#i need to shower and j need to work on cleaning up my NEW apartment bc it looks like a bomb went off in here

[altruistic-meme]

EVERYTHING IS MOVED. ITS LIKE 100F. IM SO TIRED. NEVER MOVING AGAIN ISTG.

[winchesterwild78]

Chance meeting pt 15

Part 14

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warning & Summary: Angst, Fluff, people being ugly, insecure reader, Jensen being a sweetheart and falling in love

A/N: This chapter is Fluffy and has a little insecurity, then fluff…maybe foreshadowing 🥰. Our lovebirds are falling in love and everyone sees it😁

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You woke up to an empty bed. When you reached over and felt nothing you frowned a little. You rolled over and looked at the clock. It was after 9am. You crawled out of bed, showered, got ready and went downstairs. The house was quiet. You looked around for Jensen and the kids but didn’t hear or see them. You noticed a note on the counter.

Y/N,

Took the kids to the store so you could sleep. Be back soon.

Love,

J

You smiled and put the note down. You made a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen counter sipping it. You grabbed your phone off the charger and looked at the screen. It was full of notifications. Your eyes about popped out of your head. You opened Instagram to see hundreds of new follower requests and tons of tagged pictures from the con. Then you started reading comments. Some, most were supportive and sweet, but others were downright rude and hurtful. You tried to ignore them but for every sweet comment there were at least two ugly ones. So many people commenting about your weight, how you were a whore who threw herself at him in his vulnerable state, how his ex was gorgeous compared to you. One person even started bashing your children and called you a gold digger who was on the hunt for their new daddy.

Your heart broke and tears started streaming down your face. You knew this was going to happen, but this was not what you expected. You heard the garage door and quickly wiped the tears away and cleared your throat. You got up and started cleaning the kitchen to avoid eye contact with Jensen or the kids. You didn’t want them to see you upset. “Hey Miss y/n, we’re back and we got you a surprise” you heard Jensen’s son say. Jensen came up behind you and hugged you “good morning baby” he whispered in your ear as he placed a kiss on your cheek. He pulled back quickly because he felt the wetness. He spun you around to look at him and his face sank. He saw you were upset and had been crying.

“Hey guys, why don’t you go clean your rooms and the playroom. I need to talk to y/n about your presents” he said. The kids got excited and left the room. Jensen turned to you and took your hand. “What’s wrong baby? Is everyone okay, are you okay?” He asked with worry in his eyes. You shook your head no then looked at him and said “I shouldn’t have read the comments.” He looked confused for a second then he realized what happened. “Oh baby, don’t do that to yourself. There is always going to be nasty comments and posts about us. I know it’s hard but you’ve got to block it out. I love you, the kids love you and that’s all that matters” he said as he wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face in his chest and just cried. “I know Jens, but they said some horrible things. We haven’t even gone public with our relationship and they are trying to tear it apart.” You said through hiccup sobs.

Jensen realized you were right. The only thing he’s done was at the con, but nothing more yet. Nothing official that is. He knows the fans want confirmation of anything through social media or an official statement from his manager. He decided he was going to make it official. He calmed you down and got you a cup of tea.

The kids came back in and they were so excited to give you the surprise they had for you. Through all the crap you almost forgot. His oldest walked over carrying a small bag and all three kids were grinning ear to ear. She handed you the bag and said they all picked it out and wanted you to have it. You looked at them and then at Jensen. He was smiling and nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to wait for Christmas” you asked. They all said “no, open it now please.” You took the bag and pulled out a small box. You looked confused but opened the box. Inside were three charms, 2 girls and 1 boy. The charms contained their birth stones. It matched the one you wore for your kids perfectly. You gasped and smiled. “It’s perfect guys. Thank you” you said hugging them with tears in your eyes. You took your necklace off and added the charms. Once you put it back on you put your hand over it and sighed. Jensen leaned down and kissed your head. “They wanted to be represented too. They love you so much already, y/n. We all do.” He said. You looked up into his eyes and smiled saying “I love you all too. So much”.

You took a picture of your necklace and posted it to your Instagram. Jensen also suggested you keep your original profile private and create one that is public if you wanted to. He explained they all do that so some things are kept private and others aren’t. You understood the need to share some to the fans and some things were kept private. He also suggested any pictures of family you didn’t want people to see faces you could always put a sticker over their face to protect their privacy. Again, another good point. He helped you create a public profile and he was your first follower. You giggled when it popped up. “Come here baby. Let’s take a picture together” Jensen said pulling you close. “I look horrible, Jens” you said shying away from the camera. “Nope, you’re beautiful.” He said as he snapped a picture of the two of you. You had to admit it was a pretty good one. Jensen posted it under his account and tagged you. His caption melted your heart. “Guys, this woman has stolen my heart and the hearts of my kids. She’s selfless, caring, loving and kind. Even if she’s a little shy in front of the camera. As you can see from the second picture I’ve already been replaced. 😉” He posted the picture he took of you and him, and the second was of you and his son snuggled in your lap. You smiled and then your phone started blowing up with notifications and new followers. All the comments were sweet and full of congratulations. You smiled as you read them. “See, babe they aren’t all bad.” He said kissing your cheek. “I know” you said. You pulled out your phone and added a comment on the post “oh Jens, you know I can’t resist his sweet face. I love you so much!”

Other people including Gen and Jar commented. What you didn’t expect was Jensen’s ex to comment. “Y’all this woman is amazing. She’s so good for Jensen and she’s amazing with our kids. She’s accepted me and everything that comes with our family. I’m so glad my kids have her in their lives. It looks like my little man has already gotten attached 🥰”. You smiled when you read her comment. Jensen kissed you softly and said “see it’s not all bad. They are gonna love you as much as we do.”

You posted the picture of your necklace and tagged Jensen. Captioned it with “I got to add 3 charms to my necklace today. Thank you to Jensen and the kiddos for the beautiful addition. Now all our babies will go everywhere with me. 💜💙💜💙💜” The response to your post was positive. Jensen of course had to add a sweet comment that got everyone commenting about how sweet you two were. Jensen reminded you not all the comments would be positive but to just remember it’s the love at home that matters most.

He’s absolutely amazing helping you navigate being in the limelight. You know it’s going to be hard at times, but with him by your side it’s going to be okay.

Jensen stood up and walked over to you with his hand out. You grabbed it and he pulled you up into his arms. “I love you, y/n” he said as he pulled you into a kiss. You melted into his arms and deepened the kiss. “Come on, let’s go get some shopping done.” He said as he pulled away. “Jar and Gen have offered to watch the kids while you and I go do a little present shopping.” He said as he pulled you into the living room. “Are they sure they want to watch them for the afternoon” you asked as he walked to grab his boots. “Of course they are. I told them you wanted to get the kids some presents and I wanted to go with my girl. They were more than happy to watch them. They are family, sweetheart and we have each other’s backs.” “Okay, let me go get ready. I’ll be down in about 20 minutes.” You said as you climbed the stairs.

You went upstairs and started to get ready to leave when you heard a soft knock on the door. You opened the door to see Jensen’s youngest daughter standing there. “Hey sweetie, you okay” you asked as you knelt down beside her. She looked nervous and a little worried. You noticed she started fidgeting with her hands and her voice came out almost in a whisper. “Yeah, I have a question for you Miss y/n.” You stood up and scooped her in your arms and sat on the bed with her. “Of course sweetie, what is it. You can ask me anything you don’t have to be nervous.” You said trying to reassure her. She sat on the bed still fumbling with her hands and wouldn’t talk. You knew it was something big otherwise she wouldn’t be so nervous. You were getting a bit nervous too the longer you sat in silence. “Honey, whatever it is you can ask me. I promise it will be okay.” You took her little hand in yours and rubbed it. Her head was still looking down and she said “do you really love my daddy?” “Yes, sweetie I do. I love your daddy so very much. He makes me feel safe and happy, and I love you guys too. Just like you were my own.” You said trying to get her to look at you. Her beautiful little eyes met yours and she took your necklace in her hand a gave you a soft smile. “We love you too and I know daddy does cause he wants to marry you. He told Uncle Jared he wanted to.” You smiled at her and gave her a big hug. You hadn’t noticed Jensen come to the door, he was watching and listening to the interaction between you and his baby girl with a smile on his face. “I would love to marry your daddy sweet girl. That’s just something we would have to decide together.” You said looking at her wide smile. You looked up and saw Jensen with a smile. He couldn’t believe how fast his children were taking to you. You smiled softly and she climbed down. “Okay. See you later” she said with a grin on her face.

“Hey sweetheart” he said with a smile. “Hey babe” you said as you stood up. “You know how much I love you” he said while placing a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled and said “I’m starting to think you’re not the only one.” “Nope, definitely not.” He said popping the “p”. He grabbed your hand and led you out of the room and downstairs. Jared walked in just as you got downstairs. “Hey guys, I’m here to grab the rugrats. Gen has a fun day planned for all of them while y’all go shopping.” You gave Jared a hug and told him thank you for taking them so you could go shopping with Jensen. “Not a problem, we’re family. Now I expect something amazing for Christmas” he said nudging you. You both laughed. Jensen grabbed the kids’ coats and you helped them put them on. Hugs were exchanged and the kids climbed in Jared’s car.

You grabbed your coat and purse and Jensen was grabbing his coat and keys. “Ready to go, sweetheart” he asked as he opened the door. “Yep, let’s go” you said walking outside. The drive to town didn’t take too long. Jensen grabbed his hat and sunglasses and you chuckled. You knew it wouldn’t help too much, but it was cute he tried. You had a list of gift ideas for everyone you planned to get something for. It was a longer list this year but you were so excited. You still hadn’t decided what to get Jensen, but you had planned to figure it out this shopping trip. Maybe Gen had some ideas. Jensen was walking hand in hand with you as you walked into the store. As you both made your way through the store you started to notice the stares and whispers. “I think you’ve been spotted” you whispered to Jensen. He looked around and grinned. “Yeah I think so too” he said trying to not make eye contact. For a few minutes you both walked through the store picking out gifts for everyone on your list.

Just as you were about to head to check out a woman came up to Jensen. “Um, excuse me are you Jensen Ackles” she asked with a little tremble in her voice. “Yes ma’am I am” he said flashing her that killer smile. “Oh wow, um can I get a picture and maybe your autograph” she asked. “Of course you can.” Jensen said then smiled for the picture. Pretty soon there were so many people around him and he was so gracious. You stepped back trying to give him space. He made eye contact with you and smiled a smile that seemed to say “I’m sorry”. You smiled and nodded your head. You knew this came with being with him. It was hard, but you know how much he loves his fans.

Store security arrived to see what was going on and thank goodness they helped with the crowd. After about 20 minutes everyone had their pictures and autographs and you were ready to check out. Jensen walked over and pulled you into a hug. “I’m so sorry about that y/n. Usually it doesn’t snowball like that” he said placing a soft kiss to your lips. “It’s okay babe. I understand.” You said offering him a smile.

You headed to purchase your items and Jensen walked beside you. You felt his eyes on you and you turned to see him staring at you. “What” you asked with a shy smile. He smiled and said “nothing just looking at the most amazing, beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” You blushed and smiled. He always knew what to say to get you to blush and oh the butterflies that fill your body. You made your purchase and headed for the car. Jensen opened the trunk and helped you put the bags in. As he closed the trunk he put both of his arms on either side of you bracing you between the trunk and him. You looked up and he kissed you. No words were needed. The kiss said it all. He loved you and you loved him. What could possibly go wrong.

@kr804573

[cuddlebugsirius]

Jess’ Top 22 of 2022

I decided to do a fic rec list of my 22 top fics that I read in 2022, from lots of different ships and fandoms. We’re here to celebrate the effort that fellow writers put into creating magic for us all, fanfiction is such a massive part of my life and I think it deserves to have a spotlight shone on it’s greatness. 

[I limited myself to 1 fic/series per author, which was more of a challenge than I thought it would be 😂]

So in no particular order and without further ado...

Bring Him to His Knees - 245k+, Dramione, E Rated

Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting.

Solntse - 60k+, Wolfstar, E Rated

Sirius, a young Russian billionaire hires Remus, who is working part time as a call boy to make ends meet. Things happen, feelings occur.

Did You Miss Me - 640k+, Wolfstar & Jily, E Rated

Though the new boy at Hogwarts University, James Potter, appears to be an adorable himbo with deep pockets, Remus Lupin and his friends instead find a horrifically dark past on Google. Did he really attack that boy and leave him for dead? Why won't he talk about his mysterious childhood best friend, "Pups"? Would it kill him to stop messing with his hair?

At least Remus got his phone back after losing it, but now he can't stop texting the mysterious number of the man who had sent it back. Padfoot is funny and charming, and Remus is NOT going to fall in love with him.

The PB to my J [AKA the one that converted Jess into a Wolfstar writer] - 270k+, Wolfstar, E Rated 

A Modern AU Marauders texting with prose fic set at University.

Mainly Wolfstar - Will they? Won’t they? (They obviously will...) And a little bit of Jily too.

A Second Look - 120k+, Dramione, M Rated

Her best friend's life was a mess and she would have done anything to make things better for him and his sons. So, when she found her former enemy in a similar situation her heart went out to him as well... and the beautiful blond baby in his arms didn't hurt his case. It was certainly enough for her to give him a second look.

oh, I’m gonna let the future in - 40k+, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter, T Rated

Al doesn’t know what he’s doing. Not just with the new apartment, but with his life in general, and it doesn't help that his family quietly looks down on him. It feels as if they’re always waiting for him to do something spectacular, but without actually expecting it of him. They’ve given up on expecting anything of him.

Al only speaks English, and he sings in the shower, badly. He likes tea, and he cleans when he’s stressed. He sees a therapist. He has a total of two friends, and one of them is his cousin. He isn’t smart; he’s simple.

He wishes that could be enough.

Brooklyn Heights Books - 180k+, Stucky, E Rated

A man wearing a light denim jacket over a dark blue shirt came into the shop, a box tucked under his right arm. Despite it being late afternoon, he was wearing sunglasses with bright blue lenses, and his long, dark hair was pulled back in a messy little bun. A few strands had escaped, framing his strong, unshaven jawline. The man looked into the café, smiled widely, and waved in Clint’s direction as he kept walking into the bookstore, and Steve’s mouth went completely dry.

Beautiful, was the only word to describe that smile; straight, white teeth framed by full, lush, red lips, bracketed by laugh lines and an adorable dimple in his right cheek, a charming little chin cleft just visible under the light stubble—Steve was struck literally speechless. And that was before he got a glimpse of the man’s backside. Slim hips and a round, firm-looking ass led to long, lean legs that were encased in snug, dark blue jeans.

“Guh,” Steve said, watching the dark-haired man continue on to the back of the store.

‘tis the damn season - 70k+, Wolfstar, T Rated

“Where are you going?”

Remus turns. Sirius looks delightful; wine-flush and December drizzle painting his pale, pretty face the deepest carmine red. His spindly hands are twiddling at his front, as if he doesn’t know quite what to do with them. He sniffs, and exhales corporeal ice that sends a shiver running down Remus’ spine. He’s not sure if it’s from the cold or the alcohol or… something else.

Clean - 115k+, Dramione, M Rated

Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. "You'll find I'm very surprising." 

Second Generation - 45k+, Wolfstar, E Rated

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black spent their late teens in a happy haze of sex, troublemaking, and playing in their band, but break up in college. But when their respective children get in trouble together more than 20 years later, Remus and Sirius find themselves at odds with their very different parenting styles and dealing with a spark that was never quite extinguished.

Dreamers - 45k+, Wolfstar, M Rated

In which Sirius did twelve years and meets Remus on a creative writing workshop.

The Searching Ceremonies - 580k+, Sterek, M Rated

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

Quid Pro Quo - 105k+, Darklina, E Rated

The Slow Burn Breeding Kink Political AU

Cannibals - 20k+, Darklina, E Rated

It was very brief, the affair Alina Starkov had with her father.

Or: The Father-Daughter Incest AU

no shelter but mine - 65k+, Darklina, E Rated

“If you’re so worried about your daughter then why are you wasting your time yelling at me instead of caring for her?”

He stills. His fists clench, just once, and she can see the muscles in his jaw working, like it is taking him every ounce of will not to unhinge it, lean across the counter, and rip out her throat with his teeth.

Then he turns, without a word, and storms out the door, the tails of his black coat flying behind him like a cloak. Aleksander is in need of a nanny for his six-month-old daughter. As it so happens, Alina is the only person she likes.

Action - 20k+, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, E Rated

Jaime’s a famous action hero. Brienne is the stunt coordinator on his latest movie. She’s hated him since the moment they met, and the feeling is mutual. But there are ways to work out their aggression.

Lost & Found - 95k+, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, E Rated

When she realizes the husband she knew had departed, and she now had cold & hard mobster in his place, Sansa fakes her death and starts a new life in Wales.

And then Jon finds her.

It gets so hard to breathe (when you’re looking at me) - 57k+, Wolfstar, E Rated

When Sirius turns up at Remus' flat after the events at the Triwizard Tournament, he doesn't expect to find himself sharing a bed with Remus. Or getting so intimately involved in his life. Or to find out that they're mates and Remus wants nothing more than to push him up against the wall and make him forget his own name.

Or to feel so very complete.

But Sirius isn't complaining. Not one bit.

The Player’s Secret - 50k+, Wolfstar, M Rated

“So what’s he like? Full of it? Arrogant?”

“Yes,” he says, because he thinks that is a fair assessment. Sirius Black is full of it. He is arrogant. He’s also entitled and needy and smug. He’s talented, reckless, moody, selfish, childish, charming and sweet, and a million different other things Remus is trying to wrap his head around.

Sirius Black is hard work.

Remus Lupin is a successful documentary filmmaker who is assigned to make a fly-on-the-wall documentary featuring Sirius Black - one of the world's most brilliant footballers - as he competes in the European Championship.

All does not go smoothly.

The Same Way I Like My Coffee - 35k+, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, M Rated

Sansa Stark always liked her coffee hot and sweet. She finally found a guy that makes the sentence "I like my men the same way I like my coffee" real to her.

Jon snow has no right to be that hot.

Or: Sansa opens the coffee shop of her dreams, makes great friends and meets an unbelievably hot Jon Snow.

don’t pout, darling - 70k+, Dramione, E Rated

"when's the last time you let someone take care of you?"

"no one's ever wanted to," her whisper is delicate, sharp like porcelain glass, the edges raw and tender. she is sugar-soft, a little thing tucked into his chest, ears pressed against the heart that beats for her.

"i'll take care of you, i'm always going to take care of you," he cooed. “you're my sweet girl, my baby.”

or: a modern au ddlg fic

when we kiss: mmmm, fire - 39k+, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, E Rated

Sansa might be seeing someone casually, but thanks to Arya, Robb, and Theon, it’s Jon who’s got the inside track on how to get Sansa to take him seriously.

aka: the one where jon finds out that sansa has a daddy kink, and he uses it to seduce her away from the dating scene and into his arms, heeeey-oh!

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

(𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐)

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || your newest client asks you to give him a real challenge, and you’re happy to oblige.  

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 6.3k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut but no actual sex (lots of handjob stuff though and some brief oral m receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, more cnc (because of the overstimulation), bondage, edging, impact play (riding crop), brief cock torture (she just hits him with the crop a couple times), implied “kink as trauma response” (this is gonna be a theme throughout the whole fic), forced to break a rule/doomed to fail/impossible challenge (idk how to warn for this but yeah), forced voyeurism?, thigh riding (reader rides bucky’s thigh), some degradation/dumbification, brief/implied dacryphilia, a bit of angst/feelings

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“Can’t,” he sighed, “can’t come again.”

He looked so painfully adorable when he begged like that, his brow glistening with sweat as he jerked under your touch.  “Aw, poor baby,” you pouted, twisting your hand when it stroked over the head of his cock, “yes you can.  I know you can.  Just gimme one more.”

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, “Mistress, please— just stop, please, I can’t… can’t take any more…”

“I know you can, sweetheart— I know you can be my good boy and keep coming for me.  Tell me your color.”

“Yellow,” he whispered.

“Think you’re almost done?” you pressed, smiling when he nodded breathlessly.  “Yeah, there’s my good boy— gonna come again for your Mistress?”

“Yes,” he breathed, baring his teeth as his hips bucked wildly to try to avoid further sensation, “y-yes, one more, just one more, I’m gonna— fuck, gonna come, just don’t stop… fuck, it hurts.”

“I know, but you’re being so good for me,” you purred.  “You like it when I milk your pretty cock, don’t you?  Even though it hurts?”

He winced but nodded.  “C-coming, Mistress, fuck, I’m coming…!”

Since it was his fifth of the evening, he could only give you one thick drop of come that gathered at his slit before running down over your hand which finally slowed to a stop.

You both sighed with relief as you pulled your hand away and leaned back, admiring how beautiful he looked as he caught his breath, covered in come and sweat.

"Good job," you praised with a chuckle, "I hope I didn't go too hard on you."

