#how are they holding hands based on how I drew it?

[mim16s]

This story is much heavier than what I usually write. I drew on some of my own personal experience, and in a way, writing it down helped me a little. Of course, this story isn’t 100% my own experience — there are many parts that are fictional.

Warnings: angst/comfort, sexual assault, rape, neglect, trauma.

You had only been together for two months, but the truth was the bond between you had existed long before that.

A silent connection that screamed in the way you coexisted. Always together. Working out side by side, sharing quick meals in the mess hall, or just crossing paths in the corridors of the base. If someone was looking for you, they found Simon. If they needed to find Simon, they knew exactly where you’d be. It was like his shadows always knew where your light moved. For the longest time, you both knew what you felt. But neither of you dared say it — or rather, you pretended you didn’t feel it. Simon pretended even harder. Because for him, loving someone was like painting a target on his chest. It meant having something to lose. And he had already lost too much. A brother. Family. Identity. Peace. He had grown used to absence.

But when he realized he was holding onto you not just as a mission partner but as someone he wanted to protect even when there was no danger — the fear became almost suffocating. Because he knew: loving you was the same as throwing his heart onto the battlefield. He’d spent his whole life surviving in silence. Soldier. Warrior. Machine. Used to seeing death, pain, misery. Touch became a weapon; affection, a weakness. Love was a luxury he couldn’t afford. But you… you ruined all that.

The first time he really felt it was when he saw you smiling at a new recruit during lunch. It wasn’t jealousy — it was fear. Fear that you weren’t his, that you’d leave and take with you that piece of color you’d unknowingly brought back to his world. Simon knew he was fucked from that moment on. The night he gave in to that feeling was quiet, like everything that surrounded Simon Riley. You were already in your room, ready to sleep, when you heard three knocks on the door. Three. Always the same. You already knew it was him. You opened it, and there he was — the man everyone called Ghost but for you was just… Simon.

You knew him too well to fall for that cold facade. Tense shoulders, hands trembling at his sides, eyes darting anywhere but yours. He was nervous.

—Si, are you okay?—you asked softly, stepping aside to let him in.— You seem… restless.

—We need to talk,—he said, stepping in.

Your chest tightened. Those words always felt like the start of pain. But what came next shattered every wall you’d built.

—I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel it.��His voice came out low, steady, like each word weighed a ton.—Tired of pretending I can keep having you close without… without touching you, without being yours. I don’t know how much time I have, Y/N. What if I don’t come back tomorrow? I don’t want to die without you knowing how much I love you.

You never forgot that moment. The armor Simon wore fell away in front of you, and there was the real man. And you, heart pounding in your chest, told him you felt the same. And from then on, you were together. But love — even returned — didn’t heal your ghosts. His fear was losing you. Yours was… breaking what you had. Because you were already broken. Wounded. And the closer he got, the more you feared the scars of the past would start to bleed again. And they did.

One night, in his room, the kisses had grown more intense. His hands explored your body with care, patience, desire. Until you froze. He noticed immediately. He stopped kissing you, his eyes searching yours with worry.

—Si… stop.

—What is it, Honey? Did I do something wrong?

—No…—your voice trembled.—I just… need to stop.

Simon pulled back but stayed beside you on the bed. His words came out soft, contained, but there was pain in every syllable.

—It’s happened before. And I try not to push you, but…— he sighed, looking down at the floor.— I need to understand. Is it something about me? Do you… not feel attracted?

Your heart twisted — you were desperate to erase that thought from his mind.

—No! Si, you’re beautiful. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. It’s not about you…

—Then help me understand.— His voice sounded harder now, but not out of anger, it was frustration, helplessness. — Are you a virgin? Is that it?

You swallowed hard, hands trembling in your lap.

— It’s not that either…— you murmured. —Si, please, I just… I’m not ready to talk about it. Not yet. But I just need you to understand me…

Simon went quiet for a moment. Then he nodded, though his eyes couldn’t hide how much it hurt him.

—Okay— he said. — I just want you to know… you can trust me. No matter what it is.

And you did know. But the problem was never trust. The problem was remembering. Every time Simon touched you — with so much love, so much care — your skin remembered the cold, violent hands of the monster from your past. It was like your body screamed, even when your soul begged it to stay. You loved Simon. Loved him in a way you never thought you could love anyone. But you also feared that one day he’d grow tired of touching a woman made of shards. And that hurt more than any memory.

A few weeks later, your walls finally started to crumble. The 141 had gotten leave after a mission, and during a phone call with your mother, you let the truth slip out. She begged you to visit. She sounded so lonely, so eager to see you, it made your chest ache. You missed her, you loved her… but she wasn’t the only one waiting for you in that house. There was him too. Barry. Your stepfather. Just imagining seeing him again made your body lock up, your breath short, your fingers tremble, and a silent nausea take over. You tried to refuse, tried to postpone, but your mother cried, pleaded — and you… you gave in. Like always. Because there was still a part of you that wanted to believe you could see her without reliving everything. But you knew you couldn’t do it alone.

That’s why one night, lying in bed with Simon, your head on his chest while some forgotten movie played on TV, you gathered your courage.

—Si… can I ask you something? — Your voice was small. Almost broken. You felt him shift beside you. He looked at you, calm, with that steady presence that always made you feel safe.

—Of course, honey. What is it?

You fidgeted, uncomfortable with your own anxiety.

—My mom called me. She asked me to visit. She insisted so much that I… couldn’t say no. But… I don’t want to go alone. Will you come with me?

Simon went silent for a moment. He seemed to process it. The request wasn’t unusual — but the way you asked, the tone of your voice… everything was wrong. He knew it.

—Yes. I’ll go with you— he said plainly, no hesitation.

You hesitated.

—I want to ask you for one more thing,— you said, heart racing. Simon just nodded.

—Please… don’t leave me alone with my stepfather.

The moment the words left your mouth, the air in the room changed. Simon didn’t react immediately. But you felt it. His body tensed. The silence that followed was thick, almost tangible.

—Alright,— he said calmly, but his voice was low, loaded with something he was trying to hide. — But why? What’s wrong with your stepfather?— He held your hand — a small gesture, but it kept you grounded.

— You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,— he said, voice softer, controlled. —But… I’m here. I always will be.

You froze. The fear was still there. But part of you knew he needed to know. That he deserved to know. So you pulled back slowly, sat up on the bed, facing him. Simon said nothing. He just sat up too — attentive. No rush. No pressure. You couldn’t look him in the eye. But you began to speak.

— My dad died when I was a kid. I was eight when my mom met Barry. He’s a cop, younger than her. She fell for him so fast… and he didn’t mind that she had a daughter. At first, he was good to me. So good. He’d buy me dolls, take me places. I… I thought he was amazing.

You paused, voice trembling.

—But it didn’t last.— You pressed your hands to your legs, trying to steady your breath. — One morning, I was asleep… and he came to wake me for school. But… he didn’t wake me up. I woke up with his hands on my leg. Stroking me.

Your throat closed up. Simon stayed silent, but his eyes followed you like blades — listening like he’d never listened to anyone before. Heart heavy. Chest tight. Jaw clenched.

— When he saw I was awake, he pulled his hand away. Pretended he was just calling me. I tried to believe I’d imagined it — that it was all in my head. But it wasn’t. I knew.

The knot in your throat became unbearable. The tears came, heavy.

— When I turned ten, my mom was working. He called me… said he wanted to teach me a new game. That was the first time he… that he raped me. But it wasn’t the last.

Your whole body shook. But you had to keep going. Had to set it free.

— My mom… she started noticing how I avoided him. She saw it. But never understood. I remember so clearly… We were in the kitchen. She was cooking dinner. I was helping. He came in, kissed her… and tried to kiss my forehead. I pushed him. Screamed for him not to touch me.

Your mother’s voice still echoed in your mind.

"‘Y/N, what’s that attitude? He’s just being affectionate. Apologize!’"

You remembered your response — the desperate scream.

"‘Never!’"

— She sent me to your room. Told me to think about your actions… and kept comforting him. Saying I was acting strange. That he was so good to me… He always said she’d never believe me. That she was too blind for him. And he was right.

You swallowed those last words like blood.

—I never told. Never. I stayed silent. I endured it alone. I joined the army because it was the fastest way to leave that house. It was the only way to never see him again.

The final words came out like a final confession. You cried — truly cried. Not just tears, but sobs, a weight, old pain pouring out of your throat. And then Simon pulled you in. Wrapped you up in his arms, strong, deliberate. You clung to him like he was your only anchor. Your body felt so small, fragile, stripped of all the strength you usually showed. But to Simon, in that moment, you were stronger than any soldier he’d ever gone to battle with.

—You didn’t deserve that,— he said, voice low, deep, but cracked. — You endured all that alone. You’re stronger than you know.

You buried yourself deeper against his chest. And Simon stayed there. Solid. Silent. His fingers moved gently through your hair, a contained touch, but one heavy with meaning.

—Now I understand… why you feel the way you do with intimacy— he murmured. You nodded, your head pressed to his chest. Then he said:

—That man will never touch you again. Never.

And you believed him. Because Simon didn’t make promises. He carried out sentences.

The day you feared most came faster than you wanted. In the blink of an eye, you were on a plane heading back to your home country — Simon by your side, his hand covering yours like he could hold back the panic boiling inside you. His touch helped. It always helped. But the knot in your chest didn’t loosen for a second.

When you finally stopped in front of that familiar old door, stepping out of the car Simon insisted on renting — for control, for security, for you — your legs nearly gave out. You squeezed his hand tight, like you’d lose yourself right there on the sidewalk. Simon looked at you with that unshakeable steadiness — a stone wall, but with eyes that, for you, had always been home.

—It’s alright, darling,— his voice was deep but calm, like he was anchoring your fear. —It’s just two days. And I won’t let you be alone with him. Not for a second.— You could only nod, breath ragged.

—Thank you, Si… you didn’t have to come with me, but still…— Your voice broke. He didn’t even let you finish.

— Of course I did.— His answer came instantly, solid as iron. —You’re my girlfriend. It’s my duty to be by your side. To support you. To protect you if I have to.

That squeezed your heart in a way nothing else could. You just nodded, too choked up to say anything more. You squeezed his hand like you could hide in it. Then you took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. The sound cut through your spine like a blade. Just seconds later, the door opened — it was like he’d been waiting for you. And there he was. The monster from every nightmare. Barry.

The eager smile that spread across his face died the second his eyes shifted from you to the man at your side. Simon looked even bigger up close — broad shoulders, the posture of someone who never bows his head. And even silent, the weight of death hung around him like a shroud.

— Who’s this?— Barry growled, voice already dripping with irritation as he searched your face like he still had that right. But Simon was faster. He was always faster.

— Simon Riley. Y/N’s boyfriend.— His answer came out low, controlled, but every word was like a loaded bullet.

Barry’s eyes darted to your joined hands — the vein in his neck pulsed. You felt Simon squeeze your hand gently — a silent reminder that you weren’t alone there.

— Boyfriend? — Barry spat the word like poison. But before he could say anything else, your mother appeared behind him, her face lighting up with joy — a joy that nearly broke you inside.

—Y/N, sweetheart, you’re here! — She threw herself at you, oblivious to the tension in the air. You hugged her back, trying to hold back the shiver running down your spine.

—And this must be your boyfriend!— She smiled at Simon, who offered his hand to shake — but she pulled him into a hug too, like she wanted to tear down the wall he was.

—Come in, come in! Let’s not stand in the doorway!— she said brightly, not noticing the poison dripping from Barry’s eyes just behind her.

Inside the living room, sitting on the couch, you could still feel the weight of his stare burning into your back. You shifted, uneasy, trying to breathe. Simon noticed — he noticed everything — and slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. His touch was a fortress reminding you that no one would ever lay a finger on you again without permission. Your mother, blissfully unaware, kept talking:

— Finally Y/N found herself a boyfriend! She’s so beautiful, the guys around here were always after her, but she never wanted anything with anyone… And now she shows up with such a handsome man, it was worth the wait!

Simon gave a small smile. It wasn’t the kind of smile he gave to just anyone — it was the smile only you knew.

— Yeah… I hit the jackpot with her. — he said, his eyes locked on yours, his tone so soft it almost made your chest ache.

— Did you know she was bringing a boyfriend? — Barry asked, irritated, his voice sharp.

— Of course I knew! She told me when she called to confirm the visit. — Your mother shrugged, not catching his tone. — Why?

Barry rolled his eyes, grinding his teeth. Simon raised an eyebrow — slowly — as if he were recording every reaction in his memory. You could feel his anger growing, but Simon held it all in, like a trained animal that knows the right time to strike.

— I made your favorite cake, baby! — your mother said, smiling. You smiled back, but your stomach twisted.

— Oh, really? I want a slice. I’ll go get it. — You tried to sound normal.

— Alright, bring it so we can eat together! — your mother replied cheerfully. But Barry stepped forward, already on his feet, his eyes dripping venom.

— I’ll help you bring it. — he said, smirking. It wasn’t help — it was a trap. You froze. But before you could even process it, Simon was already on his feet next to you — so close he felt like your shadow.

— No need. I’ll help her. — His voice came out so cold it seemed to freeze the air.

— You’re a guest. Stay there. — Barry insisted, trying to push it.

You felt your fear swallowed by a strength you didn’t know you had.

— He’s coming with me. — you said firmly. And in that second, you saw Barry’s eyes darken with hate.

He sat back down, pissed off. Your mother tried to ease the tension:

— Oh, honey, let it be, she just wants to spend a little time with her boyfriend…

You heard that like a punch but ignored it. In the kitchen, your hands trembled as you braced yourself on the counter, trying to remember how to breathe. Simon came up behind you, his presence wrapping around you like a heavy blanket.

— Are you okay, sweetheart? — He asked softly. — If you want, we’ll leave right now. I won’t make you stay.

You shook your head, swallowing hard.

— No… my mom’s so happy to see me… I can’t do that to her. — Your voice was small but honest.

Simon held your face, forcing you to look at him. That look — the one no one else ever saw — was pure tenderness, but also steel.

— And you? — He murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek. — Are you okay with this? Don’t destroy yourself for her. Not again.

You took a deep breath, trying to believe your own lie.

— I can handle it. It’s just two days, Si… I can handle it.

He didn’t say anything — just pulled you into him, his chest a warm wall, his scent a silent promise. His lips touched the top of your head, and when he spoke, his voice was so low it almost scared you:

— Two days. And if that son of a bitch opens his mouth again… — He didn’t finish. He didn’t have to. You knew exactly what he meant.

The rest of the day dragged on under suffocating tension. Barry tried — God, how he tried. Every joke, every look, every attempt to corner you was cut off by Simon, who moved like an armed shadow, always between the two of you. You saw his jaw clench, his eyes narrow. And you knew: if Barry crossed the line — even for a second — Simon Riley wouldn’t hesitate.

And deep down, that scared you. But it was also the only thing that made you feel safe.

You were in your room, Simon was taking a shower, when the door suddenly opened — and the moment you saw his face, you froze. Shock took over your whole body. God, on the battlefield you were ruthless — you could kill men twice your size, fight off dozens and still come out victorious. But in front of him, you were paralyzed. Only trauma could do that to you.

The words finally came out of your mouth, trembling and broken:

— Get… get out of my room.

But he didn’t listen. He stepped closer to you, as if he had any right to invade your space while you stood frozen in the middle of the room.

— I just want to talk.

— There’s nothing to talk about. Get out. — Your voice, though shaky, tried to be firm. He didn’t listen. He never did. He never would. His question came out with a sickening coldness:

— I just want to ask you one thing — he pushed, getting closer, so close you instinctively backed away — You didn’t tell your boyfriend anything, did you?

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your eyes darted to the door, silently begging Simon to come in.

