safe.”

Gabby’s shoulders relaxed slightly, though her heart still raced. She nodded, trusting his words, and let him guide her forward.

There was a crowd, though small, already gathering near the restaurant’s entrance. It didn’t surprise her. This was a busy part of Los Angeles with a lot of shops and restaurants that celebrities frequented. The crowd was a mix of curious fans holding their phones up and a couple of paparazzi with cameras poised had her instinctively lowering her gaze. She kept her head down, focusing on the sound of Glen’s calm voice.

“You’re doing great,” he whispered as they crossed the sidewalk. “Just a few more steps.”

Gabby felt the warmth of his hand in hers, the steady strength of his presence keeping her grounded. The flashing of a camera caught her attention for a brief second, and she bit her lip, willing herself to stay calm.

Glen squeezed her hand gently. “Almost there,” he said again, his voice soothing, like an anchor pulling her back to him.

Before she knew it, they were stepping through the doors of the restaurant, the noise and chaos of the street fading behind them. The dim lighting and quiet elegance of the space enveloped them like a warm embrace. Gabby let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and Glen’s thumb brushed reassuringly over the back of her hand.

“You okay?” he asked, his eyes searching hers.

She nodded, managing a small smile. “I think so.”

Glen gave her hand one last squeeze before releasing it, his arm moving to rest lightly on the small of her back. 

“Good,” he said, his voice low but filled with warmth.

The host greeted them with a polished smile, his posture perfectly poised. “Good evening, Mr. Powell. Miss,” he said with a slight bow of his head. “Your table is ready.”

Glen nodded in acknowledgment, his hand remaining on the small of Gabby’s back as the host led them through the softly lit restaurant. The space exuded quiet elegance, with dark wood accents, warm lighting, and just enough murmured conversation to feel intimate but not invasive.

Gabby’s heels clicked lightly against the hardwood floors as they followed the host, her nerves still settling after the brief encounter outside. She glanced around, taking in the luxurious atmosphere, but her attention snapped back as they passed through a discreet doorway into a smaller, private dining room.

Her breath caught. The room was stunning in its simplicity. A single table sat in the middle, draped with an ivory linen cloth. Soft candlelight flickered, casting a golden glow over the crystal glasses and polished silverware. It felt intimate, like the world had melted away, leaving only the two of them.

“This way,” the host said, gesturing toward the table.

Glen stepped forward, pulling Gabby’s chair out for her without hesitation. “After you,” he said softly, his voice low and warm.

Gabby eased herself into the chair, smoothing her dress as she sat. As soon as she was settled, Glen stepped behind her, gently pushing the chair in until she was perfectly positioned at the table. The gesture was simple but thoughtful, and it made her heart flutter.

“Thank you,” she said softly, glancing up at him.

As Glen settled into the chair across from her, Gabby found herself studying him. The suit, the confidence in his posture, the way his eyes seemed to take her in as if she were the only thing that mattered in the room—it was overwhelming in the best way.

“This is…” Gabby began, her voice faltering as she tried to find the right words as she looks around the room.

Glen’s smile deepened, and he leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the edge of the table. “Perfect?” he offered, teasing lightly.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “A lot,” she admitted. “In a good way, though.”

He tilted his head, his gaze softening. “I wanted tonight to be special. For you,” he said simply.

Gabby glanced down at the leather-bound menu in front of her, her fingers tracing the embossed gold lettering as she opened it. Her eyes scanned the neatly printed options, her stomach growling slightly at the descriptions of seared scallops, herb-crusted lamb, and lobster risotto. Everything sounded amazing, but as her gaze drifted to the prices listed beside each dish, her stomach tightened in a different way.

She bit her lip, flicking her eyes up to see Glen, who was casually perusing the menu, his posture relaxed. She quickly dropped her gaze back to her own menu, trying to focus. Maybe she could get an appetizer as an entrée. Something smaller and less expensive. After all, she wasn’t that hungry—she could make it work.

Her mind began running numbers, trying to figure out how she’d adjust her weekly budget to accommodate this meal. She could skip her morning coffee runs before class and just make it at home. She could maybe even bring lunch to campus with her instead of grabbing something from the café.

But before she could spiral further, Glen’s voice cut through her thoughts, calm and direct. “Gabby,” he said, looking up at her with an amused smile.

She blinked, startled. “Yeah?”

His smile softened as he leaned slightly closer. “Stop overthinking and order whatever you want.”