"N-no, that was… that was really good," he sighed, slumping back onto the bed.  "Can I use your shower before I go?"

"Yeah, totally," you nodded.

After a long pause, you gave him a confused look.  

"I thought you were gonna shower?" you reminded him.

"Oh… I guess I have to get up for that," he sighed, making you laugh.

"Rest a bit longer.  You've had a… challenging afternoon."

He nodded a little and you got up from the bed to go wash your hands and freshen up a little, smiling at your own appearance in the mirror— sometimes you forgot how you looked when you did this, but there was an undeniable aura of power around you… especially after a session like that.

This was only your third week with James, and already the dynamic felt so natural between you— and yet, so fresh compared to your other clients.  Normally it took longer for a newbie to get comfortable with you, yet most of them had had multiple doms before and here was James, totally inexperienced and taking it all like a champ.  There was an air of innocence about him, you figured, in contrast to this undeniable strength and intensity that you caught glimpses of from time to time.

Sometimes, it felt like he was chasing an innocence he lost a long time ago.  Whatever it was that drew him to this, you were happy to help him along the way.

It was probably a little dangerous to enjoy sessions with a client so much; even though you often pretended that everything was about your pleasure and not theirs, obviously since they were the paying customer it was the complete opposite in reality.  But there was an equity to the dynamic with you and Bucky, he served you with a real dedication rather than for his own gain.  And you, meanwhile, had rediscovered the fun in this career that had originally drawn you to it in the first place.  It was less like a science now, more like an art— you let yourself go with your instincts and do whatever felt right in the moment, and both of you benefitted for it.  

“Come on, get up and clean yourself off,” you encouraged— gently, of course— as you left the bathroom and returned to find James laying sprawled out on the bed.

“I know you said falling asleep here was a one-time courtesy,” he remembered with a smile, “but I could use it now a lot more than I needed it then.”

Honestly, you didn’t see him smile that often.  It was pleasant; you hoped to see it again.  He did get up, though, and take the washcloth you handed him to wipe off the come that had gotten all over him.  “What are you thinking for next week?” you asked as you leaned against the wall.  “Any special requests?”

“We can discuss all that over the phone,” he decided.  You still didn’t understand fully why he didn’t like to discuss future scenes in person; it was like he wanted the in-person interactions to be as ‘in character’ (if you will) as possible.

“Alright, just keep me updated,” you requested with a shrug.

You got changed while he took his shower, and when he emerged to the living room he seemed surprised to see you sitting on your own couch.  After a moment, you realized it was the fact that you were in normal clothes that threw him off.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans before… or pants of any kind.”

You looked down at your outfit with a smile, glad it was at least still professional and not sweats and a t-shirt or something.  “Yeah, I guess you haven’t.  First time for everything, right?”

“Yeah, had a lot of first times with you,” he chuckled.  “Most significantly less mundane than this.”

A brief silence filled the room but it wasn’t exactly awkward, at least not for you.

“Well, I’ll see you next week,” he decided as he grabbed his jacket from your chair and slipped it on.  You’d been spending most of this session trying to forget how good he looked in the leather motorcycle cut, so that was out the window now as you tried to keep from visibly biting your lip while he walked towards the door.

Damn, he was fine.  But there were more pressing matters at hand.  Like preparing yourself and your apartment for your next appointment.  This guy wanted to get slapped around until he cried… shouldn't be too difficult, but your arms would probably be sore tomorrow.

Opposite of last week, I really want you to edge me tonight, as long as possible.

Don't go easy on me, make me hold it in.  I need a challenge this week.

-J

It was odd how emails from James made your week.

He seemed to prefer to communicate his desire with you this way; maybe it was easier for him, and you couldn’t really blame him for that.  The nice part was that you didn’t have to temper your reactions, if you had any, since you were always alone when you got his messages.  You might be old hat at it now, but you could remember a time that you had to hide a grimace when a client told you to your face what he wanted.  Not that you would shame them for it or anything (unless, you know, they paid you to), but you didn’t enjoy everything you did with these men.

Did you enjoy everything you did with James?  Yes, but you were pretending not to— for your own sake.

You dressed a bit differently for today’s session, more conservatively… not that it was especially conservative by any other person’s standards.  But it left your legs and chest covered, somewhat in the spirit of ‘mean corporate businesswoman’ aesthetically.  For some reason you felt like using a riding crop required wearing pants.

James certainly didn’t seem to mind, with the way he nervously cleared his throat after you opened the door.

“Good to see you again,” you greeted formally, “please, come in.”

He stepped past you, still looking at you and not at what was in front of him, meaning he ended up slamming himself gut-first into your kitchen island.

“Oh!  Are you alright?” you smiled when you noticed. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” he nodded, rubbing his stomach for a second but recovering quickly.  “I told you I can take a lot of pain,” he joked.

“Well, we’re going to put that to the test today,” you promised cryptically.  “You must’ve seen the crop on the table.”

He nodded again.  “Yeah....”

“Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes,” he answered, a bit too quickly.

“Then let’s get you tied up, James.”

Straddling his lap, you realized the rope was a bit too tight when you saw it digging into his skin; maybe he wouldn’t mind that, but you did, so you pushed the rope back through itself to loosen it slightly.

“How long did it take you to learn all these knots?” he asked casually, watching your fingers nimbly work the ropes around his wrists.

“Not too long,” you shrugged, “I’ve only been doing this a few years… but I knew them before that.”

“Boating school?  Boy Scouts?” he suggested jokingly.

“Just a hobby,” you decided, dodging the covert question about your past.  “Were you a Boy Scout?”

“Do I look like a Boy Scout?” he countered with a scoff.

“Not anymore,” you shrugged, “but I bet you did once.  You’re sorta innocent, you know.”

He swallowed dryly, and you raised an eyebrow as you glanced from the knot you were tightening to his face, which looked a bit flustered.  “R-really?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, leaning back on your heels to look at him straight-on.  “Are you surprised to hear that?”

He nodded quickly, and you laughed.

“Aw, you thought you were so kinky, huh?  So dirty,” you purred, running your hand up his leg until he tugged slightly on the newly-tied ropes— a subtle way to get him to test them for you.  “But you’re really not.  You’re just my sweet, innocent boy.”

He whined— really, properly whined— and you dug your nails into his skin until he hissed instead.

“I don’t think you believe me,” you noticed, leaning back to reach for the crop behind you.  “You think you’re so filthy and perverted, right?  Are you a pervert, James?”

“Yes,” he breathed, shivering as you let the crop slide gently over his skin— his abs, his hips, his legs which were already quivering so adorably.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“And how’s that?”

“I think about… getting hurt,” he admitted weakly, “when I touch myself.  And I touch myself all the fucking time.”

“Yeah?  How many times a day do you stroke that pretty cock, James?”

“Twice every morning,” he blurted out, “after that it depends.”

You didn’t let yourself show your surprise at that number.  “Depends on what?”

When he hesitated, you hit him sharply on the thigh and he winced.  “Depends on what I… what I end up thinking about.  Sometimes… sometimes something reminds me, and I have to get off.”

Something told you not to press on what it was that he needed to be reminded of, and why it made him want to jerk off so bad.  Something told you he wasn’t ready to tell that story yet.  “Did you touch yourself today already?” you asked instead.

“No, no ma’am,” he shook his head, voice wavering as you brushed the crop over his chest, “it’s… it’s different with you.”

“Yeah, I bet it is,” you smirked, hitting him on the stomach quickly.  “I bet you’re finally satisfied, right?  Nothing’s ever worked for you before.”

“Yes,” he moaned, crying out slightly when you hit him on the arm (flesh— you were too afraid what sound the metal one would make) much harder than before.  “The nights I see you, I… I can sleep.”

“You sleep better?”

“No, I just… sleep.”

You tried not to react to that, moving to a new question instead.  “Do you want me to hit you again?  Or do you want me to stroke your cock for you?”

An obvious choice to some, surely, but he seemed to really struggle with it.

“Which one do you think you deserve?” you asked instead.

“Hit me more,” he decided.

Instantly, you struck him once on the face and again on the shoulder, then moved down to his legs for three in a row in spite of the way his body jerked away instinctively.  

“Fuck,” he sobbed, “don’t stop— I need more…”

You focused on his legs, on the inside of his thigh where he seemed the most sensitive.  His twisted joy turned to true fear, though, when you brushed the end of the crop over his balls.  “Do you want me to hit you here?” you challenged.

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered.

“Let’s make a deal, James,” you offered, “wherever I hit you, I’m gonna kiss it to make it better.”

“Then hit me wherever you want,” he nodded, almost smiling at you.  He cried through his teeth when you whipped his shaft with the crop— not especially hard, in fact quite delicately, though the second was harder.  And the third, though not much more aggressive, was right on the sensitive tip; his eyes shot open and his hips jerked away.

“So good, such a good boy,” you whispered proudly, putting the crop aside to lean in and kiss his cheek where you’d hit him before, his shoulder, his arm.

You worked your way down carefully as he breathed heavily beneath you, whimpering slightly when you kissed his thighs and notably ignored his flexing, leaking cock.  “Please,” he whimpered.

“Shh, be patient,” you soothed, “be my good boy.”

“Your good boy,” he repeated, trying to restrain himself but already bucking up into the air again, “fuck, wanna be your good boy, Mistress.”

“Are you already close, pet, just from getting hurt?” you asked in a faux pout.  “You’re not gonna come if I give your pretty cock some kisses, right?”

“I— I won’t come,” he promised.  “Not until I get permission.”

“Baby, it’s gonna be a long fuckin’ time before you get permission,” you promised with a toothy grin.  “Look down at me, honey, I want you to see this.”

He hesitated for a second but obeyed, looking down at you with an expression that was full of awe as you gripped his cock and gave gentle, teasing kisses up his shaft.  It bobbed in your hands with each one, and he let out the most beautiful sigh when you kissed the tip carefully.

A wide lick made him jerk beneath you.  “F-Fuck,” he stammered.

“You said you wouldn’t come,” you reminded him.  “Can I keep going?  Are you gonna be a good boy?”

“Don’t stop, please,” he breathed, “I’ll be good.”

Taking the head between your lips, you suckled gently as he shivered and moaned.  You weren’t sure you’d ever been with anybody— on or off the clock— who was so sensitive.  And you loved it, honestly; who could resist those precious noises he made?

As much as part of you wanted to go nuts and really push him to the edge, you tried to be gentle and careful so as not to make it impossible for him to hold back.  But even then, when you gently grasped his balls in one of your hands and squeezed them, he apparently couldn’t take anymore.

"S-stop," he hissed, and you pulled back, sitting up.

"You were close?" you asked, and he nodded a little.  "Oh, what a good boy."

He whimpered briefly.  "Yes, your good boy, Mistress…"

Your fingers trailed delicately up the underside of his cock, making him shiver violently.  "I know you want to come, but you want to be good even more.  You're such a sweet little pet."

It seemed like the praises did more to keep him on the edge than the touches, so you kept both going; wrapping your fingers around the ridge of his head, you gave the most gentle and subtle strokes, and leaned in to whisper against his ear.

“Is this why you wanted me to edge you today, James?  So you could show me how good you can be?” 

“I-I don’t know,” he blurted out, rocking his hips as best he could while restrained, “I just wanted to… I just wanted you to make me wait.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about that,” you laughed slightly, “I can make you wait all day.  Is that what you want?”

“No, that’s— not that long, I can’t wait that long,” he shuddered.

“Mm, that sounds like your problem, not mine,” you smirked.  “Not sure why I asked what you want, honestly… cause I don’t fucking care.”

His choked-out whine was too perfect to ignore.

“Oh, what a pathetic little moan that was, poor baby,” you cooed mockingly, “are you regretting it now?  You’re probably wondering what you got yourself into, ‘cause you’re worried Mistress is never gonna let you come.”

“No, I don’t regret it,” he denied weakly, “whatever you want— do whatever you want to me, just… give me what I deserve, please.”

You stopped touching him completely and he straight-up sobbed.  “You don’t deserve anything from me, James.  You don’t deserve me at all.”

He told you before that he liked when you rapidly cycled between soft and mean.  Kept him on his toes, apparently.  Honestly, you felt a little guilty talking to him that way sometimes, but his cock leaking enough pre-cum to soak the bedsheets beneath him was a sign you were doing something right.  “I know!” he cried.  “I know, fuck, I’m sorry, but I need you.  I fucking need you, Mistress, please— you know I’ll do anything.”

“I’m feeling generous today,” you shrugged, “so I won’t ask you for much.  Just beg me a little more.”

“Please, pleasepleaseplease,” he rushed, “touch me.  Anywhere, whatever you want, I just need to feel you.  I know I… fuck, I know I don’t deserve it, but let me try to— to earn it.  Please.”

You knew if he had it his way, he wouldn’t do much talking at all.  But you couldn’t just let him have it his way, now could you?  It was better to make him just the right amount of nervous, just the slightest hair uncomfortable, by making him talk to you.  And, of course, you liked the way his deep and rough voice got all whiny and needy like this.

One finger under his chin guided him to look up at you, those pretty blue eyes watery and sparkling and wide with misplaced innocence.

“Tell me who you belong to, James,” you instructed darkly.

“You, Mistress,” he whispered, “I’m yours, I— oh fuck…”

Unshockingly, he was reduced to only moans again when you started stroking his cock, the slick precum making every movement smoother.  “All mine, huh?  My little toy?” you confirmed, but he could only nod and swallow thickly.

You sped up quickly, getting faster and faster until you were really, properly jerking him off and he was biting hard on his lip.  Just when he seemed to really fall into it, get almost comfortable, you had to stop.

"Oh, fuck—" he gasped, bucking his hips up to try to chase your hand when you pulled away, but it was no use with him tied up.  You watched his cock bob in the air and smiled.

“Did you think it was going to be that easy?” you smirked.

Shaking his head, you tilted yours to look at him, reaching up to trace your fingers over his chest.  

“Don’t lie, baby, you thought I was gonna let you come, didn’t you?  You’re so sweet, James, and so, so stupid.”

He gasped, and for a second you thought you might’ve gone too far, but it shifted to a moan quickly and you realized he was having the time of his life.

“Just my dumb, brainless little toy,” you continued with a snarl, watching him tug at the ropes as his eyes fluttered shut.  “It’s okay, James, it’s okay… you don’t need to think, I don’t want your mind.  It’s useless.  I want this pretty cock, that’s all I want from you.”

“It’s all yours, Mistress,” he promised, cheeks burning bright red and eyes forced shut.  “All of it, I swear.”

“I know,” you cooed, holding his face gently to soothe him a bit.  But then your other hand wrapped around his cock and he was anything but soothed.  “Shh, shh, don’t make any sounds, you’re just a toy and toys need to stay quiet.”

You missed his noises, actually, but he looked so cute biting his lip and struggling to suppress them.  His cock was so swollen in your hand that you honestly wondered if it was somehow getting bigger.  Was that even possible?  Your mouth was watering regardless.

“I’m gonna give you a little break,” you promised gently, “but I’ll be honest, pretty boy… I don’t think you’re gonna like it one bit.”

The look he gave you beautifully balanced fear with anticipation, and you stopped stroking him to reach over towards the bedside drawer and pull out a vibrator.

“Your Mistress is feeling a little.... self-indulgent today,” you winked.  “And since I, unlike you, don’t need to hold myself back from coming, I think I might as well get myself off if I want to.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, watching you closely as you stood up off the bed and started to carefully undress yourself.  It was a lot more fun to get naked when you were wearing something that didn’t actually show much skin— the button-up seemed to really get him going, his tongue mindlessly darting out to lick his lips as you opened one button at a time.

Once it was off your shoulders and on the floor, and he could see the almost-transparent bra you had on, you moved to opening your trousers as well.  Just to be mean, you faced the other way as you pushed them down over your ass; you heard his breath catch and you smirked to yourself, spinning to face him again in just the matching, dark red bra and panty set.

“What do you think, do you like this better than the black ones?” you asked coyly.

“I like you naked better than both,” he answered, and you grinned.

“I’m gonna let that backtalk slide just once because it’s not worth my time to go over there and slap you for it,” you decided.  “But don’t test me, James.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered dutifully, sounding a bit out of breath as he watched you climb back onto the bed, positioning yourself carefully.

You faced him straight-on and laid your legs over his, meaning your lace-covered pussy was in full view and only inches from his leaking cock— the damn thing looked sore by now, purple at the tip and just as desperate for attention as the rest of him.

When you pulled the fabric aside to show him your cunt, he hissed and looked away.

“Look at me, James, keep your eyes open,” you demanded, seeing how totally wrecked he looked when he turned his head back to you and stared down at your body with half-lidded eyes.  “Look at how fucking soaked my pussy is.  You remember how it feels to be inside it, don’t you?”

He swallowed, sighed, and finally (just barely) nodded.

“You remember how hot and wet and tight it is, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” he choked.

“Well, that memory’s all you’ve got to work with, sweet boy, because I don’t think I’m ever gonna let you fuck this pussy again.”

He really, properly sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks, and those arms flexed against the ropes defiantly.  “N-no, please—” 

“I’m gonna make myself come with this,” you promised, interrupting him as you grabbed the vibe, “and I want you to remember how it feels when I come around you, okay?  

Turning it on, you wasted no time pressing it to your clit, moving the end of the toy in slow circles and keeping a close eye on him as he watched you.  Your intention had always been to give him a show, but the embarrassing thing was how little of it was an act.  Ironically, even though you’d been edging him this whole time, having to touch him that way without any pleasure for yourself was almost as torturous.  You’d soaked through your panties by the time you had him tied up, to be totally honest.  So, giving into it and letting yourself feel good was a breeze.

“Think about when I was riding you, James,” you instructed, your own voice clearly affected by your pleasure now.  “Think about how good it would feel if I let you come inside me.”

“Oh, god,” he cried, leaning his head back.

“Think about my pussy milking every fucking drop of come out of you.  You know I wouldn’t let you stop until I was completely full of your come, I bet you’d like that.  I bet you’d like to eat your come out of me, you sick little pervert.”

“Fuck!” he yelped, tugging at the ropes harder now— for a second you thought he might really break them and jump you.  And for a second, you knew you’d let him.  It made your walls clench as you imagined facing the consequences of driving a man to the brink of insanity until he couldn’t help but fuck you like an animal.  It was a good thing he didn’t see you bite your lip as you imagined that.

“You know what I’m thinking about?” you taunted.  

“God, don’t tell me,” he sighed through his teeth, but obviously you ignored him.

“I’m thinking about what a good boy you are for me,” you cooed, your hips starting to rock up against where you held the end of the vibrator; you pressed it down harder onto your clit and moaned instantly.  “Yeah, I’m thinking about how pretty you look when you’re all desperate and needy and fucking pathetic—”

“Oh—” he choked.

“My dumb litlte whore, that’s all you are, James,” you groaned.  “I know you wish you could touch me, it’s all you can think about, right?  That pretty head of yours would be completely empty if it weren’t for thoughts of me and how badly you want me.  Right?”

“Yes,” he whispered huskily.

A shiver ran up your spine when the vibrator bumped into a more sensitive part of you, and you did it again and again until you thought you might lose it a bit faster than you meant to.  “This toy feels really good,” you informed him in a purr, gasping when you slipped the vibrating body of it into your pussy, “but it doesn’t feel as good inside me as you do.”

His eyes fell shut but he still winced a bit every time you made a sound; he couldn’t run from this, no matter how hard he tried.

“Oh James,” you moaned loudly, fucking yourself with the vibe for a moment before you pulled it back out to focus even harder on your clit, “I’m gonna come.  I’m so, so close… I can feel it getting stronger, I think I might make a mess on these sheets.  And the only way I’m ever gonna let you come is if you watch me do it.  So open your fucking eyes.”

He blinked quickly as he opened them, gaze scanning your whole body before settling on your cunt; you were sure he could see it pulsing as you got closer and closer, you knew he was imagining how it would feel.  You only spared a brief glimpse at his cock, bobbing between his legs, and wished you could just slip it in you now and come while it stretched you out. 

But that wasn’t what he was here for, sadly, and you were sure you were the only being truly denied of your desires, despite how it probably seemed from the outside.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, numbness starting to tingle in your legs as your orgasm built up quicker than even you expected.  “I’m coming— James, I’m coming, oh, fuck… right there— yes!”

A gush of heat warmed your cunt at the same time that shocks ran up your spine and down your limbs; you could feel your legs shaking, and you knew he could, too.  

It got so intense for a second that you had to pull the vibrator away, though you didn’t stop coming until a few moments later, eyes falling shut without you meaning for them to.

You actually laughed a bit, breathlessly, as you turned the vibe off and set it aside, although you weren’t sure exactly what was supposed to be funny about this per se.  When you opened your eyes, you saw James looking down and looking positively defeated.  But he looked tense, too, and you sat up on your wobbly legs to get closer to his face.  

“Relax, James,” you told him firmly as you examined him.

“I— I can’t,” he whispered. 

“Why not?”

“I’ll come.”

