#i did have one Actually red tomato but that had already been nibbled on by a bird

[dontwanderoff]

have pulled the first tomatoes off my plants for the season!!!!

[choilaura]

Daddy - Oneshot - Christmas2022

Hey lovely lot - i am officially back on Tumblr, so have this! MERRY CHRISTMAS! (We're almost at Christmas lol) I was inspired by the song 'daddy' by Psy. Enjoy <3

Peter could hardly hear himself through the loud bass of the music in this club in downtown New york. It was called 'Fever' and the place was glittering with christmas decorations. Christmas tree lights glimmered against the mirrored glass walls, giving a trippy effect, as though the mirrored rooms went on forever like those in the palace of Versailles in Paris. The lights sparkled like expensive jewellery just waiting for purchase, and Peter swore this was the last time he was going to one of these swanky 'Avengers' parties. It was christmas, though, so turning the invite down would of been hard to do, especially when it was hosted by Nick Fury, aka, 'the guy with one eye' as Peter recalled.

Drinks and typical 'cheesy nibbles' were handed out as well as usual canapes, though Peter stayed away from any form of cocktail, shot, or mixers. He politely ordered himself a diet cola, and sat at the bar alone, watching as Steve and Bucky bickered over who had the best novelty christmas hat, and Peter rolled his eyes, his gaze faltering suddenly though, when he saw Mr Stark turn up.

Jesus, the man looked too good. It seemed with every party he went to, Tony only dressed better and better each time, and Peter's mouth went dry, almost about to drop his glass, his spidey reflex's caught it straight away. Peter was thankful the sound of the bass has quietened down some, giving him actual time to think straight, and he hopped off his bar stool to trot over to Mr Stark's side, when the bass of the DJ's music started up again with the thump, thump of some korean pop music.

Tony noticed Peter coming over to him just in time, but not before ordering his own drink at the bar across the ways there. It was a rather large whisky on the rocks, and Tony downed it in one.

Dear god, the man was handsome, wearing an armani suit with red velvet inlays, as well as a red quilted waistcoat, and suit jacket which he let hang open too casually. Fury had mentioned the dress code to be relaxed, not formal, but Tony just HAD to dress up. It was christmas, after all. Tony's brow wriggled in acknowledgement when he saw Peter, giving him a smile. Clearly, Tony was sort of already drunk, Peter could smell booze on him, and not just from the drink he'd just had.

"Hey, ki- I mean, uhm, Mr Parker, yes...Merry Christmas..hic.." Tony greeted, almost tipsy.

"Mr Stark, you're so drunk, did you drink before you got here?!" Peter exclaimed, stated the obvious, to which Tony chided him and gave him a finger wiggle.

"Uh, uh uh, sweetheart, I am co host of this party, therefore, I can do what i like, when i like, and show up when i like..oh!" He realised this song that was playing was a new favourite of his, and he looked at Peter, setting his glass of soft drink down.

"Why don't you come dance with daddy stark, hm?" Tony invited, to which Peter's face went as red as a tomato.

'Daddy Stark?!' Oh lord, was his (one of many) christmas presents about to come true?! He better not be dreaming right now.

"Mr Stark, I really don't think i..." Peter retaliated, but too late, Tony already pulled him in by the wrist into his arms, and Peter's spidey senses were shot when he understood some of the english in the song. Hey, where'd you get that body from? I got it from ma daddy!

The bass kicked in just then, and Tony suddenly had Peter against the wall just out of sight behind a stone pillar, immediately kissing him with that alcohol fueled willingness, and Tony ground his hips into the younger.

I'm on fire, take you higher..

Holy shit, the bass of this song was too much, and Tony was timing the grind of his hips into Peter's with utmost accuracy to the beat of the song.

How you like me now? How you like me now.. the song blared and overloaded Peter's senses as well as the kiss, to which Tony was busy deepening, a hand of his moved up to gently hold Peter's cheek, pulling away, his brown eyes smouldering at the young Parker, reflecting the twinkle of christmas lights in the dark orbs. I got it from my da-da-da-daddy.. Peter could only look at Tony, absolutely gobsmacked that Tony had did that. It was the best present ever, and Peter looked like he wanted to talk, but no words came out, just a defenseless sigh.. "D-daddy....." Peter meeped out, only able to do one thing, which was to return the kiss, and he was relieved when Tony returned such a kiss. "Merry Christmas Mr Parker..." Tony said, his voice as smooth as the velvet in his suit. It dawned on Tony that this was the very first kiss he'd shared with Mr Parker, and his felt his tanned skin blushing smugly, even if he was a bit tipsy. "Merry Christmas, Daddy.."

[ancmalous]

Ruby was never taught to put others first. It was something instinctive, like knowing how to blink or how to laugh. His mother used to say he needed more of a backbone, every time he'd let his sisters win a race or whatever game they signed up for. Every time he'd let a kid at the playground take over his toys. Every time he'd go hungry saying he'd already ate so his family could enjoy their pizza night in peace as he nibbled on some fries. He hated pizza, he hated tomatoes and all the many sauces they created; ketchup, pizza sauce, red pasta. Apart from his mother, no one actually knew that, no one paid attention -- because he wanted people to enjoy things he couldn't. And he found more joy in watching others win, others live, than he did experiencing those feelings on his own. So purchasing a flavoured can was not something he thought about, just something he naturally reached for -- and he expected nothing out it but the pleasure of her own satisfaction. Still, as she points out his preference, he's slightly taken aback. She'd been watching him, she'd been observing...and she noticed. It felt good, to be noticed. "Yeah uh, yeah I guess I do." his cheeks flush same colour as hers only moments ago, though he pretended not to see, and a genuine laugh accompanies the words most sweetest burp. At this rate her shit probably smelt like daisies too, it was wild. "That's how you burp? For real? Oh I can't wait to hear you sneeze..." he laughs some more, but he does notice her thoughts taking over, for a single moment. He'd wondered where she'd gone. What memory took it's hold, and for the first time in a long time, Ruby is itching to jump into a head -- uninvited.

There is still restraint there though, the kind that took years to acquire, and she made it easier with her diligent avoidance of his skin. Ruby had noticed it a while back. The way she'd flinch if she bumped into him, or if they reached for the same item at once. He knew why she did it, he knew it was to protect him, to keep herself out -- but a part of him hated the fact that she had to. The fact that touch was so heavy, so consuming. He hated how weak he was, how out of control. And above all, he hated just how much he'd longed for it. Not necessarily with her. He craved to be touched without consequence, without fear. And for a reason as simple as that, a thought as passing and inconsequential, he thought of Duchess yet again. And how good it felt to have her sleep, head on his bare chest, long digits passing through his hair. And how light it was, and how quiet, and warm, and comforting.

As Gabi snaps out of her thoughts, so does he -- instantly pulled back to reality. "I find that saying things out loud makes them more likely to happen...like the first step to manifestation. -- I mean thoughts, dreams...I understand the innate desire to hold on to them, to protect them, as if...if we speak things out the universe might try to play a joke on us, remind us how little control we've got." he clears his throat, eyes narrowed as he looks at nothing in particular, trying his best to vocalise his own thoughts. "See, I think the universe knows our minds anyway. The line between thoughts and words is so fine, so fine." there was art to converting one into the other, and he sometimes struggled with it. Sometimes wished people could jump in and out of his own mind, just to spare him the struggle of expressing that which was mostly a feeling. "You can tell me, these things you've always wanted." he could also do one better, flipping his palm face-up on his lap, an offer. "Or you can show me." there's a gentle lean in, voice dropping. "No pressure."

With sweet comment regarding his family, he nods in agreement though she'd not been entirely right. It was sweet, thinking of them, of those memories long gone, but it was also bitter, and lonely and suffocating. Ruby had no desire to get into all that, to get into them, to bore the girl whose family was a gaping bleeding wound that never healed. He didn't want to go there. He couldn't go there. Instead he focused all his attention to the story of Bella. And while he caught a glimpse of her, every once in a while, swearing at times he could see her face even when Gabi wasn't around, he enjoyed thoroughly knowing her deeper, through the perspective of her sister. Sister who now, for the first time, braved a whole story without building up a knot in her throat. Without her breathing getting heavy. "I'm sure I would have loved her right back. Though I'm not sure how I'd handle the flirting, 'case you haven't noticed my game is about as strong as Bella's subtlety."

Her heart had always been a vicious thing, reaching for anything it could touch, and wrapping itself around them. And while she had been in love with what felt like a lifetime now, it ended the same each time. What do you do when you're lost in the darkness? You look for the light, even the smallest flicker of it could save you from yourself, couldn't it? He'd told her once, hope was not lost. That she may be wondering through the darkness, but the light within her though dimmed, still flickered. She needed that then, when it felt like the world was going to swallow her whole. When she thought that maybe her grief, might grip onto all that she was, seeping ink unto her skin, until she's drowning in the tar of it all. He'd felt all of it, the weight of the world that bore on every inch of her body, and shouldered it, only to look back at her with tears in his eyes- she was lost, but not forgotten. And how could you? Gabriella Garcia was a name that left wake wherever she was. Strangers stopping at the tilt of her smile, and staying as the warmth melts iced hearts and all that it encompasses. She was a girl born of a curse, only to learn later in life, broken bones under moonlight was nothing compared to the bleeding and broken organ residing in her chest, refusing to give up.

She will pull herself out from the thoughts begging to be heard, only to focus in on her. In the midst somewhere, he had grown to be her safe place. The voices, she heard them too. Not nearly the way he had did, but she understands- to a point. The want to drown it all out. The need for silence. And while part of her wonder, about the girl he thought about back home, she couldn't help but also wonder- what was she compared to a girl with wings? When he nudges her with the soda, there's a quiet flicker of a smile, her eyes peering up from the water where she had averted his gaze before he'd turned around and paced towards her. She could blame the pink that tinted her features on the heat. It'd be easy. "You like the original better." Gabriella finally speaks, her voice quiet for those who welcomed sleep. Still, her gaze shift to the tin can, and she'll let out a small exhale of relief, when she notices the cherry cola flavor, outstretched to her. Fingertips are careful not to brush against his, not because she didn't want it, but because of the depths he'd been swept into just for the sake of touching her. The mind was a trimerous place, and right now- he couldn't be inside hers. Dimples gently touched her cheeks, indenting into the smile before she's taking a long sip, the cool burn a welcomed invitation, before outstretching it back to him, accidentally burping under her breath. "Sorry-" The sound is escaped through a halfway laugh, and those moments were few and far in between. Bella would have laughed. She was so atriously loud with it, proud that she could out-burp anyone in the bar. It was ridiculous. Even when they were kids, she'd do it on purpose sometimes, at the table- when their mother's gaze lingered a little bit too sharpened on Gabriella. And Gabi, in all her innocence, would giggle. The sisters sharing a look of wiggled brows.

"Sometimes, I think I've been so sure of what I've wanted for so long, that the more I wonder about it- the further away it gets." But she'll glance down at her feet again, the blue water rippling around them with the cast of lights from beneath the water. "Sometimes I'm afraid to say it out loud, like I'm going to jinx it." But when he says he'd come with her, even then, her shoulders softened a bit. And she'll make light. "I'd let you live in my pool house." Brows wiggled, just as she once did with her sister, her tone playful, the best she could be. "Or on a hammock, overlooking the ocean." The smile lingers, shifting her gaze up to him and then away again. The truth was, she just didn't want to be alone again. She didn't want a house, empty with the ghost of old memories. She wanted something new, with happiness echoed down the hallways. And truth be told, ever since leaving New Orleans- fuck-- ever since her sister died.. This was the closest to happy she had been.

So she listens, and she's always been good at that. Her eyes find his face when he talks, shifting along his features. You can always tell how much something means to someone, when you look at them talk about things they love. It's in the eyes, you can't lie when it's in the eyes. And his, they sparkled with pictures of his family, two sisters and a mother that despite her flaws- loved them. And she wonders, quietly, what that must have felt like. The only mother's love she'd ever felt, was Bella. Her sister was her keeper, but more often than not- she was her mother, too. "I bet that was nice." Gabriella finally catches herself breathing. "You sound happy. When you talk about them." Lips pursed, and she wanted to say that she felt that, at one point in her life. That she wasn't constantly thrust into the midst of danger. As if she wasn't constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. As if, life sometimes could just be good, all on it's own. But-- she wasn't sure, as sad as it seemed.

"One time.." Tongue clicks to the roof of her mouth. "Bella and I had ditched New Orleans.." She'll let the words trail off. "Bad break up." Her head shakes quietly, and she's almost laughing. "Me again, could you guess?" -- "But anyways.. Bella and I went to Florida. It's awful, God- it was terrible. We got scammed out of this air bnb, and we ended up crashing at this really expensive hotel. Turns out, Taylor Swift was playing that weekend. The hotels were booked out across the city, and the next.. Except.. The lovers suite. -- Engagement gone wrong, or something." There's a roll of her eyes, and she's laughing. Genuinely. "We got complimentary champagne, and Bella- she used to have this talent for making people uncomfortable. Told the front desk girl it was a family reunion. I don't think I've seen the color drain outta' someone's face so quick. Anyway, we slept in this giant kings bed. Heart shaped headboard, it was ridiculous. I used to hate sharing a bed with her, she snored- and she said that I kicked in my sleep.. But I would give anything to go back to that.. And, there was this pool on the balcony. Again, ridiculous. She thought she could teach me how to swim.. I think I almost drowned us both." The words trail off for a moment. "I think she would have liked you. In this, loud obnoxious way. She had this laugh, that made you laugh. Especially when she snorted. It was terrible. She'd flirt with you relentlessly too, I bet."

[intheticklecloset]

My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #61-70

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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61) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“If you give it back I might stop tickling you.” Deku had Shinsou straddled from behind, his fingers hooked into the dip of his hips, making the poor purple-haired boy screech and thrash and laugh his guts out, pounding the floor.

“I DOHOHOHOHON’T HAHAHAHAHAVE IT ANYMOHOHOHOHORE!!”

This only served to make Deku tickle harder. “Then where did you put it?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Dear god, who knew Izuku had it in him to be so ruthless?! Shinsou felt like he was going to die laughing if he didn’t stop soon. “LEHEHEHEHET ME GO!! I’LL GEHEHEHEHEHET IT BAHAHAHAHAHACK I PROMISE!!”

“The issue is that you took it in the first place.” Deku had to work to make his voice sound cold, but from his position behind Shinsou it was easy to let his big smile free. He was enjoying playing with his friend this way. “What were you thinking?”

“I WAHAHAHAHANTED TO MEHEHEHEHESS WITH YOU!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!!”

“Oh? Well, you got what you wanted, didn’t you? And since you messed with me, now I’m going to mess with you.” Deku settled himself in further, never letting up on what he knew was his friend’s death spot. He smirked, unable to help the slight playfulness that entered his tone as he said, “I think this is a fair punishment for stealing my favorite All Might hoodie. Don’t you, Shinsou?”

“PLEASE, MIDORIYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Shinsou was practically crying, he was laughing so hard. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not really mad. Unless you actually ruined it?”

“I DIHIHIHIHIHIHIDN’T!! I JUST HID IT I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!!”

Deku chuckled, finally letting up on his deadly assault. “Then you have five minutes to get it back to me before I really punish you for taking it in the first place.”

*

62) Lee Sero, Ler Todoroki

“You scared me!” Sero gasped, clutching one hand to his chest. He was pinned against the wall with Todoroki standing right in front of him. Moments before his boyfriend had had a crazy look in his eyes, but now those same eyes were all smiles and mischief. “Don’t do that again!”

“Sorry,” Todoroki chuckled. “I was just trying to fluster you.”

“There are better ways to do that,” Sero muttered.

Todoroki scribbled his fingers against his belly without warning. “Like tickling?”

“Gahk! Pfft – wahahahahahait!” Sero squealed, squirming against the wall. “No fahahahahair!”

“What? This is flustering, isn’t it? And far less scary.”

“I dohohohohohon’t know about thahahahahat!”

“Ah, well.” Todoroki moved up to his ribs. “I guess I can’t win every time.”

“Stahahahahahap!” Sero pleaded, curling up as best he could while still on his feet. “You jeheheheherk – you’re luhuhuhuhuhucky I’m so nihihihihice!”

“Oh?”

“Not everyohohohohone would l-lehehehehet you tickle thehehehem!”

“You’re right.” Todoroki smiled genuinely, pulling Sero into a tickly hug, fingers teasing his waistline now. “I’m lucky you’re so willing to be my victim.”

“Your whahahahahahahat?! Hohohohohold on—”

Todoroki chuckled. “Relax. I’ll stop once you say the safe word. You may not realize you haven’t actually said it yet.”

Sero whined through his giggles, flushing red. “Jeheheheheherk.”

“Only for you, babe.”

*

63) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish,” Kirishima muttered.

Bakugou nearly tripped over his own feet. He clutched his coffee cup hard, nearly popping the lid and spilling the hot liquid all over his hand. “What?”

Kiri glanced at him, saw how flustered he’d become so quickly, and smirked. “I said, you’re really cocky for someone so ticklish. Don’t you think you should choose your words more carefully? Especially around someone so prone to tickling you into submission?”

“I – I don’t submit to anyone!” Bakugou shouted, storming on ahead, ears red as tomatoes.

Kiri smirked and trailed lazily after him.

Later that morning, once they’d retired to Kiri’s dorm room for a quick study session, the redhead came up behind Bakugou and wrapped his arms around his waist, kissing his neck. “Hey.”

Bakugou’s heart raced. He loved when Kiri kissed his neck like that. “Hey.”

“Remember what I said to you earlier?”

“About what?”

Kiri curled his fingers inwards, tickling the blonde’s ribs while still holding him close. “About you being so ticklish.”

“GAH!! Kiri nahahahahahahahaha!” Bakugou had no hope of stopping the giggles that poured out of him. He twisted and squirmed and tried to grab his boyfriend in retaliation, but Kirishima merely hardened his body and then pushed him over to the bed, shoving him face-first onto the mattress and drilling deep into his weak spot. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU JERK, I HAHAHAHAHATE YOU!!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kiri grinned as he settled in, enjoying his boyfriend’s screaming laughter. “I love you, too.”

*

64) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“You’ve been sitting here so much, you’ve got dust on yourself,” Shinsou teased, waving his feather duster over Deku’s neck and ears from behind.

“EEEK!!” Deku squealed, shooting up out of his chair and whirling around, dropping his textbook on the floor.

For a moment, there was total silence.

Then Shinsou grinned wickedly. “Oh?”

“I – I know what you’re thinking,” Deku stammered, already backing away. “And I wouldn’t recommend it!”

“Why? Too ticklish?”

“No!”

Shinsou lunged, waving his feather duster at his boyfriend, who shrieked and scrambled to the door. “Get back here!”

“No!”

Bam. Shinsou chuckled as Deku stopped dead in his tracks, body going limp.

“Midoriya~” He hummed. “Be a dear and lay down on the floor for me.”