“I’m not—” she began, but the way his brow lifted slightly told her he wasn’t buying it.

“Gabby,” he said again, his tone more tender this time. “This is my treat, okay? Get whatever you’d like.”

She hesitated, the words catching in her throat. She felt her cheeks heat, embarrassed that he could read her so easily. “I just don’t want to—”

“To what?” Glen interrupted gently, his hazel eyes locking with hers. “Let me do something nice for you? Because that’s all this is, Gabby. Something nice. For you. So please, order what you want. No guilt. Deal?”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she just nodded, her heart warming at how sincere he sounded.

“Good,” he said with a grin, his confidence radiating. He looked back down at his menu and added casually, “The filet mignon here is incredible, by the way. So is the salmon if you’re in the mood for seafood.”

“You’ve been here before?” she asked, her curiosity piqued as she relaxed a little.

Glen shrugged, his gaze flicking up to meet hers. “A few times. Mostly for work meetings.”

Gabby raised a brow, her confusion evident. “Work? What kind of work meetings happen here?”

He chuckled softly, setting his menu down. “Discussions about projects. Reviewing scripts. Talking about  roles. That kind of thing.”

Gabby leaned back in her chair, processing his words. Every now and then, moments like this would catch her off guard—reminders of the Hollywood side of Glen that didn’t quite fit with the down-to-earth guy she spent her nights in with, eating takeout and watching Netflix.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” Glen asked, his voice quieter now.

Gabby hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. “I just forget sometimes. That you’re this big actor. That part of you feels so far removed from the you I know.”

His expression softened, and he reached across the table to take her hand in his. “It’s all me, Gabby. But the part you know? That’s the side I care about most.”

Her cheeks flushed again, and she squeezed his hand. 

“Now,” Glen said, his smile returning as he leaned back, “what sounds good? Because I’m definitely getting the filet.”

As the waiter returned to take their orders, Gabby decided to follow Glen's suggestion and ordered the salmon with a side of roasted vegetables. Glen, true to his word, went with the filet mignon, adding a side of garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus. Once the waiter collected the menus and left, Gabby felt the weight of Glen’s gaze on her.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft and laced with concern.

Gabby nodded, taking a sip of water to steady herself. “Yeah, I am. This is just... different.”

“Different good?” Glen pressed, tilting his head slightly, his hazel eyes studying her carefully.

She smiled shyly. “Yeah, different good. It’s just been a while since I’ve done something like this. You know, dressed up, gone to a nice restaurant. It feels… special.”

“That’s because you are,” Glen replied easily, his tone so genuine that it made her heart skip a beat.

Gabby looked down at the table, feeling her cheeks warm for what felt like the hundredth time that night. “You’re really good at this, you know,” she teased, glancing up at him through her lashes.

“At what?”

“At saying things that make me blush,” she admitted with a small laugh.

Glen leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. “I just tell the truth,” he said simply, his gaze unwavering.

Gabby didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just smiled and reached for her water again.

As they waited for their food, their conversation shifted to lighter topics. Glen told her a funny story about a co-star who had accidentally spilled coffee on a director during a table read in this very restaurant. 

Their laughter came easily, the earlier tension and nerves melting away. Gabby found herself relaxing more with each passing minute, her worries about the public nature of the date fading into the background.

When their meals arrived, Gabby’s plate was beautifully arranged, the salmon perfectly seared and the vegetables vibrant and fragrant. Glen’s filet looked just as impressive, and he wasted no time cutting into it.

“Good?” Gabby asked as he took his first bite.

“Perfect,” Glen said, his expression one of pure satisfaction. “What about yours?”

Gabby took a small bite of her salmon, her eyes widening as the flavors hit her tongue. “Oh wow,” she murmured, nodding. “This is amazing.”

They ate in companionable silence for a few minutes before Glen spoke again. “So, tell me something,” he said, setting his fork down and leaning back slightly.

“Okay,” Gabby said cautiously, wiping her mouth with her napkin. “What do you want to know?”

“What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do but never had the chance to?” he asked, his tone curious.

Gabby thought for a moment, chewing her bottom lip. “Hmm… I’ve always wanted to go to Italy,” she admitted. “You know, see Rome, Florence, Venice. Eat my weight in pasta and gelato.”

Glen smiled. “Italy, huh? That’s a good one. Why haven’t you gone yet?”

Gabby shrugged. “Life, I guess. Work, bills, responsibilities. It’s just never felt like the right time.”

