#he looks so sexy in this gif as well lol unrelated

[hedwig221b]

Is there still time for a: Trick or treat?👀

Sure! The context for this piece is: Stiles had to go away from Derek for a couple of days and during it someone tried to sexually assault Stiles (they didn't get far). Then Stiles comes back.

It was 6.35 pm and Derek was already there.

Stiles’ whole body seized up at the sight of him leaning on the side of the Camaro, all dark, sexy and mysterious. He would probably be busy beating people off with a bat and spraying them with a hose to stop them from climbing him, but instead he was here. Waiting for Stiles.

Stiles gripped the handrail with a sweaty hand, and gulped. His stomach turned into a giant weirdly warm knot and his heart was pounding in his temples so hard it was making him dizzy.

The bus slowed down and stopped. With a dry mouth, Stiles stumbled out of it the minute the doors opened, barely keeping himself from falling down, and met Derek’s gaze.

Act normal, don’t run, don’t do anything weird…

Oh, Derek looked stunning. He straightened his shoulders as soon as he saw Stiles, but kept frowning. His eyes ran over Stiles’ body as if he was looking for something.

Stiles clenched his fists to keep himself from running, even though it hurt not to. He couldn’t stop himself from speeding up, though, and pushed out a weak smile instead of tears building up behind his eyelids.

“Hey,” he said, when he was close. “Have you been—”

Stiles yelped as Derek swept him in a tight embrace and lifted him off the ground. The man buried his nose in Stiles’ neck and inhaled as if starving for oxygen.

Stiles closed his burning eyes and clung to him with all his might. To feel his strong arms around the waist, the heat of his body, even though it was clad in a “bad boy” leather jacket, was heaven. Heaven!

It seemed like Stiles hadn’t seen him in centuries. So much had happened in such a small frame of time, things so despicable and vile… Stiles didn’t want to remember, didn’t want to think. And Derek’s embrace was one of those things that made him forget who he was.

Derek tensed suddenly. He nuzzled Stiles’ throat again, then gently put him down, but didn’t release from the circle of his arms.

“Everything okay?” Derek asked in a tense voice, studying Stiles’ face.

Stiles swallowed. “Yeah.” He smiled again, this time a tiny bit more genuine. “I just… missed you.”

Stupid, clingy idiot—

The corners of Derek’s mouth lifted. “I missed you, too.” He cupped Stiles’ face, stroking his thumb under one eye. “Now, breathe.”

“What?”

“Breathe, baby, come on.”

Stiles didn’t even notice how shaky his breathing become. He swallowed again and closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to get rid of black spots that had the audacity to obscure the handsome face.

As if his eagerness wasn’t embarrassing enough.

Blinking rapidly, Stiles chuckled. “It’s okay, I just couldn’t miss the opportunity to faint into your arms.”

Derek didn’t laugh. He inhaled deeply, maybe trying to subconsciously balance Stiles’ rapid breathing out, and deepened his frown.

“Something happened.” It wasn’t even a question. How the fuck did he know?

Stiles was speechless for a couple of seconds too long, but then smiled despite his heart going a mile a minute.

“Yeah, I lost my breath at the sight of you.”

“Stiles.”

“And it’s your fault for making my head spin, like whoa, dude.”

Stiles pretended to smooth out Derek’s jacket to hide his slightly shaking cold hands. Based on Derek’s unrelenting grip, the man wasn’t buying it. In fact, both of them were well aware that Derek was the only one keeping Stiles standing.

Stiles didn’t know what exactly overwhelmed him that much. Either way, it was nice to be welcomed in Derek’s embrace again.

Guess, Derek didn’t forget him after all.

Staring at Stiles’ face with gloomy suspicion, Derek, however, let the subject go. He huffed in frustration, leaned down to give Stiles a light kiss.

“I missed you, too,” he mumbled into his lips, kissed him once again and then lifted him in the air to carry over to the car. Stiles squeaked at such manhandling, but was secretly glad because he wasn’t really sure he wasn’t going to faint and crack his head open.

Derek lowered him down on the seat, closed the door, then hurried to his side.

Stiles took the moment to close his eyes and breathe. The familiar smell of Derek and the leather of the interior actually helped him calm down somewhat. He clenched and unclenched his fists to try warm them up, when Derek climbed inside as well.

“Seatbelt, baby.”

[michelle-is-writing]

Family Matters, Greg House

Word count: 1.7k~

In the time I’ve worked at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital, some might say I'm the bubbly doctor in our group. Although I don’t know how true this might be, I do know everyone can agree I'm definitely more bubbly than doctor Gregory House, but that's for another day to discuss. I'm usually the one people send in to try and cheer up patients. Because of this, I mostly work in the pediatrics ward where young, sick children are. Sometimes, I have an easy time talking to the kids and making them happier, and sometimes, I don't; usually, when I'm upset, I have a hard time.

Right now, I'm having a very difficult time.

A young New Jersey girl at the age of 11 had developed mastoiditis, an infection that affects the mastoid bone above the ear and is typically caused by a middle ear infection. Usually, this all clears up, but sadly, this infection had grown to be so bad that the girl ended up with only twenty-three percent of her hearing left in the one ear. Although this is the case, I'm not having a hard time because of the girl's loss of hearing, no.

I have my own problems at the moment.

Since I'm working in the children's ward, I don't get to see Wilson or Greg as much as I want to. Despite Greg's tendency to be an asshole, he's still my best friend and not to mention that Wilson is the kind of guy anyone can talk to about anything. However, our schedules are all different, so, as I said: we don't get to see each other that often.

At least they're still in my life though. For my family, I can’t say the same. Recently, I've just lost the closest person to me in my family; although it wasn’t through death, but through immaturity and childishness. Because of this, all of my other family members have closed me out as well, causing me to be alone. With all of my friends busy and my family shutting me out, I have no one to talk to or enjoy time with... no one. I can't even get a boyfriend for Christ's sake, and it's not like the guy I have my eyes on actually likes me back. Greg is the type of guy you can easily fall in love with, yet at the same, you really shouldn't.

"Doctor (y/n)," the young girl by the name of Jessie states. Putting all my focus back on her, I remind myself not become distracted anymore today. This isn’t the first time, unfortunately. "Will my hearing ever return?"

I smile sadly at her and shake my head. "I'm sorry, Jessie," I tell her. "Your hearing in that ear won't return, but it's not a bad thing!" I assure her. She smiles in relief. "We can always get you a hearing aid, and that will help get your hearing back to normal again, but the wait might be a little long," I explain. "Is that okay with you?"

She nods her head at my question. "I'm okay with that, doctor (Y/n)," Jessie tells me, "I'll have my family help me until then," she smiles brightly. "You can always look up to your family, right?" She states, confident in her words.

Tears slowly rising to my eyes at the thought, I nod and quickly blink them away. "That's right," I tell her, still smiling. "And don't you ever forget it," looking toward her parents, I nod my head. "The discharge nurse will be here in a few moments with the papers. If you'll excuse me..."

Without another word, I quickly leave the room and walk as fast as I can to the nearest empty room. I prefer going to James’ office instead, but it's two floors away, and I don't want any awkward elevator trips. So, before I have a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway, I find an unlocked janitorial closet before walking in and closing the door behind me, ultimately sliding down the hardwood door once it's shut.

Sitting on the cold, tile floor, I begin sobbing as quiet as I can, my hand covering my mouth. I already had my family drama on my mind all day, but for that girl to unintentionally throw it back in my face? That was the frosting on top of the already leaning, three-layer cake.

