#i feel like I’ve been so focused on how far away my show is and being sad about not getting m&g

[blossoms-phan]

radical conceptussy: dan continues the tradition of tour film dumps. they post ig stories all the time, but film dumps are few and rare, one for every month or so or general area of the tour. think about the wad tour dumps: pictures are a mix of silly fun travels, solo moments before and after shows, and soft pretty moments, captured lovingly by crew and friends. except this time, they’re touring together. this is dan and phil “all grown up”. how open is the door going to be? think about all the devastating moments we’ve experienced in the last few months, but add the fact that phil essentially said they dgaf and he wants to live life to the fullest and not take anything for granted. this tour is going to be sooooo different and life changing for us as phannies y’all I can feel it in my bones. anyways back to the photos I had the clearest vision of the softest most adorable picture of them cuddled up together sleeping on the tour bus chucked into the middle one of those dumps casually because it’s not the craziest thing and I could definitely see them saying fuck it and deciding to share something like that. much to think about

[ripcupid]

hiiii I have a request

Can you write Sevika x fem!reader whose insecure about having a large labia minora? Lots of body worship + praise 💗💗💗 big labia girlies are never rlly represented n it breaks my heart, but only write it if ur comfy Ofc!!!

୨୧ I feel like this mostly focused on body worship, it just has lots of compliments ngl

୨୧ word count : 1.8k

୨୧ also thank y’all sm for over 2,000 notes on my last 2 fics I’ve been bother my bsf abt it sm.

“Come on, baby,” Sevika calls out before plopping down on the edge of the bed, waiting for you. You reluctantly walk out of the bathroom, Sevika's eyes trailing over your dress as you stand shy before her.

"I don't think I like it, Sev," you mumble, brushing down the fabric nervously, unable to meet her eyes as she stares at you.

"C'mere, baby," Sevika beckons softly, trying to hide the smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as you step closer.

She pulls you down onto her thigh and wraps her arms around you, her face buried in your neck, kissing softly as she whispers, "I think you look so pretty, far too pretty for anyone else to see."

Your cheeks flush at her words, chuckling softly as warmth spreads through you at the feeling of her hands roaming over your thighs and her lips trailing gentle kisses along your jawline.

"Thank you, Sevi," you murmur, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in front of you, feeling embarrassed as you meet Sevika's eyes for a second before looking away shyly.

"Maybe we should just skip the gala and stay here tonight," she suggests, her voice low as she whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nod, your breathing growing heavier as you get lost in the sound of her voice and the feeling of her touch. "Yeah, does that sound good?"

"Yes," you breathe out softly, clinging onto her bicep as she nuzzles into your neck, the scent of your perfume clouding her senses. You can feel her smirk against your skin as she kisses your jaw, moving her lips to meet yours in a deep and passionate kiss.

As the kiss deepens, you wrap your arms around her neck, pressing your body closer to hers. Sevika's hand slides up your back, her human hand holding your face gently, while her mechanical hand rests on the curve of your ass, groping you possessively. You can't help but melt against her lips, whining softly as she pulls away, leaving you pouting and wanting more.

"Don't do that," she whispers in the small space, her gray eyes locking with yours as she strokes your cheek. Sevika's thumb brushes against your lips making you feel vulnerable as she stares at your parted lips.

"I wanna see all of you, baby," she murmurs, flicking her eyes back up to yours. You shiver under her intense gaze, slowly getting off her lap and facing the mirror as she sits behind you, her hand sliding down your legs.

Sevika stands up behind, tracing up the zipper of your dress with her fingertips, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers, "Let me show you how pretty you are."

You feel a rush of excitement and nervousness as she slowly begins to unzip your dress, the anticipation building with each passing moment. You nervously bite down on your lip, your face burning as Sevika pushes the dress off your shoulders, revealing your skin to the cool air of the room.

As the dress falls to the floor, Sevika bites her lip, her eyes roaming over your exposed body before locking yours through the mirror. "Don't be so shy," she chuckles, moving on to quickly undo your bra and letting it fall to the ground.

"This is kinda embarrassing, Sev," you mumble, curling in on yourself slightly. Sevika's soft laughter fills the room as she brushes back your hair to expose your neck, planting a gentle kiss on your skin.

"Just relax and let me make you feel so fucking good," she whispers, walking you over and onto the bed, pulling your back against her chest, "You know I can, baby." Her hands cup your tits, kneading them gently as she leans in to kiss your neck, sucking lightly on your skin.

You close your eyes and let out the sweetest whimper as she pinches and pulls on the sensitive buds, rolling her thumbs over to soothe them. Sevika rests her chin on your shoulder, her warm breath fanning against your ear as she whispers, "Open those eyes, baby," she commands softly, "look at me."

You comply, making her smile as you meet her gaze in the mirror. "I want you to watch me, okay?" she murmurs, "I'll stop if you look away."

"Okay," you breathe out, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. Sevika chuckles softly when she catches your eager movements, her human hand sliding down your stomach before stopping just above where you need her most.

"Good girl," she praises, her voice low and husky. "Now, spread those legs for me." You nibble on your bottom lip, feeling the dampness between your legs grow as Sevika squeezes your thighs gently.

"C'mon," she coaxes, "let me see you." Your breathing hitches as you slowly part your legs, shivering as the cool air hits your covered cunt, making you ache for her touch. Sevika's eyes darken as she takes in the sight before her, a wicked grin playing on her lips.

"Oh, baby," she groans, her fingers trailing lightly along your inner thighs. You shy away from the mirror, unable to look at yourself as Sevika cups core, slowly rubbing you through your ruined panties.

You twitch in her grasp as she lands a light smack your cunt, making your thighs close around her hand as you let out a choked moan. "Eyes," she commands, waiting for you to meet her gaze before continuing.

You meet her eyes and spread your legs again, unable to stop yourself from glancing down at how Sevika's hand easily covers your cunt.

"Good girl," she coos, placing her legs over yours to pin them open before pulling aside your ruined panties. She slides her fingers through your slick folds, causing you to gasp each time she swipes over your aching clit.

Sevika's eyes focus on your dripping cunt, humming in satisfaction as she feels your arousal coat her fingers. "My girl has such a pretty pussy, doesn't she?" she whispers, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she begins to slowly circle your clit with her fingers.

You nod dumbly, barely registering her words as you grind your clit against her hand, feeling your cunt clenching around nothing but the air. Sevika smirks, clearly enjoying the effect she has on you.

"I love your pussy, you know that, baby?" she teases, wrapping her mechanical arm around your waist to hold you still as you squirm helplessly beneath her touch. "I could play with her all night if you'd let me." You moan in response, feeling a rush of arousal surge through you at her words.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Sevika whispers in your ear, noticing the way your hips falter against her hand at the suggestion. You can't help drop your head against her shoulder, your breath coming in short gasps as she continues to rub circles on your clit.

"Yes please," you breathe out, becoming putty in her hands and willing to agree to anything she wants as long as it means she'll let you cum. Sevika chuckles softly, looking down at you on her shoulder with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes.

"So cute when you like this," she murmurs before leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, making you moan into her mouth as she increases the pressure on your swollen clit.

You reach up to tangle your fingers in her hair, desperately trying to hold onto her as you try to kiss her back. "P-please," you whimper against her lips, your voice breaking with need, "Please I need more."

Sevika smirks, pulling back slightly to see you. Her fingers slide lower to tease your entrance, feeling how your cunt tries to suck her in. "You want this?" she asks, slowly pushing a finger inside you, making you gasp and arch your back in response.

"Oh fuck yes," you moan, grabbing onto her wrist for support, your eyes fluttering shut as she begins to slowly pump her finger in and out of you, adding another finger as she watches you writhe against her touch.

"Eyes, baby," she reminds, slowing her fingers till they're barely moving, making you whimper in frustration before you look back at the mirror. Your reflection shows your flushed cheeks and parted lips, pretty moans slipping from them as you watch her fingers disappear inside you.

"Aren't you just so fucking cute?" Sevika groans, bringing her mechanical hand down to tease your clit, making you gasp from the unexpected cool metal against your aching clit. You cling onto her human arm, your nails digging into her arm as you feel the tension building inside your belly.

"Oh please Sevi," you beg, burying your face in her bicep, your soft moans muffled by her muscular arm.

"What is it, baby?" Sevika asks, already knowing what you want. You try to answer but all that comes out is a loud moan as she purposely curls her fingers inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your eyes roll back. "C'mon baby, tell me."

"Wanna cum so bad," you manage to gasp out, feeling the pressure building in your core with each thrust of her fingers. Sevika's lips press against your neck, kissing and sucking gently as she quickens her pace, determined to make you come around her fingers.

""M so close," you whimper, your thighs trembling and breathing heavily as she continues to fuck you dumb, "oh fuck, 'm gonna cum," you cry into her arm.

Your whimpers turn into desperate cries as the tension in your belly reaches its peak, your body twitching in her grasp.

"I got you, baby, come for me," Sevika groans, watching you in the mirror as she helps you ride out your sweet high, her fingers never faltering against your sensitive cunt.

As you start to come down from your high, Sevika holds your trembling body close, slowly pulling out her fingers and rubbing them against your swollen clit, making you shake with gentle strokes.

"No, 'm too sensitive," you whimper, trying to push her hand away weakly. Sevika chuckles softly, kissing your neck and shoulder, "Sorry, baby." She pulls her hand away, letting you catch your breath and curl up against her chest. You lay on her chest in a peaceful silence, mindlessly playing with the buttons of her shirt.

You look up at her with a glint in your eyes that matched the one she had not long ago, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. "What?" Sevika raises an eyebrow.

"Nothing," you reply, trailing your fingers along her button-up shirt, popping open one of the buttons with a mischievous smile. "I'm just so sad we aren't going to that gala tonight," you tease, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her lips.

Sevika chuckles, letting you continue to pop open the buttons on her shirt as she leans in to peck you back. You pop open the last button, revealing in the sight of her abs underneath.

"Fuck the gala," Sevika whispers, leaning in to brush her lips against yours, her hand keeping your face close to hers, “we can have our own fun right here," she adds, pecking you once more before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

[runnning-outof-time]

Tommy & His Girls | Tommy Shelby x Reader

read more of the Girl Dad Mini Series — HERE.

request: yes by anonymous

pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

summary: When things get rough, Tommy can most certainly count on the girls in his life to lighten things up.

warnings: drinking, smoking, Tommy being a horsegirl

word count: 2089

a/n: back at it with another girl dad!Tommy fic - I just love using this little family I’ve created (if you couldn’t tell) I hope you like this installment of their story!! p.s…I’m sorry if the ending’s corny…I didn’t know how to, well, end it. Enjoy!! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Tommy barely said a word as he entered Arrow House. He handed his things to Frances and made a b-line to his study. Things with the business were rough today...they'd been rough for as far back as Tommy could remember. It seemed like he was the only one in the family pulling the weight and that left him feeling like there was war happening inside his head as he made the drive home.

He pushed his study's door closed behind him as he walked into the room, not even caring if the door had enough velocity to latch or not. He trudged his way to his desk after pouring himself a generous glass of whiskey. Half of it was downed in the first drink; he really wanted the pain in his head to cease.

Setting the glass down, he went through the motions of lighting himself a cigarette. The first, deep drag he took finally made some of the noise quiet down.

It's unclear how long he sat like that: slumped back on his chair with a cigarette burning between his fingers. The next time he came to, however, was when the office door opened slightly.

"Dad?" a small voice came from the opposite side of the room, making Tommy sit up straighter in his seat.

"Yeah," he answered, his voice not quite audible. He cleared his throat before responding louder, "yes?" He focused in on the doorway, seeing his oldest daughter, Thea, standing in it.

The young girl said nothing else as she fully entered the room and made her way right over to his desk. “You didn’t come to my room to say hello,” she stated, a slight frown present on her face.

She stopped in front of his chair as she finished speaking, her arms open to show him that she wanted a hug. The second he opened his, she fell into them.

Tommy let out a sigh as he felt the weight of his eldest daughter against him. “Hello, Thea,” he breathed, a sigh escaping with his words. He couldn’t deny the fact that he felt terrible in that moment. He always made sure to greet Thea when he returned home from work, no matter what type of day he had.

How could he have gotten so frustrated that he forgot one of the most important parts of his day?

Thea was the one to break away from the hug — Tommy could have sat there like that all evening if she allowed it — and step back to look at her father.

He watched her, waiting to see what she’d do next. To his surprise, she made her way over to one of the seats that faced his desk and sat down.

The two stared at each other for a few moments longer. Thea looked as if she was studying her father; like she was taking notes on the entire situation. Tommy was quite confused as to why the ten year old wanted to stick around after greeting him.

Finally, after several moments of silence, he had to ask her just that, “why have you decided to stay, love?”

“I was able to tell that you’re stressed out over work, dad. I don’t want to leave you alone,” she answered him, sounding simultaneously like a ten year old and like a person who was beyond their years.

Tommy took a moment to let her words sink in. Then he couldn’t help but smile as a soft chuckle escaped his lips. The innocence that his daughters held despite the line of work their father was present in was always something that grounded him, no matter what was going on. He knew that he could count on it to bring him back down from that position of power to just being their dad.

“You can keep working,” Thea’s voice broke through his thoughts, making him realize that he had been sitting there, staring at her for some time.

Tommy glanced down at the papers that were scattered across his desk. They were covered with statements that he truly didn’t want to read anymore. Then he looked to one of the photographs that sat proudly on his desk. It was of Thea, Evie, and Juni. They were all hugging onto each other and smiling their biggest smiles. His eyes finally moved to Thea, who was still sitting with a smile on her face.

“I can’t work any longer,” he said to her then as he stood from his chair, “let’s go and see what your sisters are doing,” he suggested, his statement making Thea rise from her seat as well.

Tommy and Thea found Evie and Juni playing in the front room.

“Dad’s home!” Thea exclaimed, making the two younger girls quickly turn around.

“Dad!” they both cheered in unison, smiles lighting up their faces.

Tommy smiled as they rushed over to hug him. He could slowly feel the stress leaving his body. “Hello, girls,” he greeted them, rubbing both of their backs as they held onto him tightly.

“Come play, dad!” Juni exclaimed as she pulled away from him to go back to the toys they had strewn about on the floor.

“Have you ladies finished your homework?” he asked the older two before making his decision.

“Course I have,” Evie answered in a matter-of-fact tone, “it was too easy.”

“Mine’s finished as well,” Thea answered with a smile.

“Good,” Tommy nodded, smiling at his girls.

“Let’s play!” Juni shrieked from where she was standing by the toys. By this time she already had one leg in one of the ‘princess dresses’ that the girls had specially made for them. Tommy smiled as he saw the one she’d chosen - it was one that Thea had been given when she was little.

“What game?” Tommy asked, watching as his other girls followed suit and grabbed the things they needed from their toy chest.

“Princesses, of course,” Evie answered like it was common sense….well, in this Shelby household it kind of was. Tommy chuckled at that thought.

“Thea’s the queen!” Juni shouted excitedly.

“She’s always the queen though!” Evie protested, a frown on her face as her hands dropped to her hips.

“I’m the queen because I’m the oldest,” Thea calmly explained to her disgruntled sister, “it’s just one of my jobs as the oldest sibling. You and Juni are princesses because you’re my younger sisters, and you’ll get to be queen once I’m older.”

Tommy couldn’t help but smile as he listened to her explanation. She was truly wise beyond her years, and she handled everything with such grace.

“Fine,” Evie huffed, deciding to accept the decision even though she sounded a little disappointed.

“What’s my part in this?” Tommy asked the three once their conversation had ended.

“The part you always are, dad,” Evie was the one to answer.

“Got it,” Tommy nodded, surpressing a groan as he lowered himself to the floor. I’m getting too old for this, he thought to himself, but he didn’t dare let that feeling show. He’d never turn down the opportunity to play with his girls.

(Y/N) was finally finished with discussing all of the changes that were to be made with the grounds and house keepers. A lot went into preparing Arrow House as one season rolled into the next. Despite the magnitude of the task and all of the moving parts that were involved, (Y/N) would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy overseeing these changes.

Now, however, she was more than ready to get back to her family.

She was able to hear them before she saw them. The giggles of her girls and one of Tommy’s unmistakable impressions. She laughed to herself just hearing it.

The sight she was met with in the front room brought the widest smile to her face. “What’s going on in here?” she made her presence known with a question.

“Mum!” came as a chorus of yells from the three girls as they forgot what they were doing to run and greet her.

“Hello, my darlings,” she greeted them, eagerly accepting their hugs. “What’re you playing in here with dad?”

“Princesses!” Juniper chirped, holding up her wand excitedly.

“Ahh,” (Y/N) nodded in understanding, “and what part is dad playing?”

“He’s the prized horse,” Evie happily answered.

(Y/N) finally looked to her husband. The sight she was met with had her stifling her laughter. Tommy was still down on all fours, and was wearing a rather strained expression as he looked at her through the longer strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes.

“Of course he is,” she finally responded, grinning at him before focusing her attention on the girls. “How about we give him a break now, hmm? Frances has informed me that dinner is ready,” she then suggested.

No pushback was received from any of the girls, who promptly began making their way to the dining room.

(Y/N) looked over at Tommy again. He was now wearing a look of relief, and he matched his eyes with hers again just briefly before he began the process of standing up. (Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his predicament, waiting for him to be on his feet again before she started walking to the dining room.

For once, Tommy was actually relieved to have heard that dinner was ready.

After dinner the family decided to go out onto the grounds and enjoy one of the final warm, late fall evenings before winter hit.

Juniper, of course, wanted to go to the stables and check on the horses. Tommy happily took her while the older two stayed back with (Y/N). It wasn’t a surprise, however, when he saw the three cresting the hill to join them in the stables.

Later that night, Tommy was - surprisingly - ready to be in bed at the same time as (Y/N). He helped out with tucking the girls in, wanting to spend as much time with them as he could.

(Y/N) didn’t miss the groan that left his lips as he sat down on his side of the bed. “Not as nimble of a horse as you used to be, huh?” she teasingly commented, biting on her finger to stiffle her giggles when his head snapped to look at her. “Maybe they should put you out to pasture.”

Tommy shot her a look that told her she should watch what she was saying. His look made her giggles escape.

“They’ll still treat you as their prized pony,” she conceded, moving over to where he was so that she could drape her arms over his shoulders. “You know how much they enjoy having you play with them,” she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

Tommy smiled at the sentiment, nodding his head slightly as he brought his hand up to set it against the spot her wrists crossed each other.

“I don’t believe I’ve asked you…” (Y/N) started after a few moments had passed. She lifted her head from his neck before continuing, “how was your day?”

A breath of a laugh left his lips and he closed his eyes for a moment, silently recounting his day’s events and deciphering what he wanted to tell her. “I came home stressed, but the girls were able to put me into a better mood,” he decided not to go too far into details, settling with a short summary.

“They’ve stolen my job then, hmm?” her question wasn’t the sort of response that he was excepting, and it was one that had him turning his head in confusion, hoping that she’d offer more explanation. “It used to be my job to put you into a better mood,” she remarked, the smile she was wearing telling him that she wasn’t being completely serious about this.

“All of you girls put me in a better mood,” he responded in a matter-of-fact tone before adding, “don’t know what I’d do without you.”

And that was the truth. Without those girls, he probably would have still been in his office, droning over the same stack of papers and nursing his umpteenth whiskey.

Without those girls, he probably would have had to deal with another night of keeping his demons at bay as the shovels hit against the walls.

Without his girls, he would most certainly be a completely different man than the one he is today.

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[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

PICK THE LATTER

KINKTOBER DAY 22 - OVERSTIMULATION WITH TOM

Pairing.| Tom x fem!reader

Summary.| You're given an ultimatum after Tom accuses you of cheating, be fucked endlessly or be left on the edge. You should have picked the latter.

Warnings.| Dubcon, p in v, rough sex, overstimulation, drug use, infidelity.

Word count.| .6k

Notes.| I’ve realised this is quite similar to my Emmett one lmao

“Tommy- I… I can’t do this anymore” you gasped out, your sloppy walls were twitching around Tom’s size like a malfunctioning machine. 

“Shut up” Tom grunted, his Irish accent thick. 

Still somehow he was ramming into you at a high speed. This must be a nightmare, because the physicality to his movements seemed impossible. His cock moved around like clockwork inbetween your slippery, tight walls. Dark hair completely slicked back from the excessive sweat. Tom’s eyes were wide with desire, jealousy, anger and – well, cocaine. The look of fear and pain in your eyes made him soften momentarily. A congested sniff erupted as he egged his head in frustration, he needed to stay focused, if only could have another line. But allowing you and your dirty little cunt to have a break demanded otherwise. 