— Don’t ruin my life over some stupid thing from the past.

Ruin his life? The irony of hearing that from the very man who ruined yours made your blood boil. The man who made you feel worthless.

— Please, leave… — You asked again, vision blurry, bile rising in your throat.

But he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. He never let you have peace — not then, not now.

— We can keep this just between us, come on, you’re gonna tell me you didn’t enjoy it, not even a little bit? — The bile rose higher. You felt like throwing up. — Come on, sweetheart, I know it wasn’t that bad…

“Sweetheart.” A word you loved when it came from Simon’s lips — now it made your skin crawl coming from this monster. You stepped back, but before he could reach out and touch you, a huge shadow crossed the room — a blur so fast you barely registered it before he hit the floor with a heavy thud. You stood frozen, watching Simon pummel him, punch after punch, the sound of knuckles on skin echoing like thunder in your chest. And for the first time in so long, you felt relief — Simon was keeping his promise. He was protecting you.

The sound of fists hitting flesh brought your mother running to the door.

— My God! Stop! Y/N, help me, for God’s sake! — she screamed, but you didn’t answer. You couldn’t. You just stared as your body finally reacted — not with screams, but with tears, pouring down your face like a waterfall. Simon only stopped hitting Barry when he heard a single sob break from your chest. He looked at you — and in that instant, he was no longer a merciless soldier, but the man who’d stand between you and the world. He wrapped you in his arms so carefully, so gently, while you clung to him, fists twisting into his shirt as your mother rushed to help the monster in your nightmares.

— What the hell is wrong with you?! — she shouted at Simon while helping Barry sit up. You saw his face, covered in blood — you knew Simon would have killed him if he hadn’t stopped.

— M-mom — you croaked, your voice breaking.

— I want your boyfriend out of my house now!

— I was protecting her — Simon said firmly, still holding you.

— Protecting her from what?! — your mother demanded, like you’d said something insane.

— From him — you answered, your voice so hoarse and small it barely sounded like you. She looked at you like you’d just lied about the sun in the sky.

— That’s ridiculous. Barry loves you! Your boyfriend is the crazy one.

— He doesn’t love me! He’s a monster — you shouted, the wall you’d kept up for years finally shattering.

— He is NOT a monster! Barry is the best man in the world! — your mother yelled back.

— The best man in the world wouldn’t have abused a child! — The words burst out of you like a wound finally torn open. No more secrets. No more silence. Everyone in the room went still. Your mother stared at you, horrified, while Barry tried to stammer out a pathetic denial.

— Don’t believe her, love, you know me — Barry pleaded, looking up at your mother, desperate.

— Y/N, that’s a very serious accusation. You don’t know what you’re saying, you’re just upset — your mother said, but you shook your head, violently.

— No… no, I know exactly what I’m saying.

— If you’re saying this just because you don’t like him, you’re making a huge mistake — she insisted.

— Mom, I spent my whole teenage years with bruises. How did you never see them? — you sobbed. — I avoided him like the plague. He grabbed me, Mom!

— No, no… — she repeated, in denial, tears rolling down her own cheeks now.

— Don’t believe her, she’s lying, I was like a father to her — Barry tried again.

— Shut the fuck up, or it won’t be just your face that’s broken — Simon finally snarled, jaw clenched, body radiating protective rage — Admit it, before I came in, you were trying to manipulate her, touch her again — his voice was low, but every word was a threat carved in stone.

— For so long, I couldn’t even be in the same room as another man — you cried, legs trembling. — You broke me. You ruined my life! Even my relationship with Simon was affected by the trauma. I hope you believe me, Mom… but even if you don’t, I’m done carrying this alone. — You turned to Simon, your voice just a whisper — Let’s go.

— Of course, sweetheart, let’s go — Simon said, grabbing your bags. Anything that didn’t fit could stay behind — he’d buy you new things if needed. He just needed to get you out of that house.

You stayed clinging to him as you walked out — Simon was your lifeline. You weren’t sure you could’ve done this without him, even in silence.

— Y/N! — you heard your mother call from the top of the stairs. — Are you sure about what you’re saying?

— I am, Mom. — You didn’t look back. You didn’t need to.

You left the house where you’d lived your worst nightmares — what you’d faced in the army didn’t compare to a fraction of what you’d endured in the home that should have been your safe place. And as you stepped out, your chest felt lighter, your mind clearer, even with the storm raging inside you. Speaking your truth didn’t fix everything — but it lifted a weight you’d carried alone for too long. Your legs gave out, and you would’ve collapsed if it hadn’t been for Simon’s strong arms.

— It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you — he whispered, lifting you in his arms like something precious — not fragile, not broken — precious. He set you down in the car, buckled your seatbelt, then paused, looking you straight in the eyes with a raw, unwavering honesty.

— I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. God, I can’t imagine how you held on for so long — but that just proves how strong you really are.

And just like that — so simple, so true, coming from someone who knew battle and pain, someone who’d fought for you — Simon gave you what had been stolen from you for so long: the certainty that you weren’t alone anymore.

You didn’t expect a call from your mother. You didn’t expect anything from someone who hadn’t protected you when they could have. Her silence hurt — but it didn’t hurt as much as it once did. Because for the first time in years, you weren’t carrying it alone.

Simon hadn’t asked permission to love you, hadn’t asked permission to rescue you — and he sure as hell wouldn’t ask permission to stay by your side while your wounds slowly learned how to heal

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Anonymous (Soap / Reader)

CW: transmasculine reader, grindr, vaginal sex, t dick sucking, vaginal fingering, anal sex, mild intoxication (alcohol and poppers), unprotected sex

Transmasculine Reader, he/him used, feminine and masculine terms used to describe genitalia

WC: 4.8k

Read on AO3

JM. The first thing I noticed about him was his abs. Well defined and covered in dark hair, they seemed nearly magnetic. In a sea of faceless pictures, the glimpse I caught of his sharp canines drew my attention. He had the type of smile that smelled of self-assurance, maybe arrogance, but it was too early to tell. 

Biting down on my lip, I tapped on his profile. “Gym rat,” as if it wasn’t apparent from the toned quads peeking out of his shorts. “Looking for something casual”

I typed out a simple message, “hey, how’s your night going?” Squeezing my eyes tight as I hit the send button. 

I drew a sharp breath through my teeth, feeling my phone buzz in my hand. I narrowed my eyes, skimming across the text. 

JM: better now

JM: top or bottom

My pulse pounded in my ears as I read over the text again, turning back to read it once more. Heat bloomed between my legs as my stomach fluttered. Swallowing back my rising anxieties, I brought my thumbs back to the screen. 

“Bottom leaning Vers.”

I tapped on his icon, raking my eyes over his bare body. My gaze trailed down to the hem of his shorts, hanging off his hipbones, barely hiding the thick patch of dark hair peeking out from under them. 

JM: IMG_0738.JPG

My lips parted in silent awe as I caught a glimpse of the image. His thick fingers wrapped around the base of his stiff cock. The veins in his hands seemed to pop in the dim light. He was already leaking, a string of glistening pre-cum running down the side of his length. 

His cockhead was flushed, a deep rosy tint settling over his bronzed skin. Three flashing dots drew my attention, idly bouncing as he typed his next message. I squeezed my thighs together, the fabric of my boxers dampening as I stared at his length. 

JM: think you can take it?

Biting down on my lip, I typed out a quick response. My thumbs glided over my keyboard before pressing the arrow icon at the corner of the screen. 

“I’ll make it fit.”

My hand slid down my stomach, fingers slipping beneath the band of my underwear. My eyes flicked back to the picture, fingers pushing inside my entrance as I tried to imagine what he'd feel like. Tried to imagine the burning stretch of his cock. Tried to imagine what his voice would sound like. 

Was he the quiet type or the type to speak soft praises beside my ear? Would he even bother to buy me a drink first or get right to it? Is his touch soft and calculated, or feverish and hungry? 

JM: Fucking hot

JM: Send something

My hand stilled as a new feeling rose in my chest. Not the heated, fluttery feeling in my stomach, but a tense, squeezing pressure in my chest. It clawed its way up to my throat, wrapping around my trachea, knocking the wind from my lungs. 

Three more dots jumping, taunting me. I pursed my lips, trying to ignore the way my bottom lip quivered. 

JM: ?

Drawing a sharp breath through my nose, my thumbs frantically glided across the screen. Red lines illuminated my words, barely coherent as i fumbled with my phone. 

“I’m trans”

My phone went black, a soft click playing over the speakers as I hit the power button. I let my head fall back against the pillows. Pushing my breath through my gritted teeth, I rested my phone in the divot of my sternum. Pain swelled in my throat, clawing its way up my face as hot tears welled in my eyes. The mattress shifted as I turned onto my side, holding the screen tight against my chest. 

A soft buzzing drew my attention. I didn't dare move, didn’t dare to break from the comfort of ignorance. If I didn't look, it meant that pretty mouth of his wouldn't get the chance to turn sour. If I didn’t look, I could pretend he was still into me, pretend I hadn’t ruined the chance of us getting together. 

Another buzz nudging at my sternum. My chest deflated, letting go of the breath I didn't know I was holding. My teeth creaked as I clenched my jaw, threatening to break under the pressure. I held my phone out, squinting at the words across my screen. 

Grindr: 2 Notifications

JM: I’ve never fucked a cunt before

JM: show me

Heat rushed to my face, crawling beneath my skin like a nagging itch. Biting down on my lip, I pressed the small plus button beside the text box. My eyes scanned through my gallery, scrolling through a barrage of photos and screenshots before settling on one. My thumb stilled, pressing hesitantly on the image of my bare body in dim lighting, posed and edited to perfection, the curls above my cunt trimmed into a neat line. 

JM: you free tomorrow?

JM: meet me at the pub on Scott and Canal

JM: lets see if it can fit

-

I felt my pulse racing in my ears as I stepped inside the pub. My fingers clenched around the sleeve of my leather jacket. My gaze scanned across the room, settling on a sea of scowling faces and flushed cheeks. The stale smell of beer batter and salt wafted through the wood-paneled walls. 

My eyes settled on a figure tucked away in a corner booth. His toned arms crossed over his chest. A single glass of whiskey sat on the tabletop. I felt the burn of anxiety stinging my cheeks as he raised his gaze, cobalt eyes settling on me. Shrugging off my jacket, I stepped forward, stalking toward the table. 

“You look familiar,” he said with that same crooked smile in his profile. His eyes dropped to my waist, settling on my ass as I moved to sit beside him. He brought the glass of whiskey to his lips, staring at me over the rim as he took a sip. 

“You want anythin’? I’ll pay.” The glass clinked against the tabletop, the amber liquid sloshing as he set the drink down. His hand tensed around the glass, his veins protruding from under his bronzed skin. 

“I’ll have what you’re having,” I hummed, resting my elbow on the tabletop. “You look like the type to have good taste.”

“You do too,” he draped his palm over my thigh, fingers kneading my flesh. His bottom lip slipped between his teeth, turning pale as he bit down. Resting my hand on his, I nudged his palm closer to my core, closer to the pool of heat spreading through my boxers. 

I glanced around the room once more, scanning across the scattered groups and lonesome drinkers tucked into their own thoughts. Incoherent conversation melded with the music, steel guitar, and laughter drawing my attention, only to be broken by the dull throbbing in my core. I couldn’t help the heat seeping from me as I imagined how his fingers would feel. Tucked away in the corner, hidden under the table, surely nobody would be the wiser. 

“Want to find out?” 

A spark of lust ignited behind his eyes, pupils dilating, swallowing up those cerulean irises. A deep, dusty blush settled on his cheeks, spreading down his neck, engulfing his toned body in heat. I could feel his arousal, the heat in his skin nearly scalding, even through his shirt. 

His fingers tugged at the button of my jeans, diving beneath the denim. I pursed my lips, a muffled noise falling from my chest as his fingertips trailed down my core. 

Silver strands of arousal clung to his fingers, glistening in the yellow light as he brought the digits to his lips. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he laved his tongue over his fingers, licking up every bit of me on his skin. Pulling away with a soft pop, he brought his hand back to my thigh. His grip was nearly possessive, hand resting heavy, staking its claim on my body. 

“I should just bend y’over the sink and fuck you right here, shouldn’t i?” He leaned in close, hot breath fanning over my face. I could smell the faint trace of menthol on his breath. Inching closer, I ghosted my lips against his, barely just enough to feel his chapped skin. He pushed closer, only for me to pull away, leaving behind a hint of desperation in his half-lidded eyes. 

“Yeah? Meet me in the bathroom in five,” I hummed, rising from my seat. My hand slid down my stomach, tucking the button of my jeans back into place. 

“What abou’ the whiskey?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.  

Humming, I reached out, taking his glass in my hand. Warmth spread over my tongue as I tipped the drink back. The bitter taste of oak wood sank into my senses. Heat rushed to my head, melting away every last bit of nerves. I glanced down at him through my lashes, setting the glass down on the table. I spun on my heel, draping my jacket over my arm. 

“What about it?”

The soles of my boots clicked against the concrete. Eyes burning through me as I started toward the bathroom. Pursing my lips, I swallowed down the rising anxieties fluttering in my stomach. Swallowed down the worry that everyone somehow knew, and if they didn’t know now, surely they would soon. 

My eyes raked over the bathroom stalls, settling on my reflection in the cracked mirror. A deep rose tinted my cheeks, the desperation practically visible in my eyes. Grunting, I draped my jacket over a stall door, trying to ignore the pang of need growing in my core. 

Maybe it was the way my soles stuck to the floor, sticky with a decade’s worth of debris. Maybe it was the cheap whiskey getting to me, or the allure of giving my body to a stranger. Need coursed through my veins, seeping through my skin, and running down my sides. 

My palm grazed over my jeans, stilling as I cupped my cunt through the denim. Groaning, I rolled my hips forward, rutting against my hand. My brows furrowed, sweat beading down my contorted face. My eyelids fluttered closed, squeezing tight as I tried to pass the time. Five minutes. Just five minutes. 

The hinges squealed, drawing my attention. A soft click echoed through the bathroom as he shifted the lock into place. 

“Couldnae wait that long,” he grunted.

His hands settled on my hips, turning me in his hold. I leaned back on my elbows, pressed flush against the sink, watching as he undid my jeans. 

“Need you now,” he mumbled, sinking to my knees before me. He stared up at me through his thick lashes, shoving my jeans down my thighs. A soft noise fell from my chest as the air chilled my heated skin. Thin ropes of arousal ran down my thighs, glistening in the fluorescent light. 

The denim pooled around my ankles. Furrowing my brows, i nudged my hips forward, inching closer to his parted lips. He bit down on his bottom lip, palm gliding over his cock, stroking himself through his jeans. 

“Got a little cock on you, don' you?”

“Yeah?” I slipped my fingers through his curls, twirling my fingers around his brown locks, tugging him toward my cunt. “Suck it for me.” 

He groaned, parting his lips for me. His nose met the short curls just above my cunt, tongue sliding up the underside of my clit. Leaning in, he wrapped his plush lips around my length, sucking gently. My eyelids fluttered closed, a soft noise falling from my parted lips. I jutted my hips forward, pushing myself deeper into his mouth. 

Soft clattering drew my attention, pulling my eyes open. A flash of silver pulled my gaze toward his belt buckle. Tossing the leather aside, he hastily undid his jeans before sliding his hand beneath the thick denim. Tendons flexed in his hand, muscles moving beneath his bronzed skin as he stroked himself beneath the fabric. 

“Fuck- that’s it.” My fingers clenched around his curls, holding him tight against my hips. “Suckin’ me off like a proper slag”

He hummed, igniting burning embers of arousal between my hips. His thick fingers delved into my core, pushing past my entrance, pulling low, droning noises from my chest. My head met the cracked mirror, thudding against the glass. My eyelids fluttered closed as I sank into the feeling of his fingers curling inside of me, prodding my nerve endings as if he knew how to read every whine and shudder like a second language. 