Tears stream down my cheeks like raindrops as I cry my heart out. I can tell my cheeks are red by the sensation of heat I currently feel on them; my hands feel it too. I'm crying so hard my chest begins to heave up and down as if I were having a panic attack. Oh God, I can't have a panic attack. Not here, not now.

Behind me, I feel two knocks on the door, causing me to halt. The only problem is: the knock wasn't above me, it was where my back is against the door. Remind you, I'm currently sitting on the floor. The only way someone can knock that low is if there is a midget behind the door there or someone used something like a cane... it's Greg.

Slowly moving up a little, I shakily open the door and let the grey haired man in, watching as he looks at me with pity. I've never seen the confident doctor House look like this with anyone. It's like a... a totally different Greg.

Sitting down beside me against the door, Greg drops his cane beside him as he sighs and wraps his arm around me before gently tugging my body close to his. Shocked, I tense up, tears no longer pouring out of my eyes. Greg never comforts anyone like this. He always makes fun of them or says something that many people take offense to, but he never... he never cares. He always brushes it off his shoulder, yet for some reason, he seems like he actually cares this time.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his voice deep as usual with no emotion.

I wait a few seconds before lying. "Nothing important," I tell him, my voice wavering from my scattered emotions.

Pulling me back to face him, Greg looks me in the eye before sighing again. "I know you've been crying by the wet tears on your cheeks, slight puffiness, and redness to your eyes, and fast-paced breathing - and I don’t even have to be a doctor to notice that," he breaks down my current state, lifting an eyebrow. "Now, are you going to begrudgingly tell me what's wrong or do I need to stay in here with you until you finally give in to all my unrelenting sexiness."

His comment makes me laugh, causing a grimace of a smile to fall on House's lips. Out of all of us, I've been the only one to do that. I've been the only one to break Greg's stone exterior and interior. Plus, It doesn't help that I like Greg romantically. I like the fact that he's confident and witty; he's not afraid to be himself. Although, he can still be quite an ass to others, but to me, he’s always been nothing but kind. Even when I first started working here, he was still patient and sweet - a rare sight to everyone else. It used to hurt me to think he’ll never feel the same way as me, but I’ve gotten so used to that fact that it doesn’t even bother me anymore.

"It's just... my family," I explain, Greg pushing my head back onto his shoulder as he holds me. At this point, I'm not shocked by anything he does. The infamous doctor could be high for all I know. He probably took a few Vicodin tablets before coming down here now that I think of it.

"They've completely... shut me out," I explain, shrugging as I rest my hand on his shoulder. "They never talk to me anymore, they've blocked me in any way of even trying to talk to them. My cousin just sent me an email last night telling me that I didn't need to contact them anymore as they no longer wanted me in their lives," I close my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Plus, I wish I could work with you guys again," I take a breath before saying the next thing. "I miss you."

A few seconds of silence pass before Greg leans down to my face level. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by his own sapphire orbs, watching as he continually inches forward until his lips plant themselves on mine. Our eyes close at the same time in response to the touch of our lips, and they stay that way too. With my heart beating fast and a different fire in my cheeks, I instantly respond to his kiss while placing my hands on the sides of his face, feeling his hands attach themselves to my hips as I do so. We kiss until we have to breathe, both of us pulling apart simultaneously.

"They don't deserve you," Greg tells me, a little out of breath. "You are wonderful; a decent and kind human being, inside and out," he takes a small pause, flashing his blue eyes down to mine. "I never thought I’d say this, but… because of you, I think maybe not everyone is a horrible person and that maybe I can be a bit nicer a time or two," he then smiles at me, kissing me once more. "You have made me feel love believe it or not."

Smiling, I lean up to kiss his forehead before sitting back down and resting my head against his chest, my eyes cast upon him as he looks down at me. "You've also made me feel love," I confess to him, my voice shy. "I've grown to love you as well. You and your sarcastic comments and witty comebacks and your insults to apparent stupid people," for once, he laughs, making me grin. "I can't help but love it all."

After a few moments, Greg speaks up. "I know I can't be your entire family," he murmurs, holding me close. "But I can try to be your... your..." He draws on, clearly trying to come up with an appointed title for himself. After a few seconds, I giggle and cut him off.

"Boyfriend?" I ask, making him roll his eyes.

"I was going to say significant other," he argues, looking over to me. "The term boyfriend is so, well, childish," he complains, making me giggle.

Leaning closer, I peck his lips. "Good thing you have a childish mind," I tease him, pressing my lips to his one more time before he responds to my comment with something horrible or completely inappropriate. It is Doctor House we’re talking about, after all.

[cooloddball]

JIB9 (JIBCON 2018) ANALYSIS PART 2

Go read part 1 of jib9 analysis if you haven’t read it already.

Continuing from where we left off...

Misha says no, he doesn’t think that Cas feels like part of the family and Jensen smirks and looks down while Jared smiles

Jensen helps Misha along with his answer 

Jensen defends Sam and Dean after Misha says they don’t show emotion saying things like “I love you so much”

Jens: “There are a few scenes where you know,”

Jared: “Didn’t you see the one with the whole if we die we will do that together too?”

Jens: “Yeah that was emotional”

This is getting serious people. Remember this is season 13 they are talking about.

Jens keeps going on “you know there was embracing, and then there was a lot-I mean…” This whole time Jensen is looking at Misha

Misha is like “All I’m saying…”

And Jensen cuts Misha  off and says, “Did you miss that?”

Look at Jared’s face here though. He’s like are you guys having a lovers’ quarrel? Am I missing something?

Misha tries to talk again but Jensen is adamant, unrelenting to give up on that there was an emotional scene between Dean and Cas. 13x05???  “Were you not there?”

Misha being who he is and not backing down either he says, “NO” rather defiantly. 

Jared’s face here though. He stopped talking and is watching these two lovers go at it. (No, not the sexy kind)

Jensen doesn’t look too thrilled about what Misha said. Jared laughs Jensen is basically done at this point. Look at his face.

Misha continues “That was Castiel”

And Jensen just looks appalled, he raises his eyebrows looks down at his hands [0.43 insert Jensen’s face atm] and since Misha is looking at him and he sees that Jensen is unhappy he adds “I’m very method.”

Jensen goes to say something but stops himself, Jared senses the tension, Misha is still looking at Jensen and Jensen hasn’t looked at Misha since he asked him “were you not there?”

IDK what is going on here but it fees like more than just about Dean and Cas and more like it’s about Jensen and Misha. I mean Jared and Misha are having fun with it and Jensen just seems adamant to prove they care A LOT about Cas which is weird considering the fact that the moment Misha was asked that question Jensen agreed with Jared that they are not as pleased that Cas was back (this was a joke) . So what has changed since then? Only a few seconds have passed.

Jensen presses on, “I mean was Cas there? I know he was there physically but was he there emotionally? Because it doesn’t sound like it.”

The way Misha is holding his microphone he looks scared. Jensen can’t take his eyes off Misha.

Misha says, “see this is what I’m talking about” I think he realizes Jensen is getting too emotional and personal on stage and he decides to guide the conversation to the funny side.

Jensen laughs .

Misha says “ I don’t think he [Cas] lets himself feel worthy or wanted” and Jensen keeps looking at a fixed spot on the floor and I don’t know what’s so interesting there. Jared says “smart” in reference to Misha’s statement and Jensen nods.

Jared tries to make fun but Misha is not having it, he [Misha]  looks at an imaginary watch and says  “That said-uh…that said I think this season he’s felt more part of the team and the family…probably *looks at Jensen* more than ever before” Now I talked about that moment here but I have to reiterate, something is off here tbh. I don’t know what was going on with Jensen but something was definitely off.