“Did Peter fuck you this good?” Tom taunted as he pushed his tip in as far as physically possible. 

You screamed out, your throat felt like a match was lit up inside by the harshful reaction. Legs trembled like a tree in the wind. After weakly attempting to shove him away with your palms, you quickly gave up and slumped back onto the couch. 

“Tom, I swear!” you protested through a long whine. 

“Shut up!” Tom repeated himself as he forcefully fucked you again. 

You did not fuck Peter. However, if Tom hadn’t stumbled upon your constant back and forth messages of poems to one another, he wouldn’t have been able to swipe you off of that pathway. Being around Peter just felt so romantic, almost fairytale like. Yes, Tom gave you everything you needed, but the thrill of his cocaine addiction had quickly soured into a burden. Dating an older guy was clearly highly romanticized. It was almost like being a mother half of the time, for men in finance are highly immature. 

Not to mention, Tom wasn’t as faithful as he had expressed himself to be. Because it wasn’t him, it was the drugs. It was only ever blowjobs anyways. This was most worse on your behalf however. Because this wasn’t lust, this was love. Tom was not prepared to lose you, ever. It shouldn’t be that difficult to show you who you belong to, who’s cock you crave to jump onto every single night. You needed him more than you could ever know. 

So after a calmful confrontation, he offered you two options. Be fucked senselessly or be left on the edge of your orgasm. You physically snorted at him, your expression full of pride and confidence. 

It was Tom… The guy who had passed out during sex before he was that fucking high. Most of the time, you fucked him. He clearly was off his head yet again. So you arrogantly picked the first option. 

“Please Tom! It hurts so badly!” You cried. 

“Good, maybe you can understand how badly you hurt me” Tom spat, his lips an inch away from yours. 

Desperately you wanted to kiss him, to prove to the both of you that you loved him, were devoted to him. But his impulsive mind was convinced that he needed to treat you as what you were, a hole for his pleasure. So he had not kissed you once, and it was driving you insane. 

You couldn’t have made a poorer decision in your life. Every scream of pleasure was coated in a paint of pain and discomfort. After you lost count of how many times he made you finish, your stimulation now felt like a series of pins and needles in your nerves, his dark eyes reading your every thought, feeling and emotion. 

Quickly after you made your choice, you realized that you should have picked the latter.

[doctorsiren]

"The first step is always the hardest, I’ve heard. I know there’s no way I could have taken it without her. Of course, my problem wasn’t magically solved. She’s an amazing little magician, but no one is that good. Yet…she showed me a way to get out of the hole I was in…showed me that it was possible to be okay when I thought I had lost everything. In reality, I hadn’t…but in the process of this, I was throwing everything away from her. I knew I needed to get better. Initially, it wasn’t for myself. I didn’t feel like I deserved it. It was for her…and somewhere along the way…I realized that I did deserve to get better. It took a lot of time and support. I am better now.

Even so…it shouldn’t have been her responsibility. Only 8 years old and she was both so mature and so innocent. She knew too much about the world, about how harsh it could be…and yet she still held onto her childlike light. She shouldn’t have been put in the position to be the parent. That was my job. But she would run in with her glow and help me see the way. I needed to show her that the world didn’t need to be so harsh, the same way she had already done for me. I couldn’t do that in the state I was in. I knew I had fallen too far when she cried because of me. I vowed from that moment to never let myself be the reason she felt pain or sadness.

I love her. She loves me…and one day, her love allowed me to love myself again. She truly is my sunshine."

I wanted to give an explanation for why he's addicted to grape juice rather than alcohol / wine. I get that it's supposed to be a joke about him being addicted to grape juice because the way that it's talked about in the game, it's very much alcohol-coded. But I like to think of it as literal.

This goes sort of the same way my beanie comic did. This takes place after it, as shown by him putting on the beanie to try and quell his panic attack. I also wrote a monologue, as the beanie post was captioned with something from the game itself. I wanted this to feel similar.

The beanie post focused on colour and light, whereas this one is purely on the light.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Shadow and Sin: Chapter 1

Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Having just recently moved to New Orleans, you get intimately acquainted with both Mikaelson brothers, but don't find out who they truly are until it's too late.

This Chapter: Your art is finally put on display at a local gallery, and Klaus has a vested interest in it.

Warnings: Klaus Being Klaus, No Personal Space, Alcohol, Flirting, Almost Kisses, Art Interpretation, Dark Themes

Word Count: 1.2k+

Read the rest of the story HERE

Your first art show in New Orleans isn’t nearly as extravagant as you thought it would be, despite the small jazz band in the corner and the free champagne being served at the door. The jubilant music seems to fade off into the distance as you stand just a few feet away from one of your pieces, silently stalking the patrons as they walk by and observe it, muttering amongst themselves. You try to hone in on what they’re saying about your work, about how it makes them feel, or if they’ve caught onto any messages you’ve hidden in your mixed medium on canvas. So far it’s just been a mixture of silence and solitary comments like “interesting” or “hmm” as the glass of champagne warms to room temperature in your hand.

“Which one’s yours?” A man’s eloquent voice pulls you from your anxious thoughts, forcing you to look over at his delicately handsome face as he walks toward you with a confidence that could rival royalty.

“Huh?” You take a sip of your lukewarm champagne in order to gain some liquid courage to engage with this gorgeous man who seemed to appear out of thin air.

“I’d recognize that look anywhere,” he starts, touching one of the sculptures he clearly wasn’t supposed to. “Will they like it? Will they understand it? But most importantly, will they buy it?”

“That obvious, huh?” You take another sip, letting the bubbles take their time to crinkle your nose as the rest of the carbonation slowly fizzles out.

“Painfully, I’m afraid.” That smirk of his warms into a coy smile as he takes a step toward you, his own glass of champagne nearly empty. “Yours isn’t the landscape with the sailboat, no… those waters look far too calm for you.” He stands next to you and continues to guess, letting his fresh clean scent surround you as hints of a bergamont settle into the air. “Not the still life either, you don’t strike me as someone who focuses on something as mundane as coffee and beignets.” He pauses and looks at you briefly, taking in your features. “No, a work of art from your hands has to contain something different, something much… darker.”

“And what makes you think that?” You chide in return, enjoying this little game he’s created for himself. “Maybe I love coffee and beignets.”

“Well, darling, who doesn’t? But that’s not why you became an artist, now is it?” He raises his eyebrows, giving you a chance to notice the hints of green and gold in his blue eyes.

He was good, you’ll give him that.

“My money’s on the portrait of the faceless woman drenched in blood.” His tone drops to the level of darkness he previously described as he steps behind you, his voice like butter as it melts down each vertebrae of your spine. “It’s beautiful, really; the way you captured the themes of the tortured and macabre while still maintaining an intimate beauty of the feminine experience. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

His change in tambre and location freezes you in place, forcing you to look at your own painting through his eyes as he hovers behind you, making you shiver with the anticipation of his intentions. The fact that you’ve allowed him to get this close so fast makes you wrestle with the idea that you may already desire this stranger based on nothing more than the words he’s chosen to speak with that velvety voice of his. Are you that subject to flattery? That desperate for validation? Longing that deeply for some level of intimate connection? Perhaps you are...

After what seems like an eternity of moral gymnastics, you no longer resist the temptation to turn toward him as he guesses correctly, noting the triumphant look on his face as your lips linger mere inches away from his. You barely notice the still breath that remains inside your lungs, expanding your rib cage for far too long as you stare at his plump lips, taking heed of the single droplet of champagne that rests on them.

“And what makes you such an expert on the feminine experience?” You manage to ask as he allows you to stare at him a little bit longer before answering your question.

“Oh, I’m not. I’m merely a curious third party who’s invested in the local artists that my charitable donations help support.” He confesses with a step back.

“You’re a benefactor?” You don’t mean to sound so judgmental, but he doesn’t exactly look like most of the ancient relics who usually pour money into the city. If you’re being honest, he looks more like one of the musicians you’d find on the street corner playing a cover of ‘Wonderwall’ on guitar for tips.

“Oh, don’t look so surprised, love, we come in all shapes and sizes.” He laughs, looking you up and down while the shock of his financial status slowly begins to wear off. “Now, tell me, was I right? Is that your painting?”

“Maybe.” You cross her arms over your chest, trying your best to resist his evident charms. “But you already knew that, being a benefactor and all; that’s cheating.”

“Cheating is such a harsh word. I merely used my astute powers of observation to put two and two together.” He casually places his hand on your shoulder with a gentle squeeze in order to keep you near. “Surely, you can’t fault me for that.”

“I suppose not.” Your heart races at his sudden touch, the gleam in his eyes barely hiding the raging fire behind them. He’s going to be trouble, you can already tell. “Do you flirt like this with every new artist you meet?”

“Just the morbidly disturbed ones that I find deeply enchanting.” His strange compliment is oddly personal, hinting that he might know a little bit more about you than he’s currently letting on.

“You think I’m morbidly disturbed?”

He gives you a knowing look.

“Oh, it’s all over the canvas, love. It doesn’t take an expert to notice the hurried brush strokes in the busy background, the aggression with which you plastered the feminist news clippings together contrasted against the time you took to purposefully pour the viscous, slow drip of blood on it until it’s nearly spilling onto the floor.” He closes the gap between you, his hand now in your hair.

You swallow hard as he fishes around in your psyche for an accurate interpretation of your work, his proximity nearly turning your insides to quicksand as his cologne dizzies you on the spot. Good god, he’s beautiful.

“You know there are other ways of releasing all that pent up rage and aggression… all that passion.” He leans in so that his lips ghost over your cheek as it blushes against his stubble. “Although they aren’t quite as lucrative as this.”

“And what would those be?” You ask coyly, eagerly daring him to show you.

But instead of going in further for a demonstration, he leans back with a satisfied grin, as if he’s already gotten everything he wants from you at that moment. He grabs a pen from a nearby table and takes your hand, writing his phone number on your palm. “Find me when you feel like it gets to be too much, when all those emotions make you feel as if you’re absolutely about to burst.”

[curtsycream]

hiiiii

i saw your requests are open

Can you do poly price x reader x simon where they all get into an argument (Reader is lonely while they're deployed, she's not getting on their case, just expressing it) and the boys get really defensive and take it a little too far, resulting in reader staying in the guest bedroom for the night bc she doesn't wanna cry in bed next to them. The boys come to their senses and realize they fucked up and there's make up sex? Lots of reassurance and whispers of how much they love you?

Feel free to ignore, just figured I'd pop in :)

Could You Understand?

John Price x F!Reader x Simon Riley

My first COD request I hope I did right. I’m still getting down their personalities and such in writing but it’s a fun challenge. Kinda base level smut. Ps. Would never ignore ❤️

warning: mentions of anxiety (described?), light stomach bulging (I mention it twice I have a problem), double penetration, not proofread at all

Confrontation was never a strong point for her, the idea of accidentally starting a conflict made her cautious with her words. Nibbling at her lower lip she adds the final dish to the washer before closing it. Turning it on she leans against the counter with folded arms. Many times has this feeling of loneliness crossed her mind. Whenever they were gone it was a constant reminder of the fear she felt. She always found herself holding back the words. But it was as if a dam finally broke and she couldn’t help but let them spill.

Making her way into the living room she wraps her arms around herself. It was a first defense similar to showing a dog that you’re not a threat. Her eyes fall onto the two men she loved with all of her being. They sat together with the television on but it was clear they weren’t entirely focused on it. They spoke in rushed tones as if forgetting the rule of leaving work at work. It wasn’t much but it was enough to ensure they wouldn’t dwell on work-related stuff.

Clearing her throat she realized just how hard it was to speak up. It was an odd feeling as she usually found herself talking without much of an issue. When they turned to look at her the words felt stuck, unable to claw their way out of her throat. “We need to talk,” she finally uttered. The words felt hard and cold when she said them.

John was the first to speak though the way his eyebrows creased seemed to verify his confusion. “About what, sweetheart?”

The gruffness of his voice was enough to make her hold the subject off. To instead crawl into his lap and give him a kiss or two. But she knew that wouldn’t solve anything let alone reassure her.

Simon on the other hand said nothing but his eyes were focused on her. And that was enough, it was always the simple things with him. His attention was always undivided, “well..I’ve been thinking a lot while you were both deployed. I just feel alone, you know? It terrifies me knowing you’re both out there and not knowing if that’s the mission that will end with me living my life without you. I—I’ve spent so many nights worried about how or if you’ll make it back to me. Maybe I’m just thinking too much on this but I can’t help but think that way. It’s like my brain won’t allow me to think positively. Like there’s this sense of impending doom when nothing bad is really happening,” she explained.

It was silent for a moment that is until Simon scoffed, the sound seemed to echo in her mind. “And you think it’s any easier on our end having to leave you here? It’s not a friendly thought knowing we’re miles away while you’re here by yourself,” his tone was defensive. It was as if he assumed her words were to evoke a change or start an argument.

“I’m not denying that Simon, I just get so worried that-”

“We understand that you get worried sweetheart, but we can’t change our profession. We spend just as many nights worrying about whether we’ll make it back or not. We have to live through that not you,” John spoke up.

Whether he meant to or not his words seemed to cut her deeper. It was as if her attempt at getting through to them was blocked off by their defense. “I know I don’t have to live through that, but it still worries me when you leave this house. I feel so helpless for lack of a better word when I know you’re miles away and I can’t help.”

Simon shook his head, “how would you even help? You can’t help, you can barely help yourself.”

His words were sharp like that of a knife willingly piercing her heart. Maybe that’s why it hurts more hearing words like that from someone you love.

“I’m not trying to argue with either of you, I wanted to get my point across,” she said simply.

“Then why even bring this up, you always dance around what you’re feeling. We’re not mind readers, there is only so much we can do when you won’t even say what you feel. It’s exhausting,” The words left John's mouth without much of a thought.

Opening her mouth she closes it, her eyes flashing with hurt from their words. “I know you’re both probably just tired from your mission and that’s why you’re acting like this. Just forget I said anything,” she tells them.

She had walked away quicker than she meant to not wanting to say another word to them. She knew deep down if she had she would have started crying.

Placing her hands on her chest she holds back the tears that are brimming in her eyes. She holds off until she makes it into their guest room upstairs. The second she closes the door she lets out a low sob. Sitting down on the bed she wraps her arms back around herself. It was a horrible feeling as if she’d been yelled at. Having people you love downplay your emotions when you finally speak upon them.

Lying down on the bed she curls up her arms still wrapped around her. It was as if she was protecting herself from what was already done. Sobs racking her body as she found no use in calming down.

It wasn’t until they made their way upstairs later into the night that they realized. Simon assumed she would be in bed, their bed. Yet the absence of her presence in the room was like a punch to the gut. His eyes found John’s in the darkness as they stood in the space.

They didn’t have to think before they made their way towards the guest room. The door ajar allowing John to slowly push it open. There she was in the middle of the guest bed curled up. She looked smaller than she should have as if closing in on herself.

John to a step forward which turned into a few then a few more before he was sitting on the bed beside her. His hand cupping her cheek, wet with tears, “Sweetheart..” The utterances of the pet name seemed to work as her eyes opened slowly. Groggy from crying so much as well as sleep she stared at him. It was easy to tell that was what she was doing in the darkness. The tears not yet split made that easy to notice.

With crossed arms, Simon makes his way over to him, “We shouldn’t have—I should have said those things to you.”

She seemed to perk up, it was a first for Simon to say something like that. Not that she expected him to do so often but it was refreshing. “It’s fi-“

“It’s not fine, the things we said to you were uncalled for. You didn’t deserve any of that especially when all you wanted to do was express your feelings. We took our frustration from the mission out on you,” John told her. His thumb caressed her cheek a touch she leaned into without hesitation.

“You do so much for us even when you don’t think you do. Most don’t expect to be greeted at home with a smile and a warm meal. You do everything you can to make sure we’re okay. It’s time we do the same,” Simon says.

Sitting up a bit she looks between the two men with a puzzled look. She didn’t catch on until she had John’s lips on her own. The smell of tobacco and pinewood was strong as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It was comforting yet sensual as she felt Ghost behind her. His lips feverishly trailing kisses along her neck and shoulders.

Her mind seemed to move slower than her actions which was evident when she found herself naked between them. Her hands rested on John’s chest as he lined himself up with her sopping-wet hole. Eager wouldn’t describe what she was feeling especially when he finally thrusted into her. He was always attentive and careful at first, “how’s that feel, sweetheart?”

The words didn’t come but a simple nod followed by a moan was enough for him. Resting his hands on her hips he set a slow and steady pace. One that seemed to draw on the moans leaving her body. “Still so tight for me,” he grunted against her warm skin.

The gentle touch along her spine was enough to remind her of Simon’s presence. The way he was looking down at her caused her to squeeze around John’s cock. A swear left the older man’s lips due to the feeling. Keeping her eyes on Simon she spoke up, “want to feel you both..”

It was new territory something she hadn’t done before. But she wanted to be closer to them in a way soft touches wouldn’t do. “Are you sure, lovie?”

She nodded her head right away at Simon’s words as he seemed to be silently communicating with John. Looking between them she waited for an answer as John continued to thrust in and out of her.

“Okay.”

That was all Simon needed to say before she leaned against John. Her arms were around his neck while her fingers curled around the hair at the base of his neck. Simon held her hip as he pumped himself in his hand before lining himself up with her stuffed hole. It was already a tight fit with John’s cock inside. Willing himself forward he groaned when his cock began to slide inside of her pussy.

Digging her nails into John’s back she muffled her noises on his shoulder. “That’s it sweetheart, such a good girl wanting to take both of us.”

John’s words seemed to calm her down as she felt him pull out some to allow Simon room to fit. She wasn’t fully prepared when she felt both of them inside of her. Neither of them moved, letting her adjust to the new feeling. Resting her hand on her stomach she moved it a bit lower feeling the bulge there. The subtle reminder of just how big John was in girth.

“Oh—please move..” her voice was a gasp barely above a whisper. She had never felt so full before, but oh did it feel perfectly right. Moving his hands up to cup her breasts Simon thrusted into her. At the same time, John pulled out before slamming himself back in.

Groaning from the feeling of John’s cock rubbing against his own as her pussy squeezed them tightly left Simon on edge. “Feels so good,” he breathed the words out.

Her mouth opened letting out a flurry of moans as their paces varied. While John was moving steadily, Simon’s pace was almost erratic. “Fuck—just like that,” she begged no one in particular.

Yet her words seemed to set both men off as they moved in tandem. Their pace seeming to match both went faster pistoning their cocks in and out of her. “So good for us lovie, always so good for us.”

The words of affection caused her to whimper before she felt his lips on hers. The kiss was dragged out and slow only fueled by John’s lips on her throat. The light prickles of his beard on her skin were comforting in a way. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Always so caring and sweet for the both of us,” John’s voice vibrated against her soft skin.

She knew she wouldn’t last long from their affectionate words to their unyielding thrusts. Breaking the kiss between herself and Simon she whines, “So close, please.”

“Please what, lovie?”

The teasing tone he took on made her clench around their cocks. The action caused both men to groan as their cocks rubbed against her gummy walls. “Please let me cum, I’ll be good..”

“You’re always good, sweetheart,” John assured.

“Go ahead, lovie.”

She didn’t need to hear more as her eyes screwed shut. Her mind felt fuzzy as the warmth in her lower stomach began to spread. Gripping John’s shoulders she let out a cry as she came around their cocks with a tremble. However, they didn’t stop not yet at least as they were chasing their highs. To her, it felt like minutes but it only took seconds before they reached their own. Gripping her hips firmly John thrusted his hips up before releasing inside of her. Simon wasn’t too far behind as his cum mixed with that of John’s and hers.

Sighing breathlessly she shifted her eyes to the bulge in her stomach she had forgotten about. She could still see the outline of John’s cock against her lower stomach. But it didn’t last long as she felt both men pull out of her. Leaning back on Simon she watched as John left the room. Her eyes were concentrated on his back before they trailed to Simon.

“Lovie I-“

Shaking her head she leans up her lips pressed against his shoulder. “I’m fine, I guess I just worry a lot when you’re both not here. It’s scary to think something can happen on a mission and I wouldn’t know for a while until the mission ends.”

Simon noticed how shaky her voice was as if the thought of them getting hurt lingered in her mind. Placing his hands on her cheeks he leaned forward until his nose was touching hers. “It is scary, I couldn’t imagine having to stay home and wait for us to return. But I can promise you this, with everything in us we will always try our hardest to get back home to you. That’s how much you mean to us,” his words melted into her mind.

Keeping her eyes focused on his own she nodded her head, “I know you guys will. You always do and I’m grateful for that.”

“And we’re grateful for you,” John chimed in as he walked back into the room. He went straight to her using the towel in his hand to clean her up before pressing a kiss to her stomach. “We will always be grateful for you, I couldn’t picture myself loving anyone else besides the two of you.”