Releasing my hold on his curls, I gripped the stained porcelain at my hip, holding myself steady as he pumped his digits inside of me. His callouses dragged against my insides, spurring on the fluttering glimmers of lust beneath my skin. Sweat oozed from my pores, running down my sternum as his lips dragged me closer to my peak. My thighs quivered, tensing around his wrist. 

“You gonnae cum?” He pulled away with a soft pop, laving his tongue over my clit. “Can feel you twitching”

“Please- so close-” I gasped, seizing my lip between my teeth. He took me back into his mouth, cheeks hollowing out as he sucked harshly.

Pain sparked behind my eyelids as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, tugging at my optic nerves. My toes curled in my shoes, prodding at the worn-out soles. My muscles tensed, pulling taut underneath my skin. Every twitch of his tongue pulling at my limbs like a marionette. 

His lips curled into a crooked smile, nearly devious as he kept me wrapped around his finger, dangling off every movement. His fingers idly pumped me through my orgasm, savoring the lewd squelch emanating from my cunt. 

He teetered me on the edge of stimulation, only relenting when a soft whine left my lips. Pulling away, his gaze raked over my puffy clit, and the red blossoming marks left behind by his beard. Drops of my own arousal glinted in the yellow light, clinging to the short hairs on his chin. His fingers gripped my jaw, pulling me closer. 

Moving against my own at a feverish pace, his lips tasted of salt and musk. The flavor sank into his taste buds, leaving behind a trail with every flick of his tongue against mine. 

Moaning against my lips, he pulled away. His eyes seemed to darken under the incandescent lights. He sank to his knees once more, the tenderness from before now absent. He pulled at my laces, slipping my shoe off before making haste of the denim around my ankle. 

Grunting, he hooked his hand beneath my knee, draping my leg over his hip. His thumb disappeared beneath the hem of his jeans, nudging the fabric down just enough to free his aching cock. The head of his cock prodded at my entrance, pushing just enough to slip inside of me. The stretch of his length brought hot tears to my eyes. Pushing a shaky breath through my clenched teeth, I draped my arms over his shoulders. 

His biceps flexed, tendons tensing as he slipped his other hand beneath my ass. I crossed my ankles behind his back, a soft moan falling from my lips as he slipped further inside. 

“Shit, you feel good,” he groaned, nudging his face into the crook of my neck. He rocked his hips into me; shallow thrusts, slowly sinking deeper inside of my heat. My brows furrowed, eyes squeezing tight as he carved out a space for him to sit inside of me, molding my insides to his liking. 

“Fuck- you’re big,” I whined, my nails sinking into his nape. 

“I’ll make it fit, even if I have to hold you down and edge you all night.”

“Please-” I choked out, clenching around his cock, “need it so bad”

“Poor cunt just needs to be filled, huh?” 

Wordlessly, I nodded, gasping as he rutted his hips forward. Pleasure melded with the burning stretch of his cock, tugging at my jaw, my lips parting. His fingers dug into my ass, gripping tight as he pushed another inch inside of me. 

“Suckin’ me in,” he hummed, grazing his lips along my neck. “Greedy fuckin’ hole” 

His cockhead nudged against my cervix. A deep sigh fell from his chest as he bottomed out. My head spun, thoughts fading, soon replaced by the feeling of his cock stretching my insides out. He felt heavy inside of me, pushing the air from my lungs, twitching inside me before pulling out. Cursing under his breath, he thrusted back into me, starting a slow, steady rhythm. 

His brows furrowed, hot breath fanning over my skin as he took his time savoring every inch of my insides. Low groans escaped his lips, every soft praise sending heat straight to my cunt. Grunting, he angled his hips, fucking even deeper inside of me. With every thrust, he nudged against my cervix, the bite of pain only spurring me on.

“Feels s’good,” I slurred, drool seeping from the corner of my lips. 

“Yeah? Y’like it?” His thrusts grew quicker, hips snapping against my ass, echoing off the corners of the room. My body jolted, leather jacket squeaking against the mirror as he pinned my chest against the wall. A choked-out sob was my only response. 

“Nothin’ to say? Not even a ‘oh Johnny, I love your cock!’ Pathetic…” he shook his head.

“Johnny-” I repeated.

“Thas’ it. Tell ‘em who’s fuckin’ you.” He gritted his teeth before hastily meeting my lips with his. His tongue prodded at my bottom lip, urging me to open. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slotted against my own. 

His kiss was messy, desperately clinging onto me, claiming every part of me he could reach. Pain bloomed in my lip as his teeth seized my skin. My fingers tensed around his hair, holding tight as he soothed his tongue over the marks indenting my bottom lip. 

“Fuck i’m close-” he grunted, pulling back to take in the contorted expression on my face. I stared at his cerulean eyes with my hazy, glazed-over ones. I traced over the teeth marks that adorned my inner lip before parting them to speak. 

“Cum inside me, Johnny.”

A deep, animalistic growl settled in his chest. His hips moved faster, spurred on by the profanities leaving my tongue. Heat pooled beneath my skin, growing hotter and hotter as every thrust pushed me closer to the edge. Short, panting breaths left my parted lips. The hypoxia settled between my ears, stirring my thoughts until they were nothing but fog. 

“I'll give you it,” he said through gritted teeth, “give you all of it.”

“Fill me up-”

My words were abruptly cut off by his lips, tongue licking into my mouth as a string of deep groans left his throat. Every thrust was punctuated by a moan, following a frantic rhythm as he edged closer and closer to his orgasm. I could nearly taste the desperation on his tongue as it swirled around my own. 

“Oh, fuck-” he grunted against my open mouth. “Take it- fucking take it!”

His hips thrusted against me with a bruising force, burying his cock to the hilt inside of me. Drool spilled from the corners of my lips, broken sobs falling from my tongue as I came around his cock, milking his orgasm out of him. 

My thighs tensed around his hips, holding him flush against me as thick ropes of cum spilled from his cock. Tensing around his ochre locks, my knuckles turned pale. Static washed over my body, settling into my aching muscles, sure to still be there in the morning, a subtle reminder of sorts. His cum slid down my thighs, dripping onto the stained tile beneath his boots. His heaving breaths soon evened, soft whines fading as he slowly came down from his orgasm. 

Humming softly, he nestled his face into the crook of my neck, stilling inside me. His heart pounded against his chest, hard enough to feel it racing against my own. I let my eyelids flutter closed, a sigh escaping through my flared nostrils as his cock slid out of me. As if hearing for the first time in years, the booming bass and incoherent laughs came back into focus, pushed away in favor of him, Johnny, the man holding me flush against the wall. 

I sank into his hold, tense muscles softening in the aftermath of my orgasm. He pressed soft kisses along my neck with a sort of familiarity. His hands kneaded my thighs, easing me onto my feet with a fluidity only gained in comfort. One of his hands settled on my waist, holding me steady as my knees quivered. 

“You feelin’ okay?�� He asked, fingers brushing away dampened strands of hair from my face. 

“Yeah, I think so-” I took a step forward, my breath hitching in my throat as my knee buckled beneath me. Gripping the rim of the sink, I pulled my hips flush against the cool porcelain, shifting in my boots as pinpricks spread across my skin. Each shift, each twinge of my muscle felt like tugging my limbs through thick, slow-moving honey. Sighing, I let my chest drop against the porcelain. 

“Take it easy, lad. Had you folded up good, didn’t I?” He laughed lowly, resting his hand on my ass. His thumb prodded at my skin, spreading me wide enough for his blue eyes to settle on the mess he’d left behind. Two of his fingers skated across my cunt, gathering his spend before spreading it over the length of his cock. 

“Pretty fuckin’ picture isn’t it…” he hummed, pumping his cock in his hand. I glanced over my shoulder, biting down on my lip as I watched him get off to the mess between my legs. 

“Johnny, want you to fuck my ass,” i wiggled my hips, taunting him, watching as his composure shattered. An unfiltered moan laced with lust fell from his tongue. 

“Fuck- okay, okay-” he sputtered, shoving his hand into his jacket pocket. His fingertips tensed around a small bottle, twisting the cap off in a hurry. He stepped forward, cradling my jaw in one hand, nudging the vial close to my nose with the other. His thumb pushed down on one nostril, holding me still as I took in a deep breath, cooing soft praises beside my ear, waiting as I inhaled once more. 

“Good boy, thas’ it.”

My head spun, limbs tingling as the drug sank into my bloodstream. Whining, i leaned forward, slipping from his grasp. My cheek met the cool porcelain, nearly freezing against my heated skin. Sweat seeped from my pores, running down my temples. I watched in the cracked mirror as he brought the vial to his nose, shuddering as he took in a breath. My eyes traced over the bottle, reading over the label again and again. 

Amyl.

“Just somethin’ to relax, get that tight little hole of yours open.” He slipped the vial back into his pocket, cerulean gaze lowering to my hips. 

“Johnny-” I whined. 

A soft click drew my attention, tugging my gaze toward his hips. His thumb pressed down on the cap of a small bottle, bringing it closer to my hips. My jaw clenched, nose scrunching as a bite of cold spread over my skin, running down my core. 

He dragged his fingertips through the mess of lube before circling my hole. My fingers clenched tightly around the porcelain, a shallow sigh escaping my lungs as he pushed past my entrance. A low groan vibrated in his chest, his eyes darkening, pupils swallowing up every bit of cobalt in his irises. His cock twitched, arousal leaking from his flushed head. 

“Tha’ feel good?” He gripped the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself, gaze fixated on his digits. 

“Just fuck me- fuck me, please” i shuddered, my lip quivering. 

Biting down on his plush lower lip, he stepped forward, nudging his cockhead against my hole. His hand settled on my shoulder, fingers tensing as he held me still. 

My brows furrowed, eyelids squeezing closed as he slowly pushed inside of me. My knees buckled, threatening to collapse underneath my weight. Pleasure swelled in my stomach, boiling hot underneath my skin, spreading through every nerve ending in my body. Hot tears streamed from my eyes, a broken sob leaving my lips as he pushed deeper inside of me. 

“Fuck its s’good, please!” I cried, moving my hips back against his length. I craved more, more of the pulsing, hot waves of pleasure coursing through my muscles, more of the burning stretch of his length, more of the pressure building and building in my stomach. My head spun, vision slowly fading to white as he bottomed out inside of me. 

A soft whine left me as his toned arms wrapped around my body, pulling my back flush to his chest. 

“Swallowing my cock up,” his voice seemed rougher, deeper, drenched in lust, with a hint of primal possession shining through. “You wanted it bad? Ill give you it, give you it so good”

His hips snapped forward, thighs slapping against mine in a brutal, bruising rhythm, every rut of his hips punctuated by a low groan. His soft fingertips settled on my chin, gripping firmly, a reminder of his claim on my body. My eyes settled on my reflection, hazy and unfocused in the broken mirror. 

“Dirty fuckin’ boy.” His lips grazed against the shell of my ear, curling into a crooked smirk. “Bet you’d let me pump you full of cum all day, wouldn’t you?”

“Please-“

“Want this tight hole all for myself,” he grunted, his fingers skating down my stomach, settling on my clit. A string of moans left my mouth, echoing off the stained walls. My head fell back against his shoulder, shallow pants escaping my burning lungs. His fingers toyed with my clit, rubbing hasty circles. My back arched, body squirming in his tight hold. 

“It’s yours-” I sobbed “yours-”

“Fuck, that’s hot-” his fingers moved faster, hips thrusting erratically into me, pace falling flat as he inched closer to his orgasm. Stray locks of sweat-slicked hair fell around my eyes, sticking to my forehead. I clenched around him, milking his length as he slapped his palm against my cunt. Grunting, he brought his fingers back to my twitching clit. 

Pressure surged through my body, rolling over my trembling frame in waves, swirling the thoughts stirring inside my head. Blinding white filled my vision, drowning out the hazy visage of my silhouette, washing out the yellow incandescent light. His moans grew muffled, drowned out by a high pitch ringing echoing through my head. My chest stilled, breath catching in my throat as my orgasm swept me away. 

“That’s it, that’s it- come on my cock” His grip softened, soft moans leaving his lips as he came inside of me. He rolled his hips forward, riding out his orgasm and pushing his seed deeper inside of me. 

“Good boy, good fuckin’ boy,” he cooed as his softening cock slipped out of me. I turned in his arms, pressing my chest to his. A soft sigh slipped from my parted lips. Closing my eyes, I let my cheek rest against his collarbone. His heart raced in his chest, thumping against his skin as if threatening to break free. 

I felt him pull away, hand softly cradling my face. My eyes met his, tracing along every feature of his flushed face. He leaned in, lips meeting mine in a kiss, a kiss that had lost the bite of desperation it once held, now melting into something deeper. 

Pulling away once more, he parted his plush lips to speak. 

“Let me take you back to my place, yeah?” His brows knitted, cerulean eyes flicking across my face, searching for any sense of hesitancy, any frown or scoff. The visage of the domineering man from only minutes before shattered as he bit the inside of his lip, shoulders tensing as he braced for rejection. Instead, I let my lips curl into a smile, softening the creases in his bronzed skin.

“Kind of defeats the purpose of an anonymous app, doesn’t it?”

His breath hitched, fingers tensing around my waist. He pursed his lips, pulse quickening, throbbing in his carotid arteries. I seized his lips in another kiss, my sore muscles softening against his body. Looping my arms around the back of his neck, I moved away just enough to speak. 

“I meant what I said,” I spoke softly, “So take me back home, Johnny.”

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"Don't run from me now."

He pull you back by the waist, chuckling at how you whined from the fill he gave you. Stack had you bent over in a deep arch, screaming his name into the sheets of your bed.

"Oh c'mon now, ain't you the one that said–shit– you can take it?"

He groaned, slowing down his thrusts to get a better view of him dissapearing inside you, the thick ring of your juices rimmed around his base, some of it running down your shaking thighs.

"Mmm-fuck! Stack–waitt.!"

You tried grabbing at his hand to slow him down, only for him to grip at your wrist and use it as an anchor, pulling you slightly back to get a deeper arch and deeper range inside you.

"Allat' talk, look where that big mouth got you!"

He hissed out, grinding his hips oh so painfully against yours, managing to wrap his other hand right under you and rub at your clit, drunk on the way you clenched around him.

"Mnghf–fuuck! I'm gon' cum, Stack pleaseee!"

You cried out, body pushing right back against his in pursuit of your orgasm, the man above you only pressing his fingers down as he drew faster circles while drilling himself into you.

"I ain't stack 'round here baby, you know my name pretty."

It's cruel the way he had you right on edge, holding back from letting you burst–oh but you loved it, drooling into the pillow beneath your head from this.

"Mm..Elias—please, Elias!"

He groaned out, satisfied with the way his name was sung from your swollen lips, eyes rolling back as he gave a few weak thrusts. Your breathe caught in your throat before you broke out in curses and moans.

He had pulled out and layed next to your numb body, thumb rubbing at your shoulder after he presses delicate kisses.

Savoring the moment of his skin on yours and the intimacy of his embrace.

[szatears]

Could you do a sinners story. That’s a Stack x Mary x Black!reader set now. Where they slowly fall in love with reader who’s baddie and include some jealousy.

three's trouble, stack & mary.

summary: stack had always had a thing for you. you never thought much of it because he was a huge flirt like that and also because of the other girl he was always entertaining. but maybe, just maybe, you could have a bit of fun with that?

pairings: stack x blackfem!reader, stack x mary, mary x blackfem!reader.

warnings: slight smut (one day i'll go the whole way), some descriptions of reader, mary being jealous of reader.

notes: this one is kinda long! i'm a smoke girly through and through but this request may have bumped stack up my ratings a little 😛 also by 'set now' i'm assuming you mean in today's era but if that's not what you meant then i wholeheartedly apologise 😭

It started off as a joke. When Smoke and Stack opened up their juke joint, you had originally gone there with a couple of your girls, until it became a routine place for you guys to meet up and debrief, letting loose as the night's events would take you away.

