#i don't even know why i just couldn't get myself to finish writing it babe

[heeliopheelia]

Who in your opinion is mtl rough in bed from enha hyung line? 👀

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SUNGHOON now listen i know this might come off as controversial but bear with me babes. i'm an avid believer that this man is simply uncapable of going easy on his s/o. there's nothing else that gets him going as much fucking you dumb until the only thing left on your mind is his name. and there goes my hard dom hoon agenda again – like the shut up you slut and take whatever i give you kinda hard dom. heavy on degrading, spanking, overstimulating you... pls i am so normal about him

HEESEUNG i know that a lot of yall portray him as a sub but i just can't go behind this agenda I'M SORRY I MAY BE BIASED 😔 anyway, i think that hee is an absolute menace once you get him horny (which is not that hard, let's not lie to ourselves). he'd be HEAVILY into degrading too, especially if his s/o is more on the submissive side. loves to recieve oral more than to give one especially when you choke oh so prettily on his cock

JAKE he just loves you sm – he's a service dom imo and he would do absolutely everything and anything that you ask of him. i think that this man is def the kinkiest one out of all the guys in here but he wouldn't just drown you in every new idea he gets, he would rather take it slow, one by one yk? baby just loves to please you and make you feel the best as you possibly can, so not even a year in your relationship and i'm pretty sure he would've tried absoluetely EVERYTHING on you by then <33

JAY oh he's absolutely a dom too, don't get me wrong, i just feel like he literally WORSHIPS you and woud prefer to make love to you rather than to just fuck you like some whore (but if you're into that then he'll do the best he can, take my word on that 😚). i'm not saying he's vanilla, i just think he wouldn't be as rough with you. jay just knows what he's doing and he's confident and secure with his abilites in bed, so he wouldn't have to go all feral on you to make you feel completely satisfied

LEAST

[lucy90712]

Could you write something for Jude. Maybe you guys gets into a fight and you’re surrounded by his family all day. They seem to notice the tension but doesn’t say anything but at some point or after a comment from him you break down and leave to be alone in your room. Leaving everyone shocked and surprised by the situation since you guys are very private. Maybe it could be during Christmas or a holiday?! Anyways if you want to. Thank

"Babe did you get the ice cream to go with the brownies?" Jude asked 

"No I didn't know we needed some it wasn't on the list I only got all the stuff on the list" I said 

"I thought you'd know we needed ice cream" he said

"I'm not psychic Jude we need so much stuff for tonight I spent all afternoon yesterday making a list of what we needed and I told you to put anything I missed on it" I said 

"Well I'm busy I don't have time to be checking a stupid shopping list" Jude said starting to get angry 

"I'm busy too you know" I commented 

"Yeah right all you do is stay here all day" Jude laughed mockingly 

"While I'm here I do all of the things you should be doing I clean I cook I take you wherever you need to go as you still can't drive and I'm doing that course to make my degree useful so I can get a job I don't just do nothing all day and you know it Jude" I said 

I didn't even let him respond I just walked away to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. Jude invited his family over for dinner as they are all in Madrid this week so it's my job to get everything and cook it all. I quite like cooking but it feels like Jude is expecting me to be able to do it all and now I don't really want to do it but I will for his family as they don't need to be involved in our fight. Jude tried to come and help me but only after everything was all done so I just walked straight past him to go and get ready as I'm still covered in flour and other things. He tried to follow me but I closed the bathroom door and locked it so he couldn't get in as I just didn't want to talk to him right now. What he said really hurt me because I don't like him implying I do nothing all day when he knows that's not true. He might want to apologise but knowing Jude it will just end up in us arguing more and when his family is coming over soon we can't be in the middle of a big fight. 

Once I got myself ready I couldn't find Jude so I just got on with finishing dinner until his family arrived and he suddenly appeared to let them in. I put on a smile as I greeted them all before heading back to the kitchen to plate up dinner for everyone I heard Denise ask Jude if I needed any help to which he said no even though he didn't ask and couldn't see that I was juggling three pans. I know for a fact that he knew I could hear him and was just trying to annoy me further and he managed just that the rage was building back up but I'm trying so hard to let it slide. Jude and I should really talk and not try and get to each other with these small digs but now isn't the time with his family here and as long as we don't kill each other we'll be fine. 

As soon as I started bringing out the first plates Denise got up and helped me which helped me feel better as she's just always the sweetest and I realised I don't want to hurt that relationship by arguing with Jude in front of her and the rest of his family. Like always Jude sat next to me at the table but he wouldn't look at me and he didn't have one of his hands on my thigh like he usually would. Every time we accidentally touched Jude would move further away from me and I had to try so hard not to cry at that because it made me wonder if this is the beginning of the end and if he really hates me now.

"Are you two ok?" Denise asked 

"We're fine it's just been a busy day" I lied 

"Are you sure?" Mark asked 

"Yeah bro why do you look so mad?" Jobe asked 

"Because my girlfriend is annoying" Jude said under his breath but everyone heard him 

That comment was it for me I couldn't hold in my feelings anymore and the tears started to fall so I got up from my seat without saying anything as I just needed to get out of there. I thought about leaving the house altogether but I didn't instead I went upstairs to my office space and locked myself in there. 

Jude's POV

"What was that all about son?" My dad asked me 

"Nothing" I mumbled back 

"Well it's not nothing if y/n has just run off crying and you don't say things like that about your girlfriend" my mum scolded me 

"We had a bit of a fight earlier it's nothing" I said 

"What exactly happened y/n isn't one to get overly emotional so I don't think she'd be crying over a small fight" my mum said 

"Y/n went to get everything for tonight but she didn't get ice cream as it wasn't on the list and she blamed me for not putting it on there even though I'm busy and she got mad when I said she's always home" I ranted 

"So you called her lazy pretty much" Jobe commented 

"No I didn't" I said 

"I really thought we raised you better son you didn't do your part and I'm sure y/n asked you and you've blamed her and then insulted her when in reality you don't know what she does when you're not here" my dad said 

"You should go and talk to her and apologise you might not think you've done much wrong but you've hurt her feelings and in a healthy relationship you should be able to realise that and apologise" my mum said 

"And y/n's a great girl you won't find someone else like her easily" Jobe said seriously 

"Take some time to think then go and talk to her we will leave you two to talk and please tell y/n that we haven't left because of her" my mum said 

True to her word they all got up and left leaving me sat at the dining table alone with my thoughts. I know they are right I've messed up not only is what I said not true and I know it but it hurt y/n way more than I meant for it to. I was mad and said something stupid which I've done before when we've argued because we aren't perfect we do argue but I've never made her cry. Knowing I'm the one that's made her cry made me feel awful seeing her cry over other things is always horrible but being the one to make her cry makes me feel like a horrible person. I have to apologise and I know that but I need to find the right words to say to make this better and not worse. 

Your POV

I sat not even in my desk chair I just sat on the floor leaning against the wall facing another wall with framed photos of me and my friends and family as well as some with Jude that were only put up a few days ago. I still love him there's no way I couldn't but what he said made me wonder what he thinks of me I thought he loved me too but maybe now we live together I'm just a burden to him. Maybe I just need to leave for a few days or a few weeks and get my life together so that I'm not so much of a bother or if that's really what Jude thinks maybe we just won't work out. That thought really hurts as we've been together for nearly 4 years now and for that to just go down the drain over what started as a stupid little argument would haunt me. Just as my thoughts were spiralling someone tried to open the door but as it was locked they couldn't get in. 

"Y/n please unlock the door so we can talk" Jude said through the door 

I did as he asked and unlocked the door from the floor and watched him as he came in and sat across from me on the floor. He tried to reach out and grab my hand but I pulled it away as I want to know he's not still mad or going to break up with me before I let him hold my hand. I couldn't read his expression which isn't normal usually I can read Jude like a book but his expression isn't one I've seen before and I don't know what it means. 

"I'm sorry I'm really sorry I shouldn't have said that you do nothing all day I know that's not true and I shouldn't have made that comment in front of my family that was completely unnecessary they left so we can talk but they wanted you to know they don't hate you and didn't leave because of you they just want us to be able to talk" he explained 

 "I'm sorry too I shouldn't have run off like that I just didn't want to cry in front of everyone and I couldn't stop myself from crying" I said 

"You don't need to be sorry this is my fault I should've listened to you and looked at the list and I shouldn't have got mad at you for not reading my mind and it was stupid of me to let my anger take over and say things I don't mean" he apologised 

"I'm trying I promise it's just things have been tough moving here away from all my family and friends hasn't been easy and the fact that I couldn't just come here and get a job hasn't helped either I feel useless so to hear you say I do nothing all day just hurts" I said 

"Oh babe I didn't realise you'd be struggling so much you know you can talk to me about anything and if it feels like too much you can tell me and I can try and help" he said 

"But you're never here I can't talk to you when you aren't here that's the problem I'm all alone and I have nothing to do I'm trying to find anything to keep me occupied I mean last week I got a ladder out and cleaned the windows I just need a purpose" I said 

"We can fix this why don't you come to my training sessions a few days a week that way you can get out the house and maybe I can ask the guys to get you in contact with their partners so you can start to make some friends and I'll help you all I can to get your course done so you can get a job well do this together I promise" He said 

"Thank you Jude that means a lot I should've told you how I felt before now but I just didn't want to be a burden you have a lot going on you didn't need more on your plate especially silly problems like me having no friends" I said 

"You will never be a burden and none of your problems are stupid but just remember I will always be a friend if you need me to be and so will my family so you are never alone" he said 

There was nothing more to say so I let myself move into Jude's embrace and he just held me whispering apologies in my ear until I kissed him to shut him up. He kissed me a couple times before picking me up and carrying me to our bedroom where he left me for a few minutes to go and get some of the brownies I made and they even had ice cream with them which he said he ordered before he came upstairs to talk to me. That little gesture albeit silly really made me smile as it shows he does listen to me and he does care about me. 

[captainsophiestark]

Take A Break

Javi Rivera x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Twisters

Summary: As part of Kate's original crew of tornado-tamers, you're as much of a workaholic as she is. Thankfully, Javi's around to help pull his girlfriend out of her notes when she really needs a break.

Word Count: 1,123

Category: Fluff, Humor, kind of angst just because of what happens to the original crew, but you can easily pretend that doesn't happen in the timeline of this fic :)

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Hey, enough work for tonight. Come join the party with the rest of us."

I smiled to myself as I made a few last notes off the computer screen. I knew Jeb was mostly talking to Kate, but I also knew that if I stayed here and tried to keep working after he managed to get Kate to take a break, my boyfriend wouldn't be far behind to literally drag me away from my notes.

I scribbled down a few last things as Jeb herded Kate away to the campfire, then started the process of shutting down my computer. Just as the last program finished closing, two arms wrapped tightly around my waist and picked me up, pulling me away from my work at the back of the truck.

"Javi!" I squealed, laughing as he slung me over one shoulder and started heading for the campfire.

"Yeah babe?"

"I was about to head over!"

"Oh yeah, I've heard that one before. Sorry, I know you too well. I know how fast another minute can turn into another hour. I care about this project as much as you do, but you need to take a break."

I sighed, rolling my eyes even though Javi couldn't see me. Even so, I couldn't totally hold back a smile.

"You know, Jeb just came and threw an arm around Kate."

"That's because Jeb lacks commitment," Javi responded as we neared the fire with the rest of our friends. He made sure to speak loudly enough that Jeb could hear him, too. "And because Kate's easier to convince than you are."

I scoffed, but the impact was lessened as Javi flopped into one of the chairs around the fire, pulling me around to sit in his lap in one smooth move. I shook my head and grinned up at him once we landed.

"You don't want your own chair?"

"My girl's had her head in her work, completely ignoring me for hours. No, I don't want my own chair."

I laughed, snuggling in closer to Javi and resting my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around me, and I smiled to see the rest of our friends settled comfortably around the fire, too.

"Glad you could finally join us!" called Praveen, Addy grinning beside him. I grinned right back.

"Don't act like I'm the only workaholic in this group," I said, fake-scowling as I curled closer into Javi's side. "You're all just as bad as I am. That's why we're friends."

"Alright, I resent the implicaiton that I don't know how to have a healthy work-life balance," said Javi, drawling his words a little as he held up his hands on either side of me to help illustrate his point. "I know how to have fun and how to work my ass off with Dorothy."

I twisted in Javi's lap to look up at him with a frown.

"Is it a healthy work-life balance to go way too hard on work and fun?"

He just looked down at me with a grin, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling back with the same roguish smile.

"Hell yeah it is."

I just laughed and shook my head, leaning back on his shoulder as he tigthened his arms around me.

"Alright, whatever you say. I guess that's what college is for anyway, even if it's grad school."

"We're making memories. We have to have something to say when we're being interviewed for our incredible scientific breakthrough. Some good memories for the memoir."

"He's right," Jeb chimed in, leaning back and stretching his arm out across Kate's chair. "Most people won't want to hear that we spent every hour of every day in the lab. They want to know the people behind the science."

"I don't think any of the journals we want to publish in are going to care about who we are outside of the lab," Kate countered, flopping back against Jeb. "Or the people reading our grant proposals."

"Still works for the long-term headlines," Addy chimed in. "'Brilliant scientists tame the tornado, protecting the home where they spent countless nights together'."

"I think that's a little long," mused Kate.

"It makes it sound like we were all sleeping with each other or something," I added.

"Yeah, that's just the two sets of lovebirds over there," Praveen added.

Kate and Jeb smiled, Kate tucking her head into Jeb's shoulder, and I shot Praveen a wink before leaning up to give Javi a quick kiss. Praveen and Addy liked to make a big show of covering their eyes and shouting at any sign of PDA, but we knew it was all in good fun. They loved the four of us, both separately and as couples, even if they'd both developed strong ten minute comedy sets on the fact that they weren't dating each other or anyone else in our little group.

"Alright, enough of this," Kate said, leaning forward and raising an eyebrow. "I came over here with the promise of s'mores. So where are they?"

"Javi packed them," said Jeb, nodding in our direction. Javi shifted under me, settling further into the chair and wrapping his arms a little tighter around me.

"They're in the back of the van, but somebody else is gonna have to get them. I'm settled in here, and if I don't keep an eye on this one, she might just run right back to her computers."

Most of our friends rolled their eyes, but even so, Addy stood up.

"Lucky for both of you, I want s'mores enough that I'm willing to get up and take one for the team."

"Thank you, Addy," we chorused. She just waved us off with a smile. I waited until she passed Javi and I and got all the way to the truck, then leaned up to whisper in my boyfriend's ear.

"You absolutely know I wouldn't choose computers over s'mores. Probably ever."

"Of course I know," Javi said, leaning down to whisper in my ear with a smile, nuzzling into the crook of my shoulder. "But I'm enjoying sitting with you like this. We're too comfortable to be getting up for s'mores when we have friends that'll take care of that for us."

I laughed, nodding and resting my forehead against his.

"You're right. Genius decision."

"I know."

We shared a smile, one of Javi's hands gently squeezing my thigh as I leaned in to give him another quick kiss. Sitting by the fire with him, surrounded by all our friends, was my absolute favorite happy place. It made all the work and risk and long nights spent huddled over calculations and theories worth it, to be able to do it with Javi and the rest of our crew.

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[wexhappyxfew]

Hi! I love your Silver Bullets girls, and Carrie x Douglass has a special place in my heart (even more since your last writing with them). So, for them I'd like to ask 35. (kissing their bruises and scars) from the Touch prompt list or 5. (the last thing they're thinking about before falling asleep is always the other) from the Subtle love list. 💗

HI FRIEND!!!! thank you so much for sending this and i am so so glad carrie and dougie have meant a lot, alongside the Silver Bullets girls (it seriously means SO MUCH and i always say it but its true!!!) THANK YOU FOR THE OPTIONS TOO!!!! i couldn't help myself and went with the second prompt (5) and decided to focus on some of their earlier meetings with one another and how they've developed into the people today. let's just say, i had a lot of fun! thank you SO MUCH!!!!! :D this was so much fun! <3 (and sorry for the wait for this....the semester was its usual chaos haha!)

greenland

(a/n): safe to say, for my carrie x dougie enjoyers, this was FUN to write. we get a bit into life before the annie bradshaw era of silver bullets! WITH captain birdie faulkner. BUT, because i am a sucker for someone who haunts the narrative and is simply talked about, we don't actually meet birdie here, just hear about her as a leader and all (a running theme!). we also get a bit into the storyline of what dougie means when he said he wanted to ask carrie to 'dance in greenland in THIS PIECE. and also carrie's dislike for greenland lmfao. please enjoy!!! <3

Greenland was anything but green, it seemed.