It was comforting to hear words like that from the men she loved. “I love you,” she said her words directed to both men. Pulling her close Simon kisses her forehead as he lays behind her. In front of her was John who also delivered a kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid to tell us when you’re worried or scared. We promise to think before we speak,” John’s words reassured her.

The same way that Simon’s touch did as his thumb rubbed her hip. “I love you, now get some sleep it’s almost four in the morning.”

That was all it took before she was closing her eyes allowing the feeling of both men beside her to lull her to sleep. She felt safe and protected between them, no longer as fearful as she was before.

[evorlaah]

INTENTIONS

Paring: Nonidol!Jake x Female!reader

Synopsis: “Off-limits,” is what your best friend Yunjin says, but the more you spend time with Jake, the harder it becomes to ignore the undeniable chemistry between you two.

Warnings: slowburn romance, emotional tension, suggestive content, friendship complications, Jake’s a tease and a freak.

Note: there isn’t really anything suggestive in this, it’s my first time writing anything like this too so 😭. Enjoy

@evorlaah

You’re perched on the edge of Yunjin’s bed, her laptop propped open as you both skim through lecture notes. The dorm is warm, filled with the faint scent of her lavender diffuser, and you’re doing your best to stay focused on her chatter about last weekend’s party.

“I mean, Jake’s always like that,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Thinks he can charm his way through everything. Trust me, Y/n, he’s all talk. Totally off-limits.”

Your stomach knots, and you force a nonchalant laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Not my type.”

Lie.

Because the truth is, you never really thought about having a crush on Jake—or finding him attractive, for that matter. He was just your best friend’s older brother, the guy who’d occasionally crash your movie nights to steal a slice of pizza or tease you about the way you always wore mismatched socks.

But now? Now you’re seeing him differently.

It’s the way his sleeves are always rolled up just enough to show his forearms. The way his voice lingers in the space between casual and smooth when he says your name. The way he looks at you like he knows something you don’t.

You shake your head, trying to snap yourself out of it. Jake Sim is not the kind of guy you fall for. And Yunjin’s right—he’s definitely off-limits.

“Y/n,” Yunjin snaps her fingers in front of your face. “You’re zoning out. Did you even hear what I said?”

“Uh, yeah,” you lie again, looking away to cover your awkwardness. “Totally. Jake’s… the worst.”

Yunjin snickers. “Exactly. Don’t let that golden-boy charm fool you.”

You force a smile, but all you can think about is how his “golden-boy charm” might feel when directed at you.

The next time you see Jake, it’s at Yunjin’s apartment, where she’s throwing a small get-together for her friend group. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, laughing at something one of the guys said. His hair is messy in that effortless, careless way that makes him look annoyingly good.

Your plan is to avoid him. Stay in the living room, stick close to Yunjin, and pretend he doesn’t exist. But of course, Jake has other plans.

“Y/N, can you go grab my charger from my room?” Yunjin calls over her shoulder from where she’s chatting with a couple of friends. “I think I forgot it.”

You blink at her, momentarily thrown. “Why me? It’s your room.”

“Because you’re closer to the hallway.” She waves you off without looking, as if that makes her logic foolproof. “It’s on my nightstand. I’ll owe you!”

You sigh, reluctantly standing up. Anything to get some air, right? At least Jake’s in the kitchen, far away from where you’ll be.

Or so you think.

Yunjin’s room is dimly lit by the fairy lights strung above her bed, the familiar scent of vanilla lingering in the air. You spot her charger on the nightstand and make a quick grab for it, eager to get back to the living room before-

“Avoiding me?”

You freeze, heart skipping a beat at the sound of his voice. Turning slowly, you see Jake leaning in the doorway, hands stuffed casually into the pockets of his hoodie. The dim lighting casts shadows across his face, but the faint smirk tugging at his lips is unmistakable.

“No,” you lie, gripping the charger like it’s some kind of shield. “Why would I be avoiding you?”

He steps into the room, the space between you shrinking far too quickly. “I don’t know,” he says lightly, but his eyes are sharp, studying you in a way that makes your stomach twist. “You tell me.”

You let out a shaky laugh, trying to keep your cool. “I’ve been busy. Yunjin asked me to get this, so—”

“You’ve been ‘busy’ every time I try to talk to you lately,” Jake cuts you off, his voice softer now. He stops just a couple of feet away, close enough for you to catch the faint trace of his cologne. “You’re not a great liar, Y/n.”

Your pulse quickens. “Jake, I’m not avoiding you,” you insist, but it sounds weak even to your own ears.

“Then why can’t you look at me?” he asks, tilting his head slightly.

You hate how he’s right. How his gaze feels like it’s burning holes into you, making your chest tighten with emotions you can’t even name.

“I can look at you,” you snap, finally lifting your eyes to meet his.

Big mistake.

Because now, under the warm glow of the fairy lights, you can see every detail—the way his hair falls messily over his forehead, the curve of his lips, the softness in his eyes despite the teasing edge in his voice. It’s overwhelming.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The air feels too heavy, too charged, and you swear your heartbeat is loud enough for him to hear.

Jake’s voice drops, low and almost hesitant. “You don’t have to avoid me, you know.”

Your grip tightens on the charger. “I’m not avoiding you,” you repeat, though your voice wavers this time.

He steps closer, close enough that the tips of his shoes almost touch yours. “Then why does it feel like you are?”

Before you can come up with an answer—if you even have one—Yunjin’s voice echoes down the hallway.

“Y/m! Did you get it yet?”

You blink, snapping out of whatever daze Jake’s put you in. “Yeah, I’m coming!” you shout back, brushing past him quickly.

But as you leave the room, you swear you hear Jake mutter under his breath, “This isn’t over.”

And you know deep down he’s right.

You escape the room so fast you’re practically sprinting down the hallway, clutching the charger like it’s a lifeline. Your heart is still racing, the weight of Jake’s gaze lingering like a phantom touch.

“Finally,” Yunjin groans as you return to the living room, tossing the charger onto her lap. She doesn’t even look up, too busy scrolling through her phone. “You take forever, you know that?”

“Your room’s a disaster,” you lie easily, dropping onto the couch next to her. Anything to hide the fact that you needed a minute to compose yourself.

Yunjin rolls her eyes. “Excuses, excuses.”

Your attempt to blend back into the background is almost successful. Almost.

Jake reappears a few moments later, strolling into the living room as if nothing happened. He settles into the armchair across from you, casually sipping from a can of soda, but the way his eyes flick to you—just for a second—sends a fresh wave of heat up your neck.

“Jake,” Yunjin says, narrowing her eyes at him. “Why do you look like you’re plotting something? You’re creeping me out.”

“Me?” he says innocently, leaning back in the chair. “I’m just sitting here, minding my own business.”

You snort quietly, earning a suspicious glance from Yunjin. She doesn’t press it, though, turning her attention back to her phone.

But Jake doesn’t stop.

The night has ended, and you’re helping Yunjin clear the table when she turns to you with a casual grin.

“You should just stay over,” she says, like it’s the most obvious solution. “It’s late, and I don’t feel like walking you out to your car.”

You glance at the clock. It is late, and you don’t particularly want to drive home in the dark. “You sure?”

“Of course,” Yunjin says, already tossing you a spare pillow from the couch. “You can take the couch. Jake’s crashing here too, so it’s no big deal.”

The pillow freezes mid-air in your hands.

“Jake’s staying?” you ask, voice higher than you intended.

“Yeah, he’s too lazy to drive back to his place.” She waves it off, completely unbothered. “You guys can share the living room. Don’t worry—he won’t bother you.”

You sneak a glance at Jake, who’s leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping water. The corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s trying to suppress a smirk.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” Jake echoes, his voice laced with amusement. “I won’t bite.”

Your stomach flips, and you resist the urge to throw the pillow at him.

Later, after Yunjin retreats to her room and the apartment falls quiet, you find yourself on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and scrolling aimlessly through your phone. Jake is on the other side of the living room, stretched out in the recliner with his legs draped lazily over the armrest.

You try to ignore him. Really, you do. But the silence feels too heavy, and his presence too loud.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Jake finally says, breaking the stillness.

“Maybe I’m just tired,” you reply without looking up.

He hums, like he doesn’t believe you. “You’re avoiding me again.”

Your head snaps up. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Then why are you all the way over there?” he asks, gesturing to the considerable distance between the couch and the recliner.

You roll your eyes. “It’s a big living room, Jake. Not everything’s about you.”

Jake grins, shifting in his seat so he’s leaning forward slightly. “I didn’t say it was. But you didn’t deny it.”

Jake’s grin only widens as you stand, throwing the blanket off your legs. “Where are you going?” he asks, leaning back in the recliner like he’s settling in for a show.

“To yunjins room.” Just as your about to step into the hallway you feel a firm grip on your wrist.

The sudden warmth of his fingers wrapping around your wrist makes you freeze in place, your heart skipping a beat. You glance down at his hand, then back at him, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Leaving so soon?” Jake’s voice is low, casual, but there’s something in the way he holds your wrist that makes your breath catch. It’s not forceful, but it’s enough to stop you in your tracks.

You open your mouth to protest, but the words die in your throat. The tension between you feels thick, like it’s wrapping around you, pulling you in despite your best efforts to stay composed.

“Let go,” you say, your voice firmer than you feel, trying to pull your wrist free from his grip.

But Jake doesn’t let go. Instead, he leans forward slightly, his expression shifting from playful to something more intense. “Why are you running away, huh?” he asks, his voice almost a whisper now. “You think I’m that bad?”

Your pulse races, and you tell yourself to stay calm, but it’s hard when his presence is so close, when you can feel the heat of his hand still around your wrist.

“Cmon, you know what we did. Why run away now?”

Your breath catches at his words, and for a moment, everything around you seems to blur. Jake’s grip isn’t tight, but the weight of his hand around your wrist feels almost suffocating. The air between you thickens with unspoken tension, a quiet challenge hanging in the space between his words and your silence.

“What we did?” you echo, voice wavering despite yourself. It’s hard to ignore the way your heart is beating erratically, but you force your gaze to stay steady on his. “What are you talking about?”

Jake’s eyes darken a fraction, and there’s a flicker of something more serious in his expression now. He leans in just a little closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, “You know exactly what I mean. Or are you pretending you don’t remember?”

His proximity makes it even harder to breathe, the knot in your stomach tightening as you try to keep your composure. It wasn’t supposed to happen, whatever it was—everything was supposed to be normal, a simple hangout with Yunjin. But this feels anything but simple now.

You swallow, trying to pull away, but he doesn’t let go.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie, but the uncertainty in your voice betrays you. Your pulse races, your mind swirling with a mix of confusion and frustration. What did happen between you two? Why is everything so complicated now?

Jake watches you, amusement flickering across his features, but there’s an edge to it that makes your chest tighten. “You’re not fooling anyone, Y/n,” he says, voice still low and almost teasing, but the undertone is undeniable. “I know what’s going on, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

Your hand twitches in his, the tension between you palpable now. His thumb brushes lightly across your wrist, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. It’s too much. Too much closeness, too much confusion, too much of everything you don’t want to deal with right now.

“I—” You cut yourself off, trying to gather your thoughts, but it’s like you’ve forgotten how to breathe. “Let me go, Jake.”

He doesn’t budge. “Come on, Y/n, you know you don’t want to run. So why are you still pretending like we’re not here?”

For a heartbeat, neither of you moves. The moment stretches, lingering in the air. Your mind screams at you to pull away, to get some space, but a part of you is too caught in the moment to do anything about it.

Everything slows for a heartbeat. The world narrows down to just the two of you—his hand still wrapped around your wrist, his breath warm against your skin. You feel the pull of him, magnetic, undeniable. And then, in a split second, he leans in, his lips barely brushing against yours.

You freeze. Your body tenses, caught somewhere between wanting to pull away and wanting to lean in. His lips are just a whisper away from yours, and you can feel his breath mingling with yours, warm and tantalizing.

Your mind screams at you to stop. This isn’t right. Not with Jake. Not like this.

But the part of you that’s been confused and frustrated, the part that’s been fighting against the tension between you two, hesitates for a moment too long.

Jake’s lips press just slightly more firmly against yours, his grip on your wrist loosening for the briefest moment before you snap back to reality. You step back, heart hammering in your chest, pushing him away gently but firmly.

“No,” you say, your voice shaky but determined. You can’t let this happen. Not now. Not like this.

Jake looks at you, his expression a mix of surprise and something else—regret, maybe. He doesn’t say anything right away, and the air between you both feels thick with the weight of what just happened. You swallow hard, trying to steady your breathing.

“I… we cant,” you mutter, turning away from him, heart still racing in your chest. You don’t wait for him to respond, stepping into the hallway and closing the door behind you.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind you is like a loud punctuation mark in the silence, but it does little to calm your racing heart. You press your back against the door, your breath coming out in shallow gasps as the weight of what almost happened crashes over you.

You want to be angry. You want to yell at Jake for crossing the line, for making you feel this way. But the part of you that’s confused, the part that wanted that too, refuses to let you let it all out. What was that pull? Why does it feel like everything between you and Jake is suddenly shifting into something you can’t control?

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. No. This was a mistake. You can’t let this happen. Not now, not when you’re still figuring out what you want, who you are in all of this.

But still… your lips still tingle from where his almost kissed you, and you can’t ignore the confusing pull you feel every time he’s near.

The next day feels like you’re walking through a minefield. The awkwardness between you and Jake is thick in the air, and you can feel it in every glance, every half-hearted word exchanged. You can barely focus on anything, your thoughts too tangled up in the mess of emotions and confusion from last night.

The constant glances from Jake are driving you crazy. Every time you glance his way, his eyes are already on you, and it’s like this silent pull, a connection you can’t ignore no matter how hard you try. You try to focus on the TV, on Yunjin, on anything but the overwhelming feeling that he’s watching you.

But you can’t take it anymore. You can’t sit here pretending things are normal when they’re clearly not.

You stand up abruptly, earning a curious glance from Yunjin.

“Hey, I’m not feeling great. I think I’m gonna head home,” you say quickly, avoiding looking in Jake’s direction.

Yunjin raises an eyebrow. “You sure? You don’t look too bad.”

You force a half-smile, feeling your cheeks flush from the lie. “Yeah, I’m just a little tired. I think it’s better if I rest.”

She nods, still not completely convinced, but she doesn’t push it. “Okay, feel better.”

You grab your bag and head to the door, avoiding Jake’s gaze the entire time. You just need some space. You need to get away from him, from the tension, from the confusion. But as soon as you reach for the door handle, you feel it—Jake’s eyes on you again.

“Are you sure?” His voice is calm, but the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine. You don’t turn around, you just open the door and step outside, trying to shake the feeling that he’s right behind you.

You don’t want to deal with this right now, but you know you can’t keep avoiding it forever.

You collapse onto your bed as soon as you get home, the door clicking shut behind you. The moment your head hits the pillow, you stare at the ceiling, willing your racing thoughts to slow down. But they won’t. They keep circling, replaying everything—Jake’s smirk, his eyes, the tension that’s been building between you two.

You shouldn’t feel this way. It’s wrong. He’s Yunjin’s older brother, and you’re not supposed to feel this… connection with him. But you do. And it’s driving you crazy.

Your mind drifts to last night—the way his hand brushed yours, the way his words hung in the air. You don’t know what he was thinking, or what he’s trying to do, but you can’t shake the feeling that things are different now. You’re not just friends anymore. And maybe you never were.

A sudden knock on your door interrupts your thoughts, making you jump. You sit up quickly, heart hammering in your chest. Who could it be?

You don’t have to wonder long, because the door creaks open, and there he is. Jake. Standing in your doorway with that same calm expression, his eyes scanning you like he’s trying to figure you out.

You swallow hard, not sure whether to be annoyed, surprised, or just… confused. “What are you doing here?” You try to keep your voice steady, but it wavers a little.

Jake doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he just steps into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “I thought you might need some company,” he says, his tone casual, but there’s something in his eyes that says otherwise. Something unspoken.

You feel your stomach knot. “Jake, I—”

“I know, I know,” he cuts you off, his voice softer now. “You’re trying to get away from everything, right? But you don’t have to. You don’t have to push me away.”

Your breath catches. “What are you talking about?”

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, but not in a threatening way. More like… a magnet, drawing you in despite your better judgment.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, a small, almost playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “So, you might as well talk to me.”

Your pulse quickens, your thoughts a jumbled mess. What do you say to him now? What is he even expecting from you?

You look at him, trying to make sense of it all. “Jake, this… this isn’t a good idea.” You know it’s not, but the more he stands there, looking at you like that, the harder it is to push him away.

You don’t say anything at first, just sit there, your gaze locked with his. The room feels smaller with every passing second, the space between you shrinking with the weight of unspoken words. You could tell him to leave, to stop showing up like this—but you don’t.

For reasons you can’t quite explain, you let the tension hang there, thick in the air. You don’t move, and neither does he. The only sound is the soft hum of the clock ticking in the corner, matching the beat of your heart, each second dragging longer than the last.

Jake doesn’t look frustrated, though. In fact, there’s something in his eyes—a quiet amusement, maybe even a little bit of satisfaction, like he knows exactly what this silence is doing to you.

He finally speaks, his voice low and smooth. “You know, Y/n, I’m not so easy to ignore. But you already knew that, right?”

His words linger, and for a second, you’re not sure if you should respond or just let him keep talking.

You swallow hard. “I’m not ignoring you.”

“Sure feels like it.” He takes another step closer, closing the distance between you two, but still leaving just enough space to make you wonder if he’s waiting for you to pull away.

But you don’t.

You stay still, unsure of what exactly you want, but feeling the pull toward him anyway. You’re not sure if it’s the curiosity or something else, but you can’t deny that the closer he gets, the more you can’t breathe.

Jake tilts his head, studying you closely. “So, what do you want me to do, huh? Pretend everything’s normal and keep our distance?”

Your lips part, but no words come out.

He smirks. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

You want to tell him to leave. You want to tell him that you can’t handle this, that it’s too much. But all you do is sit there, heart racing, eyes still locked on his.

It’s quiet for a moment—an uncomfortable silence that seems to stretch on forever. But instead of stepping closer, Jake backs away slightly, not giving you the chance to say anything more, but also not completely leaving.

“You know, I’ll be around,” he says, his voice almost teasing now, like he’s enjoying the way you’re reacting to him. “When you’re ready, I’m here.”

As Jake turns to leave, you feel the words rising in your chest, unfiltered and urgent, like they’ve been trapped there for too long. The quiet that follows his departure feels like it’s pressing down on you, suffocating you with all the things you never said.

“Don’t go,” you call out, your voice stronger than you expect. He stops, pausing with his back still turned toward you.

For a second, neither of you says anything. But then, he slowly turns around, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for whatever comes next.

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of your words hang in the air between you. The silence stretches, but you don’t break it. Not this time.

“I—” you start, but your mind goes blank for a moment, scrambling for something to say that makes sense. All the feelings, all the uncertainty, suddenly feel so loud, so overwhelming.

Jake takes a step closer, his gaze softening, as if he can sense your inner conflict. He doesn’t rush you, just waits patiently, giving you the space to find the words.

“I don’t want to push you away,” you finally manage, the words coming out in a rush. “But I don’t know what I’m doing. With you. With all this.” You motion between the two of you, frustration building. “It’s like I can’t tell if it’s something real or if I’m just… I don’t know. Caught up in it.”

Jake steps closer again, and this time, it’s different. He doesn’t feel like the same person from before—someone who would smile and tease, or just leave without a second thought. Now, he feels like someone who’s listening. Really listening.

“Y/n,” he says quietly, and the way he says your name makes your chest tighten. “I get it. I’m not expecting you to figure everything out right now. But you don’t have to keep running from this. From me.”

You glance up at him, unsure of what to say next, feeling vulnerable but also relieved. There’s something about the way he’s standing there, so open and calm, that makes it all feel just a little bit easier to understand.

“I just don’t want to mess things up,” you admit, feeling a rush of honesty. “I don’t know how to act with you, especially after everything.”

Jake’s fingers gently brush against your skin, the lightest touch, like he’s afraid of crossing some invisible line. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and vulnerable all at once.

“You’re not going to mess anything up,” he says quietly, his voice full of reassurance. “I’m here, Y/n. Whatever this is… we’ll figure it out together.”

His hand lingers near your cheek, but doesn’t quite touch you fully. The space between you feels charged, the air thick with everything that’s been left unsaid.

You feel a tightness in your chest as his words sink in, but also a sense of relief. It’s like a weight you didn’t even know you were carrying has been lifted, and for the first time in days, your mind is clear enough to just… breathe.