I have been thinking about what the causation of Jensen’ s behaviour could be and I have come to a very weird and maybe kind of controversial conclusion, IDK. But  here’s what I think. Maybe Misha finally told Jensen that he didn’t feel like he was part of the family because of the way they treated him and talked shit about him at J2 panels? Like how he pretended to gag when he saw Misha on screen during the jib9 j2 panel the previous day. Or the extreme pranks Jared played on him and Jensen just stood aside? The way some  j2 fans send hate to him and that it gets to him. Maybe he finally opened up. Because if that is the case then,  Jensen blamed himself for making Misha feel like that when he didn’t have any intention to? I hope I’m making sense. Or maybe it could be something else entirely but I feel like since 2017 Jensen had stopped going along with Jared’s attempts to make fun of Misha at their panes. So maybe this was him feeling bad that he ever played a part in that??? Okay my head hurts I have to move on. 

Since that moment Jensen doesn’t look okay, even when Mishalecki are bantering with the next fan, Jensen just seems sad? Sad is not the right word but he seems kind of upset 

So the fan makes a small mistake in what she’s asking and Misha laughs  then Jensen turns to look at him for a brief second, it’s literally for a second and Misha looks at him with his big blue eyes but Jensen looks away rather quickly. I think they can both feel the weight of the previous answer Misha gave simmering beneath the surface but they can’t talk about it atm. 

Now Jared says something rather weird to me, “A man who goes to sleep with an itchy butt wakes up with a smelly hand.”   (I know it’s a saying or whatever but it’s just a strange thing to say or maybe it’s just me) Jensen is nodding along to that but Misha doesn’t look amused. I think it’s an interesting thing to say when two of your best friends who play with each other’s butts are seated on stage with you. I’m not sorry I said that because it had to be said.

For a literal microsecond, Misha looks at Jensen but Jensen is looking at a fixed spot on the floor as has become norm in the last 2 minutes. Mish suppresses a smile because he knows Jensen still feels bad about earlier.

Jared says that’s why he thinks the brother’s and Cas have to die in order for the show to end and Jensen’s face is just stoic. Dude wtf?? 

Jensen joins in the banter and makes a joke about a man who stands on a toilet while high on pot he’s not crazy he’s just high? J2 make another joke about a man going backwards to Bangkok or something. Misha manages to laugh at those jokes.

Jared asks Misha  if he has anything to add and Jensen looks at Misha smiling look at the way he’s looking at Misha. It’s like he wants to stuff him in his pocket and take him home with him.

Jensen is laughing so hard now because Misha says that the only sayings that come to mind are the only ones he doesn’t want to say.

They try to pronounce the German word and it’s hilarious AF.

So Jared makes a joke of a sound that the fan is helping them pronounce and Jensen is just done. Completely done because he looks away and scratches his beard like he wants to be anywhere but there. JFC What is going on? He was happy again.

OMG husbands whispering at each other while Jared is engaged with a fan. Gossipy Jensen. Also I’m glad whatever tension was there after the Cas question is finally gone and they are back on track again.

They are in there own little world because IDK what Misha whispered to Jensen but Jensen is unicorn laughing. Aww J

 “We just said some really bad shit” I like it when Jensen curses. Now I want to know what they said because when Misha whispers it to Jared, he laughs really hard as well. Oh to be a tiny ant crawling around, listening to their whispered secrets. A girl can dream am I right?

7.33 Jared asks the fan what her “that German/Austrian word” was that morning and I am inclined to think whatever the husbands were whispering to each other had something to do with a sex-related orifice because of the way Jensen reacts.

The fan puts Jared in his place. Look at Jensen’s reaction.

He’s like you go girl.

Jensen wants to whisper something to Misha so bad but he stops himself.

Okay so Jensen says he did bicycle touring and he did take part in some of the quests. Is he talking about GISHWES because he never can pronounce that word. LOL.

So Jared interrupts Jensen starts telling his story and Jensen just shuts down just look at his face the entire time Jared is telling it.

Misha and Jared are talking about how it’s so hot on stage and Jensen is just miming to the fans how it’s not hot. I love when he does that. Naughty boy.

Misha moans and he and Jared just rush off to point the fan in their direction while Jensen just stands over the fan on his side of the stage and cools his balls off.

OMG!!!! Misha is doing the mating dance while making fiery eye contact with Jensen and sips from the bottle. Jensen heeds his husband’s call to mate and walks briskly in long manly steps to wards him and he takes the drink off his hand while looking at him like he wants to eat him [it’s called a mating dance for a reason] and inhales the drink whatever it is and it must be really strong because he looks away and says something to Jared. Misha walks away says something to Jared and goes to sit down.  Jensen starts twerking his booty. Misha your man wants to mate on stage do something. Anyway Jensen pours the drink that Misha had sipped directly from the bottle in a shot glass  and does the rck on sign and sips it. The entire time Mishalecki are just looking at Nesnej and laughing not understanding what is going on.

Jared sniffs the drink and says “poker face” and Jensen says “thanks Lady Gaga” IDK if this was a snide comment or just banter but now we know Jensen listens to Lady Gaga and Katy Perry (re: jib8).

This part is really funny when the fan thanks Misha for sending a recovery message to her friend but Misha says that  he had no choice but to do it because the fan just held out the phone to Misha and Misha was like “oooh, heeey”

I think Jared asks Misha what happened and Misha explains because Jared folds over laughing.

Jared starts talking before Jensen can answer the question and again Jensen doesn’t look too amused. This guy keeps stealing his thunder.

Jensen manages a smile when he hears that Misha did a German accent 

Misha asks Jensen if he wants some tips on accents and Jensen smiles and says no. Ouch. Sorry Mish, your man doesn’t want your help. He’d rather wing it.

Misha is not backing down and compliments Jensen by listing all the accents that Jensen can do. We love a supportive husband. Hype your man Mish.

Jensen says that he speaks French and he has a little have a  tête-à-tête in français. I find it funny how Misha pretends not to know Jensen speaks French yet he just listed all the accents Jensen can do. Sure Jan.  And after the French interaction which Misha adds a flair of a French accent when he talk as and , Jensen tries really hard  not to smile. Someone’s excited. #accent kink ;)

Jensen says he doesn’t think Michael is going to need an accent and Misha says yes he will in French accent and Jensen is just trying really really hard not to smile.

Look at Jared’s face though he’s like dude are you seriously turned on by Misha’s weird accent right now? It’s not even funny and Jensen can’t stop smiling.

Jensen is done with Misha’s shenanigans so he just cuts him off and Misha is exasperated and Jensen proceeds to ask his question.

Fan says she would improve on Misha’s German accent and Misha gasps scandalized and  even Jensen is not happy about that but he takes this moment to make fun of Misha so the comment doesn’t seem as harsh 

Look at Misha’s face

and here is Jensen’s face  he can’t believe someone was mean to his baby.

Anyway, in an attempt to make it less painful for his man he tries to make and joke and says, “I didn’t send that out with the insult in mind but I’m really glad that happened.” 

The joke makes it worse and Misha  doesn’t seem to feel better. Poor Misha.

It’s over.

Time for the closing ceremony

Jensen and Briana singing.

 Misha and Adam

I love their friendship, makes me think of the possibilities that could’ve been between Cas and Mick on the show.

OMG Jensen you naught boy, yeah I see you have experience humping and spanking. Go on Rockstar we love to see it.

Even Jason Mann’s sees Jensen humping the air and Misha and Jensen turn to look at Jason. Jensen is  smirking at him after what he just did. OMG.

