#i kinda wanna nibble on his love handles. that's a normal thing to say right?

[lemongrablothbrok]

I get what you mean. That legendary airplane photo always gets me a little hungry for some Jonesy tum.

Not to be a whore but Jonesy’s tummy is so bit-eable. I just want to monch 🥺 and maybe a little lick too? I need to take a cold shower now…

Anon you’re speaking my language

Even when he’s clothed and skinny I’m feral for the tum

and d fact we only have this photo of his BARE belly we have to get creative and imagine and LET ME TELL you when this man just exists, I will objectify his tum!

what’s lurking under these dadly looks? TUMMY TIME.

not to mention

d thicc tummy and titty having old man 🥴🥴🥴🥴😋😋🤯🤯😭😭😭🤯

[es-kay-zee]

Lust | Lee Know x Reader

I had plans to make this kinky as all hell, but I somehow ended up going the opposite direction with this. oh well, it was still pretty fun to write. I’m also sorry if there’s parts of it (or all of it?) that don’t make any sense. I didn’t proofread it at all and my head was just empty while writing it.

I was kinda liking it at one point, then I overthought about it and now I think I hate it but I put in all this time so it’s getting posted. I just feel like it kinda went all over the place

 Warnings: officemate! au, sexual tension (maybe? Idk, i tried), fem! reader, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), protected sex (yay!) there’s like a split second of softdom! Minho, but other than that moment there’s not really any dynamics.

Requested: Yip

Word count: 4.6k

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It didn’t take a genius amongst your co-workers to be able to tell what was going on between you and Minho. Everyone could see the way you looked at each other. They could see the way you took extra time at the printer, considering it was right next to his desk. You would stand there for longer than necessary, just watching him work. How his fingers would type away on his keyboard, the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows. God, what you would do to have his fingers inside you.

No, you can’t think like that. He’s just your co-worker. He may be hot as all hell, but this is a professional environment, right?

It was also painfully obvious to everyone how Minho looked at you the same way. Just as you would spend extra time at the printer, he would spend extra time at your desk whenever he had to hand you some files. He would try to make some idle chit-chat with you, but really, he was just staring at your lips the whole time. While you would admire his hands and arms, he would admire your lips. He often found himself wondering just what your mouth was capable of.

Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t only see you as some pretty thing around the office. He also admired your dedication and work ethic. He loved how much effort you put into your job to ensure you produce the pest quality of work. But he wasn’t stupid, he could see just how hot you are.

But he’s not allowed to think of you in that way. He’s not allowed to spend many a night imagining your hand, your mouth wrapped around his cock instead of his hand. After all, you’re just co-workers. And it’s all professional, right?

That’s what you both keep telling yourselves. 

It’s a normal Friday, not long before midday, and you’re zoning out at your desk, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to do over the weekend. You’d originally had plans to meet up with a few friends, but they all cancelled on you, leaving you with nothing to do on the approaching Saturday and Sunday.

You’re dragged out of your thoughts by someone waving a small folder in front of your face.

“Hey, earth to y/n?” You snap your attention onto the figure in front of you, quickly realising that it is, in fact, Lee Minho who’s standing at your desk. You hurriedly fix your posture, sitting up straighter and clearing you throat quietly before responding.

“A-are those some more files that need doing?” The way you stutter over your words has you internally cringing, hoping he can’t tell the effect he has over your body.

“Yeah, they’re the latest invoices that have come in. These ones need to be paid by Tuesday and then these ones need to be paid by Thursday,” he explains to you, holding up the two separate folders in his hands.

Reaching out your hand for the folders, you feel your fingertips brush against his once you grab them. You withdraw your hands as quickly as possible, feeling your heartbeat pick up slightly as the subtle contact. Your gaze lingered on his arms for a moment, his sleeves rolled up just the way you liked. Minho is so effortlessly attractive that it’s unfair.

You pry your eyes away from his forearms, away from the veins you can see running along his arms, instead looking at his face. The moment you look him in the eyes, however, you can’t help but think that maybe staring at his arms would have been the better option. His eyes were just as pretty as the rest of him, but the way he was looking at you right now, the way he was staring so intently at you, had you cowering slightly under his gaze.

“So, you had lunch yet?” he asks, breaking the silence that had fallen between the two of you, resting his hands in his pockets.

“Not yet, was just about to head up to the cafeteria shortly,” you reply, your eye focus being caught by his stance. You can picture it, him standing over you just the way he is now, hands in pockets, forearms visible, smirk on his face. Just imagining him standing there like that, looking down at you like you’re some sort of prey while you’re on your knees for him. Slowly undoing his belt and-

“Well, I was gonna head up now. Wanna join me?” you are once again pulled from your wandering thoughts by Minho, but the damage had already been done. You could feel your neediness throbbing in your pussy, your slickness slightly coating your underwear.

“Uh, sure,” you say, quickly locking your computer and grabbing your lunch.

You walk with Minho back towards his own desk so that he can pick up his own food before making your way up stairs to the third floor. Once you both make it to the cafeteria for the shelves. You grab your mug before making yourself a coffee, Minho doing the same next to you.

You both head towards a back corner of the large room, finding two seats at a small coffee table. A small conversation begins between the two of you, somewhat awkward, but not uncomfortably so. The occasional silences weren’t left empty, instead being filled with lingering glances at one another.

You make it through all your food and just over half of your coffee before it happens. Disaster. Minho has looked away from you for just a moment and the sunlight cascading through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows hit him in just the right way. It made him glow in the light, distracting you while you took a drink from your mug. You weren’t focusing on anything but how delicious he looked in front of you, ending up with you tipping your mug up to far and spilling it all down your front and onto your lap.

Your small yelp snaps his attention back to you and you both just stare down at your soiled clothes. Heat rushes to your face when you realise the exact repercussions of what’s just happened, and the heat spreads when you notice that Minho has also realised it. Your white blouse drenched in coffee; the material becoming see through. Minho’s gaze lingers on your chest for a moment too long for between normal co-workers, your bra entirely visible through the now coffee-coloured fabric.

Minho clears his throat before speaking. “Uh- I’ll g-get something to help clean that up,” he stutters out, standing up as quickly as possible before rushing off to grab some napkins. It’s not long before he returns, a whole stack in his grip.

He places them on the table, taking his seat again. Picking a couple napkins back up he turns his whole body towards you. Your breathing stutters when he leans in close to you, your eyes looking deep into his as he freezes in place.

He’s torn. Torn between wanting to help you for your sake, wanting to help you for the sake of being able to touch you, and not wanting to overstep any boundaries. He can hear his heart hammering in his ears, and he wonders if you can hear it too. Especially with how close the proximity currently is between you two.

He takes a deep breath before making a decision about whether or not to help you clean up. He reaches his hand out, carefully beginning to dab at the spilled drink on your lap, fully expecting to be told to stop.

You tense under his touch, but not out of discomfort. It’s the way his hand moves along your thigh that has you frozen. Your thigh. One of the more sensitive parts of your body, and his hand is rubbing back and forth along it. The contact causing your brain to short circuit as you feel the heat begin to pool in your core.

“Um… Make sure to soak these clothes before you wash them. That should help get any stains out,” Minho says, trying to ease the tension.

“Oh, yeah, thanks. I’ll be sure to do that,” you reply, his voice snapping you out of your stupor. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to ignore your growing arousal.

Minho has to fight back his own increasing need at the sight of you nibbling on your lower lip, wanting little more than for it to be his own teeth tugging at the soft flesh. But what really gets him, is you taking a few napkins and beginning to dab at the coffee on your shirt, unintentionally pulling his gaze back down to your chest. Now he was fighting back groans, trying desperately to let the sounds die in his throat before you get the chance to hear them. That would be too embarrassing for him to handle.

It’s not long before you sigh a heavy sigh, giving up the hopes of being able to save your outfit and keep your presentability for the workplace, accepting it as a lost cause. Minho stops his own wiping at the sound, looking at you instead, waiting for you to speak.

“You know what, this is a mess. I might as well just head home for the rest of the day. There’s no point sitting here at my desk all day like this,” you say, looking down at your clothes. “Besides, most of my work is done for the day anyway.”

It’s only when you lift your head up when you finish speaking that you realise just how close Minho’s face is to your own. Close enough for you to feel his breaths against your cheek. Your eyes dart down to his lips, but only for a split second, not wanting to make your arousal so obvious. Minho, however, notices. But luckily for you, he decides not to say anything about it. Yet.

“That sounds like a good idea. Uh… here,” he says, removing his blazer jacket and holding it out to you.

You reach out and grab it, your fingers once again momentarily connecting with his as you take the item he’s passing you. You both rise to your feet and you give him a confused look, wondering why he’s handing you his blazer.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to walk around with a see-through shirt,” he explains in response to your unspoken question.

The heat returns to your cheeks at his statement, quickly pulling the clothing item on and buttoning it up, making an attempt to cover yourself.

“Thanks,” you say. There’s some part of you that doesn’t really want to cover yourself, that wants Minho to see you. But you push that part aside. After all, you’ve got to maintain some sort of professionalism. “We should probably head back down now.”

“Yeah.”

You both gather your belongings, taking your mugs over to the dirty dishes rack and placing them in along with all the other dishes. Yet another silence befalls the two of you as you make your way back down the stairs to your floor, the quietness neither comfortable nor awkward. Something in between.

Finally reaching your floor, you make a beeline for your desk, aiming to grab your bag and get out of here as quickly as possible. But before you grab your things and head into your boss’s office to say that you’re leaving early, you pause, turning back to Minho again, stopping him before he gets too far away.

“I’ll get your jacket back to you on Monday if you want. I’ll even get it cleaned to make sure there’s no coffee on it.”

He takes a moment to think, once again torn between options. One being just saying okay and letting you just bring it to work with you on Monday. And the other option… Well, if the way you were almost whining when he was touching your thigh earlier is anything to go by, then the second option might just work out for him. Fuck it.

“Or you could bring it over to my place? Tonight? I-if you want to,” he says, making sure to keep his voice only loud enough for you to hear, not wanting any nosy co-workers listening in.

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire as you think of the possible outcomes of you going over to his house, albeit under the guise of simply returning his blazer. You can already feel yourself growing wetter at the thoughts running through your mind. You blink rapidly, shaking your head slightly to yourself, remembering that you have to answer him instead of just standing there daydreaming all day.

“You’re in luck. I was gonna go out for a few drinks tonight, but my friends all cancelled on me. So, it turns out that I’m available,” you say, fighting hard to keep your voice steady and to not let on just how needy you were.

“Well, you could always have those drinks with me while you’re over,” he offers, stepping closer to your desk.

“I could.”

You both smirk at each other, knowing exactly what the outcome of tonight will be. Minho searches around your desk for a moment, eventually finding and grabbing a sticky note and a pen. He scribbles something down before handing it to you.

“That’s my address. See you at 7?”

“Sure thing, see you then.”

He smirks at you again before finally heading back to his own desk and you finally head off home, being sure to stop in and let your boss know you’re leaving.

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Before long, 7 o’clock rolls around and you’re sitting in your car, parked on the road-side, opposite Minho’s house. Checking yourself in your rear-view mirror quickly, you make sure you look presentable before getting out of your car, his blazer draped over your arm. You’re somewhat nervous as you approach his front door, reaching up and knocking. It only takes a short moment before the door swings open, revealing Minho. He steps backwards, holding the door open as he gestures for you to enter. You step past him and into the house, taking in his appearance while he closes the door behind you.

His outfit is simple, a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but to you he looks damn fine. His jeans are tight enough to show off his thighs while not being too tight that it would create any struggle to remove quickly. That’s handy. And his shirt leaves his delicious arms on display. You look up at his face just to see him staring at you in the same way you were just starting at him. Like you’re the single best thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Hi,” you say, bringing his attention back to the current moment. He blinks a few times, taking a moment to recollect his thoughts.

“Hey, you look really good.” He gestures towards your dress. You chose one that was simple, yet effective at its job. You wanted to wear something that showed off your legs, something that would get his attention. And judging by the way he kept looking you up and down, it was working.

“Here’s you blazer,” you say, holding it out for him.

“Oh yeah, thanks,” he replies, having already forgotten that he’d even let you borrow it in the first place. “I’ll just go put that away. Feel free to make yourself at home.”

He dashes off down the hallway, presumedly towards his bedroom. To take the moment alone to take in your surroundings, noting how Minho’s house had a very homely feel to it.

You take a seat on the couch while you wait for him to return. And it doesn’t take him long to do just that, already walking back up the hallway towards where you are. He heads to the kitchen first, grabbing a couple of glasses.

“I have some wine here. Want some?” he offers.

“Sure,” you say, knowing that soon enough the drinks will be abandoned in favour of other activities.

It’s not long before Minho approaches you, two glasses of wine in his hands. He hands one to you before taking a seat in the spot next to you on the couch. Directly next to you. He’s so close that the side of his leg rests against yours, but you’re not complaining.

“Try not to get too distracted by me again,” he says, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “We wouldn’t want you to spill another drink.”

You both laugh at his teasing statement, but your mind focuses on the word again and you realise that he did know the causing of today’s earlier mishap. Well, that’s a bit embarrassing.

The next short while is filled with more idle chit-chat, a measly attempt at wasting time before getting down to business. The entire time you’re talking, Minho’s arm is resting along the back of the couch behind your head and he’s very shamelessly eye fucking you. In his defence though, you’re doing the exact same thing to him.

“Do you want another glass?” Minho asks when you finish your wine, placing his hand that’s not currently resting on the back of the couch on your thigh. You let out an audible breath as his hand softly caresses the flesh, the feeling sending pools of arousal directly to your heat. As his fingers slowly trail further up, beginning to disappear under the skirt of your dress, you know that he’s not really offering you another drink. It’s his way of moving the conversation along, of asking you if you’re ready to do what you truly came here for.

And you’d be damned if you weren’t ready.

His fingers continue to travel higher, skimming along your inner thigh, avoiding where you desperately need him. You bite your lip, trying to stifle a whimper. It doesn’t work, and it instead draws Minho’s focus to your mouth. And he’s back to thinking about your mouth, how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock. The idea alone has him growing painfully hard in his jeans. Hell, he’d do anything to have your lips on him, in any way.

“M-Minho, please,” you whisper, wanting him to stop his teasing caresses and finally touch you the way you want. The way you need.

“Please what?”

“Please t-touch me.”

“Touch you? I am touching you,” he says, stopping his hand’s movements and instead just resting it in place.

“No, please touch my p-pussy,” you say, your hands coming up to cover your face, embarrassment coursing through your body, causing your face to heat up.

Normally, Minho smirked at you, getting a kick out of how flustered you are.

“Ah, I see. Well, if you want that to happen then you have to prove to me how much you want it.”

And that has you whining.

You quickly manoeuvre yourself so that you’re straddling Minho’s lap, tired of waiting for him to provide you with some much needed friction. Your hands rest on his shoulders, his own flying to your hips when you slowly, experimentally grind down on him. Your actions get the best reward, in the form on a shaky moan from Minho, and that’s the moment you can tell that this whole thing is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting you.

When he told you to prove it, he was expecting you to just get more flustered. He certainly wasn’t expecting you to make such a bold move. You roll your hips against him again, this time drawing a moan from yourself. One of his hands slides up your back, grabbing the zipper for your dress and slowly sliding it down. Once he has it undone, he pulls the dress up and off your body, revealing your lack of bra underneath. Shit, he hadn’t even noticed earlier that you weren’t wearing one, he was too distracted by your legs. He looks up at you, his own lust-filled eyes meeting yours, watching you lean in closer to him. Closer, and closer.

And then your lips – those oh so pretty lips – were on his own, moving together in a rush of adrenaline and lust. There was no delicacy in the kiss, only pure wanton desire as your hands roamed each other’s bodies. You’d both been waiting for this for so long. Craving it.

His hands slide down to your ass, kneading the flesh. He’s quick to stand up, keeping you held up, your legs wrapping around his torso. He carries you down the hallway, only breaking the kiss for a split second at a time to make sure he didn’t bump into anything, before he would dive back into your lips. Your kisses were intoxicating, addicting. Minho just couldn’t get enough. Even when he finally made it to his bedroom, dropping you down onto the bed, he still doesn’t pull away. It’s only when you pull away for breath that he stops, you both panting deeply from the lack of oxygen for so long.

Your hands glide across his linen-clad chest, the fabric warmed from his hot skin. He groans lowly at your touch, desperately wanting more. One of his own hands finds it’s way to your breast, his thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple.

His touch is soft, gentle. He’s testing the waters, wanting to figure out what you like, what touches really get you going. He knows he’s on the right track when your back arches slightly at the contact, and he grazes his thumbs over the nub again, harder this time.

You can feel how soaked you are, your underwear beginning to stick to you uncomfortably. You buck your hips upwards, trying desperately to get some sort of solid friction going, the aching between your legs bordering on painful. Sensing just how strong your need is, Minho pulls away from you, moving down the bed until he’s laying between your thighs, his fingers already dipping into the waistband of your underwear.

He wastes little time in pulling the fabric down your legs and tossing them off to the side. And now, finally, after so long of wanting it, he’s able to gaze upon your pussy, glistening with your juices.

“Holy shit, you’re so wet you’re dripping,” he exclaims, looking up and making eye contact with you. And it makes you clench around nothing when you look at the man that’s remained on your mind with his head between your thighs.

“Only for you,” you reply, even your voice dripping with need. Minho looks back down at your soaked cunt and, in the split seconds before his touch, every nerve in your body and mind comes alive with electricity.  He licks one long stripe along your entrance, and the moan you let out is obscene. And he loves it.

Minho is filled with a new determination, a determination to make you moan over and over again. To have you feeling so good that you’re screaming his name.

He circles his lips around your clit, working the nerve bundle with his mouth while he brings a hand down to work your entrance. He slides a digit it, immediately curling it in search of your special spot. He quickly adds a second finger, continuing his search for your g-spot. He knows he’s finally found it when your hands go flying to his head, threading into his hair, tugging hard. He groans at the sensation, loving the way your hands feel in his hair. God, everything you do just turns him on, and he begins to unconsciously rut his hips into the mattress. He continues working your core while you moan uncontrollably.

“F-fuck, Minho. I’m s-so close,” you manage to whimper out, but he already knows. The way your walls tighten around his fingers over and over tells him everything he needs to know.

“Do it, baby. Cum for me,” he says, and you don’t have to be told twice, your orgasm washing over you with more force than you expected. He finger-fucks you through your high, only stopping when your body stops convulsing in waves of pleasure. He pulls his hand away from your core, a whine escaping you at the empty feeling. If he could make you cum that hard with just his fingers and mouth, how on earth are you going to survive cumming on his cock?

He crawls back up your body, placing his arousal-coated fingers at your lips. You open your mouth with no hesitation, immediately sucking the digits in, swirling your tongue over them as you sucked. The sight alone almost had Minho cumming in his jeans. For so long, all he’s wanted is your lips around some part of him, and while he also wanted to be graces with the visual of you sucking on his cock like your life depended on it, he was more desperate to just fuck you.