Nothing could fight your wide grin anymore, not when you heard that.  “Oh, baby… are you about to come without even being touched?  Is that how much you liked watching Mistress come?”

He nodded, ever so slightly, and you laughed.  Not quite a mocking laugh, moreso impressed.  Prideful, even.  You leaned in to give a wet kiss to his neck, licking over his pulse as he shivered violently.

“That’s my good boy,” you whispered against his skin.  He whined and you cooed soothingly right away, “oh I know, I know.  It’s so unfair, isn’t it?  Mistress gets to come and you don’t…”

“Please,” he stammered, “I’m so close, let me come, please.”

“But I don’t wanna see you come, baby— I wanna see you cry.”

You started to slide your hand down his chest and he jumped up to attention as he tried to squirm away.  “No, please, don’t— don’t touch my cock, not if I can’t come.”

“You can hold it in, can’t you?” you pouted.

“No, I can’t, I can’t,” he sobbed, watching fearfully as your hand moved down to his stomach and over his hips.  

“But I thought you were my good boy,” you frowned, suddenly wrapping your hand tight around his cock as he choked on a gasp.

“Mistress!” he sobbed.  “Please, don’t—  don’t move your hand, I’ll come.”

"Never fucking tell me what to do," you instructed firmly, just barely stroking as he cried weakly.  "I'm gonna touch you however I want and you're not gonna come because you're my good boy, right?"

"No, Mistress, I can't stop it, I'm gonna come— stop, please…"

"You'd better not fucking come," you hissed through your teeth, speeding up your movements and watching his eyes shoot wide open, "you'd better hold it in until I'm done with you."

"I'm trying— please slow down, can't take it—"

You shook your head, tutting disapprovingly.  "No, baby, I tell you what you can take."

"Oh— oh god, Mistress, please, please stop, please, I c-can't— fuck!"

You pulled your hand away the second his cock started to flex but it was too late: come was shooting from his swollen tip and painting his chest and stomach.  You didn't even wait until he was done to backhand him across the face.

"I'm sorry!" he yelled.  "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it…"

You softened slightly when you heard his broken voice, saw the desperation and fear on his face— it was real, more real than the fake ‘no’s and the encouraging pleas for mercy.  "Baby, it's okay, you tried so hard," you soothed instantly.

Hope filled his eyes just as much as tears as he looked up at you.  "Am I still your good boy?"

"Always," you smiled, caressing his face where it was already turning red from your slap.  

You reached down and caressed his cock with the back of your fingers, watching it flex weakly.  

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

His lip twitched, almost like a wince.  “Do we… do we have to stop?”

You quickly glanced at the clock.  “Um, no,” you mumbled, “we still have time.  Just tell me what you want.”

“I wanna watch you come again…” he admitted softly.  “Is… is that okay?”

Although you weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, you were still surprised.  “Yeah, sure.”

“But… but closer this time,” he added, “not so far away.”

You were literally laying on top of him, how did that count as far away? 

“I wanna see your face,” he clarified.

“Okay,” you nodded, deciding to indulge him.  It was sort of like aftercare, except that this wasn’t exactly the ‘after’ part yet.

On your knees beside where he was leaning back against the headboard, you slipped your hand down into the lace panties again, finding your clit still swollen but not too sensitive.  A little gasp fell from your lips when you touched it, rubbing it carefully with two fingers while he looked up at your face.  

You felt slightly exposed when he watched you this close, and you didn’t know where to look to avoid direct eye contact.  Looking at his lips was just a little too tempting, so that wouldn’t work.

“My hands are a little tired,” you explained, “they might cramp up.  Maybe I could use your thigh…”

“O-okay,” he nodded, and you removed your fingers from your panties to sit down on the thick muscle of his leg.  You felt him tense up under you slightly, and you carefully began to rock your hips until your clit rubbed just right against the inside of your underwear.  Surely he could feel how wet you were— actually, you both could hear it, almost a wet clicking-like noise as the soaked lace slid against your skin.

The dynamic shifted slightly, not that you minded it, as he watched you ride him carefully.  Just as he couldn’t hide much from you when he was naked and tied up and baring his soul to you in the kinkiest way possible, you couldn’t hide your pleasure from him when he was looking at your face so up-close.  You let your hands carefully roam his body, narrowly avoiding the trails of cooling come he’d left on his stomach and chest, until you found his strong shoulders and held onto them for balance.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, biting your lip as your sore clit throbbed against his hard, muscular thigh.  

“Will you… could you kiss me?” he requested quietly, and your heart broke a little bit.  You shook your head, and he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll kiss you here,” you offered instead, whispering against his skin before you pressed your lips to his forehead, then his cheek, then his jaw.  “Is that better, James?”

“It helps,” he agreed in a sigh.  

“I’m close,” you warned quietly, pressing your cheek to his and weaving one hand into his hair.  “I’m gonna come again, on your thigh.”

“Let me touch you,” he begged, “just a little, please…”

You nodded, about to reach forward to untie one of his hands, but he snapped the ropes and you had totally forgotten he could do that.  He quickly ran his touch all over your body, calloused hands and bound wrists in stark contrast to your soft skin.  The metal one was a little cold but it didn’t bother you; the other was almost too hot, and it was like being warmed and cooled all at once.

He ran his fingers down your spine, he gripped one of your shoulders, he rubbed your legs: he did everything he must have been wishing he could do this whole time, even gasping as he ran one hand up your chest and over a cup of your bra.  Just as you sensed that he was about to ask if he could touch you there, you nodded and felt his metal hand tug down the red lace and grab your breast— thankfully not very hard, though he did give your nipple a quick pinch which made you gasp.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he finally settled his hands on holding your hips, just tight enough to slightly guide your movements as you rocked faster and more desperately.  “Please come,” he begged weakly, “Mistress, please… use me.”

It sort of hit you all at once then, like a punch to the gut.  Except, you know, a lot more fun than getting punched in the gut.

“James,” you gasped, legs quivering where they straddled his as a new patch of slick soaked the lace (and presumably his thigh as well).  He held you tight, kept you moving through it while your fingers tangled in his hair and your mouth fell slack for another, louder moan.

The way his lips moved over your skin, laving your collarbones and pulse point and the innermost corner of your jaw, was positively worshipful; reverent.  “Mistress,” he whispered, almost sounding like praise but tinted with awe.  Your movements slowed down to a stop and the two of you breathed a sigh together, unintentionally.  “Thank you,” he mumbled.

“What for?” you asked, blinking quickly and looking down at him, coming back to reality (though you weren’t quite sure where else it was that you had just been).

“I dunno, everything,” he decided.

“Don’t thank me,” you smiled.  “Keep paying me, though.”

He laughed a little, glancing away.  “Yeah, and I’ll pay you back for these ropes… sorry."

"No, hey, don't be sorry," you dismissed, getting up off of his leg and standing up to go grab a towel for him.  "I'm just sorry we still haven't found anything strong enough to hold you."

"It's fine, they're strong enough to make me stop myself when I want to do something I shouldn't, that's all that really matters."

You nodded to yourself as you dampened the towel and came back to wipe him off.

"I can do that for myself," he reminded you, sounding a bit embarrassed, but you thought it was sweet. 

“You just focus on getting those ropes off of yourself,” you decided with a little smile.

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10 FAVORS I ASK OF YOU.

⚠️ WARNING⚠️; mentions of death and violence. (No beta we die like teppei)

Pairing; Xiao x ghost! Reader

AN; this was an impulsive decision and mostly self indulgent because i was craving some Xiao.

SUMMARY; when Xiao moves into his new apartment and meets something unexpected.

Xiao has had enough of his roommates shenanigans.

Always partying, drinking, and bringing home random strangers from clubs, and throwing trash everywhere, it disturbed his peace so he tried voicing his concerns to his roommate but he was just ignored.

Clearly being polite definitely didn't work and being passive aggressive didn't go through their tough skull either.

So he decided to move out.

Hu Tao overheard his muttering about his roommates and suggested he should move in the apartment that was a few blocks away from campus.

At first Xiao was a bit skeptical of Hu Tao's offer, because of her reputation of being mischievous and being a prankster, but he quickly dismissed those thoughts, because he didn't really have another choice if he wanted to get away from the hell hole he lived in.

Turns out the place wasn't that bad.

The rent was cheap and the landlady was a nice old woman living with her cat.

The apartment itself looked a bit worn down, clearly hasn't been maintained in a while but still decent enough for a person to live in.

After a few weeks, Xiao finally settles down in his new apartment. He finally has his own personal space or should i say he finally has some peace and quiet. But after a few days, a new problem arises.

At first, he thought it was just normal occurrences like his pen suddenly goes missing, his erasers, papers or other common things on your daily life that disappear for no reason.

But it gets much more annoying when his shoes kept getting misplaced where he's sure he put it in the shoe rack,

and his clothes that he stored properly in his wardrobe are strewn carelessly around his room.

He just shakes his head in annoyance, and start to pick up the mess to clean it.

Most of these things were just insignificant problems, it's not like it actually hurt him or anything, but it sure was annoying.

He could tolerate it up to a certain point until one day he just couldn't take it anymore...

After a week being busy without taking a proper rest. Xiao finally arrived home. He put down his belongings on the couch and headed straight to his room to take a shower. After taking a long shower, he checks his phone (lol no one chatted him my boy is emo and has no friends /j) .

Its 7 pm, he hasn't had dinner yet. He goes to the kitchen and put his phone down on the counter.

He opens the fridge and looks for the almond tofu he bought a few days ago, it's gone? He cocked his head in confusion. Where did i put it then... Asking himself. He opens the cabinets and its not there either.

He's pretty sure he put it in the fridge no one else could've taken it, his face darkens unless it was-

A rustling noise breaks him out of his stupor. Xiao is a bit pissed(you sure that its a bit???) that someone stole his almond tofu and that he might have an idea who stole it. He shakes his head before he gets too distracted, he needs to find out who keeps messing with his things and why they do it.

Slowly following the source of the sound, making sure he's quiet so the thing or person making the noise isn't aware of his presence. The sound leads him to the living room, he can see a shadowy figure behind the couch. He can see that it's...

It's eating his tofu.

Angered.

Xiao picks up his bat (dont ask why its there), creeping towards the figure, and getting ready to swing.

It suddenly turned around surprised that he noticed them and Xiao is also surprised that it suddenly faced him so he accidentally swung his bat towards it (SIR EXCUSE ME YOU JUST COMMITED MURDERRJRJR???!????).

The plate smashed against the ground, and the almond tofu is splattered on the cold hard surface of the floor.

" AH FUCK!" You exclaim. "You could've hit me you moron!"

Xiao drops his bat, face slackened. He was sure he hit a person but- Why did the bat go through them???

You stand up and brush the nonexistent dust off your arms, but Xiao grabs them before you could walk away.

"You," A confused noise leaves your lips by being pulled back harshly.

" Who are you and what are you exactly?" Xiao asks, gritting teeth.

"Oh-! I'm y/n and I'm just passing through, hahaha.." you chuckle awkwardly, while scratching your cheek and look to the side to avoid looking guilty.

"and I'm a reeeally busy person, so i have to go now goodbye~" you try to run away but Xiao's grip on you tightens,

"I asked what you are not some bullshit excuse." He growls, amber eyes glowing dangerously.

"Ok ok, I'll explain!!" You exclaim, looking terrified because of what Xiao might do to you.

Xiao loosens his grip and drops you on the floor. You sigh for the rough treatment, so you sit up and start explaining,

"So basically i am what you call an apparition,"

Xiao raises his eyebrow and crosses his arms, unamused about what this idiot is talking about.

"I'm basically a spirit, a ghost, a poltergeist or whatchamacallit," you take a peak at him while playing with your hands.

"..."

"Could you please be a bit more responsive, you're a bit terrifying ya know!" You whine,

" So what you're saying is that..." He sighs, rubbing his fingers between his eyebrows, "You're a ghost" he points at you and you nod.

"Get out."

"huh?"

"I said get out!" Xiao yells his patience thinning,

You stand up facing Xiao as you put your hands on your waist and you huff "Look here Mr. Grumpy ass, I would love to do what you just said but I lived here first!"

"This place was literally empty before I moved in!"

" I lived here a few years before that, didn't you hear from the landlady that someone used to live here?"

"I couldn't care less, so I didn't ask."

" ugh, you're so annoying,"

"And you're pissing me off."

"tch, even if I wanted to leave this place, I can't."

" What do you mean you can't, Do you not know how to open a door?" He scoffs at you,"

You gape at him offended," OF COURSE I KNOW HOW TO OPEN A DOOR BUT THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT!" You try smacking him but he just scowls and swats your hand.

"What did you mean then?"

"I can't leave this apartment,"

" The door is right there, you said you could open it or just pass through it if you're feeling a bit transparent," Xiao motions towards the door

You roll your eyes, "I physically can. not. leave this place even if I liked it or not,"

"You literally don't have a body. "

" yeah I don't, but lets just say ghosts with grudges can't leave the place they were last in. "

" That makes me want to ask another question,"

"yeah ask away."

" How did I touch you earlier, If you're actually whatever you say you are explain how," He questions you, " Hmm... " You hum, mulling over his question for a few seconds,

"I actually have no idea."

He stares at you incredulously mentally saying seriously?? " I'm seriously not surprised that you're a dead person when you're like this."

You glare at him, "And you don't respect the dead, no wonder you have no friends."

" I don't need friends, especially if they see the 'thing' I'm living with." He scoffs,

"Yeah too bad, but this 'thing' is gonna be stuck with you for a loo~ng time." You stretch out your hands with the o.

"If you're gonna be here freeloading, then you better clean your mess up." He points at the broken table, the smashed plates and the floor tofu.

"nu uh, you literally did that mess when you saw me peacefully eating there" you walk to the couch and plop on it.

"you were eating my almond tofu you dipshit how could I not get mad."

"just buy a new one its that easy"

That's how he got stuck with an another annoying roommate.

After the whole ordeal he just wanted to go to sleep, so he cleaned up the mess quickly and he went inside his room. He plops bed trying to forget everything that happened, and luckily he passes out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The next day, he woke up early but he didn't get up from his bed yet.

Checking his phone. Its 6am, he still has a few more hours before his classes start. He scrolls on his phone a bit more but his thoughts start drifting to what happened last night.

Or specifically a person, so he gets up and goes to the living room to check if they're still there. There's no one on the couch and the things are tidy as if nothing happened yesterday.

He shakes his head, it must've been hallucinating because he was so tired. So he starts getting ready for the day.

He walks towards the door, getting his keys and jacket. After making sure he's got everything he needs he puts his shoes on and walks outside the door.

On the way to the parking lot, he sees a familiar shadow but he ignores it, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him again. He hops on his motorcycle, driving to his campus.

It's lunch time but Xiao wasn't gonna eat again(bro you better eat to stay healthy, how r u gonna be my husband when you die of fatigue and starvation 😟😟😟😟).

He was staying in the almost empty library, sitting by the table on the back that was hidden by bookshelves so that its less likely that people could bother him.

Typing away on his laptop, trying to focus on his assignment so he doesn't think about what happened yesterday- but the chair in front of him suddenly scrapes from the floor, making him look up. There was no one in front of him and he looks around but there was no one there. Weird... He says in his thoughts.

He tries to go back to work , but before he could,

"What are you doing? Hmm?" You blow on his ears, while standing behind him.

Xiao yelps from surprise, his face reddens like a tomato because of the attack on his sensitive ears (haha do what you want with that info) , almost rupturing his ear by slapping it too hard. He looks up, seeing you the ghost from last night!

You grin devilishly, seeing Xiao's flustered face and chuckle a little because he was so cute.

"Urgh, it's you." He groans seeing you. He covers his face trying to calm himself down from the initial surprise.

"Yep! It's me your favorite ghost ever~" you hum happily

"More like the only ghost I know" he removes his hand and faces you.

"Yeah yeah you really know the ways to burst my bubble" you pout at him.

Seeing you here was something Xiao didn't expect and it didn't add up with the information he remembers from the incident last night.

"How are you here anyway," He narrows his gold eyes at you. "Didn't you say you could t get out of the apartment, even if you could why did you follow me?"

"oh~ i knew you'd ask about that." You sit on the table and cross your legs. " So basically, i can go outside when you go outside."

"So you were just lying to me yesterday."

"shush, I'm just getting to that part!" you out your finger on his lips. He smacks it away so you bring back your hand to your side.

"Here's the fun part! I can only follow you and can't go anywhere else 5 meters away from you."

"how exactly can you follow me outside," he sighs

"you ask a lot of questions you know! But you're in luck, because i love answering questions about me!" you put your hand on your chin making a thinking pose." if i had to guess, its probably because you're connected to apartment because you're its new owner."

"..." Xiao stays quiet, thinking about what you just said. You being a mischievous person, decide to tease him more.

"So what I'm saying is..." You hold his face pulling it closer to you, his eyes widening. while you lean down on him, breaths mingling. "You're my property now." You pull away and boop his nose.

Xiao is so flustered and his face is probably on fire. You giggle at his cute expression and decide to kiss his forehead to fluster him more.

Luckily he dodges your lips, covering your face with his callused hands (makes out with Xiao's hand 🥴🥴🥵🥵🥵), regaining his senses. "Why didn't you just stay back in the apartment then?"

" I've been stuck in that place for so many years, you expect me not to go outside for a walk?"

"What are you a fucking dog? You need someone to put you on a leash and take you out on a walk?" He jabs at you.

You frown at his statement and you both bicker back and forth until you got tired and just yelled.

"Fine!" You stomped " If you want me gone that bad then you have to do 10 things for me or else ill be bothering you for the rest of your boring mortal life! "

Xiao thinks about his options carefully, and reluctantly agrees because he just wants his peace and quiet.

"fine." Accepting defeat.

"really you'll agree to it?!" Your eyes sparkle with excitement.

"as long as you don't make me do something weird or else I'm kicking you out"

You clearly ignore the last thing he said. Hopping off the table so you could dance giddily around the table.

Xiao sighs worriedly 'what have I gotten myself into... '

AN; some things might not make sense and look very rushed because this is a 2 week old idk draft and i just tried writing most of it at 3am. Enjoy reading whatever this is im passing out good bye.

[baldgasly]

NSFW Alphabet || Daniel Ricciardo

gif by @yukitsunoda

collab with @danielsricciardhole

Unfortunately I've never slept with Daniel Ricciardo so if you believe this is inaccurate, my bad.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s not overly doting but will definitely get you a washcloth to help clean up, and when he gets up to go get water he always brings you back a glass too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Yours - Daniel loves your thighs, he can’t think of a better way to spend his time than with your thighs wrapped around his head or his waist.

His - He likes his mouth the best, the way his smile can bring you to your knees and his tongue can send you over the edge is not lost on him at all.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Looooves to cum on your back or your ass.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

A fantasy of Daniel’s that he’s never shared with you is that he wishes other people could see you two having sex. He knows getting caught would jeopardise his career and status, and he’d hate to make you feel embarrassed too, but the thought of the world knowing how good he makes you feel is something he thinks about from time to time.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s quite experienced but definitely doesn’t let that dictate what he does for you, he doesn’t want to assume that you’ll like/dislike anything he’s tried with anyone else so he gets to know you and your body right from the start and god are you glad he does.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves doggy style, and the transition to you kneeling with him behind you, with his hand wrapped around your throat or in your hair as he pulls your back up into his chest nearly makes him lose his damn mind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Have you seen that smile?? There’s definitely a lot of giggling as you try to sort the logistics of switching positions or when trying something new, as well as shared laughter if you bump heads.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

A little trimming is done to keep the edges tidy but he’s not going all out.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

In your relationship he definitely values sex more for fun and for pleasure but makes sure he demonstrates his romantic side in other parts of your relationship. Unless it’s an anniversary or something happens that puts things into perspective for him like a race loss, a crash, or you having to fly back home soon, sex is more fun when you’re both focused on getting each other off.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it that often because of his busy schedule, jet lag or getting back to the hotel room and being too tired after a long gym/training day. But he’ll definitely do it in his morning shower if it’s been a while and he’s missing you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

PRAISE KINK - he 100% loves hearing how good he’s making you feel and how good he’s doing, especially if work’s been kicking his ass lately the sound of your voice soothing his frustrations is all he needs.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Everywhere, the bed, the shower (especially the big rain shower in his apartment) and a hot tub or pool if it’s in a private enough location like a honeymoon villa.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You in athletic gear, you wearing his clothes/merch or McLaren gear so everyone knows where your loyalty lies, when he’s been doing well at work and his confidence is high, you getting dressed up and other guys seeing how great you look, knowing that only he gets to take you home.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not into inflicting pain on you, it wouldn’t ever surpass anything more than a playful ass slap or gentle bites.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Honestly, he prefers receiving because he’s a man lmao. But he absolutely always goes down on you as part of foreplay, or after sex if he finishes and you don’t. He loves to be in between your thighs whether he’s pinned your hips down on the bed or draped a leg over his shoulder while you stand and lean against a wall.