The way Jensen is looking at Rob when Rob tries to sing the remaining verses of carry on my wayward son. Jensen you need apple juice. Jensen is me. He is insane and he is me and I love him. JENSENKIN!!!!

Why are Jensen and Misha gravitating towards each other unconsciously? Do their hearts have magnets that pull towards each other?

Speaking of them why does Jensen seem extremely tall here and Misha looks so tiny.

Am I the only one who doesn’t like the guy who played Ketch? OMG he just rubs me off the wrong way.

 OMG is Jared trying to touch Jensen’s hand? Eww He touched Jensen’s arm and Jensen didn’t even look at him. This is embarrassing. Jensen hasn’t looked at him once/ HELP.

Misha and Jensen are standing the same way at the exact same time and they aren’t even looking at each other. OMG!! This is insanity.

Jensen turns to smile at Misha. Aww J

Jensen looks at Misha with a smile on his face when Daniela says they’ll be back the next year the year that gave us straddle gate and boners.

It’s over guys. 

So I have come to the conclusion that something was going on between Jensen and Jared at jib 9.

See you on the next one.

Part 1

[mypersonmyg]

stream simulator | jjk

pairing: gamer/streamer!jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff, gamer au

rating: g

wc: 1k

warnings: n/a

summary: you want to sit in the comfy gamer chair OR jeongguk’s subs love you more than they love him

a/n: i’m honestly so proud of myself for keeping up with this, even if maybe they’re not great drabbles; anyways...how perfect that it’s the 7th day, the prompt is games and the only boy i haven’t written for is my love mr.jeon? i hope you enjoy :-))

also...i kinda like the concept of this so mayhaps i’ll do more drabbles with these 2, come back and flesh it out more???

prompt 7. G - Game. The otp+ play a game together.

november drabbles masterlist

main masterlist

The hum of a droning program does little to distract from the desire for company, Jeongguk long since locked away in his office. You’re privy to the occasional raise of a voice, laughter piercing peaked ears, enticed by the unrelenting joy. Time just meets the mark of an hour when you’re rising in sweats, sights set on the kitchen for a roundup of snacks curated for an occasion such as this. 

You lose resolve as you tread, feet silent with socks against vinyl, towards Jeongguk’s closed door. You debate a knock though you’re reminded of headphone covered ears, the sound of unrelenting alerts and the deliverance of messages dripping with adoration and the occasional well intended dig. 

The door is pushed with exerted effort, the will to maintain grip on the items in your grasp. You’re stilled at the immediate whip of Jeongguk’s head, your entrance not as stealthy as planned. It’s with embarrassment that you realize the image of you fits to frame on the sizable monitor.

“Well hello there, come on in,” Jeongguk is less than surprised at your sudden appearance, already working on the plugging of spare headphones, his backup mic slotted into the stand. “The chat is already going crazy with donos because they like you better than me.” 

“They haven’t even met me,” You deposit your haul to the desk, face scrunched in mortification. You readily accept the placement of headphones, Jeongguk then rising to fetch a near chair. You take his absence as a chance to swoop in, bottom firmly planting in the gaming chair you’d gifted him. “Hi guys, I’m y/n if you don’t know! Guk never lets me sit in his chair, now I see why.”

You’re able to just catch the flash of comments that flood the screen. Viewers poking fun at your boyfriend and his love for the cushioned seats. Your chuckle is interrupted by his reappearance, a chair significantly less pleasing in his grip. 

“Your chat says that you love your chair more than me,” You regard with arms folded, Jeongguk quickly depositing the chair, arms framing you whilst he peruses the screen. 

“You guys are traders,” He points to the lens, feigned disappointment painting his otherwise innocent features. “She’s been on for two minutes and you’re already putting me on blast.”

“You’re not even gonna deny it!?”

“Babe, this chair feels like it was crafted by the gods. Tell me it doesn’t.” He fixes a stare, daring a fib. You shrug without the pretense to move, Jeongguk shifting you ever so slightly with encouragement. “Besides, you don’t need me, the chat has already collectively decided that this is your stream.”

True to word, you glance at the screen, the first words to catch your gaze being jeongguk who? I only see y/n <3. 

“You guys are so sweet! Why don’t you invite me to your streams?” You ask Jeongguk, his hands already reaching for a half eaten bag, as he settles into the spare chair, all but given up on regaining his spot. 

“You can come whenever you want,” He speaks as if it’s obvious past the crunch of a filled mouth. “I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“Not interested in spending time with you and this sexy crowd?” Jeongguk is quick to swallow, eyes widening at blatant flirtation. You feel yourself heat at your own words, unsure of sudden confidence. 

“Oh no, you’re giving them ideas. She’s mine, no one else look at her,” You muffle bursts of laughter at the attempt to shield you from the screen. As if to further prove the territorial gag you feel the press of lips to your cheeks. “Maybe this is why I never invited you, I’ve got competition now.” 

“But hey look, so many people are subbing!” This catches attention, your headphones half askew, a reminder of the alerts sounding in your ear. Jeongguk turns back to the streamer side, your eyes taking him in as he calls out thanks to the rise in sub counts and donations aplenty. 

“Y/n?” You blink, Jeongguk’s attention once more on you, a half smirk on his face. “They said that they want you to come on stream more.”

“Really?” You double check, sure that it’s something Jeongguk would say to boost a shy ego. Sure enough it’s the truth, chorus of agreement sounding off in every direction. You nearly shy into Jeongguk’s hoodie, but simply smile into the lens. “You guys are really sweet.”

“Careful, I’m not trying to let you steal my job.”

“Don’t worry, I love you too much to do that.” Now you’re the one dropping a kiss, thumb swiping along his dimpled cheek. “Let’s play a game!”

“Excuse me? You wanna play a game?” A valid response, your competitive streak not entirely present in this respect. Your explanation lies in the desire to gain the full experience.

“Yeah, we can play something simple like the game with the little round guys with all of the costumes!” You throw your arms out in vague movements, your words not seeming explanation enough. 

“Is-is my girlfriend turning into a gamer?” Jeongguk glances from you to the camera, expression undergoing a range of emotion, all over dramatic in right. “I don’t know guys, I might have to end the stream early if you know what I mean.”

“You’re so gross!” You counter with a gentle shove, both of you laughing at the declaration. He begins typing away at the screen, pulling up the game in question your vocals emitting to a rather pleased squeal. “Yes, this!”

“When have you seen anyone play this?”

“I watch you sometimes,” You admit sheepish, the topic never coming up. It’s not surprising you would support his streams, but the thought of being outside when you could’ve been a part of the action dawns. 

“Aw, you guys she watches my streams,” Jeongguk coos. “You wanna go first?”

“Oh no, I’m scared.” You respond in tiny, watching as the chat explodes with words of affirmation, still stunned at their ready acceptance. “So many people are watching.” 

“Yeah, but don’t worry. They won’t bully you like they do to me.”

“What?” You’re given no chance to thrust the controller away as it’s placed in your palms. Jeongguk leading you blind. You turn to him with wide eyes of betrayal, his hands already offering the raise of thumbs. 

“Good luck, you’ll do great!”

[mrs-gucci]

For your requests, could you do either clyde or flip getting in a fight over you? You can patch him up afterwards 😍 Thank you!