“What if we made it the right time?” Glen suggested, his voice casual but his expression serious.

Gabby blinked, her fork hovering over her plate. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what if we planned a trip? Just you and me. No work, no distractions. We could go sometime,” he said, his eyes lighting up at the idea.

Gabby’s heart raced at the thought. “Glen, that’s… that’s huge. I don’t even know if I could-”

“Then let’s figure it out,” he said with a shrug, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “I want to do this with you, Gabby. I want to experience things like that with you.”

Her breath caught at his words, and she felt a lump form in her throat. She hadn’t expected him to say something so... big, so meaningful.

“Let’s think about it,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Glen set his fork down and leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “Okay if you had to pick something smaller, something not as big, what would it be?”

Gabby tilted her head, considering his question. “Hmm. I’ve always wanted to go to Napa Valley,” she admitted. “You know, wine country. Touring vineyards, doing tastings, that sort of thing. It’s been on my list for a while.”

Glen’s face lit up. “Napa. I like that. Why don’t we make it happen?”

Gabby blinked at him, her fork pausing midair. “What do you mean, make it happen?”

“I mean, let’s plan a trip. We could go soon. Like, really soon. Maybe next month when I’m done filming and before I go to London?” He shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Glen, you can’t just... take me to Napa.”

“Why not?” he countered, his tone playful but sincere.

“Because people don’t just go to Napa on a whim,” Gabby said, giving him an incredulous look.

“Sure, they do,” Glen replied with a smirk. “Seriously, Gabby. If you want to go, let’s do it. We’ll make it a weekend trip. Fly out Friday, come back Sunday. Easy.”

Gabby leaned back in her chair, staring at him. “You have too much money and way too much time on your hands,” she teased, trying to deflect how overwhelmed she felt by his casual offer.

“I’d argue I don’t have enough time on my hands.” Glen chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “But it’s not about that. I just want to make you happy.”

Her breath hitched at the sincerity in his voice, and she found herself momentarily speechless. There was no smirk now, no playful banter. Just Glen, looking at her like she was the most important thing in the world.

“Glen…” she started, unsure of how to respond.

He reached across the table, his hand covering hers. “I mean it, Gabby. If it’s something you want, I’ll do everything I can to make it happen. Whether it’s Napa next month or Italy next summer—or both—I want to experience those things with you.”

She swallowed hard, her heart swelling at his words. “Okay,” she said softly, her voice barely audible.

“Okay?” he repeated, his lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile.

Gabby nodded, finally letting herself relax. “Okay. Let’s start with Napa. But you have to promise me one thing.”

“Name it,” he said, his tone serious.

“No over-the-top, extravagant plans,” she said, pointing a finger at him. “I’m not flying on a private jet or staying in a ten-bedroom mansion.”

Glen chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “I can agree to no mansions.”

“Good,” Gabby said, crossing her arms, feeling like she’d won. “And no private jets?”

“Only as a last resort. Promise. But,” Glen added with a smirk, “how do you feel about light aircraft?”

Her brow furrowed, suspicious of his tone. “What does that even mean?”

“Small planes,” he explained casually. “You know, two- to four-seaters. Not as fancy as a jet, but they get the job done.”

Gabby groaned, covering her face with her hands. “That might actually be worse, Glen. Aren’t those the planes that are always on the news for emergency landings?”

He laughed, clearly amused by her reaction. “Not always. Besides, it’s safer than you think. Especially if the pilot knows what they’re doing.”

“Yeah, sure,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “And I’m supposed to trust some random pilot to get us there?”

“Well,” Glen said, his smirk growing, “if it makes you feel better, I’m not random.”

Gabby froze, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to process what he’d just said. “Wait. What? You’re a… pilot?”

“Yup,” he said, leaning forward slightly, clearly enjoying her disbelief. “I got my license a few years ago. It’s kind of a hobby. So technically, I can fly you anywhere you want.”

Her jaw dropped. “You mean to tell me that not only do you act, but you also fly planes in your free time?”

“Pretty much,” Glen said with a shrug, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Gabby groaned again, shaking her head. “This is worse. Now I have to worry about you flying planes too!”

“I’m an excellent pilot,” he assured her, his tone teasing. “I haven’t crashed yet.”

“Yet?” she repeated, glaring at him.

He laughed, reaching for her hand across the table. “Relax, Gabby. I promise, you’re in good hands. But we can stick to commercial flights for Napa, if it makes you feel better.”