It wasn't until the fourth time you went there that you met Mary. You were on the dance floor with your girls when she almost bumped into you, turning around with an apologetic face. She hovered over her words as she spoke to you, taking in your face and that gorgeous two piece you had on you.

Something clicked in her head in that moment, it was all fuzzy, not quite connected, but she just knew she'd be seeing more of you.

And that she did.

It became a weekly thing, going to the joint. The first time you met Stack was no accident; it seems he had actually sought you out from the crowd. He wanted to know what it was about this girl that Mary kept going on about.

Mary wasn't infatuated to say, she was more... interested. There was something about you that drew her in, the way you laughed at her jokes, how effortlessly your body moved to the rhythm of the music as you both danced, the intense eye contact... It really drew her in.

Stack wasn't really what you expected. Perhaps you just thought he'd be like his brother, Smoke. Cold, tough, not interested in anything that doesn't benefit him in a way, or at least that's what you gathered from all that you heard.

But he wasn't like Smoke, at least not entirely. Stack was clearly the more chilled of the two, the one open to having a bit of fun.

The joke itself was based on how much of a liking Mary and Stack took to you. You'd be told that they didn't always tolerate people outside of their immediate circle, that there was just something special about you.

When Stack began to call you his girl, or when Mary started to affectionately show you off to anyone who would listen, you started to think there was more to your relationship with them than you suspected.

That being said, you weren't surprised when Stack greeted you with an arm thrown over your shoulders, pulling you into him every time he saw you since the say you met.

"There's my favourite girl," he'd drawl out with a huge smile, an icy pink drink in his hand waiting for you.

"Hey, Stack," you'd kiss his cheek, taking the drink from him and allowing him to take your hand in his, leading you to the section of the joint him and Smoke fixed up nice and neat for them and their special guests.

You felt the eyes on you as you walked behind him, albeit he was moving at a fast pace through bodies that parted so he could pass. He was respected like that.

"Where's Mary?" You asked when he sat you down right next to him, one of your legs resting over his lap as his arm lay low around your waist, holding you to him.

You had to lean up close to his ear to ask over the loud blues that was being played on the stage, presumably Sammie. Your new 613 styled hair tickled his face a little when he leaned closer to you to answer.

"She's around, I ain't too sure where," he waved you off, almost like it irritated him to answer. You came to the conclusion that Stack and Mary had a complicated relationship, it was pretty obvious to anyone who watched them for more than a moment.

At times you got caught up in the middle of their arguments or tiffs, where Mary would complain to you about Stack being Stack, and Stack would tell you to tell her to "ease off a lil'". It was always something with those two.

You stayed in his company like that for most of the night, mainly because Stack wouldn't exactly let you get up. You were a catch, he knew that and you did too.

He saw the eyes you'd get from every guy here and then, but none of them would make a move whilst you were with him. They'd wait until after, but even then, the fear of messing with Stack's girl would keep them away.

"Damn, Stack, save some girls for the rest of us," Melo laughed as he dapped him up. Melo was one of the guys that Smoke and Stack tolerated, for more reasons than just the fact that he was a funny guy. You thought it had something to do with the 'business' that they handled, and you were probably right.

Stack smirked, his hand subtly rubbing your ass over the skirt you wore. "Man, gone on," he gestured to Melo.

"Nah, real shit though, where Mary at?"

"I'on know, does it look like I got her on a leash? She's wherever she's at." He snapped. You frowned at that, coming to the conclusion that they had definitely gotten into it before you arrived.

Melo held his hands up in surrender, walking away to the bar. It was like he could feel you judging him, because when Stack looked down at you after reaching into his pocked for a prerolled blunt, he shook his head. "Don't you start on me too, ma" he mumbled, fumbling in his pockets for a lighter.

"Hm," was all you said. "I'm gonna go look for her."

He didn't stop you, try to make you stay. He let you go after her.

Mary was on the other side of the joint, laughing it up with some girls you'd never seen before. She spotted you just as you spotted her, her face brightening up at the sight of yours.

"Hey, there is she is right now! Look girls, this is the fine lil' lady I was talking to y'all about earlier," she held your hand as she brought you to the group. You smiled at them all, trying to fight away any awkwardness.

"You look good," Mary brought her arms to rest around your neck, intertwining them together. Yours rested loosely around her waist, the two of you almost flush together.

"Thanks, doll," you made a kissy face at her, not expecting her to actually kiss your lips. It was a short kiss, and she pulled away with a huge smile. Poor girl was gone. "What's up with you and Stack though? Y'all fighting again?"

Mary rolled her eyes, removing a hand from around your neck to pull her dress down a little. You recognised the dress, it was one you helped her pick out on the many shopping trips the two of you took together with Stack's money. It was a deep red, came up to her mid thighs and exposed her back at the behind.

"That man ain't shit," she groaned. "Talking 'bout I get on his nerves and don't know how to leave him alone. Maybe don't send mixed signals then?!"

You nodded as she ranted, her friends now dispersing across the joint to leave you two alone. This was nothing you haven't heard before, Mary and Stack always got into it about something along the same lines as their last argument.

"Maybe I should just have you be my new thing instead of him," Mary frowned, leaning her body on yours. You smiled at her words.

"I wouldn't mind that."

*

A couple days later, you assumed they'd be on good terms again but it seemed not. You were hanging around in your apartment when you heard the door open, confusing taking over your face because no one else had a key. Before you even had a chance to grab something incase you needed to defend yourself, you heard a voice call out for you.

"Where you at, baby?" Stack asked, taking his shoes off by the door.

"Elias, I told you to stop picking my damn doors," you kissed your teeth, exhaling a much needed sigh of relief after that small scare.

"Then start answering your phone," he said like it was the most obvious response. He kissed your lips briefly, mumbling a "hey" before he made his way to your kitchen, coming back to you with a bottle of water.

"What brings you here?" you asked, settling down on the sofa.

He didn't reply straight away, instead he took the time to admire you as he drank. You weren't wearing anything too special, a small, white spaghetti strapped tank top with light grey joggers that belonged to a lounge set. You looked good. You always did. Hell, you could be wearing the most basic thing ever and Stack would find you drop dead gorgeous.

A small smirk made its way to his face as his thoughts trailed off to other things, making you tilt your head at him.

"Hello?" you nudged him.

"Sorry, darling," he finally snapped out of his trance. "You got me a lil' distracted there."

You smiled, like you always did when he flirted with you. He put the cap back on his bottle, placing it down on the coffee table in front of him before his arms reached out for you, pulling you into him.

You let him guide you over his laps, straddling him with your palms resting flat against his chest. Stack's hands rubbed over your ass as he leaned further into the sofa, his eyes staring right into yours.

"You didn't answer my question," you looked back at him.

"I can't pay you a visit no more? Damn," he sighed, squeezing at your hip.

"I didn't say all that," you rolled your eyes. "You and Mary keep getting into it and then dragging me in your mess."

The day before, Mary had come over to yours. Originally she planned to convince you to come out with her, but you had had enough of partying for a couple of days. So she stayed in with you.

What started off as you two watching movies and making dinner turned into her hands caressing gently over your body, your lips on hers and a whole lotta noise.

"That ain't nothing new," He said.

"Yeah? Maybe that's a sign, I don't know..."

"A sign for what?"

"A sign that—" you were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing, a puzzled expression on your face as you removed yourself from Stack's lap to answer it. There was nothing that annoyed you more than unexpected guests, but two? This was a new record now.

You opened the door, eyes widening at the sight of Mary.

"Hey, girl," she smiled at you. She looked down behind you for a brief moment, her eyes landing on Stack's shoes. She look back at you, eyes narrowed before she moved past you and inside.

"Yeah, come right in. No, I'm not too busy at the moment," you mumbled to yourself. It wasn't long before you were hearing raised voices and all sorts of cuss words being thrown.

"Really?! So you can be here, around her, but you can't be bothered to come see me?"

"Mary, calm the fuck down and watch who you talking to," Stack ran a hand down his face, his mood completely soured as he reached for a blunt in his pocket.

"No! Because you're such a fucking liar! I swear to God," she laughed bitterly, turning to face you now. "And when were you gonna tell me about this. Huh? After I slept with you again?"

Stack's brows piqued up at that, turning to you too.

"Mary, you knew Stack's been coming up here, I literally told you that—"

"What, y'all got something goin' on too?" She scoffed. It was insane to her how she was the one who introduced you two yet felt completely left out of the loop.

"I mean, shit, if you want," Stack smirked, clearly unfazed by the situation in front of him.

"Shut the hell up," you and Mary both said.

Sighing, you walked towards her. You could see the pout on her face, the crease in her brow that only appeared when she frowned. "You like him more than me or somethin'?" She asked you.

"No. I like you both. I also think you're both irritating as fuck," you spoke honestly, tucking a standing of your hair behind your ear that had fallen out of the ponytail you put it in before they both came.

Stack blew smoke out of his mouth from where he sat, watching you both. You wrapped your arms around Mary's waist, inching your face closer to hers. Her eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes, waiting for you to make the first move.

You broke your gaze away from her face to look at Stack, his eyes focused on you and what you would do next. A smile graced your lips, your attention back on Mary. You leaned in, feeling the softness of her lips welcome yours.

"Damn," Stack mumbled.

Mary kissed you back, a small moan escaping her lips as she did. When you parted your lips, her tongue didn't waste any time, exploring your mouth as you moaned shamelessly.

You broke away from the kiss, leaning your head on Mary's shoulder as you looked at Stack. "There are more ways to solve this lil' issue, you know."

Stack smiled, putting his blunt in the ashtray. You pulled away from Mary, pushing her gently towards Stack, who took her into his arms. He kissed her, slow and gentle.

"You know I love you," he mumbled against her lips.

"Yeah. I love you too," Mary sighed, glad she was finally being shown some attention by him.

They turned to look at you, Mary patting the spot on the other side of Stack. "And we love you too. Guess we'll just have to learn to share," she smirked.

You sat down, and it wasn't long before Stack's lips were on yours, his hand around your throat, pulling you closer. Mary watched on, her lip tucked in between her teeth. Why didn't she ever think of this before.

She kissed down Stack's neck, nipping and biting, letting up when you started to kiss her. Her hands grabbed at your top, breaking away from the messy kiss to pull it off of you. Stack took his top off too, his toned body on display. You almost drooled, you couldn't believe this was actually happening, or rather, that it was happening so late.

Stack leaned towards your neck, sucking and kissing wherever he could as you groaned, tilting your head back slightly. Mary was still on you, kissing you from cheek to cheek before she was back on your lips. You were overwhelmed a little, but the good type of overwhelmed.

Stack pulled away, his eyes lustful and full of want as he looked at both his girls. "I think we should take this upstairs."

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drew and actress!reader being the best couple for 10 minutes

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compilation of funny moments based on this ask <3

when they got too into playing the wii…

“Get off of my side!” Y/n squealed, hitting Drew with her hip as the two of them stood in front of the TV waving their Wii remotes around wildly. Madelyn panned the camera around the room, Just Dance played on the screen and the couch filled with the Outer Banks cast as they watched the couple play.

“I’m not on your fucking side!” Drew laughed, wedging himself in front of y/n, essentially blocking her view of the screen. The two of them continued dancing, bumping into each other and giggling as the intense game continued.

“Get down, get down!” Y/n laughed, jumping on Drew’s back like the character’s on the screen, the room erupting into cheers as Drew held onto y/n’s legs. The two of them started giggling, their entire bodies shaking with laughter as the game ended and they fell to the ground in a heap.

when y/n interrupted drew’s beauty sleep…

“Are you filming?” y/n asked JD as he held her phone, camera focused on Drew’s soft, sleeping face. JD nodded, his small giggles audible as he zoomed in on Drew on the couch. Y/n waved to the camera before holding up the box of crackers in her hand.

“My name is y/n y/ln and today JD and I are going to find out how many crackers we can put on Drew’s face before he wakes up.” Y/n whispered, digging in the box and placing a cracker on Drew’s forehead. 

“One.” Y/n said. JD stifled his laughter as he handed the phone back to y/n, grabbing a cracker from the bag. With a dramatic flourish, JD gently placed a cracker on Drew’s ear, the man not even moving the slightest. 

“Two.” JD said. The two of them continued, passing the phone back and forth as they placed more and more crackers on Drew’s sleeping face.

“Four–” y/n giggled as she placed another cracker, “–teen.”

Drew let out a groan, his eyes blinking open slowly. He lifted his hand to his face, wiping one of the crackers away from his eyes as y/n and JD collapsed into laughter.

“What the fuck?” Drew grumbled as he lifted one of the crackers, examining it groggily before his lips curled into a confused smile.

“Fourteen,” y/n said to the camera. “Fourteen is the number of crackers we can put on Drew Starkey’s face before he wakes up!”

when they weren’t paying attention in an interview…

Drew and y/n sat next to each other, both of them staring at each other as Chase and Madelyn answered a question from the interviewer. The camera picked up Drew mouthing something to y/n, causing her arm to shoot out and grab him. Her movement a bit too quick, her already unstable chair wobbled, sending y/n tumbling to the floor with a squeal.

“Oh [bleep]!” Y/n swore, laughing as she climbed back into her chair. The entire cast turned around, their faces confused.

“What is going on back there?” Madison laughed, y/n smoothing her dress down as she settled into her seat.

“I have no idea. I am not involved.” Drew said, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“You are such a liar!” Y/n groaned, elbowing Drew lightly as he bit his lip, attempting to hold back laughter.

when y/n saw drew’s new hair…

“Ok, are you ready?” Drew asked, sneaking up behind y/n with his new platinum hair. Y/n stood with her back to Drew, nodding enthusiastically as Drew placed his hands on her hips. He had convinced her to film it under the guise that he was shaving it all off again, his hair getting quite long, but what he left out was that he was also bleaching it the color she had expressed her love for in the past.

“I already miss your long hair.” Y/n said with a faux pout as Drew ran his hands along her sides before spinning her around to face him.

“Oh my god!” Y/n gasped, her hands flying over her mouth. Drew smiled, tilting his head down so she could get a closer look at his short, icy hair.

“What do you think?” Drew asked, raising his eyebrows as y/n continued to look at him silently.

“You look like young President Snow.” Y/n giggled, her hands running along his head lightly.

“What?” Drew laughed, furrowing his brows as y/n continued to admire his hair.

“It’s a good thing. I promise. He’s hot, just like you.” Y/n said, biting her lip before pressing a kiss to Drew’s still very much confused face.

when they went to the club…

Madison filmed as Drew, Chase, and Austin danced in sync, grins on their faces as they danced humorously. She panned the camera around to y/n, who stood staring at them, her brows furrowed and a drink in her hand.

“I don’t think y/n likes it.” Madison laughed, causing y/n to grimace at the camera before turning back to the boys’ dramatic and embarrassing dance moves.

“Oh no, oh no!” Madelyn laughed as Drew danced over towards y/n, his eyes locked on her as he took her hand. Handing her drink off to Madison, y/n followed him as he spun her around, the two of them laughing as they stumbled along the dance floor. With a flair, Drew dipped y/n down, causing the rest of the cast to let out gasps before erupting with laughter.

“Drew!” Y/n squealed as he brought her back up to her feet, dancing around her with a smirk on his lips.