Disco Friday {Flip Zimmerman x Reader}

author’s notes: helloooo! I’m such a slut for fighting & patching up fics, especially with these boys. I chose Flip for this one, mainly because I’ve had this disco roller rink idea in my head and I figured it’d go well with this prompt. plus, I wanted to write some more Flip haha. tagging my good friend @safarigirlsp because I think she’ll like this one.

warnings: fluff (may kept it in her pants and wrote 2.4k words of fluff without any smut?? yeah, I don’t believe it either. someone give this bitch a bozo button). some sexy content (no smut). fights. flip attempts to roller skate. plenty of grumpy flip bitching content.

(possible) tw’s: tobacco use (as is canon for Flip’s character). descriptions of physical violence. blood. age gap (5 years, everyone’s over 21). non-consensual touching of reader (NOT by Flip).

word count: 2.4k

my taglist peeps: @frank-and-honey @shygirl268​ (if you’d like to be added to my taglist, the link to the google form is HERE or at the top of my masterlist.)

You were surprised when Flip actually wanted, voluntarily, to take you to the local roller skating rink for disco Friday. You’ve tried to drag him along countless times before, and you’ve gone alone every single time.

Even your friends were surprised when you walked in on his arm. A few of them had never met him before, since you met them here, and they were evidently intimidated by his tree-like physique and unrelenting resting bitch face.

He slapped on a smile, though, saying ‘nice to meet you’ and shaking everyone’s hand like a good boyfriend should. You were proud of him, these kinds of things were often a bit difficult.

Everyone greeted him and made some casual conversation before the white lights went down and the colored ones turned on, lighting various sections of the rink in shades of blue, green, yellow, pink, and purple. 

The large disco ball was lowered and lit up, then people began jumping over the walls and rolling around as the music began to blare through the speakers. You smile up at Flip.

“Am I gonna be able to convince you to put on a pair of skates tonight?”

He laughs. “You can certainly try, munchkin, but I can almost guarantee I’ll say no.”

You pout, running your hands over his taut abdomen before letting your fingers tease his belt buckle. Your eyes meet his, smiling sweetly and eyelashes fluttering as you trace your pointer finger over his crotch.

“Aww, you’re no fun. You wouldn’t do it, even if I offered you something you wanted in return?”

His pupils dilate, hand quickly snatching your wrist and pulling it away from his crotch. “Not if it’s something I can get without making a fool of myself in front of dozens of people.”

“Pleaseeeeee baby? It’ll be so much fun to have you out there with me.” You plead, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, reaching up to plant a quick peck on his lips. “At least just let me rent you a pair of skates for the night.”

Flip sighs, kissing you again. “Okay, you can rent a pair for me, and if I don’t use them I’ll pay you back.”

You nod, smiling and planting a kiss on the tip of his nose. He scrunches his face up in response, which makes you giggle. “It’s like 2 bucks for the whole night, baby, you don’t have to pay me back. I’m just happy you’re even opening the door to the possibility of skating.”

He laughs as you jog excitedly over to the skate rental stand, admiring your figure accentuated in your bell bottoms and knitted cropped halter-top tank. You always look good, but there’s something about this outfit in particular that gets his motor running. 

You return with two pairs of skates a few minutes later, handing the larger pair to him before sitting down on the metal bleachers to pull on and lace up your skates. Once you’re finished and they’re securely tied on your feet, you stand up slowly, body quickly re-adjusting to the feeling of being on wheels.

When you look up at Flip, ready to bid him farewell before jumping into the rink, you’re pleasantly surprised  to find that he’s put on the skates. You giggle to yourself as you watch him try to lace them up, muttering a series of profanities as he does so. 

“Need some help?”

He looks up at you, huffing. “Maybe.”

Laughing, you walk over and kneel down, lacing them up with ease. Flip just rolls his eyes, lighting a cigarette.

“Dunno why they gotta make this shit so fuckin’ complicated. Why isn’t it just like normal shoes? Everyone knows how to tie normal shoes.”

“Baby, these are like normal shoes. They’re the exact same thing.”

He frowns, looking down at the skates as you finish lacing them up. “There’s no way that’s true. I know how to lace normal shoes, I do it every fuckin’ day for work. This is something completely different.”

You laugh to yourself, shaking your head.

“Sure, baby, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“It’s something different.” He mumbles grumpily, crossing his arms. “No way it’s the same shit as trying regular shoes.”

You’re soon finished and you stand back up, holding your hand out to him.

“Don’t fall.”

Flip rolls his eyes but smiles to himself as he starts to try and get up. Almost immediately, his feet fly out from under him and he flops right back down. 

“Fuckin’ goddamn wheels...” He grumbles around his cigarette.

“Stand on your toes, that’s where the brake is.” You say, demonstrating for him. “That way you won’t roll off.”

He gives it a try, standing up without issue, steadying himself a bit once he’s up. 

“Alright, now we gotta make it down to the rink.”

The intense side eye you get from him makes you laugh.

“What, were you just gonna put them on without actually skating in the rink? C’mon, I’ll help you get down there.”

His arm wraps around you as he sinks back down onto the wheels, wobbling back and forth violently. 

“Oh my jesus christ.” He says, brows furrowed in focus. “Can’t believe I let you drag my ass into this bullshit.”

“Woah, woah, easy. Just try to plant your feet, bend your knees if it helps.” You’re trying so hard not to laugh as he struggles to stay balanced, his largeness not exactly helping him at the moment. It’s like watching Bigfoot trying to skate.

His grip tightens on you as he steadies himself, or at least tries to, and he does actually balance for the most part. You push off and roll him along with you, which he suddenly protests.

“No, goddamnit, I’m not ready! You’re going too fuckin’ fast!”

“Flip, baby, I barely even pushed off. We’re going as slow as possible.” You laugh, holding onto your tree of a boyfriend as you approach the small downward slope to the rink. His eyes widen the second he sees it, tapping your shoulder.

“Wait, hang on, I’m not--”

“Just grab onto the wall, baby!” You say, pushing him gently, forcing him to roll down the small slope.

“SON OF A BITCH, Y/N! I’M NOT READY FOR THIS!!”

He rolls down fine and falls just in time to be caught by the wall, like you knew he would. You skate down after him, hand on your stomach as you laugh hysterically.

“You’re trying to kill me, I swear.” Flip says, knuckles white as he grips the wall with all his strength. “That was so mean.”

“You did good, though!” You laugh, patting his back. “It’ll get easier once you’re in the rink, I promise.”

His eyebrows raise, looking over at you as if you’ve gone completely crazy.

“You think I’m going in there with you after that? Fuck no. I still gotta recover from the goddamn heart attack you just put me through.”

“Oh, you’re fine!” You move next to him, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Please come out there with me? You don’t have to stay out there for more than five or ten minutes.”

“I’m too old for this shit, munchkin. You go out there and have fun with your friends for a bit, okay? I’ll be here, and maybe I’ll come out later.”

You laugh and roll your eyes at his ‘too old’ comment. “Flip, you’re only 32, that’s not old. But, I shall respect your wishes.”

He smiles, turning around and leaning back against the wall, crushing his cigarette out before pulling you in for a kiss by the small of your back.

“Don’t get into too much trouble out there, alright munch?”

“I won’t.” You smile against his lips, looking up at him. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” His lips tug up into a soft smile, giving you a few more quick kisses before you climb over the wall and skate over to your friends.

Everything’s going well so far. Flip ordered a beer and a soft pretzel while you skated around with your friends, cheekily waving or blowing him kisses whenever you went by. You look so happy, so free, and Flip always enjoys seeing you like this.

Plus, that outfit somehow got ten times hotter in his eyes as you skate around. Unfortunately, other guys had started to notice, too. One in particular, that had begun skating behind you and your friends, caught Flip’s eye and he’s been watching this bastard like a hawk. 