He wastes no more time in ridding himself of his clothes until he’s completely bare, reaching into his bedside table draw for a condom. positioning himself above you once again. He’s about to open the condom packet before you stop him, taking it from his hands opening it yourself. He moans when you slide the condom down his length, your hands feeling better on his cock than his own ever could.

The moment you lie back down, he lines himself up with your entrance, not wanting to go another moment without being inside you. He pushes into you, not stopping until his hips rest against yours, the room filling with moans as your bodies finally connect. His cock stretches your walls so perfectly, like two puzzle pieces made for each other.  

After a brief pause, he slowly pulls back you, only to thrust back into you. He repeats the motions, gradually settling into a solid pace, not to fast and not too slow, a perfect balance of the two.

He drags his lips up the soft skin of your neck placing sloppy kisses as over, being sure not to leave any marks. As much as he wanted to mark you where it was visible, he couldn’t. He didn’t want you to have to go through the hassle of covering them each day at work while you wait for them do disappear. Instead, he opted for sucking bruises into your collarbones and along your chest.

Your brain felt like static, unable to string together a single coherent thought as Minho continues to thrust into you, pleasure radiating throughout your entire body. The knot in your stomach grows tighter for the second time during the night, and from the way Minho’s thrusts are getting sloppier, you can tell that he’s close to his own end as well.

He slides his free hand in between the two of you, fingers finding your clit. He rubs circles into the bundle of nerves, and you feel yourself unravel, his fingers being the final to push you over the edge. And it’s your fluttering walls that has the same effect on Minho. You both ride out your highs together, him spilling into the condom and you around his cock. Your loud moans are music to his ears, while his are the same to yours.

Once you both come back down from your highs, Minho pulls himself away from you, quickly disposing of the condom before coming back to lay next to you.

Your body feels heavy, your brain foggy and distant, a tiredness falling over your entire being, exhausted from your orgasms. You groggily roll onto your side, curling your body up into Minho’s and almost instantly drifting off into sleep. He wraps an arm around you in return, feeling sleep approach for him as well. He rests his face against the top of your sleeping head, placing a chaste kiss to your hair. And just before he let himself fall asleep, he made sure plan out in his mind what he was gonna cook you for breakfast in the morning; pancakes.

[yungbud]

Hi! Hope you're staying safe & healthy! If you're comfortable writing smut & certain kinks can you write a smut with Dom where the reader hears he'd be into spitting in someone's mouth & the reader has wanted that for awhile but gets shy when asking him for it so he gets dominant & says "Daddy won't give you what you want until you ask like a good girl" & then rough sex with hair pulled & choking but also praise kink from Dom calling the reader good girl & pretty girl 🥺 thank you if you're able & comfortable writing this!

Pretty Girl

Word count: 2.5k

Req?: yes

Warnings: smut including slight degradation

The day had finally come to an end and you’re sitting in bed all wrapped up in your pajamas and watching Doms interviews when something happened.  Of course, you weren’t watching them to find something, it had just happened. The only reason you’d even been watching them was because Dom had been so busy lately and watching him goof off on camera made it feel like he was right there with you, even when he couldn’t be.

But instead of this particular interview giving you a warm feeling in your chest, it was giving you a warm feeling in your tummy. This has happened before, but usually it was his lips, his tongue or his tattooed fingers that caused the reaction. This time, he had said something that made your cheeks go red just thinking about it.

He had been reading thirst tweets and someone had mentioned him spitting in their mouth, to which he replied that he was “kinda into that.” The thought alone had you unconsciously squeezing your thighs together. 

Your tongue jutted out to wet your lips as you set your computer to the side, lifting your hips as you pulled your pajama pants just past your knees. Dom wasn’t home, so you’d have to take care of this yourself. You pull the blankets up with you as you maneuver into a comfortable position, spreading your legs as your mind reels with impure thoughts.

You start off slow, pretending it’s Dom’s hands touching your thighs instead of your own. You think about what it would feel like to kiss him as his hands roam your lower body, sliding their way up to play with your tits. How his warm tongue would feel licking at your nipple as he used his fingers to play with your nipple, how he would get impatient and suck your breast into his mouth.

 Your hand made its way between your legs, rubbing small circles on your clit. You were getting more and more worked up by the second, but you took your time, wanting to prolong this as long as you could. You thought about his lips on yours in a rough, sloppy kiss, your teeth clashing together as his mouth easily dominated yours. 

You slide your underwear down your legs with your pajama pants and attempt to return to your, ahem, activities, but as you try you realize your underwear is constricting your legs a bit so you opt to take them both off, thoughtlessly discarding them somewhere across the room.

Dom’s tongue was definitely (one of) his best assets, and he loved to tease you with it in whatever way he could. Because of this, whenever you were making out Dom would sometimes use a lot of tongue, like he said in the interview that started all this, he was a licker. Usually that would be off putting, but with Dom it was actually pretty hot, but to be fair that went for most things with Dom. Now that you thought about it, you were surprised the idea of a spit kink hadn’t come up sooner. You were definitely into it, it was one of the many reasons you loved making out with him, letting his tongue roam your mouth as you thought about it roaming… other places. The idea of his spit, something so personal, so nasty being in your mouth was so hot, although it wasn’t just your mouth. You found yourself thinking of him spitting on your face, your ass, your wet pussy, it was disrespectful and degrading and-- and... so, so fucking hot.

You eventually managed to finish yourself off, your orgasm leaving you relaxed and ready for a nap. You snuggled into the warm pillow, ready to let sleep overtake you when you were startled by the door opening and the very british voice that greeted you.

“ ‘ello love!” You give Dom a tired smile, pulling the blankets up some more “what’re you doin?” 

“Takin a nap.” 

“Hm, really? Tire yourself out?” 

“Uh- excuse- excuse me?” You say, stumbling over your words. He couldn’t have meant it like that… unless? Was he outside the door? Had you been moaning? You thought you’d been pretty quiet, save for the rare whimper. He grabbed the pair of underwear hanging from the door handle, holding it on display in front of you.

“Awh, don't be shy. Everyone does it love, nothin’ to be embarrassed about.” Dom says, walking over and booping you on the nose as he smiled down at you. You made momentary eye contact before your eyes flicked away from his, settling on the open door in front of you. 

“What were you thinkin about?” He asks, cutting off your meek protest of his insinuation, your eyes flicked up to his and away again. 

“Was it me?” he asks, cutting you off before you can answer. You gave him a small nod and when you continued to avoid eye contact he leant down to give kisses all over your face.

“No need to be embarrassed, love. It’s normal, plus I find it kinda hot. I wanna know what got you so worked up you couldn’t wait for me to get home.” He says, rubbing a hand over your stomach. Dom had always been so forward and it made you nervous at times. Especially when he’d basically just caught you masturbating to him.

Dom hummed, kissing and nibbling at your neck before making his way down. The thoughts from minutes before came flooding back to your brain in one big, sinful heap. You took a deep breath as he sucked at your sweet spot, bringing your hands up to tangle them in his hair. He began kissing his way up your jaw, making his way to your lips before capturing them in a kiss. Doms lips felt like soft, plushy pillows as they easily overtook your own.

You lightly tug at his hair, arching your back against his hand which is making its way down your stomach, squeezing as he reaches your upper thigh. Dom took the hair pulling as an invitation to deepen the kiss, propping himself up on his knee that sat between your legs and placing a hand beside your head to steady himself as you kissed, his other hand holding your leg. He broke the kiss momentarily, flipping you both over in one swift movement.

His hands remained at your hips, gripping them ever so slightly as if he was worried if he didnt you might slip away. You continued to kiss, hands wandering each other's body, getting completely lost in one another. Dom began to get impatient, pulling his lips away from your own as he began leaving quick, wet kisses down your neck until he reached your breasts.

“Lemme see those pretty tits.” he mumbled, partly to himself. There was no hesitation as he took one into his mouth, sucking at your nipple, his tongue flattening against it before he began to lick.

 It was then that you realized you still weren’t wearing any pants, your bare pussy sat on his sweats, resulting in a small wet patch from your arousal. A blush came over your face for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. Dom noticed you looked embarrassed and began gripping your hips a little tighter, guiding you as he led you to ride his thigh. When you tried to speed up  Doms grip on you tightened, ensuring that you only went at the pace that he set. You let out a huff, your hips moving achingly slow against him.

“You want more?” He whispers, you give a small nod in response “Hm… Use your words.”

 You remained silent, you knew exactly what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him to pin your arms above your head and spit in your face so you couldn’t wipe it off, feeling it drip down your face as he relentlessly fucked you and if you were too loud to put spit in your mouth with his hand around your throat so you couldn’t swallow it, forcing you to sit there and taste it. But alas, your words were the only thing stuck in your throat..

“Okay, fine. You don't have to ask.” He says, completely removing his hands from your body. You began whining in protest, grabbing at his hand and attempting to place it back on your hip.

“Ah, ah, ah. Daddy isn’t going to touch you until you use your words. So, be a good girl and tell daddy what you want.” This didn’t exactly help the fact that you were nervous, but you knew he would hold out until you did what you were told.

“I want you to spit in my mouth like you said in the interview.” you mumbled.

“Speak up, I can't hear you.” He prods, you weren’t sure if he was teasing you or genuinely didn’t hear, so you attempt to swallow the lump in your throat and repeat yourself, avoiding eye contact as you did so. When you finally managed to get the words out, Dom stayed silent for a moment and you were beginning to get worried you had said something wrong when he finally said something.

“You want me to spit in that pretty little mouth?” He asks, you nod in confirmation before remembering to use your words.

“And on my face.” You say, finding it easier to speak now that you’d gotten the lump out of your throat. He smirks at that, green eyes staring directly into yours as he decided just what to do with you.

“Was that so hard?” He asks, hands returning to their grip on your hips as he slid you up and down his thigh, pushing you down against him. He watched you from his laid back position, eyes wandering from your face, to your tits, to your pussy rubbing against his sweats and back again. He could barely believe the view in front of him, his dick growing harder by the minute, your wet pussy soaking through his sweats only fueled his arousal. You reach down, rubbing him through his sweats at the same pace he slid you over his thigh. Dom lets out a moan in response, tightening his grip on your hips and speeding up the pace. It continued like this for a few minutes before his movements stopped abruptly.

“You know what? Get off me. What do you think you’re doing, hm? Rubbing my dick while you ride my thigh like a little whore?” You go to respond, but he cuts you off “It was a rhetorical question. Open your mouth.” He demands. You do as you’re told, not wanting to get in more trouble than you already were. His warm spit hit your tongue caught you by surprise, you closed your mouth and swallowed without thinking, Dom let out a huff at this.

“Did I say to swallow it?” 

“No, sorry daddy.” you whisper “again please.” you open your mouth once again, the sound of him spitting in your mouth building pressure between your legs.

“Get on your knees and keep it there.” He demands. You oblige once again, holding your mouth open for him.

“You want it? Hm? You want daddy’s dick in your mouth?” He asks, stroking himself through his sweatpants that barely concealed his boner. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to close your mouth to talk, or that if you did you would accidentally swallow his spit, so you opted to nod up at him. He seemed to accept this answer, pulling his pants down, allowing his hard dick to spring free. He let out a hiss as he wrapped a hand around his swollen prick, giving himself a few strokes before tapping the tip against your tongue, teasing you before sliding it in. 

You close your mouth around him, hollowing out your cheeks as Doms hand comes to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail, leading you slowly up and down. You could taste the precum that had already started to bead over on his tip, flicking your tongue around it before taking more of him down your throat. Dom lets out a groan at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat

“Good girl, take daddys dick down that pretty throat.” He moans, rubbing his thumb across your cheek as he stared down at you, looking away just as quickly, a barely audible “fuck.” falling from his lips. You hummed against him, the vibrations against his dick.

“You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth. Such a pretty girl.” He says, at this point you were so worked up you thought you might explode if Dom didn’t touch you soon.

“Daddy, please.” you whine, your voice raspy from the former dick down your throat.

“Please what, sweetheart?” Dom asks, moving a piece of hair out of your face.

“Please fuck me.”

“Of course, whatever you want princess.” He says, making his way on top of you. He didn’t bother teasing you, figuring you both had had enough of that for today. Instead he lined himself up with your entrance, sliding his tip between your folds to gather your arousal on his tip, making sure he was nice and lubricated before finally pushing in.

Dom took his time, wanting you to feel every inch of his swollen prick before moving in and out of you. You knew he had wanted this as bad as you did as you felt him throbbing inside of you, desperate to fuck you senseless. So he did, making sure you were comfortable and starting out slow but quickly building up to a pace that made you scream, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by whimpers for “More! More!”

Dom never had been good at controlling himself.

He once again grabbed a fistful of hair to move it out of your face, tugging slightly as he stared down at you, pounding away at your pussy.

“You look so pretty beneath me.” He says, causing you to blush and close your eyes. As you do you hear the sound of Dom spitting followed by the feeling of something warm and wet dripping down your face.

“Look even prettier with my spit running down your face.” He spat in your mouth again, placing his hand around your throat and choking you. You felt the pressure building up in your stomach, you tried to tell Dom you were about to cum but, between your approaching orgasm and his hand around your throat it came out in unintelligible sobs. Dom got the gist of what was happening by the way you writhed under him, he continued his pace as you rode out your high, feeling your walls pulsate around him and coming soon after you.

You stayed that way for awhile, laying there together with him still inside you as you both came down for you highs. Dom lifted his neck to kiss you on the forehead and wipe his spit from your face with the blanket.

“I mean it, you know.” He says, looking down at you as he played with your hair.

“Hm?” you inquire

“You’re so fuckin pretty.” You blushed again, hiding behind your hands. “Stop, let me see you.” He says, pulling them away and placing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Come on, let's go take a bath.”

[nicolewoo]

The Weekend Part 2

Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader), Fergal Devitt X Reader (Finn Balor X Reader), Drew Galloway X Reader (Drew McIntyre X Reader)

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

Fergal fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. He hadn't been sleeping well, so I was happy to see it. I, on the other hand, couldn't get my mind to stop spinning. This afternoon had been so amazing right up until the jealousy. We'd have to figure that out before any permanent decisions were made.

 After a while, I realized that I wasn't going to be able to sleep. The best thing I could do is get up, drink some water and play a little candy crush until I could relax.  As I sat on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt, I thought back to today. I wanted all 3 of my men to feel appreciated, and in truth, Joe had one on one time with me this afternoon. If that was what caused the jealousy, I simply need to let Drew know I cared for him too.

 Silently, I slipped into Drew's room and out of my t-shirt. He started stirring as I held back the blankets to slip into bed. His deep gravelly voice asked, “Princess?” I crawled into his arms, smiling as I felt his kiss on my forehead. Leaning up, I brushed my lips with his. I felt him smile as he pulled me closer to him. Knowing that his chest hair would tickle my face all night, I rolled over and pressed my back to his front. I felt his heavy, muscled arm drape over me and pulled me close to him. He let out a contented sigh and fell back to sleep. I followed soon after.

   The bed shifted as Drew climbed out of it. Bright rays of sunshine streamed through the curtain. “Princess,” Drew whispered. “Go back to sleep, love.” I tried, but it wasn't happening. As I went to stretch, I realized that nearly every muscle in my body was sore. Really sore! I squeaked out a little yelp just as Drew came back to the room from the bathroom.

 “Are you ok?” He was by my side before I even finished the yelp; his hands running to my cheeks.

 I covered his hands with mine and assured him I was. “I'm really sore this morning.” I grinned up at him.

 He simply smirked down at me. “I don' doubt it, princess.”

 “Listen, I know this is funny, and I'll be happy to laugh about it after it stops hurting.” I fake whimpered which elicited a warm smile from him. “Could you get the Tylenol out of my purse?” I asked.  

 “Yes, ma'am.” He left, and I could hear him in the kitchen. “Guys, we might have to change our plans for today. Our princess is sore.”

 The sound of Joe's chuckle filled the air, and I heard Drew explain that it would be best if they could not tease me about it yet. Fergal ducked his head in the door and came to my side. He pulled the blankets back and started running his hands over my legs massaging the sore muscles. “You ok, luv?” he asked. I assured him I would be, but taking a hike today was not a good idea.

 Drew returned with my purse, “I'm not gettin' in your purse. Who knows what kinda stuff you've got in there?” He passed me the bag, and I grabbed the Tylenol.

 “What the heck do you think I keep in my purse?” I teased as he handed me some water.

 “I don' wanna know.” He smiled before looking at Ferg, “Why don' we make some breakfast in bed for our gal?”

 Fergal agreed. “Stay here,” he said brushing a sweet kiss to my forehead.  The idea of my men taking care of me was tempting, but I had to get up to stretch out, so I pulled my sore muscles out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I joined the guys in the kitchen, they all looked disappointed.

 “We were gonna serve ya breakfast in bed, princess.” Drew said as he pulled me in for a hug.

 “I have to stretch these muscles out anyway.” I said as I took a seat at the table.

 Joe came behind me and placed a plate of food in front of me. “Maybe we can give you a massage later to help.” He offered after placing a kiss on top of my head.

 The three of them massaging me? Oh, I could go for that! “That sounds fantastic.” I admitted.

 As Fergal sat next to me and gave me a quick kiss, “I t'ink we can handle t'at. Did you have trouble sleeping?” He arched an eyebrow at me.

 I couldn't answer with my mouth full so I nodded. When my mouth was empty, I whispered to him, “I hope that's ok?” I referred to leaving him and joining Drew for sleep.

 “Of course, luv.” He squeezed my hand. He continued, “So, you’re not up for a hike today?” he asked.

 I answered a bit too quickly, “No!” which elicited a smile from all three men. “But I know you Ferg. You're going to get cabin fever if you stay here all day.”

 “Cabin fever?” he asked.

 “Restless.” I answered.

 “Bored, and she's right Ferg. You can barely sit still on a regular basis. Why don't you and Drew go hiking? I won't mind staying here with Y/N.” Joe said.

 I could tell the offer was made with the best intentions, but a spark of anger crossed Drew's eyes. I tapped Fergal's leg with my hand and nodded for him to see Drew's jealousy. He placed his hand on mine and ran his fingers over my knuckles. He nodded at me to let me know he'd seen.

 “Boys,” I glared at all three of them. “We need to talk. Grab your breakfasts and sit down.” I commanded. A look of apprehension passed Joe's face, and Drew grimaced. Once they were seated, I started. “If this is going to be a permanent situation, we've gotta get some things straight. I've noticed a lot of jealousy already.” I looked from Drew to Joe, and both hung their heads in guilt.  “Fergal and I have talked, and we are interested in continuing this, but we've got to get a handle on this jealousy right now.” Ferg nodded in agreement. “Each of you has traits that I adore. Joe,” I looked at him and placed my hand on his forearm, “You're my sweet teddy bear. Drew,” I said placing my hand on his forearm in the same way, “You're my giant Scottish King. You two HAVE to understand that you are both important to me. If you two are jealous of each other, this won't work. Drew, do you want to continue this? With all three of us?” I looked at him.