Deku obeyed. Shinsou climbed on top of him, grabbing his arms and pulling them down so he could sit on them, pinning his boyfriend effectively before releasing his hold on his mind. He enjoyed the look of confusion followed by panic when his partner realized what had happened.

Shinsou waved his feather duster teasingly. “Gotcha.”

“Y-You – you cheated!” Deku cried moments before he found himself sputtering and giggling and trying in vain to scrunch up his shoulders as the plumes of the duster brushed over his ears, neck, and cheeks, tickling him lightly. “Tohohohohoshi! Nohohohohohoho!”

“Toshi yes~” Shinsou smiled. “You’ve been hard at work all day. I think it’s about time you took a break and let your mind relax.”

Deku whimpered, but truthfully, he was grateful for the reprieve. “Meheheheeheanie…”

“You’ll thank me later.” The duster brushed under his chin, drawing another squeal. Shinsou felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. “My ticklish little Izuku.”

*

65) Lee Kaminari, Ler Bakugou

“What happens if I tickle you…here?” Bakugou honed in on a spot just to the left of Denki’s belly button, smiling in surprised satisfaction when he actually got a squeak and some light giggles. “Oh? Wasn’t expecting that, sparks.”

Denki pressed his lips together, trying to muffle his mirth for all of five seconds before Bakugou found the same spot on the other side of his belly button, and the electric blonde absolutely melted at the touch, snickering quietly.

“You like this spot?” Bakugou teased, digging in a little more.

Denki whined. “Nohohohohot so hahahahahard.”

Bakugou lightened the pressure, intrigued when his friend’s face flushed bright pink and his giggles seemed to never want to stop. All from the softest of touches. “Fascinating. This a fluff spot?”

“Yehehehehehehes.” Denki crossed his arms over his face, purposely exposing himself even more to the light tickling. He squirmed a little. “Gohohohohohod, I lohohohohohohove this.”

Bakugou bit his lip to keep from saying something snarky. It was obvious that his friend was having a blast being tickled right now. Despite himself, he didn’t want to end that by being his usual smart-aleck self. Instead he mused, “How long can you take it, I wonder?”

“Forehehehehever.”

“Forever is a long time.” Bakugou chuckled. “Want to see if you actually can?”

Denki looked at him, his eyes hopeful. “Wohohohohould you?”

“Yeah, why not?” The atomic blonde settled in, smirking. “I torture you all the time. I can be nice just this once.”

*

66) Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugou

“I’ve never heard you squeal like that!” Bakugou laughed. He gripped Kiri’s wrists and leaned down to blow another raspberry into the crook of his neck. “I want to hear it again!”

“Nonono – Katsuki, plehehe-HEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Kiri shrieked, laughter being ripped from him uncontrollably with the placement of another raspberry right where his neck was most ticklish. Of course Bakugou had found that spot. Of course he had. “GEHEHEHEHEHET OFF!!”

“You’re so cute when you’re panicked like this,” Bakugou chuckled, smirking down at him.

Kiri bristled. “I’m not panicked. It just really tickles!”

“So you won’t mind if I threaten to do it again.” The blonde grinned when Kiri’s eyes widened in alarm. “See? I’ve got you cornered, Ei~”

“S-Shut up!” Kiri tried to use his quirk to gain extra strength to push Bakugou away, but his boyfriend quickly blew a raspberry at the base of his ribs, making him lose all concentration and throw his head back laughing again. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!”

“You love it.”

“SO WHAHAHAHAHAT?!” Kirishima gasped for breath when it was over, leftover giggles spilling from his lips. “It s-stihihihihill tihihickles really bahahad!”

Bakugou leaned down to the crook of his neck again, ignoring the redhead’s desperate pleas for mercy. He began nibbling on the spot he’d raspberried a couple of times, smiling when Kiri dissolved into desperate, squeaky giggles. “You’re so dang cute when you’re being tickled, Ei.”

“Ugh,” Kiri groaned, but he went limp and gave up the fight, surrendering to his mirth. “Shuhuhuhuhut up, Kahahahatsuki.”

*

67) Lee Kirishima, Ler Todoroki

“No! You fiend!” Kirishima screeched, pulling desperately at the ice shackles that bound his wrists behind him when not five seconds ago he’d been free to fight back. Todoroki smirked and pushed him down so he was lying on the couch, now helpless to do anything but take what he dished out. “I trusted you!”

“That was your first mistake.” Todoroki straddled his hips and wiggled his fingers teasingly. “Now, where to begin?”

“Y-You jerk!” Kiri sputtered, but he was grinning uncontrollably already. “Just because you know I love it doesn’t mean you get to tie me up—”

“I can release you if you’d like.” Todoroki cocked his head. “I just thought this would make it easier for both of us.”

Kiri’s cheeks became as red as his hair. He averted his eyes. “Well, I…I didn’t say I didn’t want it, so…”

Todoroki grabbed his ribs. “That’s what I thought.”

“AIEE!! Nahahahahahahaha!” Kiri’s heart raced as he tossed back and forth and tugged at his newfound shackles but couldn’t do anything to stop Todoroki from tickling him to pieces. “Oh nohohohohohoho! Wahahahahahait, wait!”

“Is the reality of your situation setting in now?” Todoroki couldn’t help but smile himself, having a ton of fun making Kiri desperate like this. He lived for these moments, those frantic giggles. He wanted nothing more than to keep pulling them from his friend all afternoon. Todoroki trailed his fingers lightly across Kiri’s belly. “Are you realizing there’s nothing you can do to stop me anymore?”

Kiri whimpered. “Plehehehehease be cahahahareful.”

“Always. And remember there’s a safe word. But until then…” Todoroki went back to drilling into his ribs, pulling a loud scream of laughter from Kirishima. “…I’m going to tickle you until you’re begging me for mercy.”

*

68) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“I love seeing you laugh,” Shinsou said happily, digging each of his pointer fingers into Deku’s hip bones.

His partner flopped around helplessly, frantic giggles and laughter spilling out of him in waves. He tried pushing Shinsou away but he would always find a new spot to tickle until his hip was unprotected again. This had been going on for a few minutes by now and Deku was slowly losing his mind – and his will to fight back.

“Plehehehehehease,” he whimpered, his hysterics so out of control that he was already on the verge of mirthful tears. “Toshiehehehehehehe!”

“You’re so cute.” Shinsou growled out the last word playfully, falling on top of Deku and pressing kisses to his neck while he lazily trailed his fingers up and down his sides.

Deku jerked beneath him, giggling anew and trying to twist his head away. “Nohohohohoho! Not thahahahahahat! Toshi!”

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Shinsou teased into his ear. “Is my Izuku just super, super ticklish? I think he is~”

“Toshiiiiii!” Deku squealed, trying to retaliate by digging into his partner’s sides as well. “Plehehehehehease!”

“Oh, you want more?” Shinsou grabbed his wrists and shoved them above his head, further trapping him as he resumed his tickly kissing attack. “It sure seems like it. Why else would you provoke me like that?”

“Nononono I’m sohohohohohohohorry!” Deku kicked his legs, giggles turning to laughter the longer those light tickles drove him up the wall. “Toshi, hahahahahave mehehehehehercy!”

“But you’re just so cute!” Shinsou nuzzled the space under his ear, trying to hide his own beaming smile and blushing face in his boyfriend’s hysterics. “How can I possibly stop now?”

*

69) Lee Bakugou, Ler Bakusquad

“We’re not stopping until you admit it!”

“EEYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADMIT WHAHAHAHAT, YOU IHIHIHIHIDIOTS?!” Bakugou screamed, thrashing beneath the weight of four of his friends at once, fingers digging into all of his worst spots in tandem, making him howl with laughter he couldn’t hold back if he tried. To top it off, Denki had even had the nerve to blindfold him, so he couldn’t see what was coming next. All he could do was focus on the tickling, and it was driving him crazy much faster than it usually did. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT ALREADYEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“That you like it!” Mina giggled. “Obviously!”

“Yeah, Baku-bro!” Denki added. “You’re totally having a blast, just admit it!”

“I AHAHAHAHAM NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

Sero laughed. “Yeah, you are. Tell him, Kirishima!”

Kiri was – of course – closest to his ears, which made it unfairly easy for him to lean down and tease Bakugou right up close and personal. “Come on, Kats. You can’t honestly expect us to believe you hate this?”

“I DO HAHAHAHAHAHATE IT, YOU F-FRIHIHIHIHICKING KNOHOHOHOW-IT-AHAHAHAHALL!”

“Then why haven’t you said ‘red’ yet?”

Bakugou knew his cheeks were turning pink, and he hated himself for it. He growled around another string of laugher. “SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UP!!”

“Admit it,” Kiri said, “or we’ll tickle it out of you.”

“Y-YOHOHOHOHOU CAHAHAHAHAN’T MAKE ME ADMIHIHIHIT ANYTHING, YOU—!!” The blonde suddenly dissolved into silent hysterics when his death spot was targeted – that small space between his underarms and upper ribs. His fighting resolve crumbled in seconds, and as soon as he was able to breathe again he cried, “OKAYOKAY I LIHIHIHIHIHIKE BEHEHEHEING TICKLED JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

All at once the tickling fingers left his body, and the blindfold was removed from his eyes. He was mortified to realize he’d been crying with laughter for who knew how long. His friends all enveloped him in a giant hug, and much as he hated to admit it, he sank into their embrace easily, knowing his secret was safe with them.

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70) Lee Amajiki, Ler Kirishima

“I love seeing you laugh!”

Amajiki tried to curl up defensively, but it was difficult when Kirishima’s arms were wrapped around him from behind, gently digging into his sides and ribs. Not super ticklish spots, but ticklish enough to weaken him and make him giggle. He whimpered, embarrassed. “Plehehehehease…”

“Aww, but you deserve to be happy, Amajiki.” Kiri moved one hand into his underarm, smiling when his friend jerked sharply and barked out an actual laugh, followed immediately by trying to stifle any further mirth that threatened to spill. “Come on, man. Let it out! You’ve earned it.”

“Nohohohohohoho.”

“Fine, then. Where’s your worst spot?”

Amajiki gasped. “W-Whahahahat? I’m nohohohohot tehehehelling you that!”

“Either you tell me, or I’ll find it myself and tickle you to tears.” Kiri smirked. “Well? What will it be, buddy?”

Amajiki opened his mouth to reply, then clamped it shut again, shaking his head defiantly. Kiri shrugged, then went into full-on attack mode, using his quirk to push his friend to the ground, fingers flying everywhere, determined to find a spot that would really make him let loose.

It only took him a minute to try his thighs, and when Amajiki let out a loud squeal, the redhead stayed right where he was and dug in. “Oh, is it here? Is this your spot? Hmm? Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“Nohohohohohohohoho!” Amajiki pleaded, his giggles bordering on laughter. He squirmed desperately. “Plehehehehehease, Kirishima!”

“I told you I’d tickle you to tears if you didn’t spill.” Kiri settled himself in on Amajiki’s legs, squeezing and pinching and scribbling over his thighs relentlessly, beyond satisfied when his normally shy, quiet friend burst into loud laughter. “Now it’s time to keep my word~”

[living-in-the-darkness]

Date Started: 06/15/20

Date Finished: 6/17/20

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Sebastian

A/N: this is my first writing of smut. It may not be too good but I've not seen many Henry Cavill and Sebastian Stan x Reader smuts. Also if I stole your gif please inform me.

Word Count: 3740

Summary: You are best friends with Henry and Sebastian. You are a famous actor that is acting in a movie with both where there is a threesome sex scene. After the premiere, Henry and Sebastian decide they want the real thing.

"You, Avyanna, are a beautiful woman. Don't you think so, Rand?" Henry says as his character, Logan. His voice was deep and sultry, his pupils blown wide, only a bit of blue showing.

"Very much so,” Sebastian says as his own character, Rand. His voice a bit less deep than Henry's but still in a lower octave. His bluish grey eyes showed the same desire as Henry's, full of want.

Sebastian and Henry have been your friends for a very long time, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't want this moment to be real. Though, as much as you wanted it, you valued their friendship too much and refused to ruin it based solely on wanting their cocks buried inside your holes. Every chance, every joking suggestion, anything they’ve ever said that alluded to them wanting you just as mush as you wanted them- you remembered it. Their words and actions flow through your train of thought making you forget what you’re doing.

When you came back to yourself in the scene, Henry was kissing your chest while Sebastian was working on getting your dress off. You were letting out little whines, wanting them to do more to you. Once your dress was off, Henry started to kiss more of your breast, biting down gently on the soft flesh.

Sebastian managed to tear your bra off. He didn’t know if that was his own strength or if it was because his character was supposed to be strong and full of desire, but regardless, he managed to do it. With the bra out of the way Henry moved his head to start sucking on your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, making you moan loudly.

You stood in between them, silently begging for them to touch you. There was no answer to your pleas. Instead, they continued to stand there, talking about how beautiful you looked in your maroon gala dress.

After Henry deemed your nipples abused enough by his mouth he picked you up and carried you to the couch. He laid you down and moved to get his shirt off. Sebastian already stood their naked, although the crew had him put something over his cock to make it invisible to the audience. Henry had the same thing because well, Hollywood.

Sebastian looked at you both as he walked over and kissed you roughly. Henry continued to undress as he watched the two of you, immensely enjoying the view.

Once Henry's clothes were fully off he tapped Sebastian's shoulder to tell him to move. Sebastian kisses down your chest and to your ankle missing your mound. He kisses up to your thigh and runs his fingers through your folds before moving his head between your thighs and flicking your clit with his tongue.

Henry kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as one of your hands went to Henry's hair and the other went to Sebastian's and tugs on it wanting him to continue. You let go of his hair when he tapped your thigh.

You got up from the couch for Henry to sit down. You make it look like your taking his cock in your ass and Sebastian makes it look like he's putting his cock in your pussy. They both make it look like they're waiting for you to be used to them. After a good few minutes they start to thrust as Sebastian thrusts in, Henry pulls out and vise versa. It goes like this for a long while before you scream out in pleasure and cum hard. And it wasn't no Hollywood fake moaning shit, no you actually came. Henry and Sebastian held back their shocked expressions and faked their orgasms.

After the director called cut you ran off to your dressing room, quickly. You sat in your dressing room, bawling your eyes out thinking you had just ruined your friendship. All sorts of horrible thoughts went through your head.

Henry and Sebastian, however, sat there shocked that you had just came on camera. They look at each other before getting up and grabbing their clothes putting them on. "That was fucking hot." They mumbled to themselves as they walked away and went to their rooms.

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As you guys continued to film the movie, you avoided them like they were the plague. Every time they were near you off set, you moved to go stand next to another co-star. It was clear in their eyes that they were hurt but they couldn't say anything; of course, they couldn't, they were scared you would tell them you didn't want to be friends anymore.

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Finally, on the last day of filming, you talked to them.

"Henry, Sebastian." You addressed them

Henry looked at you, surprised that you were finally talking to him. "Y/n..." He trailed off wanting to ask what happened but he couldn't. He was scared it'd make you run off.

"What happened?" Sebastian asked bluntly, a bit annoyed that it took you so long and fusterated because he didn't know why. "Why'd you stop talking to us and started to avoid us like the plague?"

"You two should know damn well why." You said in a cocky tone.

"Because you fucking came on screen? Because you came while we were fucking you in a scene? So fucking what? That doesn't mean it changes anything." Sebastian kept his voice at a normal volume for him. He didn't want to make you run off if he yelled or raised his voice.

"Yes! Because I shouldn't have! I should've faked it like you two did." You mumbled the last part

"Hm, I've gotten used to sex scenes." Henry says and shrugs. It was true but he was also trying to make you feel better.

"Same here. I've gotten used to doing them. Plus when your just ramming your cock against some you kinda get turned off. I mean, it's just ramming your cock against someone." Sebastian says with a shrug

"Well... I.. I've never acted in one like that..." You say softly

"Niether have we but, like we said, we've gotten used to sex scenes." Henry says and looks at you.

Henry moves to wrap his arms around you. Sebastian does the same and kisses your forehead in a friendly way.

"there was no reason to avoid us for cumming on camera. Especially with us." Sebastian says and holds you close wrapping an arm around Henry.

"We should get going, the sets gonna close down then we gotta go to our houses and get ready for premieres." Henry speaks up after a good five minutes of cuddling up to each other. Henry is the first to let go then Sebastian then you.

After looking at each other for a good minute, you all went your seperate ways.

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After about two months, the premiere finally happened. You wore a beautiful purple dress that showed off your breasts and your legs with gold heals. Your stylist picked the color because it went perfect with Henry and Sebastian's dark grey suits. You liked the dress but the long slit was starting to get a bit annoying as sometimes it would move in the wrong way and showed off your black lacy panties.

You took pictures with the two men and a lot of interviewers were asking about the sex scene and how good it would be. Henry and Sebastian did their best to not answer the questions but if they had to, they kept it extremely vague. The answer they gave the most was "you'll have to watch the movie." You mainly ignored the questions and moved on to the next interviewer if the previous one pressed.

 After all the interviews were done, you guys decided to do a bit of photos with fans and signed some things for fans. After finishing with that, you guys rushed to the movie theater and went to the seats.

 All up until the sex scene you three enjoyed the movie immensely and complimented each other on how good the acting was. Then came the sex scene, you three were silent and just watched it. You couldn’t see it since it was so dark but your best friends’ pants were tented. Henry was shifting in his seat trying to get it to go down but as the sex scene went on, it just got worse. Sebastian was having the same problem, but he didn’t bother with it trying to just let it go down on its own. It wasn’t until it came to the moment when you came hard and with a scream that they both just say, “fuck it” and put their hands on your thighs. You looked at them quickly with desire and shock. You decided not to say anything until their hands went higher. You grabbed their hands and looked at them, “What are you doing?” you ask a bit louder than you meant to which made people “shh” you.

 “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Henry whispers in your ear and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“For us to touch you. For us to fuck you like the movie.” Sebastian whispers and kisses your neck making a hickey on it.

 You blushed red like a tomato and looked at them. “Yes but… I didn’t think you guys wanted that…”

 “Oh, I’ve always wanted you but seeing you cum like that, for us, I finally see that I really do.” Henry says and kisses your neck making a few marks on it before turning to watch the rest of the movie fingering you.

Sebastian ignored the movie and sucked on your neck rubbing your clit and using his other hand to massage your breast in his hand.

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 You all arrived in a limousine so you didn’t have to worry about who would get to your house first. Once you were all sat in the limo and it was driving off, Henry was fingering you with those thick fingers and Sebastian was rubbing your clit while you palmed them through their pants and went back and forth between kissing them deeply and kissing their necks leaving your own marks. All the way to your home, they didn’t take their hands off of you.

 Henry started to suck on your nipples just like the movie, he nibbled on the soft flesh of your breast, and he continued to finger you. Sebastian made hickeys on your neck as he continued to rub your clit letting Henry have most of you for now. You knew by the end of the night you would be filled with hickeys and you didn’t mind one bit.