Maybe that's why the Vikings called it that - to freak the living fuck out of any sort of enemy that was bound to come this way and make them mistake what was actually a stupid ice block for well - 'green land'.

The landing had been less that superb and Captain Faulkner had dismissed them all to the bar to the left of the tarmac for the rest of the evening off.

Birdie Faulkner was everything, including a realist, and she seemed to understand that the rather harrowing conditions of their landing was something that required at least a drink or two before bedding down for the night.

With a half-finished beer, Carrie was sure that she could've fallen asleep in that very chair for the time being, but she had to present herself a best she could. With the newest B-17 group collected, Silver Bullets was formulated and crafted by that oh-so-brilliant mind of Birdie Faulkner, and they all had her to thank. And Carrie had to look a bit more put-together than usual - prove she's not just a wash-out bombardier with lackluster experience. That she deserved the spot in Silver Bullets more than anyone else.

"So?" a voice came from her right, settling into the other plush, leather seat at her side, the smiling face of Bessie Carlisle appearing as she popped open her own beer bottle, "Greenland, huh?" Carrie smirked and rolled her shoulders and glanced around.

"It's cozy, really," Carrie offered, "I'm considering taking a swim in the river, suntanning-"

"Okay, smart ass," Bessie said with a chuckle, her boot nudging her own foot, "can't say I'm complaining. Finally out of those training cycles, working towards the war. Maybe, we'll actually put ourselves to use instead of waiting just to go on a practice run." Carrie watched Bessie and then smiled widely.

"Love it so much that I may tell my future husband that 'Hey, we're moving to Greenland!', pack up the truck, babe, forget Brooklyn, home is where the grass is a solid as a fucking rock," Carrie said, sipping her beer, "not to mention the weather. I love to freeze."

"Someone's happy." a new voice chimed in, as Francis settled into a chair opposite them, sucking down a portion of her beer and grinning, "I've never seen you so enthusiastic about something." Carrie deadpanned.

"I'm really jumping for joy over here, Monty." Carrie told Francis, raising her glass of beer up in mock ceremony, "You know me so well." Francis and Bessie burst out into laughter as Carrie leaned back in her chair with a sigh and looked towards the ceiling.

"When the hell are we going to England?" Carrie asked, counting the flecks of rotting wood in the wooden ceiling, her eyes tracing the pieces that stuck out of the ceiling panels before losing her spot and recounting, "If I could just get another beer started, I'd be ready by tonight to head out. No pit-stops for me, I'm just fine with a beer stop and then jetting off to England and calling it a day."

"I wish I had the same energy towards that, Bergie, I really do," Bessie said, "afraid to say I'd ask for a few hours of sleep thought over that."

"Sleeps overrated half the time!" Carrie admonished still staring up at the ceiling, "How you gonna get a thing done when sleep's-"

"Exactly what you need." Carrie blinked a few times and into focus above her head came James Douglass - fellow bombardier, with whom Bessie had introduced on one of Carrie's first days after her transfer on base.

Carrie remembered first time seeing him coming towards them, with that carpet on his face he called a mustache, a sharp smirk, a rather loud, somewhat obnoxious voice, a quick hand-shaking, before he was wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pointing out to various areas along the base like they'd been friends for years - something that had caught her completely off guard. And ever since then, with their few chance meetings, they'd been nothing but a trifle of teasing jabs and somewhat good-natured fun.

Key word: somewhat.

Because she could never actually read James Douglass unlike Benny DeMarco or Hambone Hamilton who were just about as sweet to her as her grandma's hotcakes. He'd see her and beeline, make a few jokes, flirt shamelessly, and then go dance with the next girl who'd take his hand. He was quite the character and Carrie usually didn't engage in much conversation past when he'd come to seek her out.

Except now, he was hung above her like a hyperactive golden retriever, like the dog, Kering, that had lived down the street from the Achterberg's in Brooklyn all her life. Running out of the Wilkes house anytime the door opened, barking and sniffing and tearing around the neighborhood like a lunatic. Yeah, Kering the golden retriever who looked like he was a lunatic reminded her exactly of James Douglass.

Nice to know home was never far.

"What are you trying to say, huh?" Carrie asked, still slouching in the chair and staring up at him hovering over her. Douglass grinned at her, showing off his pearly whites and that charming look on his face and he let out a chuckle.

"You know, a little sleep never hurt a soul. Only reason we're even alive," Douglass said, reaching forward to rub her shoulder, "makes the brain happy or some shit. Makes people less….cranky."

"You calling me cranky, now?"

"Cranky. Now that's just one of many words-"

"Oh, you little-"

"Alright!" Bessie said standing and shoving Douglass pack from where he currently was occupying Carrie's headspace, "Nice to know some things never change." Carrie glanced at her as she sat up and Bessie raised a brow with a smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Douglass said from behind Carrie, before he moved around her chair and took the other open seat in the grouping of four, and kicking back to relax. Carrie watched Bessie before looking at Francis, who was rather interested in her cup of beer, before glancing at Douglass, who was already looking at her.

"What?" she murmured, before he made a face and she rolled her eyes.

"How was the flight over, Douglass? Invigorating?" Bessie asked Douglass, with a smile - leave it to Bessie to be sweet as cream on any given occasion.

"You woulda thought Greenland would be, well, fucking green-"

"That's what I said!" Carrie butted in, getting looks from the other three, before settling on Douglass who was watching her, with a mixture of interest and annoyance, but she couldn't seem to decipher the two and sank back in her chair, "Greenland's cold as fuck, not some East Coast paradise I'll give ya that." She heard Douglass chuckle at that as Carrie took in more sips of beer.

"With the way we were flying in, I wasn't even sure we were gonna make it at first, I'll tell you that," Douglass said, "you sit in that nose and you swear to God that you'll smash right into the tarmac. Good ole Ev Blakely don't let that sorta stuff happen though."

"Yeah, a real crap shoot." Carrie muttered, "Thought Birdie was gonna bring us in sideways." Douglass raised a brow as he sipped his beer.

"Guess you can say they lied about the fucking weather, too," Douglass offered, "really nice place here. Could barely move my fingers and toes when I actually stood up fully." Bessie let out a chuckle and started sipping her beer again as Carrie narrowed her eyes at her.

"Hey, they're putting on some music to dance, y'all wanna come?" Judy Rybinski's joyfully said as she appeared behind Francis, "C'mon Bessie, I know that look anywhere, you wanna!"

"You know me too well, Jude," Bessie said, getting to her feet and finishing off her beer.

"I'm coming with! No shot I'm missing a chance at good music and good company." Francis said getting to her feet, "The company part may be a stretch-"

"Oh c'mon!" Judy said, taking Francis' hand before looking at Carrie and Douglass unmoved in their chairs, "You two coming?"

"I'm going to continue working on these beers, Jude, but I appreciate it," Carrie said, "Greenland's officially fucked me up." Judy let out a chuckle.

"You enjoy that then, Bergie," Judy said before looking at Douglass, "Dougie?" Carrie glanced sideways at Douglass who sat quietly, before glancing over at Carrie and then Judy again.

"Maybe next time," he said with a nod, "I promise you a dance, got it?"

"Sounds good! Don't have too much fun!" Judy called before she disappeared and some Artie Shaw began playing over the speakers.

"Good to know we have one thing in common, Bergie." Carrie slowly looked over at Douglass, that annoying nickname rolling off his lips like it had before, "We both hate Greenland." And he grinned at her and couldn't help but smirk back.

"First off, don't call me that. Second, you might be right about that," Carrie said, sipping her beer again, "you know that it's called Greenland because of the Vikings?" Douglass let out a chuckle and shook his head.

"Nah, you're fucking with me," he said, "the Vikings? The guys with the horns on their heads?"

"I'm not kidding," Carrie said sitting up and fully meeting his gaze for the first time since he had hung overtop her, "I swear to you, they did it. Tricking their enemies. For the sake of how much can they fuck a person in the head." Douglass watched her for a moment, before letting out a laugh and sipping his beer again, before smirking.

"Maybe they were just being smart," Douglass countered, "before they knew that it was just one sheet of ice for miles on end. Then they realized what a shitty name Greenland was." Carrie stared at him for a moment, before smiling slightly, unable to hold back her grin.

"You really know how to get under my skin, don't ya?"

"Guess you could say I know what makes you tick."

"Oh so now you suddenly know everything about me, huh?" Carrie said, leaning over to give his shoulder a playful shove, "Well, go on, what's my favorite color?" She watched him and noticed him glance at her lips - surprisingly - before moving back to her eyes.

"I don't know….blue probably." Carrie watched him and stilled for a moment.

"Uh….yeah, actually." she said quickly, and forced down the way her cheeks flamed (and for what she didn't know), "Alright, well, where do I come from?"

"Brooklyn." Douglass said, laughing at the look on her face, "Look, sweetheart, that New York accent ain't just a voice with Southern twang. I know if I was walking down the streets, and I heard your voice, it'd be you."

"God, what the hell." murmured Carrie as Douglass chuckled, "You won't get this - school subject." Douglass looked at her and then smirked before leaning forward.

"Something with math, right?" he asked her confidently, "You don't just get interested in this sorta shit without having some interest there." Carrie watched him and tilted her head.

"Are you mind-fucking me or something?" she asked him, "How the hell-"

"Just good at reading people I guess." Douglass said with a smirk, "Contrary to popular belief, Bergie, I usually know what I'm talking about. There's a reason I'm a bombardier and not just some journalist or something." She watched him and licked her lips.

"Is that why you joined?" she asked him, "The Air Force? Flying in B-17s?" Douglass glanced at her and nodded.

"Had to join the fight somehow, couldn't just sit back and let the fucking Nazis think they could walk all over us," Douglass said, finishing his beer, "that sorta stuff just don't fly around here. Well, except us. We fly." The two burst out into laughter, before they both died down and looked to one another. For a moment, they were quiet regarding one another with somewhat hesitant gazes as Carrie finished off her beer.

"Well, I'm gonna head-"

"Did you wanna-"

They both watched each other, before breaking out into laughter and righting themselves.

"You go." Douglass said.

"I was gonna head out. Get some rest. Pretty tired." she said quickly, her heart racing as she smiled at him with a nod, "You?" Douglass stared at her and for the first time, she saw the sudden shyness in his gaze as he glanced away from her and then back.

"Just…was gonna get another drink, but you head out, get some rest," he said, before smirking at her, "you need it."

"Oh, you asshole." grumbled Carrie knocking his shoulder before standing to her feet, Douglass following suit. The stood there for a moment, looking at one another - usually, if this were a Silver Bullets girl, she'd give them a hug, but with Douglass, she felt frozen in place. She stuck out her hand instead, to shake, and he shook her hand, and she felt more awkward than ever before, as she shook back. His handshake was firm though, and confident and suddenly made her feel like some 16-year-old girl in high school and balked.

"Well, I'll see you around." she said, stumbling back a bit, "Night!" And she disappeared quickly - like she always did. She found the barracks, promptly settled into bed, and then stared at the ceiling, counting the dried pieces of wood hanging from the panels again.

And she replayed the look in James Douglass' eyes - over and over.

And for the first time in years, all she could think about was James Douglass' eyes that had watched her like that, as she tried to fall asleep.

To say the least, it was the best sleep in months.

[inthedarkshadows000]

SneakPeak#107.......

From the story I might never write

It's a bit longer than my other works so please be patient till you reach where the characters Iskaed into the OC's life.

Those misogynistic pigs!!! They only wanted to meet today to try and intimidate me.

As if, I snorted and massaged the crown of my head with my pointers.

I did not work through blood and tears for half a decade so some self obsessed, greedy politicians could frame me for treason against my country.

To be an Indian foriegn secretary had taken a better portion of my life.

I had to completely flip my attitude to pursue the sudden passion I had acquired, no more parties, late night rendezvous, lack of routine and so on. Basically every rule that I had lived by for the 21 years, before I decided I wanted to be this.

I had the brains but not the discipline yet I did it, I got my shit together, proved everyone around me wrong, and cleared the exam with flying colours.

After that it wasn't still all fun as I thought, once in the system, I realised the reality of it all. The stinky politics, the I got dick so I gotta be a dick attitude, and so on.

I mean I wasn't expecting it to be rainbow farts and unicorn shit but you would think it'll atleast be a little subtle, being a bureaucratic job and all. Nope!! Not a chance.

It was so glaring obvious that currently one of my lovely ministers were on a tour to Japan, to, guess what?!!

Exactly!!! Intimidate lil ol'me into resigning, else, he would frame me for conspiring against india. Blah blah blah.

Not while I still breathe.

He thinks I don't know his simpleton idea. (it'll make him choke to death to realised a woman has more brains than him.)

Like hellloooo.... my job profile need me to be at my sharpest quite unlike their's. I rolled my eyes so hard at the thought, surprised they aren't stuck in my head.

Hence, why i was stressing and burning a path into my office carpets. That guy is a snake and if I don't play my cards right he might as well finish me right now.

Goooood!!!!!! Couldn't I have people like getou, gojo, Nanami or toji around me.

Like... yummmmm... I mean to obviously support and help me, no other reason *wink wink*, ofcourse.

Just imagine... daddy fushi. Drooooool !!!!

Alas not everyone can have hot men fighting for or protecting us. The injustice I tell you. I thought with a tiny pout.

I had only just finished my tiny prayer to manifest so when I heard a light buzz behind my back and whizzed around.

What. I stepped back to create space between the body wall that had suddenly appeared and hit something- one else.

The. I spun around again to keep the 2 intruders in my line of sight.

Actual. And hit the 3rd.

Fuck. And 4th.

Holy moly!!!! My eyes were probably the size of saucers as I tried to decide if I had seriously lost the last few screws that I guaranteed I had.

There were currently 3 angels- anime characters- right in front of me, and I really, really hope the one missing here is behind me.

I whipped around to check and yes, he is. In all of his 6 feet plus glory. Gulp.

I raised my hand to pull at the lock of hair on his forehead to make sure this wasn't a dream.

Hey!! I ain't hurting me. I might be crazy but got limits too, Babe.

"Owee!! What was-"

That's the last last thing I heard before a "fuck me" left my lips and I blacked out.

OK... so no I actually did not faint. I have a meeting with the devil, can't really let my defences down even if the sexiest of men namely... wait for it OK.... The greatest ever.... SATORU GOJO, KENTO NANAMI, TOJI FUSHIGURU and SUGURU GETOU had suddenly apparated infront of me from thin air.

However, I did get extremely light headed and tripped on my feet. Although a pair of hands were holding me up before I could embarrass myself.

"Thank you" I said straightening myself and moving out of suguru's grip. 

Really never thought I would do this, like move out of this beautiful specimen's arms. Kill me now. I hate being responsible.

"Any particular reason why 4 random men have just appeared out of thin air in my office at the most random and frankly inconvenient time" I continued with raised eyebrow and moved around.

Regain control!!! Regained control!!! Do not let yourself be seduced!!!

I walked out from the amongst them. The position making me feel extremely vulnerable due to sheer difference in height and stature between them and my 5'3", petite self.

Now I know.... I am not dumb but I can't just throw myself on the extremely trained, assassin level skilled people who literally have the worst trust issues ever. I'll probably be declared a crazy stalker bitch and dead meat even before I get a hand around them, especially with the stunt I just pulled.

"You pulled my hair. Why did you pull my hair?" Suguru asked with a little tilt to his head.

OH! MY!!! GOD!!!! AS ADORABLE AS A PUPPY!!! . I had stop my self from squishing his face, he looked so cute.

He followed my form as I sat behind my desk and motioned for them to take a seat on the 2 chairs in front as well as the couches placed on the right side area of the desk.

"She probably found it weird suguru" snickering the white haired baby, Satoru.

"I apologise, I wanted to make sure you were real. Now if you could all please answer my question" I said completely ignoring the menace.

I wasn't actually apologitic. Do you KNOW how soft it was.

"And you wouldn't pull your own? That's what people normally do, you know" satoru said.

"You really wanna talk about normal?" I questioned back, and motioned towards all of them and waving my hands around.

"Touché"

However my comment did make them glance at each other. There movements uncomfortable in there own way.

Toji was the first to release a long sigh, shrug and move towards the long couch. Sitting down with a manspread and head thrown back, like he really didn't care about the fact that he isn't a 2-D wetdream anymore but a real person. I knew from the show it wasn't so. He was as alert as a watch dog.

Suguru too gave a sigh of defeat, scanned the office like making sure nothing was about to pop up and attack or maybe just analysing. He seems like a person who would. Then his eyes met mine, gave that sweet smile which I had swooned over millions of times, and walked over to me with his hands in his pocket. He seemed awkward. No. Just unsure, I think. The smile was a facade to hide whatever he was feeling.