 “Aye, Princess. I'm sorry.” He grabbed my hand off his arm and kissed my knuckles.

 “Joe, Do you want to continue this with all three of us?”

 “Yes, baby girl.” He rubbed my knuckle with his thumb.

 “I'm going to need you guys to communicate your needs with me too. If something isn't right, I want you to tell me. If you need more one on one time with me, communicate that to me. We can work through it. Do you both agree?” They both did, and I looked to Fergal. “Babe?”

 “You know I'm good with this.” He smiled at me. We had talked about it before going to bed last night.

 “Good. Now....” I started thinking of how to handle today. “Why don't you all go find a gym and get a good workout after breakfast? I can stay here and stretch out my muscles. Hopefully, I can get back to feeling somewhat normal again.”

 “The offer of a massage still stands.” Drew said softly.

 “How about we do that after your workout?” I asked.

 “You got it, baby girl.” Joe replied for both of them.

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  “Massage time!” Drew announced as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. “Let’s get these clothes off Princess.”

 There were hands everywhere quickly removing my clothes as well as their own. “You need to take your clothes off to give me a massage?” I asked.

 Joe huffed out a laugh. “Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what’s going to happen after this massage.” He picked me up and unceremoniously flipped me onto my stomach. The men had obviously discussed a plan of attack before they got back to the cabin, because they each took their place right away.

 Joe was in charge of my right side, Drew on my left and Ferg stood knelt next to my head massaging my neck and shoulders. We may have known how the massage was going to end, but my guys still took the time to massage every part of me, adding kisses from time to time. I watched as they worked, eyeing the taut muscles rippling under skin, the carnal smirks as they massaged my breasts, the lust in their eyes when I moaned in relief and of course their rock hard dicks. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

 Joe was massaging my legs when his hand slowly crept up my thighs.

 “You feeling better yet, Princess?” Drew cooed out softly.

 I was going to say yes, but Joe slid his finger over my sex and I gasped when he flicked my clit. “Oh yeah. She’s ready” he said. “Aren’t you, Princess?”

 I looked up at Drew and nodded yes. He leaned in, kissing me gently as Joe began kissing my thighs, moving up so slowly. As I moaned into Drew’s mouth, Joe nibbled playfully at my hood, quickly followed by flicking his tongue over my clit. My moan turned into a needy mewl, and Drew broke the kiss, looking down at me.

 “Is Joe making you feel good?” He teased as he stood and towered over me. I whined and tried to wriggle, but Joe wrapped his arms around my legs holding me still. “Ohhhh. He is. Isn’t he?” He brushed the back of his fingers over my cheek. “Open that mouth little girl.” Drew grabbed his huge cock in his hand and pressed it against my lips. I opened wide and stuck my tongue out obediently.

 “Ah, Dat’s ma good girl.” Ferg brushed his hand over my hair before he pulled my hand to his dick.

 I grasped and sucked at the same time, eliciting a moan from both men. “You take my cock so good.” Drew said as he thrust into my mouth again. I quickly found a rhythm to stroke Fergal while Drew filled my mouth and part of my throat over and over. Fergal began playing with my nipples.  

 Even after last night, the feelings of all three of these men pleasing me was overbearing. My core clenched in desire as hands and mouths explored my sex, my body, my skin. I whined out in the painful need; a tear rolling down my temple into my hair.

 “You ok princess?” Drew asked as he pulled out of my mouth suddenly. The other two men realized something was wrong and stopped too, which only made my need worse.

 Fergal wiped the tear that escaped my eye with a gentle brush of the back of his fingers. “Love?”

 I nodded before I could answer. “Yes. Just….”

 “Just what love?” Finn asked. Would I disappoint them if I asked for a little less stimulation? Ferg leaned down close to me and looked me in the eyes. “Tell us.” His tone was gentle and caring, and I saw only concern from all three of them.

 “I’m just a little over-stimulated. I know I handled this and more last night, but it’s just too much right now. Just a little too much.”

 “That’s understandable, baby girl.” Joe cooed to me. “How about you tell us what you want?” He asked.

 I should have known the guys would understand. They were all so sweet. I smirked at Joe, “Well, for starters,” I put my hand on Joe’s shoulder and started pushing down. “Keep doing what you were doing.”

 All three of the guys laughed as Joe resumed his place between my legs. One long lick across my sex elicited a long moan from me. Ferg moved to the head of the bed, picking up my head and placing it in his lap. He began to stroke my hair lovingly.

 “There we go, lass. Is that better?” Drew asked.

 I looked to him and took his hand. “You are all such,” Mid-sentence, Joe had dipped two fingers in my sex as he sucked my clit. My back arched, the tension in my core becoming unbearable. I needed to cum. When he curled his fingers to brush my g-spot, I exploded with a near-feral groan.

“T’ere ya go, luv.” Ferg cooed down to me. He waited a minute before asking, “Better now?”

 Him stroking my hair felt so good, so soothing. The sensation so different than the wild storm of lust that was rising up in me again. Joe peppered kisses up my body until he came face to face with me. He looked entirely too proud of himself as he leaned in to kiss me deeply. He didn’t speak, but instead let out an almost imperceptible growl in my ear, which made me smile. He wanted to take me now. I knew it. I wanted that too, but there were 2 other men to please, and we both knew it.

 “Lay down here.” I tapped the bed beside me and Joe laid down. I curled onto his chest lovingly as Drew laid down behind me, his hands caressing my body softly, his lips softly pressing into my neck. It was a sweet moment as all three of my men held me, but it was over too fast. Drew’s hand slid down to my ass, caressing and grabbing at it as he lined his cock up to my slit.

 In one long stroke, Drew buried his massive cock inside me. The pleasure caused me to jerk, and I ended up looking at Joe. “Is this ok, princess?” Drew’s words were nice, but there was a desperate need tempering his voice.

 “Yes!” I was quick to answer, and my enthusiasm made the guys chuckle.

 As Drew slid out and back in me, Joe hooked his fingers under my chin, lifted my face to his and kissed me. I gasped into Joe’s mouth as a third stroke caused my back to arch. I couldn’t lay still…. Not with how good Drew was making me feel. I couldn’t just stay and enjoy Joe’s kiss. I leaned up on my elbow as Drew found a good rhythm.

 “You ok, luv?” Fergal asked. He was being so patient. I smiled up at him for a second before Drew’s next thrust. Each time he entered me, it was faster and harder until he was pounding that massive cock inside me so hard that I couldn’t think straight.

 “Y…. Yes.” I answered as soon as I could.

 Joe rolled onto his side, resting his hand on my hip as he cooed out praises to me. “You’re doing so good for us, baby girl. So good.”

 Drew fucked me for an eternity. At least it seemed like an eternity. I began to worry about my other men, but they continued to sooth me and praise me. I came 3 more times as he continued, hard and fast. When he finally found his release, he came all over my hip and ass. Ferg got wet washcloth and cleaned me up as Drew laid recovering behind me. Once done, Drew turned me over and pulled me onto his chest, kissing my forehead as he thanked me.

 “I should be the one thanking….” My sentence was interrupted by Joe’s fingers sliding into my wet cunt. My surprised moan elicited a chuckle from the men.

 Joe wasted no time, filling me with his length before I could even think about it. He may have been the sweetest of the three but that gentility disappeared the second he was inside me. His fingers grabbed greedily at my hips, pulling me back onto his cock over and over. I was pretty sure I’d have bruises on my hips, but right then, I didn’t care.

 He fucked me so hard, I thought my cervix might be bruised. It was sweet pain. I came again and again, losing myself in the tide of my orgasms overtaking me. A scream jarred me out of my bliss. It took a minute for me to realize I was the one screaming; screaming in a combination of pleasure and pain. Joe spanked me hard, the burning in my ass fading into tingling and heightening my ecstasy. Hearing my moan, Joe spanked me again. As before, I couldn’t stay laying on Drew’s chest as Joe’s thrusts pushed me into me jarringly.

 Joe locked his lips over my neck, sucking a spot until I was sure it would bruise. A brief thought of how much makeup I’d need to use on the bruise was quickly pushed out of my head as Joe thrust again.

 Fergal reached for my hair, bundling it up into a ponytail as Joe continued. Ferg handed the ponytail to Joe, who needed no instruction. He grabbed the hair willingly and began to pull my head up hard; using my hair as leverage to fuck me harder. The combination of his hand grabbing at my skin, him pulling my hair and the delicious friction between my legs was overwhelming and yet, perfect. The pleasure built until it was a combination of pleasure and pain. Just as I was certain I couldn’t stand another minute of it, he growled out as he came, pulling out of me and leaving his seed spread across my other hip and ass.

 Ferg was quick to wash me up again, and the bed rustled as the men adjusted, but I couldn’t find the strength to open my eyes and see what they were doing.

 “Love?” Ferg was in front of me. I opened my eyes to find that Ferg was laying next to me. Drew was gone and Joe laid on his back recovering. “Are ya ready for me?” I could hear the edge of desire in his voice. He was desperate; needy.

 I dreaded the mere idea of another round, but as Ferg’s blue eyes looked into mine, I knew he’d be gentle with me. His hand came up to my cheek, his thumb caressing the curve of my face. Seeing nothing but gentleness from him, I nodded yes. “I’m a little overstimulated.” I warned.

 “I know love,” He pulled my face to his and kissed me softly, carefully. “I know. I’m going to be careful.” Turning us until he was above me, Ferg pushed his knee between mine and took his place between my legs. Brushing his dick over my sex, Ferg smiled when he found I was still very wet.

 Slowly, gently, he entered me. I may have been over-stimulated, but the second I felt my lover inside me, the fire in me re-kindled. Yes. I could go one more round. One more for my men.

 I surrendered to Ferg, and he did not disappoint. We made love, soft and slow. Joe slipped out once he was recovered, and I heard a shower turn on, but as Ferg reached down and started circling my clit with his finger I forgot about everything that wasn’t in this bed. I exploded moments later, my core clenching hard around him. “Fuuuuck.” He moaned out, and I knew he’d lost control too, cumming with a wild roar as he emptied himself inside me.

 He laid beside me, gasping for breath as he recovered. I was completely spent, unable to move at all. Ferg curled around me, gently caressing my skin with his fingers as he kissed me softly. When Drew returned a few minutes later, wet and gloriously naked, he quickly scooped me up from Ferg’s hold, kissing my forehead as he carried me to the bathroom. “You ok, princess?” he asked as he set me down on the side of the tub that was now filled with warm water.

 I moaned my agreement, barely able to keep my body upright. “Can you handle this part alone?” he meant pee. When I nodded yes, he ducked out of the bathroom, letting me handle the necessary task. “Ok babe. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked me up and helped me climb into the warm bath. Sitting on the floor beside me, Drew carefully washed me before putting me back to bed with a couple of Aleve and water. Obviously the guys had discussed this, because Joe now came to lay beside me, pulling me onto his clean and slightly still damp chest. My heavy eyes closed now, and I drifted off to sleep completely sated.

@mindofasagitarius   @lclb13 @serenityfiretrash @lustyromantic @reigns-5sos @bigpsychicbagelauthor @omg-im-such-a-masochist @marlananicole

[hatterstan-shameblog]

Oh yeah? A random head canon? Well, this is more of an idea but still-

Okay, Hatter hiring Tatta to work at his hat shop because hat squad~✨Tatta is the hat son. :3

OOOOOH BUDDY OKAY this is getting a lil somethin-somethin

The Apprentice

Rating: PG (for Tatta for being a beautiful and wholesome boy)

Relationships: None (Hatter/Aguni implied because it’s basically always gotta be implied)

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

“So, uh,” Aguni asks, “how’s the new guy doing?”

It’s a beautiful Thursday afternoon. The birds are singing, the sun is shining…and, perhaps most importantly, Aguni and Takeru are splitting a bucket of fried chicken with a side of potato wedges, and two fresh-from-the-oven biscuits.

“Splendidly,” Takeru says, sinking his teeth into an extra-crispy chicken leg and smirking around the audible crunch sound that echoes against his teeth.

Aguni nods and twists the top of his biscuit off of the bottom.

“You’re not working him too hard, are you?”

“Mori,” Takeru says between lip-smacking bites, “I would never!”

Just then, a young be-hatted head pokes out from behind the back door. A handsome young fellow, with shaggy hair and a hopeful look in his eye—why, even Aguni, in all his gruff distrust of strangers, can’t help but find him charming.

“Mr. Danma, sir,” the energetic young man says, “the new shipment just came in! Shall I place it in the stock room, or would you like to look at it now?”

Takeru smiles, setting down his half-eaten drumstick and wiping his mouth on one of the flimsy paper napkins that came with their meal.

“The stock room, I think,” he replies, “we’ll go through it together after my meeting with Mr. Aguni.”

“Oh, so lunch with me counts as a ‘meeting’ now,” Aguni scoffs, “didn’t realize I got a promotion.”

“Yes, well…”

Takeru picks up a potato wedge and studies it for a moment. He frowns, then puts it back and selects a second, (apparently) more suitable option, which he dunks into a plastic container of ketchup.

“The newest associate at Hat Danma LLC has informed me that our lunch meetings may be tax deductible,” Takeru explains, gesturing with the ketchuped wedge in his hand, “If I count this as a business luncheon, I can write it off on taxes and get a refund.”

“Refund for what? I’m the one who bought the chicken,” Aguni argues, shoving his hand into the bucket for another deep-fried morsel, “I spend the money, and you reap the benefits?”

“Uh, yeah,” Takeru says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “that’s how it works.”

“Fine,” Aguni mumbles, “but you’re using your technically-fraudulent earning to take me somewhere nice.”

“Oh, yeah, okay,” Takeru shoots back, “I would love to know what, pray tell, is your idea of ‘somewhere nice’ that isn’t the Shibuya Denny’s.”

“The staff is polite and the prices are reasonable,” Aguni huffs, slathering a half-melted pat of butter onto his biscuit, “besides, every time we’re there, Akiko makes sure we have fresh coffee. How dare you imply that we don’t have a nice time at the Shibuya Denny’s…”

“Uh, I’m sorry to interrupt again—“

Aguni and Takeru table their squabble in favor of looking up at the young man who has, once again, stuck his head out from the back door.”

“Ah, Tatta, my dear,” Takeru says, “my favorite employee…”

“He’s your only employee,” Aguni grumbles, taking a sulky chomp out of his well-buttered biscuit.

Takeru smacks Aguni’s knee lightly in reprimand, but otherwise remains his usual perky self.

“I just wanted to let you know,” Tatta says carefully—almost nervously, but maybe that’s just his golden-retriever-like energy taking, “the Yamato’s have just ordered an additional two fedoras for the wedding. I know I should have asked you first, but…I paid an extra 1,000 yen for expedited shipping to Osaka, just to be sure the order gets there in time.”

“As you should have,” Takeru concludes, offering his new apprentice a nod of approval, “I’m pleased to know that you can handle an emergency situation with grace and tact.”

Tatta beams—a big, bright smile that stretches the corners of his lips to dig into the slight plump of his cheeks.

“Thank you, Mr. Danma, sir,” he responds, “I’m just glad I can be of help!”

“I have a way you can help me further,” Takeru says, that irresistible little lilt in his voice that has gotten more than one person into a heap of trouble, “if you’re willing, of course…”

“Of course,” Tatta replies, “I’ll do whatever you need!”

Aguni rolls his eyes. Of course Takeru likes him; the boy is all but begging for his approval. Nothing feeds the older man’s ego more than a young fellow looking up to him.

“My associate and I were just talking,” Takeru says smoothly, “and it seems we’re at a bit of an impasse. We’re looking for somewhere…hm, a bit more upscale for our next tete-à-tete.”

“Oh, well, I dunno,” Tatta says nervously, shoving his hands into his pockets, “I, uh, I don’t really go to too many fancy places.”

“Neither do we, son,” Aguni says with a sigh, “neither do we…”

“Oh, wait! I have an idea,” the vivacious young man says, “I mean, I don’t know if you’ll like it, but…”

“Aren’t you sweet,” Takeru coos, “See, Mori-chan, you don’t have to be so grumpy all the time. Why, you could benefit from—“

“Let the kid talk,” Aguni interjects. He wordlessly reaches into the bucket and pulls out another piece of chicken and holds it out for Tatta to take.

“Oh, uh,” Tatta says nervously, “are you sure?”

“Go on! The thigh is the best part,” Takeru insists, then chuckles to himself, “of the chicken and…of a lover.”

“Oh my God.”

“Breasts,” Tatta says quickly, “they’re, uh, they’re good too. On a chicken! I was talking about chicken…”

Takeru points at his bashful new protege, who’s now nibbling on the deep-fried breading and trying to hold back a blush.

“You, my young friend, are a man of culture,” Takeru turns to look at Aguni, “wherever he says to go, we’re going.”

Tatta full-on blushes at that.

“Well, uh,” he says, “The only place that really comes to mind is the bar from Lost in Translation…”

Aguni raises his brow in surprise.

“You mean the one with Bill Murray and Scarlet Johansson?”

“Yeah, that one,” Tatta says with a smile, “I just watched it last night and I thought the place looked really cool! It’s got that really great view of the city, and it’ll only be better when it’s dark and you can see all the lights!”

“Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant,” Takeru exclaims, “Mori, you’ll have to break out the suit.”

“The suit is a privilege,” Aguni responds, “I’m not convinced you’ve earned the right to see me in it…”

“So you’ll be wearing the black,” Takeru muses, his attention shifting back to the young man munching on his impromptu lunch, “and I, of course, will be wearing the red. But what about him?”

Tatta fumbles with his chicken.

“Wait,” he asks, “you mean I’m coming with—“

“Normally, I’d suggest the blue,” Takeru continues, “but I’m just not sure…”

“Put him in the olive,” Aguni suggests, “he looks to be about the right height for it.”

Takeru beams.

“Mori, I could kiss you,” he begins to say, but then his eyes slip sideways to see Tatta standing there, “but I won’t, because this is a business meeting and that is not something that professionals do at the office.”

“Well I’m busy eating, so…”

“Wait, uh, guys—“

Aguni and Takeru pause and look at the uncomfortable young man before them. Tatta shifts from one foot to the other, gaze fixed on his scuffed sneakers.

“I can’t go,” Tatta half-mumbles, “I’m sorry but…my shift doesn’t end until nine, and I need the paycheck, so…”

“You,” Takeru says, “are so goddamn precious.”

“Keep him on the clock,” Aguni tells Takeru, “count it as a business dinner. Hell, you could even pay him overtime to carry your drunk ass home.”

Takeru claps his hands together in glee.

“Oh, that is a genius move,” he says.