“How about that?” Drew said into the camera before grabbing y/n by the waist, spinning her around to pull her into his chest.

when they made a tik tok…

Y/n and Drew sat on the couch opposite each other, y/n holding her phone as they started their video:

“I’m passing the phone to the person who is always on their damn phone but never answers my texts.” Y/n said. The video cut to Drew, a smile on his lips.

“I’m passing the phone to the person who always has a stomachache.” Drew laughed.

“I’m passing the phone to the person who once got so drunk he fell asleep on the kitchen counter and—” y/n giggled, Drew gasping behind the camera, “Chase had to carry him back to his room.”

“Ok, so we’re doing that.” Drew said once he got the phone. “I’m passing the phone to the person who once farted so loudly—”

“Drew Starkey, no!” Y/n said off camera.

“...who once farted so loudly while we were babysitting my niece she made her cry.” Drew finished, laughing loudly, leaning off the couch. A loud crash sounded before the video abruptly cut to y/n, tears in her eyes as she keeled over in laughter.

“I’m passing the phone to the person who just spilled an entire bottle of wine on our brand new couch.” Y/n laughed, panning to the large, red stain on their couch before panning up to Drew, who was picking up the overturned bottle with a groan.

“I am the person who spilled an entire bottle of wine on our brand new couch.” Drew said with a thumbs up.

when they couldn’t get through a scene…

Y/n and Drew stood opposite each other, clad in swimsuits despite the freezing cold air around them. They were shooting a scene where their characters, Caroline and Rafe, shared an intense moment, Caroline following Rafe as he drunkenly stumbled down the beach

Take 1

“You can just [bleep] whoever you—” y/n said in character, but stopped once Drew’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh, sorry I forgot… not allowed to say that.” Y/n giggled.

Take 2

“You can just sleep with whoever you want and I’m just supposed to wait around for you?” Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Uh… yeah?” Drew furrowed his brows, turning to face her with a drunken smile on his face. Y/n tried her best to bite back a laugh but failed, her hand covering her mouth.

Take 3

“You can just sleep with whoever you want and I’m just supposed to wait around for you?” Y/n crossed her arms across her chest. Drew spun around, but misplaced his foot, causing him to stumble.

“[beep]!” Drew swore, catching himself just before he face planted into the sand.

Take 4

“You can just sleep with whoever you want and I’m just supposed to wait around for you?” Said with a huff.

“Uh… yeah.” Drew said, cocking his head to the side as he looked at y/n, a drunken smirk on his face. Y/n scowled, shaking her head.

“You’re an asshole, Rafe.” Y/n scoffed, biting her lip as she gazed at Drew with disgust. A shocked expression fell over Drew’s face, him taking a dramatic step backwards.

“An asshole?” Drew said incredulously, causing the two of them to break into giggles.

Take 5

“An ASS-hole?” Drew scoffed, y/n giggling.

Take 6

“An asshole?” Drew gasped, a smile wide on his face.

Take 7

“An asshole?” Drew scoffed, taking a step forward. Y/n took a step away from him, a look of disgust on her face.

“Yes, you’re an asshole. Don’t call me.” Y/n spat, turning on her heel and leaving Drew behind. He kicked at the sand in front of him, mumbling to himself lowly.

“Cut! We got it!” The director shouted, y/n turning back around and running full speed at Drew, tackling him into the sand.

when drew set off the smoke alarm…

Y/n wheezed behind the camera as she filmed Drew, a panicked expression on his face as the smoke detector blared in the background.

“Shit! Shit!” Drew laughed, reaching into the oven with a dish towel. He pulled the pizza (now burnt to a crisp) out before running through the apartment. Y/n followed him, stumbling with laughter as he flung the backdoor open before throwing the pizza onto the concrete.

“Oh my god!” Y/n squealed, dumping a glass of water onto the pizza. With a sizzle, the smoldering pizza melted into the patio.

“Holy shit.” Drew panted, leaning over to catch his breath as he looked down at the smoking pizza. Y/n continued laughing behind the camera, zooming in on Drew as he shook his head.

“You’re never cooking pizza again.” Y/n laughed, causing Drew to whip his head to the side and look directly into the camera, his mouth agape.

[rafedarling]

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pairing: drew starkey x actress!reader

summary: new parents and beloved hollywood couple drew and you take to the jimmy kimmel live stage to discuss your latest movie project together, which releases in may. between balancing new parenthood and demanding film schedules, you two finds yourself sharing a funny, heartfelt stories about life on set with their baby girl, emma starkey. a viral behind-the-scenes video brings laughter to the show, as you discuss how parenting has influenced your lives and careers. based on today drew interview on jimmy kimmel live interview.

warning(s): english is not my native language. fluff, humorous parenting moments, discussions of balancing work and family life.

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“Ladies and gentlemen, our next guests are not only Hollywood’s favorite power couple but also the stars of the highly anticipated romantic-action film Against All Odds, which hits theaters this May. And if that’s not enough, they’ve recently stepped into the chaotic world of parenthood with their baby girl, Emma. Please welcome Drew Starkey and Y/N!”

You can hear the audience roared with applause as Jimmy Kimmel welcomed his next guests.

You and Drew walked out hand in hand, smiling and waving to the audience. Drew’s free hand rested on your back as he guided you to the guest couch. The applause was deafening, with some cheers and whistles peppered in. You laughed as Jimmy gestured to quiet the audience.

“Wow,” Jimmy said, shaking his head.

“You guys have the crowd in a frenzy. I mean, Hollywood’s hottest couple and now officially parents? Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” you said, smiling at the crowd. “It’s been a crazy year.”

“Yeah,” Drew chimed in, “between the movie and the baby, I’m not even sure what sleep feels like anymore.”

The audience laughed, and Jimmy leaned forward.

“Okay, we have to start with the most important question: How’s parenthood treating you? You’ve got a baby girl, Emma. How’s life with a newborn?”

Drew chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s… humbling, to say the least. Being a first-time parent is no joke. I don’t think I could survive it without this one,” he said, nodding toward you.

You playfully nudged him. “Oh, stop it. You’re doing great.”

Jimmy smiled. “Okay, Y/N, your turn. How’s life as a mom?”

“It’s amazing,” you said, your voice softening.

“I mean, it’s exhausting, but Emma’s such a sweet baby. Watching her grow and discover the world makes all the sleepless nights worth it.”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Sleepless nights? Drew, are you pulling your weight with those 3 a.m. feedings and diaper changes?”

Drew grinned, holding up his hands defensively.

“Absolutely. I’ve mastered the art of the one-handed diaper change. My record is forty-three seconds.”

The audience erupted in laughter, and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s not lying. But let’s not forget the time you forgot to put the diaper on at all.”

The crowd gasped with laughter as Drew shook his head, groaning.

“Okay, in my defense, I was running on two hours of sleep. And the burp cloth worked just fine… temporarily.”

Jimmy laughed, slapping the desk. “You’re officially a dad now, Drew. Forgetting a diaper is like a rite of passage.”

Drew nodded solemnly. “It’s a learning curve.”

Jimmy turned his attention back to you. “Now, let’s talk about Against All Odds. The trailer has everyone excited. What can you tell us about the movie?”

You leaned forward slightly.

“It’s a romantic-action film about two rival spies played by Drew and me who are forced to work together on a mission to stop a global threat. Of course, things get complicated when they realize they have a shared past.”

“Ah, a little romance, a little action,” Jimmy said. “And a lot of explosions, I’m guessing?”

“Definitely,” Drew said.

“The stunts in this film are insane. We’ve got car chases, hand-to-hand combat, and this one sequence where Y/N literally jumps out of a helicopter.”

The audience gasped, and Jimmy’s jaw dropped.

“Wait, wait. You’re telling me Y/N did her own stunts?”

You shrugged with a smile. “Most of them, yeah. The helicopter scene was terrifying, but the adrenaline rush was worth it.”

Jimmy turned to Drew. “And how did you feel about your wife jumping out of a helicopter while pregnant?”

“Oh, that scene was filmed before we knew about Emma,” Drew said quickly.

“But I still worried about her constantly. Every time she’d do a stunt, I’d be off to the side like, ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’”

You laughed. “He was basically my personal cheerleader-slash-bodyguard.”

Jimmy shook his head, smiling. “And Y/N, how was filming while pregnant? Did the crew make accommodations for you?”

“They were amazing,” you said.

“They adjusted the schedule so that I could rest when I needed to, and they made sure I always had plenty of snacks on set.”

“Snacks were essential,” Drew added. “She had a bag of trail mix with her at all times.”

Jimmy laughed. “It sounds like the two of you had a lot going on behind the scenes. Speaking of which, I have to ask about the viral video. You know the one.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. Drew laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh no. You’re not really going to show it, are you?”

“Of course I am!” Jimmy said, grinning.

“For anyone who hasn’t seen it, this is a behind-the-scenes video of Drew and Y/N on set. Drew’s building a baby crib, and Y/N is… well, just watch.”

The screen infront and behind you lit up with the video. The audience howled as they watched Drew hammering away at a crib while you sat on a couch with a breast pump. The rhythmic “whirr, whirr” of the pump provided the perfect comedic soundtrack as Drew worked intently. At one point, you casually scrolled through your phone, looking completely unbothered.

When the video ended, the audience erupted into cheers and laughter. Jimmy was wiping tears from his eyes.

“So my question is… is this what you do on set?”

“Well,” Drew said, still chuckling, “Emma needed a crib, and we didn’t have one on set. So, naturally, I decided to build one during a break.”

“And I,” you added with a grin, “was taking care of my part of the parenting duties. Multitasking at its finest.”

Jimmy shook his head, laughing.

“You two are the epitome of modern parenthood. Drew, do you moonlight as a carpenter now?”

Drew smirked. “Not yet, but give me a few more months of parenting, and I’ll be building treehouses.”

The audience laughed again, and Jimmy leaned back in his chair.

“Okay, last question: How do you balance it all? Filming, parenting, being a couple; what’s the secret?”

You exchanged a glance with Drew before answering.

“Honestly, communication is everything. We make sure to check in with each other and divide responsibilities as evenly as possible.”

“And coffee,” Drew added. “Lots of coffee.”

Jimmy nodded sagely. “Coffee and communication. Words to live by.”

The interview wrapped up with more laughs, and even a clip from Against All Odds. As the applause filled the studio, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the life you and Drew had built on and off the screen. together.

[ceramini]

heyyy could you write sunghoon having a dacryphilia kink, sunghoon thinks fem!reader is so pretty and cute when she cries, he wants to comfort her, he does but he can’t help it but get hard, “comforting” her saying “come here, let me make you feel better” wiping her tears.

this prompt is so cute and so hot at the same time, also your other message was so sweet!! I took my time with this so I hope it’s to your liking :33 TYSM FOR REQUESTING CUTIE PIE!! MWAH >3<

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The dramatic scene on the TV seemed distant now, a background thread to a much more intimate moment. Sunghoon pressed pause and turned toward you, eyebrows furrowing in concern when the first drop fell from your lashes.

“Baby?” His gravelly voice dipped lower, quieter, filled with a softness meant for you and you alone. “Hey… come here.”

He opened his arms, letting you fold into him, your forehead resting against his shoulder. His large hands pressed against your back, rubbing slow circles through your shirt.

“It’s okay… let it out.” His breath was warm against your ear. “I’m here… I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, silence fell, filled only by your shaky inhales and his comforting touch, then Sunghoon pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. His knuckles fell to your cheeks, wiping away your tears with a softness that made your skin tremble.

“My pretty, crying baby.” His voice dipped into a gravelly purr. “So vulnerable… so raw… it drives me mad.”

He pressed another affectionate kiss just above your eyebrow, then whispered, “Let me make it better… come here.”

With a firm but gentle grip, Sunghoon turned you in his lap and pressed you back against pillows. His hands fell to the waistband of your bottoms, tugging them downward with a deliberate slowness, letting you feel his knuckles against your thighs, letting you tremble under his touch.

“See… this is how much I care.” His moan was shaky against your skin when he pressed a kiss to your thigh. “I want you comfortable… I want you dripping… I want you begging.”

He pressed forward, kissing upward, inch by inch, until his lips hovered just above your center. His breath was a tickling temptation against you.

“Fuck… you taste so sweet, baby.” His gravelly voice trembled, overtaken by pure need. “So rich… so pure… I want all of you.”

He pressed a slow, deliberate lick against you, from base to clit, then moaned against you, letting the vibrations ripple through your core.

“Don’t hold back… let me hear you… let me taste you.”

He pressed in again, adding a bit more pressure with his tongue, swirling it in a rich pattern that made you tremble beneath him. His moans were raw and uninhibited, pure, filthy reverence, a man obsessed with consuming you.

Your body responded immediately; your hips rose toward him, and Sunghoon pressed you back down, adding a small, possessive squeeze to your thighs.

“Uh-uh, stay… let me spoil you.”

He fell into a slow, purposeful rhythm, licking, kissing, darting his tongue against your most sensitive places, until you were begging, whimpering for release.

Sunghoon tasted the first rush of you, the sweet drops that flowed when you were close, and it made him moan against you, a deep, gravelly affirmation of his satisfaction.

“Fuck… you’re dripping already… all for me.”

He kept you on the edge, applying pressure, then pulling back, letting you tremble and rise, then denying you at the last moment, until you were a mess under him, begging him in shaky pleas.

“Please… Hoon… please… please… let me come.”

Sunghoon pressed a small, affectionate kiss against you and whispered, “Not yet… I want you begging just a little more… wanna hear you need me.”

He drew it out just a bit longer, adding a tiny bit more pressure, a small swirl, then, with a deep moan against you, he let you come, letting you break under him in pure release.

Your body tightened, then trembled as your orgasm overtook you. Sunghoon pressed in, extending it, letting you ride his tongue, adding a few slow, deliberate licks to clean you, consuming you, honoring you.

When you fell back against the pillows, shaky and raw, Sunghoon pressed forward, kissing up your body, letting you taste yourself on his lips when his mouth met yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

“See?” His gravelly voice pressed against your lips. “I made it all better.”

He pressed another affectionate, dominant kiss, then whispered, “Now… let me fill you… make you mine in every way.”

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[anqelbolicluv]

𖤐 ⸝⸝ ˚ ┊ONLY YOU, DARLING — S. RYOMEN⋆

〝 ⠀ ݁⠀𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲. ❜ ⠀݁

【 SYNOPSIS 】— sukuna just wants his affection.

【 CONTENTS 】— fluff , sfw , gn!reader , soft!sukuna, clingy!sukuna , established relationship , true form sukuna.

【 PAIRING 】— sukuna ryomen x reader

【 WORD COUNT 】— 633

⠀ ̽ ⠀ ᝰ✍︎ ﹐⠀/⠀ ❝ ⠀ 𝔄𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝔑𝗢𝗧𝗘 . . .

this is solely based off of a characterai interaction i had. we LOVE clingy!sukuna in this house. <3. this is not proof read so ignore any typos. !

to the untrained eye , ryomen sukuna had not a care in this world. not a care for human lives , nothing sentimental , absolutely nothing but to cause harm. until he had met you of course. that’s when his perspective changed for the better though, no one had ever thought sukuna would be so infatuated with a human like yourself. not even sukuna could believe it at first. but if there’s one thing about sukuna that he’s very much well aware of . . he’s clingy. now you wouldn’t dare tell another soul about this — this was something that you had promised to keep private, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. in your adoration , nobody in this vile world deserved to see your beloved king of curses so vulnerable. clingy!sukuna was for your eyes & your eyes only.