Satoru stood straighter, I thought he would fall back with how backward bent he was however he just walked towards me with a surprising grace for someone as tall as him. Swinging his arms around, his aura of confidence which had almost slipped at my comment, maintained. Seeing his body language I knew some weird comment was on its way. Probably to redunce anything I had noticed, if I had.

"You were about to faint because of how handsome I am, weren't you?" He came into my personal space and bent over me. His forefinger pulled his black glasses a little lower so he could hold me with his piercing eyes.

And held I was, no animation or device in the world could do his eyes justice. The blue in them was nothing an ordinary person could describe. It wasn't just a colour but a melange of different shades of blue that almost seemed...... alive.

The closeness, like i have never felt before made me panic and I blutered the first thing that came to my head "Are you an alien? You definitely seem like one."

"Huh-" there was a two second lag in Satoru as he tried to comprehend my question and suguru chuckled, hiding his face behind his hand to try and control it.

He had taken a seat on one of the chairs. Atleast someone was ready to have an adult conversation with me.

"An angel actually" satoru replied recovering but so had I and simply rolled my eyes at him.

I pushed his face away from mine and said "Sit the hell down. Just because I am not screaming and going crazy does not mean I am all normal here. I need answers, and want them as soon as possible."

"I am Nanami Kento, these are my colleagues gojo satoru and geto suguru. The one over there is Fushiguru Toji. I apologise for the sudden intrusion in your office....and your space" Nanami said the last part looking at satoru.

He had taken the other seat while satoru had been talking to me. Sitting with his arms crossed and back as straight as they come. His classic stoic expression was hawt.

Satoru rolled his eyes at Nanami like an insolent kid. I bit the inside of the cheek to control the smile that threatened to escape, seeing their antics in real life is definitely much more entertaining.

"Satoru sit. On the couch." Suguru rubbed his eyes when satoru moved to sit on the handle of my chair.

"We really don't have the energy right now." He was finally tired of his best friend's attitude.

Surprisingly toru actually listened and sat down on a single couch, beside the one which Toji had taken, his legs crossedamd head thrown back. He was a spliting image of one of the scenes from the show.

During this time, I noticed that they all seemed to belong to different eras of the anime. Not only that, there was a mix of all of there styles.

Toji looked like right before he died in season 2. With his compressed shirt and those lose pants. The creators really didn't do his boobies justice. The trust he had on that shirt is what I aspire to have in my relations.

Gojo when he was a teacher but with thise sexy rectangular shades. Kento, the sexy suit.

Suguru seemed like he was in jjk season 2, without his traditional monk clothes. His hair were shoulder length. Both him and satoru wore jjk uniforms for teachers, which were similar to the ones they had as students. The baggy pants and all.

Wanna guess what those hide ;"

"I am y/n. Officer in the Indian embassy here" I moved my hand towards kento first and then suguru. There hands were soft and warm, engulfing mine entirely. Of course they had to have the most beautifully crafted hands ever. I sent a silent prayer to thank for my skin tone which never reveals my blush.

I wasn't usually the one to be conscious about physical appearance but I gotta tell you my ego was taking continuous hits being in their presence.

"I don't know how to entirely explain what just happened. I think we aren't from here yet came here. Its all extremely absurb for us too.... obviously the transportation doesn't help either." began suguru. He kept pausing and looking at nanami and others as if answers would randomly appear.

Poor thing. I could probably solve half of his issues by telling him what I knew of them but looking at him so unsure was getting fun now.

"We Basically died and got reincarnated" Piped satoru, his hand over his eyes, glasses kept on the coffee table. Babe..what?!?!

"We need to know where we are and maybe then we will be in a better condition to link our circumstances." Nanami said trying to find a starting point of their story.

At this point I realised how truly stressed they all were. Even though they sat carelessly, a tightness in their body was visible. Their eyes shifting everywhere as if trying to find some clue to make sense of.

Nodding my head I switched on my laptop, which was kept in front of me on my desk and opened up chrome, typing up their anime I turned it towards them. I stood up a little to pass it.

"I think this will help you make a little more sense of the situation" I mumbled and pulled back my fingers, sitting back in my chair.

I forced myself to not bite my nails as I saw there face become more and more confused. The creases on there forehead increased. Suddenly a loud voice made me jump in my chair and I let out a squeak.

"What the actual fuck is this!?" That was nanami cursing. OH god! I can happily die now. Hearing this sophisticated creature curse in front me made all kinds of delirious before I shook it off.

Suguru turned towards me when he heard my voice and instantly asked nanami to control his temper. My sweet, sweet sugar.

I am going to assume he was talking to himself and avoid any communication till I absolutely had to.

The fact that Nanami cursed made toru and toji curious too, who quickly scrambled over.

The more they kept looking through the more I kept sinking into the chair, regretting this, I don't even know why though. I figured it was due to four steroid infused men who might be angry at me, in such close quaters.

Suguru had been continuously shifting his gazing between the screen, his mates and me. I really wonder what he was thinking.

Toji had been standing tall, next to nanami with his hands crossed and looking into the screen with a nonchalant attitude, we all know he was anything but. I was sure of it when I caught his side glance in my direction which almost felt like it was sizing me up.

Sir please.. my Size is fragile- handle-with-care.

Satoru was between nanami and suguru leaning all the way in, totally engrossed into the screen. He suddenly shouted pointing at the screen with one hand and shaking suguru like a toy with the other "Look suguru, they got the perfect click. oooh dayuumm babay.... I look so pretty."

Toji suddenly turned towards me fully and put his both hands down on the desk and leaned forward and in the the most intimidating tone said one word that had my blood freeze.

.

.

.

.

And rush into my nether regions.

Psycho woman.

"Explain"

The rest of them looked up me too. Toji continued to look at me like he couldn't decide if letting me answer was worth not killing me. I was after all their only hope, of sorts.

"I.. you.. I me.. ..an" I stammered. I knew they wouldn't actually kill me. I hope. Even then, with how rattled they seem I couldn't let my gaurd down. Toji was a wild card here. He did not have the same way of handling situations as the others did.

I knew that the other three wouldn't be able to stop him, if they wanted to, that is, and that 'if' was a huge one right now.

Suguru suddenly got up from his place and came towards me. I stood up and shifted to step away from the chair in a way that it created a shield between us, in case they all decided that they had no use for me anymore.

He put his hands up in a way of showing he meant no harm and walked closer in slow steps like approaching a scared animal.

I probably looked like one. I loved these fictional characters but exactly as that, I would be a fool to forget what they were trained as. killing machines. They had been so traumatised that distrust for a stranger was only natural.

Therefore, I wouldn't be off my gaurd either till I gained their trust. I made sure to keep an eye on all of them in which ever place I stood. Especially now that I could feel Toji's patience running thin.

"Guys relax. Y/n, could you please explain what's all this. It's been a rough couple of..... I don't even know how long. The fact that our entire lives are splayed across your screen Is really not looking very good. We just want to know why?" By the time suguru had finished, he was in my personal bubble. So close that I had to take a step back, and shift the chair again, to not break my neck looking up.

"Also if you got anymore of my perfect moments captured, I need them asap. The quality is like really good here." Of course the strongest sorcerer of all time had a different priority.

I took a deep breath and shifted I to my bureaucratic role. Fake it till you make it. Right? Squaring up my shoulders, I gave a tiny nod to suguru and turned towards the rest. Going with the easier question first.

"Yes. I got amazing pics of you, and the rest of you too. Not because I stalked you, well I do but not physically. You do realise that's impossible with the abilities you all possess, don't you?" My tone sassy with the last sentence.

Satoru actually hummed, with his face between his thumb and fore finger, in a thinking pose.

"In my world you all are actually characters of an anime called jujutsukaisen. Well, the charac- people in there have huge Fandoms because of your looks and strength and story. I just coincidentally happen to be one too." I finished and shrugged shoulders, absolutely covering my obsession with them like it was a teenage crush.

I raised my chin with an attitude of go fuck yourselves and took my place back on the chair. Suguru had moved to stand at the side of the desk. I was partially thankful because if anyone decide to jump me, I was running behind him like this chic on fire.

"If you wanna know all that I know, then I can just start the anime in here and open the link to Mangas." I said as an after thought.

"I want to apologise for my behavior earlier, it's not like me to curse. We would really appreciate it if you could show us whatever there is." Nanami said with a guilt and rubbed his tired face.

A genuine smiled spread on my face. "Don't worry, I know how you are and actually always wondered what you would seem like losing co- I mean angry." Quickly corecting myself I waved him off.

No need to sound perverted, because let's be honest I did mean it in a perverted way.

"Don't say it like that. You sound like you know everything about us when we don't know shit about you. It's weird" that was Toji with his impeccable manners.

I looked at him smiling and scratched the back of neck awkwardly, "Right.. My bad. I'll try and be mindful of it."

Suguru took his place back on the chair. "So we are .. like just characters here, Nothing else?" He seemed kinda disappointed.

"Sir please, dont insult yourselves like that." I said dramatically with a hand on my heart. "Wait till you see the obsession and love people have for you here. I am surprised there isn't a petition for  jjk to be a religion yet." I giggling because like seriously!! Wait till they see the extend of it.

I prayed my theatrics would bring a smile to his face, it wasn't made to be disappointed and like hell would I ever let him or any of these people be any less than happy. Thankfully it worked and he gave a tiny smile.

"Anyway here is my phone with everything open and if you really wanna see the reality of your Fandom, I am sure you know how to use net." Passing the phone to them.

I suddenly realised it was about to be time for my personal favourite person to enter, Mr. Shah. Note the sarcasm.

Which meant I had to hide them before he saw all of this and added 'slut' to his list of adjectives for me.

"We need a bigger screen, can't expect us to see everything on this. Are you poor?" Satoru seemed genuinely aghast at the idea.

OK. Judgemental much, pretty boy.

"No i am not but that is the only device I can spare for public use right now." I said sharply and continued. "Actually its perfect, you cannot watch it here, right away in any case. Remember how I said this is a very inconvenient time, although my literal fantasy was coming true." I motioned towards them and satoru smirked.

"I have a meeting with a snake, and I can't have you lot loitering around." I continued before he could make a remark.

"Snake like a literal or figuratively?" Now you would think that this was something Satoru would ask but it wasn't. Personally, I never thought I would have to clarify something like that.

"I mean it figuratively but once you see him you'll be amazed how much closer he is to the literal sense. So as I was saying, I'll have to lock you guys in the washroom" I answered after waiting a beat to see if Toji was serious or just pulling my leg. He Stood straight, with his hands crossed and those buldging biceps. Squish my head and call me orange juice.

Wait....My god he was serious about the question. What kind of deals HAS he gone through.

Add to the THINGS TO ASK.

"With these idiots- You cannot hide my pretty face like that!" Nanami and suguru didn't really say anything. They sat on the chairs mostly observing and listening. I looked at them and gave a helpless smile with I-seriously-got-no-other-option shrug. They glanced at the other and then relaxed a little. I was gonna assume they said-

"very well."

OH they actually did. Thank god atleast half the population had some brains.

Ring.ring.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!!!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Personally, as a dom, I've never experienced what I would consider a full-blown drop. I've had some close calls, but my (unfortunately) extensive experience with depression and other mental health problems has enabled me to be on top of knowing the symptoms of drop. I recognize them, and I can usually take care of myself if I don't still have access to the partner that I had a scene with.

So, if you're looking for something where I incorporate lots and lots of own experience into a fictional scenario in the same way that I did with this post concerning what it feels like to get hard (which, if I'm assuming correctly, was something you would've been interested in based on your wording here, lol) that isn't what this is.

BUT

I certainly have ideas for Chris experiencing it, and I couldn't get them out of my head. Even if I'm not currently taking writing prompts

Chris doesn't even notice there's anything going on with him until Sebastian calls him. Okay, well, truthfully, he doesn't let himself notice that's there's anything going on until Seb goes full decective on him. Then, his boyfriend pulls the emotions up in a big tangled ball from deep in his chest, somewhere behind his lungs and heart, through his mouth. Bringing them to his attention, better than letting them fester, but still painful.

"Chris?" Sebastian speaks first, voice just a touch tinny over the phone.

"Hey, babe," Chris mumbles. He's tired. It's the middle of the day in Massachusetts. He's on vacation. He didn't stay up last night. He has no idea why he's tired or why his back hurts.

"Hi!" Seb shakes him from his thoughts.

"...did you call for somethin'?" Chris replies, licking his lips, when Sebastian says nothing else, "it's, what, 12 there? Shouldn't you be in bed? What time is call in the mornin'?"

"Don't worry about it," Sebastian tells him, his voice smooth and easy, "I called 'cause I miss you."

Chris wants to huff and roll his eyes, but it won't come out. Instead, he weakly offers, "it's been three days?" Has it been three? Already?

"What, I'm not allowed to miss you yet?" Sebastian teases lightly.

Chris shrugs, forgetting that Sebastian can't see him. Dodger plops his head into his lap with a doggy sigh. It feels like he misses Sebastian, too.

"Besides," Sebastian's voice is softer now, "you've barely texted."

A big, fat question mark hangs over his head suddenly, "huh?"

"You haven't texted me. I mean, you have. You text back, but I've been texting you first."

"Oh?" Chris hasn't really... is he doing that? He hasn't meant to!

"Mmm-hmm, I'm missing all my Dodger-and-boyfriend selfies. Usually, I get at least one every day. Or if it's not both of my boys, it's just Dodger, or a tree or flower or the sky or your breakfast or something."

"Oh," Chris feels bad. There's a knot in his chest, and it's tightening. Has he been ignoring him? He's been... what has he been doing? He's been scrolling. He kept sitting down to read and not being able to focus. So, he gets his phone out instead and... disappears into it until Dodger noses him for walks or dinner or it's time to sleep, and he lays down and thinks about Sebastian and gets stuck in anxiety spirals. Not because of Seb but. Adjacent?

"Then when you do text back, I dunno," Chris can practically hear him scratching his head, "you respond to what I'm saying, but it's not... not the same," Sebastian finishes lamely.

"I'm sorry, baby," Chris says with his whole chest. He is. There's guilt knawing at him now. He's been absent. He doesn't--didn't mean to.

"It's okay, I just want to know what's up. Are you okay?"

Chris swallows.

Is he okay?

He thought, he doesn't know, but he thought he was having a good old anxiety spiral, missing Sebastian after his recent departure, and that ache for his boyfriend had just dug up some older wounds about not being enough. And thinking about not being enough came with friends. Unwanted friends. Friends that add to not being enough by telling him, actually, he's kind of disgusting. How can he control Sebastian like he does? If he loves him, how can he do such things to him? He's too extreme, isn't he? He's too controlling, isn't he? Is he even a good man at all? Why is he like that? Why does he want the things he wants? He shouldn't want them. Does Sebastian like it? Does Sebastian even like being dominated? Is he just taking advantage?

"Chris, honey?" Sebastian's voice sounds like honey. Sweet and smooth.

"Yeah?" Chris rasps, voice hoarse despite how Seb has been doing the bulk of the talking.

"Are you okay?"

"I--" Chris has a false start. He doesn't know what to say, or how to end that thought.

Now he's thinking about the last time he saw Sebastian. Before he left for the airport. They couldn't help themselves, transitioning from innocent to R-rated goodbyes. However, Chris did put his foot down, gently, over one thing; they couldn't have too intense of a scene when they were already running the risk of making Seb miss his flight. Chris would feel awful if they didn't have enough time for at least a little aftercare. If he floated too high, scene-ing too hard, Chris didn't want him dropping on the plane ride. The moment they had was satisfying regardless, with Sebastian on his knees and--

Chris misses that.

He misses Sebastian.

He misses the clarity of being with Sebastian. Touching him. Feeling him. Breathing him in.

So. He's thinking of what happened right before he left. He's thinking about what it's like to share a scene with Sebastian, not a scene on a film set, (although any of those scenes are magic), too. Because it's Sebastian. He's a fucking world class actor and a world class submissive. Of course, acting opposite of him is incredible. Of course, dominating him is incredible. Clarity and peace and focus. His submissive. Collaring. Protecting. Caring. Providing. Strength for his submissive but weakness, too.

An insatiable urge for him.

Only him.

Sebastian.

He would do anything for his submissive.

His partner.

"I don't know," Chris finally murmurs his answer.

Sebastian hums, "alright."

"Alright?" Is... is he supposed to add something here? He doesn't know what to say.

"Yeah, that's okay. It's alright. However you are, whatever it is, I want to know about it. Even if you don't know, y'know?"

A lightning strike of feeling strikes through Chris' chest. Raw and breaking. He tries to swallow around the weight piling up at the back of his throat, but all he ends up doing is choking for a moment.