Takeru leans forward, resting his chin on his elbow and looking up at Tatta.

“What do you say, Cinderella,” Takeru asks him, “will you give up your chores for a few hours and let your fairy godfathers take you out for a truly legendary Boys’ Night out?”

“Hanging out with two middle-aged men at an overpriced bar is hardly a Cinderella moment,” Aguni grumbles, “but, hey, if you wanna come along, we’d be happy to have you.”

“Wow! Thanks,” Tatta says, sounding honest-to-goodness excited about the prospect of going out with his boss and his boss’ friend, “I, uh, I guess I’ll get back to the shop! I’ve got a lot to do if we’re closing early!”

And with a quick bow and an exuberant bite of his chicken, he turns on his heel, heading back into the depths of the hat shop to organize ribbons and restock shelves.

“Just adorable,” Takeru clucks, “Like a puppy that can do basic math and knows not to chew on my shoes.”

“I like him,” Aguni says, wiping his hands on his jeans, “kinda weird that he’s so enamored with you, but that aside, I think he’s a fine young man.”

“Well, what can I say? I have an eye for talent,” Takeru sets his now-finished chicken leg on his plate, “So, you’ll pick us up at six?”

Aguni tries to grimace, but a reluctant smirk sneaks its way onto his lips.

“If I must…”

[the-evil-authoress]

GX Month Day 6: “Heartfelt Appeal”

You find two characters that click so well, look them up...and there’s no content! ‘Why?? Someone please make content!’ The pleas go unheard. You’ll just have to make it yourself. Show some love for your rare pairs today!

MORE FANTASYSHIPPING! 8D

Year 2’s Duel Monster Spirit Day! Friendly reminder that ‘Mana’ is the name Dark Magician Girl gave when she introduced herself to Syrus last year.

Colorful banners and streamers hang from the entrance hall once more, market tents set up in the main yard with flashy signs and flags announcing their wares or food or other activities. Syrus stares at it all with the same wonder as last year, and peers through the throng of students hopefully. His other friends have already gone off to find the activities they like best, be it duels or carnival games or the kissing booth, so Syrus is free to wander at his leisure and search.

It’s stupid, it’s silly, and Syrus still wonders if last year was a fever dream regardless of the way Christina keeps teasing him and the ghost of arms he sometimes feels around his shoulders. But still, he hopes and maybe this year he can confirm it for sure.

“Syrus!” a voice calls out that tickles his memory and Syrus swings to face-

“Mana!” Heat floods his cheeks. Dear Ra, did she get prettier or is he just hopelessly, stupidly crushing? “You...you just disappeared last time,” he squeaks out the first thing that comes to mind that isn’t a jumbled mess of pretty hug magic like, and wants to kick himself when Mana’s expression falls.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she says, looking so sad it physically hurts. “I didn’t want it to end that way. I lost track of the time and I wasted too much of it showing off.” Her voice turns a bit bitter before she shrugs it off and smiles again. “But not this time. This time you have my full attention.”

“No, no!” Syrus frantically waves his hands in front of him. “I didn’t mean- I what?”

Mana giggles and leans down. “Just for today, you have me all to yourself!” Winking, she taps his nose and Syrus wheezes as his heart makes a valiant attempt at pounding straight out of his chest. Leaning back, Mana clasps her hands behind her back. “So what do you want to do?”

“Ah, well, um, we, we could, we could check out the carnival games,” Syrus finally stammers out a full sentence. Gods he hasn’t been this bad about it since the beginning of the year!

Mana only giggles again as she takes his hand and heads off toward the game booths. “Don’t go hiding in a trashcan on me now.”

Syrus’ brain freezes for a full second. “YOU SAW THAT?”

“I see everything Chinatsu sees! Well, almost.”

Who the hell is Chinatsu?!

*

It takes a solid 30 minutes and two botched carnival games to finally work himself out of that last anxiety attack, but finally his heartrate feels normal and he doesn’t want to die of mortification. If he dies he won’t get to see Mana smile or hear her squeal over the stuffed Happy Lover she won from the last game. Her throwing arm is ridiculously good. She’s also amazingly child-like for...however old she’s supposed to be.

“Ooo! I wanna try that! I wanna try that!” she squeals, pointing animatedly at the food stall with an assortment of pastries. “The bean fishies! Chinatsu loves these! I always wanted to try one!”

Syrus orders them a taiyaki each and ends up going back for seconds when Manna practically melts where she stands. “It’s so rich and sweet~!”

The next half hour ends up devoted purely to letting Mana sample all the food at the festival and discover her favorites. They compare tastes and Syrus offers recommendations. Mana ends up leaning more towards milder flavors of the sweet and savory variety; too much flavor and she’ll gag on it even if she likes the taste. Syrus prefers saltier foods with just a tiny extra kick. Mana’s reaction to hot spices had been concerning but strangely fun.

“Hey, um, if it’s not rude to ask...” Syrus starts as they sit on a bench nibbling on dango. Mana tilts her head to show she’s listening and Syrus ploughs ahead before he can talk himself out of it. “Are you really the Dark Magician Girl?”

Manna chews slowly before swallowing. “What do you think, silly?”

He thinks she is, and he’d call it crazy if not for, well, everything else crazy about the last two years of his life. After literally sentient murder crazy light, he might be ready to believe anything. But then- “Why me?”

“Because you wanted to get to know me,” Manna says without missing a beat. “You didn’t just see a pretty face or a powerful mage; you wanted to know the real me beneath all of that.”

“Oh...” Syrus remembers that conversation. Christina asked him why he had a card crush on the Dark Magician Girl. Did she ask because...

“And because I want to get to know you too,” Mana continues and Syrus sputters as his poor heart makes itself known again. “I’ve gotten to watch you a lot but that’s not the same as interacting. I want you to show me who you are. And I want to show you who I am.”

“Me? But I’m...I’m not...” His eyes fall to the ground as he thinks of that embarrassing episode of hiding in a trash can, of his brother who he couldn’t even stand up to in the end, of the Society of Light that he did absolutely nothing to help stop and even got himself kidnapped by a digital woman and her duel monster lackeys.

“Syrus.” A hand on his cheek brings him back to face Mana’s deep green eyes. “You can do anything and be anyone you want to be. I mean, just look at you already.” She plucks at the yellow blazer and Syrus’ chest fills with pride at the reminder. That’s right. He did do that. All on his own. “You look so good in yellow!” Mana cheers and Syrus’ ducks his face away again. He doesn’t know how to handle all these compliments! “Believe in yourself, and when that’s hard to do, believe me when I say I believe you can do anything.”

Those words might mean more to him than any other praise or pep talk he’s gotten before, simply because they sound so genuine. He’ll hold those words close to his heart for the rest of his life, because someone as strong and powerful as the freaking Dark Magician Girl believes in him. Swallowing, he nods and clears his throat to find his voice. “So, um, what do you wanna know?”

Smiling, Mana stands and pulls him straight back to the carnival games. Oh, so they’re not talking more? Syrus has to admit to being disappointed.

“Favorite color?” Mana asks as they try to catch tiny goldfish and distracts Syrus from the extra shiny one he almost caught.

“Actually...it’s orange,” he amidst sheepishly. “But I look horrid in it.”

“Aw, I think you’d look cute in orange! Like a little pumpkin.”

“A pumpkin?!”

“Oh? I’m sorry, was that an insult?” Mana asks with such genuine concern and confusion that Syrus can’t even be mad.

Shaking his head, Sryus flips the question around on her. “What about you?”

Mana stares at the water in the plastic pool. “It used to be purple...but I think I like grey a little better now.” She looks up and smiles and Syrus can’t help but feel like he’s missed something significant in that response.

“Favorite animal?” Mana asks once they’ve moved on to a ring toss game.

“Dogs,” Syrus says immediately, then feels self conscious about it. “I mean, they’re loyal and fluffy and I’ve always wanted one, they look fun to play with-”

Mana laughs. “Dogs are man’s best friend, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Mine are birds.” Mana looks up to the sky. “Because they can fly. I always wanted that freedom.”

“But you can fly too, can’t you?”

“In spirit form. But I can’t go too far from my card. Like this I can only float a bit.” With a snap of her fingers, her feet lift a couple centimeters off the ground in demonstration.

“That’s so cool.” Syrus stares in awe as Mana sets her feet back on the ground.

“The silliest thing you’ve ever done?”

A deep breath as a laundry list of his most mortifying experiences assault him. Breath out. He digs deeper for an older memory less tarnished by years of ridicule and insecurity. “I wore a sand bucket on my head and called myself a king.”

Mana laughs, loud and sudden, and Syrus takes pride in his four year old self for managing to entertain two people. He doubts he’d share that memory with anyone else; it’s one of the few he has of Zane smiling.

“I used to hide in giant vases then jump out and scare the crap out of my best friend,” Mana says with a wide grin, and Syrus snorts because he can picture it clearly. “Master always scolded me, but his reactions were too fun.”

Her master? Dark Magician then? Syrus wonders what kind of person would get to hang out with both of them. Probably another powerful spellcaster. “What is he like? Your master? Or...is he here today too?”

“Mahad? No, his situation is different from mine so it’s harder for him to cross the border,” Mana says, scanning the festival for their next game. “He’s pretty strict, and doesn’t know how to take a joke. But he’s kind and selfless.” Her voice grows soft and wistful, then she shakes herself and scratches her cheek. “Honestly, we’re kinda opposites, but that’s what makes it fun.”

She points to a shooting game booth before eagerly charging toward it; Syrus shows her how to use the toy gun and manages to beat her at this game. He still lets her pick out the prize, giggling when she picks out a lucky cat keychain.

“Dream career?” The key chain sways as it dangles from her finger.

Syrus fidgets. “It may seem kinda obvious, but I wanna be a pro duelist. A really famous one,” he mumbles, eyes turning to the ground.

“I bet you’ll be more famous that Yugi!” Mana cheers and Syrus quickly waves his hand in front of him.

“No! No, I doubt that!”

“Do you wanna have kids?” she asks while they fish for balloons with little hooks on strings.

Syrus chokes and drops his string straight into the water. “I mean, uh, maybe?? I guess I’d like- like to settle down and- and have a family- eventually...”

Mana smiles, but it looks a bit sad. “Yeah. I definitely want that too.”

“Best childhood memory?” Nimble fingers rifle through the Senbonbiki strings before giving one a tug.

Syrus answers without hesitation. “Zane teaching me how to duel.”

The string is a dud without a prize attached; Mana turns from pouting to look at Syrus with curious eyes. “Oh?”

“Yeah... we...” Syrus looks away, tries to keep the melancholy out of his voice. “We had a good relationship back then.”

Mana hums, reaching out to take his hand and wander back through the festival. “I think...mine is meeting Atem for the first time.”

Atem. That’s Christina’s ace card. Syrus shouldn’t be surprised he’s a duel spirit too. “Are all monster cards duel spirits?”

“Not every card has a spirit attached, but I have noticed almost every design mirrors a creature or person that actually exists.”

“Weird.” Honestly, Syrus never thought about it before, but it’s really weird that a game on Earth could accurately depict creatures from another dimension. Sure, Pegasus based the original cards off carvings he found in Egypt, but those were 3000 years old! Some of the new archetypes look distinctly futuristic, and Jaden designed the Neo Spacians so explain that! Just thinking about it gives Syrus a headache.

“Have you ever lost a fight?” he ventures to ask as they nibble on chocolate bananas.

“Lots of times,” Mana laughs at herself. “Especially during training. And no matter how good you are there’s always someone stronger, so tactical retreat is necessary!”

“Yeah, that’s true.” Syrus nods. The sky’s getting darker. Will Mana still be here for the fireworks? “What’s it like being a spirit?”

She doesn’t answer immediately. “It’s...lonely sometimes,” she admits, voice soft, almost forlorn. “Not many people can see us. We entertain ourselves by watching the world and taking bets on what kind of trouble Jaden will get into next.” Mana shrugs and smiles, an obvious attempt to make light of the situation, but Syrus can see straight through it.

“Oh,” he says, wishing he could put his emotions into words that wouldn’t hollow.

Mana glances out at the darkening sky, voice soft as she asks, “One thing you really wanna do before you die?”

“Huh?” The question startles Syrus as much as the oddly wistful tone. “I guess...” He hesitates. One thing? The thing he wants to do most? That he’d regret never doing? “I wanna be happy. With someone I mean!” he quickly amends and the word babble spills out from there. “I wanna get married and buy a house and share my life with someone. I know it probably doesn’t sounds that ambitious but-”

“No, that’s a great ambition.”

Syrus can’t really name the emotion on Mana’s face. Nodding, he looks down at his feet and fiddles with his hands. “Maybe...if we get to know each other better...you could be that person?” He squeezes his eyes shut, not daring to look up.

An intake of breath. “Syrus...”

The boom rattles through his bones and Syrus screams, flinging himself towards the nearest source of comfort and shelter, straight into Mana’s arms. Oh. Oh, the fireworks! Prying his eyes open reveals bursts of color lighting up the sky as another boom shakes the air. He laughs awkwardly and rights himself, murmuring an apology.

“I don’t have much time left,” Mana says, colored light illuminating her mournful expression, and the dread seizes Syrus by the throat.

“Ki-kiss me properly this time!” Oh gods his voice cracked and got really screechy, but he said it! His hands fist against his legs, trembling as her heart goes off on another marathon, and what if she rejects him? What if he read this all wrong? What if-

“Okay.”

Her kiss lingers on his lips long after the fireworks fade and she disappears back to being a spirit. He can still feel her hand against his own, and this time he knows it’s real.

[thekitteninlove]

Okay, so i wrote another fanfic. This one is much longer, 3000+ words or 6 pages. I put some more romance in it too, since i realized the other ones kinda lack that and i want more romance. This is my way of coping with my love for Dean

Characters: Dean Tweedle

Warning: R 18+

Title: Teacher's pet, part 1

I was in the schoolyard with my friend, Maya. We were on a break, so we decided to just take a walk outside.

“So, do you wanna go to the club tonight?” she asked me

“Again? Didn’t you go to one yesterday? When do you sleep?”. Our personalities were completely different. Unlike me, she was an extrovert who liked to party. She was always cheerful, so her presence lightened my mood.

“Well, you know, during classes or after I get back from school. So, what do you say? Wanna come?”

“Nope, you know I don’t like those kinda places. The music is too damn loud. I’m gonna go deaf in there. Besides which I have to study for the finals”

“Ugh, we still have plenty of time. You should take a break and relax sometimes. You know how the saying goes, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”

“I think I take enough breaks. I have my own way of having fun. I’m worried that if I take more breaks I’ll fall behind in my studies and I don’t want to disappoint the teachers”. Actually, I think I have a fear of disappointing them. I wonder if this fear has a name.

“Right. How could I forget you’re teacher’s pet whose hobby is to please the teachers.”

“You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing, but my future is at stake here”

“Oh, come on, don’t be so dramatic. It’s not like your future will be destroyed if you spend a bit more time socializing. How about getting a boyfriend? Love will definitely make you happier.”

Love? I immediately thought of Dean and my heart started beating faster. I don’t know when I started having those feelings for him. It feels like it happened gradually. The feelings kept getting stronger and stronger. I began to look forward to his lessons, although I don’t particularly enjoy history. I think I love him, but he only sees me as his student, nothing more. He’s the perfect teacher, always going out of his way to help his students. He’s out of my league. I doubt he’d even consider a girl like me a potential partner. But I can’t find anyone else I’d like to date. Most of the boys in my class were acting like 5 year olds. During breaks, the classroom becomes a battlefield because they start fighting over trivial stuff, which is why we’re outside. They put bugs in girls’ bags or they play with paper airplanes. They’re high schoolers, not primary school kids, but they don’t seem to have matured much since then. There are a few other boys who act their age, but their taken. Figures. I sighed.

“I noticed how you’ve been looking at Dean” Maya said after a moment with a grin on her face. “You look at him like he’s the love of your life”

“What!? No way! Was I that obvious? Has anyone else noticed that? I don’t want him to know that. That’ll be embarrassing.” I felt my cheeks redden. I didn’t realize I was letting my emotions show on my face. I hope he didn’t notice that

“Emma, you should tell him your feelings or you’ll regret you never did that. What’s there to lose? At least give it a go. You can’t know what someone else is feeling unless you ask them.”

“Ugh, i… I guess you have a point. I’ll try to tell him how I feel” I was a bit reluctant and scared that he was going to reject me and break my heart.

“You’ll not ‘try’, you’ll do it. And don’t say ‘tie me up, teacher’. Confess like a normal person. ‘I love you’ is all you need to say to convey your feelings”

“Hey, why would you think I’d say that?” I was shocked at what she said and I tried to push away the thoughts of Dean tying me up and having his way with me

“Because that’s how masochists confess their love, duh” she said matter-of-factly

“I’m not a masochist”. Well, I guess I was a bit, but I wasn’t going to admit that.

“Uh-huh, sure thing.” She said in a teasing voice

Dammit, I need to change the subject. “So, uh… how’s it going with your boyfriend? I’ve seen him stealing your bag many times just to get your attention. He’s so childish, how can you stand that?”

“Well, he can get annoying at times, but I still like him. What I like the most about him is that he has a great sense of humor. I always laugh at his jokes”

That’s true. I really like his jokes too. I, on the other hand, suck at telling jokes. People think I’m serious when I make them. I should just give up. I like him, but he certainly isn’t my type.

The sound of the bell signaled the end of the break, so we made our way back to class. Hopefully, they didn’t destroy anything.

After the lectures were over I went to the library. I was still thinking about what my friend said. How will I go about it? What if he rejects me? I heard about the broken heart syndrome. It’s like a heart attack, but it can be caused by a sudden rush of extreme emotions. I hope he won’t break my heart, figuratively and literally speaking. I’m so anxious I can hardly concentrate on this book. Next time I get the chance to speak with him privately I need to tell him I love him. But he’s so busy. I wish I had more opportunities to talk to him. I doubt I could find a man as good as him anywhere else. He’s the only one I desire. I wonder why I feel so attracted to him. I’ve read in a book that researchers study animal behavior to explain certain behaviors in humans. It says that people are looking for a mate whose genes would increase the chance of survival of their offspring. Maybe I subconsciously want Dean’s genes. But is there all there is to it? I was so distracted by my thoughts I couldn’t hear the footsteps behind me.