You look up at him, heart pounding in your chest. The tension between you both feels different now—not heavy, but uncertain in a way that’s almost comforting.

“I don’t know what this means yet,” you say, your voice soft, your words hesitant but honest. “But… I don’t want to pretend it doesn’t matter.”

Jake finally lets his hand rest on your cheek, his touch warm and grounding. “It matters. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, the two of you just stand there, no words needed, just the quiet understanding between you. The world feels a little smaller, a little more manageable.

Jake’s thumb gently caresses your cheek, his touch light, like he’s still waiting for you to pull away, but you don’t. Instead, you close your eyes for a second, letting the warmth of his touch settle in.

When you open your eyes again, Jake’s face is closer now, just inches away. You feel his breath on your skin, the tension hanging between you like a promise, unspoken but undeniable.

“You sure about this?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze searching yours.

You nod slowly, the words you need just out of reach, but the answer in your heart clear. “Yeah,” you breathe out, feeling the truth of it settle inside you. “I’m sure.”

And before either of you can second-guess it, Jake closes the distance. His lips are soft, tentative at first. But when you don’t pull away, when you lean in just slightly, he deepens the kiss, and everything else fades away.

Jake’s hand stays on your cheek, but it feels like he’s holding back, like he’s waiting for you to say something, anything. The tension in the air is thick, charged, like it could snap at any moment. Your breath catches in your throat as you both just stand there, so close, but still not quite touching the way you both seem to want to.

The moment Jake picks you up, it’s like everything else vanishes. His hands are firm on your waist, and before you can even register what’s happening, he’s sitting down on the couch, pulling you gently into his lap.

“I’ll make sure you won’t avoid me this time.”

[cherryrikis]

OPERATION: LOCKDOWN - 008 ! mickey and minnie

pairing -> gamer!riki x beauty influencer!fem reader

synopsis -> you hated gamers. riki hated ulzzang’s (except you). so after weeks of fighting to be the top streamer, (and riki’s poor attempts to charm you), he suggests to collaborate so you could both be number one. you tried to keep it professional. but the more time you spent producing content together, the more you realized just how much nishimura riki really meant to you.

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“riki! give me back my phone!” you gasped, seeing as he was texting minjeong and karina in the group chat. you didn’t bother asking if he saw any of your texts because you had nothing to hide.

riki pouted playfully, but still put the device into your open purse when you put your wallet away.

“here.” you said, taking the mickey ears out the plastic gift bag. “i wasn’t sure what you wanted but i knew you didn’t want something basic. so i got you this pirate themed one.” you showed the headband to him, lightly toying with it.

“it’s perfect.” riki assured as he gently held your wrist. “sorry..”

“let me put it on for you!” you squealed. you tapped his shoulder, gesturing for him to bend down.

“one sec.” he muttered, before taking off his current headband. “okay, go.”

you replaced his sweatband with the mickey ears, lightly fluffing up his hair as it was flattened by the headband. “looks good. thank you.”

“yeah of course. see, look! now we’re matching. we’re like mickey and minnie.” you exclaimed. riki smiled at your enthusiasm, but quickly stopped as he felt his cheeks grow warm.

“i never understood the concept behind these headbands anyway. but, it’s cute.”

“well it’s your first time at disneyland! i thought i should make it special for you.” “you’ve definitely succeeded so far, y/n.”

“hi guys! this is the first vlog after a long few months, since i’ve been so busy with modeling. nevertheless! this is a very special video. as you can see, i’m here at disneyland. but i’m not alone! because im here with…” you introduced, before the camera was turned around. “yo, this is nishiriki2005. you can call me riki.” he waved with a peace sign, before focusing the lens back onto you.

“we just got off pirates of the caribbean, and we’re about to get in line for haunted mansion. so stay tuned.” you smiled. “aaaaand, cut.” riki droned on, before signaling the recording ended.

“your online persona really is different from your real personality.” you hummed.

“you said that when we did the baking live. which do you like more?” he raised a brow with genuine curiosity.

“i like both. but the real you is my favorite.” you whispered as you held his hand tighter.

wait. pause. when did you start holding hands?

“now let’s go! i need content!” you laughed, before dragging him into the line.

“this is my favorite part of the ride.” you said to riki, not realizing you were yelling because of how loud the music was.

you quickly started recording and flipped the camera around to the grand hall scene, making sure your lens picked up the ballroom ghosts.

“how do you feel riki?” “yeah, i see why you like it. it’s beautiful.”

he gently took the camera out your hands as your vehicle moved past the scene. with his right arm, riki held the camera out facing you both. you stifled a chuckle as he grew startled, when the ride turned backwards and dropped.

riki wasn’t aware that his fingers were still interlocked with your warm ones. but you didn’t mind. his hand was cold. you liked the balance.

after you cleared a few more rides (including indiana jones, big thunder mountain, matterhorn, etc.), riki wanted to skip fantasyland (and whatever else you hadn’t gone to yet) because he also bought tickets to go to disney california adventures.

so, you left disneyland, and walked to the other side of the entrance, to california adventures.

originally, going to both parks wasn’t the plan. you didn’t want riki to spend so much on you, (even after you insisted to pay him, he refused), but riki heard so much about the latter park, he was certain he’d like it just as much.

he was right, almost. he liked it even more than disneyland. the rides were so much bigger and more intense.

currently, it was around 10pm. the park wouldn’t be closing until midnight seeing as it was a saturday. you two were stationed across from each other, outside of the restaurant ‘lucky fortune cookery’ in san fransokyo square.

the camera was propped up on a napkin holder, slightly facing away from you. riki was doing a mini mukbang segment for his channel (and a small part of your vlog), while you were eating in the background.

“so, riki.” you started speaking before taking a bite of your birria ramen. “what are your top 5 rides from both parks as a first time enjoyer?”

riki put his potsticker down and gasped. “that’s such a hard question! i can’t even decide right now with all this good food overwhelming me. you go first.”

“alright.” you chuckled. “in order, probably.. radiator springs for sure, and toy story mania second. hmm..” you hummed in thought.

“see! it’s a tough situation.” he laughed.

“alright! okay, i’ll prove it’s not. haunted mansion, star wars, and incredicoaster, that’s 5.” you exclaimed. riki lifted one hand up, giving you a high five.

“okay now me! definitely guardians of the galaxy as number one. then, incredicoaster second. matterhorn, radiator springs, and indiana jones!”

“perfect.” you said in awe, reaching to high five him with both hands. riki interlocked your fingers with his, but then reality hit you.

you froze, before gently pulling away. you realized you were getting too close, too comfortable. and you shut down, like you always did with any boy after gunwook. even sometimes seunghan.

you looked down, too scared to make eye contact. but when you did, riki smiled at you, before going back to eating his food.

it was silent for a moment, but not awkward at all. it was slightly comforting, even after the little moment you had.

“y/n..” he started. “i know, i’m sorry. i don’t know why it happens, i just-” you cut him off, beginning to ramble. but riki stopped you. he reached for your hand, holding it softly. “it’s not that. i just think that i know why.”

“you do? how..?” “it’s some kind of trauma response to gunwook. you shut down because you’re scared it’ll happen again.”

he took note of your silence. riki knew what you were thinking, it was written all over your face. “yeah, i know. sunoo and sunghoon told me.”

you nodded in response, before mumbling something. riki almost didn’t catch it, but hes glad that he did. “can i sit next to you?”

“of course you can.” he whispered back. riki pulled out the metal chair next to him, so you can take your place.

slowly, you leaned closer to him, before finally resting your shoulder in the crook of his neck. riki slightly flinched at the contact, but instinctively wrapped his arm tight around your waist.

“i’m tired.” you mumbled. “it’s okay. i’ll wake you up when it’s time to go home.” he said, bringing his free hand up to cradle your cheek.

“riki?” “i know.” riki sighed. “but you can trust me. i’ll never hurt you the way he did.” he muttered, before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. and that’s all you remembered, before falling into a deep sleep.

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[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ do you believe in love? | gojo satoru

wc: 808

summary: you’re both 23 when you first ask gojo about love.

contains: written with f!reader in mind but no pronouns are mentioned, a bit of sad, there is a swear, kind of a will-they-won’t-they, alludes to some of gojo’s possible internal struggles, might feel a bit ooc? but i like to think gojo does have serious conversations once in a while 

a/n: the kind of gojo i envision in this is inspired by all the teen dad/dad gojo fics that i’ve ever read, most notably 'teen dad gojo' by @seravphs and 'keeping up with the fushiguros' by @/augustinewrites. this isn’t an addition to any of their works, but the way they write and characterise gojo has shaped the way i understand him (and ultimately how i write him) in these little blurbs of mine :’) please do check their works out if you have the time, it’s some of my favourites!! :’)

collection masterlist: conversations on love you are here -> 02. tell me about love (show me how)

“Do you believe in love?” 

You don’t think he hears you at first, but that’s impossible; the night is quiet, with only you and Gojo sitting by the steps of the dormitory entrance. His dangly long legs brush against yours, lingering barely. 

Since Suguru’s defection, Gojo’s gotten a lot more contemplative. He hides it a lot, especially with Megumi and Tsumiki around, but there are times that you catch him spacing out. There’s a far away look on his face and his demeanor completely shifts, rambunctiousness fading into something more restrained, if only in that moment. 

Other times, you’re let into that space with him, like now. 

“I do.” he replies, uncharacteristically succinct. He doesn’t even look at you when he says it. 

You weren’t expecting it, to be honest. With everything that’s happened to him so far, you were ready for a flat out cynical ‘no’. But—

“But,” he continues, “not for me.” 

There’s the ‘but’. 

He turns to look at you, eyes covered by the bandages he’s been opting for more recently. You’ve known Gojo since you were both 15, and somehow, you’ve gotten good at guessing what he’s always hiding. 

“You wanna tell me why?” you nudge. You figure this is good for him—or at least you hope it is. 

Getting Gojo to actually sit and have a real conversation with you has been increasingly difficult since Suguru disappeared. Taking in the Fushiguros, then the higher ups assigning him missions back-to-back-to-back—it’s been a lot. And you worry about him, if he’s even been able to sit down and process everything, if he’s even given himself the chance to feel for once. 

“Not really,” he shrugs, turning back to the garden in front of you. There isn’t much to discuss, it either fits in his life or doesn’t. When he’s meant for a purpose much larger than himself, small wants remain at just that: small, negligible. 

You huff, unable to hide your disappointment, “Okay.” 

But, you respect him and what he wants (or does not want) to say. 

As you stare out with him, Gojo eyes you from the side, the pout on your lips a teenage souvenir you still carry now at 23. He breaks into a small smile, the corners of his lips curving up slightly, fondly. 

“It’s just not meant for me, that’s all.” 

He doesn’t look at you when he says that, too. 

You slowly avert your gaze from the grass in front of you, focusing on him instead. His smile is still there, although it feels resigned, like he’s accepted this long ago. 

Gojo has never been meant to handle something so delicate and fragile—his divinity keeps him untouchable from such pure things. 

Still, you want to tell him that that’s not true. That you think love is meant for everyone, even in this fucked up, cursed world—especially in this fucked up, cursed world. 

You want to tell him that love is meant for him too. 

“Do you wish it were?”

He hums, arms stretching back as he leans on his wrists. His head dips back, looking at the sky. There’s a pause, then an exhale before he continues, “There’s no point thinking about it, I guess.” 

A non-answer. You take what you can get; it’s hard enough getting Gojo to be honest with you, much less talk about things like this. The night continues this way: you exchange anecdotes about your latest missions, then talk about Megumi’s most recent involvement in a school incident. Serious questions pop up here and there but you don’t push, and Gojo is willing to share what he can. 

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You are 23 when you first ask Gojo if he believes in love, and he does, but what he doesn’t tell you is this: that he only believes it because he sees it in you—through the things you do, for Megumi and Tsumiki. For him too. 

There’s always been this unspoken thing between the two of you. He doesn’t know what to call it—never has, but it’s comfortable and safe, so he tries to keep it that way. 

Suguru has left an unpatchable hole inside of him that only you can seem to touch, softening the jaggedy edges so it doesn’t cut as deep. When he first showed up with Megumi and Tsumiki that one Friday night, you had all the questions in the world; he could see it, feel it in the furrow of your brows and the tapping of your foot. But instead, you asked this: “Have you guys eaten dinner yet?”

Gojo cannot afford love, not yet. Not when there’s still so much at risk, still so much to do. The cons significantly outweigh the pros on both ends, so this will have to do for now—this unspoken thing, that he hopes one day, he can finally call for what it really is.

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[traveler-at-heart]

Across the Natashaverse - Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Summary: After you're sent to another world, Natasha has to deal with yourself, from another universe, and a very different life.

Other POV from this fic.

“Put more weight on your left foot” Natasha says, barely checking America’s movements.

Of course she knows this is important. Maria asked her to train Chavez in the basics of hand to hand combat. Her mind is elsewhere, though.

Especifically, you.

Natasha thought she was doing you a favor, she really did. Someone as kind as you could do much better than her. Agreeing to a date would only give you false hope, so she rejected the invitation.

It was foolish of her to think that things would be the same after that. You weren’t distant or rude, though that might have been easier.

Every morning, you’d still have breakfast with her, show her funny videos or tell her about your latest discoveries in the lab with Stark, which in the end, were related to her work as well.

You simply stopped sharing your interests, or going out of your way to seek her company. Long gone were the days of sitting together at the Met while you talked about your favorite paintings. Or the grocery shopping that turned into strolls through Central Park and ended in your favorite bookshop.

All that was left now were pleasantries.

“Am I doing it right?” America asks. She sure as hell isn’t, so Natasha shakes her head, hoping she can manage to focus on the task at hand.

“Stop” she says, stepping on the sparring mat.

“Please don’t tell me you want me to fight you”

“You’re punching the air, Chavez. The only way to learn is by doing. It will be fine”

The girl doesn’t seem too convinced, but Natasha starts with slow movements and corrects America as they go. When the intensity of the training increases, the girl’s powers begin to stir. A yellow flash on the ceiling distracts Natasha, and the next thing she feels is America’s fist colliding with her cheek.

“Crap! Agent Romanoff, I’m so sorry”

But there’s another loud thud, not far from the gym.

“Did you hear that?” Natasha asks, trying to figure what the noise is.

“Maybe”

“Take a break” Natasha instructs, looking around the room to check if everything’s alright. The team is still figuring out the extent of her powers and Natasha worries the girl just unleashed a demonic creature or something.

The redhead is so focused on the room, she doesn’t notice someone approaching.

That is, until she feels a hard slap on her ass, and a sultry voice against her ear.

“There’s my favorite ass-assin”

Five seconds later, she has the intruder upside down, back against the floor, gasping for air.

“Baby, I know you don’t like my jokes but this is a little too much, don’t you think?”

It takes her a second to process what’s happening.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, love” you smirk, all smug despite being knocked down by Natasha. “The weirdest thing just happened, I was going to get a snack because Anya was moody and then fell on my ass right outside the gym”

Natasha stares at you, as if you’re speaking a foreign language. And then it all clicks. The slightly longer hair, how you smell and feel different.

She let’s go of you and starts pulling your shirt by the collar.

“Hell yeah, let’s get naked”

“Where’s your birthmark?”

“I don’t have a…”

“You’re from another world”

“Ah, that’s so sweet…” you try to lean forward and kiss her, but she pushes you away. “Babe, I’m getting mixed signals here”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., call for an emergency meeting”

—

“I’m sorry, she’s what?” Sam points at you, and Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose.

“She’s from another universe. America must have opened up a portal when we were training”

“Alright, so she just opens it back and we correct the mistake”

“It’s not that simple” Tony walks in.

“Uhm, guys. This meeting should be for Avengers only” you lower your voice, eyeing the man suspiciously.

“Hello? That table you’re sitting in so carelessly. Mahogany. Paid by me”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen this man before”

“A world without Tony Stark” Steve says, amused.

“Must be really quiet in your Compound” Sam says and you smirk.

“Why, no thanks to you. Not with all those super models you’re always bringing back to your room” you raise your eyebrows and Sam’s eyes widen.

“I date super models? I wanna go to her world”

Steve and Tony begin to argue about how that will make the multiverse collapse, when Natasha interrupts them.

“She’s messing with you, idiots”

Tony and Sam look at each other and then at you. You almost fall to the ground as you laugh. Since you’re not helpful, the team ignores you as they keep discussing the best way to identify your reality and correct the glitch.

“Y/N 2.0, we need more information about your… where did she go?” Tony grumbles.

“I got this” Natasha sighs, stomping to the kitchen. Sure enough, you’re rummaging through the fridge, complaining at every item of food you find.

“Don’t you have anything with sugar here?”

“You’re free to prepare anything for yourself”

“Not unless you want the kitchen to explode, Nat”

The redhead pushes you aside, while you look around the living room, inspecting the pictures on every place you can find.

“No wedding? Or Anya?”

“Nope” Natasha says, her voice shaking lightly.

“Why?”

“None of your business” she says, handing you a plate with a sanwich.

“Thanks. How did you know I was lying about Stark and Wilson?”

“Your voice gets all high pitched when you tell a lie” she answers, refusing to look at you.

“Huh” you mumble, taking a bite out of the sandwich. “Um. Is this peanut butter?”

“Would her Highness prefer caviar?” Natasha teases, but turns around and finds you covered in hives. “Shit!”

“That’s fine” you say, struggling to breathe. “Nothing an epi can’t fix, love”

You pass out in the middle of the kitchen, wondering if you’ll leave this foreign universe in one piece.

—

After leaving you at the medbay, Natasha goes back to the meeting room. She’s examining all the reports and missions that are related to multiverses. It’s a lot to digest, including all the quantum physics.

Alone for the first time since this whole thing started, she finally allows herself the chance to miss you. Right around this time, you’d be making dinner, and she’d be in the kitchen, pretending to help just to be close to you.

What if she never gets you back?

“Hello, there” a voice says. You approach slowly, knowing it’s best not to surprise her.

“How are you feeling? I’m really sorry…”

“There’s no way you could have known. It honestly never occurred to me that things like allergies were different” you say, patting her leg. “Interested in string theory?”

“Yeah, it’s a great ice breaker” Natasha says, and you chuckle. “You don’t seem too worried”

“The America Chavez of my world has had a bit more training. I’m sure I’ll be back home for lunch tomorrow”

“You could have said something!” Natasha feels the need to kick your ass again.

“Hey, I was gonna! And then I almost died”

“Jerk”

“What are you so worried about? She’s in a safe world”

“What if your Natasha gave Y/N a similar welcome?”

“Oh, I’m sure she had her pinned to a wall, only for very different reasons”

Natasha turns to you, alarmed. Her jealousy is so obvious that all you can do is laugh.

“There it is. I wasn’t sure you had any feelings towards her. Wanna tell me what happened?” you nudge her chair with your foot and she looks at you, annoyed.

“She asked me out, gave me flowers, I said no”

“Flowers, huh? Well, she’s more romantic than me. Natasha and I were pretending to be a couple for a mission and then I just blurted out I wouldn���t mind doing it again under different circumstances” you explain, laughing at the memory.  “But hey, if flowers and chocolates aren’t your thing, I respect it”

“It’s not like that”

“Then, what is it like?”

She thinks back to all the times you’ve made her feel safe, cared for, loved. You make it look so easy, but for the life of her, Natasha can’t figure out how to reciprocate.

What you make her feel, is too good and beautiful for someone like her.

“I haven’t earned her love” is all she manages to say.

“Natasha” you call, softly, and only speak when she finally turns to you. “You don’t have to do anything to be deserving of love”

There is silence, and then you take her hand in yours.

“Come on, I’m starving. Let’s grab some Chinese”

“Fine. No more peanut butter, though. I don’t want to fight myself if something happens to you”

“Now that would be entertaining”

—

Next morning, everyone is back in the meeting room. Apparently, due to some bad experiences, they’ve decided you should come back to your world immediately, before the universes collapse.

“I promise you, it will be fine” you insist. Natasha is the only one that seems to believe you, so you save yourself the trouble and spin around in the office chair.

“Can you stop?” Steve says, irritated.

“I’m trying to create a vortex that is powerful enough to send me back to my reality, Steve” but he still glares and you stand up. “Fine. I’m getting a snack”

As you exit the room, Natasha comes running behind you.

“Wait. I wanted to apologize”

“Steve is an old grumpy man, don’t sweat it”

“No, not about that. I’m sorry for… being so hard on you when you first got here”

“We deal with aliens and all kinds of threats.  It’s not so crazy to think that an intruder is dangerous. It’s all good, Nat” you shrug your shoulders.

“I just wouldn’t be ok if your Natasha had acted that way with my Y/N”

“Your Y/N?” you repeat, pleased as Natasha blushes. “Good for you, Romanoff. Get the girl. Trust me when I say, she’ll make it worth it” you wiggle your eyebrows.