He also loves seeing you on your knees for him, his hands tangled in your hair, hips bucking to get impossibly closer to you, it’s his favourite way to celebrate the end of race week.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He takes it nice and slow in the mornings or if he owes you make up sex, he’s fast if he gets a podium or you’ve been teasing him in public and every other time he keeps a nice steady rhythm that has you unravelling in minutes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Definitely prefers normal sex but he’s constantly on the go and he loves how quickies can be a way of showing you that he will still make time for you and your relationship even with his busy schedule. He almost always finishes in your mouth for quickies too.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s not confident to do anything too risky because of his status and his job, but the thrill of having sex on a boat drives him wild because it feels enough like public or outdoor sex that his fantasy of being caught is close to being satisfied.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go twice in one night but needs a decent enough gap in between to recharge. Start to finish he can last for 10-15 mins unless there’s edging involved, then he’ll having you begging for close to an hour.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s open to basic toys that enhance feelings for both of you but nothing too wild.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to dish it out, but cannot take it. He sees nothing wrong with resting his hand too high on your thigh when you’re at a restaurant in a group, or whispering all the things he wants to do in your ear when it appears to everyone else that he’s just giving you a hug. As soon as you return the favour and send any dirty texts or pictures to him across the room in public he turns into a whiny bitch the second you’re alone.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Surprisingly, sex is one of the times he doesn’t get too loud, apart from telling you how good you make him feel you’re mainly treated to shallow breathing and restrained grunts.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He definitely has a whole hidden folder on his phone filled with dirty photos and videos of the two of you. Every photo you send him gets saved and tucked away for when he's missing you and he pretends his own hand wrapped around him is yours instead.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s slightly above average sized, nothing you can’t handle but he definitely knows how to use it. Also, I know that boy is veiny - have you seen those hands?

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Any time he’s in the same city as you he wants you in his bed. He’ll have you in the morning, before dinner, after dinner, he makes every second count because he knows his job means he’ll have to leave again soon.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much of the work he did, lol. He’ll lay with you and chat for a while until his replies get shorter and his breathing gets deeper, then he’ll drape an arm over you and fall asleep pressed against you.

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Save Me/ 5

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 2.1k

Includes- wound cleaning, party, J is having a good time at party until Han-Jae shows up

DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!

Series Masterlist

J POV

Han-jae doesn't come back for a few days

Neither does Yoongi.

And I can't find my phone

That means Han-jae has it

I can't enjoy the peace because I know he's coming back

God is this what I've become?

Cowering in my own apartment, afraid?

I guess so

I spend my time sleeping

All day

On my stomach

My body just can't stay awake

I'm only 25 but I feel like I'm 90.

I only get out of bed to eat a little and use the bathroom

Then I'm right back in bed sleeping

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"Wake up"

I feel someone shaking me roughly

"Huh? What happened?", I say groggily

"It's me"

My eyes snap open and I jump back

Fuck it's Han-jae

He's back

"Relax, I'm not going to hit you", he rolls his eyes

Seriously?

How many times did I hear that before?

"Look I realized I may have been too hard on you the last time. It's not your fault he came here. I just got really angry and I'm sorry ok?"

Is he...apologizing?

He's never apologized

And is he fucking kidding?

Does he think an apology will make months of abuse ok?

But I really don't want to get hit today so I just say "Ok"

"So look, one of your friends, Jungkook I think, invited you to a party BTS and their staff is having in a month. It's in a place by the Han River. You need to go and you need to tell Yoongi you're done with him"

"What?"

No

No way

"He threatened to keep coming back here unless he talks to you. I know you heard him. So you need to talk to him and end the friendship."

"I...I..."

His eyes narrow, "Are you arguing?"

"No!", I shout, "No....I'm just uh surprised you want me to go to the party"

"Yeah well it's necessary. I'm going too"

My heart sinks

This is gonna be bad

"I have to work until 9 and the party starts at 7. You can go at 7 but you can't talk to Yoongi about ending your friendship until I'm there. I want to be close by and hear you."

"O...oookk.", I stutter

"Good. I told Yoongi you'd talk to him at the party so he shouldn't come back here. I have to go back to work."

I hate this, I hate that I have to ask for his help

But I need him right now

I need his help to fix my back

It still hurts so much

"Uh Han-jae?", I say

"What?"

I hate asking for help from him

I hate being around him

"Ccc...can you help me? With my back?"

"Why do you need help?"

Is he fucking for real?

'Because you fucking beat me unconscious', I want to scream

"I uh can't reach to clean or fix the cuts"

"Well I'm not going to stitch you up", he says making a face

Of course not

Why would he help fix what he causes?

"I just need help cleaning them and putting ointment and bandages on them"

"Let me see your back"

I turn around and lift my shirt up

"I guess I did go to hard", he answers, "Some are still bleeding

No fucking shit

"Ok fine I'll help you", he agrees, "But it has to be quick. I have to get back to work"

Good because I just need his help, then I want him gone

Forever but I'm not that lucky

"We can go in the bathroom", I say

He nods and makes his way there leaving me to get up and walk there on my own.

"Go in the shower and take your shirt off", he orders

I nod and do it

"You should sit", he says, so I sit

"This is going to hurt", he tells me

What else is new?

All he does is hurt me

Suddenly he pours something on my wounds, that causes massive pain and stinging

I scream and move away from the liquid

He grabs my shoulder and puts me back to where I was

"Stay here", he commands

"What...what", I stammer, trying to get the words out to ask what the fuck he's putting on me

"Rubbing alcohol", he answers

What the fuck?

I know it disinfects wounds but it fucking hurts

"Lean forward"

He pushes me forward and pours more alcohol on me

My back feels like it's on fire, the pain agonizing, making me cry and shout

Again

He keeps pouring it

Is he fucking pouring the whole fucking thing?

When he's done, he takes the shower head and turns the water on

He rinses my back, the water stinging too

I hate my life

It's just constant pain

I wish that my body would give out and just die so I don't have to feel pain anymore

But I can't die

I want to but I have to protect Yoongi

I don't know what Han-jae will do if I die

Probably blame Yoongi

"Where's the ointment and bandages", he asks

"In the second drawer", I whimper

I hear him going through the drawers

"This?", he holds up the ointment

I nod

He dries my back roughly with my towel

"Jesus you're bleeding again", he sighs like it's an inconvenience

But I'm in so much pain, I can't answer him

He puts the ointment on me, then puts the bandages on them

He's so fucking rough

"Ok done. I'm gonna go now"

I look at him, nodding

He looks at me, "Go back to sleep. You look like a mess."

Asshole

He walks away and I hear him leave

He left me in the shower

Alone

I struggle to my feet

My pants and underwear are wet from the alcohol and the water

I take them off, leaving them in the shower

I don't want to deal with it now

I need to lay down

Slowly, I make my way to my bedroom

Putting on new pj pants, I keep a shirt off and get in bed, passing out

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One and a half months later

Yoongi POV

It's killing me to not see her

To not talk to her

I miss her voice

I just miss her, so much

I don't text her much anymore because I know it's Han-jae answering

She probably doesn't even see the texts I send

I can't wait for this dumb party tonight, so I can finally see her

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"Yoongi relax", Hobi says

"I can't. Where is she? She said she'd be here"

"Yoongi the party just started. Give her time", Tae answers

I'm so nervous

No, I'm fucking scared

What if she doesn't forgive me?

What if she really doesn't want to be friends anymore?

That will kill me

I need her

Not just because I'm in love with her

She's my best friend, I've never been without her since we we're eight.

We did everything together, been there for each other for everything, helped each other with anything and everything

She's the only one who knows everything about me, things the guys don't even know

I can tell her anything and she won't judge me and she can do the same with me

I'm not just in love with her, I also love her as a friend too, more than anything

I don't know how to be without her

And I don't want to find out

"Yoongi, look when she comes, do not start fighting with her", Namjoon says

Does he think I'm dumb?

That's not happening

"I'm not. I'm going to apologize to her and hope she forgives me"

"She will Yoongi. She loves you", Jungkook answers

"I love her. So much", I say softly

They don't know how I feel about her

They just know she's my best friend

"Yoongi...do you love her more than a friend?", Jin asks

"Yes", I admit, "I'm in love with her"

"You...you're....in...", Jimin gapes

"Yeah"

"How long?", Hobi questions

"Since I was fifteen"

"Fifteen!", Jimin exclaims, "Why haven't you said anything yet? Why did you date other idols if you want her?"

"Because I'm scared Jimin. I don't know if she feels like that for me. And I'm scared to ruin our friendship. I need her in my life and I don't want to fuck everything up"

"Yeah but do you want to live wondering if you two can be happy together? Wondering if you should have said something? Can you watch her be with someone else, marry someone else, have kids with someone else?", Namjoon questions

No I can't watch her do that and keep wishing it was me she's doing all these things with

"No. I can't"

"Then you should tell her. I'm sure that even if she doesn't feel that way for you, she's not going to let your friendship stop. Like Jungkook said, she loves you.", Hobi tells me

I hear what they're saying and I understand

I'm just terrified to lose her

But they're right

I'm going to tell her tonight

I don't want to regret anything in my life

And there's the chance that I can finally be with the girl I love

"I'll tell her tonight", I answer

"You sure?", Tae replies

"Yes. I've wanted to be with her for so long. She's everything to me. If telling her lets us be together then I'm going to do it"

"Ok Yoongi. We all hope it'll work out with you two.", Namjoon responds

"Thanks"

Now I'm even more nervous than before

But maybe, I'm hoping, everything will work out

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J POV

The party is tonight and I'm sick to my stomach

Han-jae hasn't beat me severely for a week.

He said it's because he doesn't want me to have any bruises or broken bones for the party

How sweet

But he still cuts me if Yoongi texts

Which he does a bit not as often

He still hits me when I piss him off

But the time off from constant beatings, actually did my body good, even if it was just for a week

Most of the cuts I got in the past month healed, except for recent ones

Most bruises faded or are fading

I just have a few stitches that look iffy

I hope they're not infected

I got my cast off yesterday

The doctor said that even though my arm is healed it's still weak from being in the cast and I need to be careful.

That arm looks so much skinnier than my other one.

I send Han-jae a picture of the outfit I'm going to wear.

He demanded that I send one.

I just picked leggings, sneakers, a black T-shirt and hoodie

They hide everything I need to hide.

Han-Jae said the outfit is okay so I get dressed and go to the party.

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It's so awkward here.

I haven't spoken to anybody in two months while my arm healed. Scratch that, I haven't spoken to anybody longer than that, since I stopped talking months ago. Jungkook comes running to me when he sees me, pulling me into a huge hug.

It hurts a lot because he's squeezing my battered body but I don't care because I missed him a lot.

I missed all of them a lot

All the guys come over to see me and say hi

Then I see Yoongi

He's just standing there looking at me

And I run to him

He opens his arms and he catches me in a hug

Fuck I missed him so much

"I missed you", I confess

"I missed you so much. I'm so sorry Jo. I'm sorry for what I said, I'm sorry for walking away from you.", he cries

"I know. It's ok. It's ok", I squeeze him tighter

My body is flaring in pain but I don't care as long as I'm in Yoongi's arms

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I sit with the guys, next to Yoongi and talk to them.

I have time before Han-jae comes and I just want to be with my friends

I can't take my eyes off Yoongi

I missed him so much

When ever he looks at me I can't help but smile like an idiot.

I'm having fun talking to my friends

Until I hear, "Joanne, can I talk to you for a second?"

My blood runs cold and I'm terrified

I glance at the clock

8:30

He said he's working until 9

Why is he here now?

Everyone stops talking and looks from me to him

I glance at Yoongi and he looks furious

"Joanne. I need to talk to you", Han-jae repeats and I hear the threat in his voice

Shit

"Ooo....oookkkk", I stutter

I stand and turn to him

He looks normal but I can see his rage is barely under control

I can't help it, my body starts to tremble

His hand shoots out and he grabs my wrist.

"She'll be right back", he says to them, then turns and drags me outside.

I look over my shoulder at Yoongi

Why do I feel like this is the last time I'll ever see him?

@mingtina

[atlafan]

Part One - “Call me Jane.”

a/n: here’s part one of nanny!H, I’m very excited about this series. I’m not sure how many parts it’s going to be, so please don’t ask lmao. Once I know how many parts it’ll be, I’ll make a master post for it. I’m just too excited not at least share the first part because Harry is just too cute in this! Feedback and reblogs are super helpful, and keep me motivated, especially when it comes to writing series. (not proofread) You can support me here if you’re able!

Warnings: none...for now

Words: 4.1K

Pairing: Harry x OC (Jane Watson)

Master Post

Harry found himself in a real bind. He was twenty-six years old, had an early childhood education degree, and the daycare he worked at was going under. He had just been promoted a month prior too, how could things go wrong so quickly? Times like this he really hated that he stayed in the states. Childcare services weren’t nearly as fucked up back home. His dream was to save up enough money to open up his own pre-school at some point, but it was really tough.

There was this weird stigma that if adult men wanted to work with babies and toddlers then that made them a pedophile or something of the sort. That wasn’t the case with Harry. His minor in school was psychology because cognitive development intrigued him. He also loved babies and little ones. He loved watching them learn and discover.

Only now, he was without a job in an already struggling field. He and the other employees weren’t exactly given a big notice before they were told the business was going under. Harry mostly felt bad for the parents of the kids that had to find new child care centers. He knew he’d have to compete with his co-workers for any available jobs, and he knew they were bound to find places before him because they were women. It was their fault, and he knew it. He was experiencing a prejudice that they must face all the time.

He looked into Care.com, but none of the jobs on there seemed like long-term gigs, and he didn’t want to just be a glorified baby sitter. He figured if he could find a well paying nannying job, he could do that for a bit until finding a job at a new facility, or even set up his dream pre-school. During his search on Indeed, he saw a position for a live-in nanny – jackpot! Live-in meant long-term, and long-term meant lots of money. It also meant he could get rid of his apartment and not have to pay rent for a while. He clicked on the ad that was posted only a couple of weeks ago.

Live-in Nanny Needed for Help with Eight-Month-Old

Minimum requirements:

·        Bachelor’s in either early childhood education or elementary education

·        At least two years’ experience working babies/children

Three professional references required

Applicant is subject to thorough background check for the safety of the child and mother.

Other tasks as needed include:

·        Cooking

·        Light cleaning

·        Grocery shopping/running other errands

If applicant is selected, they will be paid a flat rate of $1600 bi-weekly, will live in “in-law” section of the house, and a car will be provided for them. A resume, cover letter, and three professional references may be sent directly to jpwatson@gmail.com

After reading everything over, this seemed like Harry’s best bet. Some of it seemed a little too good to be true, but this was a risk he needed to take right now. He just hoped the position hadn’t already been filled. That night he spent some time updating his LinkedIn, making sure all of his privacy settings were up to date on all of his social media, and then wrote out a resume and cover letter. The last part was his least favorite because he knew a proper resume and cover letter had to be curated to the specific job, and it made things all the more tedious. By the time he was done, it was late. He didn’t want to seem unprofessional, so he waited to send the email until the next morning.

Subject: Nannying Advert on Indeed

To: jpwatson@gmail.com

From: hes2194@gmail.com

Good morning,

My name is Harry and I’m interested in the nannying advert you’ve posted on Indeed. For the last four years I’ve been working at P.B. & J.’s Child Care Center, and was recently promoted to team lead. Unfortunately, the business itself couldn’t remain afloat, and I was laid off.

Attached are my resume and cover letter. I’d be happy to provide the three references if I end up being considered for the position.

Thank you for your time and consideration,

Harry

Treat People With Kindness

He closes his laptop with a satisfied sigh after proofreading his email ten different times before he hit send. He takes a sip from his coffee, and sits back on his sofa. Now all he had to do was wait.

//

There was radio silence for two days. Harry was starting to think he would need to keep job hunting. He had bills to pay, and the last thing he wanted to do was ask his parents for help. They already looked down on his profession as it was. If he had his own car he’d become an uber driver or something, but he didn’t so he couldn’t. Then, by some stroke of luck, at 4:55PM on a Thursday, he gets an email from the address he had been hoping to see pop up.

Subject: Re: Nannying Advert on Indeed

To: hes2194@gmail.com

From: jpwatson@gmail.com

Good evening Harry,

My name is Jane Watson, thank you so much for your application. My apologies it has taken me a couple of days to get back to you. I am usually more responsive, but things have been a little crazy at work as of late. Upon further review of your resume and over letter, I would like to offer you an interview this Saturday at noon, if you are available. I can be flexible if that day and time do not work for you.

If you are able to come, and are still interested in the position, I ask that you please bring your references with you. I will want to call them right away. I am sure you can understand me wanting to thoroughly look into you before letting you into my daughter’s life.

I look forward to hearing back from you soon.

All my best,

Jane

Harry responded to her right away, he didn’t care how eager he seemed. He told her Saturday at noon worked great, and that he would definitely have his references, and anything else he needed to provide. She emailed him back an hour or so later with her cell phone number and address. For the first time in a while, Harry felt like he could breathe again. He knew it wasn’t a done deal that he’d be getting the job, but he was being given a chance, and for that he was thankful.

//

He wanted to make a good first impression on Saturday, so he made sure to wash his hair in the shower, and use his good mousse so his hair would look more orderly. He shaved to give himself that clean and sleek look, this was not a day to appear scruffy. He knew he didn’t need to be overly dressed up, but he also knew that you’re supposed to dress for the job you want and not the job you have. He irons a pair of tan slacks and pairs it with a blue button up. Not to brag, but his bum looked great in these slacks, and it was giving him all the confidence in the world. He puts on a floral tie, just to show a bit of his personality, makes sure his nail polish isn’t chipped, and makes sure all of his rings are looking shiny. He takes an uber out to Jane’s house. It was in a gated community, which he was expecting since he looked up the house beforehand. He wondered what she or her husband did for work to live in a place like this. Or perhaps she inherited the home? Either way, he was excited.

He thanks the driver, and knocks on the door as he was instructed to do. A woman with silver hair that was up in a nice bun opens the door.

“Hello, you must be Mr. Styles.” She smiles.

“Yes, hello.” He smiles back.

“I’m MaryAnne, please come in.” She steps aside to let Harry in.

“Thank you.”

“Miss Watson is just pumping, but you can wait for her here in her office.” She leads Harry down a corridor where he meets a grand double door. MaryAnne opens them and shows him inside. “Make yourself comfortable, dear. Can I get you anything? Coffee, water, tea?”

“I’m all set, but thank you very much.”

The woman nods and leaves him in the room alone. He stays standing as he didn’t want to assume where he should be sitting. There was a gorgeous desk with two chairs on the other side, but there was also a small round table with four chairs around it in the corner. She clearly held a lot of meetings here, or so it would seem. To pass the time he looks over her bookshelves, scanning over what she might be into. She seemed to be into fiction, but he had never heard of any of the books on some of the shelves, or the author. She had several by the same person. Before he could look further, he heard the clacking of heels on the hardwood floors approaching him.

Everything stopped when she walked in. Jane had her hair up in a flowing ponytail, a white blouse covered her top half, he notices that the first few buttons were left undone, probably to help with her pumping, and she had a black pencil skirt on that just came to her knees. She was short, and a little voluptuous, not that Harry was checking her out.  

“Hello, Mr. Styles, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” He goes to stick his hand out for her to shake, but she walks around him and sits down at her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

He swallows and sits down.

“Y-you can just call me Harry if you like, Mrs. Watson.”

“I’m a Miss not a missus.” She says as she takes out a folder with a few sheets in it and a pen. “It says here you graduated Summa Cum Laude from Lesley University. That’s an incredible place to get a degree in education.”

“Thank you, I got a pretty decent scholarship, it was my reach school. I minored in psychology as well. I did my practicum hours at a daycare center that specialized in caring for children with disabilities. So, I’ve worked with all sorts of children. I prefer working with infants and toddlers, though.”

“And why is that?” She looks at him, clicking her pen, ready to take notes.

“Well, I just have more fun with them, to be honest. I like watching them discover new things. My favorite thing to do while working in the baby room at my last job was working with the babies on their tummy times. It was always rewarding to watch them get stronger. I feel like I just bond with them better.”

“I need to ask you some personal questions since this is a live-in position.”

“Of course.” Harry nods.

“Are you in any sort of relationship with anyone?”

“No, I’m single.”

“Have you ever been arrested, or do you have any sort of criminal history?”

“No.”

“I’m not one to judge, I think everyone deserves a second chance, I just have to ask these sort of things.” She says.

“I don’t have a criminal record, Miss Watson.”

“History of drug use?”

“I smoked a bit of weed when I was younger, but I don’t anymore. An edible once in a while, maybe, but never when I’m on the clock.”

“Just marijuana?”

“I’ve done shrooms a few times, but nothing other than that. Stupid kid stuff.”

“Again, not judging. I’d prefer you don’t have any drugs in the house, unless they’re for medical use. I know edibles can be prescribed by doctors for anxiety and whatnot.” Harry nods at that. “What about alcohol? You’re twenty-six, you must enjoy a drink after a long day.”