“The library is closed. You’re not supposed to be here” said a stern voice behind me

“Whoa!” I exclaimed in surprise and turned around to find Dean standing there with an amused expression on his face. When I looked toward the windows I realized it was already dusk. Time passes so fast

“It’s closing time.” He corrected himself. “You need to go home”

“Oh, right” I was about to pack my things and go, but then I realized that this might be the opportunity I was looking for. “Um, I need to tell you something” I was starting to get nervous

“Yes? Do you need help with something?” he asked

His kindness warmed my heart. This was one of the things I loved about him. “Uh, i… I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately” I was quite anxious, but I tried to keep my voice steady. “but I’ve only recently realized that i…” I felt that my heart was about to explode from all the intense emotions I was feeling. Nervousness. Love. Excitement. I felt a surge of adrenaline, like I just drank coffee. Never before have I felt this way. It was something new. I felt like I was suffocating, like I was drowning in my own feelings. “I love you” I finally said it and looked at him expectantly

He opened his eyes wide. It was clear he wasn’t aware of this. Silence fell between us and after a moment that seemed to last forever he said in a confused voice “Are you sure? I’m not as good as you think I am”

Huh? He’s less confident than I thought he was. Well, that fine by me. He doesn’t have to be that confident for me to like him. “I think I am and I want to get to know you better. So would you like to go on a date?” I was feeling hopeful. He didn’t reject me straight away. It seems like I might just have a chance with him.

“Well,” he smiled “if you think you can handle me then I accept your invitation. I also want to get to know my pet better”

Wow! I can’t believe it! He said yes! YES, YES, YES! Damn, I’m so lucky. This is the luckiest day of my life. How come this hunk doesn’t have a girlfriend? Well, who cares about that, he’s mine now. I felt like dancing with joy.

He began to close the distance between us. “I will teach you about real love”. He lifted my chin up with his index finger and I looked up into his beautiful dark grey eyes. My heart began to beat faster as he moved closer and then pressed his lips against mine. I felt a rush of excitement at the sensation of his warm lips brushing against mine. I didn’t expect this. He then licked my lips and I slightly parted them to let him slip his tongue in. Our tongues coiled around each other and I felt the need to move even closer to him. I put my hands in his hair to deepen the kiss and he put his arms on my hips and pushed me against the bookshelves. He then pressed his body against mine and I let out a small gasp.

“You’re my pet. I won’t let anyone else have you. I’m your only master, do you understand?”

“Yes, master” I don’t want anyone else but him. My heart belongs to him.

“Good girl.” He smiled and kissed me again. This time he was more passionate than before. I ran my hands through his hair as he removed his gloves and slowly slid one of his hands up my outer thigh and used the other to massage my lower back.

“Mmmh” I felt myself gradually becoming hotter. I want him to do more. I want his genes in me. I hope we won’t get caught, but by now most of the students and staff should’ve left. He’s usually among the last ones to leave. He broke away from the kiss and started nibbling my neck, while his hands slid under my skirt and took off my undies, then I felt his hand rub me between my legs. I was trying not to make much noise in case there were still people in the school, but it was getting hard to control my voice and I let out a moan. “Ahh, Dean, I want you in” I was breathing hard and tightly gripping his hair. He slowly inserted two fingers in me and moved them in and out. At this point I couldn’t think straight as I pushed myself against his hand wanting more. “Ohh, I love you, Dean. I want you so badly”. He then used his other hand to take off his pants and underwear, took out a condom from his pocket and put it on.

“Put your legs around me, I’ll hold you” he said as he put his hands on my hips to hold me up

I did as he said and then he began to insert his shaft little by little in me. He tried not to move too much so that I could adjust to it. I put my hands on his back and held him tightly to me. My heart was beating wildly in my chest. I’d be surprised if he didn’t hear it. My desire for him overcame my anxiety and I began to move my hips back and forth. He then gripped my hips more tightly and began to move too. I was digging my nails into his back, moaning and calling his name. “Ahhh, I love you” I said in between breaths. I could hear him moaning close to my ear, which made me even more aroused. I then felt his warm and wet tongue on my neck and a bit of pain as he bit it. “Oh~, Dean~”. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the climax. He began moving faster and I could feel he was starting to lose the last bit of control he had on his body.

“Ohhh, you’re… mmh… such a… haa… naughty pet” he managed to say between moans “for tempting me… aah… I’ll… nnnh… punish you” he then bit my neck again and I moaned out his name as I arched my back and came. His movements became erratic and he soon came after me as he moaned my name in my ear.

We were breathing hard and it took a while until we regained our composure and got dressed.

“We need to clean ourselves, so we can go to my place to take a bath if you want to. I know you live farther away and you’re sweaty. You’ll catch a cold if you stay for too long outside like this” he said

It was nice of him to suggest this and I agreed to his proposal. I needed to clean myself. ASAP

It only took a few minutes to reach his apartment. After he turned on the water for the bath we sat down at the table to eat some food. This feels like a dream. I can’t believe this actually happened. I didn’t think he’d do this. Dum warned me that he was a corrupted teacher, but I didn’t believe him. But now I see he’s not as perfect as I imagined him to be. Although I don’t mind it. It felt better than I imagined it would be like. I felt my cheeks grow hot as I remembered what we did. To think he’d do something like that… Curiosity got the better of me and I asked him “Why did you agree to date me and why…” I trailed off trying to find the right words “why did you touch me like that?”

He stopped eating and turned his gaze to me. “I’ve had my sights set on you for a long time now. But I’m a teacher and hitting on a student would be considered outrageous. I was relieved to hear that you were feeling the same way about me. I was starting to worry that I needed to wait until you graduated to confess my love to you. Although…” he paused “we’ll have to keep this a secret. The others might jump to some false conclusions and I don’t want that. I care about my reputation. So could you keep it a secret?”

I was a bit disappointed that we had to keep this a secret, but as long as I could stay by his side I was happy. “Sure thing” I responded

“Great. I think the bath is almost ready, so let me spoil you for all your hard work”

We went to the bathroom, where he started taking off his clothes one by one. I watched him strip taking in his muscular body. Mmh, lookin’ good there, teach’. Looks like someone’s going to the gym. I heard he knows martial arts. Perhaps because he felt like I was staring at him he looked at me and grinned.

“Aren’t you going to undress?”

Oh, right, I should do it too. After we took off our clothes we went to soak in the warm water. The bathtub was large enough for both of us, so we sat across from each other. Ugh, it feels a bit awkward. The strained silence was broken by his voice.

“They say that actions speak louder than words. I want to praise you for being such a good pet, so come over here and let me spoil you” he said with a smile

I moved closer to him. Then, as I was closing the distance, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a kiss. It was hot and passionate and I felt like I was melting in his arms. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine and his hands holding me tightly to his chest. I wrapped my legs around his hips as I placed my hands on his back. I could feel his thing harden, so I slid one of my hands down to stroke it. He then let out a moan and bit my lip, which made me gasp. He then placed his hands on my butt and squeezed it.

“Mmmh, Dean”

His lips moved to my ear and whispered “Your grades are… mmh… so good, I need to… haa… praise you… nnh… more” then licked my ear

“Yes, praise me more, teacher~” I said in a husky voice. I stopped stroking his cock and began to move my hips against his, feeling his hardness between my legs. It was getting hotter and hotter and that wasn’t only because of the water.

He grabbed my hips and began to put it in and I heard his voice close to my year “You’re such a… nnnh… good pet… ahhh” his hips were moving to and fro now and he was panting hard “a really… ohh… good pet… mmmh”

“Ahhh, I love you… mmh… master~” I was holding him tightly and moaning. I need him so much. I love him more than anything else in the world. I was getting closer and closer to my peak and as I felt him tighten his hold on my hips I moaned out his name and came. I felt him take it out and i realized he hasn’t finished yet, so I put my hands on his shaft and started rubbing it

“Ahhh… yes… do it like that… mmh” I heard him moan. He then gripped my shoulders and started licking my neck. “faster… nnh”

I started moving my hands faster around his thing. I felt it throbbing under my hands. It feels so good to hear his moans and know that I’m the one making him feel this way. After some more rubbing he came and took me in his arms. He began to caress my back, moving his hand down my back and back again. This feels so relaxing. We stayed like that for a while and then got out of the water. Since it was so late he let me stay at his place and lent me one of his shirts to sleep in.

We were lying in bed, in each other’s arms, when he said “I don’t want to ever let you go, even after you graduate… will you still want to stay by my side? Even though you know how I truly am?”

“Yes, I will. My heart belongs to you. I’m all yours”

“I’m all yours too” he said and gave me a quick kiss

I felt so relaxed and happy right now like I’ve never had before. My friend was right. Love makes you happier.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

BTS During Sex

Hyung Line

Summary: The title stands for itself, really

Requested by theoreticalthot01

Warnings: filth, really just filth, tiny bit of fluff, but GOD it’s dirty like really avert your eyes, children, christ is watching

A/N: Maknae Line will be a couple of hours because I needed a cold shower

Word count: 3329 words of pure thirst and filth

Namjoon (RM)

F i l t h y mouth don't @me

Sex drive is probably among the highest in the group

Cannot keep his hands off you if you wear a short skirt or shorts

If you don’t want to fuck your ass better wear pants to bed, I’m just saying

He's a leg man i don't make the rules

If you have thick thighs he will worship them

Loves it when you're a tease like the first time you got tipsy when you were out to dinner and leaned over the table to whisper in his ear that you weren't wearing panties he had to order dessert just to have time to control his hardon

He's the type to take his time with you but that night as soon as he walked in the door he threw down his keys and bent you over the back of the couch

In general if you wear a skirt around him you’ll end up bent back over the nearest available surface

Will 100% love it if you visit him in his studio in a skirt and no panties he’s fucking salivating if you wear a skirt and stilettos

Don’t wear a skirt out with him because he will definitely finger you under the table but I mean, he’s got long talented fingers so like..do 

After you come, trying not to moan at the fucking restaurant, he’ll deadass smirk at you and put his fingers in his mouth

Loves to see you on your knees but doesn’t ask often because he comes in your mouth so fast and he wants to fuck you instead

Talks so much during blowjobs “I love the way you swallow my cock, baby,” and lots of cursing when he comes in your mouth, will grab your hair and force you down on him but apologize for it afterward

Lowkey loves it when you gag on his cock though so he might apologize a lot

If you wear glasses and you let him come on your face and glasses he will fucking worship you forever

Has a glasses kink in general he knows it doesn’t mean you’re smart necessarily, but that’s what the media says so it stuck

So you find this out on accident

You’re dressed for work, business casual in a black aline skirt and a white button up and low heels and you put your hair up in a messy bun and forego your contacts for your glasses

You meet him at his studio on your lunch break and he’d left before you that morning 

When you walk in carrying the food he looks up from his work and does a whole double take

He looks you up and down with his mouth open, shocked

You’re wearing bright red lipstick and you think maybe it’s too much like you don’t know wtf he’s staring at you for

He’s sitting spread legged in his chair and when you walk over to kiss him he grabs your ass and makes you straddle him

You end up with your ass on the chair and your legs over his shoulders and he fucking wrecks you, he’s so rough you might have trouble walking back to work but he comes fast looking at your red mouth open and your hair falling out of that bun

His hands are shaking as he zips up his pants after, “Please don’t wear that to work again. I don’t want anyone else to see you in it.”

He talks so dirty to you right before sex or doing foreplay shit like "I'm going to ruin that tight cunt" and he gets all bossy like "on your knees" but during the act he's not that vocal just little breathy moans and when he's about to come he holds his breath so you always know

Really really loves foreplay sometimes y'all just do mutual masturbation bc he loves to watch you fall apart under his command tells you what to do and will barely touch you during

His favorite position is doggy style or you on top facing away from him he loves the curves of your waist and hips like a violin he wants to play all day long

Likes to sit in a chair while he's wearing a suit and pull his cock out and make you stand and bounce up and down facing away from him it makes him feel like a king and when your legs give out he'll lie you down on the floor gently and finish while staring into your eyes bc hes grateful that you like to please him

He doesn't normally praise you a lot but he will when you do something special for him like that

Will eat you out but not until you come usually just until your legs are shaking and you're about to because he loves to feel you clenching around his cock when you come

He's got a big dick top three in the group don't @me

Longer rather than thick though so when he gets rough it might bump your cervix

Fun fact if you let him put it in your ass he just might wife you

Jin

Fairly vanilla in bed

Not kinky although the one time you talked him into letting you blindfold him he came so hard he couldn't move for ten minutes

Loud AF, big moans heavy breathing lots of cursing "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck"

Not as visually stimulated as some of the others you can wear a lace crotchless teddy to bed and he deadass won't notice

He's stimulated by sensation mostly which is why the blindfold worked so well at first he didn't like the lack of control but as soon as you kissed him and bit his lip a little he moaned so loud he might have woken the neighborhood

His hands are everywhere during foreplay not just your breasts or pussy he'll trail his fingers behind your knee, trace the line of your throat

His nipples are very sensitive and he loves it when you kiss and nibble them lowkey into a little pain with his pleasure but not much

He's not really into oral either giving or receiving bc he can't touch you everywhere and he can't come from just your mouth he'll get frustrated when you try and pull your hair a little so you'll hop on top of him

When he does go down on you hes stupid good at it though like this version of EatJin is what you ask for on your birthday

Jin eats pussy like it's his JOB don't @me

He'll bite your inner thighs to tease you, and you'll have marks there for a week bc when he does treat you he'll take his time

Dick isn't huge but it ain't small average length, thicker than average

He is a tiddy man he loves your breasts whether they're small, average or big he likes the way they fit in his hands and how your nipples pucker up in his mouth

Lowkey breast worship he likes them all but if you have tig ol biddies he might wife you

If you let him titty fuck you he'll be so grateful he'll go down on you every night for a week

He doesn't ask for it but you see how much he loves your breasts he'll stare at your cleavage and he'll never let you sleep if you slide into bed in a white t-shirt and no bra where he can see your nipples through your shirt

Once he pulled you into the shower with him while you were just wearing his white T-shirt and he was just fucking around bc you were giving him hell about something

But when he saw your nipples tighten, tshirt clinging to you, he grabbed you and kissed you even though you were mid yell

Fucked you against the shower door so hard you were worried the whole time he’d bust it and you’d both break your necks

Comes so fast when you play with your tits while you're riding him, which btw is his favorite position

He’ll grab on to your hips so hard you’ll have fingerprint bruises, not that you mind and towards the end he’ll get impatient and hold you down while he bucks up beneath you, fast

He’s not great at slow dicking he fucks like a jackrabbit usually

is the type to buy a ceiling mirror or fuck you in front of a full length one, loves to see your pussy swallowing his cock and loves to preen at how he looks while fucking you

He will always, always want to come on your tits if y’all are fucking in missionary

Will ask to take a picture of you with his come all over your tits so that he can use it for his spank bank while he’s on tour

He sends you more pics than you send him, dirty or otherwise

When he’s horny while he’s on tour you’ll get a dick pic and be like oh ok

Would prefer to sext rather than phone sex or Skype, he’s not that visually stimulated so your words can help more than anything else

Wants so many pics of your tits, though, like in a bra, out of a bra

If you can lick your own nipple and send him a video of it he will nut in five seconds and ask you to marry him

Yoongi

So like if you like to make love, you probably don’t need to get with Yoongi

Because even if he’s madly in love with you he’ll fuck you like you’re some skank he picked up in a club

Like Jin, he’s not that into oral either giving or receiving unless he’s just super horny and lazy and wants you to get it out of the way

He loves your mouth but like it’s not his favorite thing he’d rather fuck

It takes him a while to come like your jaw will be hurting

During a blowjob is the only time Yoongi is kinda soft with you sexually

He’ll stroke your hair and praise you in a low murmur, call you a good girl when you deepthroat him and after he comes he’ll wanna cuddle with you for a while

Prefers to come in your mouth usually but will want you to stick your tongue out and let him finish so he can see you swallow it he finds that so fucking hot he might think about it half an hour later and fuck you against a wall

So good at eating pussy, like oh my god, almost the best of the group

Fucking KILLER mouth/finger combo, will tongue your clit and finger fuck you with three fingers until you’re screaming

Lowkey it’s almost punishing when he does eat you out though, he loves to make you come more times than you can handle, overstimulation is his  brand

You’ll be begging him to stop before he’s done with you and he’ll just smirk up at you and remind you of the safe word and go back to his business if you don’t say it

You definitely 100% need a safeword established before y’all start fucking

Like, he’s not into full dom/sub (unless you are, and he’ll be down) but he’ll try to find every hard limit you have

He will finger you fucking anywhere if you wear a skirt or shorts that he can get his hand into

Like it’s his favorite thing to do in public, at a restaurant, sitting under a blanket while watching TV with the boys, at your goddamn parents house on the fourth of July when it’s dark except for the fireworks and you’re sitting on a blanket

Likes his girls submissive but if you’re a brat he will want to cuff you

He deadass gets hard when you talk back to him even if you’re not in a sexual situation

Like if he says something snappy while you’re helping him in the studio and you’re like “Fuck you and your dumbass rap lyrics” he’ll bend you over the desk so fucking fast

His ideal mate would be the brattiest sub to ever sub

Favorite position? All of them, he’s not picky, but if you’re bi and ask for a threesome with a friend his favorite position is fucking you from behind while you eat her out

In either a strict fwb situation or a long term, trusting relationship, would 100% be down for threesomes, m/f/m or f/m/f

Kind of a voyeur during them, though, loves to watch you getting fucked, if it’s a guy the harder he goes the better, he’ll be dripping precum from watching and stroking himself before he gets his turn

Will tell him what to do and where to touch you, likes to bark orders

Would let the other guy go first because he likes to watch but would go extra EXTRA hard when it was his turn to show you who you belong to

If it’s a girl he likes to watch you top, likes for you to make her come so hard her legs are shaking 

If you’re not okay with it, he’s totally fine with not actually fucking the other girl, but lowkey his fantasy is for you two to just WRECK a girl

If you’re down to finger a girl’s clit and suck her tits while he’s fucking the shit out of her, he WILL wife you

Of course would be 100% fine with you not being into threesomes, but would fantasize about it, watch porn with you involving orgies and threesomes, and it can just be a fantasy he’s not an asshole

Will dirty talk a little in bed, call you a whore if you’re okay with that kind of thing, but doesn’t talk much, isn’t very vocal in general

Quiet grunts and sometimes a low growl or two when he comes

Loves to mark you, hickies everywhere, your tits, inner thighs, all over your throat, he will bite you so hard you’ll bleed if you’ll let him. 