“Such a flirt”

“We can’t help ourselves around you, no matter the universe”

You wink, and walk to the kitchen, leaving Natasha in the hallway.

Inevitably, she thinks about you. The one that belongs here, with her. Are you enjoying your time in that other universe? Will you resent her for bringing you back? Maybe that Natasha is more loving and sweet, and you’ll finally realise that she can’t actually make you happy…

Her thoughts begin to spiral again, until the commotion in the room breaks her train of thought.

“Damn, you fell from the ceiling” Sam says, looking up. A yellow portal closes just as Natasha opens up the door. Everyone’s around you, and when your face comes to view, Natasha’s heart almost stops.

There’s a little cut and bruising from the fall, but you’re back.

She pushes everyone, and wraps you in her arms. You return the gesture.

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s me”

She hugs you closer, smiling against your neck.

Natasha’s never letting go again.

—

“So, tell me everything!” you say, sitting next to Natasha as you drive back home. “Did I tell you I almost died to peanut exposure?”

“Looks like someone had fun” your wife comments and you smile.

“What about you, my love? Did you do anything dirty with my other self?”

“Well, there might have been some kissing and touching before I noticed…”

“Not to brag, but the other Natasha was on top of me” you say, trying to pretend like it’s no big deal your wife kissed another you.

“You pissed her off and she threw you to the ground, didn’t she?” Natasha smirks.

Damn it.

“Maybe”

Seeing your daughter brings you back to reality. Fun as it was to be in another universe, your life is perfect here.

“Mommy, are you cooking dinner again tonight?” the girl says as you carry her to the kitchen.

“Uh… let’s have lunch first, yes? Go wash your hands”

Natasha hands you a plate of what the other Y/N made and you gasp.

“Holy crap, this is delicious! Babe, not gonna lie, I wouldn’t have judged you if you fucked her against a wall after tasting her food”

“You’re such an idiot” Natasha rolls her eyes, sitting on your lap and stealing a bite of the pasta. “But you are my idiot”

“Always and in every universe, baby”

You kiss her softly, happy to be home.

[its-quiet-colter]

Hello! I’m not sure if you take requests but I’d love to see a Joel x M reader fic where Joel’s only started to experiment with his sexuality and reader is a long time friend of his who he’s confided in.

Maybe they sit down on the couch, have a few beers, and watch the game and Joel attempts to give reader a blowjob for the first time??

Again, I have no idea if you take requests so please feel free to ignore this if I’ve overstepped

Show me how to love you

Joel Miller x Male!Reader [Pre-outbreak]

Word Count: 4134

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, denial of feelings, implied switch!Joel, come eating, blowjob, masturbation, slight internalised homophobia. also bisexual!joel referencing his ex-wife and Tess but this is 100% reader focused.

Notes: hello anon! never apologise! i love requests and you're my first one. they're always welcome, and this got me out of my writing slump so thank you!! i also apologise, i have only played the video games and i haven't seen show. so if this feels a bit ooc, it's because i'm going off of my experience with the games. i tried my best :)

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Joel Miller is not a man who understands relationships well. Nor has he ever been good with them. He keeps to himself, choosing to remain closed off. Each offer for a coffee after school drop off ends or dinner at one of the nicer restaurants around town are all turned down with a tone that’s polite enough and borders on cold for anyone who doesn’t know him well enough. Emotionally unavailable, one of the women from the school’s mothers group had called him. He supposes there’s some truth to it. Joel is a man who swore never again to wear his heart on his sleeve after all.

It’s for a good cause, he tells himself. Sarah doesn’t need the stress of meeting a new woman, nor the inconsistency of being placed second in priority to any potential girlfriend. Not his babygirl. Joel is a dad now, a single dad. And he’s made peace with that. At least that’s what he tells himself each night. Maybe Sarah does want that female role model to call ‘mom’ at the end of the day and cheer her on at soccer practice beside Joel. He’s buried that long before he can ever begin to answer that question. 

He has his routine now, settled comfortably into the role of single dad. Bedtimes set, school lunches packed, laundry folded, in the car for school by seven-thirty in the morning. It’s not exciting but it's fulfilling. And that’s more than he can ask for right now. He tells himself there’s no room for anything extra in his day.

But as Joel watches Tommy and Maria, he can’t help but think about it. He’s lonely. The two of them leave a heavy feeling in his chest, like he’s stuck behind a shield of glass. Forever believing he’ll be unable to find the kind of connection he’d once known. It’s a far cry to hope for anything remotely similar to what his brother and Maria have. That feeling of security, domesticity, comfort. A pang of guilt hits him as he remembers the way Tess walked out the door and out of his life after the third attempt of trying to make it work. Both of them were unable to convince each other that they were anything more than friends. But that’s all far away now, faded memories and the phantom feeling of kisses he’d felt a long time ago. 

He can live with that, he tells himself. But it starts to feel less and less convincing each day that passes.

Joel hasn’t had sex with someone in well over a year. That number grows to be even greater for anyone who managed to stay longer than one night. He’s taken to sleeping in the middle of the bed, a book stacked on each bedside, collecting dust as the nights are spent alone thinking up at the ceiling. His home is sparsely decorated, with no one waiting for him at the end of a hard day’s work to tell him the house needs a spring clean or some serious redecorating. The divorce papers left on the kitchen counter from Sarah’s mother were merely just the nail in the coffin for Joel’s lackluster love life. 

It’s harder when Sarah is at school. The house is dreadfully empty, quiet. He considered getting a dog, if only to hear an extra set of footsteps in the house. The only real respite from his restless mind these days are your visits. Whether it’s meeting at the steakhouse for dinner, the weekly football game, or Tommy’s barbecue that Joel insists you tag along to for the sake of his sanity. You are one of the few people that doesn't make Joel feel lonely. He doesn’t look at you and yearn, he feels safe enough to lean on you, to confide in you over a beer and a good laugh. His best friend.

Whether it’s the stress of work or his struggles with the women in his life, or lack thereof, Joel knows he can trust you. Not once have you laughed or dismissed his emotions, even when it takes him half an hour of stubborn emotional inner conflict to admit he’s terribly lonely. You’ve always listened, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder with a firm squeeze. Stable. That’s what you are. The touch you provide easing all of Joel’s worries. You understand him, you’re all he needs.

And you’re great with kids, with Sarah. He trusts you more than he’s willing to admit.

Whenever Tommy needs to whisk him away for an extra hand on fixing up the porch or finishing up whatever project he’s working on, Joel can always rest easy when you agree to babysit for the night and watch over her. There’s never any nerves when he gives you the keys before he waves goodbye. You are Joel’s longest and closest friend. You’re as much family to him as Tommy or Maria.

Only you can make his heart feel warm when he comes through the door well past midnight, just to find you asleep in front of the television with Sarah dozing beside you. Empty cups of hot chocolate sit on the coffee table and her head is pillowed on your shoulder. The sounds of your snores drowning out the movie. 

Joel always notices the smell of home cooked dinner that lingers in the house, and the spare plate you leave for him to eat later. Or the way your boots are plonked alongside his and Sarah’s at the door, coated in a layer of damp snow. You’re an integral part of Joel’s life, of Joel himself. 

The next morning, when he watches you get back in your pickup and pull out of his driveway with a wave to him and Sarah, Joel silently wonders what it would be like if you lived together.

– 

School’s back in swing from the holidays, the cooler weather bringing along the ever-present loneliness now that Sarah is out for most of the day. Even at work, it’s barely enough to keep his agitated mind at bay. Too much free time to think now that he’s not playing board games and watching movies during the break.

He waits in the car outside of the gates, the heater keeping him warm whilst he waits to pick up his daughter once the bell rings. Joel’s fingers rub over the worn leather on the steering wheel as the engine hums silently in the background. It’s boring, he thinks, tilting his wrist to recheck the time on his watch. It’s been three minutes since he last checked. He sighs, rubbing a tired hand over his face, thumb brushing over the stubble on his chin. Sitting idle with his thoughts is not Joel’s forte and yet he finds himself doing it whenever he’s alone.

It’s really an afterthought when his eyes drift over towards two men walking across the street, unimposing and going about their day. With a coffee in hand, they walk towards the direction of Joel. it’s not until he notices their free hands are intertwined with each other’s, engrossed in an effortless conversation. He wonders what they’re talking about.

They look like old lovers, not youngsters in their twenties. But it’s the ease in which they walk hand in hand with each other, comfortable and light, that has Joel’s chest aching, a sour feeling settling over him. Their eyes hold so much affection for one another, like their whole world is standing right next to them. An everyday intimacy Joel has long forgotten about.

The brunette laughs at something the redhead says, his head falling back to reveal a faint mark that peeks out of the collar of his shirt. He can almost picture how it was put there, placed along the curve of the brunette’s neck. Something heated, warm and passionate underneath the cover of darkness, pressed against the heat of a mattress. Or maybe it was something far softer; a press of lips against warm skin and stubble. Protected under the early morning sunshine that filters through the window.

He tries to visualise it in his mind, but it’s blurry. Joel understands the basics of two men together, but the details elude him. It’s not something he ever thought it was worth thinking about. He’s never been in a situation where he’s on the receiving end of another man’s attention. Except for that one dreadful time at the pub when he had been oblivious to the flirty words of another patron at the bar.

You had laughed, warm and rumbly from your chest after Joel sat down beside you with your drinks, unaware that the entire interaction had been an attempt to get his number.

Joel watches as the brunette and the redhead pass by his car, the fog seemingly to clear and the moment is lost. Reality crashes back down at the sound of the door opening and closing as Sarah hops into the backseat of the car, shaking off her jacket. The image is gone, but the ache in his chest never truly fades. 

“Hey kiddo, how was school?”

–

The image of the couple remains with Joel well into the months passing. Winter has truly settled in now. With frost coating the windows, the shovel taken out of the cupboard and left by the door for everyday use, a snowman guarding the front lawn. Joel finds himself making hot chocolates for Sarah and trying hopelessly to stitch up the holes in her coats and beanies. 

It’s in the dead of night, when he’s alone under a layer of warm blankets, whiskey settling heavy in his gut to compliment the hum of arousal that simmers and brews away. Joel slides a hand under his boxers, pushing past the waistband. It’s a feeling so foreign with just how long it's been. 

He lets his mind wander, trying to think of long hair, sticky lipstick and scented perfume that borders on too sweet– relying on the same old fantasies which stopped feeling exciting years ago but that get the job done. He wraps a hand around himself, arching slightly as precum makes the slide over his cock easier. Joel bites his lip, brow furrowed as his imagination gives way to the thought of a solid chest, the sprinkle of hair across warm skin that trails down to a navel. The scrape of stubble over his inner thighs, leaving kisses and marks in their wake. It's easier to picture than he assumed, the roughness of his own palm gifting the illusion he’s not alone. Perhaps it’s one of the other single dad’s, or the lad who works over at the hardware store, or you.

Heat pools in his stomach at the thought of you, his best friend. 

“Ngh, fuck.” he mumbles.

Joel thumbs the slit, his cock twitching in his hand as he imagines you next to him, your weight settled on top of him like a security blanket as he chokes back a moan and gives himself over to you.

A hand covers his mouth as his orgasm hits suddenly, far closer to the edge than he thought he was. His chest heaves and his thighs shake as he rides out the strongest orgasm he’s had in a long time. Come coats his fist as he strokes himself, grinding up into his palm to draw out the last of his pleasure.

In the darkness of his room alone, all sated and spent, Joel brings his palm up and licks the come off his hand whilst it’s still warm. For a moment, he can pretend it's yours.

–

When he sees you for the weekly game that plays on cable, Joel’s stomach all but drops and guilt washes over him and settles uncomfortably in his chest. He takes it all back. Feeling lonely and wanting is far better than whatever feelings he’s holding for you. It’s more than just your looks, he realises. Joel really loves you. He feels safe with you, enough to be vulnerable and confide his turmoils with. The thought of ever telling you what’s going on in head scares him shitless.

As you walk into Joel’s house, it’s warm and inviting. Enough to strip your coat, shaking it off to remove the excess snow. Joel’s left space for you in his life, an extra space on the coat hanger by the door, a dozen eggs instead of six, an extra beer placed in the fridge. Little things you’ve noticed. You occupy his living room, his kitchen and now almost always, you take pride and place in his bedroom when he’s alone at night.

Joel watches as you sit next to him on the couch, hyper aware of the space between you two, or lack thereof. He tries to focus on the game. The cheering, the scorecard, the pass of the ball from player to player, but it all feels a million miles away. You, however, feel all too close and Joel feels like he’s about to say something stupid.

“You okay?” You ask softly, breaking the silence of the room. He watches you turn towards him, shifting on the couch with your beer balanced on your knee. You’ve always listened to him, given him the space he needs to talk if he wants. Joel almost hates the soft gentle tone of your voice, it makes him want to tell you everything.

“Yeah, ‘m good.” He says, it sounds unconvincing even to his own ears. “Just stressed with work and Sarah’s school and stuff..”

You know he’s lying. Joel’s never stressed about work, the tasks come easy to him, working away with his hands helps him think rather than stress. And he takes to looking after Sarah like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Of course he worries like any dad would, but it’s not like him to get all quiet and fidgety through a football game.

“Alright.” Your voice is gentle, understanding he doesn’t want to talk about it. You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, squeezing in reassurance. Trying to convey without words that you’ve got him, that he’s not alone.

Joel’s quiet for a long time, but the way he leans into your touch doesn't go unnoticed. The game rumbles in the background, both of you watching it and neither paying attention.

“Have you ever… have you ever been with a man?” Joel asks, awkward and shaky. Uncertain. His arms folded over his chest as he shuffles uncomfortably, silently scolding himself for asking outright. But how else was he supposed to say it?

You can hear the tremble in his voice, the underlying fear written within the words. Unsaid and yet read all the same. Joel knows you’re more accepting than most, there’s been countless instances throughout your friendship to suggest you’d have no problem with such a question. And yet the man who is a born and bred Texan, who knows the way neighbours talk and strangers stare. His mind falls back to the brunette and the redhead, and the kind of things they must have to face.

“Yeah, I have.” You nod, your expression soft as you see the range of emotions crossing over his face. Shock, relief, confusion and fear.

“You have?” Joel asks in disbelief, like he won’t believe it until he’s heard it again. You’d tell him a million times if you had to. “How did you know…? That you were interested, I mean.”

“Well,” You start, a hand rubbing over your chin. “I kind of figured it out when I was real young, you know, a boy in my class, the neighbour's son, that kind of thing. But I didn’t really get it all figured out till I got to college. You know how the south is.”

“Yeah… I know.” Joel nods solemnly, it’s something he’s been thinking about over and over for months now. He opens his mouth, ready to speak and then a beat later not so ready. Joel closes his mouth, fidgets awkwardly under the silence. He doesn’t know what to do with the information of knowing that you, his best friend, have probably already gone through all the inner turmoil he has right now. But you’ve come out the other side, comfortable with yourself all these years later. Joel would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous.

“Is that why you’ve been so stressed lately?” You ask, watching as Joel nods and takes a swig of the beer, wishing it was whiskey.

“You know you don’t have to hide how you’re feeling with me, Joel.” You place a gentle hand on his elbow, the touch grounding and Joel realises how desperately he needs to let it out. He’s held it in for far too long.

“I know, it’s just-” Joel cuts himself off, frustrated with himself that he can’t confide in you how he usually does. He needs you, your comfort. The normalcy you bring. “It’s something I've been thinkin’ about for a while now. But it ain’t as simple as just acting on it.”

Your hand moves up from his elbow to his shoulder again, your thumb brushing over the warm skin of his neck where the collar of his shirt ends. He shivers slightly, the touch lovely and cosy with the cold weather raging outside. Joel looks down at your hand on his shoulder. Then to your face where his eyes trail down to your lips.

Oh, you think. Realize. You know that look. Joel’s clearly thought about it and he’s thought about you specifically. There’s a hint of vulnerability and guilt in his eyes, his expression so raw. Like he’s finally decided to drop that emotional stoicism and reach a hand out for you.

The empty beer bottles are put down on the coffee table, as you turn to face Joel. One hand gently coming up to cup his cheek as the anticipation builds.

“Can I?” You ask softly, not wanting to break the fragile moment.

“Please.” Joel nods, and you lean forward. Lips press against lips and you feel the bristling of his stubble against your own as he leans into the kiss. His hands hesitate against the couch, curled into fists before he relaxes into the feel of your hands against his cheeks and your lips parting to feel each other more.

Your tongue swipes across his teeth and you feel the vibration of his moan as he opens his mouth and lets you explore your mouth. Joel’s hands unclench from the couch and he holds onto your shirt, pulling you closer so your legs start to tangle as you both spread out on the couch. When you pull away for breath, Joel is panting against your lips, the tip of his nose brushing over your cheek in a warm gesture.

“Too much?” You ask, not wanting to push him too far too soon. 

He shakes his head, still holding onto your shirt as if he’s afraid to let go. “No, not at all.”

You kiss him once, and then again. Then, before you know it, the halftime break is up and the game resumes in the background, but it’s lost on you both. The feeling of Joel pressed against you, the low thrum of arousal that grows between you. It’s far better than any game going on.

Joel slides down off the couch, and for a moment you think he’s fallen with the way he settles on his knees with a soft thud. But as he looks up at you, his chin resting on your leg, you know he went there willingly.

“Can I?” He says softly. Now it’s his turn to ask you, to want to be given permission as he tugs at your jeans slightly.

“You don’t have to–”

“I want to.” Joel says, shaking his head as he looks up at you with more certainty than he’s shown all night.

He’s wanted this for months now, the feel of another man. And yet, Joel is ill prepared for the intimacy of the moment. The warmth of your skin, the scent of sweat and arousal. The way your fingers slide through his short, shabby hair, guiding him down onto your length for the first time. You moan softly, hands cradling his head as he takes your into his mouth. God that’s good. Both of you are lost in the sensation of the other. The feel of your cock, warm and heavy under his tongue. And the warmth in your gut as Joel licks away the precum that beads from your tip.

The faint flicker of blue light from the game in the background bounces off his hair, catching the dark strands and illuminates a faint silver glow. A halo of soft light around his curls and the shadows cast over the curve of his nose as he looks up at you, the head of your cock swallowed around his lips. It’s intoxicating and you can’t help but moan at the sight of Joel below you.

Arousal settles in his belly, the strain of his own erection pushing at the zipper of his jeans. But Joel barely passes a thought for his own pleasure, instead captivated by the jut of your hips as you begin to thrust shallowly into his mouth.

“Steady, there you go baby.” You drawl, your voice heavy with arousal. Just the sight of Joel between your legs, moaning on your cock is enough to make you feel close. He gets too ahead of himself, too desperate and eager to feel you as he tries to take you all the way down. A gag is torn from him, and he can’t help but drool and splutter, pulling back from your length as it rests against his cheek, connected by a line of spittle.

“I don’t know what I'm doing.” Joel admits. The statement takes more vulnerability than he’s willing to admit, but it’s masked by the roughness in his voice, his accent raw and drawn out. 

“Just open your mouth wide and let your tongue fall over your teeth, darlin’.” You soothe, hands cupping either side of his head. 

Joel does as you’ve told, taking comfort and pleasure in your instruction. He likes it when you’re in charge. He can lose himself in your calming words, your experience helping him let go. He’s not worried about impressing you or messing up. Instead he just focuses on the heavy weight of your length on his tongue and the salty taste of precum. His own cock twitches in his pants and he realizes he could come untouched if he really wanted. But he had a feeling you’d take care of him regardless.

This is what he has been missing for so long now. Not just sex. But intimacy and safety. You’re his confidant, of course he trusts you to take care of him. Joel moans around you, his hands clutching at your thighs as he feels you move in and out of his mouth.

“Joel– ‘m close darlin’.” You warn gently, fingers tightening around his hair as your hips start to lift off the couch slightly. Joel groans, the thought of you finishing in his mouth causing his eyes to close as he buries his nose in your curls and sucks hard.

“Oh fuck.” Your moan is drowned out by the crowd cheering for a touchdown, and your hands stroke his sweaty hair off his forehead. Joel moans as he swallows your come, warm and a little salty. It trickles down his chin when you pull away, and if it wasn’t for his own arousal starting to ache, he’d have stayed down there on his knees for another hour.

You reach down, your thumb brushing away the mess on his chin before you’re kissing him and pulling him back up onto the couch with you. The taste of yourself lingers on his lips and Joel pants for breath between kisses, shuffling out of his jeans whilst trying to stay plastered to you.

“You know, for your first blowjob, you’re not too bad, darlin’.” You chuckle lightly, watching as he settles back against the armrest of the couch, a hand wrapped lazily around himself as he strokes his length.