Palms clammy, eventually, Chris manages, "h-how's the set?" he's clinging to his boyfriend's voice.

Sebastian rattles off one detail in answer, then another and another and another when Chris just keeps asking questions. Questions that pour over his lips and don't always make a ton of sense. That doesn't even matter. Why is he asking that? Chris can feel his battery, his energy, depleting--draining down to nothing, and yet his mouth is running a mile a minute. His thoughts are dragging on, slogging awkward and slow through mud, but his questions only keep coming. Paradoxical.

How are you? Are you okay? You're not too cold, right? It's winter there, isn't it? Are you having a good time with the cast? Do you like them? They better like you, do they even realize how fucking great you are? Are you eating? Are you sleeping? Do you miss me? Do you miss fu--

Chris is in the middle of his spiral, wanting, desperately to know everything that's going on in Sebastian's head when, suddenly, Sebastian says his name. He doesn't yell. Just the opposite, he whispers it.

Chris hears it.

Chris hears, more than feels, his mouth snap shut.

"Chris, baby, if you want to fly out and come see me, you can just say it."

"No, I don't. I," his voice comes out small, nothing like the rambling, louder, and louder mess he was just making, "I, I..." There's a heavy rock in his throat that he has to swallow dry and scraping, then, "y-yeah. Can I? You're not too busy?"

"'M never too busy," he reassures him.

Chris makes an aching sort of sound. Wounded. He can't help it. He knows that, and he's stupid for thinking otherwise, but he just... hearing it is good. He wants to curl up in those words, he wants to curl himself into a ball and bundle up in Sebastian's side and have him stroke his back. He's so tired. He misses him so much.

It's only been a few days.

At the same time that he misses him so fucking bad and he wants to be embraced and held, he missing him so fucking bad and he wants to take care of him like he should. But also like he shouldn't. Sebastian is grown. He can care for himself, and he doesn't need Chris to impose, bleeding his controlling longing all over him. Chris has always needed to be needed.

"That sound good, baby?" Sebastian asks once they have the details in place, when and where.

Chris nods. He forgets, again, that his boyfriend can't see him. Running in ceaseless circles. But Sebastian, magic, understands nevertheless.

Then, Seb signs off, letting him go with reassuring reminders to sleep and eat and take care of himself. He'll text him later, once they've both gotten some sleep.

In a few days time, the only way Chris can drag himself out of bed--one limb at a time, peeling the sheets back, and struggling his way into sweats, dropping Dodger off at his Ma's house--and make it to the airport is by knowing that all that stands between him and Sebastian is a few hours. He just has to make it through the plane ride.

A plane ride that he mostly sleeps through, despite having just crashed all night.

When Chris finally, finally fucking lands, he's moping through baggage claim and the, just, whole fucking airport with his baseball cap tugged low and his sunglasses, the largest, darkest pair he owns, hoping no one recognizes him and deeply wishing that he insisted on having Sebastian meet him at the airport. The passing thought entered his head but he was thinking less about himself and more about public appearances then. He's thinking more of himself now. And he wants Seb. So badly. He misses the way he smells and how he laughs and his eyes and--

He could've gotten a later flight that would've worked. Right? So Sebastian would be done filming for the day and he could've been here. Now?

Chris is vibrating out of his skin, fingers curled into fists around his backpack's straps and suitcase's handle. He can't wait to be alone with his boyfriend. He's closer to him now yet he just misses him more.

However, maybe it's a good thing that Seb isn't there. Because. The moment he is there... the paparazzi would have a field day.

The moment Seb lets himself into the rented apartment he's staying at for filming, the door isn't even closed! Yet, Chris is already collapsing into him.

His hands immediately land on his hips but they quickly wrap around his waist--wrapping him tightly, securely up in his arms while he buries his face in his neck. He's warm and he smells like coffee and sweat and Sebastian. Chris knows because he's pressing his nose as hard into the junction between his neck and shoulder and breathing him in as he can. He needs him. He's probably stretching Seb's shirt with how hard he's grabbing him, but he can't find it in himself to care--he'll pay costuming whatever they ask himself. His eyeslashes sweep shut. He already feels better. More centered. Steady. Like he's standing on two feet again, finding purchase on a softly carpeted floor of a familiar, warm home.

"Seb," Chris whispers into his skin like it's a prayer. He doesn't realize he's crying until he feels the wetness from his own eyes on Sebastian's body. He clings harder.

Sebastian squeezes him back, whispering too, "hi, baby."

They stand, hugging--cuddling, really, in the entryway for enough time that Chris' silent tears turn into sniffles and dry eyes. The feeling of Sebastian's heat against him echoes through his bones. He relishes in it. He doesn't stop clinging, though. He can't. All he can do is hold him and breath. Hold him and breathe as Seb heards him over toward the living room, bringing him with him and settling their bodies together on the couch, legs and fingers tangled, Chris on top of him, blanketing him.

Their hearts were racing, exilerated by the chance to be close enough to touch once more--in the same timezone--but now they slow. Steady and deep, chest to chest. Pumping blood and love through their veins, dissolving into their muscles. Lying lump and heavy, slumped into each other.

Chris tries hard to breathe out every drop of tension in his body under the soothing swirls of Sebastian's palms over his shoulders and back. It isn't hard to relax like this, when he's here, but the last dregs of emotion are especially deep seated, heavy, and hard to drain away. He shivers.

"Cold?" Sebastian asks.

Chris shakes his head. No.

Never.

Seb knows exactly what he wants. Seb knows what he needs. Seb knows what he feels somehow, even though Chris feels like a walking, unidentified swirl of anxiety. Seb knows what he wants to hear. Chris doesn't have to say a damn thing, Seb is just in his head, answering every silent question--rattling on in a soothing tone, I missed you so much. I miss everything that we do. I miss kissing you. I miss touching you. I miss sleeping next to you. I miss the things you do to me. I miss the things you make me feel. I love you.

They fall asleep.

Then, when they're awake again, late into the evening, and they've peeled themselves apart just enough to stand hip to hip, waiting for water to boil, mugs poised to happily hold their tea and honey, steaming away--Sebastian is back in his head, wandering around his skull, sight-seeing.

"Hey," Seb finds something that takes his fancy--that ugly insecurity that he's not what Sebastian wants or that he takes too much, he controls too much. He sees and he tugs him close.

Chris smiles.

"Remember when we first got together--"

"Yeah?" He already feels lighter.

"We were just barely hooking up and I told you, you could go harder on me. Then, when you didn't get what I meant," his grin is sly, his sparkling eyes shifty, "I explained it to you, and you..." he chuckles conspiratorially, "didn't spank me that hard at all."

"Hey!" Chris laughs softly.

"And I had to talk you up to doing anything more than hitting me on the ass sometimes." Sebastian kisses him on the cheek, "now look at you! Now you regularly blow my mind with how kinky we get."

Chris opens his mouth to say something, he's already chuckling, but Seb is there--

"You give me more than I knew how to ask for. I like it. I love it. And I have more than a lifetime's worth of evidence that you do, too."

Chris sighs, swaying into him, "I love you."

"Love you, too."

"Thanks for getting me outta my head, Seb."

"Anytime."

[ur-dad-satan]

Hi

I want to write but, I have like no motivation to do so. So have a bit of an unnamed OC book about a non-binary college student named Emerald who becomes a supervillain with the goal of getting revenge on everyone who wronged them and their friends starting with the person who started it all. It's just part of the first chapter and the whole plot isn't fleshed out yet. I don't even know if I'm going to finish this book, but maybe if enough people actually like it, I'll post the whole chapter.

(TW for deadnaming, bigotry, etc. You don't have to read, but please at least look at the picrews of the characters at the bottom. I worked hard on them please)

Later that day, I had finally made it back to mine and Felix's apartment. Felix seemed to have just gotten home too because they were rummaging through the fridge and still wearing one of my sweaters.

"Hello my favorite queer!" I greeted in a sing-song voice. I could tell that Felix was rolling his eyes with a goofy smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, fruit!" Felix greeted back. We always called each other silly names like that. It was fun and we never got mad because we respected each other's boundaries. "How were your boring classes?"

"Boring, just like you said. And yours?"

"I didn't fall asleep during Mr. Thompson's class today so that's a plus. And we did a lab during Mrs. Graham's class!" Felix said excitedly and started to ramble on about some drama between these two random people in their math class. 

Felix was one of the most important people in my life. I loved them to death, from their bright red dyed hair, their fern green eyes, and their bright, crooked, and contagious smile, they were my best friend. I always had their back and I know that they would have mine too. An hour or two later, there was a knock on the door. Felix and I were both sitting on the couch and quickly did a game of 'rock, paper, scissors' to see which one of us would open the door, which I lost. When I opened the door, Alex and Ryder were stood there with small bags and wide smiles. 

"Hey guys!" I greeted.

"Hi Em!" Ryder said pulling me into a hug and placed a small platonic kiss on my forehead. He was taller than me and wouldn't let me forget it; I didn't mind though. Even though he was anti-confrontational, he would still protect us if anything happened. A true gentle giant if I do say so myself.

"Hey babes." Alex smiled and also gave me a tight hug. Alex was the gremlin of the group. She was always down for anything whether it would be fighting, telling a waiter/waitress that they got our food wrong, or anything in between. They were unpredictable, but we loved them regardless. After exchanging pleasantries, we turned on some music and all started to get ready to go to dinner.

*.*.*.*.*.

I didn't think that day - this one singular dinner - would put me on my current path, but here we are.

After dinner, we decided that we weren't done having fun yet. It's Friday night and we're young adults! Why shouldn't we be able to have fun with a little alcohol!? So, we four decided to walk downtown and enjoy the scenery. We decided to go to a little bar not far from Fe and I's apartment so we could all just crash back there afterwards. We stayed in the bar for a little while and noticed that the bartenders had changed two people with dyed hair, nose piercings, and pins on their clothes, to a bored looking couple.

"Let's get more drinks!" Alex suggested happily over the music.

"Okay, but not too much! Some of us have to work tomorrow, right?" Felix reminded which Ryder nodded in agreement to. He worked at a library, and no one wants to get help from a grumpy librarian. Alex fist pumped in excitement before pulling us toward the bar to order.

"Hey, I'm Lindsey and I'll be your bartender for tonight. What can I get you?" The femme presenting bartender greeted us with a fake smile. I didn't know why at first, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen her before. 

"Hi! I want a Mojito, please!" Alex ordered. He was having the time of his life and already a little bit tipsy. After that, Felix ordered a Tequila Sunrise, Ryder got a "Dark and Stormy", and I got a simple Whisky Sour. Lindsey nodded and turned away to start making our drinks. To lessen the load, she told a guy to do some to help her and our drinks were done in like five minutes.

"Okay! One Tequila Sunrise for the red head." She started and handed Felix their drink. " A Mojito for the hyper girl," She gave Alex his drink causing his smile to fall a bit. He had a big "he/him" pin on his top loud and proud. "A Dark and Stormy for the tall one, and a whisky sour for the brown-haired girl." Lindsey ended and gave Ryder and I our drinks as well. I was going to say thank you and let go of the misgendering because not everyone knows what the non-binary flag looks like, but I noticed that Alex looked upset. I couldn't just not say anything.

"Thank you, but actually you got some of our pronouns wrong." I said politely. Lindsey looked at me with a blank expression and didn't move to say anything for a moment.

"Oh. That's crazy. Sucks I guess." She said with a small laugh. I looked around at my friends and noticed Ryder giving Lindsey the most criminal side eye.

"First of all, that's basic respect. You don't have to do anything but say sorry and correct yourself. Second, you... wait- I remember you. Lindsey Smith? From Thermopolis, Wyoming?" I asked and silently hoped that I was wrong.

"Yeah? Do I know you?" She asked. I looked down at the drink in front of me and let out a rough sigh. My chest started to burn in vexation and when I looked up, I made eye contact with Felix.

"You know what? You do." I started. "Have I ever said what made my parents put me in Rightside Camp? You guys remember Rightside, yeah? Alex? Ryder? Do you remember the "treatments" that they put us through before the age of 17?" I asked making sure Lindsey could hear. All three of my friends looked up at me; Ryder's eyes got wide, and Alex sunk in his seat and stirred his drink slowly before taking a small sip as the venom filled words dripped from my lips.

"You haven't told me yet, Em." Felix said. I laughed humorlessly and began my lament.

"When I was a freshman in high school, I figured out that I was non-binary. I wanted to tell my best friend who knew everything about me because I thought I could trust her. I went up to her one morning at school and I said 'Hey Linds,'" I looked up at Lindsey to see her looking confused and a bit annoyed. "'I have something really important to tell you, but I'm still figuring it out, so you can't tell anyone. Okay?' And she said 'okay.' I told her 'I think I'm non-binary. I don't feel like a girl and I'm definitely not a boy.' And she said that she wouldn't tell anyone. By second period, the whole grade knew. By lunch, the entire student body knew. By last period, every teacher in our conservative school was looking at me like I had a disease. When I got home, my parents were waiting for me at the door. Do you know what they did Fe?" I asked Felix but kept looking at Lindsey.

"What happened?" I could hear the worry in their voice. 

"They sent me to Rightside, a conversion camp, at the ripe old age of 15 years old. They took so much from me all because one little girl decided to gossip, and say shit against her friend's back. All because one little girl craved attention or whatever so much that she would completely betray and out her own best friend. So yes, Lindsey Smith, you do know me. And even if you don't remember me, I remember you. You ruined my life." Lindsey looked at me like I had said the most outrageous thing she had ever heard.

"Eliza Johnson?" she asked incredulously.

"That hasn't been my name in years. It's Emerald now." I was silently seething at this point, and I couldn't tell whether I wanted to either leave, or drown in my whisky.

"Well, whatever your name is, I'm sorry you feel this way, but it's not my problem. It's been like 10 years since then, and I'm working. Maybe you should have been more careful with telling people your secrets." The brunette said in a disgustingly condescending tone.

"Okay, I don't know who you think you're talking to but-" I started to become loud as the hurricane of anger, hatred, disgust, and so much more started to bubble over and spill onto the fire that was that memory, before Ryder and Felix could pull me away from the counter in an attempt to defuse the situation.

"Okay! That's enough! Em, honey! It's okay. Calm down. That bigot isn't worth your breath." Ryder turned me away to make me focus on him and calm down. Felix also held onto me to make sure I couldn't go back to argue with her. I'm not religious, but I thank God for the friends that I have. Wait, friends!

"Alex! Where is he?!" I turned around and saw Alex looking extremely angry while talking to Lindsey and the guy who helped her make our drinks.

Bonus: I made Picrews of the characters so these are my favorites of each. In order, meet Alex Gonzales, Emerald Johnson, Felix Hall, and Ryder Hassan. Picrew creators are in the pictures.

[lostinheavensworld]

leaving.

Eddie Munson x college!reader

this is extremely self indulgent, I started writing this to comfort myself instead of packing, and I just finished it after getting all moved in. this is my first time writing on here, please be nice!

You were leaving.

Tomorrow morning, your car would be packed full of all your most important belongings, and you wouldn’t be back for months.

Yet, your boyfriend seemed determined to avoid talking about any of that.

Instead, he was intently describing his newest campaign, designed for the kids he’s taken under his wing. He’s left high school, but not them. Their club meets weekly, and you know they’ll be the best hope of keeping Eddie sane while you’re gone.

But who will keep you sane?

Leaving all your loved ones behind… you’ve been spiraling this past week. You’ve hugged countless friends, family, and even coworkers goodbye. It’s been fucking with you more than you’re letting on. After all, it is your second year doing this. You're supposed to be used to it by now.

Your first year, you called Eddie about a hundred times the first week alone, using his voice to calm your nerves as you were constantly forced into new environments. by the second semester, things were easier, Eddie visited you more and you finally began to feel comfortable where you were… until summer break started.

Thrown back into your hometown, you go to a party the first week back and you get reminded why you were so quick to get out of this place. but… it's where everyone you’ve ever known is. It's your home. Eventually, you fell into a familiar rhythm. You spent time with Eddie nearly every day, just happy to finally see each other again.

You two were finally content with life, both living in a serene bubble ignoring the deadline awaiting you in August; but now the day has come.

You asked Eddie to come over to help you pack, but he was so absorbed in brainstorming that he wasn’t much help. That’s alright, you just wanted the company. but…

“Eds,” you call softly.

“Then I’ll- yea?” he pauses, dropping his notebook into his lap.

"Aren't you gonna help me pack..?"

"...Oh. Uh, yeah," he jumps up and moves to start folding your clothes, falling silent and wearing an expression you can't quite read. You don't push it, since you need to get this shit packed before you sleep tonight.