“A glass of red once in a while, sure.” He nods. “But I’m not really a heavy drinker, I never have been. I’d say if anything I’m a social drinker, but you watch me carefully at a party you’ll notice that I nurse the same drink.” He smirks.

“I’m the same way. A little bit of a buzz is fun, but anything more can be a bit scary. I actually cannot remember the last time I had a real drink.” She looks off in thought.

“Well, can’t you drink now that the baby’s here?”

“And have to succumb to a pump and dump?” She scoffs. “No way, that would be a total waste. It’s torture enough to sit there while a machine sucks the milk out of my-“ She stops herself. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “Anyways, your resume was impressive, and you were quite articulate in your cover letter. You’re the only candidate I’ve invited for an interview.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She nods. “I really wanted someone with experience, not someone fresh out of college looking for a place to live. You’d really be okay with living here?”

“Honestly, you’d be doing me a favor. My long-term goal is to either have a daycare or pre-school of my own someday. Not having to pay rent for a while would really help me save up for that.”

“That’s an incredible goal to have, Harry.” She smiles, impressed by his ambition. “What questions do you have for me?”

“I just want to clarify, your daughter is eight months?” Jane nods. “And what’s her name?”

“Lilly.” Jane smiles.

“That’s a beautiful name.” Harry smiles. “Why exactly do you need a live-in nanny?”

“I work a lot.” She sighs. “And I’m a single mom. I want her to always have someone here that she can depend on and feel comfortable with. Sometimes my work drags me out in the middle of the night, or I have to take a phone call at an odd hour. I just want someone else here in case I can’t be if something comes up.”

“So, her father’s not in the picture?”

“No.” Her features sour a bit. “He doesn’t even know she exists to be perfectly honest with you. I found out I was pregnant after we broke up, and I decided not to tell him about her. He was a deadbeat moocher, he would have been useless.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but thank you for telling me. May I ask, how old are you?”

“Twenty-nine, does that matter?”

“No! No, I was just more so curious. You seem pretty successful to be in a home like this. In the advert, you stated I’d be given a car as well, that’s not exactly cheap.”

“You’ll be given access to one of my cars.” She says. “I’m not giving you a car, make no mistake about that.” She smirks. “I’m an author, a successful one.” Harry tries to think if he’s ever heard of a Jane Watson before, but he’s coming up blank. “You’ve never heard of me because I have a pen name. If it’s all the same, I don’t really want to share it with you. Not yet, anyways.”

“Sure…wait…are you offering me the job?”

“Not quite. I’d like you to meet my daughter. I want to see how she interacts with you.”

“I’d love to meet Lilly.” He smiles.

“Great, before we do that, do you have more questions?”

“Yes, who’s MaryAnne? Is she, like, a maid or housekeeper?”

“No.” Jane laughs. “She’s my personal assistant. I usually answer the door myself, but pumping took a bit longer than usual.”

“When did you publish your first work?”

“When I was twenty.” She smiles. “I was still in school, and I decided just to self-publish. It took off, and a few companies reached out to me. I eventually got an agent, and the rest was history. I’m a fast writer, I’m able to churn out more projects than most people, and for whatever reason they keep becoming hits. One of the reasons I travel a lot is that a couple of my works are being turned into television shows, and working out those contracts is a lot. I want to be a part of the process to make sure the stories are told correctly.”

“That’s incredible!”

“it is.” She nods. “I never thought I’d be a television producer, but here I am. I don’t really want Lilly around all that, so there’s another reason for having a live-in nanny.”

“This may seem like a silly question, but will I have time off?”

“Oh my goodness, of course! The salary is negotiable as well. You’ll have weekends off, as well as all bank and national holidays. You’ll also earn vacation time and sick leave like at any other job. You’ll be given a benefits package as well, if you need health insurance.”

“You…you provide stuff like that?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ve just never heard of a nannying job quite like this before.” He blinks. “It feels too good to be true.”

“I’m just a firm believer in compensating someone properly. I believe in investing in the people you have.”

“Right.” He swallows. He almost starting to feel like he was going to be her sugar baby or something, but he obviously knew that wasn’t the case. “You asked me about my dating life, what about yours?”

“I’m also single. Lilly is my top priority, and then comes my work. I’m completely fulfilled as is.” She stands from her desk. “Come, I’ll give you a tour of the house, and of the in-law space, and then you can meet Lilly.”

“Okay.” He stands up and follows her out of the office.

She shows him the living room, which felt more like a study. There was an entertainment room with a huge flat screen, deluxe loungers, a pool table, and bar. She shows him to the kitchen which was equally as extravagant. She brings him upstairs to show him all of the bedrooms.

“This is Lilly’s room.” Jane says proudly.

“it’s beautiful, I love the light purple.”

“So do I.” She says. “My room is down the hall, don’t think you need a tour of that.” She laughs and they head back downstairs. “Here’s the inside entrance to the in-law, but there’s also an exterior entrance you can use…or if you have guests over.” Harry’s in awe of the space. It was larger than his apartment. “It’s a one bedroom flat essentially. There’s a full bath en suite, and there’s a half bath over there. Open concept kitchen and living area. It’s fully furnished as well. Feel free to decorate it however you like. I just ask that this space stays yours. There’s really no reason for you to bring Lilly in here, you know?”

“Sure, yeah. This is amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it. Let’s just hope Lilly like you.” Jane smirks, and they head back to the main part of the house, and into Lilly’s playroom. She was sitting with MaryAnne in a large rocking chair. “M, you can feel free to go back to your office if you like. Harry’s going to get acquainted with Lilly.”

“Of course.” MaryAnne stands up with the baby, and hands her over to Jane.

“She has an office here too?” Harry asks.

“Of course she does, and one of the guest rooms upstairs is hers to use when she needs it.” She kisses the top of her daughter’s head. “Lilly,” she coos, “I have someone I’d like you to meet.” She gestures for Harry to take her, and he happily does so.

“Hey, baby girl.” Harry coos. Bright hazel eyes look up at him in wonder. He lets her latch onto his index finger. “It’s so nice to meet you.” He looks at Jane. “She’s precious, Miss Watson.”

“Isn’t she?” Jane beams. “She’s really been enjoying her bouncy, and messing around with her blocks. I have some CD’s I like having her listen to as well. Oh! We did a paint with pudding night as a sensory play thing, it was a hoot.” She chuckles.

“Those are great, aren’t they? Very stimulating, and it teaches the child that sometimes messes are okay.” He looks down at Lilly and smiles. “May I sit with her in the rocking chair?”

“Please!” She gestures to it, and she sits down on the loveseat in the room. Harry sits down with Lilly, cradling her carefully. He adjusts her so she’s able to stand on his lap. She bounces herself and giggles. “Look at that!” Jane exclaims. “I love it when she does that.”

“She’s awfully sweet.” Harry smiles, and then he looks at Jane. “How much do you feed her?”

“I give her roughly twenty-four to thirty-two ounces a day. You’ll know how hungry she is or isn’t in the moment. I’ve started giving her pureed butternut squash, mashed bananas and strawberries, she’s got that puffed baby cereal as well. I’ve also started giving her ground chicken in really small doses just to get her some protein, but right now I’ve mostly been sticking to fruits and veggies. You must know a lot about what foods to give a baby?”

“I do.” He nods. “You’re still producing that much milk to give her daily?”

“I’ve almost been wishing I’d dry up. I get so sore somedays.” Jane sighs. “But I figure it’s good for her to have it while I can still make it. I’m not opposed to formular or anything…but I like bonding with her in that way. I got rid of her baby acne by rubbing my nipple on her skin, it was like magic.”

“It’s certainly a trick of the trade.” He smirks at her. “I remember learning that in one of my courses, and I was amazed. You all are super humans.”

Jane watches Harry play on the ground with Lilly for a bit. Harry was already so wonderful with her. Harry starts to smell something, and so does Jane.

“Think it’s time for a diaper change.” He chuckles and picks her up. “Would you like me to change her?”

“Yeah, I’d like to see you do it.”

He brings Lilly over to the changing table, and lays her down.

“I know you’re all warm and cozy, but I need to disrupt that for a moment.” He says to the baby girl who was babbling and blowing little spit bubbles, totally unbothered. Harry unsnaps her onesie, and lifts her legs to detach the diaper. His eyes widen at the type of diaper that’s on her. “You cloth diaper?” He looks at Jane.

“It’s better for the environment.” She shrugs. “There’s a trashcan for the…um, poop, and there’s another can for the diapers. I give her a regular diaper for bedtime just because it’s easier to change her in the middle of the night and in the morning, but daytime I use the cloth diapers.”

“Makes sense to me.” Harry disposes of everything, and grabs a few wipes to clean Lilly up. She took a powerful stinky.

“I blame it on the pureed peas.” Jane laughs.

“It doesn’t even phase me anymore, honestly.” Harry says as he gets a little baby powder on her. He grabs a spare cloth diaper, and gets it on her. He snaps her onesie back together and lifts her up. “There we go, good as new, darling girl.” Lilly blows some bubbles at Harry, and blows some back, making her giggle. Jane beams at the two of them.

“It’s about time for her afternoon nap. Would you like to put her down?”

“I’d love to.”

Harry carries Lilly upstairs with Jane. She flips on Lilly’s white noise machine, and makes sure her favorite blankies are in the crib. Harry sits down in the large chair in the corner of the room and starts to rock her gently, giving her soothing rubs. Jane watches as Lilly’s eyelids start to droop. She fights it at first, but Harry continues to soothe her until she’s out like a light. He carefully stands up and sets her down into her crib. The two back out of the room quietly, and make their way down the stairs.

“Let’s go back to my office.” Jane says, and Harry follows her there. Once they’re both seated, she starts speaking again. “Well, the job is yours if you want it.”

“Really?” Harry felt every worry from his life leave his body.

“Yes.” She chuckles. “You’ve really impressed me, and I think Lilly’s quite taken with you already. I’d love to have you as her nanny.” She takes out a few forms. “May I have your references? The background check will take about a week. How soon could you start after that?”

“Right away, honestly.” He hands her a sheet with his references.

“Here are the tax forms you’ll need to fill out, a form for direct deposit, and some information on your benefits. You can get everything back to me by the end of next week.”

“I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity, I’m so excited. I can’t wait to get started, Miss Watson.” He stands to shake her hand, and she stands as she takes it.

“Please, you can call me Jane.”

[moralesispunk]

Din Djarin NSFW Alphabet

This is the first of my NSFW/SFW Alphabet series! Content will be under continue reading as NSFW content (this is from comments by @ginger-swag-rapunzel and @academiacrypt)

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

The fact that there was so much pining and yearning after one another before you and Din do have sex, aftercare is something that is in his second nature. He has never been big on it before - him and any previous partners just taking care of themselves - but he will care about you. 

He will like to clean you up with his mouth and if its after a rough quickie he will tell you to keep your eyes closed for a moment longer to give you a soft kiss. If its after a time where you are in no rush, he will hold you close to his chest and love the feeling of you falling asleep in his arms after, placing gentle kisses to your head.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part on themselves / on their partner)

He never really thought of his favourite part of his body but if he had to answer he would probably say his arms or his hands. They make his job easy. Also, when his hands are on your body his size kink really comes into play when he notices just how small you look underneath his hands as they take over the whole length of your side.

His favourite part of you, if he really had to choose, would be your thighs. He loves spending hours between them, gripping them tight and moving to bite and suck on them. He loves letting his hand rest on them when you are outside of the Crest or the way they hang over his own when you sit on his lap in the Crest. In a close second are your hands. They are small and soft and gentle and no one has ever held him as carefully as you do with your hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum - I am a disgusting person)

It is no secret that this man has a breeding kink (whether that is actually wanting you to have his warriors or just the thought of it) so cum-play will be something he is in to. He will like to watch it come out of you before pushing it back inside and when he is feeling especially dirty (after the two of you have a quickie outside the cantina) he will tell you to stay like that for the rest of the day.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

He never really thought he had any particular dirty secrets until he realised two fantasies that he wants to try with you. The first is hunter/prey and he realised this that time he was teaching you how to fight and you looked to perfect trapped under his arms. The second is pretending you are inexperienced and he has to show you what to do and this is relating to that size kink we spoke about a moment before.

He will be quite nervous to bring these up to you and he will most likely mumble it to you while he babbles away during sex. When you bring it up after he will shy away from it a little but he if you’re comfortable with it then it’s definitely something he will think about making a move on.

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

He has experience in the sense that in his younger years he had quickies when the need came but he is not experienced with the more intimate side. He wants to spend hours between your legs learning what works for you and learning how your body reacts to his touch. With Din its about something new for him - intimacy - and it will be something new for you too. 

F = Favourite Position (Self explanatory)

Din will love taking you from behind, especially doggy. It does make it easier because you do not have to struggle with keeping your eyes closed the whole time but he loves watching himself push into you while he grips tightly at your thighs. He also loves the obscene moans that leave your mouth as he does so.

When he wants to see you fall apart he will have you underneath him as he sits back on his heels, your legs bent to your chest. Your eyes will be closed but he will love to watch the way your eyebrows furrow the closer you get before your mouth hangs open when you finally reach your peak.

Once he shows his face to you he will still love this but will enjoy missionary, resting his forehead against yours so he can look deep in your eyes. The first time he can do this there will be tears in his eyes from you looking into one another’s eyes for the first time.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy?)

All in all, Din will be serious. He can be sarcastic, like he is most of the time and sometimes funny things happen during sex - bumping heads or funny noises - but Din will quickly move on for that, stopping your giggle with a moans when he thrusts that wee bit deeper.

H = Hair (Are they well groomed?)

It wasn’t really something he thought much of until he met you. He didn’t know why he was taking time to comb his hair a little more or trim in the shower (he is hidden under layers of armour) but he is thankful for it the first time you have sex. There is hair there and it is definitely on the natural side but its tidy.

He doesn’t mind what you are like as look as you’re happy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

Very. Maybe not in a way you think intimacy shows itself. Its not all roses on bed sheets and candles but its the closeness. He physically cannot hold you any closer to his body and at some points you’re not even sure where you end and he begins. Din will also admit most of his feelings in this moment when his mind is cloudy with thoughts of only you. He will kiss into your skin how much he loves and cares for you and what lengths he would go to to protect you from the world.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

Din has needs, so yes. Not as much now you are staying on the Crest with him and he would much rather have your hand or mouth around him than his hand. When the need hits and you’re not there then yes, he will but he will be thinking about you and how pretty you would look on your knees in front of him in the refresher right now.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Din has a lot and they come into play most of the time (if you’re okay with it). Size kink and innocence - because you look so small and sweet underneath him. Cum play - because the thought of you carrying his child sends him absolutely feral. Hunter/prey - because of what I said earlier he would love to know your heart is racing as he follows you through a forest. He is also a bit of an exhibitionist - making you cum under the table in the cantina as he tells you to be quiet.

L = Location (Favourite place to do it)

Anywhere to be honest. You and Din have had sex everywhere on the Crest. In the pilots seat. In the bunk. Against the wall of the Crest when you first walk in before the door has even shut completely. The cantina. A back alley. Anywhere and everywhere.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

You. You doing anything. He loves watching you as you play with the Kid, thinking about how great a mother to his children you would be. He loves watching you walk around the Crest with short shorts so he can see your thighs and the marks he has left all over them. When you are out of the Crest he loves how close you stay to his side as you walk through the busy streets and how the mark he intentionally left on a visible part of your neck has stopped anyone from making any rude comments to you. Any time he looks at you, thoughts of what he wants to do to you are there in his mind.

N = No (Something they will not do. Turn offs.)

Din will be up for most things but he wont want to hurt you. He does enjoy biting or sucking on your skin but anything that will cause actual pain is a no go. He is also not a massive fan of being tied up. He will try it if you ask but will find it almost too frustrating.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

Din is a giver. He loves to watch you squirm under him as he coaxes another orgasm from you while he holds your thighs open with his shoulders and your body down with an arm slung over your tummy. He will hold your hand while rubbing circles on your side, telling you how good you are being for him.

But he also loves watching you on your knees for him, especially when he gets to hear you gag against his cock with tears pulling at the corner of your eyes. He will definitely be sarcastic as shit and maybe even a little patronising but he will hold your face gently in his hand as he does so.

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

It depends on the situation. Din can do both and he does them well. When he needs to take his frustrations out it will be fast and rough (but he wont hurt you). When he wants to show how much he loves you but can’t find the words it will be slow and loving.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

When he needs to but there isn’t a lot of time then quickies are the answer but he would rather spend hours between your legs first if he had the chance. He will never leave you unsatisfied UNLESS he is teasing you and will make sure to make up for it by making you cum more times than you can count when you’re back on the Crest.

R = Risk (Are they open to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is open to experiment and loves how much you trust him. He wants to look into those kinks he has thought about with you - Hunter/prey, choking, cockwarming, etc. and you will try them all but he doesn't want to do anything that would hurt you too much. Choking, light biting, sucking he is all for but nothing further than that.

Unless we are talking about a dark! Mando AU and he will be open to even more risk...

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

This depends on the situation. A post-bounty stress relief will be short but rough. Not unsatisfyingly short but not as long as the hours he can go when you are both flying in hyperspace. 

He can go around 2 rounds in a row but he can drag them out till you don't know anything other than him and forget your own name.

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

He had heard of them being used but never before tried them himself. At first, he isn't sure about them when you bring them up as he would much rather watch you fall apart under his own touch. However, when you let him watch you use a toy on yourself his interest will be peaked. When he does use them on you though expect his mouth and fingers to be involved too.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Din would tease you 24 hours of the day 7 days a week if he could. Sometimes, when he comes back from a bounty and just wants a release, there won't be any teasing because he can't control himself. But I'm hyperspace with nothing else to do? He will have you on edge for hours. He does not like to be teased though. If you tease him even a little expect to be flipped over and ruined.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Din isn't loud but he is constant. He will moan quietly in your ear just for you to hear but he will babble non-stop, telling you how good you are being for him and that this is for walking around the Crest all day in nothing but your tiny shorts and shirts and he just wants to make you feel good. While he isn't that loud he wants you to be. He will ask you to use your words and will want to hear every moan and groan to leave your mouth. When he first hears you moan Din rather than Mando prepare for him to absolutely lose it.

W = Wildcard (Random headcannon for your character)

The first time Din tells you he wants you to be his riddur will be during sex. He will be looking down at you and see you so perfect laid out below him and he knows he never wants to live a life without you. The words fall out his mouth before he can even stop them and it will be a while before he brings it up properly again.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Listen, we all know Din is packing and he knows it. A good 8/9 inches and thick as well. When you are on your knees and he can see you struggling to take him that will get him going. Expect to hear him smugly ask if you're okay and tell you you're doing so good for him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high. Din has to be away for days at a time for bounties so when he is back to the safety of the Crest he wants nothing other than your two bodies to be tangled together. He isn’t as young as he used to be so while he can’t go as many rounds he can make them last long enough to make sure both your needs are satisfied and then some.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Din is not big on the sleeping thing. He has naps to keep him going but rarely a full nights sleep. After sex however, with you asleep in his arms he wont be long behind you and he will have a longer and deeper sleep than he has ever had before.

//

Permanent tag // @phoenixhalliwell @asta-lily @hb8301 @princess76179

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

you weren’t supposed to hear that (F! reader)

A collection of instances where your roommate hears you moaning their name whilst your fingers are between your legs. Or your neighbor. Or maybe you walk in on them saying your name. Take your pick 😈

warnings: NSFW, manga spoilers (in terms of what the boys do post timeskip), degradation (i think?)

a/n: i'm so nervous about this one LOL i’m super into Sakusa but I don’t know much about him tbh. he’s some good eye candy and that’s all i got. and i like the idea that he’d be a bit softer with you. anyways, hope you enjoy ✨J

taglist: @apollochjld @kurosarium 

Other parts: Kuroo | Ushijima

Sakusa Kiyoomi 

You weren’t really sure what you were expecting when you filled out the application to be Sakusa’s roommate. The application was straightforward, maybe a bit excessive, particularly in the cleaning department, but nothing you couldn’t handle. And you would’ve done almost anything to be accepted given the price was a steal and the owner of the apartment claimed they would be away frequently. So, agreeing to a few ridiculous housekeeping requests seemed reasonable to you.

All Sakusa wanted was someone to look after his apartment while he was gone, keep it tidy and clean it thoroughly before he returns. You also had to send pictures of the state of your current apartment to ‘prove’ your cleanliness. Excessive, but retrospectively—extremely worth it.

Though what you hadn’t been expecting was for the owner of the apartment to be Sakusa Kiyoomi, an outside hitter for the MSBY Black Jackals. Nor had you expected him to actually accept your application.