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  Once you guys arrived at your house, you all rushed out of the limo thanking the driver before rushing to the door. You unlocked the door and near body checked it open as it wouldn’t budge at first. Henry was the first to walk in, then Sebastian, then you. The second the door was shut, Henry had you pinned to it and kissing you roughly as you locked the door. Sebastian was getting his jacket and shirt off not daring to waste anymore time. Henry pulled away when you both desperately needed air and Sebastian got to his knees in front of you kissing the soft flesh of your thighs. He pulls you up so your legs are on his shoulders as he licks a stripe from your pussy to your clit and sucks on your clit. He moves to lick your hole and slides his tongue in devouring you like a man who hasn’t eaten in days.

 Henry got his suit off down to his boxers before he walks over to you both and starts to massage your breasts in his hands. He starts to suck on the sweet skin of your breast and makes some hickeys on them.

Soon you cried out their names, arched your back, and came for the first time that night and it sure wouldn’t be the last.

 They both moved away from your body and stood up. Sebastian moving your legs from his shoulders to around his waist and carrying you up to your room. He placed you down on the bed and smirked at you, admiring the view. Henry admired the view from afar as he shut the door. He knew no one was going to come into your house but he felt more comfortable that way and you wouldn’t dare comment on it.

 Once they were both on the bed, their hands were all over you.

Sebastian ran his hands over the outside of your thighs as he kisses your neck while Henry kissed you roughly and massaged your sides gently wanting to give your breasts a quick break. Sebastian moved his hands from the outside of your thighs to the inside and slowly moved them higher pushing two fingers into you slowly making sure you could take it. He made sure to open you wide enough that you could take either of their cocks. Henry had you flip over, and he started to run his hands over your ass. He smacked it a few times and another few times after you let out delicious moans.

Henry moved to look you in the eyes “how do you feel about anal?” He asks bluntly not wanting to beat around the bush.

“I’ve never done it but it’s something I’m open to.” You admit and look him in the eyes to let him know you are serious.

Henry nods and gives you two of his fingers to suck on before moving the newly wet fingers to your hole and starts to push one finger in. He slowly moves it making sure to watch your face for any signs of wanting to stop or long bouts of pain. Once he deems you’ve gotten used to it he pushed his next finger in and slowly moves them, again watching your face. He kissed you roughly and started to move his fingers a bit faster swallowing your moans. Once he deems you open enough to take either of their cocks, he pulls them out.

Henry and Sebastian look at each other for a moment before moving to claim their holes. Sebastian claimed your pussy and Henry claimed your ass. They knew they’d have you go again if you were up for it and would switch holes then.

You moved from your spot on the bed and let Henry lay down. You moved and slowly took his cock into your ass. Sebastian moves and slowly enters your pussy. They both wait for you to be ready before they start to thrust. As Sebastian moves out, Henry moves in and vise versa. They alternate between kissing you, devouring your sweet screams and moans, and kissing your neck marking you more. You had a feeling they wouldn’t stop until you were fully covered in them and you were right because once they ran out of room on your neck, they moved to your shoulders. You knew you were getting close after a while as you started to clench around their cocks screaming out their names and arching your back into Sebastian. You held onto Henry’s hand and Sebastian’s shoulder as they whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You cried out their names and came hard, your thighs twitching with the aftershocks. After a bit came Henry then came Sebastian who whispered something about breeding you.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum and watch you grow with my babies.” He growls right before he came with a loud groan of pleasure.

Henry and Sebastian continued to thrust a little bit more after that to help you ride it out. Once you were settled they switched holes and Henry started fucking you so hard and fast, Sebastian actually had to tell him to slow down and give him a chance. Once they got back into their old rhythm they both picked up the pace allowing you no time to get used to them. Henry was a bit bigger than Sebastian, but it just added a little more pleasure as he filled you up so full it was actually visible in your lower abdomen. You cried and screamed out their names as they allowed you no mercy as they thrusted in and out of your precious holes.

Soon enough you came again and actually blacked out, they got worried for a second before realizing what it was and calmed down, finishing inside your holes. Sebastian pulled out first and looked around your room for anything that was like a plug. Once he found an actual plug he walked back over. Henry pulled out and Sebastian pushed the plug in gently. He smirked knowing you could possibly get pregnant with one, if not both, of their children.

Once they were done admiring your body, Henry went to the bathroom and grabbed rag wetting it before bringing it over and cleaning you up. He found your underwear draw and put some panties on you. He went downstairs after to grab his and Sebastian’s suits as well as some water and snacks for when you wake up.

Sebastian held you close and kissed your forehead whispering sweet words to you. Once Henry was back, Sebastian grabbed his shirt and put it on you then Henry grabbed his blazer and put it on you. Henry put the water and snacks on the side table before looking at you fully and pulling the blanket over you.

“I’m staying, are you?” Sebastian whispers to Henry and looks at him.

Henry looks at Sebastian like Sebastian has just asked the stupidest question in the world, which he did. “Of course, if she wants us gone in the morning then we’ll leave but until then I’m staying,” Henry answered.

Sebastian and Henry nod to each other as they lay on either side of you and wrap an arm around you. They cuddle up to you and each other and talk for a good half hour before finally starting to drift off to sleep. As they were entering the last moment between slumber and awake, they hear you whisper “I love you..” and then all of you go to sleep.

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When you wake up in the morning, Henry was downstairs making breakfast while Sebastian was still sleeping next to you. Henry finished the breakfast a good half hour later and after you took a bath. He walks up the stairs, tray in hand bringing you breakfast in bed. You sat there looking up at him as you were dressed in his shirt as well as a matching set of underwear, you weren’t really cold but you didn’t want to leave Sebastian out so you put on his blazer. You smiled seeing the tray and sat up more for it. Henry placed it on your lap before going downstairs and grabbing two more plates. At this point Sebastian was already awake and had been taking tiny bites of your food. Sebastian takes his plate when Henry hands it to him and you all start eating together.

After you all finish, they look at you and smile. Henry was the first to speak up.

“Good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome. Good morning, hottie.” You said to Henry and Sebastian respectfully.

Sebastian smiled at you and Henry, close-mouthed, in response having a mouth full of food.

Henry looks at Sebastian with a smirk “Shall I tell her what we discussed yesterday?” Sebastian just gives him a nod in response, and you have a look of confusion and worry.

Henry chuckles, “Don’t worry, it’s not bad. In fact, I think you might even like what we discussed.”

You look at him, same look of confusion but much less worried. “Okay… well, what’d you discuss?”

“We want to do that again some time.” Sebastian pipes up, finally, taking a break from his food to talk.

You were taking a sip of apple juice as you heard Sebastian say that and spit it out all over Henry’s chest making the two men laugh. Their laughs always made you smile so instead of focusing on being embarrassed you focused on that.

“Well, that’s not what I was expecting.” Henry says, honestly, through laughs.

“S-Sorry, just shocked. Was expecting you to say that you didn’t like it.” You looked down at your food which you stopped eating when Henry asked if Sebastian wanted him to share what they discussed.

Both men’s faces went dead serious, they looked at you with confusion and surprise.

“Not like it? Baby, we fucking loved it.” Henry says and Sebastian nods. One of each of their hands went to your face cupping it. “You are the most beautiful, amazing, and crazy women we have ever met,”

“And we fucking love it.” Sebastian finishes Henry’s sentence to which Henry just nods.

“Did you mean what you said when you were falling back to sleep?” Henry asks looking you in the eyes.

You tilted your head; you clearly didn’t remember what you said. “Don’t remember so I can’t say.”

“You said ‘I love you’” Sebastian reminded and looked you in the eyes

“Yes, I did.” You nod and look back down at your food “But-“

“I love you too.” Henry and Sebastian say at the same time.

“I’m sorry it took so long to realize it but I do, I truly do. You make me feel like no other woman can. I feel loved, adored, and honestly, I love that you’re able to come to movie sets and auditions and stuff when you’re not working on your own.” Sebastian says with a big smile

“And I love that you’re able to watch me at the races and challenges. And come along for rides. Kal loves you too.” Henry admits with his own big smile.

“So the only question that stands is, who do you choose?” Sebastian asks thinking you only want one. The question makes you roar with laughter and they both look at you confused.

“Choose? Oh no, honey, I pick both.” You say with a straight face before you start to laugh again.

Henry and Sebastian look at each other, shrug, then give you one word to end all your wishful pining that you used to do. “Okay.”

[jubans]

title: like the sun [1/4] pairing: sumeragi tenma/fem!reader rating: g (general) premise: glooge search: what flowers can you give to the person you like when they work at a damn flower shop?!

The bells attached to the door of the shop chimed softly with Tenma's swift entrance. He spared a quick, "Good morning," to whoever might be listening, and he vaguely heard someone say it back but he couldn't give them so much as a single glance. It was rare for Tsumugi to frantically tell him to run to their usual store for pest repellent, so his urgency was a bit warranted.

The blooms that Tsumugi had grown out for the summer attracted a couple of sunflower beetles in the courtyard, and the two of them had discovered the critters nibbling on the leaves after breakfast earlier this morning. All that took to wipe the composure off the Winter Troupe leader's face was a few measly, little bugs, and Tenma would be lying if he said he didn't find it the least bit comical. 

But, as he surveyed the metal shelves for the brand that Tsumugi had told him to get, Tenma's gaze drifted briefly towards the bonsai section of the shop. A couple of juniper trees sat idly in their clay pots, waiting for a new owner to take them home. In the back of his head, however, he could hear a voice (that vaguely sounded like Yuki's) reminding him that he just had Igawa buy him a bald cypress tree last week. He literally had no reason to take care of another one when—

"Sir, do you need any help?"

Tenma startled at the voice that resounded from behind him, jerking his body away out of instinct. From where you stood, the cheery smile you'd put on faltered; a mix of concern and embarrassment lacing your gaze instead. You donned a pink apron with the shop's name embroidered on the front pocket—the same one he'd seen Himari, the elderly woman that owned the store, wear all the time. But from all the times he'd dropped by the only flower shop in Veludo Way, this was the first instance he'd ever seen you, in particular.

"Oh, S-Sumeragi-san?" you addressed him shyly, cheeks tainted with a rosy hue. "I didn't notice it was you."

The actor craned his neck a little, wondering how you even knew him. But the same, Yuki-esque voice in his head reminded him (a little bit harshly) that he was a celebrity. It was perfectly normal for people to recognize him especially when he'd forgotten to bring his sunglasses. Tenma knew that at least, but there was something familiar about you that he couldn't quite put his finger on. However, you already gave him an answer before he could even ask anything.

"W-We're in the same class at Ouka High," you babbled hastily, avoiding his gaze for reasons that eluded him. "I doubt you'd remember who I am though..."

He snapped his fingers when it finally clicked to him. Contrary to your assumption, he did remember you. "You're the one that always takes the reins in class activities! (Surname), right?"

It was strange, seeing the loud, slightly obnoxious girl he'd often see leading rehearsals for class productions in this quaint flower shop—barely able to hold his gaze without stuttering. But Tenma supposed that there were multiple sides to every person that they wouldn't want others to see. Muku often called him a tsundere in disguise, and while Tenma never openly admitted to it, his troupe mate's observations weren't completely baseless.

"Anyway, are you looking for something?" You cleared your throat, assuming your mask of cheeriness once more. "Himari-obasan told me she had a regular that was fond of bonsai despite being a teenager."

Now, it was his turn to look away, stuttering.

"T-That definitely couldn't be me," Tenma said dryly. "I'm...looking for a repellent of sorts. One for sunflower beetles? My friend wanted this brand specifically." 

He showed you the picture that Tsumugi had sent him on LIME and you hummed in understanding. Managing a kind smile, you gestured for him to follow you. 

Tenma had come to and from this shop ever since he first moved into the dorms, so the interior was calmingly familiar. Sometimes, even when he didn't have anything to purchase, he would still drop by after school to talk to Himari about alternative binding practices for bonsai roots. Those little conversations shared over tea improved his ability to grow proper trees so much that he'd managed to rope Tsumugi into his shop visits sometimes. 

"So, are you working regularly here?" Tenma wondered, more to break the ice than out of curiosity, really.

You glanced back at him as you ducked underneath the growing leaves of a dracaena house plant. "Nope. I'm just part-timing for the summer. Gotta earn some cash while school's out, you know?"

Once the two of you reached a massive wooden cabinet with glass doors, Tenma observed that various gardening tools and products were being kept inside. Huh. Himari must have invested in better displays for the shop. Speaking of which...

"Is Himari-san not feeling well?" he asked as you crouched down to retrieve what he was looking for from one of the lower shelves. 

"Ah, no. Her daughter was in town for a few days so she's spending some time with her." You plucked a single canister labelled with the pest repellent Tsumugi had wanted before sliding the door closed. Rising to your feet with a huff, you handed it to Tenma with the same, warm grin you'd shown him earlier. 

But the words of thanks already resting on his tongue promptly melted when his fingers brushed against yours. 

Tenma was more than accustomed to skinship, given that he'd been handed countless roles where he had to cozy up to his co-actors one way or another. But touching someone beyond the requirements of a script, someone who wasn't a paid actor as well—

"Sumeragi-san?" you called out, a crease forming on your brow. "You're a little red... Are you okay?"

He reflexively jerked his hand away from yours, making you flinch in surprise at his sudden actions. Tenma breathed heavily, directing himself towards the counter without another word. Though he felt a bit bad for acting so rashly, he would rather have Homare force feed him carrots than let you see him in such a flustered state. 

The actor glanced at the price tag stuck to the container and fished out a sum of money from his wallet that had three zeroes too many compared to its actual value. Tenma then plopped the payment on the wooden surface before turning on his heel to exit the shop, trying his best to block out your concerned calls. 

When the door to the shop slammed closed with the excessive force that had had put into shutting it behind him, your shoulders sagged with disappointment. Had... Had you done something to offend him, somehow?

Unbeknownst to the kind girl working at the flower shop, however, Tenma rounded the corner street with a noticeable spike in his heart rate. In the corner of his eye, he briefly caught a glimpse of his reflection on the tinted store window of a music shop Masumi told him about once. You weren't being very honest with him. He wasn't a little red—he looked like a freaking tomato!

Is the hack terrible at talking to girls, too? He could almost hear his subconscious (CV: Rurikawa Yuki) speak tauntingly in his head. Even if his first instinct was to shoot it down with a TTT (typical, tsundere Tenma) remark, he couldn't. 

Contrary to popular belief, Sumeragi Tenma was, indeed, terrible at talking to girls. 

And he would take this secret to the grave if he had to.

[chain-unchained]

December 17

The rustic twang of country guitar played over the jukebox in the Saloon. Sundays were far from the busiest days for the establishment, but there was always a handful of regulars that would come by, and someone would always plonk a few coins into the machine. The music was never loud enough to make conversation difficult; it was just there as background ambience.

It was a familiar song to Ashe as he stepped in through the door. By this point he’d visited so many times that he knew just about every track on the old machine. And this was one that he remembered fondly; he would often listen to it with his mother. Before the illness.

“Hey, there you are!”

Emily’s smile was a mile wide as she hastened around the counter to greet him. “It’s been forever since you stopped by.”

“Emily!” The hug they shared was mutual. “Sorry, just—I’ve been so busy.”

“No need to apologize. I’m just happy to see you again.” She held him back at arm’s length to study him with a critical eye. “You doing okay now?”

“Ah—” His cheeks flushed, and he looked anywhere but at her. “Yeah. I’m better. Definitely better.”

The smile was half-forced, half-genuine, and 100% embarrassed. It felt so awkward, having so many people ask him how he was doing these last few days. The same kind of awkwardness as standing there while people sang happy birthday.

“I’m glad to hear that. Don’t start pushing yourself too hard again, okay?” She gave his shoulders a squeeze. “You’ve got people you can talk to.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Good.” With another smile she let him go. “Well then, let me show you to the back. Shane’s waiting for you.”

The blush deepened. “He is? Am I late or something?”

“No no. He just got here early. Right this way.”

She led Ashe through the short swinging saloon doors to the left of the room. His heart began to flutter in his chest; it wasn’t their first date, but… this felt different to the gridball game. He didn’t know what to expect.

They made their way down the hall and to the private dining room. A ‘reserved’ sign hung from the hook in the center of the door, which sat slightly ajar. A different song was playing through the crack; it was softer, melodic.

‘Oh no—was I supposed to dress fancier?’

A nervous thought raced through Ashe’s mind as they drew near. The music sounded almost classical, and he couldn’t help but feel like maybe he should have dressed up a bit more.

“Hey, Emily?”

She stopped and turned back to him. “Yeah?”

“Um, is my outfit okay?”

“Hmm…” She observed him again. “Do a little spin for me.”

He did, the anxiety rising at the unreadable expression on her face. It wasn’t like he’d come here in his farming best— dark-washed bootcut jeans, his lavender turtleneck beneath a white sleeveless vest, his good boots—but the insecurity was there. He couldn’t help but doubt.

After a moment, Emily’s face split into another smile. “Very cute—Shane’s going to go crazy.”

“Really?” Ashe’s face lit up at the praise and prediction both. It was a relief for a worry that he knew was unfounded. “Whew… Thank you~”

“Hey, there’s that sunshine smile! I was getting worried I wouldn’t get to see it before winter ends.”

 The private room was small, and quaint, styled much the same as the bar area. Paintings decorated the walls, and one of Emily’s own hand-woven rugs adorned the floor, upon which an aged oak table rested. The music was coming from a smaller radio resting atop a matching end table in the corner; candle wall sconces cast a warm and gentle glow upon the red hues of wood and fabric both.

Shane was already there, of course—and Ashe’s face turned several shades of tomato red as his eyes fell upon him. Though his back was to the door, it was clear that he’d cleaned up for tonight. His hair, which he’d been letting grow out, was freshly washed and styled; he wore a well-fitted, plain dark sweater tucked into new jeans, with a black leather belt. He turned his head in response to the door opening—he’d even gone so far as to shave.

“Hey, you made it…”

His own voice trailed off as his eyes fell on Ashe, and there was a moment of silence as they both just stared at each other, somewhat slack-jawed.

“Wow,” Emily looked between the two of them, “you really are made for each other. I’ll go and grab some menus and some drinks to get you started.”

She traipsed out, shutting the door quietly behind her. Shane cleared his throat, his face nearly as red as Ashe’s at that point.

“You, uh… you look good, chickadee.”

“Th-thanks.” Rubbing the back of his neck, Ashe shyly added, “you do too.”

Shane grinned self-consciously. “Heh, you think so? Kinda feels like my gut’s gonna bust through this sweater…”

Ashe tip-toed closer until he was completely leaning against him, and his voice trailed off. “You look amazing,” the farmer mumbled, his face hidden in the fabric of Shane’s chest. “I can’t handle it.”

That was enough to silence Shane’s self-doubt—or at least keep him from vocalizing it further. “Yoba, you’re too cute.” He took the opportunity to steal both a hug and a kiss from his boyfriend, lingering perhaps a bit longer thank he intended to upon his lips. “So… d’you wanna sit down?”

“Y-Yes, please.”