What really makes him hard though is when you wanna mark him

He’ll bitch if you leave visible hickeys that he has to cover with makeup, but really every time he sees them in the mirror his dick twitches, especially if you leave teeth marks

He’s not a tit man or a leg man or an ass man, it’s not about looks with him, just attitude and personality, but he’ll find something about you that turns him on, whether it’s the long line of your neck or the curve of the shell of your ear or your bare shoulders when you’re wearing an oversized sweater

Super good at sexting while you’re on tour you can be in class and he’ll send you a paragraph that has you dripping

Loves Skype sex but he sometimes will turn off his camera and just watch you (he’s a voyeur, not an exhibitionist)

Super horny in the mornings, mad morning wood, but he loves his sleep so he won’t normally do anything about it

If you wiggle your ass against him in your sleep he’ll wake you up and fuck you slow for at least half an hour

Do NOT wake him up with a blowjob unless you don’t wanna be able to walk that day

Hoseok (J-Hope)

I sure hope you like kinky shit if you’re fucking J-Hope

Has a list of kinks three pages long because he Is down for literally anything

Even if you’re into the weirdest shit he will do it and love it

You could be into literally anything and he’d be like, “oh word? let’s go”

Will try anything once and even if he lowkey hates it he’ll do it sometimes just to make you happy

Hobi. Is. A. Switch. You cannot change my mind

Has the biggest dick in BTS don’t @me

If you have a favorite position, it’ll be his too

He is a giver in bed, Hobi’s number one kink is making you come no matter how it happens

If you don’t suck dick at all he won’t care bc he’d rather eat you out anyway

If you enjoy giving head though he’ll let you do it whenever and wherever

You know that saying jack of all trades, master of none? That’s Hobi in bed

The reason he’s so fire in bed isn’t because he’s good at one thing or another, but because he will never ever let you go to sleep without at least three orgasms

You cannot fake an orgasm with him, either, he will know, he’s like doing calculations and measuring the way your skin isn’t flushed or your pussy isn’t open enough

He will be so fucking mad if you try, actually, because he has no ego in that sense if he’s not doing it right you better tell him how to do it

He doesn’t fuck you as often as some of the other guys because it’s always like a three hour ordeal

He might like foreplay better than actual sex

SO fucking loud during sex, if you ever do it in public (and he’ll want to) everyone will know

You know he’s down for anything but you find out his biggest kinks by accident hell maybe he doesn’t even know he has it until it happens

Once at a party he dragged you into a bathroom and took off your panties but when he starts to fuck you he’s so fucking loud you’re worried someone will think he’s dying so, not thinking, you stuff your panties in his mouth to quiet him

He had his eyes closed but when he tastes pussy and fabric he looks right at you and fucks you hard for like five strokes before he comes

“I’m so sorry, baby, that was so fucking hot, you can’t do that to me without warning!”

He’s lowkey mad that you made him come so fast and he won’t let you leave the bathroom until he eats you out with your legs on his shoulders until you’re the one making everyone uncomfortable at the party

He will never stop talking about it if you do something he likes so much, either, like 3 months later he’ll get horny thinking about it and text you about it

You better wear earbuds during Skype sex bc he will wake up the neighborhood

Absolutely loves the way you lick your lips when you’re watching him stroke himself, will deadass come ON the camera lens

If you’re a cocktease he will fall in love with you the first time you fuck

Like y’all are at a club and you’re grinding on him and eye fucking him and when you get back home you’ll make out with him and rub his cock through his jeans but not go any further

Is a big fucking tease and loves you to be one too but I mean, he’ll put his money where his mouth is eventually

If he’s horny and you’re on your period or something he’ll be watching every move you make even if you’re just straightening up the apartment and when you make him sexually frustrated like that everything you do is so fucking sexy

Like you are dusting with a feather duster and he suddenly imagines you putting it in your pussy

Speaking of being on your period, he’s a member of the “Put down a towel” team, he doesn’t give a fuck

He wants to see your face during sex because he loves the expressions you make and how you pant, so he won’t like doggy style much

Honestly I feel like Hobi is a face manBy that I mean if you’ve got a pretty face or something unique like light colored eyes or a square jaw, something that makes you look just a little different, Hobi will want you so fucking bad

If you’re not actually kinky, that’s cool because lowkey his kink is just...you

[dxlansfxck]

Blurred Lines | E.D.

Summary: Smoking weed with Ethan for the first time turns into snacking, cuddling and making out.

Warnings: Smut, Drug use, fluff I guess

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Ethan and you have been planning this evening out for weeks now, not sure where to buy the things you’ll need, being paranoid about the cops and getting into jail. You’ve had some friends that smoke weed on a regular basis, but you’ve never tried it. Damn, Ethan didn’t even like to drink alcohol, how could someone conclude that he was ready to try some weed now? Both of you were stressed out lately, started arguing over stupid shit, not being handle themselves. They might think that all you need is a good fuck, but well, that’s what you were doing every single night. You’ve had the best sex of your lives, basically trying out everything without kink-shaming the others interests. Grayson himself loves a nice blunt here and there – it was the only thing that could calm him down while having anxiety attacks-, so he offered his brother to get some more when he meets his dealer the next time, maybe even hitting the bong with you.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? It isn’t illegal for no reason. Oh god, has someone ever died from an overdose? Of course people need to smoke that shit if they’re so nervous about doing it, they need something to calm down after the panic. How do we even do this, have you ever rolled a blunt? And shall we smoke a blunt or a joint? Grayson said we could use his bong as well, but isn’t it stronger this way? Y/N, I think we should- ““I think you should shut up, babe. Don’t worry too much, you can’t die from just smoking one or two blunts. Look at Gray, he’s still alive and some days all he does is sitting in his room smoking weed. We’ll be fine, but if you don’t want to do this, we don’t need to, you know that right?” You try to calm your boyfriend down, not wanting to pressure him into something. E just nods, smiling shyly. “I just don’t want to risk anything, but you’re right, nothing could happen. Should we prepare some food in case we’ll get hungry?” You jump up, running into the kitchen and pull premade cookie dough out of the fridge while grinning at Ethan. “Duh. I’m making those, you’ll call the pizza delivery! I want pineapple and sweet corn, maybe some Sprite with it as well. And don’t forget- “”The Ranch dressing, I know, princess. Gimme a sec.”

“Hey guys, I’m back”, Grayson enters the door, already smelling freshly baked cookies and Pizza while stepping out of his shoes. “Damn, I’m smoking with you all the time if you’re coming this prepared.” You just shrug your shoulders. “Didn’t know what I would be in the mood for and this guy”, you point down to your stomach, “Is hungry for everything.” Ethan laughs while letting him fall right next to his girl, putting on ‘Mulan’ on the screen. He knows it’s your favorite and he learned to love it too.

“How are we going to do this, Gray?” “I already bought premade blunts, it’s easier”, he holds them up, so you could see them. “Ready, folks?” Grayson sits right next to you, placing one of the blunts between his lips and lighten it before taking a deep breath. He exhales with closed eyes before handing it over to you, who repeats the process. Ethan is the last one, still a bit nervous but curious. He didn’t like the taste, the irritation in his throat and the coughing afterwards which made him drink a whole cup of Sprite. But it gets easier each time he hits the blunt, soon the second one is all smoked up as well and Grayson went back to his room to play some Fortnite. Ethan and you were just looking at each other, grinning, and enjoying some of your pizza while finishing the movie, not feeling high at all.

“Shall we go to our room? We can watch some YouTube in bed, the couch isn’t as comfy.” You nod, grabbing the cookies and Sprite before going upstairs, sliding directly into your bed. “What do you want to watch? Shane?” Of course, you watched Shane, your favorite YouTuber. Conspiracy after conspiracy, Ethan just shakes his head. “Don’t get it. How’s he so smart?” Then he starts laughing. “Oh well, he just googles the stuff, I guess. But where does the idea to google it come from? He must be smart. I’m not that smart, but that’s okay, right?” He looks over at you which is totally lost in the video. “Mhm, yes, smart”, while munching some cookies. “Dude, these are so fucking good, they taste like a chocolate explosion in my mouth. Try one!” “Oh fuck, you’re right”, he speaks with a mouth full of cookies. “They’ve never been this good, I swear, if everything tastes like this if you’re stoned, I want to smoke every day.” He looks over to his girlfriend, chocolate spread around your mouth, the hair falling out of your messy bun, wearing nothing but E’s old football tee. “God, you’re so beautiful, princess”, wrapping his arms around you, Ethan can’t stop admiring you. “Your skin is so soft, even though your legs aren’t shaved, how do you do this? HOW?” You just laugh it off, placing one hand on Ethan’s cheek. “Thank you, baby. But you’re beautiful too. People may call you hot or handsome, but you’re truly beautiful, inside and outside. I love you, Ethan.” “I love you too, Val.” Your lips met in a soft, lovely kiss, different to your normal making outs. Usually, the couple would fight over dominance, this time there wasn’t any dominance at all, just sweet love.

You kissed for what seems like hours, exploring your bodies and showing love to each other. You were on top of Ethan, kissing his jawline, pressing sweet little kisses onto his Adam’s apple down to his rising chest. “You smell so good, E. Like cookies, sugar and yourself.”, You mutter as you softly lick over his lightly sweaty chest. Ethan couldn’t hide that quiet moan that leaves his skin as soon as your tongue reached out for his nipple.

Your lips wander down his toned chest and the slightly hairy trail down to his boxers, leaving a few love bites here and there – the lovely making out session quickly turning into what you usually do. “Baby, no teasing, please.” Ethan grabs a fistful of your hair, while looking down into your sparkling, yet red and hooded eyes. Just as you bite the skin beneath his belly button, he throws his head back with a deep growl. “I feel like I’m in the sky, babe.”

You just laugh while making your way downwards, licking and kissing his thick thighs, lightly scratching the skin with her nails. “I love your thighs, E.” “And I love your wet little pussy on them, Y/N. But first of all, I want this pretty mouth of yours”, you know how much Ethan loves blowjobs, he seems to enjoy them as much as sex and you enjoy them too – having all this power over Ethan, making him squirm and shiver under your touch while hearing him moan your name is what makes you so needy for his cock. But as much as you likes him in your mouth, you’re such a sucker for teasing, slowly bringing his blood to a boil while Ethan gets almost angry at you. Just as you begins to kitten lick his shaft while slowly massaging his balls, he grabs your cheeks and makes you look at him. “What did I tell you, Y/N? No. Fucking. Teasing”, with that, he shoves you back down right onto his dick, listening to your gagging sounds while grinning. “That’s my girl, c’mon”, he lays back down but keeps looking at you swallowing his penis like a goddess. His groans turn into moans, sweat drips down his forehead and he feels like all his muscles were getting sore from tensing them. You look up to him here and there, but keep focused on what’s in your mouth, trying to reach every inch of skin, tasting whatever he was giving you. “’m close, princess. Now gimme a taste of your pretty little flower down there”, Ethan rolls both of you, giving the love of his live a quick peck before laying between your legs, not hesitating in diving right in. He kisses your folds, nibbling on the sensitive skin and uses his long fingers to collect your juices before sucking the sweetness off them. Your fingers run through his soft hair, grabbing a few locks to tug on. Yet another growl leaves his throat before he softly bites into the most sensitive spot. His name leaves your lips more than once, while he keeps teasing you here and there, not really trying to build up an orgasm, more like giving you as much please as possible without you being worn out afterwards. “E, please. Let me cum”, you keep pressing your pussy onto his face, wanting more than what he was currently giving you. “Let me come or start fucking me, but you can’t keep doing this with me, please”, you whine, trying to get anything from him. “You wanna cum, babe? C’mon, use me. Make yourself come. Grind down onto my face, beautiful. I know how much you love that”, he holds out his tongue, nuzzles his nose into you and lets you do whatever you desire. “My god, E, you’re killing me”, you grab another fistful of his silky hair, just to press him right into your folds, almost slamming onto his pretty face, spreading your juices all over him – what a joy to kiss him later – as you feel the orgasm build up. “Yes, E. Keep your tongue there, babe.” You close your eyes, practically seeing stars dancing around, while bringing yourself to an end just as Ethan inserts two of his fingers into you.

You glare down at him, wanting to punch the smirk off his face. “That was rude, E. I hope you’ll fuck me good. Otherwise I’ll have Gray to do so”, you flip over, kneeling on all fours in front of him, slowly wiggling your ass. “C’mon, E. Show me what you’ve got.” Ethan didn’t know what to say at this point, he was getting kinda angry, but you being so commanding was a huge turn on. The weed in his system makes him think way slower, he didn’t want it to be over yet, he wanted to fuck you long and good, trying out every position and place he could. Otherwise, his dick was throbbing, and he knew he couldn’t handle it much longer, not with the view of this perfectly round ass in front of his face. He gives them a quick slap, watching the cheeks jiggle in front of him before directly pushing into you. “Never even think about Grayson while you’re in bed with me, Y/N. You know that. There’s no comparison between us when it comes to sex”, his thrusts get deeper and faster, his entire body was on fire, he was light headed and as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt everything to much more intense.

You on the other hand were about to come again the second he entered you. He was pounding into you without mercy, sending you straight to cloud 9. You couldn’t think about anything else besides his large hands on your hips, his thick cock entering you again and again and his growls next to your ear, making you wish the moment could last forever. You felt the infamous knot in your stomach before grabbing one of his hands for support. “Let go, angel. I’ll be there soon”, he coos in your ear while speeding up. “Fuck, E!”, you let out a high-pitched moan before almost collapsing in his touch. Ethan releases right after you, pressing feather-like kisses onto you back, while massaging the tender skin. “I think we should get high more often, Y/N.” His angel laughs, before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “But first, we need more cookies.”

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Ship meme: Wayne and Katy 5, 9, 10

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5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

That depends on how you’re counting. Katy says the words, easy as breathing, has done since she could talk, no problem. It’s never a formality or a reflex, it’s 100% genuine every time she says it. Wayne only says it a handful of times, but he shows it every day, cooking and doing dishes together, planting her favourite flowers in the vegetable patch, carrying the basket of wet laundry for her so she can peg it out, bringing her coffee in bed for their traditional Sunday morning lie-in.

Once Katy told him she was thinking about keeping bees, to save them some money instead of hiring them every Spring for pollination. So he looks up plans and builds her some boxes the very next day. He calls around town to find a hive that someone wants shot of, and buys a secondhand but still-in-good-nick spinner and a beesuit and veil. It’s worth it, the splinters and stings and running around, all of it, when she pops the first bite of honeycomb into his mouth and smiles at him.

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

This one’s tough, because they’re never really uncomfortable enough with each other that they get embarrassed.

The first time they get drunk, like, properly drunk, they’re in their study room, chilling on the secondhand loveseat they got from Uncle Eddie and Aunt Marian. They’re sixteen tomorrow, and consider themselves very grown up, capable of handling pretty much anything, including liquor. Their parents are the lax sort, so they’ve had a wee dram here and there, usually in tea, or warm milk with honey if they’re ill.

Tonight though, it’s the day before their birthday, they’re supervision-free, it’s the height of summer, and their parents are away on a date, so the twins decide to start their revels early. They nick the whiskey from the kitchen and make sure to load up on snacks to bring upstairs with them so they don’t have to chance sneaking back down to the kitchen after their parents get home. Very responsible, very forward-thinking; they’re totally nailing adulting. They’re not even going anywhere, so they can’t possibly get into too much trouble, right?

Wrong.

They’re getting quietly tanked, chirping an old episode of MST3K, and booze is as booze does, so Katy has to wee. She stands up to go, or rather, she tries to stand up. All the alcohol goes to her head all at once, and she immediately over-balances. The only thing that saves her from taking a header into the coffee table is Wayne throwing his arms around her and pulling her back into his lap. Concussion successfully avoided, yay, but the pressure around her middle only exacerbates her original problem.

‘Wayne, you gotta let me up, I gotta go.’ She pats his arm, tapping out.

‘You gonna be alright?’ Wayne seems sceptical, but releases her nonetheless. It’s not fair he sounds so much more sober than she feels.

‘I’ll be fine, I just wasn’t expecting it.’ To be honest, Katy’d expected being drunk to feel kinda similar to smoking pot, which she’s pretty used to by now. She stands up much more slowly this time, moving very deliberately, and makes her way to the washroom between the study and their bedroom. Her fingers refuse to cooperate with the pocket door and the button of her shorts, but she does eventually get things sorted before she gets too desperate.

While she’s sitting there, she decides to make things easier on her future self and change into pyjama shorts. She’s a genius, she’s handling this so well. The pocket door to the bedroom gives her just as much trouble as the one leading to the study. Rather than tempting Fate by attempting to stand on one leg, Katy sits on the bed to get changed. She’s just pulling her shorts up when Wayne chooses that moment to bang on the door.

‘Are you okay in there?’ he calls through the door.

‘I’m just putting on some pyjamas.’

Wayne sounds disgruntled. ‘It’s been twenty minutes. I thought maybe you’d fallen again.’

Awwwwwww. He was always looking out for her. Katy slides the door open and leans against the frame, smiling. ‘Were you worried about me?’

Wayne’s habitual squint is a bit uneven, so maybe he’s not as unaffected as she thought. Good to know. ‘I don’t wanna hafta explain to our parents that I’m suddenly an only child, no.’

Witty as ever. ‘C’mon, let’s go back to the sofa.’ Katy slides an arm around Wayne and they lean against each other as they walk a little unsteadily back to the loveseat. Once they’re settled back down, they keep absently nibbling their snacks and passing the whiskey back and forth. It gets late enough that they hear the truck coming up the laneway, and they share a moment of visceral, heart-stopping paranoia, like somehow their parents are gonna just know, via telepathy or some other Spooky Parent Power.

Normality reasserts itself when after a couple of minutes, there’s a complete lack of doors opening and shutting. Wayne barely leans out the window before he registers the slight sway of the truck, and for the sake of his sanity he launches himself backwards before he can see anything unfortunate, but he hadn’t counted on Katy being right behind him and he bowls them both over in his haste.

‘Oof,’ is all she says, staring up at the ceiling. A moment of silence passes between them before Wayne speaks.

“They’re gonna be in the truck a while.’

Another moment of silence while this works its way through Katy’s brain. ‘Oh my God,’ she moans, voice full of despair, ‘we have to ride in that truck!’ She rolls over next to him and buries her face in his shoulder. ‘I really, really wish you hadn’t’a said that.’

Wayne sighs, puts his arm around her shoulders, and pats her sympathetically. ‘Sorry, kiddo, but if I have to suffer, so do you.’

‘That is not covered under for better or for worse,’ she says, muffled.

‘Twins for life, honey. No getting divorced.’

Katy raises her head to look at him and digs her pointy little chin into his ribs extra hard, just ‘cos she can. ‘You’re a terrible person. I’m gonna trade you in.’

Wayne adopts the snootiest Customer Service voice he can muster. ‘I’m afraid the sixty-day return policy has lapsed.’ He grins. ‘You’re stuck with me.’

She hums, ‘Well, if that’s the case. I suppose you do have your uses.’ Katy snuggles closer and lays her head back down. ‘You’re pretty comfy, for a start.’

‘Oh, well. As long as I’m useful.’

‘Like a good piece of furniture. Decorative and sturdy.’

They giggle quietly until they hear the back door open and shut. There’s the sound of feet on the stairs, and then a quick tapping at the study door as their parents wish them goodnight in passing, and they warmly return the sentiment from their spot on the floor.

When they hear their parents’ door close, Katy whispers, ‘There’s one way to try and erase that image.’

Wayne nods. ‘That’s a Texas-sized 10-4.’