Joel can’t help but laugh soft, trailing off into a soft gasp as you start to kiss your way down his chest to his navel. 

“Gonna let me repay the favour, mh?” You ask with a smile, wrapping your hand around his own to set the pace.

“Ngh, don’t leave me hanging, darlin’.” He moans softly, laying back against the couch as his eyes close.

Your smile is warm and playful as you settle between his legs, knowing just how good you’re going to make your man feel. Because he’s yours. He has been for a long time, it just took Joel a while to realise it.

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 47-52 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

Time to recap the first proper wolgraha miniarc. See what you might’ve missed, or simply enjoy the extra content in form of my rambling.

47 stands out as a bit disconnected, floaty, introspective episode fully focusing on Exarch’s pov. I’ve scattered some breadcrumbs for him throughout the entire comic, time to pick those up. He may be an oblivious fool in certain moments, but I believe he wouldn’t keep insisting on staying deaf and blind when evidence’s shoved in his face. So, this moment of recollection and rethinking marks the start of the canon divergence, all of his future actions are colored by this.

Vivi has a dire effect on some people even without trying to manipulate them.

The composition forms a star here :3c

This panel should make their likeness even more obvious, they’re mirror reflections, albeit deliciously twisted ones. Also, the V sign is literally something that Vivi. Just. Does.

Exarch's heard from Vivi himself that they might be the same, Urianger literally tells him to go to a mirror and ponder, but when he does, and tries to look a bit more like he imagines Vivi, he can't stand what he sees in the mirror. They still aren't the same in his heart of hearts, even if reality itself tries to prove otherwise.

Hidden Angst Time! I can only hope that most readers are familiar with the flashback bubbles by now, and that this panel reads as it should: Feo Ul embraces Exarch while pointing out that they’re also being ostracized by their kind. Though the ultimate fae wisdom lies in accepting something the way it is, and just not caring too much.

More under the cut~ 

*rewinds all the way back to episode 1* hehe

“Does a hero have to be happy about his job” is one of my personal fav lines so far, I think it hits hard, pointing not only at Vivi, but at Exarch as well, and the visual supports it. I think this encapsulates Exarch’s ideology.

Exarch’s GASP could be interpreted as saying GASP out loud, which only makes it funnier.

Vivi carefully plans his entrance in order to make the atmosphere less formal. Approaching normally just wouldn’t do it. Also he just feels relaxed and safe to be silly. Remember how lowkey he was since his arrival to the First? His behavior all but contradicted what I said and showed about him in the ARR arc and outside of the comic.

Well, that’s in the past now. He’s finished assessing the situation and concluded that it’s okay to be more himself.

Feo Ul's upset that Exarch used his “radar” to detect Vivi’s ambush while they’d just used a similar ability to make sure that no emet-selchs are around.

If you catch a flirty vibe from Vivi in this episode, you're correct.

Vivi when he's remotely interested in a man:

My flavor of lampshading the obvious exposition dump. Oh Exarch, you asked for this, no take-backsies.

Another few hard-hitting questions from Exarch. It's easy to gloss over these, but if you slow down and think, it's decent angst material. Has anyone ever been concerned about Vivi's feelings, or was it more convenient to look away, even if intently, even if both sides knew they're better off not talking about that, for there's indeed no wol replacement. What good does acknowledging the situation if you can’t change it.

This's Vivi's memory, thus he appears small against the looming forms of the world leaders. Rigid, formal, impersonal. Raha's memories of the Ironworks seem to have a different vibe, despite all the parallels of the duty imposed by the world on one special guy. Also yeah I do wanna make my own version of the 8UC timeline and characters someday, for now these are just random characters that I consider as placeholders. And the dunmeshi cameo x’D

Yes, he mocks the people that he's saved. He's VERY frustrated with his job.

I offer you a fun game: spot all the mannerisms that make Vivi and Emet so alike. I genuinely never thought about this until this year, while this scene's pretty damn old, i.e. Vivi's always been like this, it precedes my Emet brainrot.

I swear that this line also was there before my Emet brainrot, but now it makes for a hilarious kind of foreshadowing.

You could already tell how "fit" he is for solving trolley problems.

This’s his “oops I talked too much shit” face.

The way Exarch just quietly TURNS and LOOKS at Vivi cracks me up. Don't undermine the tone with random jokes, dammit. But is this random? I’ve already analyzed this moment somewhere but for the sake of keeping important things in one place: they wrestle for control here. Exarch winds up for something serious, while Vivi wants to steer the convo towards more casual. It does somewhat lower the tension, though Exarch doesn’t relinquish his lead in the convo.

This doesn’t save him from becoming Frank forever from here on.

This miniarc’s rich with raw, hard-hitting words, so I’ll bring this up again.

We’re finally getting the explanation and context for a lot of previous episodes:

And the following episodes only help driving this point home. Vivi already sees the First as a viable escape from the Source with all of its shitty people and endless problems.

"This's why I... enjoy my time away from the Source": even at this seemingly high level of trust between them Vivi won't openly tell Exarch about his plans to stay here, a variable he doesn't want to become a risk.

Yes, he does an entirely calculated and strategic flop. A literal thirst trap.

Meme provided by my discord server:

Vivi casts provoke, it's..... not effective

^ This’s one of my personal fav exarchs I’ve ever drawn DADDY PLS

A panel that everyone loved to bits :>

I pair angst with other flavors to make it fun and non-repetitive. It's not "boohoo I can never kiss my hero, the world will end if I do, I'm so aggravated with myself", it's the hooded Exarch (duty) being mad at the unhooded Exarch (human), and delivering the same notion in a fun exchange. You can't help but laugh at the comical chibi violence, at the same time you acknowledge that it's a pretty fucked up act of suppressing one's innate human desires.

It's not a date, they just sit and talk <- the water in which Exarch is being slowly boiled.

I rarely talk about the visuals, but here I intended to make it look like a magical moment frozen in time. It's immersive, whimsical, full of color and movement. Despite the perceived warmth, the composition splits them apart, they're alone together. It’s still Raha’s pov, Vivi doesn’t seem to have any fond memories of the Source at all, we only hear about the past from his current jaded self.

An in-universe acknowledgment of the ARR arc lasting only 11 episodes x’D Though it’s all by design, it was meaningful only to Raha, while being a forgettable blip in time for Vivi.

Episode 52 opens with.... *drumroll*

NIP SLIP

I lovingly rendered that nip and I’ll make you look at it.

Ibuprofen meme would be the first thing that comes to mind, but consider the better/worse caption: "come to daddy". In all seriousness though, it’s a cool panel that I wanted to appreciate again. This IS Vivi’s pov.

The grimy beaten up Vivi creates questions that are answered in episode 53, which is yet to be released publicly at the moment of writing this. Some episodes, like 52-53 and 42-43, come in pairs that only make sense together due to the non-linear storytelling.

Yes this’s Aymeric, no I won’t say anything else :’> One thing that’s worth noting is the face Vivi makes here. And the distant, emotionless tone with which he recalls the moment of his own near-death.

Lemme spell it out even more plainly: Vivi romanticizes the moment he almost died. Exarch just happened to be present in that moment, and Vivi latched on to him as someone who would grant him escape, freedom, peace.

“A kindly wizard from fairytales”. I regret to inform you that we have two delusional fucks on our hands. Both see each other as some kinda dreamt up, idealized, mythical figures.

This miniarc isn’t over yet, but I’m wrapping up the recap here. Thanks for reading till the end~

[jmliebert]

For the Strongest, A Hard Claim ♡

Summary: "Halsin didn’t think it would happen so soon. Dear Silvanus, he wouldn’t have imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that tonight would be the night. The idea that Astarion craved his flesh so desperately was thrilling. Truth be told, everything about Astarion was thrilling for Halsin, but the thought that he wanted to penetrate him, to have his cock buried deep inside him—well, that was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome..."

in which Halsin wanted to show Astarion just how incredibly satisfying it could be to be thoroughly and passionately taken by someone who truly cared :)

shameless smut with (a little bit of) fluff?

Word count: 2,600

Tags: anal sex, size difference, power dynamics, shameless smut

Warnings: explicit content (18+)

Author's note: So... I’ve been daydreaming about Halsin taking a more submissive role for a change. I’m all about seeing this big, manly elf enjoying himself like that, not being ashamed of what he wants, so I wrote this for my own delight and figured there might be others with similarly *sophisticated* tastes (hihi)

also! you can read this on ao3 if you prefer it that way ♡

Halsin didn’t think it would happen so soon. Dear Silvanus, he wouldn’t have imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that tonight would be the night. The idea that Astarion craved his flesh so desperately was thrilling. Truth be told, everything about Astarion was thrilling for Halsin, but the thought that he wanted to penetrate him, to have his cock buried deep inside him—well, that was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome.

Today, the air between them crackled with anticipation since the early morning. Halsin could see the desire in Astarion's eyes, a silent plea for more. Their pace had been slow thus far, but Halsin didn't mind. The kisses were plentiful, filled with passion and when everyone else was sleeping they were nestled close, their bodies basking in the warmth of their shared closeness. Their hands roamed with an insatiable hunger, eagerly exploring each other's bodies with fervent touches and from time to time their mouths worked skilfully, lavishing attention on each other's cocks, providing a delicious satisfaction that eased their cravings…at least for the moment.

“Tonight, Halsin… I want more,” Astarion murmured, his voice a blend of longing and determination. Halsin’s breath hitched at the words and Astarion delicate hand reached around to caress the druid’s firm backside, his fingers brushing against the sensitive area between his cheeks. “I want this,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly with desire.

There was no possibility Halsin could say no to that. The desire in Astarion's eyes, coupled with the urgency of his words, left Halsin with no choice but to agree. “I’ll be waiting for you,” Halsin murmured, his voice thick with promise and suddenly hoarse. He cupped Astarion’s face in his hands, leaning in for a tender, lingering kiss. 

As their lips parted, Halsin’s gaze lingered on Astarion with a profound intensity. In that silent exchange, they both knew this night would be more than mere desire. The promise of what was to come filled the space between them, a soft whisper of the night ahead. “Go,” Halsin said softly, his tone encouraging yet full of longing. “I’ll be here, waiting for you.” He added with a smile. 

With a final lingering look at Halsin, Astarion nodded and headed off with the rest of the party. The desire to remain with Halsin was palpable, making every step away feel heavy. Halsin however, left behind, struggled with meditation, his thoughts irresistibly focused on the night to come, of being with Astarion in such intimate way. It had been a long time since he had been on the receiving end of such vulnerability, but he felt an eager anticipation for this experience with Astarion. He was keenly aware of how much this meant to his lover—how important it was for Astarion to dictate the pace and feel in control. Halsin understood the profound significance of this moment and was more than willing to embrace it, finding deep satisfaction in knowing that he could provide a space where Astarion could fully express his desires and needs.

Hours later, as darkness settled over the land, the door to the room creaked open, revealing Astarion's breathless figure. He stepped inside with a palpable urgency, his entrance marked by an intense, almost tangible desire. He was already naked, his pale skin shimmering softly in the dim light of the room.  The sight of him, disheveled from the journey but radiating raw desire, sent a shiver of anticipation through Halsin.

The room fell still for a second, before his voice broke the silence.

“Come to me,” Halsin said with a neediness. His voice a low rumble that seemed to reverberate through the dimly lit room. He lay on bed, naked too, and proud, his powerful frame stretched out and displayed against the softness of the sheets. His muscular legs spread, his hardened cock resting lazily on his thigh. One arm was propped under his head, giving him an air of confident relaxation. And his eyes, his eyes were full lust. 

The mere sight of him like this—unrestrained and utterly erotic—made Astarion’s dick throb.

“Gods, how much do you exactly work out?” he couldn’t help but ask, though this wasn’t the first time he’d seen him like this, but the small space, dominated by the wooden bed and a simple bedside table, seemed to accentuate Halsin’s imposing presence. His presence filled the room—literally. The druid’s arms alone seemed to rival Astarion’s own thigh in size. 

Oh, hells… 

Halsin chuckled, a rich, velvety sound that sent a shiver down Astarion’s spine. “You don’t look bad yourself, Astarion.” 

At that Astarion’s lips curved into a wicked smile, his eyes gleaming with a lust that matched Halsin’s. “Oh, sure I don’t darling. But you?” He paused, letting his gaze travel slowly over the druid’s body, savouring every inch. “You are something else,” Astarion continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 

Then, Astarion finally moved closer, gravitating towards Halsin’s body. They met in the middle, Halsin kneeling on the edge of the mattress, and Astarion standing before him. Now, their heads were roughly the same height, Astarion’s sightly above Halsin’s. Astarion’s hand slid around Halsin’s waist, the touch possessive. His other hand however moved up, fingers curling around the back of Halsin’s neck, feeling the hotness of his skin and the strength of the muscles beneath. 

Their mouths clasped in a heated kiss, tongues tangling and exploring with an urgency that made their hearts race. Astarion’s grip tightened on Halsin’s neck, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed together, skin against skin. Halsin’s rough hands found their way to Astarion’s back, fingers tracing the path of his scars with a tender reverence before sliding lower. He grasped Astarion’s buttocks firmly, digging his fingers in as he responded to the vampire’s fervent kiss with equal passion. 

When Halsin sucked on Astarion’s tongue, it was too much to take. Astarion moaned softly against Halsin’s mouth, the sweet sound vibrating between them. He could feel Halsin’s arousal, hot and insistent against his thigh, and it only fuelled his own desire. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Astarion’s lips trailed down Halsin’s jaw, leaving a path of burning kisses along his neck. He savoured the taste of Halsin’s skin and the heady scent of his desire, each kiss deepening their connection.

Halsin’s breath hitched as Astarion’s mouth found a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear. “Astarion,” he breathed, his voice a rough whisper filled with longing. The sound of his name on Halsin’s lips sent a thrill through Astarion, spurring him on. A low groan escaped Halsin as Astarion nibbled at his ear, the sensation driving him wild with need.

With a sultry whisper, Astarion leaned in closer, his breath hot against Halsin’s ear. “Tonight, you’re mine, and I’m going to take you hard and deep, my love.” Then, with a commanding yet tender touch, Astarion pushed Halsin onto the bed and slid between his legs.

Halsin felt hazy from Astarion's words, his arousal intensifying, his dick aching desperately for some friction. "I'm glad to see you’re not shy about what you want. Neither am I," Halsin murmured. To prove his words, his hand slid between their bodies, his fingers wrapping around their throbbing erections. He began stroking them with a rhythm that made Astarion moan, the sound sweet and needful. Astarion’s hips rocked instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction— he knew that if they continued like that he would come before the main dish, so he gave Halsin last sloppy kiss and moved away. He didn’t remember he felt this aroused last hundred years. 

“On your knees love, I want to see you.”

Halsin’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and compliance. With a fluid motion, he shifted, positioning himself on his knees, his powerful body on full display. Astarion’s gaze roamed over him, drinking in the sight of Halsin’s broad shoulders, the taut muscles of his back, and the enticing curve of his ass.

Astarion’s fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the vial of oil, his eyes never leaving Halsin’s form. The man before him looked astonishing. His rough hands unfolded on the sheets, gripping them tightly. His big feet curled their toes in anticipation. His heavy, thick cock hung between his legs, precum dripping onto the mattress, while his balls rested beneath, taut and full. A dark trail of hair led to his tight, inviting hole, a place Astarion was about to claim tonight. The druid arched before him, panting, his ass raised high and looking so incredibly inviting.

“Don’t make me wait any longer, or I’ll lose control,” Halsin pleaded, his voice breathless and edged with desperation.

That was all the vampire needed. Astarion moved his oiled finger along the crack of Halsin’s ass, savouring the anticipation as he traced the sensitive skin. When he reached Halsin’s sweet, little hole, he pressed his finger in slowly, relishing the gasp that escaped the druid’s lips. The tight ring of muscle yielded to his touch, drawing a moan from Halsin as Astarion pushed deeper.

The druid’s body responded eagerly, his hips rocking back to meet Astarion’s touch. Encouraged, Astarion added second finger, scissoring them gently to open the man before him further. His every moan and gasp urging Astarion to continue. As he worked his fingers deeper, he angled his movements, searching for the perfect spot inside Halsin. When he found it, the reaction was immediate. 

Halsin cried out, his body shuddering with intense pleasure as Astarion’s fingers brushed against his prostate. The druid’s cock twitched, precum dripping as he teetered on the edge of bliss.

“Astarion… oh gods,” Halsin panted, his voice breaking with raw need. His eyes shout. “Please, don’t stop.”

The sight of this manly body before him, so strong and imposing, reduced to trembling at his touch filled Astarion with a newly discovered sense of power and possessiveness. The vampire’s lean, pale form pressed against druid’s larger, more muscular body, the sheer contrast of it and the fact that he was the one on top, drove him wild with desire. 

He needed to own this man, now. 

“You’re so lovely like this, Halsin,” Astarion murmured, his voice a silky caress. He slowly withdrew his fingers from Halsin’s willing hole, eliciting a needy whimper from the druid. Instead, Astarion’s hand wrapped around the base of Halsin’s throbbing cock, tightening his grip possessively. The sensation made Halsin groan, his body trembling with anticipation.

Astarion leaned in closer, his breath hot against Halsin’s ear. “But I want you to cum with my cock inside you,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Filling… you… completely.” Each word was punctuated by a deliberate, teasing stroke along Halsin’s length, making the druid shiver with pleasure.

Halsin was close, dangerously close. 

“You’re so hard for me,” Astarion continued, his tongue flicking out to tease Halsin’s earlobe. “I can feel your pulse, your desire. You want this, don’t you?” 

“Yes, of course” was all Halsin managed to say, his voice a husky whisper filled with raw need. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt like this, completely losing control, consumed by a lust so powerful it made him almost speechless.

His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Astarion’s eyes darkened with lust, his own arousal almost unbearable. He released Halsin’s cock, positioning himself behind the robust elf, the tip of his own throbbing erection pressing against Halsin’s entrance.

Part of Astarion wanted to fill Halsin to the balls with one deep, quick thrust, driven by a primal urge to claim him completely. But he forced himself to hold back. Halsin wasn’t used to this kind of penetration, and Astarion remembered all too well how shitty it felt to be taken roughly, without care or consideration. And he didn’t want it for Halsin, he just didn’t wan’t to treat him like an object. 

Now slow. 

With a deep breath, Astarion slowed himself, pressing gentle kisses along Halsin’s back, savouring the feeling of Halsin’s tight heat around him. “You feel incredible, darling,” Astarion whispered, his voice trembling with barely contained desire.

Gods, Halsin felt divine. 

He arched his back, his head now resting on the mattress, his hips raised high. His hole was wet, hot, and inviting, drawing Astarion in with every subtle movement.

Astarion grabbed him by the hips and began to sink in slowly, a puff of breath escaping his lips at the sensation. And Halsin, that devil, impaled himself on Astarion’s cock with a determined push. When Astarion was finally balls-deep inside Halsin, he closed his eyes for a moment to regain his composure, the sheer intensity of the pleasure almost overwhelming him. “Fuck.”

“Hmm…yes, but I wish you’d move already, my love.”

My love? 

Though they were merely words, they made Astarion’s cold heart skip a beat. 

“Gladly,” Astarion did as he was asked, his hips starting to move with a growing urgency. He tried to keep a steady pace, but the sensation of being buried deep within the druid’s enormous body made it difficult. Halsin’s tightness, his heat, his eager submission — it was all too much.

"Don’t be so timid, Astarion. I’m not fragile, you know?” Halsin’s voice was a breathy mix of reassurance and challenge, and it made Astarion smile. He started to rock harder. His legs spreading wider for better leverage. His pale hand founding its way to Halsin’s thick hair, grabbing a handful and using it to pull Halsin’s head back slightly, exposing the column of his neck.

Astarion’s thrusts grew more forceful, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of them. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, the bed was creaking under their weight. Halsin’s moans grew louder, he was clearly enjoying himself. It was all too much. Astarion was close, so close and he could tell Halsin was close as well, by the way his hole was sucking him in and throbbing every time he hit that sweet little spot inside him. 

Wanting to be closer to his…

what? a lover? (a dangerous thought, really)

…Astarion pressed his wet chest against Halsin’s muscular back, his hands moving to brace themselves on the mattress. The intimate contact made every thrust even more intense. Then after couple of needy thrusts he reached around, taking Halsin’s throbbing cock into his hand. He began to stroke it in time with his thrusts, his movements becoming more frantic.

Halsin’s body responded eagerly, his hips bucking against Astarion’s hand, driving him deeper. “Yes, Astarion, just like that,” Halsin panted, his voice a desperate plea.