In all honesty, Sakusa had been a little desperate. Nobody who’d applied came even close to his expectations, and when he’d read you clean your bathroom at least once a week, it was like a breath of fresh air. And when he met you, you were pleasant and described that you mainly like to keep to yourself which sounded perfect to him. But what really convinced him was that you showed up wearing a mask. He wasn’t sure if you could tell how surprised he was, but the second he saw it, he almost accepted you on the spot.

That was over a year ago now and you and Sakusa have been living in a comfortable rhythm. When he’s home, you gladly help him clean when you have the time, and sometimes when he gets home from practice you already have dinner cooking which he can’t deny he’s come to enjoy. When he’s away, he feels safe that his home isn’t going into complete disarray or collecting dust because you’re there. And when he comes home, he loves that the apartment is nearly spotless.

By now, he almost considers your germs his own. He doesn’t mind sitting near you eating dinner, or next to each other on the couch. In fact, he finds he rather enjoys your presence. But lately, the two of you have been sitting closer on the couch and table, and when he’s gone, he actually misses you, which he will never admit. Coming home to a clean apartment and even you just popping your head into the hallway to greet him before retreating to your room is enough for him.

His growing problem is that he isn’t sure if it’s enough anymore. And it became terribly clear to him when you came to one of his games for the first time.

After the game you waited for him outside the locker room, feeling a little out of place even though Sakusa gave you a VIP pass to be allowed back here. When he emerges, he finds you swarmed by his teammates, politely indulging them and telling them you’re just waiting for someone. It makes his skin prickle in the same way it does when people touch him unprompted. Even worse, Atsumu is far too close to you for his comfort.

You seem fine though, brightly greeting him when he approaches, much to the shock of his teammates.

“What’s a pretty girl doin’ knowing our ‘Omi, hey?” Atsumu drawls, sending a sly smile your way as Sakusa frowns at the nickname.

Before you can open your mouth, amused by the nickname you’ve never heard before, Sakusa interjects, “She’s my roommate.” Rendering the rest of them speechless (which is quite the feat), he takes you gently by the arm so the two of you can leave. Two things shock them: that Sakusa has a roommate and that he touched you.

“They aren’t so bad,” you grin up at him as he scowls, the two of you heading down the hallway towards the exit.

“You don’t have to spend hours on end with them.”

You shrug, knowing Sakusa is a man of unique circumstances when it comes to other people. A thought that makes you stop in your tracks, your hand shooting out to grip his arm to stop him, surprising him enough that he doesn’t recoil from your touch. “We should go this way,” you say, pointing down a different hallway.

He just looks at you, then down at your hand still wrapped around his forearm which you quickly snatch away. “Why? This way will be closer to the car.”

“I came by this way earlier and there was a group of your fans waiting for you,” you grimace. “I’d guess they’re probably still there.”

He frowns, grumbling to himself, but starting towards the hallway you pointed out. He’d very much like to avoid that situation if possible. The two of you make it out unscathed and un-swarmed by his avid fans, and on the way out to the car he can’t help thinking how much he appreciates how considerate you are. Anyone else would have told him he’s being ridiculous and to meet his fans. Not you, however. You always take his feelings into account.

That was weeks ago now. And none of his teammates have let it go since.

For you, when you first moved in, you swore to yourself you’d never fall for him. Not even after you accidentally walked in on him working out in his home gym, his lean and muscular arms out on display, a thin sheen of sweat dampening his dark curls—you nearly combusted. You forced yourself to put it out of your mind, because how could you fall for him? His annoyingly attractive face on billboards haunts you everywhere you go, and he was a stand-offish and a little neurotic for months. But as time as passed, he grew on you.

You now find his need for cleanliness endearing. Particularly now that he’s seemingly accepted you into his ‘bubble’. You’ll never forget the moment he touched you for the first time of his own accord. It was simple, nothing to think anything of really, but for him it was a big deal. It was just a brief touch on the shoulder while you were washing dishes thanking you for dinner. Afterwards, you took note of every time he touched you. One that stands out the most was when he wanted to escape his teammates at the very first game of his you attended. It was firmer, more of a silent plea from him that stunned you.

Really, you could be perfectly happy living like this. Except that your thoughts wander to him far too often now. Especially when he’s gone. It feels weird not having him around, scolding you for missing one spot on the counter, or sitting quietly next to you on the couch—you think about him a lot. His silent presence is strangely comforting, and it doesn’t help you watch his games while he’s away.

He is beautiful to watch. To the point you can’t even believe you live with him. Your efforts to keep your feelings in check were futile. You get so riled up that recently you’ve begun tiding yourself over to the thought of him. At first, you felt pretty ridiculous, especially since it’s hard to imagine him wanting to be…dirty like that, but eventually you just let your imagination run wild. You let yourself believe that with you, he’d be different.

It’s become a habit now while he’s gone. You know it’s awful. Yet you can’t stop yourself. Not when you haven’t been with someone since moving in with Sakusa. At first it was because you didn’t want to piss him off by bringing some stranger into the apartment. But now, you don’t even think you could. Not when you know you’ll only think about him the entire time.

He left only yesterday for his away game, but you’re already missing him. Already foolishly letting your thoughts wander into darker territory that you keep locked up tight when he’s around. His game is tomorrow, so you take the opportunity while you’re almost one-hundred percent certain he won’t come home early. On several occasions he’s come back a day early, but never before a game. Always after.

Your new favorite spot is the shower. Mostly because you can imagine him maybe letting loose a bit while the two of you are actively being cleaned in the process. Once you’ve stripped and the warm water is cascading down your back, it’s easy to imagine him.

You’ve pictured him so many times before that sometimes it really does feel like he’s there. That it’s his hands trailing down your sides, resting your hips, his mouth gently kissing along your neck as his hands move lower. The thought of him towering over you, his curly hair damp from the water, those dark eyes boring into you has you trembling in anticipation.

You’re already soaking when you run a finger between your folds, gripping the tiles when it reaches your clit, wondering what Sakusa’s fingers would feel like instead. Dipping your head, you let out a small, “Kiyoomi,” as you picture him whispering filthy things in your ear.

When Sakusa enters the apartment, he wrinkles his nose under his mask at the slight mess. Though, he supposes he can’t blame you. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another three days. But the other team cancelled unexpectedly, unable to get to the destination due to terrible weather. He hears the shower running in the other room, so he pulls off his mask and gets down to work. He can talk to you about it later.

Though he can’t help imagining you in the shower. Your body freshly clean, water running down your back, between your breasts, and along your legs. His mind gets so clouded by the image that he doesn’t realize he’s been scrubbing the same spot on the counter for a few minutes now. He’s jolted back to reality when he hears a sharp, “Ah!” emit from the bathroom.

He drops his cleaning supplies and quickly strides towards the bathroom thinking you’ve fallen in the shower. The door is slightly open, steam trickling into the hallway, and before he can knock and ask if you’re alright he hears your voice again.

“Oh—Kiyoomi...”

His hand stops mid-air, eyes widening with the realization of what you’ve just said. He pauses for a moment, debating what he should do. He can’t deny he thinks about you more often than he should, and more frequently as of late. And to him, the shower seems like the perfect place. So, he pushes the door open quietly, unzipping his jacket and saying into the silence, “Did you say my name?”

You almost take a tumble into the tub in surprise at hearing his actual voice in the bathroom with you. Close enough to lead you to believe he is in the bathroom. Yanking your fingers out of you, you push back the curtain, intent on yelling at him for intruding on you and scaring the shit out of you, though your voice dies in your throat.

Standing in the middle of the bathroom is Sakusa Kiyoomi, in all his infuriatingly delicious glory, pulling off his shirt and moving to rid himself of his track pants as well. He’s looking at you, deadpan, eyes moving down your body but stopping where the shower curtain is still covering you.

After a moment, you collect your senses, managing to choke out, “Wh—what are you doing?” Just your luck that he came home early at this exact moment and that he heard you. You’d curl up into a ball of embarrassment right now if you weren’t so shocked by his demeanor.  

Now that he’s completely unclothed you struggle to keep your eyes above his chest, gripping the curtain harder when he steps forward and says casually, “It was a long flight, I want to take a shower.”

You gape at him. “Right now?!”

He just takes a hold of the curtain, pulling it open slightly so he can step in next to you, and you’re so stunned you make no motion to stop him. And now you’re finding him towering over you in the small space of the shower, so close you can hardly breathe. All the air gets punched out of your lungs when his large hand rests on your hip, turning you so your back is facing him so he can lean down at tease in your ear, “You asked me to come in here, after all.”

All of the heat leaves your body, pooling directly between your legs at his tone. He wastes no time, lathering his hands up with soap and running them along your sides before reaching forward to cup your breasts in his hands, thumbs roaming aimlessly along your nipples, the soap foaming between his fingers.

“Were you thinking about me in the shower?” He asks, his tone dropping into something dark and dangerous. “Such a filthy girl.” He tugs at your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger making your knees tremble and the growing need between your legs even worse.

“Sa—Sakusa,” you moan, tilting your head back onto his shoulder, getting the full view of his hungry eyes boring into you.

He frowns, pinching your nipples slightly harder, reprimanding, “That isn’t what you called me earlier.”

You writhe in his embrace, gripping his arms, forcing yourself to keep eye contact with him as you correct yourself. “Kiyoomi.” He smirks at you, relenting on your nipples as reward, though continuing his soft ministrations.

You can’t help your ass arching backwards, coming into contact with his hardening member, giving him a bit of his own medicine as you grind against him. He hisses through his teeth, admonishing, “What a needy slut.”

“Fuck,” you mewl, pressing against him even harder. You can’t explain what his voice saying those things is doing to you—all you know is you need him to fucking touch you already. “Please, Kiyoomi,” you beg, lifting your arms up and around his neck behind you, your fingers twining into his wet hair. “Make a fucking mess of me.”

He groans deep in his throat, rutting up against your behind and wrapping one strong arm around your middle while the other trails towards the apex of your thighs. “Is that what you want? To be my dirty little slut?” Your fingers grip his hair even tighter, nodding embarrassingly quickly, standing up on your tiptoes to get his hand any closer to where you desperately need him.

Once his fingers reach your core, sliding up through the slick gathered between your legs and towards your clit; your knees nearly give out from under you. If it wasn’t for his arm around you keeping you up, you would have sunk to the floor at the sheer pleasure that sweeps through your body. His fingers are infinitely better than yours and having his solid frame and prominent hard-on pressing behind you almost sends you through the roof.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asks quietly against the skin of your neck, his hips grinding up against your ass, which you gladly return with pressure of your own.

“Yes—yes,” you say, gasping when sinks a finger knuckle deep into your heat, quickly adding another and praising you for how well you’re taking it. He watches the space where his fingers are disappearing into you with a sinful expression, enjoying intensely how you’re practically shoving yourself onto his fingers.

“What a good girl,” he whispers, setting your skin on fire, wanting nothing more than to keep being exactly that for him. He smiles devilishly, in a way you would have never imagined he could in your wildest dreams. An almost savage glint in his eyes as he presses harshly on your clit, eliciting a choked sob out of you, and making you dig your nails into the arm wrapped around you.

“Please—,” you say, head lolling on his shoulder allowing him to finally kiss you fully. Surprising you as his tongue slides into your mouth, his fingers relentless, his free arm now helping you drive his fingers even deeper. Voice coming out in a pathetic whine that makes his cock twitch, you plead, “God—Kiyoomi, please!”

“Use your words.”

Thoughts far too hazy to be any sort of embarrassed you hold his dark gaze. “Fuck me.”

Suddenly, his fingers are out of you and he’s bending you over, the head of his cock pressing into your dripping entrance before he sheathes himself completely in you, a hiss escaping him. His head drops to rest his forehead on your shoulder, droplets from his wet hair sliding down your chest as he composes himself from how fucking amazing you feel around him.

“Fuck,” he moans, the closest he’s come to breaking his resolve from just fucking you within an inch of your life. “So tight for such a needy slut,” he grits out, hands resting on your hips as he pulls out only to thrust into you again. His fingers dig into your hips to slam your ass into his, increasing his pace to the point you can barely see straight. Your own fingers scrabble for any sort of purchase on the tiles in front of you, desperately attempting to ground yourself against his brutal pace.

“You feel so fucking good,” you praise, earning you his hand reaching down to lift your leg onto the edge of the tub allowing him to sink even deeper into you.

The lewd sound of skin slapping together, the two of you panting and murmuring nonsense to each other, and the shower continuing to run fills the space as he continues to pound ruthlessly into you is all you’ve ever dreamed about. As he litters kisses and soft bites along your spine, the pressure in your stomach builds and builds, and before it bursts you gasp, “Oh my god—Kiyoomi.”

He notices your body starting to tense up, your back arching and fingers twitching as your orgasm comes hurtling towards you. Taking the opportunity, he pulls your body up, your back flush against his chest, hips never faltering and fingers finding your clit to bring you even closer to release.

“Cum for me,” he orders, voice so cold you feel a little embarrassed by how much it turns you on. But you know that’s just how he sounds sometimes and he’s probably playing it up a bit for you. “Cum on my cock like the good little slut you are.”

That sends you tumbling over the edge, your entire body convulsing as white-hot pleasure courses through your veins, prolonged by him continuing to plunge into you. The sensation is so overwhelming you start writhing in his grip, attempting to ride it out while he holds you firmly against him restricting your movement.

He can’t hold it back much longer, your walls clamping down around him nearly made him cum on the spot, but he holds you through your orgasm, forcing you to endure the full brunt of it while he continues fucking you. Though your body relaxing against his, your fingers winding into his hair, and your voice asking him so politely to cum for you makes him lose it. He grips your hips tightly, jackhammering into you chasing his release. Eventually his hips still, thighs shuddering as he concentrates on keeping the both of you standing while he cums.

The two of you stand there in silence, water still running, as his forehead rests on your back, both of your chests heaving at the exertion you just expended. Your heart is thundering against your chest, unsure what to say and hoping he’ll say something first. He groans, relinquishing your hips from his death grip and pulling his softening cock out of you.

You really shouldn’t have been surprised by what he says first.

“We should rinse off,” he suggests, despite the fact he’s still leaning on your back, hands now resting harmlessly on your hips.

“Okay,” you murmur, reaching for the soap and moving out of his grasp. He just stands there watching you, the water streaming onto his back, a completely passive expression on his face. If it was anyone else, they might have interpreted it as boredom or that he’s uninterested but to you—he just looks content.

You motion for him to turn around and start lathering the soap along his back, relishing the free chance to roam your hands all over his incredibly built body. Peering around his shoulder, you find him with his eyes closed, the smallest smile curving his lips as he enjoys your hands massaging his back. You smile to yourself, moving on to find his shampoo and gently scrubbing it into his hair, tucking the small pleased groan he makes into the back of your brain to remember later.

After a few quiet moments he says, “The apartment’s a mess.”

That makes you frown, a sour expression adorning your face. Poking his side, you reply, “Well, you weren’t supposed to be home for another three days!” He turns around, washing the soap off his back and out of his hair while you take no time to start exploring the expanse of his chest with your soapy fingers. When he opens his eyes, looking down at you, you pout. “Can’t we leave it for tomorrow?”

As much as he dislikes that, he can’t help but agree, finding the prospect of curling up in bed with you much more enticing.

Once he’s finished, he returns the favor washing your body, and the both of you step out of the shower to dry off. You pull on the pajama’s you’d left in here for after your shower that you thought you’d be taking alone while he simply wraps the towel around his waist, making it almost impossible not to stare at him as he waits for you.

You’re surprised when he leads you to his bedroom, changing into pajama’s of his own as you slide under the covers. They smell like detergent and the faint scent of Sakusa’s body wash, wrapping around you pleasantly—you take an indulgent breath, letting the scent soak into your senses. It gets even better when he joins you, hand resting on your bare arm, fingers drawing small circles against your skin. He gives you a soft kiss to the forehead, enjoying your freshly showered body against his beneath the sheets and your fingers in his hair.

“You know I honestly didn’t think you knew how to kiss,” you joke, tapping his chin, “With the mask and all.”

He peers down at you, the subtlest glint in his eyes as he replies, “Have I changed your mind?”

Your resulting cheeky smile makes his pants feel a little tight. “I think you might need to show me again.”

[jeonglixie]

[11:49pm] You should've been more careful.

Your first mistake was when you carelessly let your roommate borrow your laptop without checking it first.

No need to talk about Jisung's bewildered expression when he tried to search something for his assignment and tabs with numerous articles about squirting were already open. He aggressively started chocking on his americano to the point you bursted in his room asking if he was ok. He quickly assured you he was just fine as he quickly closed the tabs,trying to hide his growing bulge. Dirty thoughts about you started flooding his mind and he mentally slapped himself.God,he needed a cold shower.

It's not like it was the first time he thought about you like this. But he didn't really want to make a move as you never seemed interested in him. Chan once told him he saw you with Hyunjin,the dance major he couldn't stand,so he figured you'd have a crush on him. Damn this bastard with the plump ass lips!

From the other side,you had a huge crush on him but you were too shy to flirt with him or show interest. That made you Hyunjin's victim as he teased you about it nonstop. 

"Hey princess you seem tired. Did that dumbass walk around half naked again and the thought of his pecks kept you up all night?" 

"Hyunjin I swear to God if you don't shut your fucking mouth."

He indeed walked around topless but you weren't going to tell Hyunjin that. The irritating wetness on your panties was enough.

~

Your second mistake,two days later,was that you didn't even bother locking the door of your room.

Jisung told you he's going to work on a new track with Chan and Changbin so you figured he'll be out for a while.The moment he closed the door you were jumping from the couch,as you couldn't hold your excitement,being finally alone.

Today you'd make yourself squirt. You didn't really know why this idea stuck in your head but curious as you were,you really wanted to live this oh so mind blowing experience. You surely couldn't jump on Jisung for help and you didn't want to bother finding an one night stand so you figured you'd do this yourself. You did your research and all you needed was to get Jisung out of the house for some hours. Now it was your chance!

You ran in your bedroom and gently placed a towel on your bed. You really weren't in the mood of cleaning the mess you'll probably make.

You quickly slipped out of your shorts and grabbed your bullet vibrator. You put it in a low setting and pressed it on your clothed clit as you laid back on your pillows. You sighed and closed your eyes. Pictures of the squirrel boy flashed on your mind. Oh to have Han Jisung between your legs, eating you out till you lose your mind….

~

You huffed in frustration as your tries weren't really giving you the results you wanted.

At this point you had two fingers in your cunt, desperately searching how you were going to stimulate that point and make you reach that damn euphoria. You lost the track of time as you kept edging yourself, letting out some annoyed grunts here and there.

Jisung sighed as he unlocked the door to your apartment. The track production went unexpectedly great,seems like the boys had inspiration today and everything was done quickly. Now he could relax a little. Maybe grab some snacks and watch a movie? He figured he could ask you to join him and watch a thriller or something. That would be fun.

He dropped his backpack on his bed and went towards your room.

"Damn it!" He heard your annoyed whine and raised an eyebrow.

What were you trying to do again?

He entered your room with a playful smirk,ready to tease you but his lips dropped immediately as he was not really ready for that sight.

You were lying on your bed half naked,legs wide open with your fingers stuffing your cunt. Sweat glistening on your skin as your eyes were tightly shut. You didn't even notice Jisung so you kept going.

When you finally opened your eyes and you met Jisung's almost terrified expression,it took you some seconds to realize what's happening.

"J-Jisung!W-what the hell are you doing? Get out!" you yelped as you rushed to cover yourself with your blanket.

The boy snapped out of the trance he was into and blood rushed at his cheeks.

"F-fuck,I'm sorry,I didn't meant to,shit." he mumbled as his head went back and forth at you and the door.

Then realization hit him and he stopped.

"Were you trying to squirt?"

You froze.

"H-how'd you-"

"You should really delete your searching history before you give your laptop like that."

No. This couldn't be happening. Not only your crush saw your shameless search history but he caught you half naked fucking yourself. Who knows how long he'd been there.

You planted your face in your palms.

"Jisung please get out,this is so embarrassing,oh my god."

"So uh, don't you need help with that?"

Your head snapped and you met Jisung with a cocky smirk right in front of you. You gasped at how close he was and you backed up,hitting the wall.

"W-why would I need help, I'm-"

"You sounded pretty frustrated to me baby. I think you could use some help right now." 

Your jaw dropped. Han Jisung,your roommate,no,your crush just called you baby with hot raspy voice and implied he'd help you make your wildest dreams come true. 

This ain't happening,you're hallucinating, that's it.

His hand on your thigh brought you back to reality and he looked at you,waiting for any sign of discomfort.You took a shaky breath and slowly removed the blanket off your legs. Jisung smiled.

"Spread your legs for me baby,let me see you."

You laid back and spread your legs. You could swear his eyes darkened when he saw your glistening cunt.He placed his fingers on your swollen clit.

"Fuck you're so hot."

He licked his lips and lost no time as he went down and licked a long strip of your wetness. You threw your head back and let out a whimper.

You felt dizzy as Jisung didn't really give you time to comprehend what was happening. He slipped one finger in your pussy and sucked your clit like a starved man. When he inserted a second one and started aggressively rubbing that spot in you,you were sure he had you moaning and screaming his name.