They relocate back to the sofa again, piling pillows on one end and stretching out across it as they resume passing the bottle back and forth. Eventually, the television switches over to a new programme, and by that time, their parents’ snores are echoing through the house. They’re both so relaxed it almost feels like a Sin, breaking the peace, but Katy’s had the most excellent idea and it would be rude and selfish if she didn’t share it.  

‘Hey, Wayne,’ she queries.

His hand pauses petting her hair. ‘Katy Kat?’

‘Wanna go have a smoke on the roof?’

Oh, that’s class. ‘I’d have a dart.’

The biggest benefit to their room being on the complete opposite side of the house from their parents’ is that it’s practically soundproof. They don’t hear any night noises they don’t wanna hear, and they get easy access to the roof via the porch gable and the big window in the study. Wayne gets the gear from the sock drawer and they climb out on top of the porch, only a little wobbly. From there, Wayne hoists himself up onto the roof proper, then pulls Katy up after, and they settle in for a dart and a joint respectively. They’re flushed and warm from the drink, and the smokes go straight to their heads, leaving them dizzy and giggly; but the night air is bracing and helps cool them off.

They lay back together and point out all the constellations they can remember, then start making up new ones and giving them the most ridiculous backstories they can come up with. After about half an hour, the whiskey jacket wears off and Katy gets cold enough she wants to go inside. Getting down is a lot more of a challenge than getting up had been. Any other time they’d just jump for it, or else they’re sneaking out and shinning it down the tree, but those are both too noisy to be real options. They eventually work out that they have to sit down and then lower themselves in a weird sort of reverse pull-up type manoeuver. Or, well, Wayne has to lower himself and then lift Katy down. There’s a close call as she shifts her weight forward when he’s not expecting it, but they recover and no one falls or breaks anything, so they carefully climb back in the window.

Safely ensconced back on the couch, they’re in that space between drunk and sober where judgement has left the building, but you’re absolutely certain you’re making an unbiased, totally objective decision to have another drink. Killing the last third of the bottle seems like a brilliant idea. Things take a sharp nose-dive from that point. Where before they’d been slowly sipping at the whiskey, now they take gulps; after all, they’d handled it so far, right? The television plays softly in the background, but they’ve long since lost the plot. Whatever’s going on, it involves a robot, a Cat-man, an idiot, and some prick with an H on his forehead. Drunchies are no joke, and before they know it all the snacks have mysteriously disappeared and they’ve no memory of finishing them.

That was the tipping point, it seems, because the nausea comes on, creeping up like a thief in an alley, the heartburn and the churning bile and the spins, and oh fuck, the spins. Katy’s head feels tight like a migraine, but also weirdly floaty, like she’s too high. Wayne’s not doing much better himself, breathing slow and heavy and focussed on one spot on the ceiling to try and quell the urge to spit. If they’re very, very still, they might be able to power through this.

Luck is not on their side. Katy needs the bin, now. She turns to ask Wayne to grab it and-

A strangled ‘Wayne,’ is all the warning he gets before Katy hurls right in his lap. For a moment, he’s too stunned to do anything, but then she retches and does it again, and that’s what triggers his gag reflex, the sound and the smell and the warm liquid splash, and Wayne tosses his cookies even as he’s reaching for the rubbish bin. That sets Katy off again, and they’re caught in a vicious cycle of calling Huey until there’s nothing left in either of them to bring up.

They have to use every towel in the bathroom to clean up the mess, dry heaving the whole time, until it’s as good as they’re going to get it in the middle of the night. They rinse their mouths out and brush their teeth very gingerly, trying not to set off another round of gastrointestinal rebellion. Katy still feels hot and woozy and not a little gross, and she refuses to get in bed like this and mess up the nice, clean sheets. Wayne doesn’t exactly smell like a bed of roses either, so they sluice off and get into fresh, non-puky pyjamas. Katy’s head is clear enough by then that she has the foresight to make them both drink some goddamn water and take some aspirin before they get in bed.

The next morning is a special level of Hell, ‘cos it turns out their parents are totally on to them. Busted. As if being wretchedly hungover weren’t punishment enough, their parents make sure to be extra loud and unsympathetic to their misery. Birthday pancakes bring no joy, the smell of frying bacon is revolting, and the very idea of anything as acidic as orange juice has them both on the razor’s edge of being ill again.

Wayne and Katy Suffer through breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen after, until some buckets, brushes, and heavy-duty surface cleaner are shoved into their hands. They trudge upstairs and start scrubbing the puke out of the floorboards. Every part of the sofa needs to be cleaned as well; the cushions, the upholstery, the cover. Even the remote for the television. All of this on top of their regular chores leaves them shaky and exhausted by lunchtime.

The bollocking they get is definitely well-deserved, but neither of the twins has the strength to tolerate it. Wayne just crawls under the table and lays face-down and still, waiting for death, and Katy pillows her abominably sore head on her arms and tunes out until it’s over. They’re grounded for the foreseeable future, and just to make sure they don’t have any time to get into any more mischief, they’ll be doing chores over at Uncle Eddie’s as well as at home. The only pity they’re shown is a sleeve of dry crackers and some ginger beer to settle their bellies. The rest of the day is spent hauling bales and mucking stalls.

After dinner they go straight to bed, no shuckin’ and jivin’. They pinkie swear that next time, they’re gonna take about fifty percent off the whiskey and double down on the water. They grow up to be champion lushes, the pair of ‘em.

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?

Katy:

Music: House of Tom Bombadil by Nickel Creek, ‘cos Katy’s secretly a huge Nerd, and A Thousand Years by Christina Perri even though it’s so Basic White Girl, because no matter how cheesy, she genuinely loves it.

Books: The Secret Garden by Francis Hodgson Burnett (her favourite since childhood,) and How to Invent Everything by Ryan North, a surprisingly useful survival guide.

Luxury Items: A tarpaulin, because Katy’s nothing if not Practical, and sunscreen for Wayne, ‘cos he’ll never think of it and he burns like paper.

Wayne:

Music: Wayne actually has the most rubbish taste in music. If he likes anything good, it’s purely by accident. He brings a cover of Can’t Hold Us by Macklemore as Gaeilge and Animals by Nickleback.

Books: Le Petit Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery. It’s his favourite, and it’s set in a desert, so. And since he knows every word off by heart in English and in French, to keep him engaged he’ll also bring Seven Pillars of Wisdom by T. E. Lawrence. Sure, it’s on-theme and all.

Luxury Items: A flint and a hammer hatchet. With these he can make simple tools, and with simple tools he can make complex tools, and with complex tools he can make anything.

(Edit: I only just now realised that perhaps this meant two total, as in one of each item for each of them, rather than they both bring two of each item. Oh, well. What’s done is done.)

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Sam’s Truth

Here it is , #9 in my summer challenge writing, with more to come! This is a short wincest first time story. (No sex, just kissing and snuggling.)

Words: 1397

Warnings: truth spell, kissing, love admissions,

Sam giggled as Dean set him down on the bed. He actually giggled. His eyes crinkled up and he covered his mouth with his hand. Dean tried not to smile. His brother was kinda cute like this, but it was actually fairly serious. Sam had been hit with a spell.

“You’re so big and strong, Dean, I like that.” Sam reached up and squeezed Dean’s forearm. “So muscle-y.”  Dean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah I gotta be, so I can pick up your heavy ass.”

“You like my ass?” asked Sam incredulously. His eyes got big. “I like yours, too Dean! You have such a nice ass…” his voice drifted off and he turned to stare at the ceiling.

“Are you…are you thinking about my ass, Sam?” Dean laughed and shook his head. He knew it was a spell, but…damn. He wasn’t exactly expecting Sam to say that. Sam nodded, smiling, but still looking at the ceiling, his eyes having a faraway look. Dean rubbed the back of his head and stood up.

“Yeah Dean. Your ass is…perfect.” He giggled again and looked up at his big brother. He was starting to sweat. Dean frowned nervously. He wasn’t sure how far this spell was going to go, or how long it was going to last. He had killed the witch, but Sam was still under the influence of the spell.

“Yeah, ok then, I think I’m gonna go get you some water. You hang tight there.”

Dean stepped outside of the bedroom and pressed his back up against the cool tile of the hallway, grounding himself.

Sam, who had been hit with a truth spell, had just admitted to liking his ass. Dean wasn’t sure he could handle that. Especially since he had been thinking about Sam’s ass for a few years now. He never told Sam, obviously. Who tells their brother that they dream about them all the time? That they touch themselves and call out their name in the darkness of the night?

He had kept it to himself. Was going to take it to his grave.

But now? Now knowing that Sam thought about him, too? Now what the hell was he going to do?

Dean ran his hand down his face and took a deep breath. He slowly made his way to the kitchen to get the water he promised.

As he let the water run, making sure it was nice and cool, he imagined what it might be like to finally put his hands on Sam’s skin. Not like he usually does, he touches Sam all the time, of course. But with care and tenderness, with light fingertips and kisses along his spine. He imagined lacing his fingers with Sam’s, looking into his eyes and kissing his beautiful lips.

All too soon, the water was cool and the glass was full and he headed back to his brother.

Sam was staring at the ceiling still.

“Hey Sam,” Dean began cautiously. “You doing ok?” Sam had a faraway look in his eyes, and he was breathing in short bursts.

“Not…sure…I feel…weird. Like I’m…in some weird…dimension. I don’t…hurt, but I’m very…confused. I’m not…really sure what’s…real.” His words came out choppy. He was not only sweating, but he was shivering, too.

Fucking spell. He helped Sam sit up and wiped some sweat away from his face gently. Dean handed him the glass of water, and Sam took the glass from Dean’s trembling hand. Sam did not notice.

Their fingers brushed against each other’s as Dean handed him the glass and Sam exhaled sharply, shivering slightly. Sam looked his brother in the eye and let out a sob. He grabbed Dean’s arm and pulled him close, their noses bumping into each other. Dean just let his brother touch him. He closed his eyes, letting this go wherever it was gonna go.

“You have really nice hands, Dean. I like it when you touch me.”

“Sam…”

“I suppose you could ask me anything right know.” Sam giggled again.

“I suppose I could.” Dean’s voice remained low, calm, and careful.

Sam pulled away from Dean, his forehead crinkling.

“But you’re not?”

“Sammy - that would be a total dick move on my part. You’re under a fucking spell, it wouldn’t be right. I don’t want you telling me things you wouldn’t normally tell me.”

“Except I already did.” Sam frowned, still shivering, and pulled away a little bit.

“What, that line about my ass?” Dean laughed. “Well, that was already a truth, Sammy. No hurt feelings there.” Dean tried to be as nonchalant as ne could.

“I didn’t tell you all the things I want to do to your ass, though.” Sam quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and looked away. Dean sighed. Dammit. He leaned over and pulled Sam’s hand away from his face. “Go ahead Sammy. Say what you need to say. I think you gotta say it. I won’t love you any less than I do now. Ever.” He tucked back a lock of Sam’s hair behind his ear.

“I’m sorry Dean, I can’t help it.” Tears started to form in his eyes.

“I know Sam. It’s ok. You’re safe.”

“Am I, though?” Sam looked his brother up and down. “Look at me. I’m a sweaty, shivery mess. I’m so fucked up right now I can’t even think straight.”

Dean didn’t pull away. He leaned closer, looked Sam in the eye and whispered, “You’re safe. Just tell me.”

Sam took a deep breath and stared at Dean.

“I just really wanna grab you right now and kiss you. Hard.” Sam’s cheeks flushed pink as he spoke, but he didn’t look away. “I’m sorry Dean. I didn’t want you to ever know.”

“Sam.” Dean’s voice was barely a whisper.

“I…” he reached out his hand and Sam grabbed it, fingers interlacing just how Dean imagined they would. He looked at him with curious, solemn eyes.

“I wanna kiss you, too.” He couldn’t look at Sam when he said it.

“Dean?”

”Yeah Sam.”

“Can you kiss me now?”

Dean merely nodded.

His eyes went dark as he slowly lowered his head and began nibbling his brother’s neck. His lips were warm and wet on Sam’s skin, and Sam moaned in pleasure.

“Feel good Sammy?” Dean whispered, reaching his hands up and running his fingers through his brother’s hair.

Sam reached up and grabbed his Dean’s chin, pulling him towards his lips. They paused there, lips millimeters apart, their breath heavy in each other’s face. Neither one could move. They were lost in the moment, looking into each other’s eyes. This last second, before their lips would touch for the first time – both brothers wanted to savor.

But Dean caved first. He very gently touched his lips to Sam’s. Just pressing together. Soft gentle kisses. Sam groaned, desperate for more.

“Dean…” with his brother’s cry for more, Dean pressed harder, their lips sliding against each other. Sam tentatively moved his tongue into Dean’s mouth…and Dean devoured it.

“I…I love you Dean…” Sam couldn’t help it. The words just fell out of his mouth. But Dean just smiled, running his fingers through Sam’s hair again. He kissed deeper, breathing in the warm scent of his brother.

“I’ll take care of you Sammy, I promise. I’ll never leave you. I…I love you too, you lunatic.”

As soon as he spoke the words, Sam felt tingling in his fingers and toes. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and doubled over in pain.

“Sammy? Sam?” Dean shook his twitching brother, but Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he went limp in his brother’s arms.

Dean froze. He had just been kissing Sam. And now, he lay still in his arms. What was he supposed to do now? But moments later, Sam gasped for air, moaned slightly, grabbed on to Dean’s arm, and pulled himself up.

Dean let out a thankful gasp and pulled Sam close to him.

“Sammy, oh hell, I thought I’d lost you!”

Sam shook his head. “I think it’s gone Dean. The spell, I mean. I think when you – when you said what you said, the spell broke.”

Dean pulled his brother close again. Sam took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss him, this time without the influence of a spell. Dean kissed him back.

Things were never going to be the same.

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One Night Only

Title: One Night Only

Rating: NSFW

Character(s): Dusty Crophopper/Skipper Riley, Blade Ranger, (Possible Ripslinger)

Continuity: Planes

Synopsis: Dusty and Co are given a mysterious red letter for a one night only event. Are they going to be prepared for what they will see?

It was atypically cold for the first time in October, then again Dusty remembered that he was still in Propwash for the fall, not relaxing with El Chu like he previously thought he would in Trinidad for two weeks. Under normal circumstances, Dusty wouldn’t have hesitated to take him up on his offer, but then life has a weird way of making so things don’t go the way they’re supposed to. El Chu was graceful enough to allow Dusty the reprieve of controlling his situation. 

Still, it would’ve been nice to go out and lounge on the beach with a pitcher of rum and iced tea. He looked over to his mailbox, which had been filled with a bunch of fun things; letters, gifts, letters with gifts in them. He enjoyed how his fans would give him so many nice things. He felt like he didn’t deserve them, but he didn’t return them. That would’ve been right. Instead, he distributed his gifts amongst everyone on the tarmac. Everyone from Dottie to Sparky, even Mayday got a special gift from Dusty. 

He went through his stash today, expecting the same things. He was half right: toys, photos, letters and notes, as well as a pretty surprise wrapped in gorgeous scarlet paper. He put the majority of his gifts in his wagon and pulled it with his teeth back into his hanger, technically the quarters he shared with Skipper. They had agreed to it sometime ago, thinking it would be easier to wake Dusty up for his routine practices. After three months of that, Skipper and Dusty decided to make sharing their hangar better for them both. Living together as mates was way better than being a roomie. Plus, Dusty found, the sex was incredible. 

Not bad for a war bird, not bad at all. Having the corsair deep within him at least three times a week was the best incentive for remaining in his den. Plus all the food, and sleep he could ask for. Skipper went out his way to spoil his new mate. 

If he were lucky, he’d get filled again before flying out for the day. He giggled gently, the handle of the wagon wiggling as he did. He shoved the doors of the hangar open, welcoming light and fresh air. Skipper didn’t keep his hangar door locked for him anymore. He loved it when Dusty had convenient entry. The blue corsair lifted his helm from the multi-paged novel he was reading. Dusty loved the face Skipper would make as soon as he saw him, that frame warming smile that never failed to make Dusty squirm giddily. The much older male set the large tan covered book aside and moved to his mate. Their noses met in a comfortable collision, Dusty moving to kiss him on the cheek sweetly.

“Hey wingman.” Dusty stated fondly, his body moving closer and closer. Skipper chuckled in his ear, moving back to kiss Dusty on the top of his nose and down to his lips in a quick peck.

“Hi. What’s that you got today, Dusty?” Skipper inquired, looking at the wagon full of things. 

“The usual. Toys, money, flowers, and oh, this,” Dusty pulled out the scarlet letter, “Must be from an admirer. Maybe some lovely lady you might know.” Dusty winked jokingly.

“Or from one of your serenades.” Skipper quipped, cocking his brow. Dusty mocked surprise, his eyes widening before laughing Skipper off. 

“Just open it. Read it to me. I wanna know what your girl says.” A pillow went flying Dusty’s way at that moment, thankfully the plane was small and quicker so it was easy to duck out of the way. He stuck his tongue out at his older mate, the corsair’s gaze flattening unamused. 

While Dusty went through his fan letter, opening any boxes he got and reading every note that was sent, Skipper pulled off the top layer of the red letter. Even before he pulled the paper out, he could see just how important it was; the edges trimmed in gold livery, the paper itself coarsely done. He managed to use careful tinkering to get it out. Once he did, he marveled at the sophisticated writing on the front end. 

“What’s it say?” Dusty goaded, hopping on Skipper to see. 

“Well hold on,” Skipper moved Dusty off to get a better look, “It ain’t a love letter. It’s an invitation.”

Dusty backed off, confusion marking his features. “An invitation? For what?”

“We’re about to find out, aren’t we?” Skipper discussed placing the letter on the bed spread and began to read.

To whom it concerns,

You and yours are cordially invited to an event three months in the making, for one night only. Details for the arrangement are disclosed on the invitation. One guest and his/her plus one may attend at the request of the invitation. Paints and accessories are to be attire appropriate. This is a formal event. It would be a delight for you and yours to attend. 

Dearest regards...

P.S. Given with each red letter is a black box, do not hesitate to open it as it is essential for the event.

In the corner of his view, Skipper could see Dusty fiddling with said black box the invitation had disclosed. While the small plane messed around with the box, Skipper examined the letter.

“The party is next week. Do you want to go? I mean it’s been a while since we’ve been out?” Skipper inquired, watching Dusty rip into the box. Dusty stopped for a moment to shrug his ailerons.

“Does it have an address? Or the name of the one who sent it?” The young racer asked.

Skipper shook his front, not seeing anything that identifies who sent the invite, or how it found its way here.

“Does it even say where its held?” Dusty picked up the box, throwing it to the ground but not hard enough to break anything. 

“It says the event is one night only in, Carvinace, Italy?!” The corsair dropped the letter as he wrapped his head around exactly where it was.

“It-Italy?! You’re telling me that there is a one night only event in one week, and it’s being held in Italy of all places?! Did whoever sent this even think things like date and times through?” He finally ripped off the lid of the box as he rambled. Skipper kept his surprise mute as Dusty rifled through the box, and looked at him when he squealed in stunned surprise. 