Astarion increased his pace, fucking Halsin harder while expertly working his cock. The combined sensations were overwhelming, pushing both men to the brink of ecstasy. Astarion could feel Halsin tightening around him.

“Cum for me, Halsin,” Astarion whispered, his voice hoarse with passion. Halsin obeyed. 

With a final, powerful thrust, the druid cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his white ropes of cum spilling over Astarion’s hand and the mattress. The tight, pulsing grip of Halsin’s climax sent Astarion over the edge, and with a shuddering moan, he emptied himself inside Halsin, filling him completely.

They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. Astarion remained inside Halsin, their bodies glued together, Astarion’s chest pressed firmly against Halsin’s broad back. He continued to rock his hips slightly, milking every last drop of his orgasm, and Halsin responded by rocking back in gentle, synchronised movements, humping on the mattress. His body trembling beneath the pale vampire, his muscles twitching with the lingering echoes of their climax. 

Astarion’s breath was hot against Halsin’s neck, his hands caressing the druid’s sides in soothing strokes. He couldn’t help himself and pressed a tender kiss to Halsin’s shoulder. At that Halsin smiled softly which made Astarion’s face broke into a sincere, delighted smile too— one that even took him by surprise.

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[wayfayrr]

Self-conscious captain

the next self aware link and this time it's the captain my favourite boy, warriors!

[masterlist]

“Hey [Name], I’ve been going through some of my old games to clear things out. I found my copy of Hyrule Warriors and wanted to know if you’d like it?”

“I thought that was one of your favourites though, what’s come into you to give it away like this? Do you want anything for it, I’d feel bad simply taking from you.”

“Nah I got it as a gift anyway, I beat the game and did everything there is to do. Plus I know you’ve been wanting to play it anyway, so please have it.”

There’s something off about this, between how skitterish they’re acting and the fact they’re so willing - that they’re so desperate for me to take their favourite game from them? I’ve got nothing else to go off of though, and they are right I have been planning to buy it. They wouldn’t be offering if they didn’t want me to have it so what is there to lose?

“If you’re sure then. I can’t wait to play through it myself rather than watching you.”

Is there such a thing as too much relief? Because if there is then that was definitely it, with how their shoulders relaxed; all the tension left their body as they handed me the game. Why does this feel like the start of a creepypasta, am I simply gonna go home then suddenly there’s some new version of Ben drowned for me to deal with? I won’t know until I play I guess, but it might be fun. 

There’s no better time than now to learn though, I’ve got the whole afternoon to myself anyway so why not? Putting the game into my switch; booting it all up it seems fine, so there’s nothing there that should have messed with them. It’s up until the first cutscene for anything to even show up that could be wrong. Link’s eyes seem to be focusing on me far more than they should during it, more than what should be possible, with more of a smile than he usually does during this too. Then I finally get to the level.

I can’t control Link, the game seems to be frozen, not a single bokoblin moving, Link is still moving, the camera isn’t even focused on him now and he’s moving closer to the screen. 

“Honeybee? You’re here! I knew your friend would cave pretty face when I pressed them. It’s so nice to have you here alone with me!”

“...What.”

“Oh it’s all alright dear, I did think you’d be a little shocked at first because, well I mean I know this isn’t something that happens very often. Would you be against getting to know me better though?”

What. The. Hell. No wonder they were so eager to pawn the game off to me, a living character that seems to be obsessed with me? If the roles were switched then I’d be throwing it at them as quickly as I could, I’m amazed they could even keep calm for long enough to hand it to me without seeming any more suspicious than they did, he threatened them he’s already admitted that stop lying to yourself [name]. Why does he even want me over the person who actually played as him? None of this makes any sense. 

“I - No I wouldn’t, actually could I ask you some questions too? Just y’know, try to get my head around all of this.”

“I’d be more concerned if you didn’t ask me any, I mean right now? You’re treating me more like an actual person than anyone else ever has.” 

“...”

“Where would you like to start then honeybee? We can take this at your pace, you’re in full control here.”

Where should I start? There are so many different things I want answers to, I could stay here for hours just talking to him to find out everything; now that I think on that, it’s not like I have anything else planned today. I could simply just stay here for a bit and talk, it’s probably the safer option too. If I don’t, do I really want to test the sanity of a sentient game character, no. 

“Um, if it’s all up to me then. Can I ask when you first became aware? Of the fact that you’re you know, a character in a game.”

“Oh, that? Well, it was about three months ago now, two or so weeks before you played with them. They really just saw me as a toy, not caring if I got hurt or anything, which is fair they never knew I was anything more than that; but you didn’t know either and you treated me like a person. You always apologised whenever I took any damage, never tried to get me hurt for your own pleasure or replace me as soon as you could. It was only a matter of time until I started to want you, then it was fairly easy to get eyes in your phone.”

“You've got ‘eyes in my phone?’ what do you mean by that.”

He looks so pleased right now like he wanted me to ask that exact question, it’s such a smug look on his face too. There’s something else to it as well, I can’t pinpoint what but there is certainly another look on his face. With how emotive he is it really doesn’t feel like this is some kind of sick joke, he’s too alive.

“That’s one of the things I’m most proud of!! It was pretty easy when you linked your phone to their switch to download a photo, I just made part of that connection a bit more personal and permanent. I promise I didn’t listen in on anything too private, I swear on Nintendo that I’m not like Cia. I promise.”

“Moving on from… that then. Why’s the real reason you wanted to be with me like this, I mean I get the feeling there’s more to it than you’re letting on.”

“You caught me I actually wa-”

The scowl that crossed his face when he was interrupted by the doorbell was unlike the cheery demeanour he’s been using, it’s almost like he’s angry or jealous of me having my attention split from him; it barely lasts a second though. Before his face swaps to one of remorse possibly because he got so irritated over something so trivial, that needs my focus more than he does right now. 

“I think you already know, but I should go check that. I’ll only be a couple of minutes, it’s probably nothing after all.”

Not even a word, just a nod and a look of rejection as if he was a cat I’d had to move off of me when I turned to go and answer the door. True to my word it wasn’t something that going to take long, simply signing for a couple of parcels. It only took me a few minutes to collect it and then start heading back to my room, I’ll be able to open them while I talk to Link after all. Really it would be cruel to make him wait after everything else he’s been through, even if he’s been monitoring… most of my movements, is it bad that I still feel bad after knowing that?

A shrill yelp followed by a shattering sound right when I was about to go back in wasn’t the best sign, the worst thing is that this time there wasn’t a digital overlay. Did someone break in - or break out? Only one way to find out.

“Honeybee? I - I’m sorry I - I really was trying to keep it in one piece.”

He’s out of the game.

Link is in my room bawling his eyes out because he accidentally broke my LED screen, the hero of hyrule is standing in my bedroom crying his eyes out because he broke a piece of glass. Earlier there was always a feeling of him trying to come off as likeable to me, to the point where it was manipulative, he wouldn’t even consider the idea of me not liking him. Now it’s like he’s having a panic attack at the possibility that I won’t like him because he broke my monitor. 

“I - I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Please - just - I - I didn’t mean to break it.”

“Link -”

“My clothes would probably be worth a fortune to someone right? I - I mean it’s an actual set of armour from the Hyrulian forces - it’s real chainmail. If you sell it - it’ll more than make up the cost, right? You won’t hate me if I did that, right?”

“Link. I don’t hate you, it was an accident and even if it wasn’t I would forgive you.”

That seemed to snap him out of it, if only a little; he’s still crying but now he’s not rambling about ways to make it up to me. He clearly seems to want me, even if I still don’t entirely get why so maybe I could; opening my arms proves the fact that he really does just want some affection. Waiting wasn’t even on the cards as he practically dove into my arms barely seconds after looking at me for permission. 

“You really don’t hate me then? Really? Even though I’m not as good as the other games?”

“I don’t hate you for wanting to get out of what was essentially your prison or - you being as good as the other games? Your game is different but it’s just as good”

“But - you and your friend both said it. I - I’m not canon. You still treated me well that‘s why I fell for you, but I’m still - I’m still less than the other games. So I just, I really wanted to prove to you that I can be the only one for you [name]”

Stroking his hair seems to be calming him down now, the tears are slowing and his breathing is evening out the longer I stay here with him; only a few more moments until I should be able to get some answers from him. Adjusting to having a roommate might be a little strange, he really does seem nice though, nicer than anyone else I’ve ever met. Wait no I’ve only really just met him, why am I already thinking about that? It’s something to consider for certain - oh come on, just admit to yourself that you love this. He cares so why not see where it all goes?

“Canon just describes the story, it doesn’t change anything about you and I’m sorry if it’s ever seemed like that link. Come on, I'll clean the glass up, then you can finish explaining things okay?”

“No wait, it’s my fault, let me clean it up for you. If nothing else, please honey.”

“You don’t have to, it’s not a bother.”

So he already knows his teary puppy face can get me to agree to anything, he’s been here for less than a few hours and it already feels like we’re in a relationship as he knows me inside out… Which makes sense given that he has been watching me through my phone. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad if I stopped fighting against what he’s offering.  The gloves he’s wearing make picking up shards less painful than it would be otherwise, doesn’t take him that long either.

Long enough for something to flicker on my switch, but that can wait.

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Object of Desire*

AN: this is my first time posting on here so please be gentle☺️

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summary: Honey Rose, one of the most sought after adult film actress, get picked to do a scene for director Harry Styes. What happens when she finds out that he will be the one doing the scene with her?

work count: 7.5k

tropes: pornstarry

warnings: 18+, language, explicit smut, fluff

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Lights, Camera, Action. 

I’ve always wanted to hear those words be uttered before a scene- to feel the adrenaline rush as I make the script come to life. As a little kid I would whisper them to myself before I would put on a short skit for my grandma, and it made me feel like I was a real movie star. Now at 26 years old- I am the furthest thing from a movie star, but I guess an actress could be the term for my job. 

The adrenaline that I love to feel rush through my veins is present as well as the nervousness that is making my hands sweat slightly. The possibilities of today swirl around my mind as I walk down the long corridor to meet the director of today’s shoot. 

I never thought this is what I would be doing to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. What started out as occasionally posing for a lingerie company to help me get through school turned into signing up for an OnlyFans and making $7,000 a week. 

I never did anything too risque on my page, only posting pictures of me half naked without showing my face and occasionally taking a few requests from subscribers. My following grew exponentially and it continued until I didn’t know how to manage all of the content people were asking me to film. 

A few months ago, a manger reached out to me wanting to represent me. Although this was a far fetch from the job I’ve always wanted, I couldn’t turn it down. Having sex in front of a camera with a whole team watching you and a million more waiting to see it with a person you barely know is scary and intimidating- but I took the job anyway. I like the money and sometimes the sex is actually quite enjoyable when I can get out of my own head.  

This particular job came as a surprise to both me and my manager. Usually, my manager would reach out to a filming company, give them my head shots, and then wait to hear back if they wanted to use me for the scene they were wanting to film, but for this one the director himself reached out to my manager. Apparently, he had seen some of my work and wanted me to be one of the stars in his new video. 

Harry Styles- is the biggest name in the porn industry and someone you don’t say no to.  Not only is he one of the hottest and sought after pornstars, but he is also known for being a fantastic director. Every single one of his videos has at least a million views, if not more; they are hot and sensual, plucked right from all the fantasies that I’ve stored away in my brain. He started out just like everyone else, at the bottom of the totem pole, but he became so successful so fast that everyone in the industry wanted to work with him. Recently, he’s been focusing more on the directing side of his job, foregoing the acting part which many people have complained about, but of course he doesn't care. 

I’m not embarrassed to admit that I’ve gotten myself off multiple times from watching him. Just listening to his deep, slow, and raspy voice would make my cunt slick before reaching into my night stand to grab my purple bullet vibrator. I would press it to my clit and circle it around while I watched him kiss down the length of the random girl’s body before he would uncover her wet pussy and taste her for the first time. He would use both his tongue and fingers to get her off before fucking her into the matress, making her scream out in pleasure as he takes her from behind and slaping the plump flesh of her ass as she comes on his thick cock. He would fuck her through her orgasm, and the sound of both of their moans would make my stomach swirl with pleasure. I would always tease myself, not letting myself come until I knew he was about to orgasm. To not disturb my neighbors, I would flip around on my belly with my vibrator still pressed closely to my swollen clit and bite into my pillow as I listened to his deep moans as he came, finally finding my release alongside him. 

It’s gonna be hard for me to look him in the eye today and not picture him like that; to not think of the way his back muscles flex while hovering over his partner, thrusting into them as hard and fast as he can or the way the vein on his neck pops out when he tilts his head back in pleasure. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to focus on my costar as Harry directs us, only focusing on him and what he wants from me. 

“Honey?” A small woman stands in front of me, holding a clipboard and a pair of headphones hanging around her neck. “Honey Rose?” 

“Yeah, that’s me. Sorry, I guess I’m a little distracted.” I answer to my stage name, and laugh off my embarrassment. She giggles along with me, easing my nerves. 

With an extended hand she says, “Hi, I’m Jenny, Harry’s assistant.” I take her hand and offer her a smile. “I’ll be showing you around and then I’ll take you to meet him.” After we shake hands she pulls away and turns around. “Follow me and I’ll show you where you can put your stuff.” 

We make small talk while walking down the hallway towards an unknown destination. Jenny rattles off all the things she did this morning, preparing for the shoot and she also tells me how excited Harry is to meet me. 

My stomach once again flips at the thought of being in his presence, but I don’t get a chance to think about it more when Jenny stops in front of a door that says ‘Honey Rose.’ 

“I get my own dressing room?” 

Jenny looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Of course you do. Have you never had one before?” She opens the door, stepping to the side to let me walk in the room first. “Harry always makes sure his stars are taken care of.” 

I shake my head while walking in the room. It’s nothing too extravagant, with a love seat couch tucked in the corner with a small coffee table in front of it and a vanity on the far left wall, but it’s nicer than anything I’ve gotten before. Usually I have to get undressed in front of all the crew before slipping into a robe, so having this space puts me at ease. 

At least I’ll have some privacy throughout this shoot. 

“If you just wanna set your stuff down I’ll take you to meet Harry. He’s just now finishing setting up the bedroom set.” I take my coat off and hang it over the back of the chair and then place my purse on the coffee table. “You ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” I stick my hands in my pockets to hide the fact that they are shaking and follow after Jenny. For being as tiny as she is she sure can walk fast and I find myself wishing she would slow down so I can prepare myself. 

The set is a normal looking bedroom. It’s cozy, warm, and inviting. The bed is dawned in white sheets, a white duvet, and a tan throw with brown pillows. The bedside tables are decorated with items to make it look like someone actually lives here and a mirror leans against the wall across from the bed. 

There aren't a lot of people in this room right now, some are setting up certain light fixtures and others are testing out the equipment, but I immediately know which one is Harry. Dressed in long black flared trousers and a matching black shirt, he stands next to the mirror, angling it so it perfectly aims at the head of the bed. 

He hasn’t noticed us yet, but when Jenny clears her throat he looks up in the mirror and immediately makes eye contact with me. “Harry, this is -”

“Honey Rose.” My fake name rolls off his lips and I find myself begging to hear him use my real name. “I know who she is, Jenny. Would be kind of hard not to know.” Harry stuffs one hand in his pocket and makes his way over to me. “I’m Harry.” He extends his hand out to me and it takes me a second before I do the same. 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Harry.” I hope he doesn’t see the school girl blush on my cheeks, but I can’t help but find myself so taken with him. His hair falls perfectly in waves in a slight middle part that frames his face. There is a shadow of facial hair surrounding his jaw and around his lips, drawing attention to the pinkness of them. His eyes shine bright compared to the darkness of his hair; beautiful sea green staring straight at me. The tattoos on his arm stand out and I find myself looking over each and every one, but then I remember that I’m still holding onto his hand. I let go rather quickly and he chuckles at me. “I’m excited to work with you. I’ve heard nothing but great things.” 

“Well, I should hope so.” Two dimples pop out on the sides of his cheeks as he smiles while pushing his hair back and off his forward. “But I’m curious, are they talking about my directing skills or how I fuck?” 

I keep myself composed, even though all I want to do is tell him that my information is coming from the videos that I’ve watched of him. I gather up all the confidence in my body and say, “Both, but I guess I’ll only be seeing one of those talents today.” 

A confused look flashes across his face, but he doesn’t let it last. His lips perk up and he quietly says, “We’ll see about that.” Now it's my turn to be confused. I open my mouth to ask him what he means by that but he stops me. “Honey, would you mind joining me in my office? I just want to go over a few things with you, if that’s all right.” 

“Of course. Whatever you need.” Harry places his hand on my lower back and escorts us out of the room. His office isn’t too far away, but the walk is filled with a thick tension. He ushers me in, and tells me to sit on the couch like the one similar to mine in my dressing room. Harry takes a seat next to me, not sitting behind the desk which honestly makes me feel more equal to him. 

“As you may know, my videos are praised for how real and authentic they seem. I don’t do the corny pizza delivery guy bullshit or any of those cheesy porns that have terrible dialogue and even worse acting. I like to make everyone on set feel comfortable, so that they can actually feel the pleasure instead of faking it. Does that make sense?” He crosses one of his legs over the other, and the way his trousers move it showcases his thick thighs bulging under the surface of the fabric. 

“It makes perfect sense, and I really respect what you are doing here. Most of the time they just throw me in a room with a guy and just tell me to fuck him.” 

“I can promise you that’s not gonna be the case today, but I do need to ask you a few questions. You can answer whichever ones you want or not if you don’t want to.”  I nod my head at him, telling him I understand. That smirk reappears on his face, but this time I don’t get so flushed. The way he’s looking at me makes me want to sit on top of his desk and have his head be buried in my cunt. “I just need to know so I can fuck you just how you like it.” 

“Y-you’re gonna be the one fu- in the scene with me?” My heart rate picks up in anticipation and I hope I didn’t just hear him wrong. He hasn’t done a video in such a long time. Why would he start now? 

“That wasn’t the original plan.” Harry stands up, walking closer to me before crouching down in front of me. His knees touch mine and even through the fabric of both of our clothes I can feel his warm skin. “When I was looking for the girl for this shoot I came across one of your videos.” Harry’s fingertip grazes over my knee and he starts to draw circles on it. “It was just you, laying on a bed, with a vibrator on your pretty little pussy.” He looks up at me, and grabs a hold of my jaw. “You had beautiful moans coming from these lips. I just knew that I couldn’t sit there and watch someone fuck you, not when I could be the one doing it.” 

I turn my head, still keeping eye contact with him. His thumb that was on my jaw now rests against the skin of my lips. I puker them, softly kissing his thumb before taking it into my mouth for just a moment. “You want to fuck me, Harry?” His eyes are dark, lustfully watching as I kiss his thumb, suck on it, and then let it plop from between my lips. 

“Oh, honey.” Harry moves his hand away from my face, placing it on my knee again. With both hands, he pushes my thighs apart and situates himself between them. “You have no fucking clue.” I burn under his gaze. His touch is light and teasing, kneading the muscles of my thighs while he looks up at me. “I still need you to answer a few questions for me. Can you do that for me, honey?” 

“Please, call me Emma.” I don’t mind being called Honey. In fact it makes me feel confident and sexy, but right now I just want to feel real with him. 

“Okay, Emma. Are you okay with me warming you up before we shoot? I can do it right here, spread you out and make you come on my fingers so you're more sensitive while we film. You need to be warm, wet, and ready for me.” 

Harry kisses up the length on my pant leg, placing his lips right on top of the sem and stopping when he gets close to my center. “Yes, please make me come, Harry.” After I give him the okay, he doesn't waste a second before undoing the button on my pants and pulling them down my legs. He takes in the sight of my red lace thong and by the way the air creates a cool sensation on my panties, I know I’m wet for him; and he can see it. 

“I’m gonna ask you a few questions, but you have to promise me that you’ll answer them truthfully, okay?” 

Harry patiently awaits an answer, starting to slowly kiss up my thigh. He kisses both of my knees and continues to switch between both legs as he travels upwards until he reaches my midthigh and sits back up. “Yeah, I-I’ll answer them.”

“Let’s start with an easy one.” Harry drags his hands across my skin, nails scratching slightly. He finds my hips, tracing his thumb in the crease where my hip bends from sitting down. “Are you okay with me kissing you?” 

“Yes, I actually prefer it.” With the grip on my hip, he pulls me to the edge of the couch so I’m barely even sitting on it. He leans into me, pressing his chest against mine as he tucks himself into my neck. 

“Hmm,” His curls tickle my cheek, his sweet smell overpowers me, and his nose teases up my neck. “Is there anything that’s a hard no for you during sex?” I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” 

The fact that he isn’t even asking me these questions puts me at ease. Though I haven’t had a lot, my costars never asked me what I was or wasn’t comfortable with. The directors never cared, only making sure every piece of dialogue and every cue on the script was hit. 