It was with only minor reluctance that Shane stepped away from him to pull one of the chairs out from the table. He gestured for Ashe to sit, and pushed the chair back into place when he did. All the while, he had to fight to keep his hands from shaking. It had been at least a decade since he’d been on a fancy dinner date like this before, let alone with someone he cared so deeply about. He wanted it to be perfect.

By the time he’d taken his own seat opposite Ashe, Emily had returned with glasses of ice water—lemon slices included—and two menus. “Here you go,” she said with another smile. “Take your time, and press the buzzer when you’re ready to order.”

“Thanks, Emily.”

She dipped back out the door again, and for a moment there was silence as they both skimmed the menu. “Order whatever you want,” Shane said, glancing up to see the conflicted look on Ashe’s face. “Don’t worry about prices. It’s my treat.”

“But—”

“No buts.” He grinned. “I can afford to splurge on my favorite dweeb every now and then.”

Ashe hid his blushing pout behind the menu. It was hard to focus on choosing, because every few seconds he couldn’t help peeking over the top to get another look at Shane.

“… What?” Shane caught him staring. “Did I nick myself when I was shaving or something?”

“N-No no—It’s just—” He hid behind the menu again, face redder than it had been before. “I-I never realized how good you look with long hair. Sorry, I’ll stop.”

Now it was Shane’s turn to become a tomato head. “Bud, you’re gonna give me an ego with all these compliments.” He looked through the menu a bit more. To be honest, he was in the mood for pizza, but he wanted to impress Ashe—

“Would you judge me if I said I wanted pizza?”

He lowered the menu to look at him again. There was a meek sort of grin on the farmer’s face, which he was quick to hide once more behind his own.

“Nevermind, I’ll—pick something else.”

“Actually, I was literally just thinking the same thing.” Shane dropped the menu onto the table. “Do you just wanna order a large and split it?”

“Oh my Yoba, yes please.”

So much for a romantic dinner. Shane’s expectations went out the door, and with them the hesitant awkwardness that hung in the air. It was like they both settled back into their skins, and once the 16-inch pie was on the table they dug in. No forks, no plates, just greasy slices in hand and a couple of paper napkins.

“Ahh, I’m in heaven~” Ashe practically melted into his chair. “Sssooo good…”

“Yeah, it’s been awhile since I had one of his pizzas.” A long strand of cheese stretched out from Shane’s mouth to the slice he’d taken a bite from. The sign of a quality cheese pie. “This cheese didn’t come from Hanako, did it?” He joked.

“I wish it did! She’s still just a baby though. I was kind of thinking I might see about getting a full-grown cow in the meantime—sometimes I worry that she’s lonely, being in that big barn all by herself at night.”

“What about Silva?”

“Oh, well… Silva kind of picks on her a bit. I had Robin build her a stable.”

Shane sighed. “Bugaboo, I’m not gonna lie—that horse scares me.”

“I’m not giving her up.”

“I wasn’t going to suggest that—” even though he really thought that was the best idea, “—I just want you to be extra careful with her. Please.”

The plea made Ashe deflate a bit. He picked up a strand of cheese that had fallen and nibbled on it before answering. “I will. Don’t worry, I haven’t tried to ride her yet. And I still really believe that she wouldn’t ever actually hurt me.”

“I sure hope that’s the case.”

Shane helped himself to another slice, hesitating only briefly in contemplation—it was going to be more calories to burn in the gym later—and taking a bite when he decided it was worth it.

After a minute, Ashe spoke again. “I, uh… I saw Dr. Vance yesterday.”

“Oh, that’s why you were gone. I was wondering.” Shane licked a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to answer, but how’d it go?”

“It went… good.” The farmer began to gently rock back and forth in his chair. “A lot of talking. It was harder than I thought it would be.”

Shane could see that he was getting nervous. Wiping his hand on one of the napkins, he held it out to Ashe across the table; after a moment, Ashe took hold of it. “Yeah, it can be like that sometimes. But it’ll get better. Might not ever be easy, but better.”

“I hope so.” The warmth of Shane’s hand was comforting, and the rocking ceased after a minute. Ashe even managed to smile as he added, “I’m getting really tired of crying my eyes out already.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s part of the process.”

“Did you cry?”

“Oh yeah. More than I’m comfortable admitting, honestly.” He laughed. “So yeah, don’t feel bad about it. It’s different for everyone, and some of us just gotta cry before we can start moving on.”

“Yeah… I guess so.” Ashe shifted in his seat. “… I know I’m the one who brought it up, but… can we talk about something else?”  

“Of course. Uhhh…” A stream of air blew past Shane’s lips as he fished around for a different topic. Of course now of all times he was drawing a blank.

“You still haven’t told me what you want for Christmas.”

Shit, that was the one he was hoping to avoid. “Cos I don’t want anything. I’ve already got all that I could ask for.”

“Shane,” Ashe leaned forward a bit, a very serious expression on his face, “I’m gonna get you something. It might as well be something you actually want.”

“Oh! Shit, that reminds me. Would it be okay if Jas hung out at the farm with you tomorrow?”

Ashe blinked. “Uh—of course. Why?”

“Because me and Marnie are gonna get some shopping done in Zuzu. And both Penny and Jodi are gonna be busy, and I feel bad for all the times they babysit her already. We’ll pay you for it, of course.”

“Oh, nonono you won’t.” He shook his head.

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure. Use that money to get Jas an extra present.”

“Bud, believe me, she’s gonna have more presents than she knows what to do with.” Shane wiped his hands on his napkin again and took a sip of lemon water. “What about you? You haven’t told me what you want.”

Ashe went quiet. The truth was, what he wanted more than anything was something that he knew he could never get back. But… well, there was one other thing…

“I just don’t want to be alone. That… That’s all…”

This time Shane gently took hold of both hands. “Who says you will be? The Feast lasts all day, and you can hang out at the ranch with us after. Okay? Don’t even worry about that.”

“I-I’ll try.” Ashe drew a shuddering breath. The emotions had utterly blindsided him, but at least he’d managed to keep from crying… again. But he was going to end up with whiplash with how all over the place his emotions were.

“You know, there’s gonna be a big countdown in Zuzu on New Years’ Eve. Would you feel up to going?”

“… Y-Yeah.” He managed a small smile. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”  

[sugar-petals]

Potions and Reverie (m)

↳ In which you receive a fortunate letter that leads to sex with your submissive husband Jimin.

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: hurt & comfort, angst, smut | domestic au | one shot

Warnings: spanking, mommy kink, thigh riding, impregnation kink, slapping, choking, neglect, sexual healing, avoidance, depression, infertility issues

A/N: Requested by anon. Reupload!

Red pines creak and bend outside. Last time you checked, the alley had been deserted with no car or person in sight. Jimin’s not home yet, you’re waiting. 

He promised to be back around eight or so, now it’s nine with little sunlight left. Just heavy, mourning clouds. Endless rain comes gushing down with thunder’s angry boom from the distance. It must be hell in the mountains. Seoul is so unkind these days. 

Unkind, and too humid. The current festival in Itaewon is as good as spoiled, the poor people. No text message gets a fast reply like it normally would, your phone just falls abnormally silent. There’s no point in trying again and again.

The storm keeps raging and whirring between the pines, leaving much debris and puddles on the street. You’re giving up on ordering pizza for tonight, the microwave will do. The fridge is entirely raided, so you take the small wooden steps down to the icy-cold cellar. A few convenience foods are still left in the freezer, but your tormented stomach feels like ramen is the better alternative. There are two packages left, you pick the spicier, stronger one. 

You’re glad to be fast with warming it up because electricity shuts down at roughly half past, leaving you with candles and “goodbye TV” on the couch. You’d be outside if you’d know where he actually is, even in that weather. The impatience is like venom, you wish you wouldn’t have it.

It’s quarter to ten when the key turns. You rush to the front porch to haul in Jimin as he opens, soaking wet and gloomier than ever. He apologizes in a grumpy tone, no eye contact. The heavily kinked umbrella just gets cast in a corner. Jimin later slouches down next to you on the couch with your oversized bathrobe on. 

Downtown he had gotten himself at least some fries and visited the drug store to fill up the fridge in a last effort. Most of the paperboard packages and vegetables got horribly wet and squashed in his backpack because the rain just didn’t want to come down vertically, and Jimin just stuffed them in without care. At least one time you see the value in thick plastic wrappings. You don’t even know if that crumbled mess is still useful in any way, but he thought about everything you’ve written on the grocery list in the kitchen.

Jimin hardly speaks while he’s trying to get his hair dry with a towel, rubbing and chafing it aggressively at the back of his neck. There’s no answer why he took so long and didn’t answer the phone, none. He’s been like that since the doctor proposed the diagnosis this summer. 

You have a hard time telling him that you received the important, long anticipated letter from the clinic today. But you didn’t open it yet. You told yourself that this was something you’d have to do together. It’s hard. His face turns more somber when you mention it but he won’t protest when you bring out the plain envelope. The dismal gleam of the candle barely suffices to read, it flickers too much. 

A darker wall of clouds outside has you pulling out your phone to shed at least a bit of light on the dreaded paper. It’s the result from October’s final check-up. All the numbers and paragraphs are just blurry. As you finished reading, passing over the letter you just say to read it twice. You didn’t get the majority of the words, or perhaps you’re too nervous. Maybe just in disbelief. The only thing you understood was that they charged a whooping lot. Jimin does have to read it twice. He puts it down, the first eye contact follows. 

“You’re okay?”

“I’m… okay?” You don’t know what he means. That you’re fine, or that the diagnosis states you’re fine. Jimin angles the letter to you and points at a bolded part. “It says the result turned out negative. They tested for “infertile, yes or no”, not for “fertile, yes or no”. Infertile — negative. And below,” he points toward the end, “it says we could try it.” You practically rip the letter from his hands. It makes sense now, it really does. There it is. 

We can encourage you to carefully commence again around designated week 2 and 3. The first investigations in August merely pointed towards a temporary and then more complicated medical terms follow, ending in an explanation how the error just didn’t hold true because of this and that, measures were just approximated, and so on. So it’s true. You are okay. You’d still punch each and every doctor with their fertility potions in the face for all of this. No cure was ever needed, neither was abstinence. Jimin looks hopeful and teary. 

He’s suffered the most the last months because you’ve really wanted to follow through. But he couldn’t help if his life depended on it. It left him immobile at the thought he couldn’t make you happy, and he really admitted to that in September when things got worse. 

Jimin isolated himself more, even if he did spend time with you. He tried to please you in bed in every way you could think of, he pursued all the duties he had around the house. The ideal husband. But at some point, you had just lost faith. Only the last bit of love held you together, a string that could rip any second. Like the pine branches bursting apart outside. 

Giving up was the only thing to do after the final blow despite you having feverishly tried it all. He still couldn’t get it up after everything they said at the screening, with the trauma of your reaction in mind. The way he’s facing you, it seems impossible to erase all denial again, and embrace what’s real. The hug is uneasy, the damned letter forgotten on the floor. “Is it week two” you ask, “it must be.” He sniffles. 

“Around start of three, I don’t know. Fuck it, honestly… They’ve been playing us with that since forever. It should work anytime mid-cycle. We’ll just try, I think it’s possible,” he clears his throat, leaning back from the hug. “It’s not meant to be otherwise. Whatever their instruments say.” You undo the belt of the robe. “So, now?” you test, making sure to sound pulled together even if the letter left you more aggravated than the turmoil in the streets. 

“If you still like me… I’m disappointing. I look weird now, too,” Jimin shifts in his seat, sort of spaced out again. The robe hardly closes at the front. “Fool, I want you,” you get on his lap, moving the towel from his hands to the table. 

“If a bit of water turns you ugly all of a sudden, my taste in men must be horrendous. I’m not blowing up your phone just because. I was worried! And I’m in love with you, that hasn’t changed.” The rain is unstoppable outside, drumming, threatening to hammer in your windows. “I love you, too,” he muses, though overshadowed by the roaring thunder somewhere above Incheon. Perfect day to make a baby. 

“They said we can do it, you should be confident,” you pinch at his tiny nose. He turns as red as the slushy tomatoes from his bag. Clumsy sweetheart, so cute. It makes you horny. “You too,” Jimin cocks up his head, provocative. “Hey, I’ll show you.” The doc can suck your ass, you’ll make this count. 

Jimin’s robe comes off completely. It’s difficult to be gentle even if you know that Jimin longs for a tough grip. There’s something about so many dull weeks that makes you ravage him. Maybe it’s not right to overwhelm him and yourself just now. But the yearning is too strong. He’s so hot with the damp hair. Yes, you want him bad. 

His dick grows sturdier under the fleeting rub of your hand, and wet with warm spit added. Very wet. As does your underwear turning slick with his fuck-me thigh between your legs. It’s. So. Damn. Big. 

You nibble at his chest and shoulders with the prospect of leaving faint marks and gyrate against his leg on repeat like a bolting mustang going berserk. Jimin abides the shake until all friction has spurred and lubricated you enough. It’s not taking long until your panties are gone, and Jimin’s hand slips right in their former place to get you off. 

While he keeps jerking his fingers, you sink down on his shaft and brutalize him with more bites at the neck, not thinking about tomorrow. He’ll have to deal with it. You’re not meek with the thrusts today, either. Soon he jitters at your hips with his hands, trying to mimic the movement. You’re ecstatic. It riles him up. The eternal rain pounds against the window glass like you do against his lap. It’s pitch black outside. “Slap me!” he cries the more you cram him in, “I deserve it. Please!”

Your hand comes down ringing, the echo numbed by the rain. Jimin is left wincing. He begs you drooling to beat him more, harder, the other cheek. Your left is not as strong, so the slap is messy and unpredictable in its impact. But you don’t miss the spot. He’s getting stiffer inside you making the plunge times easier. A third strike and his hips buck up from underneath. Mustang number two has entered to mate, it seems. 

He keeps pleading for more, but after a fourth time, you refuse. Jimin doesn’t need to get his jaw dislocated in a frenzy. Not in this position anyways. He’s digging him a bit too much, that’s when he gets carried away. Instead, both of your hands find a solid grip just below his larynx. His neck is already swollen and pulsating. “I’ll punish you my way,” you put a slight bit of strain on your thumbs, “ready for that?” The following nod is eager, eliciting a greedy look in his eyes. So this is what he likes about confidence. 

Jimin, forever obsessed with your hands. You make sure to press the right spot, loving how his cock throbs while he’s thrashing out with his feet. Oh, it’s been over half a year since Jimin had you choke him out. Missed it bad. He does remember to keep his palms flat against the sofa. No matter what. That’s the silent command that you challenge him to fulfill. His arms don’t move even one bit even if you give his throat a harder, but short squeeze before releasing. 

Jimin sucks his first breath in with his tongue out, veins popped minuscule in the eyes. His palms still stay in place. That’s a reflex control worthy of being a father. Your perfect man. 

There are not many more thrusts until he catches himself and starts squirming. “Won’t last longer,” he coughs, apologetic. For a first time after such a sexual drought, his stamina isn’t half bad though. Jimin’s actually amazing. You’ll let him know later. Urgent matters first. 

“Come on, roll over. It has to stay inside of me.” 

Jimin, out of breath, can hardly catch up so you have to position him yourself above you on your back. “I think I’m ready,” he quivers, thrusts abating between your legs spread apart. Indeed he is. You lower him balls deep with your hands on his supple ass, firmly in place. “It’s like my birthday. Lovin’ the gifts.” 

A brisk smack on the left cheek and he’s coming with a little whimper. Finally. It drops inside of you like a small stream of liquid silver, turning gold reaching the spot where you want it. “I’ll make you a baby daddy,” you lock his hips tight with your legs around him, “all mine, mine, mine.” 

There’s no mercy for him now, and no place to go. No hours outside to escape in the rain, sulking and lonely with his depressive thoughts. No friend’s home to spend the night avoidant instead of in the bedroom here, afraid to disappoint, or having to survive your wistful hours ad infinitum. That’s gone now. A bitter summer. There’s always hope for autumn. You’re stealing a kiss and every last thread of semen that he has for you. 

The pressure from your thighs hooks him in the spot with no inch of liberty. A bit more and he’d snap in half like a pair of chopsticks. The ceiling lamp flashes up, blinding and bright against the bedlam outline of his locks. Fucking electricity’s back. You can feel the last bits of sperm trickle down inside to breed you, but won’t let him go just yet. 

“I’m yours, mommy,” Jimin last exhales struggling. He falls down into your arms closing around him stalwart like a cage. It feels like the only pressure left on him. What you see on his face is no more heavy gloom and doom.  

The thunder continues haunting Seoul, but it doesn’t matter. This is your dream come true. You let him pull out when a tired strain replaces the strength in your legs, and he kneels. Everything that has spilled over he proceeds to sip and lap up obediently, it’s good for his skin. Unlike what’s pending flaccid between his thighs, Jimin’s tongue won’t get worn-out all too early, carrying you through a nascent high and bringing you down again. 

The curve of his lips swipes gently up and down your labia, picking up the chaos of his and your cum, dips it back in with his ruby tongue when you finished your orgasm. He’s lost the tension in his brow, his eyes are peaceful. A last charming nip at your clit and he retreats, replacing his mouth with the massage of two fingers. 

Before the overstimulation comes, you guide his wrists toward your breasts to go on there. You’ll drag him under the shower later, to draw out the relaxation deeply needed. Tomorrow you’ll try right again after going to the festival, to mingle with the dragon spectacle for good luck with your baby daddy. 

“That’s for sweet milk hm,” you fondle at his glowing cheeks, “we made it, Jiminie.” - “Sorry that it took so long since then. Are you happy?” - “I’m very happy. And our child will be so beautiful,” you brush a finger against his lashes. Albeit exhausted, he’s cheerful under the touch. “Then, I’m happy, too.” 

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[keichanz]

Move Your Body || pt. 3

@akiza-hades-rose

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Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

When Kagome entered the studio the following night at approximately 7 pm, already a little flushed and sweaty from Sango’s hour long session, the first thing Inuyasha noticed that instead of the baggy t-shirt he was half-expecting her to show up in, she’d donned a plain white camisole instead. It was definitely an improvement, since it was clingy and contoured to her figure, though if he were being honest Inuyasha much preferred her in nothing but the spandex shorts and sports bra from before.

And she must have read his thoughts from the way he was eyeing her outfight critically and she stopped to send him a narrowed eyed stare, a clear challenge to just try and make her remove it.

He grumbled but finally gave a nod of approval and instantly she brightened, all smiles and fairly skipping the rest of the way into the room toward where he stood at the table, donned in jersey shorts, a black muscle shirt, and comfortable sneakers.

“Hi,” she chirped, setting her bag on the table and gracing him with a brilliant smile.

Inuyasha cocked a brow at her but couldn’t stop his lips from twitching as he flicked his gaze back to his phone.

“Hey,” he returned. “How was Sango’s class?”

“Great!”

Her enthusiastic response prompted him to once more lift his gaze, wondering what could possibly have her so chipper. Then he watched in something akin to baffled amusement as Kagome dropped into a fighting stance and started punching the air, shifting her feet like a boxer would and then he had to wonder if she’d taken one of Sango’s kick-boxing classes.