“Skipper! Come here and look at these. I kinda see now why it’s being held in Italy. It fits the theme.” Dusty teasingly inquired.

Slightly miffed, Skipper went to his mate’s side to see what had roused his attention. His expression was held in a stony, unimpressed gaze until he beheld a bewildering, enticing mask. Two to be precise. Dusty fished out the largest one, royal blue with silver and white feathers brimming from the top like an over-boasting show bird. The mask appeared to keep similarities to a vegas feathered headdress. On the edges of the eyes and elongated nose, opaque blue beads dangled in rows. The smaller plane, fascinated, attempted to place it on over his eyes. Skipper chuckled softly before going to help his mate with the adjustments. 

No matter how many times he pulled or readjusted the ribbon clasps, the mask kept fitting too loose. Dusty harrumphed, a little peeved by the elegant mask not fitting on his face. 

“Why don’t you give it a try? There’s another one anyway, probably not as awesome looking as yours, but still.” Dusty shrugged his ailerons at Skipper before diving back into the box to pull out the second mask. He frowned slightly, seemingly unimpressed by his rather impressive mask. At least, impressive by Skipper’s standard. It wasn’t as big as his, nor was it the most extravagant. Instead of any silver in his, Dusty’s mask was, in contrast, a bright orange with golden chains dangling down the sides with an array of feathers and a carnation style flower on the left side. 

His mask came equipped with the same ribbon style clasps so that it was easy to put on and take off. He held it in his lips for a second before going for an angle to put it on. He tossed on his nose allowing the mask to slide atop his brow, where it positioned well fitted on his face. Skipper chuckled lovingly as he moved to help get the clasps for his mask. Once the ribbons were placed in there respected slots, Skipper tightened the loops keeping it loose and comfortable for his little mate. 

“How do I look? I need a mirror. Skip, why aren’t you wearing yours?” Dusty rambled out so many questions before Skipper nudged him with his wing tip. The orange and white racer looked up at him, his eyes glowing with the light of the mask. He looked so beautiful. He honestly wasn’t expecting him to look so stunning in his mask. 

“You look delightful. And the mask fits perfectly. Here, I’ll fetch that mirror for you.” Skipper gave his mate a peck before moving off to retrieve his mirror. While he waited, Dusty fidgeted with his tassels of gold chains. He occasionally nibbled at them, tossing them around for fun. Skipper returned sometime later, the small mirror he went looking for held in between his teeth. When Dusty gazed at his reflection he flinched back, startled by what he saw. He almost didn’t look like his normal self. The mask seemed to blend everything in. 

“It’s beautiful...” Dusty stated breathlessly, looking up at Skipper who smiled at him in that same way that made him fall in love with him.

“You’re beautiful... every bit and crease of you, is nothing but truly lovely.” The corsair serenaded. He didn’t like doing so often, but whenever Dusty looked at him with that helplessly adorable smile, that side began to show.

Dusty ended up leaning in closer to his older mate, giggling and purring as he did so. For a split second, Dusty could feel the corsair heating up. It was so comfortable and wonderful whenever he did so. It came off as a nurturing feeling, like a mother nestling her young.  

“You still didn’t put yours on. I wanna see what you look like with it on.” The little racer chirped looking over to the older male’s mask that was haphazardly laying on his bed. The blue plane gave a slight frown before moving over to gather his mask and get Dusty’s help with it once he placed it over his face. With the same procedure as before, Dusty managed to get the corsair’s mask on. 

“How does it feel? Too tight? Too heavy?” The orange and white plane worried over the mask as Skipper went to get his mirror to see how he looked. He appeared to be quite awed by his appearance. 

“It’s looks and feels wonderful. What do you think?” Skipper spoke to get the smaller planes attention. When he snapped out of his worry fit, he looked Skipper fully in the face. And he instantly stopped breathing. Skipper was already a delectable sight without the mask, but here it added a sense of regality and majesty. Once he finally claimed his breath, the only thing the younger racer could say was, “Wow.”

The elder smiled lovingly. He could tell by the silly look on Dusty’s face, he truly loved the mask. 

“Perfect. Now all we have to do now is read these instructions on the invitation and will be in Carnivace, Italy in no time. Although,” He bowed to look at his reflection and then at Dusty, who was making dumb faces in his standing mirror. The male rolled his eyes, hardly certain if Dusty was listening to him. Regardless, he continued, “I’m still suspicious of who sent this. There isn’t even a sender on the envelope.”

Dusty turned away from sticking his tongue out at his reflection to addressing his wing mate with a serious manner. “It’s good to know this still weirds you out, but maybe it’s like a huge surprise and it would spoil it to give all the details. Like...like a murder mystery dinner!”

“I don’t think it holds the same premise, Dusty. Food for thought though,” Skipper smiled before nuzzling Dusty softly, “We have a week to figure it out. And to tell Sparky and the others to hold off on any future plans for the season as of late.”

Both males nodded. It would be nice to tell Dottie, especially her that they were going to pull off somewhere. A place she couldn’t come. Or even Chug or Sparky. 

“We’ll tell them first thing in the morning, for now we should pack this stuff up and get ready for bed tonight. After all, we have a week until the party. We can spend a few day home and then ship out all the way there.” Dusty was so confident in his tone, even as he yawned.

“Do you really think you and I can make a 4700 hundred mile trip in a few days?” The corsair shook his mask, allowing the ribbons to slide into his mouth as Dusty suddenly clamped his shut.

“I-I flew around the world...” He responded meekly. 

Skipper shook his front, putting the mask in the box where it was found, “Yes you did. In a race. With plenty of stakes. No leisure except when you were at your checkpoints and-” The corsair’s tone sung playfully as Dusty hopped on the bed to start play fighting him. He nipped at his wing and tussled over the side of his body and nose.

“Okay. Okay. I get it,” Dusty giggled, stopping his boundless play with a yawn, “It technically wasn’t impossible,” He lied, “but I guess I have to consider distance and time, this time.”

“That’s my boy.” The older male swooped down, giving his love a full mouthed kiss on his lips. They didn’t pull away for a moment, both males savoring the taste and feel of the other. Once they did pull away, it was bliss. Dusty unconsciously attempted to move back in for another. Both laughed softly before cuddling up with each other in their warm nest. 

“Night wingman.” Dusty chirped quietly, prompting Skipper to lick him. 

“G’night Dusty.” The corsair moaned as he allowed his body to succumb to rest.

A/N: Hey everybody! Guess who has decided to come back from the freaking dead?! This is a new story I’ve cooked up. It’s going to have only three or four chapters so it’s considerable short. Hope you guys enjoy!

[sometimesrosy]

The Arkadias, chap 4; Her Night

rosymamacita

Chapter 4 read on AO3

Summary:

Clarke goes on a date with Finn. So she's pretty sure she's in love with Bellamy, so what? He doesn't feel the same way back. They're not exclusive and it's just a friends with benefits thing, but Finn actually seems to want her. She wants to be wanted. There's nothing wrong with that. That's what she keeps telling herself. (It does not stay Flarke for the whole chapter.)

(This is my first prompt from Bob Morley’s Alpha Male celebration. I said I would take them and they asked for a new chapter in this story, so...  I’m still aiming for 2 a week although I’ve been struggling to keep that schedule. I’ve already started the next one. If you want to send in a prompt, I’m still taking them.)

For their first date, Finn brought her flowers. They met at a nice Italian restaurant with candlelight and white table cloths. Clarke wore a red wrap dress that showed her cleavage and he couldn’t stop telling her how beautiful she was. She wasn’t sure if it was the red wine, the overwhelming scent of the lilies she had to set on the chair next to her, or the way he kept staring at her with melting eyes, and that grin, but she was almost dizzy with the whole thing.

He treated her like the stories all said she should be treated. Gave her endless compliments and held her chair out for her so she could sit.

Honestly, she’d never experienced anything like it.

The pasta was kind of bland, but they shared a chocolate lava cake afterwards and Finn regaled her with more tales of his adventures on the west coast. Once there was an actual bear involved.

“My life is simply not as interesting as yours, Finn. All my drama and excitement is in the stories I write,” Clarke said, and against her will a flash of Bellamy’s sleeping face crossed her mind. From out of nowhere. It wasn’t fair. She blinked and cleared her throat. “How do you find all these adventures?”

He shrugged and took her hand, playing with her fingers. His hair fell forward and covered one eye. “I could take you out there. You ever been surfing? I’d teach you.”

“I have never been surfing. I’m kind of a dry land gal. Maybe that’s why you have all the adventures. Mine tend to stay in cafes and books and maybe on a blanket in the park.” She laughed because it was a joke, but he didn’t laugh.

“I’d show you how to live life fully, Clarke.” Then he leaned across the table and kissed her.

It was sweet and short. He grinned at her when he pulled back and she grinned back, looking around quickly to see if anyone had noticed. The waiter had.

She bit her lip. “You want to walk me home, Finn?”

His smile widened. “Yeah, I do.”

She didn’t tease him on the walk home this time. They held hands and Finn told her how gorgeous she was and how he could never take his eyes off of her and she was so brilliant and talented. She felt quite like she was blushing all the way to her toes, but he kept going.

At her door, she turned around and looked at him. “I had a nice time, Finn.”

He brushed her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Me too,” he said, cupping his hand behind her neck and bringing her in for a kiss.

His mouth was soft and tender and he pressed his tongue against the seal of her lips. She opened and he kissed her deeper. It wasn’t like Bellamy but it was very nice. The unbidden thought made her angry, so she pulled him closer and kissed him back. Harder. He groaned deep in his throat and his hands began wandering up her sides and back, brushing the sides of her breasts.

She pulled back. “Yeah,” she said. “You wanna come upstairs?”

He nodded and she grabbed his hand and unlocked the door, leading him up and into her apartment. She meant to offer him a drink but instead, they found themselves kissing on the couch. The tie on her dress slipped open and his hands roved over her skin. It felt good. It felt like he worshipped her a little. Like he couldn’t believe his luck to be with her, that’s how great he thought of her. She reached for his belt and he put a hand on her wrist to stop her.

“I want to make you feel good,” he whispered into her ear, and she shivered because yeah. She was all for that. “Can I?”

She hummed an assent and pulled him back down for a kiss as his fingers tracked up her thigh.

Good it was. She threw her head back against the cushions as he stroked her higher. He watched her come and then petted her back down. The red dress had come completely untied and had fallen open, and she was bared in her bra and panties to his wandering eyes and hands. He was still dressed. She had to admit that she kinda thought it was hot.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked and he sat back. He shook his head.

“I’m going to go home.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I can tell you’re not really sure about this and don’t know if you want to get into anything, so I’m going to play the long game here, until you know.”

“The long game.”

“Yeah,” he said, as he straightened his clothes and put on his jacket. “I like to leave a girl wanting more.” There was the grin again. It wasn’t as charming this time.

He leaned over her on the couch. “Don’t get up. I can see you’re still recovering.” He kissed her and his tongue delved into her mouth as if he was claiming her. Then he pulled back. “I’ll call you and we’ll do this again.”

Clarke opened her mouth to say something but all that came out was, “Yeah, sure.”

“Cool.” He headed out the door. “Bye, Clarke,” he said as he looked back once. Grin.

The door closed behind him and Clarke really couldn’t move for a while. And it wasn’t from the orgasm the way he’d implied. She was a bit stunned at what had just happened there and wasn’t sure how this had all gone down. How did it happen? How did it end that way?

It took her a few minutes before she shook it off, switched on the stereo, and went to get a glass of wine. It wasn’t as good as the wine at the restaurant but she didn’t care. She tossed the dress into the hamper and switched into a tank top, sweats, and a cozy sweater and thought maybe she’d spend the rest of her night reading.

Half a glass of wine later, she heard a whistle on the street below. Odd. It had been a pretty quiet night except for her date, her orgasm, and her date’s swift retreat. Not quiet. It had been an odd night. It was all odd. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of any of it. Something urged her to give up her cozy spot on the couch and look out the window.

“Bellamy!”

He was riding a lazy circle on his bike on the street below. He looked up and saw her at her window and stopped his bike, propping it with one leg. He smirked and cocked his head at her. A question.

She nodded, her heart beating a mile a minute suddenly. He got off his bike and went to lock it up on the street. She pulled back from the window, putting her hand to her heated cheeks.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Oh my god.” But she went to the intercom and buzzed him in. She opened the door and waited for him. She could hear him taking the steps two at a time. When he got to her landing, her heart was definitely racing. She didn’t say anything until he walked through her door, trailing his fingertips along her hipbones as he passed, and she locked it behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Bellamy?” Did he know? How did he find out about Finn? Why would he come here like this? He’d never done this before.

He sat down on the couch where she’d just come under Finn’s fingers, and stretched his arms out along the back cushions. He raised one eyebrow and smirked at her. “Warm welcome, Clarke. I can go if you don’t want me here.”

Clarke shook her head to clear it. She didn’t want him to go. “No. I mean. I thought your sister was here and you weren’t available.”

He shrugged. “It turns out she’s sick of me and called up some college friends to meet up at some place I’m sure doesn’t sell underaged college students alcohol. I was left all by my lonesome and wondered what you were up to.”

“You couldn’t have called?”

His smirk faltered. “I wasn’t sure you were home. I went for a ride. Passed your window. Thought I’d take a chance.” The smirk came back. This one did something to her.

Suddenly she was breathing heavily. He looked so good there on her couch. She didn’t know what made him show up out of the blue, but now that he was here she realized how much she wanted him to be here. “You want a drink?”

He looked at the glass that was still in her hand and his smirk opened up into a smile that was so true her rapidly beating heart straight up stopped for moment.

“Yeah,” he said softly, his eyes this warm brown like aged whisky.

She had to turn away to get him a glass of wine because she wasn’t sure if she could handle the way he was looking at her right now. She drank the rest of her wine in one swallow and then filled both their glasses

She handed him the glass and he took a sip, but put it down and patted the cushion next to him, his smile small again, twisting her insides. She sat down next to him, maybe not as close as she might normally.

He sighed and took her glass out of her hands, putting it on the table next to his. When he turned back to her his eyes were liquid. He brushed her hair back and let his hand settle on her neck, tangling there in her waves. “You know I missed you, right?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You missed me, really?”

He huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Of course I missed you. Do you think I don’t like spending time with you?”

She stared at him now. Wondering if he was testing her. “Yeah. I know you like spending time with me.” She shrugged off her sweater and leaned forward to press a kiss to his collarbone. He shivered under her lips.

“No,” he said as she nibbled his skin and ran her hands under his shirt. “I like you.”

She thought she should be happy to hear those words. But they just twisted the knife. “Yeah,” she said gruffly, “I like you, too.” And she pressed him back, unzipping his pants and stroking him. He got harder under her touch. “Do you like that?”

“Fuck, Clarke, yeah.” She climbed into his lap and took off her tank top so he could press his lips to her skin. “Yeah, baby. Clarke,” he said between kisses, his hands grasping her back as she continued to work him. “Clarke.”

Clarke swallowed down her feelings and yanked his shirt off of him, breaking his kisses on her breasts. She threw the shirt on the ground and he leaned up to kiss her mouth, but she climbed off of his lap and instead, shoving his shoulder so he was prone and dropping her sweats and panties to the floor around her ankles. She stepped out of them and stood before him naked.

“This is why you came, right?” she said as he lay on the sofa half dressed, staring up at her. He looked wrecked. Thrown. The way she felt. She sank down onto him without preamble. They both groaned as she began to move.

“Fuck Clarke, no. Fuck. Wait.” He sat up and stilled her with strong hands to her hips. “Wait,” he said, he tried to kiss her again and she turned he head. “Shit no. That’s not what this is about. Stop.”

Her breath was broken, gasping.

He kissed her cheek, smoothing her hair back. Kissed her jaw. Kissed her ear. Her temple. She sighed. “Clarke,” he whispered and she turned her face to him. He pressed his lips to hers, softly and hers opened under his because she was weak. He didn’t push to possess her, he just nibbled and licked and kissed her. She breathed into his mouth and he wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her shoulders, pressing his chest into hers. “I came for you, Clarke. Just you, okay? No games. I just wanted to be with you.”

She kissed him back now, his lips so close she couldn’t help it, and it made her feel those things again. She was weak. And she didn’t care anymore. “Okay,” she said. “But you like this, too, right?” She started moving again. Slower. Closer. She put her arms around his neck so she could kiss him too. She had to.

“Yeah,” he said. “Please.” Then he moaned and lifted her, flipping her so she was laying on the sofa and he was above her. “Okay?” She liked it because she wanted to kiss him. Right now. With him moving inside of her.

“Please,” she whispered, unable to talk anymore. And she didn’t know what to call it. There were no words for what they were doing. They were all either too much or not nearly enough to describe it, but she came with his forehead pressed to hers and stars behind her eyes and his sweat mixing with hers where their chests pressed tightly together, and then they lay there, close on the sofa. His big hands caressing her, everywhere he could reach, his lips at her ear, her neck.

Their bodies cooled off and they still lay wrapped around each other on the couch and she remembered the other man who was there not twenty minutes before and she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what was right anymore. What she should do or why her heart hurt.

“You’ve got goosebumps,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. Another time and she would invite him to spend the night. Instead, she got up and put on her sweat pants. Grabbing the sweater and pulling it on over her bare chest, holding it together with crossed arms.

“Hey, your sister is probably going to miss you if you’re not home.”

He blinked and looked up at her, still naked, golden skin glowing in the lamplight. “Yeah?” he asked, and she didn’t respond. “Yeah,” he agreed, wiping his hand over his face. “You’re right. She came all this way to see me. I should at least be there in the morning when she wakes up hungover. Maybe I’ll take her to Teresa’s for breakfast.”

She smiled at him. Of course. He should leave. It’s what should happen. They weren’t together. They were just…what they were.

He got dressed and she walked him to the door. “Hey.” He stopped before opening the door. “I’m sorry for just showing up like this. Next time I’ll call. I honestly didn’t think you’d be here.”

She shook her okay. “It’s okay. I’m glad you did.” But there was something she didn’t know how to say and it just sat there between them.

“Hey,” he said again, not making a move for the door yet.

“Hmm?”

He just stood there, his eyes roving over her face, his breathing steady and slow, until he leaned down and kissed her one more time. He held her face in his hands and she melted against him. She felt it all the way to her toes. To the top of her head and then almost as if she was floating outside of her body.

When he pulled away finally, she had to lean back against the wall to keep herself steady.

“I’ll see you around?”

“Of course,” she said. He smiled, relieved as if he was actually worried she’d say no. Even though he wasn’t asking for anything at all. He kissed her forehead. And opened the door.

“Bye Clarke.”

“Bye Bellamy.”

She closed the door without waiting to see him leave and pressed her head up against it. She didn’t know what she was going to do.