"S-Sungie ah,there!Fuck!"

Jisung felt his dick twitch in his pants at the nickname. He rubbed himself on the mattress as he kept eating you out,small groans leaving his mouth. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach and grabbed his hair.

"I-I'm close Ji,please don't stop!" 

You came with a long moan of his name,your orgasm had you seeing stars. You never felt so good. You kept your eyes closed for a while, trying to catch your breath. Jisung eventually stopped as you slightly whined from overstimulation.

When you finally opened your eyes, you met Jisung's loving ones. Your juices ran down his chin and he cracked you a smile.

"Told you I'd help." 

You couldn't help but giggle.

"That was... amazing." You said with a sigh. 

Jisung's chest swelled with pride and he started cleaning you with your towel.

"Hey,I...I know this ain't so romantic and you literally just squirted on my face but...I like you" he mumbled,not daring to look you in the eyes.

You gasped.

"I-I like you too!"

Now it was Jisung's turn to look at you shocked.

"I thought you liked Hyunjin?"

You rolled your eyes.

"This drama queen may be attractive as fuck,but he's only a friend." you chuckled.

Jisung couldn't stop himself from grinning as he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips on yours.

You kissed back and climbed on his lap. You broke the kiss as he groaned when you pressed your bare sex on his clothed bulge.

"You seem like you could use some help too."

"You think so?"

"Mhm."

"Then you're in for a long night baby."

[hermit-pistol]

Leone Abbacchio Fluff Alphabet:

And with that, the 600 follower special is concluded! I know that they took me forever to finish but I hope that you enjoyed reading them! Please like and reblog to show love, and read some Abbacchio fluff under the cut:

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Abbacchio enjoys the simplicity of doing nothing and going nowhere. Honestly, some of his favorite activities that you do together take place in the courtesy of your own home. Don't get it twisted though, he still will take you out for the occasional meal and show you a good time!

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your ability to stay calm. Other people he has known in the past would tend to annoy him with how high strung they were. He much rather prefers a partner that he can sit in comfortable silence with, and can just go with the flow of everything.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Abbacchio, to be fair, has had his own fair share of emotional baggage, so he knows what you're experiencing all too well. Thankfully, he also knows how to overcome the situation when these feelings grow to be too much. He'll whisper words and phrases of affirmation, assuring them that everything will be okay and that he will always be there for them.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

His vision of the future is very uncertain, and in all fairness, he couldn't even believe that he'd made it this far in his life. His previous career as an officer and currently being in the mafia were certainly not considered "safe" jobs. He does want a future with you though, no matter how risky the job. He just won't think too far ahead.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Abbacchio is very passive aggressive. He'll be very lenient when it comes to making decisions in the relationship but can obviously step it up if needed. Most of the decision making will be in the hands of his partner for sure.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He bottles things up until they explode at the surface. He'll yell and most likely something will come out harsher than intended, this ends up with him being in a position where he has some serious explaining to do. Things will work out eventually, but things might be rough for a while.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He loves you for showing him that living wasn't all that bad to begin with. Life hasn't been very kind to him and you know that. When he's having very low moments, you remind him of his team and you who both love him very much. You are one of the only reasons that he keeps on going.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Getting Abbacchio to open up and speak about the things that he's experienced in this lifetime will take a lot of coaxing and convincing. In time, he'll tell you when he's ready, but for a good while he'll be very selective with what he wants to share with you. Only when the time comes and he feels that you're worthy of knowing will he come clean. Be ready.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

He has a hard time seeing the positives of a situation, and before he met you, he was truly unhappy with his life. It took him so many years to learn that seeing things from a different, more optimistic point of view really made a huge difference. He thanks you for opening him up to new experiences.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Abbacchio does not mess around when it comes to you getting attention from other people. He may appear passive at first, but he’s had an eye on the two of you this whole time, don’t worry. If things get out of hand, he’ll just drag you out of there so fast you won’t even have time to process what just happened.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Abbacchio is a very rough kisser, to the point where you have to remind him not to leave marks on your lips. There's a time and a place for everything, but it takes some reminders to let him know that a simple showing of affection shouldn't result in your face being all but ripped off. Other than that, he's got quite the natural talent.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

The funny thing that sets Abbacchio apart from the others is that he won't outright tell you that he loves you. He very much so believes in the concept of tough love, and even though he can be unbearable at some points, it's very rarely that he verbally expresses that he loves you. It's rather expressed in the actions that he does.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He's going to wait for ages until he pops the question, so long in fact that you had thought about proposing to him just to get it over with. He'll ask for the help of his team to put the wedding together since he doesn't have much to work with in terms of family. When it's all said and done, he'll totally have to fight the urge to break down into tears when he sees you walking down the aisle. You just look so beautiful!

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Abbaccchio really doesn't need nicknames, unless you ask him to call you something specific. If not, he's content with referring to you by your name. After all, it is the most sincere form of flattery as they say.😳

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Only a few people can tell that something is up with Abbacchio (mainly, Bruno and Fugo) and once they figure out what's going on with their teammate they can't help but smile. They'll leave teasing out of it because they know that the others might go too far, but whenever you enter a room they share a knowing glance as they watch him clam up on the spot.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He's not very fond of showing his affection in public, and sometimes this really gets on your nerves. There are times where he doesn't even feel comfortable holding hands with you, but you try to respect his wishes. You know that he's just a little awkward and shy when it comes to these things and that his actions in the outside world are completely different compared to when you share alone time.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

(I know this might be one you guys have heard of before but it can't leave my brain so-) Abbacchio can sing, and he can sing quite well. But he will never do so in front of people, and even in front of you. The only times that you can hear him is when he thinks that you have left for the store and sneaks into the bathroom. One time you had your ear pressed against the door so hard that it accidentally opened. He was holding a hairbrush like a microphone and was less than pleased that you had found him.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

It may not seem like it, but Abbacchio can be quite romantic. When the two of you are alone he might offer to give you a massage or might shower you in kisses of his own accord. Both of those might end up leading to something else, of course ;)

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He will always make sure to make sure that you have complete confidence in whatever you decide to pursue. If you succeed, then he will be the proudest man you've ever seen. Even if you experience some shortcomings he'll encourage you to keep trying and re-adjust your goals so they can be more attainable.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Abbacchio doesn't really come across as the type of person that's spontaneous. While he doesn't like surprises, whenever he does have a nice gesture planned he wants to make sure that you're prepared for (possibly) one of the best days of your life. He hypes it up in subtle ways like "Pack your bags" and "Make sure to bring your swimsuit". 😉

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Don't let his emotional unavailability at times fool you, for he can understand your emotions quite well. He'll pay attention to details that could decipher your moods, like the slam of a door or heavy sighs as you shuffle your feet into the living room. Of course, he'll ask you how to make you feel better, but he secretly prides himself on his awareness when it comes to you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Abbacchio isn't the best at maintaining relationships with people, unless they're very special to him. You are easily one of the best things that's ever happened to him, and if you weren't in his life he'd be extra grumpy and then some. You are his rock, and he cherishes you every single day the two of you are together.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

When the two of you aren't busy, you insist on having a "couple's night" which consists of watching a movie together. He’s a bit of a “fun killer” when it comes to having a movie night, turning down almost every idea and suggestion that you have. You eventually decide on a basic horror movie, with Abbacchio grumbling through it the whole time. He does enjoy when you cling to him during the scary parts, though.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Abbacchio can be affectionate when he wants to be (only when you’re ALONE). There are times when he doesn't want to be in the same room as you, and then others when he's clinging to you no matter how hard you try to escape. Catch him in a good mood and he'll even nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Whenever you've been away for a bit, Abbacchio will seemingly be unfazed by your lack of presence, almost to the point where it bothers you. Your man really doesn't show that many emotions, huh. When you walk through the door; however, he'll be there in the doorway ready to greet you and wrap you in a giant hug. You smile, knowing that he secretly missed you after all.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He's not the type of guy to give gifts or do anything extravagant outside of special occasions. If you're having a bad day he will bring you dinner and listen to you vent. If you're the one, he's willing to go the extra mile in maintaining the relationship and wanting to keep you as happy as possible.

[fixeddawn]

Boy do I love this blog so, so much.

Was there a New Moon in the AU? Or did Bella put a stop to that nonsense immediately.

(Spoilers for the story Clotho (The Moirai Saga) ahead, beware!)

Edward: "Okay so what had happened was-"

-Bella and Alice appear, shoving him out of the way with a squeak-

Alice: "GURL YOU KNOW HE'S STILL AN IDIOT."

Bella: "I- ugh, I tore him a new asshole when he told me he didn't actually love me, and he got me FUCKED up, but he still left. It was rough, especially when my powers started acting up and I started having panic attacks and meltdowns. The wolf pack over here is a bunch of different families, all somewhat Irish, they're descendants of the people of Ossory. Jakes grand-dad immigrated here in the 60's. Actually, OI, JACOB-"

-Jacob shoves into the room, but knocks his head on the doorframe on the way in.-

Jake: "FUCK. Finally man, the Boyz can talk!

Bella: "Eagan (Embry) Got you saying that now too, huh?"

Jake: "Ye, it's funnier. Anyway, shit happened WAY different than in the original plot line. Bella and I still got to be friends, and she hung out with my fam a lot, we have massive bonfires cause my dads the youngest of eight kids.

I helped her find her own place actually! My auntie had a 2 bedroom 2 bath house for rent cheap and she took it on the promise of painting it and shit. Of course then she got mixed up in all of our chaos, especially with the pub my dad runs in town, we got the Blacks, and the O'Clearys and the Udys, three old bloodlines. Bella actually found out about the pack by accident, I uh...I had a massive crush on her and she wasn't ready and stuff got tense and I just...poof, y'know?"

Bella: -makes exploding hand gesture- "Poof."

Jake: "Paul didn't like it at first but she became a member of the pack, we don't really imprint like...romantically, it's super rare, but mostly we imprint familial-y, Bella kept helping Emily cook and clean up and deal with a bunch of rowdy guys. (we got put to work too, don't worry) And she just meshed. She also became our field medic. It got so bad that if we weren't at The Farm, we were probably sprawled out on Bella's living room couch and floor, passed out.

Bella: "It was like snow white and the 7 goofy werewolves, it was great. Leah disliked me at first, but she still went through that thing with Sam, so she was struggling. We actually bonded over the whole "Fuck having a supernatural Ex" thing. Girls gotta support each other, you know? She and Emily also made up with a little time. When I was having my nightmares, facing all the shit that was going down alone and helpless, I told her about them. She's a professional kickboxer! She's fucking badass!! I begged her to train me and kept shoving cash at her until she let me hire her. I was USELESS at first, but she ran me hard, and eventually I could even hold my own in a fight against (human) Seth! All the while, Jake here was finding it hard to keep it in his pants, but he was really my rock, I tried to do everything I could to support him through his change and the aftermath, but it...well. You know who I married. -she cringes, Jake puts an arm around her shoulder for a rough squeeze and a small smile, obviously forgiving-

Jake: My crush was hard man, it still is low-key, (J: 👀 B: 😑) but...well, her panic attacks were still coming. And one night we were dancing, and I...well..."

Bella: "We kissed, I was so desperate to move on, feel something else, but I panicked. It wasn't right."

Jake: "She bolted from the party, ran into the woods, I remember screaming, and then this awful earsplitting sound, and a shockwave.

Bella: "....I kinda, blew down like 30 square feet of the forest around me. Thats when I realized all the popping lightbulbs and shaking surfaces weren't earthquakes...but, well, me. It was the worst panic attack I've ever had. So now, my vampire Bf dumped me, my best friend is a werewolf, and I can fuck shit up with my mind on accident when I'm highly emotional. Queue complete mental breakdown."

Jake: "...Then the redhead showed up."

Bella: "Victoria...she killed my coworker, my friend, horribly, gave him the same injuries James did to send the message. We realized she would start going after the people I was close to if she couldn't get to me. I pretty much hunkered down at The Farm after that, the pack did rounds and tried to protect so much land...I was terrified someone was going to get hurt. When she attacked The Farm, we were blindsided. She caught Seth around his chest and almost crushed him. I was terrified, I managed to use one of my "Bubbles" to blow her away from both of us so I could get him to safety and reset his ribs."

Alice: "And all 𝘐 saw was victoria closing in on Bella from above for a third of a second, when she let out her bubble, so, ofc, I thought she was dead and immediately bolted back to Pullman. Everyone else came too, Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Jasper... We were so shocked Victoria went after her and 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴.

"We found out, when we arrived at her apartment and she was still alive and being guarded by werewolves, that it was because my dumbass brother never gave her my goodbye letter, and lied to both sides about his intentions for what happened that day in the woods. He told the family he was going to tell her the truth, that he was going to take himself away from the situation and see if she couldn't move forward, if she couldn't have a human life. Not that he was going to lie to her that he "found out it was infatuation and not love" or whatever the fuck the Drama-King decided made sense. -steps hard on Edward, he squeaks mournfully-

"Emmett and Jazz were about ready to hunt him down for not giving her a way to contact the family, Esme was devastated that Bella thought we'd just abandoned her, Rose was...well, rose, and Carlisle and I were dissapointed, (mine was more on the murder side tho.)

Bella: "We really didn't think it could get much worse, but Edward's creative."

Alice: "Rose calls him to tell him Vicky killed Bella, because EMMETT NEVER FUCKING CALLED HER. Edward flies into a fucking rage tantrum and ofc, goes to italy. When I told her what was happening, Bella was 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, like, walls shaking, lightbulbs popping pissed, and tbh I kinda wanted to see her kick his twink ass."

Bella: "...The emotions were wild. Rage, betrayal, relief, fear, it was such a jumble. When we got there, saved him, and got passed the volturi, we stayed overnight- well, over𝘥𝘢𝘺 in one of the dorm room things. I was still in my funeral dress and nylons and had lost my shoes, so they let me shower and sleep. First however, I laid into Ed. I wasn't going to carry the weight of "if I accidentally die, I'm gonna be the fuckin reason Edward is taken from his family too." Especially not as a Human. I informed him he was going to come home, apologize, take his lumps, and cope. He was a grown ass man and he needed to act like one and clean up the mess he made."

Edward, from the floor, muffled: "Safe to say, I learned my lesson. My self flagellation and pity-party was immature at best, destructive at worst. I apologized to Bella and my family, and did not yet ask for forgiveness, just for the opportunity to prove that I 𝘩𝘢𝘥 learned something from all of this."

Bella: "...We didn't get back together at first. I couldn't trust him, and he obviously did not trust me or my feelings. But I still loved him. When he was there for me and recognized/supported my autonomy, over a little bit of time I was able to trust him again. I think we both grew a LOT during the experience, and while it sucked the whole time, it was also a catalyst for better things to come. Jake was upset, at first, but we had a long and hard talk. Honestly about what I was able to give to a friendship and if it would be enough for him. He eventually decided, that it was. We still bro's. He even made friends with Edward."

Jake: -Grins and steps on Edwards head. Edward growls and rolls over to drag him to the ground. The boys play-wrestle in the background, though it looks less playful than others. Growling, gnashing, and the word 'fuck' is heard often from the fray.-

Alice: "Idiots."

Bella: "The Cullens and the wolves actually bonded as Esme and Sam strategized about the newborn war. We're not "natural enemies" after all, just smelly to alert the other we're in the area. So Jake and the pack and I are still close as ever. "

"Sorry if this was long winded, but it deserved an explanation! I'm gonna go break the boys up now, thanks for your question!"

[marvelousstevetony]

Can you do “I think that has to be a record sneeze sequence” for stony? Just sounds soo cute. Doesn’t matter who the sneezer is :)

Thank you, anon! I’m not gonna lie, this prompt was one of the reasons I reblogged the list, it is just too cute. I hope you enjoy this small ficlet of allergic!Steve :)

***

“Alright, straight to the bathroom,” Tony hurries at Steve as soon as they exit the elevator, steering him with a persistent hand at the small of Steve’s back. Both of Steve’s hands are rubbing harshly at his eyes, practically blinding him as he follows Tony’s lead obediently.

“Stop touching your face, it’ll only make it worse,” Tony hisses, but there’s no real fire to his voice, just a thick layer of concern.

“God, snff! it itches s-so b-badly,” Steve stutters, still swiping at his eyes.

When they reach the bathroom, Steve comes to an abrupt halt in the doorway and his breath starts coming in short desperate gasps. Tony stops as well, casts one glance at Steve and takes Steve’s hands in his own, revealing teary and red-rimmed eyes.

Steve’s nose twitches vigorously as a tear trickles down his cheek. Tony waits for Steve to succumb to the ticklish sensation, but after a few seconds and a series of urgent sniffles, he exhales in frustration.

Tony gives him a slight nudge and prompts him to enter the bathroom.

“Take your shirt off,” Tony orders while opening the cabinet and rummaging through all the crap that they have accumulated.

“How f-forward of you Mr. S-Stark.” Steve voice is still uneven as he begins shuffling out of his sweater.

“Not the time for flirting, Rogers,” Tony grumbles, face still buried in the cupboard. When he looks over his shoulder, he sees Steve pulling his shirt over his head, turning the inside out. “Not that way— shit,” he curses.

Tony can all but see the dander in the air, on Steve’s face, everywhere. He rips the sweater from Steve’s hand and hurls it away. It’s too late, he knows, because Steve’s face scrunches up around his nose, wiggling it helplessly, and he even scrubs at it with his knuckles, trying to impede the irrefutable itch. It doesn’t work.

“HuhhTCHHoo! Huh Uhh— UhhTSCHoo!”

The sneezes tear through Steve’s body so strongly that he has to grip the edge of the sink to keep him from stumbling. With the next sneezes, Steve doubles over, his clutch on the surface tightening.

“huhhCHshoo! ehTSChhh!”

Steve’s shoulders hunch forward and every muscle in his torso tenses with the force of the sneezes. Since he shed his sweater, Steve’s abs have been on full display and with each sneeze, they flex, flaunting the perfectly sculpted muscles. If Steve hadn’t been in the midst of a horrendous allergic reaction, Tony might’ve commented, teased him, said something completely vulgar and salacious. But right now, all he does is worry.

“Okay. Okay,” Tony repeats. “Here, sit down.” He guides Steve to sit a the edge of the tub while one more sneeze rips through him. And another. And another.

Steve is bent completely over at the waist, elbows on his knees as he aims the sneezes towards the floor, futilely trying to catch them in his fist.

“uhhUShhiew! uhhCHUSH’oo! huh… hetCHISHhew!”

They keep coming, the strong, throat-scraping sneezes that takes Steve’s breath away, all the while Tony is staring at Steve with wide eyes, completely in shock and unable to take act.

After the fifth sneeze in as many seconds, Tony squats down in front of him placing his hands on Steve’s broad shoulder.

“Hey,” he says softly, brushing his thumbs over Steve’s naked skin when the sneezes calm down for a moment. “We need to get you into the shower… you think you can take your pants off yourself, or do you need my help?”

Steve glances up at Tony through his eyelashes. They’re clotted together by the same salty tears that are streaming down his face. Even with the blurry vision, he can see Tony smirking, and he can’t help but smile weakly and shake his head with fondness.

“I t-think I… SNFF! I can manage,” he says, his voice thin and wheezy.

“Right.” Tony gets to his feet and turns on the shower spray, adjusting the temperature to what he knows Steve likes.

Steve gets as far as being stripped to his boxers when the uncontrollable itch resurfaces. This time, he has to lean against the wall for support, but Tony’s quickly at his side, steadying him.

“Okay, sit down again,” Tony stresses.

“etCHisshoo! uhhUSH’oo!” The dirty blonde hair falls into Steve’s eyes, and every time Tony tries to brush it away from his face, another sneeze makes it fall right back. “G-god, Tony, it j-just woohhn’t s-stop… uhhUSCH! huh— Jesus…” Steve mumbles.

After grabbing a washcloth from a drawer, Tony wets it and starts wiping Steve’s tear-stained face with it. It’s cool and it feels amazing against Steve’s flushed cheeks.

“Mhmm, that’s nice,” Steves sighs, but it almost sounds like a moan, and Tony chuckles softly at the pleased sound.

“Have to get all that dander off your face…” he murmurs, and Steve gives an affirming hum in reply. “That was rough, Steve. I think that has to be a record sneeze sequence,” Tony jokes, but there’s truth to it.

“Probably,” Steve agrees and huffs a self-deprecating laugh. “I feel miserable.”

“Well, you did just sneeze your head for five minutes straight, so,” Tony reasons with a wry smile, and Steve just hums again, doing more sniffling into the washcloth than washing his face.

“Y’know, I knew you were, like, the most boy scoutiest Boy Scout of all, but helping a cat down a three—“

“It was stuck, Tony!” Steve says defensively. “What, did you expect me just to stand there and watch? Didn’t you snf! see the look on that little girl’s face?”