“It’s got me pumped!” Kagome continued, striking the air again and again as she duked it out with an invisible opponent. Then she ruined her tough-girl appearance by giggling and Inuyasha had to grin that time.

“You’re a nut,” he told her, shaking his head, and only received more giggles in response. “Alright, smiley, what’s got you so eager and willing for me to work your ass off tonight, huh?”

He crossed his arms and leaned a hip against the table, glad that she seemed so excited, but also genuinely curious for this particular mood. He found that he liked her like this, smiling and laughing and ready to do whatever it takes to meet her goal.

Kagome smiled mysteriously and then shifted her eyes behind him, noting for the first time the cooler that sat at the end of the long table. Making a noise of delight she skipped on over and opened the lid to investigate, pleased to discover that it was filled with ice cold water bottles, various sports drinks, and healthy snacks like fruit and yogurt.

Happily claiming a banana, she let the lid fall close and turned around, humming under her breath as she peeled her treat, dumped the peel in the trash and took a bite. As she munched her eyes connected with Inuyasha’s again and the look he was giving her plainly read “really?”

She blinked, swallowed, and smiled again.

“Who said you can eat my bananas?” he joked and nearly had her choking on her next bite as she tried not to laugh. He hadn’t intended for it to sound at all racy and was glad she hadn’t taken it that way.

“I’m curious, babydoll,” he said after she’d recovered, letting a new snickers escape around mouthfuls. “Not that I mind of course, but seriously, what’s got you so chipper tonight, huh? Or at you just that happy to see me?”

Inuyasha smirked and waggled his brows, to which Kagome rolled her eyes at but was unable to keep from smiling.

“Oh,” she murmured, gaze drifting to the side as she clasped he hands behind in her and rocked back and forth on her feet. “No reason...”

Inuyasha snorted. “Yeah, bullshit. Alright, c’mon, babydoll, ‘fess up. We ain’t got all night, I actually a tentative schedule tonight.” He rolled his hand, an impatient gesture to get on with it, and after another few seconds of staling Kagome cracked.

“Okay, okay,” she gave in with a soft laugh, blue eyes bright and her smile a mile wide. “It could be completely unrelated, but I saw Kamlyn today for the first time since signing up for the competition, and she looked so mad!”

She made a little high-pitched noise of excitement and did a little shimmy that Inuyasha found entirely too adorable. Though amused that the bitch was apparently still pissed about his rejection from yesterday, he derived even more enjoyment from Kagome’s enjoyment. It was such a small thing, and yet she got so much happiness out of it, and the thought that he had, in a roundabout way, caused that happiness caused something warm to bloom in his chest and gradually spread outward.

Before he could act on the strange feeling welling up inside him and do something stupid – like reach out and take her into his arms like he very suddenly wanted to – Kagome stopped bouncing around and faced him fully, and though her smile hadn’t vanished it gentled and her ocean eyes shone with sincere gratitude.

“I know it’s silly, but,” she began, a soft blush coloring her cheeks a gentle rose, “thank you, Inuyasha. And I’m sorry. You know, for...automatically assuming you’d agree to help her.”

She shrugged and looked away, suddenly a little shy and embarrassed, but a gentle touch to her chin brought her gaze back to his and her eyes widened.

“You’re welcome,” he rumbled, the intensity in his eyes making her breath catch. “And don’t worry about it. I said you’d have all my free time, Kagome. And I meant it.”

Then daringly he brushed his thumb across the softness of her bottom lip and watched as her face flamed and those midnight eyes grow very wide. He wasn’t surprised when she ducked away from his touch, bowing her head and taking a step back while avoiding his gaze.

Letting his hand drop, Inuyasha swallowed a sigh and grinned instead, trying to lighten the mood a bit by teasing her, “You just wanted me all to yourself, didn’t you, babydoll?”

His golden eyes gleamed wickedly as Kagome squeaked and then promptly hid her red face in her hands, shaking her head in avid denial.

His grin widened. “Didn’t wanna share me? Jealous?”

“Inuyashaaaaa,” she protested, her face rivaling that of a tomato by now but he could see the smile behind her hands, the way it curled her mouth upward as her shoulders shook in silent laughter.

Chuckling, Inuyasha held his hands up. “Alright, alright,” be conceded and then to spare her any further embarrassment changed the subject. “Do you have your schedule I asked for?”

Grateful for the subject change, she lowered her hands and sent him a small, thankful smile before going over to her bag and digging around inside to retrieve the requested paper. He’d asked for a copy earlier today via text so he’d know when not to bother her during class.

Kagome pulled it from the notebook she’d stashed it in and handed it over, taking a moment to check her phone for anything she might have missed while he looked it over.

“Christ,” Inuyasha muttered after a minute, frowning down at the piece of paper in his hand. “Do you ever have time to eat? Or, you know, breathe?”

She shrugged, her smiling seeming to say, “what can ya do?”

Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at her. “Have you eaten today?”

Kagome blinked at him then smiled. “Um...yes.”

His suspicion mounted. “Banana notwithstanding.”

Kagome thought about it, her gaze drifting to the ceiling.

“...I passed the dining hall and smelled pizza—”

His glare cut her off and wordlessly he pointed to the cooler.

Kagome pouted and crossed her arms. “It’s not that big of a deal, I’m—”

“Now, Kagome.”

“Yes, mom,” Kagome grumbled and did as she was told, stalking past him to once more dig around the cooler and retrieving an apple and another banana.

Unfazed, Inuyasha folded up her schedule and tucked it away into his shorts pocket. Kagome was mulishly nibbling away on an apple and he felt better now that she was getting some food in her stomach after evidently not eating anything all day. Some of his anger diminished and he sighed, raising a clawed hand to thrust through his short hair.

“You can’t skip meals like this, especially when you’re gonna be burning calories like no tomorrow.” He shook his head. “Where the hell is your common sense? You’re going to school to be a nurse, babydoll, you should know this.”

Inuyasha frowned at her, the disapproval clear in his stare, and Kagome swallowed before emitting a sigh and wrinkling her nose, looking appropriately contrite.

“Wednesdays are my busiest days,” she mumbled, making a face. “And I was gonna get something to eat after I was done with Sango’s class, but then I remembered I was supposed to come up here and didn’t have time.”

“Then fucking text me you’re gonna be late and get yourself some dinner, dammit,” he snapped, his concern for her health temporarily making him forget his earlier promise to show some restraint when it came to her. “I don’t care if you’re gonna be a little late if it means you’re taking care of yourself.”

Avoiding his gaze, Kagome shrunk in on herself and picked at the peel of the banana in her hand. Okay, maybe it had been stupid, but he didn’t need to blow up like that. She usually did get food right around this time, but she’d just...been really excited about tonight’s session with him and hadn’t wanted to waste precious minutes getting food.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, fighting back the ridiculous urge to cry. “I was just...excited to be here. It won’t happen again.”

And just like that, Inuyasha felt like the world’s biggest ass and all anger instantly evaporated to be replaced by guilt. Ahh…fuck. He’d single-handedly ruined her earlier good mood because he’d allowed the nutritionist side of him to freak the hell out and now she was drawing back into her shell, hiding herself and it was his own damn fault. Even with the realization that his concern stemmed from the irrational fear that she was skipping meals because she didn’t want to go back to being chubby, it still didn’t excuse him blowing up at her for something so trivial. And it wasn’t like they were going to do any hard work tonight anyway.

Shit. Now he doubly felt like an ass. Goddammit.

“Kagome...fuck, I’m sorry,” he said and rubbed his forehead, knowing it was weak, but not knowing what else to do. “I didn’t mean to go off like that, I just...”

He sighed, grimaced, and then admitted in a mumble, “I got worried, aright? This sorta thing takes up a lot of energy, y’know, the kind you get from eating, and I don’t wanna see you get sick. Sometimes I can be a colossal ass and I don’t think before I speak and more often than not I end up shoving my foot in my mouth and saying the wrong thing. So...sorry.”

When Kagome didn’t say anything, Inuyasha dared to lift his gaze...and found her staring at him, blue eyes suspiciously bright and a trembling but genuine smile curving her lips upward.

Inuyasha faltered. What the—

“You know,” she began softly and there was a note of mirth to her tone that he did not miss. “You could have stopped after you said sorry the first time.” Her smile widened a tad. “But I appreciate the explanation, Inuyasha. Apology accepted.”

Inuyasha stared at her as incredulity slowly overwhelmed all previous guilt and he simply gaped for a moment, disbelief clear on his face.

Before he could stop himself, he blurted, “Then why the hell didn’t you—”

Kagome giggled and immediately stifled it by biting down on her lip and looking away, a flush riding high on her cheeks.

Realization dawned and he groaned. “You just wanted to see me sweat, didn’t you?”

“Well,” she giggled and cast a sidelong glance at him. “You did kind of deserve it.”

He gave her a deadpan stare. “Touché,” he mumbled and when she giggled again, he sighed and quirked a grin.

“Alright, smartass,” he teased and reached over to grasp her arm and tug her closer. Surprisingly she went willingly, allowing him to snake an arm around her shoulders and squeeze her in a half-hug. She blushed and ducked her head, but he saw her smile.

“After today don’t worry about leaving to get something to eat after you’re done downstairs and then coming here. I’ll buy you dinner every Wednesday, or any other day you don’t have time. Anything you want. And I know I don’t have to,” he told her before she could interrupt and smirked at her pout. “Think of it as my way of making it up to you for being a giant ass. Deal?”

Kagome considered him for a moment, deliberately making him wait – cheeky little thing, wasn’t she? – and then she smiled and suddenly Inuyasha could breathe a little easier.

He breathed an inward sigh of relief. “Good,” he rumbled and then dropped a kiss to the top of her head – why, he had no idea – before releasing her and gesturing to her forgotten fruit.

“Eat up, and then we’ll begin.”

“Is it too late for you to buy me dinner? Because I could really go for some—”

“Kagome.”

She giggled and crunched into her apple.  

Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha retaliated to her cheek by snatching her apple and taking a huge bite out of it before handing it back and promptly kneeling at her feet, ignoring her protest gasped protest.

“You thief! Uh, what are you doing?” she asked when he started plucking at the laces of her sneaker and loosening them enough so he could slip it off her foot along with her sock. She squeaked and caught herself on his shoulder with a hand and could only watch in bemusement as he did the same with the other.

“We have a limited amount of time,” Inuyasha replied, tossing her shoe and sock to join the other under the table where they were out of the way. “So I figured it’d be best to get you used it to now as opposed to later so you don’t fall and break an ankle when you use the real thing.”

Kagome shivered when her bare feet met the cool polished wood of the floor and she blinked at him.

“Real thing?”

Straightening, Inuyasha cocked a brow and drawled, “You didn’t think you’d be performing your dance in sneakers, did you?”

Kagome titled her head a little with a slight frown as she tried to understand what he meant, but then it hit her out of nowhere and her eyes widened as a soft gasp escaped her mouth. She blanched and stared at him with something akin to horror, really, really hoping he was joking.

“Oh, no—please tell you don’t mean—”

Inuyasha’s wicked smirk cut her off.

“Heels up, babydoll. Are you comfortable with five inches?”

One hour later...

“Heels up, Kagome!”

“They are up!”

“More than an inch.”

With a groan and a downright dirty look directed Inuyasha’s way, Kagome reluctantly did as she was bade and forced herself higher onto her toes, wincing when her sore feet protested and the pads twinged in pain. She realized it really wasn’t much different than wearing actual heels, but the arches not having any support made it a little more difficult. Plus Kagome had never worn heels in her life, which definitely didn’t make this any easier. Good god, but why did women subject themselves to this torture?! Willingly?!

“Spin.”

Huffing, Kagome spun and managed to keep her heels raised.

“Good. Drop.”

She dropped, balancing on the pads of her feet briefly before shooting back up and automatically throwing her weight backward into a dramatic dip that flung her hair and thrust out her chest.

Inuyasha nodded in approval. “Great, babydoll. Knees bent—good, now slide forward, right foot first—heels up.”

Kagome whined and Inuyasha’s phone lit up with an incoming call, the music automatically pausing to let the call come in.

Big blue eyes looked at him pleadingly and Inuyasha gave in. “Take a break,” he told her, a small grin curving his lips. “You deserve it.”

Instantly Kagome dropped her heels and made a noise of relief before promptly collapsing onto the floor and laying flat on her back, needing to take the pressure off of her aching feet for even a little bit. The polished wood of the floor was cool against her heated skin and she closed her eyes, soaking it in.

Inuyasha gave her an amused glance as he passed her and snatched up his phone, glimpsing the screen before swiping his thumb and holding it to his face.

“Hey, you,” he greeted fondly and tucked the mobile between his head and shoulder before wordlessly reaching down toward Kagome and wiggling his fingers. “What’s up?”

“I love you.”            

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and gestured for Kagome to grab his hands when all she did was stare blankly up at him from the floor.

“Whaddaya need, Peach?” His voice was slightly exasperated, already having a good idea what she was calling for.

As Kagome made a sound of protest but reached up to grab his hands anyway, the female voice on the other end of the phone crooned, “I’m so sorry, Sha, but I won’t be able to make it this weekend for the demo. I know I said I’d be there, but Suikotsu’s conference got extended until Sunday and he asked me to stay.”

The pleading note to her voice was clear as day and Inuyasha could picture her face, big brown eyes wide, exaggerated pout, and her nose scrunched up. He never understood how she was able to give him the damn Puppy Pout when she was halfway across the fucking world, but there you have it.

Sighing, Inuyasha gently clasped Kagome’s hands in his own and hauled her upright.

“When’s your flight?” he asked, his tone resigned and dropped his hands to Kagome’s waist before promptly lifting her up and setting her on the table. She made a cute little noise of surprise and blinked curiously at him.

He could hear the smile in her voice as she replied, “Early Monday morning so I should be home around five that evening.”

She paused, then, “Are you sure? I mean, if you really need me to be there you know Sui will understand...”

He had to smile at that. “Nah, don’t worry about it, Peach. I’m sure Kagura won’t mind coming with; you know she loves L.A. and jumps at any chance to gamble away the asshole’s money.”

“What about getting smashed and trying to sell her lingerie? That she was still wearing?”

Inuyasha snorted in acknowledgment, lifting one of Kagome’s feet and carefully massaging the sore muscles with experienced hands. Kagome gasped, flushed, but then hummed in pleasure as her eyes drifted close and a dreamy smile spread across her face. He grinned.

“Thanks, Pooch,” his dear friend said softly, voice ringing with sincerity. “I really do appreciate it, especially since it’s been scheduled for like, two months. Has anyone ever told you you’re like, the best boss ever? And the sexiest?”

“Kiss ass.”

“Well, somebody has to. Your boyfriend’s been kissing mine for the past week, I’m sure yours ain’t getting any action.”

Inuyasha released a bark of laughter, shaking his head at Kagome’s inquisitive head tilt and switching to her other foot; she gave him a weird look but decided to brush it off and closed her eyes again.

“Tell him when he’s done licking peaches, I got all the meat he needs right here.”

The look Kagome gave him after that particular statement had him biting back another laugh and again he shook his head, not without a grin. A soft snort sounded on the other end and then, “Babe, your boyfriend says when you’re done licking peaches, he’s got all the meat you need right here.”

There was a pause and then Inuyasha’s sensitive hearing picked up the hollered reply from a familiar male voice before it was relayed.

“He says, ‘kiss, kiss, bitch.’”

They both shared a laugh at that, the running gag between them being that Inuyasha was having a not so secret affair with her husband and his wife just went along with it “as long as she gets to watch.” The gag never got old, and the couple was included in the limited circle of his closest friends. He was grateful to have them in his life, along with a certain blue-eyed beauty that had the prettiest smile.

“Seriously, Pooch,” she began, the smile audible in her voice. “Thank you. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Start thinking on it and let me know when I get back?”

Inuyasha smiled, about to reply that she didn’t owe him anything, but then paused and flicked his gaze down at the woman sprawled across the table, having given up on understanding their conversation and smiling dreamily.

“Actually, Peach,” he murmured, his mouth kicking up into a fond grin when ocean eyes fluttered open and connected with rich honey. “I already know exactly how you can make it up to me.”

Part 4

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[allthingskiszka]

Wasted

Josh Kiszka x reader

This was a request: “Running into Josh at a bar” p.s sorry about any errors I will proof-read but may miss something

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Word Count: 2,000+

Your waiting at the bar for 4 shots it’s currently 9pm your back in your home town of Frankenmuth visiting from college in New York where you study design. You decided to go out with the girls Mackenzie, Sara, and Ronnie. It’s been a long time since you have seen them they are always so busy to come and visit you. The bartender hands you the shots and you got back to the table they are sitting at. You guys cheered and throw the liquid back you feel the hotness run down your throat. Sara and Mac excuse themselves to go to the bathroom. You have been super closes with Ronnie for a long time. You considered her a sister, you were apart of her family and she was apart of yours. You have the biggest crush on her brother Josh and she is always giving you a hard time. You were scared when she found out thinking she wouldn’t want you around anymore but she didn’t mind at all. In fact, she was always encouraging you guys to sit next to each other or do things alone and embarrassing you in front of him. You missed him and the rest of the boys a lot, they were always on tour.

“Are you feeling it, Ronnie? I kinda starting to get a buzz”

“I’m feeling it a little bit, nothing crazy. I missed you like crazy it’s not the same with you gone”

“You should come up to New York and stay that would be so fun”

“I think about it from time to time”

“How are the boys, I haven’t talked to them in forever. We text from time to time”

“They're good, they are actually getting in tonight, so you will see them tomorrow at the cookout, get this Sammy is bringing his GIRLFRIEND” she said with a giggle

“Oh no way, WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME. Good for Sam have you met her?”

“Yeah, she is sweet her name is Joy, that just leaves 2 single Kiszkas, Me and Joshy boy. It’s only a matter of time before you two confess your love and get married. I’ll be alone forever” she said smirking

“Shut up Ronnie” you said with a hard eye roll as you finished your drink Sara and Mac came back and you guys headed to the dance floor. You guys were dancing like nobody was watching. You parted ways to go get a drink at the bar as you made your way there you ran straight into a guy.

“Oh sorry little lady” you froze at the sound of the voice looking up shocked at who was standing in front of you it was Josh

“Holy shit, y/n is that you, oh my god how are you?” He asked pulling you in a tight long hug, it looks as if Ronnie didn’t tell him either

“I’ve been good, and yourself Kiszka?”

“Really good, Ronnie told me she was here but she didn’t tell me who she was with. I missed you doll, you look great”

“Thanks, Josh, your not to bad yourself” you said as a blush crept on your cheeks you guys were interrupted by Jake

“Holy crap, y/n Ronnie didn’t tell us you were in town, how’s New York?” He questioned as he pulled you in for a quick hug.

“It’s really good, schools great. It just gets lonely sometimes”

“Oh it’s only a matter of time before you get friends and even a boyfriend, then you won’t be lonely” Jake said with a smirk. You looked at Josh who seemed to be deep in thought looking kind of sad, you took a note to ask him about it later.