“You can do anything to me. If it’s you doing it, I know I’ll like it.” 

“You’re stroking my ego here, Em.” 

The tip of his nose grazes my jawline before it's replaced by his lips. He is still holding onto my hips and even though I love his hands there I wish he would touch me elsewhere. Just from him being this close to me, my cunt is slick and my clit is throbbing, waiting to be touched. 

“I’ve watched you before. I know how you fuck, so anything you want to do go right on ahead. I can take you, Harry.” 

“Oh, I have no doubts about that.” Placing a kiss on my cheek, he stands up and sits down next to me again. “Stand up.” Obeying, I stand up on shaking legs and turn to face him. Legs spread, arms stretched out along the back of the couch, and a smirk on his face, Harry sits there eyeing me up and down. “Strip for me. Let me see what’s mine for today.”

I cross my arms, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. His eyes move to my chest, taking in the matching red lace bra. Harry takes one arm off the back of the couch to adjust himself in his pants as he continues to take me in. “You know, it’s not fair that I’m half naked and you’re still completely clothed.” 

Harry clears his throat and reaches out to grab my hips to turn me around. “This isn't about me.” His fingers find the band on my underwear and my breath hitches when he starts to slowly pull them down. In the wake of the fabric, he kisses where it once laid. “So sit down on my lap.” Pulling on my hips, he sits my naked bottom half on his fully clothed lap.  “Spread your legs.” I hook a leg over each one of his thighs and lean back onto his chest. “And let me make you come, so I can fuck you how I want later.” 

The rings on his fingers are cold on my blazing skin. Touching over the expanse of my stomach, my hips, my thighs and briefly the tops of my breasts he teases me with everything I want while simultaneously avoiding the place I need him most. 

My pussy is soaked with my arousal, dripping down and probably landing on his trousers, but at this moment I can’t find it in myself to care. 

“Do you want me to just rub your clit and get you off that way, or do you want me fingers? Stretch you out a little bit so I fit nice and snug in you?” 

I tilt my head to the side to find him already looking at me. Our lips are so close I fainting feel his skin, but we both don’t make the move to lean in; to fuel the fire we both feel growing. “Want your fingers. Please.”  

Harry looks down at my lips for a brief second before turning his head away from me. Out of the corner of my eye I see him looking at my body that’s spread out for him and the lust in his eyes is unmistakable. 

I take advantage of his head facing forward and tuck my face in the crook of his neck. He smells even better this close up. His smell is sweet, reminding me of walking into a bakery while also being smokey, like a fresh campfire on a fall evening. 

I repeat his actions from early, gliding my nose across his neck. When his fingers finally touch my cunt I whimper into his skin. I accidentally bite into his neck from the shock of finally feeling him. “Hey. You can’t mark me yet, Em. Wait until later and you can leave your marks anywhere you want.” 

The tips of his fingers trace over my entrance, gathering up all the wetness caused by him. He drags them up and uses my arousal to start slowly drawing circles on my clit. Instead of biting him I kiss down the side of his neck to try and quiet my cries of pleasure. 

“Maybe I didn’t even need to warm you up. You were soaked before I even touched you.” 

In my desire induced haze I accidentally say, “I always get so wet for you.” My cheeks heat up with embarrassment and if I could bury myself into his neck anymore I would. 

“Oh?” His fingers speed up, making me squirm in his lap. “Are you telling me you’ve watched my videos while rubbing this little clit of yours? You’ve came from watching me fuck someone else. Is that what you’re telling me?” 

From the bulge pressing into my ass, it’s obvious this is turning him on. I let my embarrassment slip away and just let myself be in the moment with him. “Yes, Harry. I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” 

“Well, it’s my lucky day isn't it, baby?” He doesn’t warn me before filling my pussy with his fingers. Long, thick, and ring clad, his fingers work against my g-spot. Combined with the teasing and his relentless strokes on my clit, my stomach begins to tingle and the muscles in my cunt squeeze around his fingers. 

“God, Harry. I’m so fucking close.” His movements are slow and skillful, not needing to go fast and hard to make me reach my end. 

“You’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” His fingers stop fucking me, but he presses his fingertips up into my g-spot and massages the spot that makes me see stars. Somehow he’s lifted the hood of my clit so he’s directly on my nerves. “Can’t wait to get you underneath me, so I can fuck you into the sheets. Spread your pussy out and take you just like I fucking want.” 

I throw my head back on his shoulder, needing some fresh air. My lungs can hardly keep up with my shallow breaths and I’m so dizzy I feel like I could pass out. “Please, Harry. I need to cum.” 

“You don’t have to ask me. Just let go, honey. Make a mess of me.” 

And so I do. I feel myself clench around his fingers and my ears start to ring. The sound of his voice telling me how good I am filters through the noise, but for the most part I can’t focus on anything except the pure bliss running through my veins. Harry kisses my cheek, as he coaxes me through my orgasm. “Good girl, Em.” 

I fully relax into his chest as I come down from the high. He slips his fingers out from me and puts them up to my mouth. “I would love nothing more than to taste you right now, but I want to make sure the first time I do it’s caught on camera.” 

Harry drags my come across my bottom lip before slipping his fingers into my mouth. He lets me take my time cleaning his fingers up and he keeps eye contact with me the whole time. 

“What do we do now?” I ask after his fingers leave my mouth. 

“You are gonna go get a snack, get your hair and makeup done, and get dressed.” He pinches my bare hip which makes me yelp, but he just smiles at me. “But you gotta get off my lap so you can do that.” 

It’s crazy to see him go from this sexy dominant male to someone who is also playful. It makes my heart beat faster in my chest when he looks at me with a smile. 

I climb off him and go to grab a tissue from his desk to clean off the mess between my thighs. “Nope. None of that.” He snatches the tissue from my hand and puts it in his pocket. 

“I can’t clean myself up?” I cross my arms over my chest and for a second I forget I’m just in my bra, but I’m reminded when Harry’s eyes travel down to my tits. 

“No.” He walks over to my underwear that were haphazardly discarded and kneels before me. Tapping on the side of my ankle, he silently tells me to raise my foot so he can dress me. “While you are getting ready I want you to think about how wet you are. I want you to feel your come on your thighs and think about what we are gonna do. How I’m gonna fuck you. How I’m gonna make you come again.” He kisses my hip bone before standing up, dragging the fabric along with it. Harry makes sure it’s in place and snaps the band against my skin. “I’ll see you later, honey.” 

Throughout getting my hair and makeup done I shift unfavorably in my seat. My underwear is absolutely ruined from my orgasm, but now it's slick with my want for Harry. I can’t stop thinking about what we are about to do. 

In front of me lies my ‘script’. There isn’t much in it other than some lines I need to say. The premise of the whole video is a couple waking up tangled in the sheets together after being away from each other for a while. 

I think about what I plan on doing to him as the girls around me talk amongst themselves. Usually I would partake in these conversations and make friends with them, but right now my brain can only focus on one thing. 

They curl my hair, fluff it out and apply some light makeup to my face. I didn't want any foundation on because it will just get smudged anyway and I don’t want to look sloppy, so all I have on is some mascara and a light lip gloss. 

A silk black robe is wrapped around my body with my skin bare underneath and matching black slippers are on my feet. It was awkard taking my clothes off in front of the wardrobe person, especially considering the poor excuse of fabric that was my underwear. 

 The air is cold in the hallway as I walk towards the studio room and I know everyone that passes me can see my nipples through my robe. 

The room that was once filled with maybe five people now houses twelve. It’s hard to walk in the room with how many bodies there are and I barely see Harry through the crowd. I protectively shield my chest away from prying eyes and lower my head. 

Harry has changed from earlier, now wearing a black fitted t-shirt that shows off his muscles and a pair of grey sweatpants. I can tell by the bulge in his pants that he isn’t wearing any underwear and the sight instantly makes my mouth water. 

He finds my eyes across the room and at first he smirks at me, taking in my skimpy robe and the exposed skin on my thighs. He must see the apprehension in my eyes because he looks around the room and shakes his head. “Anyone who doesn’t absolutely need to be in here needs to get out.” 

Disapproving sighs are heard around the room, but they don’t hesitate to listen to him. Harry is known for being a sweet and caring guy but I’ve also heard that he isn’t afraid to put his foot down when he needs to. 

He waits until all unnecessary personnel exit the room, being left with the camera man and the sound lady. “Are you ready?” Harry kneels on the opposite side of the bed and puts his hands on his hips. 

“More than ready.” I pull the blanket back, ready to slip under the covers and Harry does the same. “Do you usually wear that to bed?” I say referring to his outfit. 

“I could ask you the same.” He grabs the sting that keeps my robe closed and tugs on it, not hard enough to open it, but just enough to pull me closer to him. 

“No. I usually sleep naked. Shouldn’t we make this as natural as possible?” I wink at him and pull his hands so the string gets loose. The silk moves against my skin as the front opens, but I only allow Harry to see me. 

His eyes drink me in, looking at every exposed piece of skin I have to offer. “Are you trying to be the director now? Trying to steal my job are you?” 

“Maybe.” I shrug. “I bet I could do a better job.” 

Harry reaches into my robe, pinches my hip and says, “Get that robe off and get under the covers.” The dimples that I’ve come to love poke out as I do as he says. 

Harry walks over to the two other people in the room and says something inaudible as I get myself comfortable. He must have told them to leave, because after they check the equipment they both turn around and leave. I’m used to people seeing me naked now and I’m not ashamed of having sex in front of people. In all actuality it turns me on knowing that people are watching me and my partner, but we are only focused on each other. 

“You didn’t have to kick them out. This isn’t my first rodeo.” I lay my head up against the headboard and watch as he starts to take his shirt off. No matter how many times I see his bare chest I still swoon every time. This is my first time seeing it in person and I can't wait to leave little love marks on him like he said I could earlier. 

“I know. I didn’t want them in here.” 

“Why?” 

“Just didn’t want them to be in here.” He bends down to take his sweats off, only leaving him in his underwear, before climbing into bed with me. 

“Won’t it be hard without them in here?” 

Harry turns towards me and leans on his elbow. “Those cameras over there are already filming and there are mics around the room to pick up your pretty noises that men are gonna drool over, so no, it won’t be.” He pulls the blanket down to expose my breasts. Leaning forward he takes my nipple in his mouth and lightly swirls his tongue around it. “Just lay down, act like you are asleep, and then wake your loving boyfriend up so he can fuck you senseless, okay?” 

“Whatever you say, director.” He chuckles at me and lays down. I press my naked body up against his half naked form and he groans. 

“Should have thought the whole naked thing through. I already need to be inside of you, so let’s hurry up.” I laugh into his chest and pretend like I’m peacefully sleeping on his chest for a while. 

Under the sheets, I discreetly sneak my hand from his tummy to the tops of his boxers. Being the professional he is, he doesn’t make any noise or give any indication that I’m close to touching him. 

I feel guilty because he got me worked up already and I haven't given him anything in return, so I pretend to wake up and lovingly look over at him. To portray the act of being his girlfriend, I caress his face, push back his hair, and take in the way he looks while he’s relaxing. 

I know he isn’t asleep, but he looks so cute and peaceful laying here like this with me. Throwing back the covers, I expose myself to the camera and run my hand along the top of his boxers. Harry stirs a little bit, trying to look like he’s waking up, but he keeps his eyes closed. 

“I’ve missed you, baby.” I whisper to him while dragging his underwear down his narrow hips. His cock is half hard, laying against his stomach. I take him into my hand, and his warm skin feels so nice against mine. I position myself between his legs while working my hand up and down his shaft. “Wake up, Harry. You’ve been gone for too long. I need you.” 

Once he’s fully hard, I put his tip in my mouth lightly sucking on it while my left hand reaches down to grab his balls and squeeze them. A little moan escapes him and he moves around more as he ‘wakes up.’ I take him further into my mouth, letting him tap the back of my throat before coming back up to lick at his tip. 

I hunch over him more, so I’m on my knees as I blow him. I continue to bob up and down, letting him stay in my throat for longer periods of time. His hands sneak into my hair and pushes it away from my face so he can watch me. “You just have to have my cock in your mouth first thing in the morning don’t ya, honey?” 

His dick pops out of my mouth and I replace it with my hand. I lay my head on his thigh, batting my eyelashes up at him while I jerk his dick in my hand. “I’ve just missed you, didn’t you miss me?” I pout my lip out at him slightly, playing into the needy and horny girlfriend role. Honestly, I don't have to even act that part. My pussy is a mess and I know the camera behind me is picking up on just how wet I am. 

“Of course I did.” He grabs the side of my head and hovers me over his wet dick. “Now, put my cock back in your mouth so I can show you just how much I missed you.” I don’t know why he asked me because he doesn’t wait for me to lower my mouth on him all the way before he’s thrusting into my mouth. 

Harry controls my head, fucking my throat while he lays under me. His moans are sinful, and make my cunt even more slick. I run my hands up and down his thigh, stopping over the tiger and scratching at it with my nails. “Fuck.” He moans at the pain and fucks my throat even harder. “Am I not fucking your mouth hard enough? Huh? You wanted me to go even harder?” 

I pinch his hip, telling him it’s okay to keep going and he does. Harry’s hips come off the bed while he pulls my head down over and over again. Tears leak from my eyes from the pressure, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Throughout all my sexual experiences I don’t think any man has even been this vocal in bed with me. His voice is rough and raspy and his moans are deep and sultry. Every word he says drips off his tongue like honey. 

Harry suddenly pulls out of my mouth and forces my head to look up at him. “Get up here now. Need this little pussy in my tongue now, before I fuck you.” 

The thought of his mouth on me makes me squirm and I move fast at his words. I crawl over his body,  touching his chest and arms on my way up. “Can I get a kiss first, please?” 

“Don’t have to ask me, baby.” Harry grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his warm lips. Kissing him feels exactly how I pictured. He’s soft but rough, fast but takes his time, and in control while making me feel like I hold the power. His tongue works against mine and I find myself loving the way he tastes. 

I pull back from his lips, knowing if I don’t stop we’ll  just kiss the entire time. If this was just for us, I would kiss him until my lips bruise and all the air evaporates from my lungs, but this isn’t just for us. Grabbing his cheeks, I open his mouth wide. “Stick your tongue out for me, baby. I need to make sure you’ll be wet enough to fuck my pussy with your tongue.” 

“Don’t think I’ll need it with how wet you get, but I’ll never pass up the opportunity.” Harry winks at me as I spit into his mouth. My mouth is sloppy from the kiss we shared and the way he was relentless fucking up into my mouth causing a string of I admire how it looks sitting on his tongue, ready to be used. 

Harry grabs my ass and pulls me until I’m straddling his head. He yanks my hips down, forcing me to fully sit on his face. His moan is unmistakable as he tastes me for the first time and I simultaneously moan at the feeling of his tongue on my clit. 

Grabbing onto his hair for stability and also rocking my hips against his tongue I utter, “Fuck, Harry.” My clit is so sensitive from my orgasm and I know it wouldn’t take me much to finish again. His tongue licks from my entrance to my clit where he sucks it into his mouth and shakes his head to stimulate it further. I sound like I just ran a marathon with how heavy I’m breathing, but I can’t even find the time to be embarrassed about it. 

It comes to a surprise to me when I feel his hand smack my ass once on each cheek, making my skin sting. Harry pulls away from my pussy just for a moment, “Can you not take me sucking on your little clit, baby? Does it feel too good?” He doesn’t wait for a response, just dives back into my cunt and sucks my clit into his mouth once again. As he shakes his head back and forth, his stubble on his cheeks rubs against the inside of my thigh creating a nice achy burn that I will feel tomorrow morning. 

When he smacks my ass again, I cry out and lean my head against the headboard. “Keep doing that, Harry. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“You like me smacking your ass that much, honey?” I nod my head and whimper. He does it again and I nearly come just from that. “You’re such a dirty little thing.” 

After a few more licks at my clit, I come all over his face and start shaking above him. My legs feel like jello and I don’t even know how I’m going to move from the position. “I could make you come on my face like that all fucking day, such a great thing to wake up to.” Harry realizes my weak legs and he runs his calloused hands over my hips and down my thighs. “You still want me to fuck you? Show you how much I’ve missed being deep in your little cunt?”  

“Yes. Please, I need you inside me.” Harry reaches up and wraps his hand around my throat. Before I can even comprehend the fact that his long fingers, that I came around earlier, are around my neck he pushes me off his chest and down to the bed beside him. 

Instinctively, my legs part for him and he gladly slides between them. His dick slides between my slick lips, tip lightly touching my still aching clit. “I can’t wait til I slip right into you.” Harry presses a light kiss to my lips, trailing them over to my cheek, across my jawline, and down my neck. As he goes further down, sucking light bruises into the skin of my breasts, he pinches my chin and turns my head until I’m watching us in the mirror. “But you gotta keep your eyes on me.” 

“But-” 

He climbs up my body, and whispers in my ear, “Listen to me, Em. Be a good girl and listen to me, okay?” 

“O-okay.” My body shivers, hearing him call me my name during sex is everything I didn’t think I needed, but now it’s all I want. Harry trails my body in kisses again and this time I keep my eyes on him in the mirror. He buries his face into my cleavage, licking, kissing, and sucking my skin, leaving his mark behind. His large hands take in both of my breasts when he starts giving my stomach the same attention. 

“Are you dripping yet for me? Do you think I could slip right in?” 

“I don’t know. I guess you could always find out.” I tease. Harry turns his head and looks at me in the mirror. He takes in the smirk on my face and shakes his head while biting his lip. 

“I love that mouth of yours,” Fingertips trace the outline of my lips, taunting me, “but I think I can find a different use for it.” Now fully hovering me, he grabs my hips and wraps my legs around his waist. “I want to hear those pretty little noises you make.” Sitting up on his knees, Harry holds my hip with one hand while lining his cock up to my entrance. “You think you can do that for me? Can you tell me how good I’m fucking you?” 

“Yes, Harry. Just please, fuck-” Before I finish my sentence, Harry is already pushing into me, stretching my pussy out just for him. We both moan out at the feeling, and my nails dig into his abs. Red angry marks are left over the ink of his butterfly tattoo and I wish I had the time to admire the marks I made. 

“Yeah, that’s good.” Harry finally sinks into me all the way and both of his hands are now gripping my hips with a fierce strength. “Mark me like that, baby. Mark me however you want.” 

When my nails dig into his biceps he hisses and starts fucking into my relentlessly. Harry thursts into me while also using his grip on me to fuck my cunt onto his cock. The sound of our skin slapping against each other and the pleasure we are giving each other fills the room. 

I find myself thankful that he kicked everyone out. Usually in these situations I find myself faking the moans, the pleasure, on my face, and the way my body is moving, but with him everything is natural. 

I look at us in the mirror, with Harry now hovering over me and whimpering my name over and over again in my ear. His back muscles bulge and claim my attention as he fucks into me, deep and slow. His pelvis stimulates my clit every time he pushes deeper in me and I reluctantly take my eyes off him to throw my head back in pleasure. 

“Takin’ me so good, Em.” He captures my lips in a kiss and our tongues clash. “I’m gonna need you again, but next time I want you all to myself.” Harry picks up in pace and I can barely hear him over the sound of my own moans. “Just for us, no one else.” 

“I-I think I like the sound of that.” I clench down around his dick that’s soaked in my arousal and I feel the ache in my  stomach, begging me for a release. 

“But you like getting fucked in front of people, don’t you? You like getting fucked like the slut that you are?” He’s so close to my ear that no one will be able to hear his words in the video, but I can and it’s making me drip past him and onto the bed sheets. 

If I answer him I know it would be loud, so all I do is nod. Harry slips out of me and I whimper at the empty feeling. It doesn’t last too long though, because Harry flips me around till I’m laying on my stomach and quickly fills me up again. 

“I wish I could fuck you in every position, but you feel too good squeezing me.” The tip of his dick massages directly into my g-spot with every thrust he gives me and I bite the pillow to subside my screams. “Nuh uh,” Harry wraps my hair around his hand and tugs my face to the side so I’m looking at the mirror.  “Need to see the pretty face as you come.” 

The grip on my hair is released and placed back on my hips to angle them upwards. I slip my hand between my legs and rub lazy circles into my clit. The small stimulation pushes me over the edge, and by the way Harry’s face scrunches up and the deep moans escaping him I know my own orgasm caused his. 

Breathlessly he falls forwards; forehead resting against the space between my shoulder blades. We stay like that for a while, catching our breaths and taking in each other. Harry kisses the skin of my back repeatedly as I sink into the sheets with him still inside me. 

“Well, Em. I think we made a good video.”