“ hmph . . “ you could hear his low voice gruff out as he nuzzled his head against your chest. witnessing the king of curses in such a affectionate mood was peculiar. sukuna pressed his weight down which resulted in you gently pushing him off of you , earning a displeased sound falling from ryomen’s lips. it’s not that you didn’t want to give him the attention , you were just trying to finish up your tea. “ how dare you push me away (y/n) . . mgh. . “ he certainly didn’t want to argue with you so he called it quits right then and there, almost resembling a clingy kitten demanding attention. “ i’m having tea right now love , i’ll give you what you want after i’m finished “ sukuna's lips drew tight in annoyance, as he glared up at you. he wanted affection at all times, and your denial of the request seemed to offend him. however, he grumbled softly, " . . . fine , don't you dare tease me or I will punish you. " sukuna spoke, his tone sharp as he looked away. you sighed at sukuna in response before running your free hand through his light pink locs. now gently massaging his scalp in hopes that would ease his needs until you were finished. “ feel good ? “ you asked , sukuna scowled slightly as you rubbed his scalp. he slowly felt his stress and annoyance start to melt away, easing his mind and bringing him great comfort. with a satisfied hum of his lips, the king of curses settled against you. wrapping all four of his arms around you carefully. “ . . I was not expecting these pleasant feelings. " with one hand buried in his hair and the other holding up the cup of tea to your lips , you continued to massage sukuna’s head. “ just relax kuna. . ” this made sukuna scrunch his eyes closed, letting out another grunt in satisfaction. your touch was heavenly, and sukuna enjoyed every moment of it. despite his tough facade, he was soft and vulnerable when he was with you. sukuna sighed softly, closing his eyes as he leaned against your chest more. pressing the side of his face against the supple flesh of your chest. " mm . . this is nice . . " seeing him so endured by your touch made your heart swell with warmth. your hand now found itself now gently massaging the nape of sukuna’s neck , softly kneading at the skin. now bending down and placing a small peck to the side of his temple, he couldn’t help but to purr. feeling a tingle run through his body as you raked across the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. his body went lax, his breath growing heavier as you pressed your lips to his head. sukuna enjoyed the tender display of affection, feeling vulnerable in your arms. he remained silent for a few moments before responding. " hm . . no one can make me feel as comfortable like you do. . you're the only one my dear, who can make the king of curses squirm. . . “

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[poguehearted77]

Between The Lines

Summary-> It's the little things that go on behind the scenes between you and Drew that makes your chemistry electric.

Belongs to my: OBX Season 5: Payback for Maybank Series

These can be read in any order!

"Park place." Maddison narrates where Drew lands his dog piece across the monopoly board. "I'll buy it." He says but your hand is in his face, "Not so fast. I'm sure you would love to buy it if I didn't already have a hotel on it. You owe me $1500. Pay up." You show him your open palm, ready for lots and lots of cash.

"He's so cooked. Look at that pathetic stack of cash Drew has. I've got piggy banks with more than that." Jonathan's comments send the four of you erupting into a fit of laughter which eventually dies down to a patient silence. "Sometime today would be great." Madison clears her throat.

"Josh is coming!" Drew points, appealing to your gullibility and you all fell for it. By the time you realized he was bluffing, the board was tossed and the pieces were all out of place. He gets up and runs off as if he already knew you'd be hot on his heels.

Your outburts left JD and Madison alone to pick up the pieces, but not without an interesting conversation. "50 bucks they're together by the time we finish the season." Madison says it so casually as she reaches underneath the couch for the pieces.

"So I'm not crazy? You see it too?" He looks almost relieved. "Trust me, I've got a knack for these things." JD seems skeptical about the timeline of the bet. "I dunno, we finish filming in four months. That might be too soon, I say by the premiere."

The both of them look up to Carlacia who seemed to have been streaming live on her istagram. She enters the room mumbling something about getting winded by you and Drew sprinting past her.

Madison scoffs, "That's like nine months from now. They could get together and break up by then, but you know what-- If that's what you wanna bet, then be my guest." She holds out her hand and JD shakes on it. "You're on."

"We're ready for you guys." One of the assistants notifys them that it was time to head to the screening room where the weekly table reads were held.

Today would be your first look at the script for the second episode, and to say you were shocked was an understatement.

Script Summary:

Eventually the pogues put their trust in Piper and she gives them a fair exchange of some arms that they can handle, while she opts for her weapon of choice, a steel pipe.

"How do you think I got the name and the scar?" She says and it puts an odd sense of comfort among the group, minus a skeptical Rafe, to know you were confident enough in your skills that you didn't need a gun.

They beleived they were in good hands, until they realized they weren't. There was movement coming from the bushes and it made the pogues stand on guard, beckoning them to come out. Soon, the figures finally revealed themsleves. More mercenaries.

"Nicely, done Piper. It seems you can still make yourself useful after all." The red-headed woman speaks up, tossing you a pouch of money that you caught with one hand effortlessly.

"Never doubt my capabilities, it's insulting." You warn, tucking the pouch into the bag strapped across your back. The british woman continues, "Y'know, Mr. Finch could use your talents again. Once we're done tying up loose ends, we're headed back to home base in Lisbon."

Rafe is livid. He knew he couldn't trust you. It couldn't be by pure coincidence that the mercenaries popped up in the middle of this oasis when you were leading. "Lisbon? You told us Finch was here-" Kiara exclaims and Rafe interrupts.

"It was all a lie, from the very beginning. Mr. Alami, the merchant from Agapenta, he was working with you, wasn't he? You knew he'd send us to you, and now you got your sad little payout from these dipshits for bringing us to them." Rafe seethes.

"I'll neither confirm nor deny that claim, love the enthusiasm though." Your attitude remains unbothered throughout the ordeal until Pope demands, "What do you want from us? We don't have the crown! Groff took it." The red head shrugs casually, sharpening her blades as she approaches the group.

"Don't you worry, Groff will get what's coming to him. For now, it's time to repay the debt that is owed. You get blood on your hands, I get blood on mine." Your eyes bulge, "Hang on, you never said you wanted to kill them." You step in and the woman pays you no mind.

"Perhaps because It's none of your concern. You've got your cut, now's a good time as ever to leave. It's about to get messy." She retracts her hand, about to plunge the blade into Pope when she's knocked out cold by a flying piece of steel.

The group looks over to you in shock, fear, and a hint of gratitude, but there's no time to gush about it when there's suddenly a brawl that breaks out between the mercenaries and the pogues.

You all hardly take them out before escaping.

"Piper, what the hell?!" John B yells and his anger is heavily agreed on in the group, you take it on the chin before offering the most sincere apology you could come up with. They're unconvinced. "I deserve that. Everything you heard back there is true. Finch's Fortress is in Lisbon. If you find him, you'll find Groff," You trail off, reaching into your bag, handing Cleo the pouch of money you'd just gotten.

"Take this. It's more than enough to get you a boat big enough to get across the atlantic and even have some leftover for food for a few days. When you arrive on the coast of Cascais, you'll need to head north in-land."

There's silence.

A long silence, nervous glances between the pogues and Rafe's eyes roll. "You guys cannot seriously be considering trusting her. She almost had us killed! Am I the only one who cares about making it back home?"

"Just shut up, Rafe!" John B silences him, and Pope speaks up. "Listen, I don't know about you guys but Piper just saved my life when she didn't have to. We've already lost someone. Going after Groff could be a suicide missison for all we know. But we all know this isn't about our safety, it's about revenge. For JJ." His speech is moving, the expressions agree.

"For JJ." They all agree.

"To Lisbon we go." Cleo chimes, and the group moves on.

End of Script*

You had just finished reading the script and you were blown away. The cast never knows what to expect whenevfer a new script is dropped in front of them.

"Wait a minute... If the pogues are going to Lisbon in the next episode then," Madison trails off and the director ties in, "So are we. Pack your bags, flights are booked for Saturday morning at 5am, please do not miss these flights, we're not opposed to writing you out!" Josh jokes and there's excited and shock all around the table.

You knew that the last season of the show had implied that the pogues would be on their way to Lisbon but it never dawned on you that it would be so soon, even though it made sense.

"You ever been to Portugal?" Drew leans in, a soft whisper in your ear tickled your skin and made the hairs on the back of your neck at attention. "Never, have you?" He thinks about it, "If a layover counts then yes, yes I have." You're not sure if the joke was funny or if it just left the mouth of an incredibly attractive man, nonetheless, it made you giggle.

Madison kicks JD from under the table, jutting her chin towards the two of you giggling in secret and he rolls his eyes. "Patience." He says it calmly, but Madison is impatient, she knows she'll reign triumphant by the end of it all.

-

It’s a Friday night—or, more accurately, the early hours of Saturday morning. The world outside your accommodations complex is still cloaked in sleep, and you should be too. But no. The responsibility of making your flight in two hours has ripped you from the warmth of your bed. Groggy but determined, you scrambled to gather your belongings, knowing you wouldn’t be back.

After a last sweep of the room, you opened the door with a flicker of confidence—only to jump at the sight of a six-foot-two figure standing in your doorway.

“Drew! Oh my god, you scared me.” Your hand flew to your chest in a theatrical gesture, your pulse thrumming in your ears.

A small smile tugged at his lips, his eyes crinkling slightly. “Sorry. Just wanted to make sure you were actually up. Everyone else already left. There’s one driver still waiting downstairs.” His voice was smooth, annoyingly easy to listen to this early in the morning. Too easy.

“You sound oddly refreshed for 3 a.m.,” you quipped, your own voice still husky from sleep as you grabbed your suitcase.

“That’s the beauty of insomnia.” He shrugged, gesturing to his temples with a finger like it was some kind of genius life hack. “You can’t wake up tired if you never really sleep.”

The elevator dinged open, and the two of you stepped inside. The silence that settled was heavy, charged with something you couldn’t quite define. It hung there until you both spoke at once:

“So where are you—” “How did you—”

You broke into quiet laughter, and Drew’s mouth twitched with amusement. “You first,” he said, giving you a slight nod.

“How did you know I hadn’t already left with the others?” you asked, tilting your head curiously. For a moment, something flickered across his face—an emotion too quick to name—before a light blush dusted his cheeks. He masked it with an easy tone.

“I did some askin' around,” he replied, the answer short and almost vague. It was just enough to spark your teasing instincts.

“Ah,” you said with a smirk, “so you missed me?”

Instant regret settled within you. The elevator seemed too small, too still as Drew turned to look at you, his gaze steady and disarming. For a heartbeat, he didn’t respond, and your cheeks grew warm under his stare.

“You could say that,” he finally said, the ghost of a smirk curling the corner of his lips. His attention shifted to the elevator doors as they slid open, leaving you to wonder if you’d imagined the whole thing.

The ride to the airport was longer than expected thanks to roadwork that forced a detour. You should've been annoyed, but at some point, your head found its way to Drew’s shoulder, and your eyes fluttered shut. The fabric of his hoodie was soft against your temple, and his warmth lulled you into a half-dream state.

Drew didn’t dare move. The weight of your head against him was almost too perfect, and he fought the sudden urge to reach for your hand resting on your lap. Instead, he focused on the ticking clock in the back of his mind and the quiet hum of the car.

When you arrived, he sprang into action. “C’mon, we don’t have time to waste,” he murmured, grabbing your suitcase and his carry-on in one hand while ushering you toward the terminal with the other.

You barely had to lift a finger. Drew handled everything—tickets, baggage check, even navigating customs—with practiced efficiency, his jaw set and his movements quick. He wasn’t just organized; he was determined.

“Do you always walk as fast as a drill sergeant?” you teased as you reached the gate, breathing a little easier now.

He shot you a look, his lips twitching. “I'm not a huge fan of being late,” was all he said. But the way his eyes lingered on yours for half a second longer than necessary told you there was more to it than that.

Finally, you made it to your seats in first class. You settled across the aisle from Madelyn, who flashed you a bright smile.

“I was starting to think you two wouldn’t make it,” she teased, leaning toward you with a glint in her eye. There was an underlying subtext to her words but you were too tired to decipher it.

“Drew made sure that didn’t happen,” you replied with a soft laugh. The words were simple, but they carried a warmth you couldn’t quite suppress.

From behind your seat, Drew caught the sound of his name on your lips--and god did he love the way it sounds. He didn’t know what you’d said, but it didn’t matter. The fact that you were talking about him stirred something in his chest.

As the flight began, you glanced back once, meeting his gaze. He held it for a fraction of a moment before looking away, his expression unreadable.

And yet, for the rest of the flight, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Couldn’t stop replaying the memory of the weight of your head on his shoulder—or wondering what it might feel like to hold your hand in his.

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[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 03:12 A.M 」

tw: pregnancy. just a little something based on ask~ gojo annoys you on daily basis, so now you return the favor and he can't refuse it bc you're his baby mama😋

a part of gojo's love entries

“satoru— your baby is hungry,” you pouted, poking his cheek repeatedly. “sa-to-ru!!”

it was 3 in the morning, and ideally, you would have been sleeping... only that suddenly you were awoken by rumbles from your growing belly.

yet your husband was still sound asleep without any care in the world, prompting you to poke him until you succeeded in making him hear you out.

satoru begrudgingly cracked his eyes open, still having his face tucked under the blanket and yawning. “ngh, sweets… what is it?”

his sleepy voice was thick, low and raspy. usually you’d swoon and leave a hickey or two on his neck but not now, as the overwhelming hunger made you almost curl.

“baby is craving mochi,” you said, eyes shining up to him ever so innocently. “get it for me, satoruuu.”

“oh?” if he wasn’t awake before, now he was after hearing your nagging tone drawling his name. he faced you and drew you closer. “what do you want again, hmm?”

“ice cream mochi!!”

“oooh that.” satoru scratched his head at the memory of him eating the last of it yesterday. “but we ran out of them, sweetheart… wait till morning, yeah? i’ll go to market to get some.”

“but...”

“can’t baby wait a few more hours, hmm?”

“no! want it— now!”

satoru blinked at your insistence. you looked positively adorable while sulking at him too.

“why mochi all of sudden, huh?” he decided to humor you. “you used to say they taste bland.”

“that’s because of your sperm infecting me,” you sullenly accused. “and don’t pretend you haven’t been feeding me mochi for weeks. baby likes it more than i thought.”

“hey! don’t bash my sperm! they did no wrong and completed the deed splendidly!”

“you’re just a one-time donor, don’t be smug.”

he whined and you huffed, before suddenly your stomach grumbled loudly and you curled up. “mmhm.”

“hey… what’s wrong?” satoru quickly sat up and placed his hand on your baby bump. “really hungry? wait, i’ll get you something to nibble on first.”

he rummaged through his work uniform and found several bite-sized chocolate bars he brought around, and unwrapped the foil. “here.”

you immediately devoured the treat to sate your hunger, but still, your baby longed for more—

“mochi…” you mumbled despondently, your expression turning heartbroken. and one second later satoru realized how much he wanted to squeeze your cheeks, and relented.

“okay, okay, sweets~” he gave your head several comforting pats, making you look up. “i’ll go and get the mochi, yeah? you stay put and wait for me, 'kay?”

“yay.” a little smile bloomed in your face and satoru chuckled, finding you so unbearably endearing.

and so, for you, he ventured out to the closest 24-hour convenience store, picking up some ice cream mochi along with other treats to replenish your stock, before teleporting back home.

he was expecting that you'd still be all sulky while waiting for him, but instead, he found you peacefully asleep, hogging his pillow.

each breath that caused your chest to rise and fall made you appear all the more vulnerable and soft in his eyes.

you looked so irrevocably precious to him. his sweet little wife... in that moment, satoru felt like he was the luckiest man alive, getting to have you as his.

“you naughty girl.” he let out an amused laugh before reclaiming his spot next to you. the hold you had over him— you made him go through the cold night air, and now you were monopolizing his pillow and he had to resume sleeping without one at all.

and yet all he could feel was love. for you and your baby, as he pulled you close to his chest.

“both of you sure love teaming up against me, huh?”