The anger begins churning his stomach as this boy gets closer and closer, eyes glued on your figure. Flip shifts, jaw clenching as he watches. You’re a few years younger than Flip, about five years, so sometimes gets a bit oversensitive about younger guys, ones closer to your age, talking or checking you out, even though he knows you would never do anything with anyone else but him.

You seem to know that something’s up, too, looking around the rink. You look nervous, unsure, and it takes everything in Flip’s power not to pluck this guy right out of the rink and give him a reminder of just who you truly belong to.

When the young man skates up besides you and starts talking, Flip’s on high alert. He’s ready to hop up and defend you as soon as this clown makes a wrong move. He doesn’t have to wait long.

About five minutes into talking to you, he reaches down to feel you up. 

Flip snarls, scrambling to undo the laces of his skates, giving up after about five seconds and pulling out his pocket knife, slicing the laces clean off. You’ve already pushed him off you, but when he rides by, Flip reaches out and grabs him by the shirt, throwing him against the wall. 

“Hey!” He yells. “That’s my fucking girlfriend you just groped, you piece of shit.”

Your eyes widen and you skate over to him quickly. “Flip, it’s alright.”

He turns to look at you, fuming mad. “No, it’s not alright, Y/N. He touched you without permission.”

The young fellow tries to escape, but Flip is quick to grab him and throw him down onto the floor.

“Hey, what the hell man?” The man says, standing back up, lunging forward, throwing a right hook. Flip’s too busy talking to you that he doesn’t have time to block it, the blow sending him careening backwards, grunting when he crashes back against the wall. 

Blood dribbles down Flip’s lip and he wipes it away with the back of his hand quickly, standing up again. 

“Big mistake.”

The young man looks immediately remorseful, the look in Flip’s eyes terrifyingly feral. He does an uppercut, punching the man right beneath his chin, sending him flying backwards. He gets back up a few seconds later, charging at Flip again.

You knew better than to try and convince Flip to stop in moods like this, so instead, you just try not to watch it.

Eventually, security had to get involved to break up the fight. Flip explained what happened, and you corroborated everything, which resulted in the bloodied and bruised young man getting escorted out. 

Flip was in rough shape, although luckily not as rough as the other guy. His lip was split, a few little abrasions and small bruises littered his face, and his knuckles were split, but nothing too major. One of the managers comes over and offers you and Flip a spot in the back room to clean up and use the first aid kit.

You graciously accept on behalf of both of you, and she leads you to the office, grabbing the first aid kit for you before leaving the two of you alone.

He sits down on the chair as you begin to wipe the dried blood from his face, dabbing away some of the fresh blood from his split lip. You know he hates it when you fuss over him like this, but he’s learned by now that not even he can stop you, so he just sits and takes it. He’s appreciative, of course, he just doesn’t like being fussed over all that much.

You dress all of his other wounds and wrap his knuckles before putting the ice pack onto his lip, the coldness making him flinch for a moment.

“Alright, that should do it. You have to keep the ice pack on it for about 20 minutes.”

Flip nods, sighing softly as he leans back, holding the ice on his lip.

“Sorry you had to see that.” He mumbles, looking away. “Dunno what came over me, I haven’t done something like that in a while.”

You take a seat on his lap gently, legs draped over his, running a hand through his now slightly tangled mane with a small smile. “It’s alright baby, he deserved it. Plus, you know I get tired of being my own hero sometimes.”

He laughs, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

“I would kiss you right now, but it’ll have to wait another twenty minutes.”

Leaning forward, you kiss his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his eyebrow, his cheekbone, then the corner of his lip. He smiles, squeezing your hip gently.

“Thanks for patching me up, munchkin.”

“You’re welcome, baby. I’ve gotten plenty of practice over the past two years of being with you.” You joke, nuzzling his nose. “It’s part of my job as your girlfriend.”

He smiles, a breathy laugh coming from him before pulling you down onto his chest. “Will you just lay with me for a bit, beautiful?”

“Of course I will.” You whisper, sighing softly as you settle in on his chest, face buried in the crook of his neck.

The two of you just lay together until his twenty minutes is up, then you clean everything and give the manager the kit back, thanking her for use of the office. 

Flip meets you outside, quickly putting a few bucks on the rental table for the skate rental and new laces, since he sliced them in half, before you walk out to his truck.

“I hope you know that when we get home, I’m ripping that shit off and fucking you on the couch.” He says, casually, as he pulls out of the parking lot.

You smirk over at him, hand running over his denim-clad thigh.

“Bring it on.”

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

I’ve Yet To Taste, You’ve Yet To Indulge (Allow Me to Remedy Both)

Lewis Nixon x Reader

Summary: Before leaving England, you and Lewis enjoy the last few weeks of relative normalcy exploring each other.

Warnings: It’s pure smut, Lewis is a sex fiend with a penchant for pretty words, oral sex (f!receiving), poorly written attempts at intimacy, mentions of arachnophobia (unrelated to sexy times, fear not!)

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The curls of smoke slip through her lips, the faint smell of tobacco coming from the sleek rolled cigarette in her hand. The low light of the room had grown hazy from her indulgence, and Lewis Nixon found himself studying her again.

She was sitting up against the pillows, having grabbed a white t-shirt since he had fallen asleep and had comfortably lounged against the pillows while she read. 

Something about seeing her so relaxed in his bed made his chest feel tight, a sweet pain that hurt the more he thought about it. 

He didn’t understand why he hadn’t seen her as beautiful before, and if he could go back in time and smack himself for his stupidity he would. 

A sex-mussed and heavy eyed Y/F/N was a sight he’d remember for the rest of his life.

When his fingers first touched her ankle she startled abruptly, gasping as she dropped her small book onto her collarbone with a muffled thunk. 

As soon as she discovered what was lazily drawing spirals up her leg, she huffed out a sigh of relief before shooting him a hollow glare.

“I thought it was a spider, you jerk.”

“Mmm, get a lot of spiders crawling around your bed sheets, Y/N?” he groaned quietly as he kissed his way up to her bent knee. 

“I mean... no more than, what? Three, four? Definitely no more than five. Better than before, at least. This is an old barn house I’ve been billeted in, so it’s got its fair share of—”

“Wait…WHAT?!”

Instantly Nixon vaults out of the bed, the top sheet and comforter springing up like a snapping flag in a sharp wind with the sheer force of his escape. 

If this had been a cartoon, he would’ve left a cloud silhouette of himself behind. 

Y/N cannot keep the laugh behind her lips any longer when he starts frantically brushing himself off in a desperate attempt to rid himself of ‘spiders’. At the sound of her burst of laughter, Lewis whips his head up so fast she starts to giggle in earnest. 

Realization dawns on him and she watches his body morph before her eyes. 

He stands straighter, lifting his chin a bit so he appears even taller. 

Lewis’s bemused smirk has a bite of fire in it, and her laughter begins to trail off into hearty chuckles.

“That’s really funny, Y/N.” he all but growls, cocking a brow as he starts to walk back to the bed. 

Unable to hide his amusement any longer, he descends on her with an exaggerated growl, pinning her hands beside her head as he begins pressing kisses all over her face, she snorts a laugh at him.

“Think you’re so funny, don’t ya? I fucking hate spiders, you wicked, evil girl…”

With a self-satisfied sigh she opened her legs wide enough for him to rest between them, looking up at him with a smirk.

“I didn’t think you could move that fast, Nixy.” Her voice was teasing, and in retaliation he pressed a harsh, quick kiss to her lips in order to shut her up. 

“And I didn’t peg you as a ‘smoking in bed after sex’ type, yet here we are.”