You both work quietly, nearly finished packing before Eddie suddenly stops and wraps his arms around your waist instead. You try to keep packing, but this limited range of motion is not working out for you as you hoped.

"Babe, I can't move," you laugh slightly, attempting to push his arms down, meeting a surprising resistance. This causes you to stop your actions and twist around in his arms instead. "Eddie?"

He doesn't respond at first, burying his head in your shoulder instead and holding you tighter. "I'm not ready for you to go..."

Now it's your turn to stand quietly, wrapping your arms around him as you sway slightly. Your head falls against his shoulder as you absorb the comfort, trying to not get absorbed in your sadness. You know if you wallow in the moment you'll start crying and second guessing every decision that has led you here. You couldn't afford to sit in these feelings, pushing your boyfriend back so you can see his face again. "I'm not ready to have to be hours away from you either, but you know I need to go, right?"

"Last semester wasn't even that fun for you, wouldn't it be better to stay here?"

"In Hawkins?" you laughed, "no, it would not be better for me to stay here. C'mon, you know staying here much longer would make me more miserable than going back there... plus, this year will be different. You're gonna come up more, remember? I already talked it over with my new roommate."

"Yeah, I know," he groaned, resting his forehead against your own, "I just wish things could be different."

"Me too, but... abstinence makes the heart grow stronger," you grin at him, "I bet you were getting sick of me wrapped around you every night," even before you finish the sentence, his face is screwing up in horror,

"You know that was a lie. You couldn't even say that with a straight face. If I could have you by my side every night, I would. I wouldn't trade any moment with you for anything else in the world."

You smile at his words, pulling him into a gentle kiss. "sap," you whisper, kissing him again before he can protest. You honestly would rather stay in this moment forever, but you know this conversation is important. "You'll be visiting a month from today. Time will fly by my love. I'll see you so, so soon."

He hums in agreement, tugging you back to packing, now moving quickly to finish up.

"Woah, what just changed? Am I that convincing?" you tease.

"No, I'd just rather keep kissing you on your bed but all this shit is in the way, so it's in my best interest to get this done," he gives you a grin. Within a few minutes, he's zipping up your suitcase and (gently) chucking it onto the ground, before grabbing you and moving you both onto the bed. "...much better."

[larabiatasstuff]

Hey bestie! I know it's late so please feel free to answer tomorow, I just had to send this to you before I forgot it 🤦‍♀️😂 please could you write a scenario where we are sat at home with Terry watching a film. And when it finishes its really sad and it makes you cry. I'd love to know how he would react to you tearing up. Possibly ending in some cute fluff? 😭 CK and KK3 please 💚💚💚

Omg sure☺️That's so cute Bestie 🖤

(kk3) It was a very nice evening. Terry and I had a wonderful dinner and now we were sitting cuddled up together on the sofa watching a movie. It was a really emotional one and I desperately tried to hold back tears but it was useless as soon as the movie finished, the tears run freely over my face. Terry looked at me concerned. "Hey baby, are you okay? Come here babe tell me what's wrong. Why are you crying?" he said pulling me in his arms and holding me close. "Please don't laugh at me but... the movie was so so sad and I..." I couldn't finish my sentence and buried my head into his neck sobbing. "Awww is it just the movie baby? Or is it something else? You can tell me erverything." I looked at him and he gently wiped my tears away. "It's just I thought what if something like this happens to us. If we got separated and... I don't want to be without you." "Hey baby listen, you won't get rid of me that easy. I will aways be by your side. We will be together as long as you want me. Nothing and I promise you nothing can take me away from you. Hey I know what makes my baby happy again. I go into the kitchen and make us some hot chocolate and you put on your favorite comedy show okay? I want my baby smiling again. " he says and kisses me softly on the lips." That would be wonderful Terry thank you for everything."and we spent the rest of the night talking and laughing together

(CK) Terry finally had a few days off so we decided to make a movie night. We ordered some food, opened a bottle of wine and watched a movie. My head rested on his shoulder. The movie was good but also very dark and sad. I had problems to put myself together and keep my tears from falling. But Terry noticed something was wrong, he always noticed. "My love are you alright?" I just nodded cause if I would say something now I would burst into tears. "Sweetheart I can see that you're not okay, what's wrong? Please tell me my love." "It's umm I..." but I couldn't finish I immediately started sobbing and crying. "I'm sorry Terry I know it's silly but..." Terry took my face in his hands and looked at me. "Are you crying because of the movie?" "Yes I'm sorry it's very childish but the end was so sad and I couldn't hold back." I started babbling. " Hey Shhh try to calm down my love. Who told you it is childish to show your feelings? The movie was very sad and you should know that you don't have to hold anything back when you're with me. Come here my love, let me hold you. " " My ex always made fun of me when I cried because of a movie or a video. That's why I tried to hide it." Terry softly rubs my back and kisses the top of my head."Well those times are over now. You don't have to hide anything from me. Of course I prefer it if you're happy and smiling but if you need to cry you're allowed to cry my love. Please promise me that you don't hide your feelings from me. I'm always there for you okay? " he looked at me with his incredible blue eyes and smiled." I promise, thank you for being so sweet and kind to me. "" Of course sweetheart. How about I make us some tea and I play something on the piano for you. That always makes you smile. " " Oh Terry that sounds amazing. You're the best boyfriend in the world. "

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey hey! I've missed your writing! Do you think you could write a story about kk3 Terry and his beloved at an event he's hosting at his home. She's a little bit sad and wants to have him to herself for a moment so she trys to provoke him and get his eyes on her by showing off some skin😏he does get provoked and ends up taking her upstairs for a little while to "fix" her dress. He knows she's a little down but gives her the well deserved attention she needs. A little steamy is you will! Thank you💚💚💚

Aww thank you anon 🤗 I can absolutely do that for you 💚 I hope you enjoy 💚

Tonight was the night of Terry's house party for all his friends and workmen, he had been planning this for a long time and you were both very excited. You loved events like this because it gave you a good excuse to use make up and wear one of your many gorgeous dresses Terry had bought you. He was all ready in his cream and red coloured suit, and you had just walked out in one if your favourite blue dresses.

"Wow baby girl! You look absolutely stunning" "Thanks babe, you are looking very nice yourself" He gives you one of his cheeky smiles before planting a kiss on your lips, and his hand resting on your hip. "There are days where I look at you and think to myself, how the hell did I manage to land you" "That's because your the most wonderful man I have ever known babe....plus your 'stamina' is insane!" You both share a little laugh, he knew he was good in the bedroom, but hearing you say little things like that really made his day. "Oh yeh baby, this is all for you-" Terry us suddenly cut off by the sound of the front door bell ringing. "The first people are hear! Are you ready baby?" "Absolutely, let's go"

The evening was wonderful, there were nearly 30 people there and everyone was having a nice time. There wasn't many chances for you and Terry to be close to eachother, but that was mainly because his business partners were pitching ideas and keeping him busy. And you knew a handful of people there too so you were charging to them as well. You were just getting another drink from the counter when a young woman approached you, she looked about 20 years old and she was wearing a very bright pink sparkly dress. "Hey!" "Hi, I'm not sure we've met before. I'm Y/N" "Hi Y/N I'm Gina! I was just wondering if you've seen Terry around?" "Oh yeah, he's just talking to that guy over there by the indoor fountain. It he looks really focused, if I were you I'd wait to talk to him" "Oh really? I was really hoping to get him alone" "I'm sorry?" "You know...have you seen how sexy he is?! I'd love to see if I could try my luck with him. And the fact that he's super rich too is amazing!" Is this girl for real? You really try to keep your cool and tell her what the deal is. "Gina, that's not going to happen I'm afraid" "What? Why?" "Because I am with Terry. He's my fiancee, hear the ring to prove it"

Gina gasps when she realises what is happening, she feels embarrassed as well as many other emotions. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't realise!" "Its ok Gina you didnt know, I was just being honest with you" "Oh god I feel so bad, I thought you were his assistant, or maybe his cleaner?" "You thought that?" "Well yeh, you also seemed to be a lot older than me and I thought he would want someone olde-" "Wait wait wait, how old do you think I am?" "I don't know, 35 maybe?" "I'M 27! I'm only one year younger than Terry!" "Alright maybe I got that wrong-" "Did you just come hear to try it on with Terry? Tell me the truth" "Kind of yeh, but-" "But nothing. Adam!" One of Terry's bouncers approaches you. "Adam would you please escort this girl from the house, she is not welcome hear" "Of course miss L/N" "Hey hey wait! I didn't mean-" But she couldn't finish her sentence before Adam dragged her out of the house, leaving you feeling quite sad about the whole thing.

You just stood there agsint the kitchen side, everyone else was enjoying themselves while you just held yourself as this overwhelming feeling of insecurity came over you. You could see Terry talking to someone on the other side of the room, and you were in desperate need of some comfort from him. When he looked over to you, you try to catch his eye by pulling the strap down a little from your shoulder, this definitely got his attention.

But he could read you like a book, your body said come hear, but your eyes said please I need you. "Would you excuse me Harry? My fiancee needs some help fixing her shoulder strap of her dress" He leaves this man and walks straight over to you, not caring who tried to talk to him as he walked past, you were his only priority. "Hey baby, come on let's go somewhere a little quieter shall we?" You give him a silent nod as he delicately took your hand and guided you to the stairs. "Edgar, please make sure noone comes up the stairs to the next level of the house. Me and Y/N need a private conversation" "Of course Mr Silver" This was another bouncer in Terry's house, he had a few, and Edgar was making sure noone was snooping around his home. Once Terry took you upstairs, he opened the bedroom door and yly both walked in once he closed the door behind him. You sat on the bed twiddling your thumbs when he could see something was up with you.

"Baby? What's the matter?" "Terry...do I look old?" "What? Of course you don't, your younger than me remember? Why would you think that?" "I don't think that but, there was this girl downstairs who didn't realise I was with you, and she was quite open when she said she liked you and wanted to get you alone" "Seriously?! I hope you told her that I belong to you!" "I told her that I was engaged to you yes, but she thought that I was way older than I actually was, and she thought I was your cleaner, not your fiancee" "How dare she say that to you! How old did she think you were?" "She thought I was 35" "35?! Your nowhere near 35! I'll make sure she's removed from this house right now!" "Terry it's ok, I've beaten you too it. I asked Adam to take her out of the house" "That's good, I'm glad you did that. Baby listen to me" He says kneeling down infront of you and holding your hands in his. "Don't listen to what that stupid girl said ok? She was probably just jealous because she knows that she can't have me, I'm yours and only yours, and that's the way its going to stay. And by the way, weather your 27, 35 40, 60 or even 100! I'll always love you and that will never ever change. And by the way, 35 isn't old at all"

"I know, I know...it just put me out of sorts that's all. I just wanted to have you to myself for a few minutes. It always makes me feel better" "Aww my poor baby, come hear" He kneels up a little and gives you a sweet hug, it was instantly making you feel more at ease and relaxed. What you weren't expecting though, was during this hug, Terry started kissing your shoulder and down your arm. "I'm sorry baby girl, but your just so beautiful that I can't help myself. You know...Edgar is on duty downstairs making sure noone disturbs us. Why don't I spend this little time we have, making you feel better? I can show you just how lucky you are to have me, to be the only woman who will ever have me..." "Terry....that sounds like a very good idea..." He gives you a delicious smirk before he locks his lips with yours, he could always make you feel light headed weather it was a kiss or more. His hand comes up past your thigh and up to your chest, he slowly and gently pushed you to lie down on the bed as he stayed in place, still kneeling inbetween your legs.

"This dress your wearing is giving me this primal feeling inside baby girl, but...we also can't get you too untidy can we? It's better to keep this dress on" "I don't understand? How can-" He stops you mid sentence by grabbing your hips and pulling towards his chest in one quick pull. "Were going to have to look presentable when we go back downstairs don't we? So just lie back and enjoy..." His finger pulls your underwear to the side, and be slowly round his tounge agsinst your sensitive and swollen clit. It makes you shudder and he starts going a little faster, just giving you a moment to get used to his tounge. But it appears he simply can't control himself as he buries his face inbetween your legs and holds you closer by grabbing your hips and not letting go. No matter how many times he does this, it always feels electrifying, and you know your hips are going to be bruised by his fingers but you were so far from caring. A strong orgams starts to build as he tounge shows you no mercy, and your grab and pull at the bed sheets, desperate to hold onto something as it builds more and more. You wanted to pull at his hair, but you know if you did, it would mess it up, so bed sheets it is.

"Oh jesus! God Terry!" You try so hard to keep the internal scream inside of you, but when he makes your legs shake and your body feel waves of ultimate extacy, you can't control yourself. He never let's go and he never stops despite you writhing on the bed and moaning and whimpering. You didn't think you could cope with this orgasm, that was until he finaly stoped after making you feel another 2 earth shattering orgasms. You were lead on the bed trying to catch your breath as he leaned up over you. "My god baby girl, you taste so sweet. Let's take a few minutes for you to get your breath back and we can head back to the party. Bit don't worry, when everyone goes home, I'll give you even more of what you deserve, and there will be no need to hold back either" "Now that Terry, sounds like a very good idea..."

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Talk to me (Christen Press x Reader)

I wrote this in like an hour after finishing work at midnight so who knows if it’s any good. As always let me know what you think and send me any ideas you might want me to write :)

Words: 1.1K

"I don't know what's going on with her Tobin, she's distancing herself from me." It had been happening for the last couple of weeks. Y/n had started spending more time with the other girls and less time with me. She would cancel date night, not come back until after I was asleep, she used to text me telling me she loved me or missed me even when we were only apart for an hour, we were the couple that would always be holding hands and touching. That had all stopped suddenly with no indication as to why. In all honestly, it had me scared. I didn't know why things had changed and couldn't help wondering if maybe there was someone else or she just didn't want me anymore.

"Have you talked to her about it?" I shook my head. There hadn't been a good time to bring it up, plus I was terrified of what the outcome to that conversation could be.

"You'll never know unless you do."

"I know, but I'm scared of what will happen if I do, what if she's decided she doesn't want to be with me anymore or she found someone else? I-I don't want to let her go Tobin, I love her so much. If I don't talk to her about it, I can't lose her."

"Chris, I don't think that's it. Y/n loves you so much, it's kinda gross, but the only way to know for sure is to talk to her about it. If you don't then you might just lose her anyway." Of course Tobin was right, I knew that we needed to talk, I just didn't know how to start the conversation.

Y/n wasn't in our room, that much I knew so I decided to hang out with Tobin for a bit longer. If I went back to our room now, then I would just work myself up more. After about an hour, I decided to head back with the hopes of catching Y/n. There was part of me that didn't want her to be there, I was still terrified of what the conversation would bring. On the other hand, I felt more ready to have this conversation with her. Either way, it couldn't be avoided for much longer. Surprisingly, Y/n was in the room, but it looked like she was getting ready to go out.

I cleared my throat to make my presence known, "Hey babe."

"Hi Chris, I'm heading out with some of the girls, don't wait up." It surprised me a bit when she kissed my cheek quickly. That surprise made me more determined to have this conversation. My girlfriend kissing me on the cheek should not be something that surprises me, it should be a fairly normal part of a relationship and up until recently it was normal for us. Before I could back out, I stopped her just as she was about to leave.

Y/n wouldn't look at me, but thankfully did stop. I don't know what I would have done if she hadn't, "What's up?"

"Can we talk?"

"Um I can't right now, I'm already late."

"Y/n please, there's something going on and, and I'm terrified that it's going to ruin us, I don't want to lose you Y/n, but it feels like I already am. Please just talk to me. Do you not want me anymore? Is there someone else?" I didn't stop the tears from falling as I practically begged her. I wanted her to know I was hurting, maybe then she would be willing to talk.

Y/n POV

Seeing Christen cry almost broke me, I never wanted to hurt her. I knelt down in front of her and cupped her cheeks before wiping the tears away, "Baby, please don't cry. You are not going to lose me. I swear on everything I am that there is no one else, you are everything I want and more. I know I haven't been the best lately, I'm sorry."

Christen laced her fingers with mine, squeezing gently, "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on."

I pulled one of my hands away so I could text the girls to leave without me so they would show up, before turning my attention back to Christen. My nerves were through the roof. Talking about feelings that weren't happy or angry was never easy for me, but I knew it was something we needed to talk about. I was hurting Christen, something that I had vowed to never do. Christen must have sensed my nerves because she got down on the floor in front of me so our knees were touching and never let go of my hands, "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

After a few seconds of playing with her fingers, I finally got the thoughts out, "I got insecure. Started feeling like I was too clingy or annoying especially when I get hyperactive or in one of my weird moods. Like you're just going to get tired of me then leave me for someone better, more normal. I thought if I backed off a bit then you wouldn't want to leave me."