[adoralineangel]

—AFTER HOURS

drew starkey smut

content warnings— 18+ mdni, afab!reader, strong language, explicit sexual content (handjob, unprotected sex, drew being a boob guy?), not proofread

drew inhales deeply as you press yourself down, immensely aware of how your cheeks are flushed and your breath uneven. you let your fingers roam down his chest, revealing his bare hip bone and the line of sandy brown hair that travels all the way down to his hard cock.

slipping your fingers down a bit lower, you graze over the rigid vein of his cock. a strangled moan leaves drew's puffy lips, his body instantly tenses.

"christ—" he groans as you tighten your hand's grip, teasingly moving from his base to his tip, using his precum as lubricant.

drew hates it when you tease— quickly reaching forward to grab your thighs, he urges you to move closer. a shiver runs down your spine from his possessive grip, letting him easily move you.

now straddling him, with your knees pressed against the mattress and on both sides of his hips— you can feel all of him, hot and hard.

drew's eyes rake over your bare skin, your soft tits resting in front of his face. he leans in, wrapping his lips around one of your pebbled nipples licking and sucking.

"fuck," you moan, your hand moving from his cock to his hair as you grip onto the soft strands.

drew moans around your tits, his hips arching deeper, pressing just right against your clit.

you pull away quick enough to replace your tits with your mouth, your tongue darting out and deepening the kiss. drew's tongue immediately matches yours, moaning. you swallow them all, the roughness of his stubble deliciously scratching your lips.

drew breaks the kiss, giving himself enough time to hastily push his cock into your cunt. letting out a guttural groan, his head falls back against the headboard as you fully sink yourself onto him, taking him in completely. a gasp leaves your mouth, you feel so full of him.

his hands digs into your hips, guiding your movements as he chokes out, "fuck," his eyes full blown of desire.

you lean forward, your breasts against his chest as you start to move. you slightly lift your hips, beginning a slow and purposeful rhythm. drew eagerly meets your movements, with his hands guiding your hips, his breath against your neck.

"mmgh, fuck drew—" you moan, letting him take control as he thrusts up into you.

moaning at the sound of his name, drew lifts his head and finds the crook of your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses until his lips were next to your ears.

"You feel so good," he groans, his voice deep. his hands that are still on your hips tighten, moving you faster as his thrusts get harder.

one of drew's hands leaves your hips, coming up to tangle into your hair as he continues his hard thrusts that have you moaning out incoherent babbles.

"right— right there! oh fuck!" you whine, holding onto his broad shoulders as he takes you the way he wants.

drew groans, his movements never faltering. he adjusts the angle, his hips moving even more purposefully, knowing that he can find the spot that makes you crazy. "feels good, yeah? you like that?" he asks, his voice strained.

"mhm, yes, yes!" you whimper, pleasure quickly overwhelming your senses, and you can feel the familiar heat pool inside your belly. unable to hold your head up any longer, your left cheek finds his— the roughness of his stubble makes it almost unbearable.

your legs are trembling, unable to keep up with his brutal rhythm. drew's grip on you tighens, his fingers digging into your hips as he sets a faster and deeper pace than before. you could feel him in your gut, every thrust sending you closer and closer to the brink of your orgasm.

"baby, shit— gonna f'cking cum," drew groans, his movements becoming sloppy. he was close, you could feel it in the way he moved inside of you.

"drew— please...please cum in me! i need it, need 's so bad!" you whine, your needy words igniting him as he brutally slams his thick cock into your tight pussy.

"g'nna fill you up, yeah?" his words are purposeful and undeniably going to make you cum from that alone.

his words were your undoing, the band in your belly snapping as your orgasm washes over you from head to toe. with your nails digging into his shoulders, your head falling back, a broken whimper leaves your lips.

your orgasm sets his off, causing drew to tense as he thrusts one last time— releasing warm cum deep inside of you.

you couldn't move, barely able to form one coherent thought. your mind only consisting on how fucking lucky you were that you had a man who knew how to properly fuck you. with his sticky cum leaking from your pussy and sweat that rested on your forehead, you know you'd let this man do whatever he wanted with you.

[saetiate]

itoshi sae x f!reader smut. portal sex, lowk witchcraft (sigils drawn that mean the toy he fucks into = your pussy basically). p in v. not representative of real toys at all, this is very much fantasy. word count: 1.5k author's note: this is fucking deranged tbh but also very hot and different from the usual poetry of lovemaking i usually write. wrote this so horny that i feel like i should apologize or something

There's a sex toy in Sae's hand.

The term "pocket pussy" itself fills him with disgust. There's a strange symbol on the back of it, which he presumes is just the company's logo. Who is he to judge the branding of a sex company.

He presses his thumb to the entrance of the toy, tracing around the labia. It's surprisingly detailed, even the pearl of a clit lays right at the top, as if eager and waiting. It's almost…

He thumbs it curiously, only to be met with hardened plastic.

He doesn't know what he expected.

This really isn't him at all. Frankly, the sales associate was pushing this onto him way too hard. But he's not going to fault someone for doing their job, and she seemed like she really needed the commission; purchasing it was more like a favor to her.

But now he's in his bathroom, and he's cleaned the item inside and out, sterilized and soaped and dried. There's a little dispenser for putting in water-based lubricant, which he does have lying around. Something to make it more realistic, is what the salesperson said. Doesn't change the fact that it's just a plastic toy in his opinion, but he presumes most people are imagining someone in particular when they use it.

Sae doesn't have anyone. So he pours just a little bit of the lubricant in.

This is stupid. He thinks it even as he lays down in his bed, toy in hand. He's never been into dating or hooking up, but it really has been a long time.

~

This is stupid.

You're holding an image of a sigil in one hand, the witch that called you into your store and gave it to you (with insistence on payment immediately, might you add) said if you drew this on the back of your panties, you'd meet the love of your life!. Which, sure. You presume it's something about bodily fluids and the drawing. What do you know about sex magic?

So what if you grabbed a pair of old underwear and a marker, and started copying the sigil. It's been forever since you've last dated. You'll at least try it once. And then you can toss them to the side with a scoff and an obvious "that did nothing". You gotta try it before you kick it, right?

You lay down in bed and stare at the ceiling, the moon outside rotating over the sky.

And then you feel it, a sensation over your clit. Something light. A trick of the wind, maybe. But it's pointed enough to rock you out of your sleep. It's like a finger is tracing over either side of your pussy, dipping just slightly into your folds.

This is way more than you expected. You almost want to take off your sleep shorts just to check on the sigil, because what the actual fuck? Are you dreaming right now? But then you feel the sensation of something entering you, and it's big — much bigger than anything you've been used to. It stretches and aches but somehow doesn't hurt, like you've been prepped. And it's —

Holy fuck, it feels incredible.

The cock feels like it sinks into your pussy perfectly, running against your g-spot and pressing against your cervix. It's warm and hot inside of you and it thrusts slowly, inch by inch pressing into you over and over again and you're reminded of how long it's been since you've felt something like this. So full and whole and yet you don't know if you've ever had it this good.

The slow pace has you begging for him to speed up, even as the head of it moves and presses against every spot perfectly. At the end of every thrust, the tip presses to your cervix, and your mind goes completely blank. It grinds there for a moment almost knowingly, until your back arches and your hands grip the pillows tight.

~

It's so wet, around his cock, dripping down his member. He swears he only added a little bit of the lubricant, has half a mind to check the little cartridge if he wasn't doubling down with the way it tightens around his cock.

"F-Fuck," he can't help but swear as his hands press against either side of the toy like he would around someone's waist, fingertips that would create indents in someone's skin.

It squeezes him so, so, tight. And then it gets even wetter. Like —

Like someone's having an orgasm around his cock.

What- he doesn't even have time to process. His mind is reeling and he hisses between gritted teeth as the pussy becomes a vice around his member. It's so, so tight and warm and wet and it feels like a miracle he manages to fuck through it the entire time.

And then it relaxes. And he finally feels like he can breathe.

He pulls the toy closer to him, until the pussy presses right against the base of his cock. Feels the way the wetness drips all over him, the squelch of it audible, how it almost jerks uncontrollably around him. He doesn't know what the hell this function is but he knows if this was a real person, the reaction would make him chuckle. He presses down onto the top of the toy like he would someone's lower back —

And then he's slamming into it much faster than before. Pulls it down on him over and over again

~

You have never orgasmed from just penetration before, and yet this — this was insane. There's just one problem.

You still feel so wholly, incredibly full.

You came. You came. Whatever sex magic this is, shouldn't it end there? When bodily fluids meet the sigil? And yet you feel yourself get even fuller, like your hips are right against someone else's.

You find yourself falling uncontrollably, face-down and ass-up against your bed, as the thrusts get faster and faster. You're moaning against the sheets, mind so fucked out you can barely think.

And then you feel it. That sensation over your clit.

~

Sae wonders —

He touches the clit where he knows it's located, an engorged pearl that feels so much more nimble from the last time he tried touching it. He can't see it, so he can't tell for sure that it looks different, but what he does know is the way the pussy tightens around him immediately as he touches it. He runs his thumb in a circle over it and it's like the walls around his cock spasm, finds himself playing with it just to feel

And then something strange happens.

Sae doesn't have anyone. He doesn't have anyone to imagine. And yet he finds himself so clearly seeing hair splayed against the sheets, skin under his hands, can hear pretty gasps and moans falling from a mouth.

It drives him crazy. He wants to press his chest to your back, skin to skin. Lay a kiss over your shoulder and make you come on command. Wants to hold you up by your jaw so he can watch your face when you come.

"Oh, fuck," he says to no one, hair falling in his face from the sweat that drips down with the wetness over his cock. And then he comes hard, like vertigo, mind tilting at its axis as he spills into the pussy.

~

You're begging. You don't know for what, or what for, or who to, but your hands grip the sheets so tight that little crescent moon indents start to form through the material and onto your palm. The stimulation inside you and against your clit has your head heady and in the clouds and you're seconds away from having another orgasm.

That's when you see it, like a vision through a mist. You look over your shoulder like there might actually be someone there and see teal eyes like tumbled glass, wisps of red-brown hair. You can feel hands gripped tightly against your waist, slamming you back down onto him. A deep moan that makes white-hot sparks of satisfaction run up your spine.

You come shortly after, and it feels like you're coming around a hard cock and that has you dialed up even further, your open mouth pressed against the bed. You want to catch his face as he comes, you think you do almost barely through the corner of your eye, through the haze of your own orgasm as his thrust get sloppy and something wet spurts inside of you.

What?

When you press your fingers under the cloth and against your own pussy, there's nothing there but your essence. And yet you can feel it, the way it drips down, unable to be contained between your pussy squeezing around his cock. You gasp and moan as he seems to finally finish inside of you, working through your overstimulation with a few short thrusts.

Heavy breaths fill the air as clarity finally comes to your senses, the fog of lust and magic starting to ebb. You've soaked the bed with sweat, slick dripping down your cunt to the point it's started to slick down your inner thigh.

You'll meet the love of your life. You're not sure if this really counts as a meeting.

i have a rin version coming too btw :> just gotta go thru some last minute edits

[carlmipololo]

Guess.

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

Smut, oral sex f!receiving, fingering, car sex, semi public(? clothed eating out and all that jazz. Based on Guess by Charli XCX and Billie Eilish.

Sexuality was something you hadn't explored much, but if you knew something it was that girls were definitely your treat, not that guys weren't attractive to you, but there was something way more appealing about women than men to you.

You had told this to your best friend, except you decided not to let him know about the guys, the young Grimes was accepting of you, how could he not be? You were his best friend, but the disappointment was inevitable for him. Everyone knew, everyone except you, who was oblivious to Carl's obvious interest in you, he was pretty hormonal, and you were pretty, oh hell, he'd be lying if he said he didn't think you were the hottest girl around for him. He'd be lying if he said he had never found himself with his hand down his pants after letting his mind linger on the thought of you bending down to pick something up way longer than it should.

Carl was a hormonal mess. And so were you.

Going on runs was something you did pretty often, and while you waited for Rosita, Tara and Eugene in the van Carl and you came up with something to keep yourselves entertained.

"Okay, so, guessing each other's underwear color? Sounds easy." Of course it was easy, Carl would never suggest something he knew he couldn't win easily.

"Yeah, pretty easy, right? Take your guess, ladies first." He says, trying to keep a straight face, to not let his lips curve up in the cocky grin he was holding back, trying not to give himself away.

You hummed while thinking, you had seen the color of the elastic on Carl's boxers before, it couldn't be that hard, right?

"I'll go with grey. Are they grey?"

Carl chuckled as he shakes his head, amused. "Nope, try again."

After your fair share of tries and repeatedly getting it wrong you were done, letting out a frustrated huff, which was just amusing him even more, a big grin plastered on those pretty lips of his, you had to admit, he was hot when he acted this cocky, but he was also annoying.

"Okay Carl, then why don't you guess the color of mine?"

That was all he wanted to hear, he took his time, leaning in closer, his hot breath against your skin as he whispered in your ear. "I don't have to guess the color of your underwear, I saw it as soon as you sat down."

You gasp, your breath stuck in your throat as soon as he says that, his attitude finally making sense, you wanted to be angry, of course you did, but you couldn't help the way his demeanor and closeness was making you hot, you couldn't help the way your panties sticks to your aching pussy as your slickness wets them.

"What color are they then?" Your voice was way shakier than you intended, and Carl was enjoying it, his hands trailing their way up your thighs. Was he being way too impulsive right now? Of course, he knew he was. Were his hormones allowing him to stop and think it through? Hell no.

"Pink lace, quite pretty by the way... I know you like girls but..." His soft lips brush against your ear, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "You know I'd hit it, right?"

His voice is soft and husky as he says that, his hands sneaking under the hem of your shorts, feeling the warm skin, his lips trailing down to your neck, you couldn't help it, you wanted him to keep going, and the way your hands were gripping at his flannel gave it away.

"Carl...?"

He hums softly in response, his lips latched to your neck, soft kisses and occasional suction that drew pretty moans out your lips. "Want me to stop?"

Your head shakes almost frantically, not wanting him to stop at all, his grin widens against your neck as he lets go of your thighs, one of his hands moving your shorts to the side, his fingers finding your clothed clit, rubbing tiny firm circles over it, earning a myriad of moans from you, already sensitive and responsive.

He can't bite back the smirk on his lips as he lets go of your neck, his lips finding yours quickly, his mouth devouring yours, tongues dancing with each other as he slides his fingers under your wet underwear, sliding a finger inside you. Basically devouring every single moan he coaxes out of you, a second finger adding shortly after as he pumps them in and out, his thumb rubbing over your bundle of nerves to add to the feeling even more.

Carl sucks on your tongue gently, breaking the kiss and taking his fingers out as soon as he senses you're getting close, gummy walls clenching around his fingers continuously. "Why did you stop?" Your voice is breathless and shaky, and he loves he's the cause of it, he shows you the two fingers he previously had inside of you, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he licks them clean, drunken by the taste of your juices. "So fuckin' good, I need to taste you for real."

The cowboy quickly makes his way down to your legs, kissing at your thighs and nibbling on them gently as he props your legs open and over his shoulders, wet lips and tiny love bites being imprinted on your inner thighs as he finally faces your clothed pussy, he takes in the scent, so tempting, he's the hardest he's ever been, but he tries brushing it off and focus on you, his hand moving the shorts away, but he leaves you panties in place, admiring the wet patch on them that makes the baby pink fabric slightly translucent, drawing out the outline of your folds.

"M'gonna make you feel good, pretty girl."