“No way that’s gonna happen, Is Sammy here, and Danny?”

“Yeah they are at the bar” Jake spoke

“Cool that’s where I was headed”

“I’ll buy you a drink, Doll” Josh said breaking out of his trance grabbing your hand leading you to the bar he let go and ran up behind Sam and Danny

“Are you guy even 21?” you said in a serious voice. Their heads whipped in your direction. Their eyes lit up at the sight of you

“You scared us, y/n” Danny said standing to hug you then Sam got up and did the same

“Y/n this is Joy, Joy this is y/n”

“So nice to meet you I’ve heard a lot about you”

“I didn’t know Sammy was such a fan”

“Oh, I’m not. I barely can stand you. Josh is the one leaving raving reviews” Sam said with a booming laugh. Joy just smacked Sam’s shoulder, you looked a Josh and you swore you saw him turning red. He turned and looked at you with a goofy smile, he walked over, throwing his arm around your shoulder

“Shove it, Sam, it’s impossible to not be a fan of y/n and you know it” he said handing you a drink with his other hand. It was your turn to blush now. Danny got up to find Mac and the rest of the group. While you, Josh, Sam, and Joy went to find a booth you took the seat next to Josh and he slung his arm around you pulling you close, you looked at him and he flashed you a smile.

“So y/n how’s school?” Sam asked

“Really good, I love my classes and I’m learning a lot. It’s pretty dope, but it gets lonely from time to time. Believe it or not, I miss you assholes, nobody ever comes and visits”

“I’m glad you are enjoying it, I’m sure you’ll make friends. Meanwhile, you can text or call us, we miss you too, some more than others” Sam said looking at Josh

“When are you heading back?”

“8 days from now, what about you guys?”

“We are on a 3-week break, which is unheard of” Sam said

“Oh that’s nice school starts back up in 3 weeks from now”

“Why are you going back so soon, Doll” Josh asked

“I don’t know, I miss home but this weird thing happens when I come back I just want to leave again. This place grows old fast, I also didn’t know you guys would be in town”

“You should cancel your flight and come to the cabin with us, I told Ronnie to ask you, it seems she is keeping things from us” Josh spoke looking at you with hope in his eyes

“Oh my god, you so should. Just like the old days” Sam said shooting you a smile

“Sounds good to me I just will have to see if I can reschedule my flight, I couldn’t afford another”

“I can cover you Doll if you can’t reschedule. I have missed you so much, I would legit do anything to get you to come” Josh spoke

“Well, in that case, you will be seeing a lot of me. You’ll be happy when it’s time to depart”

“That’s impossible” Josh said looking in your eyes. You looked at him and smiled, he always knew how to make you feel special. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard one of your favorite songs come on.

“Well this has been fun, but I’m gonna go shake my ass” they all laughed at you. You stood up and made your way to the dance floor. Ronnie saw you and grabbed your hand as you two danced like fools.

Josh’s p.o.v

I was so surprised to see y/n, she is my absolute favorite. I have been in love with her the day Ronnie introduced us. She looked absolutely stunning tonight dressed up for nobody. I wish I had the guts to tell her how I feel, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I’m snapped out of my thoughts by Sam and Joy.

“You should go dance with her, dumbass” Sam spoke

“Nah Sammy it’s not like that, she isn’t interested”

‘That totally bullshit Josh, she totally likes you I can see it in the way she looks at you, and I just met her” Joy said laughing

“You really think so”

“For sure, that’s what I’m always telling him. He refuses to listen” Sam added

“Okay, Okay I’ll go see if she wants to dance”

I get up and make my way over to the dance floor and stop for a moment scanning the floor for y/n, Ronnie, Jake, Danny, Mac, and Sara. My eyes lock on the group. I stand there for a moment just staring at y/n trying to gain some confidence. She looks so great they’re so many things I wanted to do to her. The way she just looked so carefree shaking her hips to the beat, laughing every so often was turning me on. I could tell she was wasted but she was having a good time. The song changed and the group got even more hype, it was my time to interrupt their little dance party or was it. Why do I always overthink everything, why does she make me so nervous; I am usually so good with girls besides her. My thoughts were broken out of my trance when I felt a person next to me. I looked over and saw Jake next to me.

“You know it’s creepy to stare”

“Shut up, Jake”

“You should go dance with her my brother, She is longing for someone to dance with”

“Jake seriously”

“Josh nobody shakes their hips like that if they don’t want someone to dance with them”

“You sure?”

“Look she likes you, bro, if you don’t go dance with her I will.” My head snapped in the direction on my brother who was just smirking, I knew he wasn’t kidding. This was all I needed to hear, I made my way over to the group. Ronnie was the first to see me she pulled me into a warm hug, I then hugged the rest of the group. We started dancing, I saw Jake come back with two drink he handed one to y/n and shot me a wink. He moved to the other side of the group. I locked eye with y/n and she was already looking at me. I took her free hand in mine and spun her around, she stopped herself before making a full spin. She then wrapped my arm around her waist and started to grind on me, I was trying to remain cool, calm, and collected but she took her hand up and wrapped it around my neck. It was clear to me she was really buzzed, my face was as red as a tomato. I looked at Jake who had a smirk on his face, as he mouthed “I told you so” I shook my head leaning down to whisper in her ear “I missed you so much y/n” she took her head and turned it towards my ear “I missed you too, Joshy. Have I ever told you how handsome you are?”

“No beautiful, Have I ever told you what you do to me?” I questioned her

“No Josh, enlighten me” she said turning around facing me not missing a beat. She started to nibble my ear and kiss down my jaw. My eye grew wide before I knew it she was kissing me on the mouth, I kissed her back passionately before I realized how drunk she was. I pulled back she looked at me with hurt in her eyes “Doll we can’t do this, you are really drunk” She let go of me before I could grab her arm she was running away from the dance floor. Ronnie looked at me upset & mad

“What did you want me to do Ron make-out with her while she’s extremely intoxicated” Ronnie nodded understanding where I was coming from as she went to go find her best friend. I followed closely behind, we found y/n against a wall outside with a scraped knee, she was crying. Ronnie looked at me and told me to do something. Without thinking I sat next to her and pulled her into a hug rubbing her back, she looked at me with sad eyes

“Hey y/n, sorry I’m a dickhead. I just didn’t want to take advantage of you. We can make-out tomorrow when you're sober”

“I’m such an idiot Josh I thought you liked me, but you don’t, now I ruined everything” she cried putting her head deep in my chest. I looked at Ronnie “Ron, can you go get some water, and tell everyone we should head home” Ronnie nodded turning around.

“Hey Doll, you ruined nothing. The feelings you have are mutual, your just drunk. How about we have this conversation tomorrow. Will you take deep breaths for me and try to calm down” she nodded “Will you sing to me that always calms me down when I’m having an anxiety attack” she spoke softly, “Of course doll, anything for you.” I started lightly singing until she stopped crying and started to softly snore. I just smile to myself, this was going to make it a lot easier to tell her how I feel.

[hortascountrysidenotes]

Swallow, Bat and Brimstone

Last night in the clear dusk we could see the first bat flitting about the perimeter of the roof and this morning with a strong southerly wind, we saw the first swallow, and a brimstone butterfly.  The swallow circled about the house for about an hour - much as it did last year - a male judging by the length of tail feathers and since then we have not spotted it, but I would hope it was ours and will duly take up residence this evening.  

Whilst doing a fairly major change at the top of the garden we spotted the first brimstone - no doubt just come out of the ivy where it loves to overwinter.  We have cut down, as far as is possible without a chain saw, the Viburnum rhytidophyllum - not one of my favourites, at the time of planting a useful evergreen to help give protection from the north wind, but now rather superfluous - not only preventing the Cornus mas from spreading on both sides evenly, but also becoming a visual thug.  It was sitting in the space needed to make the opening into the wood - the purchase of which had to go on hold with the advent of the BUG but which will hopefully still progress when the panic settles. I now have approximately 4 metres to sow with grass seed as soon as we get some rain - typical we are now desperate!  We are promised a little and I only need a little, just to dampen the fine tilth I have prepared in two places and the seed can go on.

We are listening to warblers arriving in numbers - I watched a dear little chiff chaff on my early walk this morning and blackcaps are everywhere.  Insect life is taking off and today the bees are going ballistic - actually they are too busy and have given the dogs a couple of stings each - they are always very grumpy when its so windy so tend to pick on anything moving near their hives.  Mavis has taken refuge inside and is very nervous - pray to goodness she does not get like Hobby!

We continue with this strange way of life - enjoying certain aspects of it - the quiet, the undoubted good it is doing the natural world, but wondering where it will all lead and whether these draconian measures will continue for much after the end of this month.  It is frustrating that garden centres have closed and could not have been run along the same lines as supermarkets - not only the waste of plants, but the difficulty getting garden staples when we have the time to garden is annoying!  I have managed due to having a trade account to get 40 bags of compost coming from Dalesfoot but not every one is in that fortunate position.

Nonetheless, things are moving albeit slowly from the endless frosty nights and very cold dry days.  Temperatures have soared today, but the damage is done and a lot of things especially roses have all the young growth blackened from frosts that should have come in January and February.  We have also had visits from a Muntjac and Roe who have managed to nibble some of the roses as well!  Bin Liners and old CDs are festooned around the garden which seems to do the trick.

The broad beans are ready to be planted out - Tuesday after the rain I think and the sweet peas have had their tops pinched out.  Tomato seedlings are coming through strongly - Rosette, Moneymaker and the strange ones Mr Horta brought back from Ireland two years ago - now his annual mission is to prepare the seed for the following year and he’s getting very good at it!  Luckily the trailing blue Lobelia are looking amazing - never grown them before so good to have done it in a year when it will be hard to get bedding plants if this goes on. Also the Verbena Obsession have suddenly germinated so I hope my containers will look good!

Tulips are nearly out in the pots - some lovely white ones already in flower amongst the Brunnera - a lovely combination.  The wallflowers are flowering so there is colour and the blackthorn looks stunning with these wonderful blue skies.  All the dahlias are in - sticks to mark them and watered - so now the only gaps are for some Echinacea still waiting till they are a bit stronger as they are so easily ravaged by snails, and then ultimately the Cosmos and Nicotiana.  I did manage after queueing for 10 mins on line to get some more Cosmos seed from Suttons as I have three clients now wanting some - Fothergills, Chiltern Seeds and Sarah Raven are all shut for the moment for new orders.

Three types of lettuce are in seed trays and now that at last the nights are about to be warmer I will sow some carrots, spinach and beetroot outside.  

A week for some more dog training I think - the dogs are very well exercised each day so long as present measures continue but if we are confined even more we shall have to do a lot of training in the garden to tire Mavis out mentally!  

We live through interesting times - it certainly will be fascinating to see how many things if any change for good - local shopping and supply - less international travel - less importing so much from China and going back to making things here - the speed at which we can get projects underway if we cut out red tape - ventilators and masks being an example - railways being nationalised again for good - people continuing to work from home perhaps two or three days a week - public health improvements and working internationally on this front - important to keep notes I think to look back upon in the months to come.

HORTA

[jaeminmoonlight]

—Comfort; na jaemin

genre: pure fluff

pairing: jaemin x reader.

words: 1.0k

summary: Studying is exhausting but when Jaemin helps you study everything seems less tiring and more enjoyable.

A/n: I really hope you guys enjoy this fluff since it’s my first one is not the best, I’m also sorry if my grammar is not the best, english is not my native language.

It was one of those days where it was only you, your couch, your notes in hand and a lot to learn. Exams had started and you had to study of course but you were to lazy to keep going. You were almost finished you only needed to study three more pages and you were all settled. When your boyfriend called and asked you what you were doing, he volunteered to help you finish studying. Jaemin was that type of boyfriend that was always there to help you and would give all his free time just to make you feel better, he was your comfort when you were stressed or when you had a bad day and you appreciated him for that.

Jaemin was a great student, he always had the highest grades. His grades higher than yours. He was that one kid that always got more than A- (90-92%). But you, you always got more than B+ (87-89%). Your boyfriend sometimes made you feel so dumb yourself but he always tried to help if you needed it and you did.

Soon enough your boyfriend arrived and sat on the couch, you sitting in front of him on the floor, your papers on the small table that was in front of you. As you finished with one of the pages you soon became bored and Jaemin noticed how you distracted yourself, the way how you nibbled the pen eyes everywhere else but the papers.

“Y/n...study~” he cooed as he grabbed the pen from your hand.

You snapped out of your weird thoughts of what will happen if the earth was actually a triangle.

“Jaemin! Give it back!” You tried grabbing the blue pen but he was taller than you so that didn’t work.

“Shh...if you finish studying the next page I’ll reward you” he winked. You already knew what was that so called ‘reward’ he was talking about.

“Oh really~” you teased.

“Mhm” he shrugged giving you the pen back.

“It will be more of a reward for you though” you continued, raising your eyebrow.

“Just study, you don’t even know what’s the reward” he chuckled.

-

“Done!” You smirked as you finished studying the next page leaving only one page more.

“That was fast, there’s no way you already studied that” he said surprised.

“Then if you don’t mind I’ll ask you questions?” He teased, you just rolled your eyes in response. You were fast at remembering things and it helped with school that’s something jaemin doesn’t have. You’re really good at remembering stuff but he is slower.

“What is an ATP molecule made up of?” He smirked looking down at you as you looked up.

“Adenine, ribose and three phosphate groups”

He asked a few more questions and stared at you smiling.

“Wow you’re really smart y/n, you really deserve a reward” he chuckled.

“Stop teasing” you slapped his arm softly and you couldn’t help but smile back at his cute brown eyes and radiant smile.

He leaned closer to your face and proceeded to kiss your cheek softly.

“That’s your reward” he said pulling away enough to still look at your face, you knew he was waiting for a response when his eyes met yours.

“Its that all?” You pouted underwhelmed. He chuckled and kissed you softly, the kiss was gentle and tender his lips moving slowly moving with yours in a steady rhythm, Jaemin pulled away still close to your face. His breath hitting your now wet lips.

“Better?” You nodded your mind still clouded and cheeks red as tomatoes, smiling like an idiot you turned around and started studying the rest.

You’ve never shared a kiss like that with Jaemin, it was always pecks and kissed on the cheek never more than that and sometimes he’ll kiss your neck, shoulders or hand. Ignoring your thoughts you cleared your thoughts as you had to focus on your work, if you didn’t then there would be no reward.

When you finished studying you looked up at your boyfriend and pursed your lips at him signaling him for him to reward you again.

He just chuckled and when you thought he was leaning in for a kiss, he was just looking for the notes behind you. Your frowned.

“I studied” You pouted looking up at him with big eyes.

“Just want to make sure, since you liked your reward so much you might have actually just skipped something” You whined resting your head on his lap.

It was like this until Jaemin decided he would reward you when he finished asking you about all the questions of the whole chemistry guide. You weren’t surprised, you knew he wanted you to do good in your final year on high school specially, in this subject: chemistry.

-

When you both finished it was already past midnight, both of you were tired. You fell asleep on Jaemin’s lap in the middle of him asking you another boring question. You were tired, you’ve been studying the entire day since you woke up. Jaemin decided to carry you to your room. The house was empty since your parents weren’t there, they were on a business trip. That’s why you decided to break your moms rules ‘no boyfriends past midnight’ she wasn’t here to nag you or kick him out.

Jaemin gently placed you on your bed and you flustered your eyes open.

“My reward” you tiredly lifted your head up looking at him with a smirk.

“Right.” He chuckled and pecked your lips softly, but you pulled him by his hoodie and pulled him for another peck.

And then another.

Another.

And.

Another.

“Please stay the night” You pouted cutely knowing he couldn’t say no at that, he hesitated before answering.

“Okay” he smiled and laid next to you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your shoulder softly.

“You’re such a comfort, thank you” you whispered lowly as your eyes lids started to feel heavy.

“Goodnight, Princess” And with that you closed your eyes falling asleep in your boyfriends arms into a deep slumber.

btw. you passed the exam and got an A.

[lunartrashbin]

Drake X Female Reader (Plushies)

Remember that drawing of Drake with the plush? That was for this.

Also this came from my Wattpad in case you wanna know. And it a bit oldish soooo... Yeah.. Hope you like it :P

Feel free to give criticism as long as it's not rood™

Warning: Fluffly adorkable dino ahead(?)

Alsooriginallythoughtof @crapitskizaru whenwritingthisatfirstcuziknowshelovethedinosotagginghercuzwhynot

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People always say, "Calm down," or shit like, "Be more chill," or some other shit. And honestly? I feel like I'm perfectly fine and I'm always chill... Not. I can "be chill", but cross the line and test my patience and I might kill a bitch or two. Like always, only a few people get spared. Examples my parents obviously, my friends most of the time, people who are somehow surprisingly barrable, Law, Robin, etc, aaaaaand him.

No not that shit from PPG, sorry not sorry, but Mr. Shy Dino Boi.

Diez Drake.

Why is he shy? Two- three, four??? words. Women. And their bodies. Why he dino? Cuz I'm preeeetty sure he has an infatuation with them. Not like I'm jealous, or... anything...

So yeah, basically, I like mister I fall to the ground and have these random friggin hearts around me for some reason because I saw a girl's almost naked body. Trust me, it has happened.

Even to me.

But they were all accidents, he claims. In his first year, I think Zoro may have possibly possessed him in an unknown way cause somehow he ended up lost on the way tO THE MOTHERFUCKING MALE LOCKER ROOM. ITS NOT EVEN CONFUSING!!!!!!!! Yeaaaaah, he's still claimed to be a pervert for that. Just a few people. Not many, but just a small handful. Even though I'm pretty sure he only saw Nami. . . Lucky bitch... probably. Toootally not jealous. Totally.

As for me, since I get put in the friend zone, apparently he came to my house unannounced once, eventhoughapperentlyhesentamessage, and I juST HAPPENED TO BE CHANGING. Think someone said he had a nosebleed. Might have been my fault for not checking my phone. But it's not my fault he texted me the one time I don't have my phone on me.

Anyways, while I have been to his house/room before, and yes it's filled with Jurassic Park/World posters, today just takes the cake.

Because never before, have I seen that dino plush before. Yes, I know what I said. A DINO PLUSH.

And I just spirited away and died on the inside from the cuteness. Thank god he left for the restroom when I saw it on his bed. Cause I swear I'm pretty sure I squealed a bit. Luckily it was quiet, but iF HE WERE IN THE ROOM. HE WOULD QUESTION THE FUCK CAME FROM ME AND JUST STARE WITH THE CUTEST FUCKING FACE THAT ALWAYS QUESTIONS ME WHEN I DO WEIRD SHIT. And I'm pretty sure that's 95% of the time, most of them internal. The other 5% is filled if me questioning him, which, isn't alot... Oh god, hope he doesn't hate me when I do weird shit.

After dying from fangirling, which is a lot, I then slowly got curious as to who got it for him. Maybe even jealous. Or not. You readers will never know.

I mean- what.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he came back. "What took you so long?" I ask only to then see cookies in his hands.