Y/N’s  lips quirked into upward in a grin, shaking her head with good-natured amusement.

“Still not too late to change your mind. The door’s right there.”

He knew she was giving him an out. She was always giving him an out.

It broke Lewis’s heart to learn how easily she assumed he’d regretted any moment of what they’d done, when she was easily the most desirable woman he’d ever met.

“Do you want me to go, Ma’am?” he looked down at her, rubbing the soft skin if her wrists with his thumbs. 

Her y/e/c eyes narrowed slightly beneath furrowed brows, searching his face with a look of disbelief and mild surprise.

Gently, she shook her head from side to side, looking slightly bashful. 

“No... I don’t think I want that at all.”

Unable to hide the grin on his mouth, she snorted a laugh.

“Such a dork,” she mumbled before leaning up to press her own quick kiss to his lips. As she began to pull away Lewis pulled her back and kissed her with such thoroughness and sweetness she had to turn away to catch her breath.

Not that he let her go far. Threading his fingers through her hair, he held her mouth possessively against his.

When she whispered his name lifted his head away so he could look smugly down at her.

“Only for you.” he cooed, taking his hands from her hair and draggins his right hand down her chest and intentionally giving her goosebumps. 

“Only for you...” 

With one final loving look, he brings his mouth to hers and makes the decision to show rather than tell.

Y/N gasped attractively against his lips, the muscles in her stomach jumping at the first touch of his fingers across her ribs.

“What’re you—?”

“Shhh…”

He plucked at her lips again, knowing her face was probably drawn in confusion at his sudden sweetness. Her hands take Lewis’s face and pull him back enough to get a good look at him.

She whispers his name like a question, one that suddenly makes her feel small and vulnerable beneath him. 

“I don’t know what you want me to do, please tell me…”

Lew shakes his head vehemently before she finishes speaking, bringing his hands back to hold smooth the wrinkles of confusion out of her brow.

“Sweetheart…. I want to give. I want to taste. I want you to take.”

The breathy whimper that escaped Y/N’s throat killed him. Without wasting another second, he swooped down and kissed her again, preening internally as she tangled their legs together. 

“You don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to,” Y/N muttered as she arched her back compliantly, her breath hitching as he laved at the hollow of her throat. “I don’t want you to feel obligated, OH—!”

Lewis didn’t want to hear anymore of her nervous self doubt, so he scraped his teeth on the palest skin between her breasts to refocus her.

“Won’t you let me enjoy you?” he groaned into her left breast, trickling his fingertips around her nipple and holding her through the sudden lurch that rolled through her. 

When she didn’t answer with anything more than another airy whimper, Lewis decided to continue his earlier pilgrimage down her hyper-sensitized body. 

“You’re the most overwhelmingly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he kissed beneath her right nipple.

“I can’t imagine being without you.” He nibbled down her sternum.

“You get me so hard I can’t breathe.” He muttered as he sucked a pretty mark over your rib.

“Do I make you feel good, sweetest girl? I need to make you feel good, darling.”

“Fuck…!” Y/N whines when he latches on to the soft of her inner thigh with hungry lips, Lewis smiling against her skin at her breathy lapse in composure.  

Her hands find his hair and twist, pulling his head up so she can look down her body at him. 

When she sees the lust-drunk look on his face she curses airily again.

“I, uhh, I haven’t had anyone….well, uh…. down there before…” she pants at him, the information nearly making his eyes roll back in his head as his cock throbbed painfully. 

He looked at her as if she had punched him in the gut, the moan he released at her comment making her heart flutter in arousal. 

Ignoring the hot twinge in her belly, she continues. “I haven’t, uh, prepped the area?”

Lewis snorts a laugh, resting his forehead against her hip and kissing the skin there in some desperate attempt to hold his amusement inside. 

She finds herself chuckling too, despite the seriousness of the previous moments. 

Covering her face in her hands she lays back and giggles, fueling Lewis’s own fit of laughter until both of their stomachs hurt.

Y/N had never known that intimacy could be like this

“Okay, Dr. Y/L/N,” he grinned up at her when they had finally calmed down enough to stop giggling like idiots. “The preparedness of your pussy has been noted for the record.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know what to do here!” she gestures over her lower half vaguely. “None of this was covered in basic training! And if it was, I missed that day in school!”

With a sinful smile he once again crawled up to silence her nervous rambling with a deep kiss. 

She only hesitated for a moment before she kissed him back, slowly sitting up so Lewis didn’t have to over exert himself. 

God she liked the way he felt under her fingertips, the strands of his hair coarse as she raked her fingers through them. And, if his responding groan was anything to go off of, he didn’t seem to mind it either.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” Nix mumbled against her mouth between kisses. “But I need you to shut up and trust me.”

Instantly, she stopped kissing him, pulling away and furrowing her brows. “Elaborate on that, please?” Y/N’s words are barely above a whisper.

He smiles. “ I mean- I wouldn’t do something, touch something, taste something that I didn’t absolutely and whole-heartedly want to. Believe it or not, Y/F/N, I’m not here by accident.” He pressed another quick kiss to her swollen mouth before ducking back down her body and returning to his spot between her legs, placing another set of kisses to the juts of her hip bones. 

“I’m here because I can’t believe someone as stunning, as incredible as you thinks I’m worth a moment of their time. I’m here because- for some insane reason, you want to let me touch you…”

She scoffed down at him, affectionately smoothing his hair away from his face. “Ivy Leaguers” she chided, the easy smile on her face paired with her heavy lidded eyes making his chest tighten. “Did you study waxing poetry at Yale, because damn—“

“Didn’t I say something about you shutting up?”

She catches a glimmer of something darker in his eyes, something that made a flood of heat rush between her legs. 

Carnal, she thought to herself. He looks like he wants to eat me alive.

“Give me something else to do, then.”

When their eyes met, she saw the question in his eyes. 

Are you sure about this? 

She nodded gently, reaching behind her and grabbing a pillow to prop herself up so she could get a better view.

Yes, I want this. I want you to destroy me.

With very little hesitation, Lewis Nixon descended upon her, working her thighs over his shoulders as he began to kiss at her wettest parts. 

It was the strangest, sweetest tickle, the texture of his talented tongue against the smooth slide of her sex. When his eyes flicked up to meet her gaze she openly whimpered, her stomach muscles clenching as she looked down her body at him. 

When he began to suckle on her clit, Y/N nearly shot straight up on the bed.

“Oh!”

As if he were waiting for that very utterance, he consumes her, one of his hands sliding up to the thudding skin between her ribs and pressing down gently, coaxing her back into a lying position. 

Y/N wasn’t sure when she had last blinked, nor was she certain of the last time she properly breathed. 

Drawing a shaking gasp, she felt her body roll unexpectedly at the addition of his fingers. 

Like some sort of dark, sexual maestro, he locates the spot inside of her she had only just begun to explore and presses at her so perfectly that she can barely speak.

The new spike of arousal caught her off guard, a pathetic cry escaping her lips.

“Fuck, oh…god! Lew, I feel like—“

“Are you getting ready to come, good girl?”

His response caught both of them off guard, his tone something that she’d never heard him use before. 

Simultaneously, her sex clenched audibly around his fingers, robbing her of any words as their eyes meet.

Apparently, she didn’t mind the pet name as much as she’d thought.

They watched each other in surprise, their mouths gaping from arousal and she couldn’t stop the moan when she saw him nearly rutting against the mattress.

He’s hard, just from this? How can he enjoy such an act, I’ve done nothing to…. help him get there.