"Hey, look at me." Christen hooked her fingers under my chin to force me to meet her eyes, "I love that you are clingy. Be goofy with me, be all over me, hold me, kiss me, annoy me, text me all day. Don't ever stop, it shows me that you love me, that you want to be around me. I will never get tired of you Y/n, there is no one out there better than you. I don't want normal, I want the hyperactiveness, the goofiness, the sappiness. I want you, that includes everything about you."

"Marry me."

"What?"

I pulled out the ring box I've had in my jacket pocket since I bought it a few weeks ago. This wasn't how I was planning on asking her, but in this moment I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to marry her more than anything in this world, "I'm asking you to marry me Christen. I want to spend our nights eating cereal on the floor even though we have a perfectly fine table behind us. We can go to the movies and sit in the backrow just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time. We'll paint the rooms of our house and get more paint on us than the walls. We can hold hands, wrapped up in each other as we drink wine out of the bottle in the bathtub. Slow dance with me in our bedroom with an unmade bed and candles on the nightstand. Let me love you forever Christen press. Marry me."

Tears started forming in her eyes again as she nodded quickly, "Yes, yes of course I will Y/n."

With shaky hands I slipped the ring on her finger before pulling her into a tight hug, my own tears falling. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Someone who I could be completely myself with, who was patient and would never judge me. She was the person who I swear I loved more than life itself and I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with her.

[swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat]

Daffodils

Beetlejuice x Reader

You find out BJ really likes flowers (although he won't admit it), and you prepare a surprise for him.

Because someone actually complained calling my last fic cringy and I'm petty so I tried writing something even cheesier. Thanks for the inspo 👌

Enjoy!

Warnings: corny, cheesy pet names, pillow fort, flowers, lots of flowers

Gender Neutral Reader

It was your typical movie night with Beej at the Deetzlands.

Except that tonight BJ had decided to surprise you by building a pillow fort in the living room where you usually watch your movies. Although he said he built it himself from scratch, you're pretty sure he used help from his magic to make it. Still, it was a nice gesture and it looked pretty cozy.

"Now for the final touch, we need some popcorn", he said, "wait here babes"

"Wait, can't you just conjure it... And he's gone" you say baffled.

"Hey y/n", you hear Lydia's voice as she comes into the room, "... a pillow fort? Really?"

Normally she would join you in your movie nights, but tonight she had to finish a group project for her class.

You shrug, about to say something but before you could reply, Beetlejuice pops up out of nowhere in a cloud of green smoke and smacks your cheek with a loud kiss

"Muaaaah"

Yes, he said that on top of the kiss.

"You guys are gross", Lydia says.

You quickly share a look with Beej, knowing you both were thinking the same thing.

"Oh my! Are we???? Oh noooo!!! Boo boo! She thinks we're gross!!! Ahhhh!!"

"Don't worry pookie, it's okay, she's just jealous of our love", Beej says pulling you into a side hug.

"Well how could I not love someone as...", you start to say trying not to laugh.

"Ugh, how am still friends with you two", says Lydia rolling her eyes as she leaves the room.

Unable to contain it any longer, Beej and you start cracking up uncontrollably.

"Pookie? seriously?", you ask.

"I couldn't help myself sweetness"

"Oh god, we sound like the Maitlands"

"Y'know babes, I'd normally scare the pants off of anyone who compared me to those two" says Beej poking your side, and you smack his hand.

"What do you mean my sweet poo bear? Do you not like it when I pamper my little meow meow?", you ask taking both of his cheeks in your hands and pressing them, but Beetlejuice pulls your hands away.

"I... never thought, I'd ever hear anyone actually call me that", he says smirking.

You snicker, "you love it"

"Shut up"

"So, what movie should we start the night with?", you ask turning your attention to TV.

"Whatever you want sugar, this one's on you, but next week I get to choose, how's that?"

"Sounds good to me"

In the end you both settled for a Tim Burton marathon.

"Ugh, flowers are so cheesy", Beej grumbles when you get to the daffodil scene in Big Fish.

"Are they?"

"Uh yeah? Like, I don't get what's so special about flowers.

The second you get them, you have to put them in a vase. And not just that, but you have to cut every stem an inch up diagonally before placing them...

Then add to the fact that after they inevitably die, so it's basically a dead plant. Unless you're into dead things...", he says leaning his face too close to you.

You push him away, rolling your eyes, "they're not that bad"

"Sure they are colorful and pretty, and look nice when you put them in a room," he continues his hair turning a bit pink, "plus it's not like you can find any in the Netherworld, everything there is colorless and lifeless. But it's not as if just giving someone flowers is enough to make them fall for you, that's ridiculous!

Believe me babes, I've tried"

You were sure most of the stories he told were made up, but you didn't say anything.

"Mmm I don't know bug, if I didn't know any better I'd say you actually like flowers", you tell him with a smirk.

"Me? Like flowers?"

"Yeah?"

"Ha! Babes, please, as if"

"Then why did your hair turn pink?"

"What? No it didn't?!", he exclaims looking up and passing a hand through his hair as if trying to comb whatever pink might be left in there away.

"Ok, if you say so"

You both go back to watching the movie. But you couldn't stop thinking about it. What if he actually liked them?

"Do you though?"

"Do I what?"

"Like flowers? Like, would you like it if someone gave you some?"

"Uhhhhh," he mutters, "look babes! They're robbing a bank!"

"Right", you say deciding not to push him.

Ever since that day however, you had a slight suspicion that Beej actually loved flowers but wouldn't admit it, you had already seen him looking longingly at movie scenes with flowers in them, or stealing some from Barbara's small garden, but now you were more certain, still you decided to run a little experiment to test it out.

"Hey BJ, can I try something I saw on the internet out on you?", you ask him one day.

"I don't know what you're up to toots, but sure I'll bite", he says with curiosity.

"Ok, so I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you have to answer with the first thing that comes to your mind as fast as you can, you can't stop to rethink your answer, ok?"

"Ok, shoot...", he replies eyeing you suspiciously.

"What's your favorite animal?

"What kind of question..."

"Common, quick answer"

"Uhh, Sandworm"

"Favorite sex position", you decide to try to get him more engaged.

"Now we're talking!"

"Answer!"

"Anything is fine as long as it's with you sugartits"

You blush, ok, maybe that didn't work.

"Favorite color"

"Green"

"Favorite planet"

"Uranus"

Of course he would say that.

"Favorite time of the day"

"Booty call hour"

"Favorite music"

"70s rock"

"Favorite movie"

"The Exorcist"

"Favorite flower?"

"Daffodils", he says before he can catch himself.

A look of shock crosses his face.

You're just as shocked as he is. You didn't think your little trick would work.

"I... I mean. Flowers? What do you mean favorite flower babes? Pshhh I told you I don't like flowers"

"I'm pretty sure I heard you say Daffodils"

"No you didn't"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did"

You just stay like that staring at each other.

He breaks first, "ugh, fine! It's daffodils! And I like flowers! Are you happy now?"

"I knew it", you chuckle.

"You probably think I'm weird now"

"You were already weird"

"Touche"

Yep, definitely likes flowers.

...

A month passed since that, and neither of you mention it again.

It had been a while since you wanted to do something nice for him.

You thought it would be sweet if you could surprise Beej by recreating that scene from Big Fish.

So, with some help of the Maitlands, you got and arranged daffodil bouquets in the attic, as well as some other flowers (granted you didn't get as many as in the movie, flowers can be pretty expensive), while Lydia distracted him.

You also put some in the front yard that could be seen from the rooftop, trying to stay at least a bit faithful to the film.

And with everything ready, and the Maitlands going away to give you two space, it was time to bring the ghoul up to the rooftop and attic, and show him the surprise you prepared for him.

You found him in Lydia's room making some prank calls with the teenager. When Lydia spotted you she gave you a knowing smile.

"Hey Beej can I show you something?"

"Sure, baby what's up?"

"Put this on and follow me", you order him giving him a blindfold and offering your hand.

"Ohhh sweet cheeks, I didn't think you were into that kinda stuff, not that I'm complaining...", he purrs as he puts the blindfold on and takes your hand.

You guide him to the rooftop.

"Oh babycakes, why didn't you tell me you..."

"Ok, take the blindfold off", you tell him once you were in the rooftop, positioning him so that he was facing the flowers below.

He starts to take it off, "ready to get some...", he starts to say but stops when he lais eyes on the yellow flowers spread all across the front yard.

He didn't say anything, he just stood there looking at the flowers.

You started to get you a little nervous, were you wrong in thinking he would like this?

"Beej?"

"Y/n what is this?"

"I... you know, it's like in Big Fish. Remember that scene with the daffodils? And how you told me they were your favorite flower? I... I thought maybe you would...", you didn't get to finish, as Beetlejuice pulled you into a hug and squeezed the air out of you.

"Bee, you're choking me", you manage to get out, and he releases his grip on you.

"Sorry babes, it's just no one has ever...", he starts to say sniffing.

Was he crying? Oh my god he was, and his hair was completely pink.

He hugs you again, and you hug him back.

You stay like that for a little longer, running your hands through his back.

"Is this a good time to tell you that's not everything I got you?", you ask as you pull away.

He looks at you confused, "what do you mean?", he asks still sniffing.

"Come back inside"

You lead him back to the attic and towards the little flower display you prepared with the Maitlands.

To say Beetlejuice was surprised would be an understatement.

"Babes!!!!!", he exclaims adorably.

"And that's not all"

You grab a flower crown you made the night before and come up from behind him placing it in his head before hugging him. And he's just left standing there speechless, his suit and hair both a really bright pink.

"Do you like it?", you ask him trying to get a a response out of him, "I really wanted to do something nice for you and give you a surprise"

"Oh sugar, that's not the only thing you gave me" he purrs, composing himself. And looking back at you, with a suggestive smile.

You notice a few strands of his hair turning magenta as you go completely red.

...

He went around wearing his flower crown everywhere he went for the rest of the week, talking about what a happy little ghoul he was and how loved he felt.

[seokmins]

Picture Perfect — KMG

“Can’t you just see our happy future together? It’ll be picture-perfect, babe.”

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💞 🄿🄰🄸🅁🄸🄽🄶: Kim Mingyu x female!reader 📚 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: Fluff, Minor Angst if you know, Established relationship!au, College!au, Photographer!au 🌟 🅁🄰🅃🄸🄽🄶: PG 💬 ⓌⒸ: 2.2k ⚠️ 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Brief pregnancy/birth mentions, Maybe some swearing, Pretty tame really and super fluffy — IDK if there's really much, just lmk if I missed anything :3

💫(っ ◔◡◔)っɛƖ۷'ʂ ŋơɬɛʂ 💕:

Domestic!gyu for the win :3 this one is the second installation in Life Through the Lenses (congrats to myself for writing another part in a series) I finally finished this, it's been sitting in my drafts for a bit. I'm really excited (morbidly) for the next drabble :3 I hope you enjoy this one!

A breeze blowing across the Han River tickled your cheeks and you closed your eyes with a deep inhale. The sun was just beginning its descent, tinging the horizon with an orangish hue that melted into the early evening’s yellowing sky above. Dying rays of light caused waves of heat to dance across your skin.

Golden hour.

“You aren’t gonna get any good shots like that.”

The warmth of Mingyu’s hand on your back had you opening your eyes to grin at him, despite his teasing remark.

“It’s not the shot I want anyway.”

“Hm…” Mingyu pressed a kiss to your ear before moving away, “what about this one?”

You shook your head as he struck a pose, toothy smile on full display. Even a stranger couldn’t deny that the radiant view paled in comparison to your bubbly husband. There was nothing ever stopping you from capturing his silly shenanigans and today would be no exception.

Now breathless from making you laugh, he pulled you into his side. The precious DSLR hanging from the leather strap around his neck — just like yours — prevented him from giving you the back hugs the both of you had come into the habit of doing. You weren’t sure when it became common practice to enjoy a view that way but you figured it was something that you would always do.

“Stop distracting me.”

“Oh, me? Distracting? No way.”

You hated how smug he dared to look. “I know you’re doing this just so I won’t beat your score.”

“I would never.”

“Uh-huh, that doesn’t explain why you kept sneezing on me last time.”

He sniffed pitifully, only for dramatics. “I can’t help I have allergies.”

“But you can help which direction you blow your snot. I love you but not quite that much.”

“Aw c’mon, babe, we’ve been swapping spit for years now,” Mingyu whined in protest when you gently pushed him away so you could get closer to the bank of the river. “Just be honest, your love for being at the top of our class is greater than your love for me. It’s okay. I can handle the truth.”

You gasped. “You’re so childish, Kim Mingyu. How dare you even hold my scores against me when I accepted your ring on my finger, not the university’s. And don't change the subject, I know you were sneezing on me on purpose!”

His brown eyes always sparkled almost as much as the diamond on your left hand whenever anyone mentioned or glanced at it. Like he couldn't believe you were married. As if he didn’t first place the band on your hand himself two years ago.

“Sure, Kim [Y/N], whatever makes you feel better. I’ll have you know, though… I may love getting the top scores but I respect my woman more.”

“Keep saying that if it makes you sleep better at night.”

Despite his long limbs that tangled constantly with yours, sleeping with your husband was the most comfortable thing in the world. You loved the home that the two of you had, a safe space. One you dreamed of raising your children in the near future. Very near.

That was why you wanted to complete your photoshoot and hurry home but the sky continued its changing hues without a rush. Silently urging you to wait. Time marched on at its own uninterrupted pace — a blessing and a curse you’d one day truly realize.

Mingyu flopped down on the grass. “Golden hour has almost passed, babe. Don’t tell me you’re still trying to get something.”

Honestly, the two of you had been at it all day. He’d woken up at the first sign of sunbeams to catch the morning dew dripping off of the tree outside your porch. After that, you made him drive you around Seoul’s most popular attractions all day while he casually took a few shots here and there.

You liked to challenge yourself. The thought had suddenly hit at the cliché dating location where even you had experienced a mortifying first kiss. As competitive as he is, Mingyu made it his mission to dispel that unmemorable moment by quite literally stealing your breath away when it was his turn to take you there.

That’s where your inspiration sparked. You loved photography because while you could capture beautiful moments and memorialize them forever, oftentimes it wasn’t just the view in the frame that held all the beauty and magic. Where others would see the skies over Han River during the mystic time before the sun truly set, you would reminisce precious moments with your lover. And perhaps others had untold stories, prompted to appear once more in their memories when looking at your snapshot. Art of all kinds was meant to be perceived from differing angles. To connect the viewer to a medium that lets their imagination, emotions, and thoughts take off.

You loved the contemplation. The hidden messages. The thrall.

Mingyu teased and said you were crazy. But deep down, you knew he was drawn to the tug as well. The two of you found much amusement when dragging your chaotic friend group to the quiet museums for their input and contemplations.

A rare use of brain cells.

Only ten minutes later and your husband had given up trying to convince you to call quits, his camera stored safely away in its leather satchel for the day. You’d seen out of the corner of your eye the sneaky pictures he’d taken when he thought you weren’t paying attention. That was nothing new. The two of you shamelessly got your films developed with dozens more pictures of each other than assignments a countless number of times.

Now he sat behind you, arms gently draped around your waist so as to not accidentally mess up a shot you might take. Gazing over your shoulder, he appreciatively grunted at the view through your lens.

“Blue hour? Not enough people are patient for it, God, you know Kami will love it.”

“Of course, I know. Only a professor’s favorite student would present them with exemplary results.”

“Just because he’s your favorite doesn’t mean you’re his.”

You chuckled, turning around to boop his nose. “Jealous much? How in the world will you act when we have children?”

“That’s different,” he pouted, arms tightening around you almost imperceptibly. “That’ll be our children, not some fifty-year-old gramps.”

“He’s not that old.”

“He’s not that young either.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back into Mingyu’s embrace still waiting for that perfect moment. But perhaps it was a perfect moment for a different subject.

“…What do you think about having children, Gyu?”

“I’d love to.”

“You didn’t even hesitate.”

“Why should I when we’ve talked about it before? It’s something I’ve always wanted with you… of course, it’s what you want too — whenever you’re ready.”

“Gee, thanks I should think so. I’ll be the one carrying them for nine months!”

“And I’ll do whatever I can to help you through it.” He squeezed you even tighter. Of course, he would. “But… what makes you bring that up now…?”

You tried to hide your smile at the lingering hopefulness in his voice, not that he could really see your face in this position. “I think someone’s getting baby fever lately. I’ve noticed a few new books on the bookshelves we never use.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Darling, I used to love The Magic Treehouse just as much as anyone but that’s not something even you would read right now.”

“… Joshua gave them to me.”

“Why would Shua give you Polar Bears Past Bedtime? Is he into that? Why would he even have it?”