“It does,” she said firmly, though a small smile tugged at her lips.

“Fair enough,” Glen said with a grin. “But one day, I’m going to take you up there. You’ll see—it’s actually pretty incredible.”

“We’ll see,” Gabby said, shaking her head, though she couldn’t help but feel a little impressed by him.

The waiter arrived to clear their plates, and as Glen reached for the bill, Gabby leaned back in her chair, feeling both exasperated and strangely charmed. Glen always found a way to surprise her, and she had a feeling that was something she’d never grow tired of.

The waiter returned with the check, setting it down with a polite smile. Glen slid it closer without hesitation, pulling a pen from his jacket pocket. Gabby watched as he signed the receipt, his movements smooth and confident.

Once he was done, Glen stood and turned toward her, extending his hand. “Ready?”

Gabby smiled and placed her hand in his. “Always,” she said softly as she rose from her seat.

The moment she stood, Glen’s other arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer to him. His warmth enveloped her, and before she could say anything, he tilted his head down and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips.

When he pulled back, his hazel eyes locked onto hers, a soft smile curving his lips. 

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

Gabby let out a small laugh, her cheeks heating as she looked away. “You’ve already said that tonight.”

Glen chuckled and leaned in again, brushing another kiss to her lips, this one softer but just as meaningful. “And I’m going to keep saying it until you believe it,” he whispered against her mouth.

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn’t stop the smile that broke across her face. “You’re impossible,” she said, shaking her head slightly, though the affection in her voice betrayed her.

“Impossible in all the best ways,” Glen teased, his smirk widening. He slid his arm more securely around her, guiding her toward the exit of the private dining room.

Glen’s hand slid from Gabby’s waist as they exited the private dining room, but it found hers almost immediately. His grip was warm and steady, a silent reassurance as he led her through the restaurant. Gabby followed close behind, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.

As they neared the exit, the hum of voices from outside grew louder, and Gabby noticed Glen’s security team already in position. Beyond them, a small crowd had formed—fans, curious onlookers, and a few photographers with cameras poised.

Glen glanced back at her, his expression softening. He let go of her hand, his touch shifting to her back as they approached the door. The cooler evening air seeped in through the edges of the entryway, and Gabby instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly.

Without missing a beat, Glen shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The warmth of the fabric and the faint scent of his cologne instantly comforted her.

Gabby looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you,” she murmured softly.

Glen gave her a small smile and leaned closer, his voice low and intimate. “I’m right here,” he whispered.

One of the security guards opened the door, and the cool air rushed in fully. Gabby took a deep breath, steeling herself as Glen’s arm returned to her waist. Together, they stepped outside.

The flash of cameras was almost immediate, and voices from the crowd rose in excitement. “Glen! Over here!” someone called out, while others greeted him warmly.

Glen offered a few polite hellos and friendly smiles, his practiced ease making it clear this wasn’t his first time seeing fans or paparazzi on the street. Yet, even as he navigated the crowd, his attention kept drifting back to Gabby. He glanced down at her every few moments, his expression protective, ensuring she was okay.

Gabby stayed close to him, her hands clutching the edges of his jacket as if it were a shield. The noise and attention were overwhelming, but Glen’s presence anchored her.

As they made their way to the car, Glen’s security team created a clear path. He moved smoothly through the crowd, his grip on Gabby firm but gentle, leading her with confidence. When they finally reached the car, Glen opened the door himself, helping her inside with a steady hand.

Once she was settled, he leaned down briefly, his voice soft. “You did great,” he said, his gaze warm and reassuring.

Gabby managed a small smile, her nerves easing slightly. Glen closed the door and moved around to the driver’s side, sliding in beside her. For the first time since stepping into the crowd, she let out a quiet breath, grateful to have him by her side.

As Glen eased the car away from the restaurant, the city lights reflecting off the windshield, he glanced over at Gabby, who was still wrapped in his jacket. Her fingers toyed with the edge of the fabric as she stared out at the passing streets.

“So,” Glen started, his voice warm and teasing, “what do you want to do next?”

Gabby turned her head, raising an eyebrow. “What do you have planned?”

He smirked, his eyes flicking back to the road. “Well, I was thinking I could take you home… if that’s what you wanted.”

She tilted her head, studying him. “And if it’s not?”

His smirk softened, and he glanced at the dashboard clock. “Then… I’ve got about four hours left in California before I have to leave.”