His voice is husky as he leans into you, pressing a soft kiss over your clothed clit, making you jolt as a shiver runs down your spine, he holds your hips down with his hands, a low laugh from him rumbling through your folds as he starts making out with your clothed cunt, tongue lapping at the fabric that sticks to you, now wet in your slickness and his spit, the feeling is enough to have you gaping, gasping for air as he pleases you over your clothes, hands reaching for his hair as you watch the windows of the van fog lightly, back arching slightly as your cheeks become reddened and eyes look glazy.

Carl decides to finally give into his own temptation, moving the panties to the side and finally tasting you fully, his tongue tracing a line up your slit before he starts lapping at your wet cunt relentlessly, making your eyes roll back as you tighten your hold on his hair, mumbling sweet nothings into the air as you whimper in a way that makes Carl almost come in his pants as he hears you, loving the way you taste on his mouth.

"C-Carl, I'm close..."

His tongue keeps moving as you say that, sucking gently on your clit, knowing that he wants to make a mess out of you, to make you come undone under his touch in such a way you will never want anyone else to do those things to you, so he quickly inserts his two fingers again, curving them up to search for your G spot, finding it easily as you almost scream the moment he presses on it, shaky hands tugging at his hair, he continues eating you out like it was his last chance to do it ever, enjoying every single second of it as he fingers you, coaxing your walls open each time you tighten around him, knowing you're about to cum in his mouth.

"C'mon pretty girl, come for me."

He whispers and quickly dips his tongue back into your folds, relishing in the feeling of your body squirming and arching under his touch as you finally come hard, a loud moan leaving your lips as you close your eyes, mind completely blank, Carl is quick to drink your juices, the ones he earned with his own mouth and fingers, he gently takes his fingers out of you and fixes your panties and shorts back to normal, smiling at how fucked out you look, so pretty because of him.

"The color of my underwear, the ones you couldn't guess, wanna find out later?"

"Bet."

He smiles at you, leaning in for a quick kiss, making you look presentable again before the others return, sitting back straight again as the rest of the little group gets back inside the van, Tara looks back at you both, smiling, "Did you guys get bored waiting? It took us longer than we thought." Carl shakes his head quickly, a satisfied smirk on his face. "What did you do to entertain yourselves?"

"A little guessing game, it can be way more entertaining than you think."

I'm dead

Tags: @crxssbowcarl @lunarnightt @carlsangel @aurasplanet @herrera2k @hiro--aoki @girlthatsinsane

[fanaticsnail]

Dreaming of You

Series Masterlist

Word Count: total 2,600+

Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. NSFW, mdni, 18+

Themes: Red Hair Pirates, gn!afab!reader, wet dreams, same reader different ending, Shanks, Beckman, Hongo, mdni, NSFW, smut, 18+

Notes: Happy birthday @loganwritesprobably! I wanted to give you some Beckman for your birthday, but he's always got his crew with him. I hope you enjoy this edition for the series!

“Ah, ah, ah,” his voice rasped out, slowly drawing his hand to hold the base of your neck, coaxing your head further down his shaft as your lips formed a perfect ring around him, “All the way. There you go.” He felt his mushroomed tip press at the back of your throat, head lulling back as he gave over to the pleasure you invoked by swallowing around him.

Bobbing your head up and down, he peeked out of the corner of his eye the position he had you in. Laying over his lap, completely bare as you knelt by his right thigh, forearms pinned beneath his legs and lips wrapped around his cock. He had effectively had you trapped in position, cunt leaking while he coaxed you down to make a mess of his cock with your mouth.

As he felt you come up for a reprive if air, he stroked along your spine towards your ass. Back arched in a perfect bow as you swirled your tongue over his tip, he drew down his hand in a firm clap against your left ass cheek. Yelping out, you again began bobbing your head up and down to pump his shaft with your lips. Pressing your thighs together, your hands twitched beneath his thighs as you rocked against the hand on your ass in a bid to get him to touch you.

“Oh,” he chuckled, leaning down and taking a glimpse of your cunt pulsing around nothing, “Oh, you want me to touch you, huh?” He drew his hand over the round of your ass, soothing the skin before raising it and striking it down once more. “Show me how much you want my touch.”

Immediately, you coughed and spluttered around his cock as you messily slurped at a rapid pace. Tears began to sting in your eyes from your gag reflex reacting, whining and vibrating your throat around his shaft while you held onto the underside of his thigh to anchor yourself further against him. Loud, messy, and sloppy motions against his cock had groans rolling freely from his lips. He thrust up in time with your motions, dipping his hand between your folds and gathering the slick at your entrance.

“That's good,” he praised you, slowly sinking in his middle finger past the first notch of his knuckle, “Doing such a good job for me.” He sunk his finger past the second notch, turning it within you gently while groaning out at the heat. Easily sliding in a second finger beside it, he spread your pussy apart with his index finger and pinky, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit each time you bobbed down on his cock.

You whined around his shaft, gulping around his cock and eagerly continuing your rapid pace. He could feel the flutters of your cunt sucking him in, causing his own release to teeter on the edge. The slick sounds of your silky pussy sucking in his hand harmonized alongside the crude squelching of your mouth meeting his pubic hair on every down stroke. Each motion caused him to feel more at the precipice of euphoria.

His balls sucked up into his guts, feeling his stomach bind in a harsh knot. He increased the amount of pressure to your clit, tapping and swirling it in a harsh rapidity as your flutters got more frantic.

“You better not waste a drop,” he warned you, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as his cock began to dribble beads of sticky precum into your throat, “Swallow it. Ngghm, fuck-!”

As his eyes opened, he was met with the sight of his cabin roof. Laying flat on his back, no sight of you to behold. A dream, a facade, an illusion of your body causing him the pleasure in fantasy as his body reacted in reality.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-!” he immediately flung his blankets off his lap and gathered the closest discarded shirt or scrap of material he could. His cock began twitching, his untouched eruption coming into full fruition as he exploded in ecstasy. Hot spurts of cum shot into the air before he managed to catch it in a piece of material, sticking to his stomach and dripping down his shaft to pool beneath him.

His cock danced in rhythmic bursts, still clinging onto the falsified memory within his mind as each viscous rope shot out from the smaller slit. Slumping back on his pillow, he scrunched his eyes tightly shut, uttering a single word.

“Fuck.”

Red Haired Shanks

Glancing down at his shaft bobbing and twitching, the final spurts of his release bubbling past the tip and catching on his crotch, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

A wet dream? Something as juvenile as a wet dream? And about you, of all the people he could've dominated: you. The thoughts swirl on in his mind, replaying his favorite moments in his head on a loop while his cock twitches in interest.

His spirits were as high as they had ever been while laughing at his own mess. Drawing up his shirt from the floor he desperately reached for earlier, he mopped himself up and discarded the shirt beside him in his wicker hamper. Laying on his back, he fixed his eyes on the roof of the red force while he grinned to himself.

A spectral visit from the Red Force’s chronicler: charged for keeping the crew on their routine, and exceptionally good at doing as such, was granted to him this night. The dance you played for him was a perfect reflection to how he would have you if given the opportunity. You were someone he had his good and bad eye on for some time, and now his mind had began to play tricks on him in his desperation for you.

Rolling over in his bed, he considered his options from this point on. He could simply walk up to you at the breakfast table and give you a play by play about it, sparing no detail and watching if your eyes go wide and sparkle with interest. He could keep the image to himself, using it when he needed a little bit of focus to tip over the edge without a playmate in his quarters, singing sweet praises of your name into his shoulder while he cums. Or he could put the image out of his mind entirely, forget it ever happened and attempt to move on.

“Sh-Shanks-!” your muffled voice echoed alongside the sloppy noises of your head bobbing up and down his shaft, “Shanks I'm gonna-!”

The red haired pirate immediately rolled onto his back, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow as his hand began to snake down his happy trail to his already hardening cock. The flushed tip still dribbled with the memory of his overnight visitor: you in your glory with your lips muffling out incomprehensible babbles while greedily slurping on his cock. Picturing this new one with your cheek flush with his, hot breath on his neck, whining and keening through your bliss while your pussy pulses with the rhythmic contractions of your ecstasy-.

“-Oh, stars,” Shanks whispered out in a breathy exhale as a smaller release erupted over his palm and trickled down his fingertips. Pleasure shot through his abdomen and twitching his cock as he pumped himself through the waves of euphoria rising throughout his body. Panting and rolling over onto his side, he reached for a towel and drew it down to the mess currently spreading to pool beneath him.

Shanks let out a small chuckle before sighed remorsefully. With a deep furrow in his brows, he began to immediately chastise himself for using you as the masterpiece within his mind's eye. He began cleaning over his shaft and down to his balls with the towel, all the while swearing a solemn promise in every motion.

“I'll make it up to you,” he whispered, gently speaking your name while he cleaned, “I'll make it up to you. I swear.”

Benn Beckman

Immediately, Beckman flung himself from his bed feeling violated by his thoughts. A cruel shudder rang through his body with those final moments ricocheting over his every pore. Sweat beaded at his temple as he looked at his bed as if it was made from flame and stinging needles as opposed to his cabin quarters.

“No,” he shook his head at the intrusive thoughts and fought them off, “No. Not you. Not like this.” He fought with his inner turmoil at the thought before strengthening his resolve and moving towards the door.

Scurrying with his sleep trousers flooding down his leg, a fresh pair flung over his shoulder with a towel, and a deepening grimace over his face, he made haste towards the crew bathroom and flung open the door. A trio of stalls for privacy between crewmates with wooden doors latching was on the leftmost corner, and to the rear was a large ovular bath able to comfortably seat five at once. The Red Force was a comfortable ship made for sailing at long lengths between ports, and the bathroom was one such luxury.

As Benn Beckman stepped into a booth, the shower beside his switched on and began to flood the room with steam. A small hum fled the lips of his shower-mate, immediately causing crescent shaped welts to form in Beckman’s palms by how hard his grip was forming.

“Chronicler,” Beckman gently rasped out with a small amount of laziness found in his tone. Your hum halted while you cheerily chirped out your greeting to him in return.

“First-Mate,” you retorted in the same manner, “And here I thought I'd have the bathroom to myself for once at this hour.” Beckman chuckled at your small aire of disappointment, only succeeding in raising a laugh of your own beside him.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

That question halted his reach for his pants as he dragged the hem over his hips and down his Adonis belt. With stuttering fingers, he hastily freed himself of the cotton material before kicking them to the edge of the booth and stepping beneath the warming water. Quickly dampening his face with the rapid flurry of water, Beckman rinsed his cotton-mouth from slumber and replied back.

“You could say that, yeah,” his voice crooned with the languid drawl of the morning, “Just not been sleepin’ as good as the rest.”

“I get it,” you admit as a few pumps and squirts from the bottle beside you fell into your hands, “We've been at sea for a while. All the faces, the same. The sea, the same. The food, unfortunately, the same. Roux tries his best to keep it interesting, but ‘brown stew’ can only be eaten so many times before my brain starts to fry.” The scent of orange peel and licorice wafted from the stand beside him, immediately swelling the mind of Benn Beckman.

He found his mind falling back into the fantasy his mind concocted of you eagerly sucking on his cock while he teased and spanked your ass, fingers slipping into your pussy and drawing out those choked sputters while he had you at his mercy. The feeling of your lips on his skin, the caress of your plush heat in his hand, the warmth of your throat taking him in-.

-He peered down at his hand, moving against his will and pumping along his cock while the other caressed his broad chest to pinch at his nipples. Shaking his head frantically, he removed his hands as if his body had burnt him and immediately stepped beneath the water. Rinsing his hair, his face, his ears, his body, he couldn't hear what you said clearly from the stall beside him.

“Sorry, head was under,” Beckman apologized with honesty, “Mind repeatin’ that?”

“I said, Benn Beckman, and please don't tell the others this,” you pleaded with a small chuckle, “I think we've all got cabin fever. I had the weirdest dream that I was fucking some crew members, and we all know that I absolutely wouldn't do that.” Beckman's hands halted their wash as you continued, “I think my mind has run away with me, using what's around me to create some kind of plot to keep it interesting. Just a bit crap that I'm left high and dry in the morning, is all.”

Taking a few moments pause to contemplate exactly what you were informing him, he inhaled before releasing an exhale with a groan hinted on his breath.

“It’s not my place to judge anyone on what shapes their dreams take,” Beckman nodded honestly while leaning against the adjoining wall where you were beside him, “And I get it. It's all the same at the moment. Next port is in a couple more weeks, we just gotta keep strong until then.”

“Aye, sir,” you uttered softly. The tap creaked off in the shower beside him at the same time Beckman did the same. As you both stepped out into the tiled hall, you both looked at the bath before looking at each other. In the silence, Beckman shook his head before looking at his toes sheepishly. Raising his head, he met your eyes with his own while both reaching the same conclusion.

“Do you want to have a bath together-?”

“-Just to keep things interesting?”

Both of you burst out into laughter before moving to the large bath. Removing your towels and stepping into the water, you and Beckman enjoyed swapping stories to break the routine of the norm, dreams but a whisper in the fictitious wind fleeing in every moment spent beside one another.

Hongo

All through his routine, his face did not change from a deep scowl mixing with complete and utter confusion. Waking himself fully up, in the shower room, at the breakfast table, in his office, back to the mess hall, taking the watch shift in the crows nest: the scowl never left his face as all thoughts eclipsed him of the night prior.

“A wet dream?” He asked himself, offended while looking down at his waistband, “I had a fucking wet dream?” He spat in disdain as his verbalised recollection fled through his mind.

Imagery began to roll from his body of the motions your spectral form made against his, halting as soon as he heard your tangible laugh below by the ropes. The smile he fictitiously fucked with his throat in his mind's eye was gracing the presence of Building Snake as he joked with you. Glancing over his glasses, Building Snake gave you a gentle shove and took the ropes from your hands in a bid to remove you if your duties for the day. Just as Hongo tried to glance away, you caught his eye from your position down below.

“Oi, doctor! Need a hand on watch?” You yelled with your hand cupping the left-hand side of your mouth, “Building Snake’s taking over deck duty, so I'm free.” Hongo shook his head as he found his smile slowly creeping up his cheek.

“You're free because you're overworked, chronicler,” Hongo mirrored your sentiment with his own hand curving around the edge of his lips, “Go to bed, read a book or something.” When he met your eyes once more, he saw that fire that meant for nothing but trouble as you took ahold of the ropes margining the top mast. Slowly beginning your climb, he scooched aside to make room beside him as your head popped through the latch.

“Shove,” you nodded your head towards the doctor, “I'm just-.”

“-Trying to do anything except go to sleep, I know the feeling,” Hongo closed his eyes and shook his head. Turning his chin onto the horizon, he reopened his eyes and looked out onto the open sea, “I know the feeling, intimately.” Now drawn beside him, you both took an elongated inhale and released a heavy exhale in unison.

“Rough night?” Your voice drew him away from his thoughts and to your side. Hazel eyes found your form, trying as they might to not see the position they placed you in last night in lieu of you before them. Hongo shook his head and upticked his forlorn smile.

“Just hanging on ‘til we get to port, is all. It's been… it's just been…”

Moving closer to him, you nudge his shoulder with your own and draw into a more familial and comfortable position. As you braced his body with your own, he leaned back into your touch and sighed out while watching the sea in its repetitive stasis. Friendship and comradery was the foremost rapport between you and the crew. Hongo was no different, and simply dwelling beside the doctor and offering him support in the ways you know how came naturally to offer him that friendship you had together.

“Next port, doc,” you nodded beside him, “First round is on me. I feel like we just need it after the time we've spent at sea.”

“The one thereafter is mine,” Hongo continued to train his steely eyes on the ocean, picturing the way he held you on his lap in his mind's eye and how natural it truly felt to hold you by his side like this, and nodded with a more genuine smile drawing to his features. “We'll need it, I think. Lots of electrolytes and water through the night, but absolutely a drink or two.”

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