“They… came free with my textbook?”

“Is it because Yejun still thinks she can woo you? A married man? My married man?”

“No, no babe. Okay. I bought them, I admit it.”

Of course, you knew that all along. But you couldn’t help but tease him just like he always did to you.

“They’re good choices. However, they might be a little too advanced for our baby right away, don’t you think?”

A beat of silence.

In that millisecond beat, the whole world paused. The sky, the breeze blowing, the waves on the water, the hum of the city, your own breath as your husband stared at the hand you placed on your stomach. Maybe even Mingyu’s brain paused until —

“[Y/N], d-did you just say… our b-baby?”

It was impossible to wiggle out of his arms so you craned your neck to look into his wonderstruck eyes, joyful confirmation reflected in your own.

“I had some suspicions, took a test, and then dropped by the clinic yesterday to confirm. I wanted to surprise you formally but… it just felt right to tell you now.”

“We’re… having a baby? We’re having a baby… We’re having a baby!” He nuzzled your neck, hand wrapping around yours already protective of your stomach as you laughed. “[Y/N], we’re having a baby!”

“Yes, Gyu. Yes, we are!”

“Oh, my god… we’re having a baby.”

He kept repeating it like a mantra. With the way he was shaking, you might’ve been worried he was crying but you knew he was jittering from the excitement he couldn’t contain. You were absolutely overjoyed, the world suddenly a brighter place despite the physical growing darkness of the sky above.

“Are we gonna have a girl or boy? Do you know yet?”

You smiled. “It’s too early to tell. What do you want?”

“I’ll be happy with either, maybe both? Two of each?”

“Don’t push your luck. Seokmin cried for days after his wife absolutely tore him a new one in the delivery room and said no more twins ever again.”

“Then we can always just try again. If we have a girl first, she’ll be as fierce as you are with Chan.”

“If we have a baby girl, you’ll be too overprotective of her.”

“I don’t see why that’s a bad thing.”

You sighed. “You’ll never let her get a partner, that’s for sure.”

“Of course, I’d be protective of our child. Even a son needs protected.”

He was absolutely right. Imagining a child that was the result of the love between Mingyu and you — nobody could ever prepare you for the giddiness you were feeling and the way you would want to shield them from all the badness of the world. You knew he was happy but you had to hear his confirmation. Just for the sake of hearing it aloud.

“So… you’re happy? You want this right?”

“Without a doubt, this is the second-best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Second-best?”

“You know falling in love with you will always be first.”

You shared a sweet kiss but you couldn’t help but warn him. “You better not let them know they’re second-best or they’ll get a complex.”

He laughed loudly, the adrenaline still rushing through. “Can’t you just see our happy future together? It’ll be picture-perfect, babe.”

You could see it, almost like a movie of the future flashed before your eyes. Of a baby’s cries, tiny feet racing down the hallway, messy diapers, the scent of fresh milk, babbly giggles, sleepless nights, all of your friends and their families coming over, Mingyu’s warm breakfast for more than just the two of you daily, and all the wonderful snapshots that capture each and every memorable moment along the way. Everything you’ve ever wanted and would ever need. You prayed nothing would change no matter how hard things got so that this happiness would last forever because it was picture-perfect.

Just like the view in front of you. Finally, the sky had turned a delightful myriad of cobalt blues. The stars beginning to faintly twinkle beside the luminous moon. The breeze chilled slightly but you were warm. Glowing with a warmth of love and wrapped in your beloved’s arms as his hand enveloped yours as you picked up your camera.

It took several tries to get the right shot. Both of your hands were still trembling, the lenses blurring in and out of focus. And when you finally took it, it was the loveliest thing you’d ever seen. It didn’t matter what others thought and saw or didn’t. Whether or not they had untold stories hidden within the limited range of your lenses or not, only you and Mingyu shared a secret of your own. That’s why you had grinned at each other mischievously when hanging it in a frame on the wall of the nursery.

But when you held your wailing son in your arms after extremely long, hellish hours of contractions and cursing at your anxious husband, nothing tied it all together better than when he whipped out his camera.

Even the doctors broke into laughter at your scowl, hair matted and sweaty as he fumbled with it in his hands still spasming from your vice-like grip.

“Say kimchi, baby Yeongcheol and my beloved [Y/N]. No, don’t make that face love, see even Cheollie’s smiling!”

“Put that camera away before I do it for you, Gyu.”

“Whatever you say now won’t even affect me. Not after what you were spewing just moments ago.”

“Mingyu,” you grumbled but Yeongcheol’s sudden babbling had you smiling down at him. An opportunity your husband victoriously took.

“Beautiful,” he whispered to himself. “It’s picture-perfect.”

You couldn’t help but agree when he showed it to you later in a much better mood.

dokyeomblr: December 2021 — Picture Perfect ©

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part one] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPov!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A night out drinking leads to a small misunderstanding with a handsome, yet dangerous man. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,894 words

note: edited this so it could still be read as a reader fic! it's actually a lot of fun writing in first person! hope those who read this enjoy my first bsd fic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

I've experienced a lot of amazing things since I've moved to Japan. A new job in a different country, new co-workers and friends, work parties, themed bars, cafes, and hookups with pretty strangers. There was a long list of great things I've had going on, and a long list of things I've never expected... and being fired from the job I had for a year was not one of them.

"A year of hard work... for nothing," I mumbled bitterly as I sat at the bar with my close friend, and now ex-coworker, Keiko. She was beautiful, with long black hair and brown eyes. She frowned, a sympathetic look on her pretty face as she sighed.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "I'm sure you'll find something else soon! You have an awesome resume, and you're an amazing worker who can speak English, Japanese AND Spanish... there is totally a place for you out there!"

Keiko has always been supportive and enthusiastic, a really bright and friendly girl who made it her mission to befriend me as soon as I started working with her. She was relentless, and soon enough, I found myself spending many hours with the woman.

"Yeah..." I just mumbled again and she laughed softly.

"It's okay to mope... that's why I brought you here!"

"Yeah, about that," I started, sending Keiko a look as I swiveled the stool so my body faced her. "Why did you bring me here?" As soon as the work day was done, Keiko immediately dragged me to what was clearly a mafia bar. That didn't surprise me, since she was actually dating a mafioso.

A mafioso, who was part of the Port Mafia. It wasn't long after I moved to Yokohama that I started to hear stories about the organization, and was also warned not to cross them. Of course, with my luck, I became best friends with someone who dated someone who was in the Port Mafia. How a sweet girl like Keiko ended up with a man like him, I'll never know.

What I do know is that Taichi adored Keiko, gave her everything she could possibly want and need with the money he makes, and that was just being a normal grunt! Even so, it was dangerous, but Keiko didn't seem to mind.

"I come here with Taichi all the time," Keiko answered, sipping her drink. I turned to sip on my own. "You can't tell me it isn't luxurious." It was. My jaw had dropped to the floor when we first stepped into the very luxurious bar. "Don't worry about it, okay? Drink your sadness away! You're safe here. Since I am Taichi's woman, and you're with me, nothing will happen, okay?"

"Where is Taichi anyway?" I asked, glancing over her shoulder when I spotted a group of men walking in through the entrance. I missed the way the light left Keiko's eyes, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. My eyes were on the men, which in the middle was a man with orange hair, a black hat adorning his head. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, my eyes looking at the very handsome man up and down. I swallowed thickly.

"He had a job tonight and couldn't make it. He'll be home to- hey, what are you looking at?" Annoyed at me ignoring her, she turned in her seat, a shocked look on her face before she smiled tightly.

"Taichi! I thought you had an assignment!"

"Hey, babe! We finished early, which was quite surprising, honestly."

The couple embraced and I barely registered the mushy love between the two as I watched the ginger man lead the rest of the group further into the bar. He walked by me, and before I knew it, dark blue eyes were staring right at me, eyebrows furrowed.

"The hell are you looking at?" he sneered and my face turned red, heart dropping in my chest.

"No one! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, quickly turning back around and facing the bar.

"Tch. Whatever," the man only responded before walking off.

"You look like a cherry," Taichi said, clearly amused. I sent him a half-hearted glare, Keiko slapping his chest lightly.

"Be nice to her. She got fired today."

"Ohh, that sucks. If you need help-"

"She won't take it," Keiko said with a huff. "Stubborn ass."

I rolled my eyes at her, biting my lip nervously as I fiddled with my glass. "So uh... who was that guy? With the hat?"

Taichi blinked. "Oh, that's Chuuya Nakahara."

"Is he part of the Port Mafia?"

Taichi barked out a laugh, Keiko giggling softly behind her hand.

"Baby... he's an executive. Chuuya works closely with the leader of the Port Mafia."

"And I work under Chuuya," Taichi finished, amused at how wide my eyes have gotten at the answer.

"You mean to tell me... I pissed off... an executive member..." I was dismayed, heart pounding in my chest.

"Hmm, probably. Don't go home alone tonight," Taichi grinned as I balked, clearly having fun torturing me.

"Taichi! Babe, don't listen to him."

I gulped nervously, downing the rest of my drink before signaling to the bartender to get me another one.. "R-right..." Despite my better judgment, I turned my head, looking towards the obvious VIP section of the bar. Chuuya sat with some other grunts, a glass of what seemed to be red wine in his hand. Of course, his eyes found mines yet again and I whipped my head back around. Fuck, I did it again! I quickly downed the newly made drink, unaware of Chuuya's eyes narrowing as he watched me.

"Nooo, do you have to go?" a drunk Keiko whined as she latched onto my arm, a forever amused Taichi watching on. "Don't leave me with hiiiiiiim."

"I want to go home, dammit," I huffed, successfully peeling her off of me and handing her to her boyfriend. "I have to start job hunting tomorrow. Thank you for bringing me here, I do feel better and I love you but... I'm tired."

"Ugh, you are such an old lady!" Keiko whined again and I couldn't help but laugh, turning to start walking towards the exit.

"Goodnight, you too. Please get her home safe, Taichi."

"I wouldn't count on it~"

I rolled my eyes at his teasing, leaving the two behind as I left the bar. I stepped out into the cool night air, shivering a bit as I closed my cardigan tightly around me. I wore a simple but cute outfit; a black dress with burgundy tights underneath, black flats on my feet and my favorite tan cardigan over the entire outfit. It helped me fight off a bit of the cold, but as I started to walk down the block, I grabbed my phone to start searching through my usual rideshare app.

I didn't get far. My phone cluttered to the ground as it fell out my hands, a gasp leaving my mouth as I was slammed against the nearby brickwall of a narrow, dark alleyway.

"Who the fuck are you?" a familiar voice hissed and I'm shocked to find Chuuya Nakahara glaring daggers at me, his strong hands pinning my arms against the wall. He growled when I didn't answer. "Answer me! Who sent you here?!"

"N-No one!" I cried out, shaking like a leaf. Of course, of course I would be confronted by a fucking high level member of one of the most dangerous organizations in Japan. "I swear, I just came here with my friend."

Chuuya growled again and he flipped me around, pressing my front against the wall. "Stay still," he grunted, and my face started to heat up as I felt his gloved hands quickly feel along my body. He was frisking me, and I gulped when he shoved his hand under my dress, producing the knife I had strapped to my thigh.

"I carry that to protect myself," I immediately explained, Chuuya turning me around again to face him. His eyes were still narrowed, staring me down as if trying to figure out what the hell I was up to.

"And the bouncer didn't pat you down?" he questioned and I shook my head quickly.

"No, he didn't pat me or Keiko down."

"Tch, that's Taichi's woman," he said, though he still looked at me with narrow eyes, hesitating a bit before he turned my knife in his hand, handing it back to me hilt first. "You sure know how to make yourself look suspicious."

I cringed a bit as I strapped my knife to my thigh strap again. I missed how Chuuya's eyes lingered, him licking his lips. "That's my fault I... I know I was staring..." I could feel my face heat up again and I couldn't even look Chuuya in his face. "S-sorry if I creeped you out. I don't mean any harm. Keiko brought me here 'cause I got fired and she wanted to help me feel better..."

"Hm," was his only reply, crossing his arms over his chest. "What you do to fuck up?"

My mouth fell and I sputtered as I tried to come up with the words. "What do you mean?! I didn't fuck up!" I protested. "It literally came out of nowhere! I worked my ass off all year, only to get fired 'cause I wasn't what they needed anymore. Fucking bullshit."

Chuuya was amused by my little vent, snickering a bit as he gave me a quick look up and down. "I'm sure it wasn't your winning personality."

I scoffed. "Says the one that shoved a random woman against a wall?! That hurt, you bastard!"

Chuuya raised his eyebrows at me, and I immediately slapped my hands over my mouth.

Oh no. Fuck, I forgot who I was talking to.

Chuuya snickered again, his eyes flashing in amusement. He stepped closer to me, making me press back against the wall again. Chuuya leaned his face close to mine, a smug smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Be careful who you talk to like that," he hummed, and I shivered despite feeling some of his body heat. "Someone might just cut out your tongue for talking back like that. Me? Well, it'd be a waste, especially when I think of all the things I could make you do with it."

I squeaked, the heat never leaving my face as I stared at Chuuya with a puzzled expression on my face. The sudden switch up was giving me whiplash... and lowkey turning me on. "I..." I stuttered, looking away and finally noticing my phone still on the ground. "Crap, I hope it's not broken."

I rushed over to pick my phone up, ignoring Chuuya's hard stare on me. I looked over my phone, sighing in relief when I saw that it had sustained no damages.

Chuuya then stepped up to me, jerking his head back towards the bar before walking off. "Let me take you home. Take that as an apology for being so rough on you."

I blinked. "Um..."

"Hurry up!"

"Okay!" I squeaked and followed after the man quickly, chewing on my lip as I asked myself... what the fuck was I doing? Am I really about to get inside this man's car? He was a stranger! Who frisked me! Let alone, he is clearly a dangerous man.

I must be insane.

"Tell me," Chuuya started and I was dumbfounded as he approached a rather cool looking motorcycle. No way. "What the hell were you being so creepy for?" He turned to me and asked, an all-knowing smirk on his face. I blushed deeply. Of course, he already was able to figure it out once he realized that I wasn't a threat.

"No reason," I huffed out, earning a low laugh as Chuuya grabbed the only helmet I could see. I looked at him confused, gasping when he unceremoniously placed the helmet over my head. "What about you?"

"I don't need it," Chuuya simply answered before he finally mounted his bike. "Come on, you little liar. Hop on."

I couldn't help but stare, my mouth going dry as I took in the image of this handsome bastard with his bike. The engine roared as he turned it on, revving it a bit and making me make a mess in my panties.

"Hey, ya done eyefucking me, dollface?"

I sputtered. "I was NOT eyefucking you!" I stormed over to the bike, glaring at the grinning bastard as I climbed onto the bike behind him.

Chuuya snorted. "Yeah, like you weren't eyefucking me earlier in the bar," he retorted, easily reaching behind him to grab my wrists, pulling me against his back as he wrapped my arms around him. I was stunned silent, from his words, and his actions and the fact that his back felt so solid.... and he smelled so good...

"I was not..." I mumbled, pressing my cheek against his back. "Shut the fuck up."

He laughed darkly, and that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Where do you live?" Chuuya asked and I hesitantly told him my address. "I know where that is. Hold on."

"You do? It's on the other side of the city," I said and Chuuya just chuckled softly, looking over his shoulder and smirking at me.

"And who exactly runs this city?"

I clamped my mouth shut, his eyes staring into mine. I blushed and looked away from him. He turned his head back around with an amused laugh, the engine revving as he took off on his bike.

"Hold tight, dollface!"

He didn't have to tell me twice, my arms tightening around his torso as he sped down the street, weaving in and out of traffic. It was scary, but also so fucking exhilarating. My heart was thudding in my chest, my eyes watering because of the wind. Still, I kept them open, wanting to watch the world blur by us. Chuuya made a sharp, right turn, making me scream while he laughed loudly. 

"Man up!" he yelled at me.

"Stop driving like a crazy person!" I yelled back.

I didn't see the large, almost evil smirk that grew on Chuuya's face. Didn't see him licking his lips excitedly as he eyed a rather tall building coming up ahead.

"Tell me, dollface," he hollered back at me, revving the engine and I gulped as I held him tighter, his bike going faster. A bad feeling started to settle in my stomach, balking when he asked his next question. "Do you want to defy gravity?"

I didn't have time to answer, not when I finally realized that we were heading right towards the side of the building. I couldn't even scream, fear striking me as I suddenly started to see red, body jostling as Chuuya maneuvered the bike to jump in the air.... before landing perfectly on the side of the building and continuing vertically up towards the sky.

"Don't let go!" Chuuya sneered. Like that was ever going to happen.