Gabby blinked, sitting up straighter. “You’re leaving tonight?” she asked, her voice laced with surprise. “I thought you had one more night?”

Glen’s face fell, the lightness in his expression replaced by a deep sigh. His hands tightened briefly on the steering wheel before relaxing. 

“I did,” he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with regret. “But they moved up the call time for tomorrow, so I have to head out tonight to make it to set.”

Gabby nodded slowly, processing his words. She understood—this was Glen’s life, his career. But she couldn’t help the pang of disappointment that settled in her chest. She’d been silently hoping to fall asleep in his arms, to have just one more night with him before the distance inevitably returned.

“I’m sorry,” Glen said after a moment, his voice softer. He glanced over at her, the guilt evident in his eyes. “I wanted tonight to be special for you. I wanted us to have more time.”

She gave him a small smile, her fingers still playing with the edge of his jacket. “It’s okay,” she said, even though her heart ached a little. “I get it. This is your job.”

He exhaled, his gaze flicking back to the road. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he murmured. Then, after a pause, he asked hesitantly, “Do you want to come over? For the last few hours we have?”

Gabby looked at him, the corners of her lips tugging upward. “Yeah,” she said softly, her smile growing.

Relief washed over Glen’s face, and he reached over, his hand finding her knee. His touch was warm, grounding. “Okay,” he said, giving her knee a light squeeze. “Let’s make the most of it.”

Gabby placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze in return. As Glen steered the car toward his place, she felt a bittersweet warmth settle in her chest. Their time was fleeting, but she knew she’d cherish every second of it.

[shokveyv]

Ok i wanna make it very clear this isn't being said out of anger or hate but an small explanation of to why some people might get the wrong impression about the Sari x Sentinel art.

Imagine a family friend having seen a child grow up and had been around them through their childhood. So they have seen them grow up.

But the moment they become 18, they decide "This child i have seen as a baby, a child, a teen, I now want to date them" it comes of very predatory. And creepy.

It is in turn, odd for someone who grew up with an adult in their life. To being attacted to them even when they get older. It makes it seem like there some implications on the child's (now adult) side, that don't make it seem very innocent.

Sentinel is millions of years old. He has seen Sari grow up from a kid, to a teen, and now adult.

While yes they are now both consenting adults, but the implications behind this attraction is what is very suspicious.

I an not saying this was what you beleive in or intended. But your audience, esspcially your western audience might get the impression you do.

I also know English isn't your first language, so I hope this doesn't get lost in translation or come across as aggressive. It's not. I very much adore your work, this is the only time I've been kinda taken off gaurd by your content.

At the very least, I think you should change the way Adults sari outfit looks to make it very clear this isn't her teen self. And people's styles and outfits change when they get older too, so you could have fun coming up with that.

Again, this isn't made out of hate or anger. Just an explanation as to why people might feel so strongly about the art.

Thank you for context explanation to the Western view. I think I understand? It struggles though . Sentinel has never been family friend. He is enemy to human, sees Sari as infestation canon.

Canonical, Sentinel Prime few interact with Sari. Doesn't know the name! He never see alt mode [unless I misremember]. In story, not see Sari in ten or more years. On Cybertron ten year later. Sees Sari of her alt mode [it is a robot!] and he wonder who she is. He was not interest in her as organic [not as child, not as teen], canonical. Canon, he hate organic! Why be interest in her? Story, he works to get acclimatize to this organic form when! he learns she is not a robot only. The text you say is implying he has seen her grown. Canon, he did not care about her and did not acknowledge her more than a contamination [he is bad as Megatron MTMTE, wanting death of organic]. He doesn't recognize her when she reveals organic at first [it is how little he has ever seen for the Sari].

Canonically, she still a stranger to him.

Thank you for explaining the hesitation. It seem, there are many people don't understand in Japan, it is common for 10+ year ago, one child and adult meet, but in when child is to become adult, they may cross red string of fate and meet again! It is exposing xenophobia I did not expect. It is okay to misunderstand. It is not okay to insult my culture because one finds it icky.