Her confusion must show on her face, because he releases her clit and pulls away again

“We can stop—”

“No!”she shook her head vehemently, rolling her hips in some desperate search for friction. “Please, don’t stop! Please…let me cum. Show me how you make me come. Lewis, you’re so good…. you make me feel so good…”

Y/N watches as he seems to ponder something within himself, and without hesitation she curls down and takes her face in her hands. 

When he refocuses, she smiles desperately at him.

“I like it, Nix. I like it all. I—shit, I want you so badly I think I may genuinely burst into flame. I liked when you called me that. Come back to me.”

He leans into her, groaning at her words.

“God, you’re perfect.”

With renewed vigor he swoops down to feast on her, fueled by her whined praise.

“oh my god Nix please don’t stop I feel it coming again shit do that again fuck that’s good. You’re amazing, making me feel so ahh good. Oh, shit. Fuck fuck fuck Lew I’m going to cum. Don’t stop. I, I just…ohhHH!”

She effectively blacked out, aware of her body writhing and Lewis holding her through it as he worked her through the aftershocks that rolled through her body.

She was floating and falling at the same time, breathless mewls bubbling up from her chest despite her willing them not to.

Distantly, Y/N heard words of praise being kissed into her skin and shivers at the feeling of Nix’s once cruel hands running over her flushed skin with care. 

She keened with desire when he moved up her body and slotted his clothed hips against hers.

“Can you take more, sweet girl?” his lips are soft at her temple, a near-whine in his voice when she instantly bucked against his cotton-covered cock. “Can I give you more?”

She pathetically whines an affirmation, trying to move her phantom limbs to pull him closer.

“I, I can’t move.” She admitted pathetically, unable to muffle the chuckle at the ridiculousness of it. 

He snorts a laugh with her, smiling into the damp skin of her cheek. 

“I’m being serious, Lew. You’re gonna have to move me—“

“Like some sexual rag-doll?”

She fixed him with the meanest glare she could muster. 

“Don’t make me do some passive-aggressive shit when I regain use of my limbs. ‘Cause you know I will.”

He rolled his eyes at her as he sat back to take off the pair of boxers around his hips, groaning aloud when he’s finally as naked as she is. 

When Y/N tries to bring her hands to his cock, he shakes his head lightly and guides them up to his face instead.

“If you so much as touch it, I’m going to embarrass myself—”

She frowned. “But...I want to make you feel good, too…”

As he buries himself inside of her, Lewis makes sure his lips are at her ear so she can hear the catch in his breath as he moaned so deeply she felt it in her chest.

“Oh, honey. If you haven’t figured out how completely wrecked you make me by now, I clearly haven’t been doing my job.”

When he pulled back to look at her, she purposefully clenches around him and wiggles her hips.

He smirks wickedly, and when Y/N looks into his eyes she sees nothing but devotion.

“Now, allow me to redeem myself….”

And, because it’s his work ethic on the line, she knows that she’ll be nothing less than ruined by this man.

Y/N wouldn't have it any other way.

“As you were, Sir”

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IT’S NONSENSE BUT I HOPE IT WAS, in the very least, SEXY NONSENSE!

[knives-out20]

Final Stage - Alexander Lemtov x Male!OC

Fandom: Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga (2020)

Pairing: Eros Xenakis (OC) x Alexander Lemtov

Warnings: Kinda Cliche, I rushed it, Gay, Maybe swearing, Nervous Alexander,

Notes: mmmmmmh idk enjoy

Dedicated To: Caspian

Mita and Alexander stood directly down the hall from Eros’ library, Mita’s arm on Alex’s shoulder like usual. “You deserve to be happy too, Alexander, I’ve told you this before, and I still mean it this time. So what if ‘Mother Russia’ doesn’t think so? You do not need to live there anymore.” She explained.

Alexander pursed his lips, blinking rapidly. “And you are sure I would be happy with Eros?”

“As happy as Rossy would be with you. He would read you all the poetry in the world, Alexander. Any piece you’d like.” Mita answered, looking down the hall. She pouted softly, “such a workaholic, he always has been. You could be just the break he’d need, that little nudge to living life, you know?”

Alexander nodded.

Mita softly shoved him down the hall. “Go, okay? I believe in you, and will be upstairs.”

Alexander nodded again, watching Mita walk off. He turned back around, inhaling and exhaling slowly. “Come on, Alexander, walk. You are no pussy, what are you standing around for?” Alexander muttered, steadily making his way down the hall. “If Eros no feel same, that is his loss. You are the boss of sexy times, if he doesn’t want it, that is on him and his poor tastes.”

Meanwhile, Eros closed a file and put it down on the table. He began pacing about in his library, back and forth in front of the fireplace. Eros’ head perked up when the doors opened. “Mita-?” He called.

Alexander timidly stood there, shaking his head. “No, sadly. Unrelated.”

Eros flashed Alexander a smile. “Alexander, good evening. You look nice in my sweater, very distinguished.”

Alexander looked down at his top. “Dis...Distinguished?”

Eros chuckled. “It means fancy. You look good.” He winked, watching Alexander close the doors. “What can I do for you?” Eros asked, fixing the collar of his button-up.

Alexander approached. “I have some words I would like to say to you. Kind of embarrassing, but Mita said to do it, and I will.” He explained.

Eros softy furrowed his eyebrows, scanning Alexander’s posture. “What is it?” He asked.

Alexander nervously licked his lips. “What I wanted to say to you is...well, uh, what I wish to tell, is that....it’s kind of embarrassing, a little but stupid, but-”

“Hey, hey.” Eros snapped his fingers to earn Alexander’s attention. “Don’t talk down to yourself like that, okay? Whatever you are to say to me, I’m sure it’s far from stupid, or dumb, or whatever bad thing you’re thinking. Okay?”

Alexander gulped, eyes lighting up. “Okay.”

Eros smiled warmly, nodding for Alexander to carry on.

“What I meant to say to you is, uh...” Alexander looked down. “I have crush you.”

Eros tilted his head. “You have...crush, me?”

“Ah, no! On! Crush on you!” Alexander corrected himself, waving his hands. “I have a crush on you, I like you very much! You and your big library, soft clothing, you pretty hair, and weird poetry that sounds nice when you read it. I like you a lot, okay? There.” He blurted out, crossing his arms.

Eros stayed silent, eyes darting around in thought. His mouth was closed, rather to letting it hang open in surprise.

Alexander raised his eyebrows. “Well?”

Eros cleared his throat. “Well...” He started, reaching out and unfolding Alexander’s arms. “I believe the stars have aligned in your order, Lemtov.”

“What you mean? What do the stars have to do with this?”

Eros giggled; Alexander being an airhead was always so cute. “It means, I’ve gathered enough intel on myself to realize my deeply-buried emotions have sprouted from my mental ground and grew into a slightly-ignored attraction, of both the physical and emotional state.” He clarified.

Alexander squinted. “English, Eros!”

Eros laughed. “I like you too, Alexander.” He simplified.

Alexander curiously looked Eros up and down, hesitant to do something. “Really-? Truly?”

“Absolutely so.” Eros put his hands up.

Alexander took a step toward him, growing a smile of delight. “Wonderful! Uh...” He held up a finger. “I am not sure of what to do now. What do we do now? Do I kiss you?”

Eros exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “A little too early for that.” Hs shrugged, pecking Alexander’s cheek. “We can start slow, though. How about tomorrow we start fresh? I show you around the town.”

Alexander nodded eagerly, “yes, yes! Okay!”

Eros arched a brow, smiling still as he watched Alexander’s excitement unfold; just wait until Kalokairi hears about this.