I didn't dare turn my head to look down, my wide eyes staring up into the night sky as we made it closer to the top of the building. I couldn't even think straight, my body just running on nothing but adrenaline and fear.

"Ch-Chuuya!" I gasped out sharply, the bike finally making it to the roof of the building. Chuuya didn't slow down though, only barreling towards the edge and I started to panic. "Chuuya! What are you doing?!"

Chuuya only snickered, revving the engine once more before sending the bike flying off the edge of the building. I squeak and screw my eyes shut, pressing my face against the middle of his back. I didn't want to watch us plummet to our doom.

"Hey, idiot, open your eyes."

I whimpered and shook my head. "N-No..."

Chuuya sucked his teeth. "Just open your eyes! You'll regret it if you don't."

Biting my lip, I wanted a moment before I lifted my head up and opened my eyes, a small gasp leaving my mouth as I looked around me.

We were still floating in the air, biking moving through the sky. The City of Yokohama was lit up beautifully underneath us. I looked over, seeing the ocean at a distance, the ferris wheel lit up and spinning slowly. My mouth had fallen open, eyes wide in wonder. Chuuya was looking back at me, a triumphant grin on his face.

We made it to my apartment and Chuuya stood over me, an amused smile on his face as he watched me melt on the ground after I got off his bike.

"That was intense..." I mumbled, still feeling the effects of flying through the fucking sky. "I shouldn't even be surprised that you're gifted, with the power that you have already in the Port Mafia."

"Yeah, it was pretty great, huh," Chuuya said smugly, gloved hands stuffed in his coat pockets. I laughed softly, slowly standing up with my shaky legs. He took one look at my frazzled state and he grew even more smug. "That's a cute look on you, though if I really had my way with you, you wouldn't even be able to stand."

My face turned hot, sputtering as I tried to respond, but I had nothing to even say. Because the thought of actually inviting Chuuya inside and--

"Fuck..." I breathed out softly, looking at the man standing before me. His eyes didn't leave mine, the heat in them making a shiver go down my spine. "Do you... want to come inside?"

Chuuya fixed his hat on top of his head. "Lead the way, dollface."

"So... your ability lets you control gravity?" I asked once we made it inside the elevator of my apartment building. We were going fifteen stories up, after Chuuya parked his bike safely, of course.

"To put it simply, yes," Chuuya answered, stepping closer to me. I gasped softly when he grabbed my chin, the leather of his glove pressing against my skin. "But we're not here to talk about that." He pressed himself against me fully, leaning his face in until his lips hovered just above mine. I shivered, looking at him with hooded eyes. "This will be a one time thing, dollface."

I nodded, appreciating his honesty. "Of course," I replied just as the elevator stopped on my floor, doors sliding open. I grinned at him. "So let's make it count."

He liked the sound of that, grabbing my wrist and leading me out the elevator. I rushed to my apartment, grabbing my keys and hurriedly unlocking the door before opening it.

The door slammed shut as Chuuya immediately pressed me against it, his lips on mine in a fervorous kiss. I knocked his hat off his head as I ran my fingers through Chuuya's hair, moaning when his hands started to roam all over my body.

"Fuck..." I moaned softly when Chuuya started to kiss down my neck, squealing when he squeezed on my ass.

"Damn... you won't be able to fucking sit right, either," he growled against my neck as he massaged my ass and thighs. "Let's go."

Groaning when he moved himself away from me, I rushed to lead Chuuya to my bedroom, our clothes coming off in the process and making a trail on the floor.

It didn't take us too long to start really going at it, our lust fueling us to incredible heights. Chuuya held my hips tightly with his leather clad hands, thrusting his hard cock in and out of my soaking pussy.

He was fucking me hard, my body just sprawled on the bed as I moaned and grunted from the pleasure this man was giving me. "Fuck, fuck, Chuuya!" I whined, making the man grin widely as he kept his pace. Sweat covered both of our bodies, moans and deep growls mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"That's right, dollface, ride me," Chuuya smirked up at me, now on his back as I bounced up and down on his cock. His hands were right on my hips, his eyes going back and forth between  watching my bouncing breasts and watching his cock disappear inside my heat. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he growled, thrusting up particularly hard and making me toss my head back, screaming when I finally fucking cum.

"Oh my God!" I gasped sharply, still squeezing around him as I began to slow down. "Oh fuck... it's so good," I moaned, reaching out and hooking my finger into Chuuya's black choker. I pulled and he pushed himself up, lips meeting mine in a messy kiss.

I moaned against his mouth, still slowly riding him as his hands ran up and down my sides, the leather cool against my skin. Then, Chuuya placed his hands on my hips, and with a mischievous little smirk, he licked his lips. Immediately, my body started to feel a little bit lighter, and Chuuya started to effortlessly bounce me up and down on his cock, 100% controlling my body with his ability.

"Chuuya..." I moaned his name, head lolling back. He continued to maneuver my body, little grunts and moans leaving his own mouth as he worked to reach his own pleasure, and mine.

I came again, tears falling down my face from the intense pleasure, and that was enough for Chuuya to pull me off of him completely, putting me on my knees before him on the bed. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pushed my head down, stuffing his cock in my mouth.

"Take it," he growled, his hands in my hair and using it to push my head up and down as he fucked my mouth. I moaned around him, a new wave of pleasure washing over me as I let the mafioso use me as he wanted. Soon enough, he exploded into my mouth, and I made sure I swallowed all of him.

"Fuck, that's hot..." Chuuya breathed out when I opened my mouth to show him that I did so. "You're such a good girl, dollface."

That made me flustered and I looked away shyly, earning a chuckle from him. I looked over when I felt him get up from the bed, thinking that he would leave. Instead, he just gave me a look. "Where is your shower?"

We showered together,  which took longer than needed because Chuuya couldn't keep his hands to himself. I was surprised when he climbed into bed with me afterwards, allowing me to cuddle against him as we slowly fell asleep.

I wasn't surprised though, when I woke up the next morning, sore and alone. I didn't get too upset about it, though. Chuuya laid it out clear and I accepted it and moved on.

I sat on my dining room table, looking through the newspaper as I sipped on my morning coffee. I was looking for a new job and figured looking at the local ads wouldn't hurt.

"Hm... let's see..." I whispered, reaching over and grabbing my knife. I ran the tip of it down the paper, stopping when one particular ad stuck out. "Hm... the Armed Detective Agency, huh? Interesting..." I set my knife down, staring at the ad as I took another careful sip of coffee.

-End

[khaleesiofalicante]

this is a very messy ask i apologize

bro. bro i'm in my feels rn.

Literally right after I finished the epilouge I went to the kitchen, made myself a cup of chai tea and then I stared at my bedroom wall for 10 minutes. Even my cat was concerned.

Dude. This fic was a RIDE. And honestly? I don't know what to say. I'm not the best with words and right now I have so many thoughts but my brain is scrambled egg.

which is bad because why am i writing an ask when i can't write the ask.

OK BUT ONE THING. HOW DARE YOU DANI.

I don't simp for men unless they're queer or fictional (or both). That's my rule. That's my own law of nature.

so why am i simping for sebastian stan now huh?? you think this is funny? i got myself disney plus just to watch the shit he's in??? i watched the movie Fresh yesterday??

and ngl that movie traumatized me 🤠 i was highly disturbed.

anyways how dare you cast him as alec now i am ruined thanks a lot.

I also wanted to draw something for the end of tlnd but I'm mentally in a crap place rn (not just because of Fresh i promise!!), so I couldn't do it. Luckily, I know the reason for my poor mental health and it'll all be over very soon. After that, I can look forward to Lbaf <3

I hope you're proud of yourself Dani, because you should be. Tlnd was fucking amazing. That's all I have to say. It was fucking great.

If I find myself able to articulate my many thoughts later today, I shall do so. Until then, get some sleep babes you probably don't sleep enough 😡

<3

i loooooooveeeee yooooouuuu

Thank you so much for loving and supporting - the mains, the sides, the in between. all these hoes. thank you for loving them as much as i do.

my sleep is nonexistent right now but hoping to work on it soon hehe

ps - seb stan is a fucking good pick for alec i said what i said. fresh was insane looool. check out political animals. it's super old but it's one of his better ones :)

[kristaline2dmensimp]

Marco x reader (NSFW)

Warning: Femdom(?), Unprotected sex, slight bdsm.

A/n: Its already oct 7 in my country!!! In all honesty this is my first time writing smut so bare with wrong grammars? 😅 also this is kind a birthday gift to myself. 😁

(ahem @thatbadbruja My friend and fellow Marco simp I won't definitely forget to tag you on my Marco's content. 👀)

1,743 words

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3rd person's POV

This last few days you couldn't sleep well since you started to have this fantasy with your lover a.k.a Marco appearing frequently in your dreams. Moreover, in an outrageous state.

Imagining about taking complete control during your sexy time with Marco's hands tied to the headboard panting and moaning, both body glistening in sweat- wouldn't leave your mind.

Succumbing to your desires, you embarrassingly confessed it to Marco which he responded with a raised brow, but didn't dismiss the idea of it. In fact, he's quite curious; he's more open about his kink and fetishes to you, so hearing you voice out your own desire he's more willing to oblige. Which resulted to being locked inside the privacy of your room, full on liplock sharing a hot intense kiss, pulling away only to breathe; discarding each other's clothing until you were left with only your undergarments and him being completely bare.

"Strawberry will be our safeword." You said pushing him down to the bed, with a small smirk on your face. "I think you're underestimating me Yoi." He chuckled pulling you on top of him mirroring your smirk as you straddle his waist.

Smiling you lean down to his ear before you grind against his pulsating cock, wiping the smirk from his face, prompting a deep groan from the Marco.

"Just a precaution, my dear." You whispered before smashing your lips on his, tongue on the mix, one hand caressing the tattooed part of his well toned chest to distract him while your other hand reached for something on your bedside table.

Marco, of course, isn't one to give up easily, so expect a little challenge from him. He smirked as he tried to gain momentum on the kiss.

Frowning, you hump hard enough into his hardened cock swallowing his moans of pleasure.

He tried to move his hand to touch you but felt half of his strength drained from his body. Pulling away for air, a string of saliva connecting you two, looking up, that's when he realized you had cuffed his hands to the headboard.

'when did....' Marco wondered in shock.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind being tied up for a little while." You said massaging his chest with a small grin.

"Really yoi? Seastone cuffs?" He asked panting fo air looking at you through half lidded eyes. He can't deny he's actually turned on by this.

"I know you're not complaining. So relax, I'll make sure you enjoy it." You said grinning as he gulp seeing the mischievous glint in yoir eyes that made his cock stiffer than usual.

"My, my. You seem really excited." You said feeling his hard member under your clothed sex.

"Well that's your effect on me." Grinning at his reply, you lean down kissing his lips soflty before traveling down to his neck and chest until you came face to face with his aching cock.

You took a hold of his hardened shaft pumping it slightly and his hips instinctively jerk into your hand.

"f-f*ck (____)." He groaned out throwing his head back into the pillow, hands clench and unclenching tugging on the restraints you put on him as you drag your tongue from the underside of his shaft to his tip, licking off the precum before swallowing him.

"Shit f*ck!" He grunted catching him off guard by starting immediately on a fast rhythm, bobbing your head up and down feeling his legs tense up.

"Haa...haa...sh*t you're honna make me cum faster than I thought." Marco moaned accompanied by the rattling of the chains at his futile attempt of breaking free. Not being able to touch your face, your hair, 'anything' are pure torture to him.

Feeling delighted knowing you were responsible for the sound of pleasure leaving his mouth, you suck roughly on his length hoping this would push him over the edge.

"(____) I'm c-cumming." Feeling him twitch in your mouth, you immediately pull away. "wha- hey." He whined from the lost contact leaving him fromt the peak of his orgasm. He lift his head to look at you, eyes filled with lust and out of breath.

"Do you wanna cum Marco?" You teased, stripping off your remaining undergarments. "If you're gonna cum.." You trailed off taking his hard shaft and aligning it at your entrance. "Then do it inside!" You finished your sentence as you slam yourself down, the delicious stretch, movement and the thickness of his cock made you moan louder.

"Wai–" He didn't had the chance to finish what he was saying when his body stilled, releasing a strangled groan as he came deep inside of you, back arching feeling the tightness of your walls.

Your body shivering from the feeling of being filled to the brim. "Haa...haa..you came so..much." You panted both of your face flushed red and body covered with sweat. Smiling you look at him in the eye.

"Round two babe? I haven't came yet." You coed and before he could comprehend the dangerous glint in your eyes, you began to lift your hips up before slamming it back down, eliticing the loud sweet moan out of Marco.

"(___) w-wait! I just ca~me." He moan throwing his head back on the pillow, restlessly clutching and tugging the restraints on his wrist, flexing the fine muscles of his arm.

"F*ck!" He cussed. Without the healing properties of his devil fruit, Marco could thoroughly feel the slight overstimulation mixed with pleasure coursing through his body. This may be the first time he felt this kind of sensations and boy it felt too good. The drool at the corner of his mouth and the way he he shut his eyes closed are the proof of it.

"Haa..fuck it." He panted before digging the heel of his feet down to the mattress, moving his hips to meet your thrust feeling determined to make you cum faster. "Ahh!" The action made you gasp and moan as he hit your sweet spot. Falling forward to his chest both of you were breathing heavily but your movements didn't falter still maintaining the fast rhythm.

"Don't think just because...I'm tied up with sea prism stone...I dont have the energy left....to f*ck you..yoi." He said in between breaths while looking at you straight in the eye. "heh, we'll see...about that." You responded picking up the pace.

Groaning, you two chase each other's lips, muffling the sound of pleasure only pulling away for air and your body began to tremble feeling your upcoming release. Your hands on his chest for support.

You shut your eyes closed as you bit your lower lip while Marco let out a hoarse moan feeling you clamp down on him.

Noticing this, Marco speed up his thrust knowing you're gonna cum sooner or later as he found your sweet spot intensifying your pleasure. He smirk watching as you gave off a lewd expression while wiping the drool off at the corner of your mouth.

"Mmm, feels too good." You said slamming down on his shaft matching his pace. Encouraged by your words, Marco continously hit your sweet spot that made you see stars until your orgasm hit you hard to the point you collapsed on top of him. With one last thrust he came deep insde you.

He gave off a rugged breaths as you pulled yourself off, shuddering at the oozing feeling of his release down your legs.

"That was....amazing." Marco stated catching his breath before looking at you. "It sure did." You responded staring back at him.

Marco felt a chill ran down his spine seeing the dangerous glint on ypir eyes haven't faded. He jolt at the feeling of your hand on his softening shaft trying to spring it back to life.

"Haa..(____) stop pls....f*ck!" Marco whined as he squirmed, already feeling sensitive, you had made him cum twice without even a few minutes break.

"Is it too much? Yoi can say the safeword dear." You stated, pausing your ministrations to give him the chance to reply, but you were met with silence his gaze full with lust and heavy breaths.

"I really shouldn't underestimated you. Hope your done with the few seconds break, Marco." You coed secretly pulling out a blindfold, both of you were clearly enjoying this.

Your alluring smirk was the last thing he sees before you put on the blindfold on him, his other senses heightens.

You lean down, capturing his lips swallowing his groans and moans while you kept stroking his shaft.

"The main event is yet to come." You whispered tugging his bottom lip, aligning his semi hardened shaft at your entrance, you began to slowly sink down making him moan loud from the overstimulation and his grip tightened at the chains of his restraints.

" Haa.. You're lucky that you put...ahh...seastone cuffs on me or else...ah sh*t You'd be at my mercy yoi." Marco said struggling to keep his moans down as you started bouncing up and down on his shaft.

You knew he'd never let you go easily and his statement is the proof of it, so why not make use the best of it?

Feeling him twitch, you smirked. "Too bad, I'm in control." You responded letting out an occasional moans when the tip of his cock graze ypur sweet spot.

Completely drowned in pleasure, Marco let out a strangle moan, flexing the veins and muscles of his arms as you made him cum for the third time yet your movements didn't falter.

"If I can only escape this cuf-" Marco didn't had the chance to finish his sentence when you captured his lips, tongue dancing together.

'haa...f*ck..' He thought feeling his impending release coming quicker than the last one.

"I'm coming master~" You grinned widely when Marco cussed out loud from hearing your words, both of your bodies were already covered in a thick sweat and exhaustion were taking over, yet you had the the gal to still tease him? Was what marco thought and he wonder when did you become so bold. But he wasn't going to complaining.

"(____) I'll surely..haa..get you back for this yoi.." Marco stated tugging the chains as you giggle. "I'd be disappointed if you don't, my dear Marco~" You coed before you two came undone reaching pure ecstasy.