“Woah, calm down, there,” Tony laughs, holding his hands up and forging innocence. “I just don’t understand why you insisted on climbing up a tree, getting the cat down, and then proceeded to carry it like a baby when you’re clearly deathly allergic to them.”

“I had to help the girl,” Steve explains, looking at Tony as if it was the most obvious answer ever. “Besides, I didn’t know I was allergic.”

Tony glares at Steve, incredulously. “Really? You’ve never encountered a cat before?”

“Of course I have. I was— snffSNFF! was allergic to them before, but I thought it’d disappeared when I got the serum. I guess n-not, though… huh-Tschushh! Oh.”

“Bless you,” Tony says, gently stroking a hand over Steve’s hair.

Steve acknowledges the blessing with a nod. “Tha-ahh…  hrrisshhieew! uhhISHH’ehh!”

“Alright, Sniffles,” Tony starts, patting Steve’s shoulder. “Hop to it,” he says and nods to the shower. “I’ll grab you some tissues and some heavy-duty allergy meds.”

While Steve showers and gets cleaned up, Tony sends Natasha to the drugstore for some extra soft tissues, and he calls Bruce for advice on which medicine would be best for someone like Steve. Though Bruce always claims he isn’t that sort of doctor, he usually knows best in situations like this.

Tony himself prepares soup for them to eat in bed. Before Steve, Tony had never though of himself as the care-taking type, but Steve apparently brings out a whole new side of him.

When Steve emerges from the bathroom, wearing a new, clean sweater that’s at least one size too big on him, and looking like he’s no longer about to pass out — but still with the pink nose and the soft eyes — Tony is waiting for him in bed with a dozen boxes of tissues, a variety of different allergy pills to chose from, and two steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup.

They both get tugged up in bed, and shortly after taking the medicine and eating the warm, comforting soup, Steve feels much better. He still has to lean away from Tony to catch a stuffy, soft hetpChsh! every once in a while.

“God bless you, tiger,” Tony murmurs after the third one, and he looks over at Steve, whose cheeks have turned the same flushed shade of pink as his nose. “Why are you blushing?”

Steve ducks his head and smiles shyly. “Oh, um… nickname,” he just says, inadequate to say anything else without fumbling with the words.

Tony smiles widely and cups Steve’s cheek with his hand. “Hm. Seems fitting, don’t you think? Tiger…” He leans in to brush his nose against Steve’s and kisses him tenderly, letting their lips melt together, uniting as one as if they were never meant to be apart.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE

It’s never difficult to be around Hoseok or Jimin. Hobi is the actual human form of sunshine 98% of the time, and Jimin is so lovely and sweet and perfect that you wonder on a daily basis if he’s not actually an angel. You’re lucky-you always realize that-but on days like today, when you’re tired and stressed and more than a little crampy-it hits you all over again-just how lucky you actually are. Because with these two men, nothing goes unnoticed, and you never go unloved. 

Or rather, Jess writes a fluffy, purely self indulgent, domestic relationship AU featuring JiHope in honor of Hobi’s birthday week. Happy Hobiuary! 💜

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, Jung Hoseok, J-Hope, Hobi, Hoseok, Park Jimin, Jimin, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Poly!BTS, Hoseok x you, Hoseok x reader, Jimin x you, Jimin x reader, Hoseok x Jimin, JiHope, Fluff

Genre: Tooth Rotting Fluff

Title: Champagne Bubbles

It had been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. 

As soon as you had gotten into work that morning, the vet on duty had instantly started yelling-overwhelmed and swamped by cases already-and scared of angering her any further, you hadn’t stopped running since 6 AM. 

Cut to the last hour of your shift, and you had somehow managed to get every animal substance known to man on your scrubs-you were fairly certain that last rowdy patient had peed on you more than once-and you looked, and smelled, like someone who was at the end of their metaphorical rope. 

However, you still had to take an exam at the nearby university before heading home, and so, throwing your coat on over your soiled clothes, you headed for the library, the world-dark when you left the apartment that morning-dark once more as the moon crested over the nearby buildings. 

You failed the exam. 

It was hard to drive home-what with the darkened streets and the exhausted tears starting to brim and overflow-but you managed to make it, and pulling into your spot, you allowed yourself to just sit for a moment, forehead resting forlornly on the cold steering wheel. 

This day could not get worse. 

Famous last words. 

Cut to now, as you’re walking up the last flight of stairs to your apartment, and you start to feel the telltale cramping low in your abdomen, the kind that makes you wanna crawl in bed, throw a blanket over your head, and curl up-fetal position-around a hot bean bag. 

“Dammit, why.” You groan out, reaching the landing, as you blindly dig your hand into your purse to search for your keys, a simple task, that feels like an impossible trial in your tired state. 

Good thing you had been prepared and put in a tampon that morning when you had woken with the impending signs of doom and a headache. 

Finally locating your keys, you unlock the door to the darkened apartment and let out a sigh of tired relief as you let your bag slide to the floor right in front of the entrance, kicking off your worn and smelly sneakers without a thought. 

Well, without a thought other than getting into a hot shower and falling into your bed with a heating pad and a blanket over your head. 

It’s quiet in the apartment, and you wonder briefly, if Jimin and Hobi are already asleep as you creep quietly toward the hallway. You are home a lot later than normal. 

You all rise early together every day and split ways in the parking garage-you headed for the emergency vet clinic, Jimin waving cheerfully as he leaves in his old beater for his job as manager at the local coffee shop, and Hobi driving off far too fast on his scooter toward the local arts college, where he teaches dance classes. 

You all usually go to bed early too, at the same time, together, but tonight, you’re far later than usual and the apartment is lacking the sunshine of Hobi’s bright smile and Jimin’s soft welcome home embrace. 

Your footsteps falter at the kitchen, and suddenly, you let out an audible groan, as your eyes are drawn to the kitchen sink sitting dark in one corner. 

Dammit. You still needed to do the breakfast dishes. 

Shuffling across the tile of the kitchen, you turn on the hot water and let it wash over your cold, chapped hands for a moment, before your reach into the sink blindly, searching for the first dirty dish. 

You glance down in surprise when-after moments of fruitless searching-you find nothing in the sink, and note, suddenly, that it is empty and spotless, the dishes already done and put away in the cabinets. 

Interesting. 

You don’t allow yourself to dwell on this for long however, before your tired, aching feet are leading you down the dim hallway once more, toward the safety and warmth of the bathroom and the delicious idea of hot, steaming shower for your tired and dirty body. 

Pushing open the door, careful to be quiet, in case your boyfriends are truly sleeping like you think, your eyes widen once more in surprise for the second time in as many minutes. 

The bathroom is softly aglow with the light of candles, the atmosphere warm and scented like roses and champagne, and in the flickering light, you note that the small bathtub in the corner has been filled to the brim with steaming, lapping water, perfumed with the oily slick of some sort of bath salt. 

“What the hell-” You breathe out beneath your breath, and suddenly, you don’t feel so tired anymore, and the corners of your mouth are tilting upward in the start of a fond smile, as you observe the carefully presented scene before you. 

First the dishes, and now a bath? 

The boys are definitely up to something. 

Shucking your heavy coat off onto the bathroom floor, you trek back the way you have just come, and without knocking, push open the door to the bedroom. 

The room is dimly lit by the string of clear lights that adorn the wall above the bed-giving it a cozy and soft glow-and by the flickering of a movie playing quietly on the TV. 

You lean against the door frame and take in the scene for a moment, the smile on your lips growing unwittingly bigger as you observe your boyfriends, curled up in the middle of the queen bed, piled under several blankets, looking soft and ethereal and altogether incredibly comfortable. 

Jimin looks up first, large dark eyes reflecting the light from the tv screen, blonde hair ruffled in an adorable way, as if he has just taken a shower, and smiles when he sees you, eyes creasing into half moons. “Baby girl! you’re back!” 

Hobi glances over at Jimin’s words, chin resting on the shorter man’s head where it lays on his chest, and offers you one his breathtaking smiles, and the room becomes a million times lighter, as if the sun has just peeked through the curtains. “Hey beautiful! Long day?” 

“Incredibly.” You nod, glancing over to the movie they’re watching. Some action flick you’ve never seen. “What’d you guys do, by the way?” You ask nonchalantly, slightly teasing, as you draw your attention back to them once more. 

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, sitting up now, full lips drawn into an incredibly cute pout that you struggle to resist. 

“You know.” You motion vaguely over your shoulder. “First the dishes, now a bath?” You grin teasingly, shrugging, suddenly all too aware that you’re still in your stinky scrubs. “You guys must have done something really bad to suck up like this.” 

“You’d think, right?” Hobi jokes back, laughing loudly, as he slides away from Jimin and stands, and you note, as he comes toward you, that he’s wearing the plaid pajama bottoms you had tried so hard to throw away last year. 

He pauses in front of you, quirking his head in an endearing way, and reaches out to tuck back a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Actually though,” He offers you the hint of a soft, heart shaped smile. “We just wanted to spoil you after a long day. Is that so hard to believe?” 

“Give us some credit, baby.” Jimin has joined you both at the doorway now, and he yawns, reaching up to ruffle his already disheveled hair, before he shoots you a mischievous smile that makes his eyes light up. “We’re not completely dense.” 

“I know.” You laugh now, and the tiredness is showing through again, straining your mirth. “Thank you.” You give them both a fond, affectionate half smile, the best you can do for now. 

You have to admit, the bath is calling your name. 

“Your bath is gonna get cold.” Jimin states, as if he has read your thoughts, and he leans forward, whether to push you toward the bathroom, or hug you, you don’t know, but you avoid his hold by stepping backward. 

“Ew. Don’t touch me, Chim.” You wrinkle your nose as you glance down at your soiled work clothes. “I seriously think I was peed on like fifteen times today.” 

Jimin’s brow crinkles, and he shoots you a teasing look of disgust. “Okay. You don’t have to twist my arm. I’ll wait till you’re clean.” 

Hobi laughs, and the sound gives you the motivation you need to give them each a little grin and wave, before heading toward the bathroom and the much awaited bath. 

******

The bath rejuvenates you, and by the time you return to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel and skin red and raw from soaking, you feel like a completely new person. 

Though you can still feel the exhaustion creeping up your bones. 

The boys are back in the bed, cuddled up like before, but there is another movie going on the TV now-a chick flick-and the bedside lamp is on. 

“You started another movie without me?” You ask playfully, digging through the dresser to find your pajama shorts and tank top, one hand holding the towel securely at your chest. 

“You took too long.” Hobi complains around a mouthful of popcorn, his free arm looped loosely around Jimin’s shoulders. “We thought you drowned.” 

“And you didn’t check to see?” You jab back, glancing over your shoulder, as you finally locate your clothes, and shoot Hobi a playful glare, eyebrow raised in the man’s direction. 

He shrugs. “Didn’t want to miss the movie.” 

You roll your eyes, and start to slip your now clean legs into the pajama shorts, beginning to shiver now in the cool air of the room. 

“You know, baby girl.” Jimin speaks up now, and his normally lilting tones are darker, sultry, suggestively playful. You glance at him, and he raises a brow at you, teeth sunken slightly into his plush, bottom lip, as his eyes scan the naked expanse of your legs. “You could cut down on time. Just not wear anything. Merely a suggestion.” 

You roll your eyes once more, and stick your tongue out at him, before pointedly holding his gaze as you finish putting on the rest of your pajama outfit. 

Sliding hurriedly into the warmth of the bed next to Jimin, you are caught off guard to feel the heat of an already hot heating pad beneath the covers, and you glance over questioningly at the two men beside you. 

Jimin grins in a way that makes your stomach warm with love and fondness. “Don’t tell me you didn’t think we knew.” He cocks his head at you, blonde hair falling into his eyes. “Come on, baby. You’re as easy to read as a book. And you know we keep track.” 

You consider making a teasing remark in return-about them keeping a calendar or something in their phones about the dates of your period-but instead, you decide to simply utter a soft “thank you” as you situate the heating pad, and snuggle down beneath the blankets next to Jimin. 

He slides his arm beneath your body and pulls you against him, and his body heat is instantly making your eyes droop slightly and a heavy feeling of comfort wash over your tired muscles as you allow your head to rest heavily on his chest, heartbeat steady beneath your ear. 

You glance at the TV and recognize the movie scene that is being played. 

You groan. “You guys know I hate this movie.” 

“Which is why we’re watching it.” Hobi teases, letting the hand that is resting on Jimin’s shoulder flick so that his long fingers tickle your hair and the top of your head. “It’s time for you to realize what good media is, beautiful.” 

“Whatever.” You grumble out, burying your face into Jimin’s side, your eyes already closing, as you breathe in the smell of him-sandalwood and vanilla and something soft that feels like home. “I’m not gonna watch it anyway.” 

You feel Jimin press a kiss to the top of your head, and Hobi rest his hand on the crown of your hair, and the affectionate gestures-just to let you know they’re there, that they’ll always be there-make you feel as if you’re home. 

You are home. 

Because you’re so lucky. Lucky to have them both in your life. Lucky to have two people who make you feel as if home is not a place, but a feeling. 

You are the luckiest. 

And you realize that every single day. 

But days like today-that are terrible and horrible and no good-yet still end here, curled up next to your two favorite people in the whole world, make you realize that the most.  

[anonymous0writer]

Daddy Issues

Author: @anonymous0writer​

Warnings: Mentions of abuse. Swearing. Inferences of sex. Death...

Requested: Yes!! :) “If you take songfic requests - can you write maybe a JJ one with 'daddy issues' (the neighbourhood)? I really enjoyed 'Friends'! 😊😊”

Summary: Based off the song “Daddy Issues” by the Neighbourhood.

A/N: This was so fun. :) I have another request that might take a while to write after this one, so be patient with that one!! But send more in!! Also I made up JJ’s real name. I thought Jesse was fitting...

Lyrics are in Italics

Take you like a drug I taste you on my tongue You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about

Tongues crash as you kiss him feverishly. His hands grasp your butt, roaming over you bare torso. You arch into his back, moaning softly. 

“God, JJ.” You whisper, breathless. 

He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, crawling over you. He cages you in, hands on either side of your head. He sucks on your neck, leaving you breathless and needy. You whine his name, asking him for it. 

He smirks and undresses you with the ease of someone who’s had plenty practice. Most of them with you. You giggle, naked before him as you reach for his belt. He allows you to take off his pants and as you tease him, you watch his control fray. Once his pants are off, he pushes into you, unable to hold his need back any longer. You cry out his name at the sudden burst of pleasure.

The rest of the night is a blur of moans, pleasure, his rough voice and sheets. The memory of the amazing night it hazy, but your body remembers. You giggle and intertwine your fingers with his. He leans over, his chest pressing against your back. His hot breath brushes your bare shoulder as he kisses it. 

“What are you thinking about?” He mutters. 

“John B.” You laugh as he grunts with annoyance and kisses your shoulder again. “No. It’s always you, J.” 

“That’s my girl.” He holds you tight and makes a new hickey just below your jaw.

Go ahead and cry little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues

A knock sounds on your window. You frown and go to investigate. A familiar blonde boy is perched on your roof, tapping on the window. Gasping you work quickly on opening the window and allowing your boyfriend in.

“JJ what-” You start but stop as you take him in. 

Lip busted, black eyes and more probably splattered across his torso. Your jaw clenches. His father.

“Holy shit, J.” You whisper, looking up to meet his blue eyes. 

“It’s fine. Nothing I’m not used to.” He gives you half of a smile, but it’s quickly replaced by a wince. 

Snapping into your ‘doctor’ mode, you grabbed his hand and forced him to sit on your toilet as you went to grab your first aid kit. Sadly, you’d done this enough to know what to do. Not just with his dad, but with other kids. More specifically, Rafe Cameron. They always seemed at each others throats.

You cleaned him up and got a glimpse of the damage done to his ribs. Though you often begged him, JJ refused to go to the hospital. No matter what. Even if you were afraid they were broken. He was so stubborn sometimes.

After you cleaned him, you helped him into your bed, and cuddled and kissed him until you heard his breathing even out.

I tried to write your name in the rain But the rain never came So I made with the sun The shame, always comes at the worst time

You were breathing hard, rain sliding down your arms and spilling into your eyes. You stood across from your boyfriend. The blonde who was shaking his head. 

“No, stop saying that!”

“Why?” You screamed back. “Why JJ? I love you! It’s not a bad thing!” By now you were pleading. 

His blue eyes looked dark. His pale hair was darkened by the onslaught of rain. You two were drenched and screaming at each other, outside of John B.’s house. In the beginning of a hurricane. Fitting, right?

“Just stop saying that!” He yelled back, jaw clenched and eyes hard. 

You swallowed. “Why?” you’re voice broke. You knew he didn’t feel the same way. You knew it would take a lot for him to say it. And you were okay with it. But he had freaked out when you confessed. Now you were wondering if he just couldn’t say it, or he just couldn’t say it to you.

You felt like sobbing. And it was heart breaking. Today was your first year anniversary.

I keep on trying to let you go Not even let you know How I'm getting on I didn't cry when you left at first

You sat in your shower, the water spraying your puffy face. You were broken and sobbing. All along you knew that he didn’t love you, and you were okay with that. But he wasn’t, so he ended things. And you were okay. In the beginning. But then you saw him with another girl. And looked happier with her than he had been with you. 

So it was safe to say, that you weren’t okay now. You didn’t cry at first, but now it seemed like you couldn’t stop. And neither did the hurting. But he seemed okay. He seemed happy with his new girl. One that you couldn’t even compare to. One that had stayed with him longer than you. A year and two weeks. You and JJ couldn’t even make it to one. 

But now that you're dead it hurts This time I gotta know Where did my daddy go? I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared

You stood by John B., Kie and Pope. And Charlotte. You five stood in a line, black dresses and suits. The sun illuminated the stone engraved with a name that broke your heart. 

Jesse J. Maybank

Amazing friend, boyfriend and son

They said it was a bike accident. That he succumbed to his wounds. No matter what, he would’ve died. 

JJ. Your JJ. Your best friend. Your former lover. The love of your life. The only blonde you fell for. The funniest person in the world. The one that could make you smile no matter what. The one who got you and understood you. The only person you ever loved that much. 

Beside you, Charlotte sniffled. You knew she was hurting worse than you. After all, JJ actually loved her. And admitted it. And she wasn’t a bad person. She was actually the nicest person, with a rare, witty humor. Not to mention she was drop dead gorgeous. You tried not to hold resentment in your heart. And you didn’t. Over the years, you recovered and healed. But JJ was still the one. But the hard truth was that you weren’t the one for him.

And that hurt, but right now, you weren’t the only one in pain. Kie was sobbing in Pope’s arms. John B. was staring at the stone, tears streaming silently down his face. Charlotte was the complete opposite. She was on her knees, sobbing. The sound broke your heart. And you were surprised that you were the one to keep it somewhat together among the group. So you sank to your knees beside Charlotte and pulled her into a hug. 

“I know.” You whispered. “I miss him too.”

Go ahead and cry little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you

You looked at the letter with shaking hands. Your name was printed in familiar messy script on the front of the pale envelope. It’d been a year, and Charlotte had found the letter after finally cleaning the small apartment she and JJ shared and moved. She gave it to you a week ago, but you’d been too afraid of it. 

But you were ready. As ready as you’d ever be. 

Y/N, 

I don’t know if you’ll get this. Or when. Or hell, if I even keep it. I’ve written at least ten of these and just threw them away. I guess words were never my strong suit, yeah? (You better be damn proud of me because I’m actually writing this shit.)

You let loose a half sob, half laugh. God, you can hear him speaking to you. His blue eyes bright and his lips smirking. You keep reading. 

But this is what I wanted to say: I loved you. When you said those words to me, I freaked out. I’ve never been in love and I didn’t know what if felt like. And I didn’t realize it, but I was in love with you too. I just was blind and dumb back then. It was only when I found Char that I knew what I felt for you was love. But it’s different than what I have with Charlotte. 

You know that thing you said about the three loves in your life? Remember, we were on the boat, just us and watching the stars because that was your new obsession? Well, I remember it. And exactly what you said. I’ll never forget it. 

“You have three loves in your life. The first one is your first love. It’s messy and heartbreaking and might not seem like love, but it is. Because it’s what you believe to be love. The second one is your hard love. You heal from past mistakes and you learn and grow together. But its hard because it’s worse than the first. It puts you through hell, but that’s when you find out what you want and you become stronger and wiser. And then your last love. The one that the one. You find each other when you least expect it. You might not even be looking for it. But you love each other and you love them completely.”

Your heart wrenches. He remembered that. All of it. He was really listening.

And I believe you were my first love. We believed what we had was love, and it was. At least you did. I’m am sorry that I didn’t realize that I loved you when we were together. I should’ve. And I wish I could take it back. Go back and tell you I loved you. Because while I love Charlotte more than anything, I think, that if I told you I loved you, we’d be together still. And we wouldn’t have to go through our hard love. We could just skip from first love to last love. 

I’m sorry, Y/N. I wish I would’ve said it all those years ago. But I loved you. I still love you. 

From, 

JJ