"... Nevermind, you're excused. Now gimme the cookies ples."

He just gave me a small chuckle that melted my heart and handed me some yummy cookies, moving to sit on the edge of his bed.

I was at his desk, backwards on the chair while I nibbled on the (favorite flavor) cookie in silence. Sadly, I didn't notice his blush to the way I ate.

It was quiet for awhile until he cleared his throat to speak, and scratched the back of his neck, which I actually saw this time. Adorable.

"I-I hope you like them. I actually, made them myself." He muttered loud enough for me to hear. He had a small  but noticeable blush while averting his gaze and instead to the floor. I swear, it took everything NOT to just whip out my phone, take a picture,and set it as my wallpaper. So instead, I just died on the inside from his constant cuteness.

I hummed a little happy tune to signal I enjoyed them, but really, I just wanted to rant how amazing he and the cookies were.

Honestly, it didn't surprise me much since I already knew he lived alone. His mom was dead, and he had moved away from his abusive father, who I may or may not want to strangle if I ever met him. Luckily for his so called father, I haven't met him. Yet. Not sure if I wanna meet the asshole who made my crush suffer as a child.

After I finished my cookie, don't know how many I already ate, I spoke up.

"You know, I'm not really surprised, but what does surprise me is that it taste fucking amazing! ... Sorry, jsut saying." The adorable shy bastard chuckled again, even though he wasn't exactly fond of my cursing. But seriously, how many times is he gonna chuckle at my misfortunate life.

I grabbed another cookie while he grabbed the light green dinosaur plush and made his way over to me. Once next the the seat I was at, he started to lightly attack me with the plush, holding out the little arms to attack me. I'm pretty sure I was gonna die of a heart attack today.

"Noooo," I playfully yelped. "Not da cookies~" And we both lightly giggled. But his was more of a chuckle.

I went to lean back while shielding myself, but life decided to be a bitch and I went in to fall on the floor.

I'm not sure why, but I flapped my arms around like a lunatic for an unknown reason. My body probably thought it would help. But when I thought I was sure my head was gonna hurt like hell from the fall, my left arm gripped onto the arm of the chair.

Thankfully the impact never came. Somehow. . .

I open one of my previously shut eyes to see Drake looking a bit scared, a small roll of sweat currently rolling down his face. His hand had grabbed mine as his other hand went to grab my left pulling me up. Apparently he dropped the dinosaur plush on me, probably not wanting to drop the the lil cutie on the floor... Drake's still cuter. I took his hand and he pulled me upwards, bringing our faces closer.

We were both blushing messes by the time we pulled away and I had clinged to the dinosaur plush.

My eyes darted around the room, becAUSE I SWEAR I HEARD A GROWL SOMEWHERE.

"You should really be more careful (Y/n)." The worried yet flustered male spoke up as my eyes landed on him. When I sorta stared while he spoke, I could've sworn his blush grew a bit. God that's adorable.

"Don't worry I'm fine..." I mumbled clinging a bit more onto the plush T-Rex.

I turned around and set my feet on the floor to avoid that again when Drake suddenly picked me up. I turned my head to him as he set me on the bed and pried the plush from me, setting it near the pillows. When he did that, he laid his head on my chest and hugged me. I think my face was as hot as the sun by now.

"(Y-Y/n)?" God, his stutter, will be the death of me. I know he already stuttered earlier, but my God he's just too cute.

I hummed again in response because I'm pretty sure my throat was dry from the cuteness.

"I-I know this might be awkward for us, but I-I just want to let you know that I-I think I l-like you... I-it's fine if you don't like me back, but I just, wanted to let you know." He mumbled into my chest, his grip tightening around my waist.

What's hotter than the sun? Because that would describe my face perfectly right now. I'm pretty sure he felt my heart beat sooooo fuck it. I hugged him back and looked to see his face. He was just an adorable little tomato right now.

"(Y-Y-n)-"

"Shhhhh. Just, be quiet right now."

He lifted himself up closer to eye level, us still a red mess, but smiling.

"Just for the record, I like you too." My smile widened. "Also, you're adorable." His eyes widened as I brought myself closer and dozed off into my dreams.

[cryinggameff]

Sixty Eight

Randi

Cayden was gone for work all week, and I was struggling being without him. He called several times a day to check in or just talk but it wasn’t the same. Being away from him was almost physically painful right now. It’s like the baby actually knew he was gone and made me feel this pull towards him.

The only thing keeping me going was that he had promised to take me away once he got back. He had been saying for several weeks that he was gonna bring me to Jamaica because I was all he could think about while He was there last. Until then I was just focusing on work and hanging with my friends. My mom was staying at the house currently because Cay called her behind my back and told her I needed her help while he was gone.

“Have some breakfast,” she said, pushing the plate to me.

“I’m not ready to eat yet, I’ll just have some juice.”

“You need some real calories, hows the baby supposed to grow?” She said. I looked down at my small bump, taking in what she said.

“Maybe just a little bit,” I mumbled, sitting at a chair. She made me a plate with way too much excitement and brought it to me. I started nibbling away and she watched my eat. It was just like Cayden was here.

“So when’s your next appointment?” She asked.

“When Cayden gets back. It was supposed to be a bit ago because I’m over three months but I kept putting it off,” I moved aside the eggs that were looking very off putting for some reason.

“Are you gonna find out the gender?”

“I don’t know yet. I kind of want it to be a surprise,” I shrugged. She shook her head.

“Then how am I supposed to start shopping!?” She looked at me like I was crazy. I laughed.

“You can by it when he gets here,” I offered.

���So you think it’s a boy?” She said. My brows came together.

“I have no idea.”

“You said he,” she smiled. I blushed. It was just a habit, honestly I didn’t really think about it that much. I was just focused on getting the baby out safe and sound and surviving the pregnancy myself. A boy would be cute though, and a lot of fun for Cay. But so would a little girl, and I could really see Cay spoiling her.

“Maybe I’ll find out,” I said. I looked at my watch. “I have to go to my appointment now. You can go home mom, I’ll be fine here,” I got up from the chair.

“Go ahead. I’ll clean up. Are you sure honey?”

“I’m sure. I’ll call you if I need anything. I’m not gonna be here until later tonight anyways,” I pointed out.

“Okay then. I’ll head out soon, I’ll have my cell, I can be here in 5 minutes,” she smiled.

“Okay. Bye mom, I love you,” I grabbed my things and prepared to leave before she could make me late.

When I got to Dr. Williams office, the secretary was on the phone and typing away on her computer she looked so flustered. I wondered why it was so busy. I had to sit and wait until she got off the phone.

"So sorry to keep you waiting dear. All appointments for today are cancelled. Mrs. Williams went into labour this morning," she said.

"Oh! Wow, how exciting," i said, imagining the day i would be in that position.

"Yeah, she was getting ancy, she was a week over due already. How far along are you?"She looked at my bump with a smile.

"4 months. I still got a while to go," i ran my hand over my small bump.

"It will go quickly from here, dont worry," she said. That sounded comforting and frightening.

"Im sure it will," i said simply.

"She left a message for you by the way," she said, turning to her computer. I wasn't surprised, Dr. Williams was a family friend by this point and she would feel bad about cancelling one of our appointments. "She says she emailed you the hospital shes at with visiting hours and that you're welcome to come see the baby."

"I hadn't checked my email," i said, pulling out my phone. I checked my mail and sure enough there was an email from her. "Thank you for letting me know. Ill give her a call. Thank you," i said.

"No problem hun. Did you want to see someone else?" she asked. "Dr. Hillinger is in today."

"No thats fine. Thanks though. Have a good day," I said, grabbing my phone off the counter. I left the office and went back to my car. I debated whether or not to go back home but decided i might as well go to the salon. I didn't really wanna be home alone anyways.

Cole

Ty was staying with me for the last few days and we had been having a good time, i loved having him around. Honestly, i got really lonely being here on my own. I didnt have him, i didn't have Randi or any of my other friends. I didn't wanna tell him that though. That day we were going to go watch a basketball game, id gotten the tickets a while ago because i knew it was a game he wanted to see.

"Yo, lets go man," i yelled at him from the door of my apartment. He was fixing his hair in the mirror in the bathroom. For a dude who was supposed to be all tough and shit he cared a lot about his appearance, especially his waves. He finally came out and i opened the door to leave.

We had to wait to get into the arena because the line was crazy.

"I told you we should have left earlier," i said.

"Chill, we'll get in soon," he said squeezing my hand which was in his.

"Man whatever," i mumbled, looking around at all the people. That's when i saw the people beside us, an older couple. They were looking at us like we had horns growing from our head or something. I scoffed and Trey turned to look at what i was staring at. This wasn't my first run in with openly homophobic people, hell i'd had things thrown at me by strangers before. But i doubted Trey had experienced this before and i wasn't sure what he would do or feel. I would have understood  if he dropped my hand or back away, but he pulled me closer to him and said,

"Can we help you?" to the man and lady. They looked shocked and both of them went as red as tomatoes before turning away. I smirked and looked at Trey. It was a confidence booster seeing him stick up for us like that, that he didn't deny me when it would have been easier.

"What?" he asked when i continued to look a him.

"Nothing," i said, but the truth was in that moment i realised i was dead ass in love with Trey, like i could really see myself spending the rest of my life with the nigga, and that terrified me. I let go of his hand and put my hands in my pockets. He looked a bit confused but didn't say anything.

The game was good and all and we had a fun watching but the day just went left after that incident. I knew it was me, i was acting off and he noticed. We barely talked on the way back to my apartment. When we got there he just packed his things because he was leaving that night.

"Well, i guess imma head out then, i gotta get home," he said, closing the duffle bag that was on the bed.

"I'll walk you to your car," i said, getting up from the bed.

At his car we paused and awkwardly kissed, then he got inside and that was that. I knew i shouldn't have left it like that but i was feeling overwhelmed, id never felt like this before, honestly never thought i would. The scariest part was i didn't know if Ty loved me back. I decided to go for a run instead of staying in my place so i could clear my head.

Ty

I had just gotten back in to town when my phone rang. I picked it up because it was likely work.

"Yo," i said.

"ey, its me," Cayden said.

"Was good my nigga? How that deal going?" I pulled up at the light and put my phone on speaker.

"Niggas aint have my money yet, im giving them one more day, after that i'm bout to bounce," he was moving stuff around in the back.

"Why you even give them another day?" I chuckled. "You getting soft my nigga,"

"Man, it aint even like that. I know dude."

"Aight, bet. What you need?" I asked, wondering why he was calling me.

"Go see Randi for me," he said. I should have guessed.

"Aight, but you know theres already niggas there watching your place right?"

"It aint that, i need someone to check if she need anything. That reminds me, pull up with food. Ice cream, saltine crackers, that's what she be craving," he said. Damn, i thought, this pregnancy thing sounded like a trip. Cayden was happy as hell though, and i was happy for him. I was pretty excited to be an uncle too.

"Man she be having you be her servant and shit huh?"

"You have no idea," he mumbled.

"Lucky i like your wife, i'll go."

"Good looking out," he said. "And yo, don't be having no smart mouth, she be all emotional and stuff cause of the baby."

"Ill be good," i promised with a smirk.

"Cool. I gotta go, catch you later."

"Bet," i said, then hung up. Well there went my plans to go home and crash.

It was around 9pm when i got all the stuff and pulled up to the house. I rang the doorbell and waited for a minute. She opened the door after a minute.

"Ty?" she said, surprised.

"Hey nugget," i smiled, walking in past her. She closed the door and followed as i walked to the kitchen. "Are you home alone? What happened to your friends?"

"I sent them home," she said with a shrug. "I was getting annoyed of having people fussing over me."

"Thats fair," i said, putting the bag from the store down. "Well your nigga sent me, made me get you shit too."

She opened the bag and pulled out the ice cream, crackers and some other stuff id gotten. She smiled which then quickly faded.

"What?" i said.

"Nothing," she said, all teary eyed and lip quivering. Well fuck. I stood there confused and not sure what to do. Maybe eating will help, i thought. So i went to the drawer and got a spoon. I handed it to her hesitantly. She opened the ice cream and started to eat it. She continued to cry while eating it. Wow Cayden had been right, but i aint even say nothing.

"I saw Cole today," I blurted. That was one thing i knew made her happy. That was her nigga. "He asked about you."

"How is he?" She asked around some ice cream.

"He's good," i nodded, "we went to a basketball game."

"Thats cute."

"It was until he started acting weird," i mumbled. She wiped her tears and sat down on the stool.

"What happened?" she asked. I barely even knew.

"Well i told some people off in line that were looking at us, then he got all quiet. But i don't know why he'd be mad that i stuck up for us," i shrugged.

"Did you ask him?" she said, passing me a spoon. I dug my spoon in and started eating too.

"Nah. I was lowkey mad that he was being pissy after i drove all the way there to see the nigga. He be confusing me. Dating girls was easier," i sucked my teeth. Randi laughed. I grinned, it was way better to see her laughing than crying.

"If its hard that means its the real thing. Just let him know you love him and move on," she suggested. My brows came together.

"We don't really be doing all that," i said simply.

"You clearly love him Ty. Why can't you say that?" She asked. I shrugged.

"Men," she rolled her eyes.

We ate more food for a while until it got really late.

"You should go to bed, doesn't the baby need sleep or something?" i asked seriously. She died laughing.

"I am tired though, ill probably go up," she looked at her phone for the time. "You can stay if you want."

"Thanks but i gotta head home, i gotta go do something later tonight," i said, getting up and stretching. She walked me over towards the door. "Hit me up if you need anything."

"I will," she said, leaning up to kiss me on the cheek. "Be careful tonight," she said, giving me a mom look. I nodded and stepped out. I got int my car and finally went to my house.

Randi

The next morning i woke up early to go to the florist. I wanted a nice bouquet because i was going to see Dr. Williams for a little bit in the hospital. My mom was coming along because they were friends, i was glad to have the company.

"Those are really nice," i said to a bouquet she was holding.

"I think so to. Lets get a toy or something for the baby," she suggested. I walked over the where there were cards and stuffed animals. There was a really cute giraffe staring at me, and i picked it up. It had these huge eyes and was so soft.

"You used to have a giraffe, one of your first toys, that thing was so dirty but you loved it," My mom said from behind me. I smiled. I could imagine me as a baby playing with this little guy.

"I like this one," i said.

"Ok, we can do the flowers and that," she said. I shook my head.

"Its not for her," I said. "Im getting it for myself."

"Ok," she said confused, but picked up another toy. "ill go pay."

I smiled and went to go pay for the giraffe. This was the first thing id ever buy for my baby, i hoped he or she would like it.

"Thank you for coming by Randi," Dr. Williams smiled big. She was holding a little pink bundle in her arms.

"Of course. Im so happy for you. She's beautiful," i said.

"You'll be holding your own soon. Want to practice?" She asked, moving the bundle towards me. I was nervous for some reason. Not like i hadn't held babies before, but id never held one while i was several months pregnant myself. I hesitated but she practically shoved the baby into my arms. I held the baby in my arms and looked down at her, heart racing. To my surprise she was alert, eyes fixed on me. God, those eyes. Id never seen such pure love, and innocence, trusting anyone and everyone. For a second i saw a little version of my own eyes looking up at me and my breath caught in my chest. But i blinked and it was gone.

When i got back home i went up to my room to lay down. Cayden face timed me shortly after and he asked me what id done all day. I told him id gone shopping and saw Dr. Williams.

"I got something today, for the baby," i said, blushing. He smirked.

"Lets see it," he said. I lifted up the giraffe to the screen.

"His name is George," i said. He chuckled and i giggled.

"I love it," he said. I paused for a moment.

"She let me hold her baby today," i said, looking down at the toy. "She was beautiful Cayden."

"I bet she was," he said.

"Yeah, but for a second...i didnt see her...I saw our baby," i whispered. I was surprised he even heard me. He cheesed and i laughed a little. I probably sounded insane.

"What did he or she look like?" he asked.

"It was a boy," i said, pausing to think back to the moment "really small, but fat cheeks, curly hair like yours," i smiled, getting a little emotional. It was joy though, not sadness. "your mouth, but the eyes, where like looking at myself."

"Damn, he sound like a good looking nigga," Cay said. I nodded.

"He was," i murmured, running a hand over my belly. "I cant wait to meet him."

"I know, me too," he said.

We talked a little bit more then said i love you and goodbye. I wished he was here to hug me right now, but he wasn't, so i got into bed with the little giraffe and put it on his side of the bed.

"There," i smirked. I turned the light off and went to sleep.

[seobangchan-blog]

Night Flights

Ship: Renmin

Stuck at the airport overnight AU thing 

Genre: Fluff (ik, ya angsty boi’s first ever fluff wowow)

Word Count: 1.662k (lmao this was supposed to be short but I got carried away)

“We’re deeply sorry but your flight has been cancelled and rescheduled for tomorrow morning at 9am.”

It was 11pm. His original flight was supposed to departure half an hour ago. Jaemin had to stay 10 hours at an airport. Alone. His phone was already running low on battery and he had packed his charger in his suitcase that is now somewhere out of his reach. He sighed as he scanned his surroundings for somewhere to chill and most likely sleep during the night. He found a bench slightly hidden in a corner, it was a metal with a black leather-cushion on top.

“Hey. I’m at the airport right now because I’m visiting my grandparents that live across the country. Here’s the funny thing, they cancelled my flight so I’m stuck for ten hours.” Jaemin typed the message and sent it to one of his best internet friends. The other boy’s username was Moominsoftie. He didn’t know his real name because he always referred to him as Softie. Jaemin had never seen his face but he had a lowkey crush on him because of his humor and unintentional flirting from time to time.

The tired Jaemin didn’t notice the boy who sat on the row of seats furthest away from him. Renjun had noticed Jaemin however, and he wanted to approach the ginger but he didn’t want to invade his privacy. He was stuck overnight as well but his flight left at 8am. His phone signaled a message right when he saw the ginger put his phone down. It was from Nana, an internet friend of his.

“What, for real? I’m also stuck in an airport overnight right now. Stupid storm.” He replied.

The brunette went back to observing the ginger, in a very subtle, curious way and not a creepy, rape way. Renjun noticed how the boy on the bench picked up his phone when he had just sent a message to Nana but didn’t think much of it. Renjun watched the ginger type and then stop. When the boy stopped typing, Renjun’s phone dinged.

Wait.

“That’s a rare ass coincidence. That’s so cool! Stormy here too, I hate it.” Was Jaemin’s message.

“Oof. I know how much you hate storms. I would come to protecc if I could lol” Renjun replied quick and payed attention to the ginger a few meters away from him. Growing suspicious as his movements fit oddly well with the timing of the messages. The boy smiled at the message he received and replied instantly.

“omg stop it”

“never. SoftieNa will sail someday.” Renjun cringed at the way he mixed their usernames. He had no idea why he brought the subtle flirt even further, they had showed no signs off this much affection earlier. He liked it though, it almost gave him confidence when the other would get flustered over his witty messages.