Distressing, people say I should change her cloth. I not change cloth wardrobe from high school. I feel, I am being shamed. It is humiliating. There is something wrong with me for not changing my clothes... It was going to have her wear different cloth in comic, Sari is fashionista! ^^\ I was so excited to see the wear different dress and makeup cool! The drawing is cover of the full comic

I write about: "In my story, he not know of her robot form. Years later, he sees her on Cybertron in robot form. Wonders, "Who is she?" stalks her for many year until he finally gets the chance to ask more. She doesn't like him because he organic fears [he doesn't know robot-Sari is organic]. She ride with Drift for long time but as she grow, she finds divisive [Drift is become unstable], so strays alone. This is on top of fighting against the Megatron release from Trypticon. Sentinel losing Magnus status humbles him, Predacons become a major threat, Optimus Magnus, Sari starts to understand Sentinel is not as big mean as before. He grows as character. She begrudgingly accepts it

Sari not written to fall for Sentinel. Only recent in writing this story did I see to involve Sentinel [he had recent fall away from Magnus status, Optimus picks it up]. Is ten years of plot before she meets Sentinel as robot version on Cybertron. It distresses to see people calling me pedophile. I work on total story for 9 month.

But, people are not okay to read,s not okay to write character grows, mature, having adventures on the way. I regret writing this story, knows now people don't want to read stories of character beyond canon. The context is too burden on the psyche. I have learned my lesson. I will not write outside of canon again. I am a disappointment.

Sincerely for the explanation, is thanking you. Maybe it is better to keep Japan only release, then. It will be understood there. ? [I pay to have last comic translation to English, I did not want the xenophobia me of the past. I want to be better! but it is not going to be happy for English. I truly this doesn't portray as me hating English speaks].

[trashbag-baby666]

Following this ask, Gale with mascara on those long lushes lashes omg. In my high rise apartment au Gale has some feminine clothes and a small bag of makeup. In that makeup bag is a tube of Maybelline mascara, today Gale decided he'd surprise John for their date.

Gale stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the soft glow of the vanity lights reflecting off the glass. In his hand was a sleek green and pink tube of mascara, something he’d bought on a whim but never actually used—until now. With careful precision, he unscrewed the cap, pulling out the wand and studying it. He did what the tutorial on YouTube had told him and with a couple tries applied the mascara, wiping up a couple stray strokes with a corner of toilet paper.

He stepped back, inspecting his reflection. The subtle touch of mascara wasn’t much, but it made a difference—a quiet, confident statement. He grinned to himself, thinking about John’s reaction.

He tucked the makeup bag away on the shelf and exited the bathroom. John was busy putting the flowers Gale brought home in a vase.

"Ready?" John asked arranging the flowers perfectly, "Are you…?” John’s brows furrowed slightly as he stepped closer, the flowers all but forgotten. His gaze locked onto Gale’s eyes, and his smile softened into something more intimate. “You’re wearing mascara.”

"Yeah, I am." Gale blushed red and bat his eyes at his husband.

"God...wow, you look...incredible? I'm speechless, Buck." John's eyes wide with a matching ear splitting smile.

Gale smirked, reaching out to pluck one of the flowers from the bouquet and twirling it between his fingers. “Figured I’d try something new for you. Like it?”

John stepped closer, cupping Gale’s face gently and studying him like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. “I love it,” he murmured, his voice low and earnest. “You didn’t have to, but… damn.”

[youcantrewind]

The Cats & Dogs Sims expansion went on sale so I picked it up and my immediate first task was to make Sim!Tal and Sim!Jeremy their pet bogling. I initially debated between using a raccoon or a fox base to start and ultimately liked the fox better, but it does make for a rather small little bogling, so I wanted to go in and play with some dog breeds that might be a bit bigger (or even try the raccoon again for a bushier tail), but now I've run into a bug with this expansion pack where the game crashes re-entering doggo paint mode.

So after a few tries today to overcome it and losing all my work over and over, I gave up until I've got some extended time to reeeeeaaaaally take my time being careful, because as soon as I back out, that's it. The painted areas are locked in for good. To be fair, in my comic I probably drew the bogling a bit small too, so hey... if ultimately I decide to keep this first version of the lil guy, I guess the lore can be that this particular bogling was a runt, and maybe that added to why it was so undesirable that they had to steal him from the merchant guy to save him. 😅

[kingkatsuki]

Yeah short skirts and crop tops are sexy— but there’s just something about a man that finds you so attractive wearing clothes that shouldn’t be considered typically sexual. Like baggy sweats or his old, worn shirt.

Those plain, boring outfits that aren’t planned and are just thrown together for comfort and practicality that have his dick throbbing for you as he imagines bending you over the nearest surface.

[sesamenom]

maglor's first time getting to go to a concert / his favorite singer attending maglor's first big concert