Jaemin felt his cheeks heat up and he couldn’t stop smiling. He slapped his face a couple of times as he thought no one could see him. He fiddled with the string of his hoodie and somehow, he ended up nibbling on it, as a nervous habit.

Renjun chuckled at the stranger. Finding his movements way too cute for his own good.

That’s weird. He’s stuck in an airport at the same time as me. That boy over there happens to check his phone and type in tact with Nana sending messages to me. Wait. No. That would be crazy. It can’t be Nana, right? … Right?

Renjun grew nervous when the thought struck him. Could such a coincidence actually happen?

“Nana.” He stressed too much to type it all in one message. All he got in return was a question-mark. “I think we’re at the same airport.”

Jaemin almost screeched out loud when he read the message. How could MoominSoftie be here? Didn’t he live far away? Now that Jaemin thinks about it, he had never asked the boy where he lived.

“Why do you think that?”

“Because I think I can see you.”

“Creep. You’re lying.” Jaemin was in denial. He must be joking. There was no way.

“Look up. Do you see someone at the row of chairs in front of you?”

Jaemin did as the message said. He looked up at the chairs, in the last row sat a boy. He shot up from his seat but stood still.

No. This couldn’t be real.

He watched as the brunette on the chair got up, took out his earbuds and stuffed his phone in his pocket. He had the biggest and prettiest smile that Jaemin had ever seen. He walked to the side of the chairs.

The brunette opened his arms and started sprinting right towards him. Jaemin was in too much shock to piece together what was happening in the moment. The boy clashed into him with a big thump, it almost echoed through the tall roof of the airport. Jaemin could swear his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. When he finally collected himself he wrapped his arms around the brunette. Their figures fitting in each others grasp.

“Is it— Is it really you?” Jaemin stumbled over his words as excitement took over.

“Yes. It is me. And wow, it is really you.” The brunette stepped back, looked him up and down and up again, meeting his eyes.

Jaemin smiled bright as he jumped into a stance with fingerguns. He was being stupid to hide his embarrassment. Renjun was so pretty and he swore if he stared at him for too long he would fall in love and turn in to a tomato.

Renjun laughed at his behavior. “So we’re stuck here for like, 11 hours together. What do we do?”  They walked over to Jaemin’s bench and sat down on it, enjoying the heat the other person gave off as the airport was chilly.

“That’s a very good question, and I have no answer for it.”

The conversation got cut off by a white light, like the flash of a camera. Followed by a terrible roar, as if the sky was falling apart.

Jaemin squealed and jumped. Hugging his legs to his body. Renjun giggled at his reaction.

“Aw. You are really scared of storms.” Renjun teased.

He was met with a soft punch to the shoulder.

“Idiot. Yes, I am. You turned my fear into a smooth way to flirt with me instead of taking it seriously.” Jaemin spilt. He didn’t know why he brought that up again. He regretted it in an instant. He buried his face in his knees in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.

Renjun tried to hide a smile to himself as he gripped the blushing boy’s legs and dragged them across his own, wrapping his arms around the other’s shaking frame. “I’m sorry. I will do what I said, protect.”

Jaemin calmed down and leaned his head against the brunette’s shoulder. He was blushing even harder now so he did not dare to look up. “Wait. What’s your real name?”

“Renjun.”

“Ooh, that’s pretty. It suits you. I’m Jaemin.” Jaemin mumbled against Renjun’s hoodie.

Renjun tightened his grip around Jaemins body. He placed a soft kiss in his hair.

Jaemin finally looked up, only to be met with eyes that were already staring down on him.

“You’re really pretty, Renjun.” He blurted without thinking. He lifted his hand to facepalm himself.

Renjun caught Jaemin’s hand in his own and intertwined their fingers. “Speak for yourself. You’re both really hot and super cute at the same time.” He smirked.

Jaemin hit his chest as a response.

 Time went by fast. A lady came up to them and asked if they wanted pillows and blankets if they were going to sleep, which they accepted at once.

They thought storm had calmed so it could be safe to sleep but as the two boys laid across from each other, bundled up in their own blankets, the thunder roared loose once again. Jaemin screamed and hid under his blanket. Renjun wriggled closer to him and tried to take the blanket away from his face. He was eventually successful when Jaemin gave up trying to fight it.

“I hate storms. So. Much!”

Renjun just smiled a shy, crooked smile before wriggling even closer and taking Jaemins blanket to put over himself.

“I’m here, Nana.” He swung an arm over Jaemin and pulled him closer, putting them in a cuddle position. Their noses brushed together and both their faces turned a crimson red. He drew comforting circles on Jaemin’s back and felt him relax under his touch.

Jaemin closed his eyes as he was tired and more than ready to go to sleep on the cold floor. Renjun kissed his forehead and his nose before Jaemin got the time to react. He slowly opened his eyes and regretted it instantly, closing them at once. Renjun’s gaze was so strong it felt intimidating.

“You’re so damn cute. If someone told me that the boy I’ve been chatting with for two years and subtly, maybe not so subtly had a crush on the last year would be so good looking in real life I would’ve punched them because that only happens in stories.” His voice tired, a low whisper.

“Renjun, you fit your name too much. Softie.” Jaemin’s attempt at a smartass comment backfired as his smirk got caught between another pair of lips. He melted into the soft feeling and kissed back.

“What if I am a Softie? It doesn’t look like you mind it much.” Renjun said and pecked the corner of his mouth.

The pair kissed and cuddled lazily until they both fell asleep.

Never in a million years had any of them thought that the other would like them back or that they would meet at all. They were both unexplainably happy as they weren’t stuck in an endless loop of cringy pickup lines in the form of puns over an instant message app.

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Lust Knows No Limits

Pairing: SeungcheolxReader Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 3K+ Synopsis: Your rather obvious swooning over the school’s heartthrob and bad boy Choi Seungcheol made him realize his feelings for you. But unfortunately, you were oblivious to them, so one day he snapped and couldn’t control his lust anymore…

The look in his eyes could have melted ice. His intense stare let every girl in the entire school drool over him. Not to mention his pretty, long eyelashes that encircled his eyes and sparked a mischievous twinkle in his stare. His lips looked velvety smooth, pink and absolutely kissable. You wondered how many girls already had the honour to meet them. But that wasn’t all, his features were overall manly, yet soft at the same time, concluding with his fluffy and slightly messy, black hair, it was only natural that he was the school’s heartthrob. Each morning he’d drive into the school’s parking lot with his pitch black motorcycle. The safety helmet was the cause of his ever-lasting messy hair, which made him look even more desirable. Dressed in a black leather jacket over a plain white tee, black ripped jeans and ankle boots, he wasn’t only the school’s heartthrob but also the school’s number one bad boy. Or that was at least what he appeared to be. Everyone respected him since he looked like he could kill someone with a few punches, his black belt in taekwondo definitely attributing to the respect he was receiving. Little did everyone know that he was actually a softie beneath his bad boy attire but of course, he couldn’t show this side of him to the public, he had a reputation to uphold after all. You didn’t like admitting it, but he had you smitten over him.

“His brown eyes clear, his cheerful smile. If only he could notice me,” you swooned a few minutes after he had passed you in the hallway, seemingly oblivious to your staring at him. “Geez, calm yourself, girl,” Seungkwan, your best friend, groaned. “you behave as if he could get you pregnant with his stare alone.” You snorted. “With his appearance I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually could,” you giggled back at Seungkwan, who gave you a questioning look with one of his eyebrows raised. “What?” you complained. “Nothing, nothing, love,” he waved aside, patting your shoulder in a rather pitiful manner.

Later that day in class you found yourself staring at Seungcheol’s side profile, totally zoning out and forgetting that you should pay attention during class…or at least pretend to do so. You on the other hand did the opposite and obviously stared at him, so that your teacher didn’t take long to catch onto your little reverie about Choi Seungcheol. “Miss Y/L/N, would you mind paying a little more attention to my lesson and a little less to dreamingly staring at Mr. Choi?” The whole class broke out into a fit of laughter and giggles, leaving you amidst them, basically as red as a tomato. Blushing feverishly, you lowered your gaze onto your lap and felt ashamed. It wasn’t a secret that girls were usually into Seungcheol, but having your teacher call you out on that was a whole different story. As you dared looking up again, you directly stared into the eyes of none other than Choi Seungcheol himself. He waited for you to notice him and as you did, he gave you a cheeky grin and then turned around again, facing the other direction.

This had basically been your everyday life in high school. Staring at Seungcheol, while trying not to get caught and dwelling in your daydreams about riding white horses along the beach with him at sunset. Granted, that wasn’t the most exciting life a person could live, but as long as you could stare at him from afar without causing any more troubles than on that day, you were fine with it.

The next day had been oddly warm for a common spring day, so you decided to dress up in a low-cut belly top underneath your jacket, with a high-waisted skirt and see-through stockings, topping it off with some heeled ankle boots. You’d usually go for a more casual look, however today you felt a tad bit daring. Blame it on the spring fever.

As you walked into the school building you definitely noticed more eyes on you than usual. However, you tried not to get self-conscious and insecure about it. Today, you just wanted to embrace yourself and feel good in your own body, these things happened way too rarely and you knew, you had to work on your self-esteem and your self-love. Strutting down the hallways, you listened to your favourite song through your earphones, gently moving your head from side to side to the beat. Completely lost in the moment and your music, you missed Seungcheol’s eyes following you interestingly down the hall. He seemed to have been affected by your appearance, taking in a deep breath after you’ve passed and trying to keep his composure. Someday, he’ll snap, he thought to himself…

You had always been the type of person that was oblivious to someone liking you. A person had to practically scream their confession into your face, so that you’d have realized that they liked you. Needless to say, you wouldn’t have realized a guy, even Seungcheol, lying his eyes on you.

And so, the days, even weeks, passed without you noticing Seungcheol’s glances. You would have never thought that someone as popular and overall…well, perfect like him would even spare a glance at you. But Seungkwan noticed, oh, that he did. He always tried to tell you, yet you never believed him, thinking he only wanted to cheer you up.

Why did you even have to end up crushing on the school’s heartthrob in the first place? You didn’t want to appear like the basic girl who’s only into popular and handsome guys. You couldn’t describe it but something about Seungcheol felt off, not in a bad way, though. It was as if you could see right through him and catch onto his bad boy shenanigans. Not to claim that he wasn’t a bad boy at all but you just knew that there was another side to him, a much softer one, that seemed to fit his true personality more. And that was what made you so interested in him. You wanted to get to know the real him, you wanted to see the person behind the beautiful smile that could break hearts and the sparkling eyes that had ice melting within seconds, you wanted to find out who Choi Seungcheol really was.

“Seungkwan, I swear I’m going crazy,” you groaned, “can’t you just make this stupid crush of mine go away?”

With you pouting at him, he smiled apologetically at you. “I would if I could, love.”

Seungkwan was always there for you when you had needed mental support. You had known each other for god knows how long, him seeing a little sister in you that he had to protect. You really loved him, in a platonic way. You knew Seungkwan only wanted the best for you and you appreciated it a lot that he didn’t feel like making fun of you when you were in another love crisis because of Seungcheol. He was always sweet, caring, and the best friend you could have ever imagined.

“But I really mean it,” you continued, “it’s like deep in my thoughts, I can see him approaching.”

Seungkwan gave you a strange look and tried to say something when you cut him off. “It’s so weird…am I already dreaming of Prince Charming in the form of Choi Seungcheol appearing in front of me, walking straight up to me and then asking me to be his girlfriend?”

This time Seungkwan put a finger on your lips to shush you. “uhm, y/n, you’re not dreaming this…he’s actually walking right up to you", then he turned you around and gave you a little push. “There. See for yourself.”

And what he had just said turned out to be the truth. There he was, Choi Seungcheol in all his glory, the usual black ripped jeans, a blue and black striped sweater with a wide cut neckline, so that it exposed his collarbones, and black vans, walking straight up to you and halting right about a foot in front of you.

The room went silent around the two of you, it seemed like you could only take him in and everything else vanished around you. Your focus was solely on him and the way he looked at you with his famous intense stare but this time, he was also licking his lips. This was new. His tongue swept out over his bottom lip, wetting it and leaving it glistening, so that they looked even more tasteful and inviting than just a second ago. Oh sweet baby Jesus, what was this man doing to you? But before you could fall deeper into your daydreams about Seungcheol and his deadly gorgeous lips, he grabbed your hand rather urgently and rushed you through the hallways and into an empty classroom, locking the door after the two of you had entered.

Not even a blink later, he had you pushed against the door, the proximity between the both of you making you feel his breath ghost over your cheek. “You,” he lowly stated. “I’m fed up with your little games.”

You stared at him in confusion, not really understanding what he was hinting at. Cutting off the space between the two of you even more, he whispered gently into your ear. “Haven’t you noticed the looks I’ve always sent your way?”

“You always dress so well and it makes my mind go places, darling,” he whispered and then nibbled softly on your earlobe after finishing his sentence. Your breath hitched in your throat and you didn’t know what to say in return, suddenly at a loss for words.

“It’s okay baby girl, I know you want me, too,” he hummed lowly against your skin, while kissing a trail down your neck. You let it happen and couldn’t believe that your dreams were becoming a reality in that given moment.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, baby girl,” he said in a husky voice. “Your body already gives me the answer, but I want to hear it out of your pretty mouth, tell me, do you want me too?”

Without needing to think about it, you replied with a rushed “yes,“ and slammed your lips onto his. He latched onto yours as if it was the only thing to keep him alive. Trapped in between the door and his body, you couldn’t do much more as pressing yourself even further into him, feeling every fibre of his being so close to you that it almost made you choke on air.

He deepened the kiss and let his hands roam all over your body. The passion in his movements spurred you on and you pressed yourself into his touches. Grabbing your boobs, he gently massaged them through your blouse while still toying with your mouth. Slowly but determinedly, he unbuttoned your black silk blouse, pushing it down your arms and ridding you off the garment. Back on your body with his hands, you could actually feel his fingertips sliding over your bare skin, starting at your neck, over your collarbones and shoulders, down your chest and wrapping themselves around your waist eventually. He pressed himself into you, and you brought your hands up to his hair to tug on them lightly.

Feeling a sudden stream of confidence washing over you, you pushed him back and guided him to sit onto the nearest desk. Without further ado you guided your lips to his neck to lick and suck on his soft skin. Sliding your hands downwards, you continued until you found the hem of his sweater, slowly pushing the material up and over his head. Your lips attached themselves to his skin again, this time sucking lightly on his collarbone. Your hands rested in his lap and you could feel the prominent arousal inside his pants, so you made sure to teasingly rub over the material with your hands, earning a groan out of him.

“Yes, baby girl, that feels good,” he sighed. The sounds he made caused a pool forming itself inside your panties.

While you were busy marking his skin with tiny love bites, he got his hands on the waistband of your skirt and made sure to strip you out of it. The material pooled around your ankles but before he could go any further, you lowered yourself onto your knees, so that you were at eye level with his crotch. Glancing up at him with big, innocent eyes while biting your lip, you rid him off his jeans and he assisted you in sliding them down his legs. Now leaving him in his boxers, you could see the very prominent outline of his member, strained against the soft cotton of his underwear. He looked down at you expectantly and licked his lips in anticipation.

“C'mon, suck me off like the good girl you are,” he said, voice laced thickly with lust. You didn’t hesitate to do as he ordered and glided your hands up his muscular thighs, appreciating how the muscles tensed under your touch. When you finally reached the area he’d been waiting to get touched by you, he let out a low moan and threw his head back. “Yes, just like that” he sighed.

Hastily, you freed his member from his boxers and started to pump him a few times, spreading the pre-cum over his length, using it as lubrication. You could feel him harden a bit more from your touch, then you brought your mouth up to his member and licked a stripe all up from his base to the tip, eliciting another moan out of him. Your tongue swirled and swivelled around his tip a little until you took him in fully and started to bob your head up and down on his length, taking in as much as you could fit. “Fuck, yes. Don’t stop baby girl,” he groaned. Every once in a while, you halted at his tip, to pay some extra attention to his most sensitive area. Sucking on his tip expertly, you looked up at him and locked eyes with him. He stared into your eyes with a fever and determination you couldn’t quite comprehend. His breath came out husky and ragged through his mouth, sometimes accompanied by a sensual growl or a low moan. His hand found itself tangled in your hair, gently guiding you up and down on him, controlling your pace. He bit his lip at the sight of you right in front of him and had to hold back his nearing orgasm.

In a sudden motion, he pulled you up, his member leaving your mouth with a noticeable ‘plop’. “You’re amazing baby girl, but right now I need to be inside you.”

He gently kissed the spot beneath your earlobe. “Be a good girl and turn around for me,” he whispered. As you did so, he instantly grabbed your ass and ripped off your panties after delivering a hard slap onto it. He just stood still for a moment, admiring the view you were giving him, soothingly rubbing over the place he had just slapped seconds ago. “So beautiful,” he muttered to himself before he bent down to search for a condom in his discarded pants on the floor.

Rolling it over his length, he wasted no time in positioning himself right at your entrance, pumping himself a few more times. “Are you ready to take my dick, baby girl?” he asked. As soon as you nodded, he pushed inside slowly, relishing in the warmth and tightness of your walls around him.

“Ah, you’re so tight baby,” he moaned. Fastening his pace inside of you made you scream out in ecstasy, moaning his name loudly.

“Moan my name again, baby, it sounds so hot rolling off of your tongue,” he growled, totally out of breath. You did as he demanded and screamed out his name in the sweetest fucked out voice every time he hit your sensitive spot.

His thrusts got sharper and faster, signalling you that he was nearing his high. You could feel the orgasm slowly approaching within you as well. A tight knot was forming in your lower abdomen, making you almost lose your sanity. Seungcheol grabbed around your body and found your clit with his one hand, starting to rub gentle circles on it. With his other hand he was holding your hips to control his thrusts better and steady himself behind you. As he continued rubbing your clit, he rolled it in between two of his fingers, making you feel the high approaching way faster than it had been before. Completely focusing on what was happening at that moment, you relished in the blissful feelings of his dick pounding into you and hitting your g-spot from all the right angles and his skilled fingers rubbing you into unconsciousness. The knot in your abdomen tightened even more and finally exploded, creating a wave of intense emotions that flushed through your whole body. You screamed out his name repeatedly as you came shivering and hard, your walls tightening and clenching rhythmically around his member. Breathing deeply, you slowly calmed down from your orgasm when you felt Seungcheol’s hips jerking in and out of you sloppily, signifying that he’s about to reach his peak as well. Throwing him over the edge with a last swirl of your hips, he moaned out your name while he released inside the condom, soon after he collapsed on top of you.

“Seungcheol,” you huffed, “you’re heavy.”

Blushing faintly and breathing shallowly, he apologized and placed himself next to you. After a few minutes of just lying there, calming down and getting your heartbeat to a normal rate again, he took your hand in his and gave your knuckles a quick kiss.

“Normally it’s the other way around but can I take you out on a date?” he asked, staring into your eyes lovingly.

“Nothing rather than that,” you replied, kissing him softly. Sometimes letting sheer lust take over wasn’t so bad after all.