#i said he was cute once (this was back when i thought i was pan) and she blocked me for like 2 days

[s4kura-tr3]

Jjk men — spending Christmas with them

Gojo satoru

Spending Christmas with Gojo Satoru was always unpredictable—equal parts chaotic and heartwarming. From the moment December rolled around, he would go all in on the festivities. He’d insist on decorating the apartment with lights so bright they could probably be seen from space, and he’d spend hours picking out the biggest, most dramatic tree he could find.

On Christmas morning, you’d wake up to the scent of something burning. Gojo had tried to make breakfast—again. He stood in the kitchen, still in his Christmas pajamas, grinning sheepishly while holding a pan of what might have been pancakes.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he chirped, completely ignoring the mess he’d made. “Guess who’s been hard at work making a special Christmas feast?”

You arched a brow. “Hard at work burning it?”

“Tough crowd,” he sighed, setting the pan down before spinning you around for a dramatic hug. “You’re lucky I’m cute, or I’d be offended.”

After salvaging breakfast (with your help), he’d drag you to the couch for an excessive gift exchange. Gojo loved to spoil you—there was no stopping him—and you’d find yourself buried under boxes of carefully chosen (and some very expensive) presents.

“Satoru,” you’d say, holding up a designer item you didn’t even know you wanted. “You went overboard.”

“Overboard? Me? Never,” he said, plopping down beside you and pulling you into his lap. “Besides, seeing your face light up makes it worth every yen.”

Once the chaos of the morning settled, the two of you would spend the day lounging together. He’d suggest watching classic Christmas movies, though he’d inevitably talk through most of them, cracking jokes or mimicking the characters with dramatic flair.

In the evening, Gojo would insist on taking you out to see the city lights. “C’mon,” he’d say, lacing his fingers with yours. “What’s Christmas without a little adventure?”

Bundled up against the cold, you’d wander through the streets, marveling at the glowing decorations. Gojo would take your hand and twirl you under every mistletoe you passed, stealing kisses with that mischievous grin of his.

By the time you returned home, the night would be quiet, the soft glow of the Christmas tree casting a warm light over the room. Gojo would pull you onto the couch, wrapping you in his arms as you sipped hot chocolate together.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he’d whisper, his voice unusually soft as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Thanks for putting up with all my chaos.”

And in that moment, with his arms around you and his love shining brighter than any decoration, you’d know there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

Geto Suguru

Christmas with Geto Suguru was a warm, quiet affair—one that felt like a perfect blend of simplicity and love. He wasn’t the type to go overboard, but everything he did had a touch of thoughtfulness that made the day feel magical.

The morning started with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet wafting through the air. You found him in the kitchen, wearing a cozy sweater, his hair tied back as he flipped pancakes in the pan.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted, his warm smile making you feel instantly at ease. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

“Breakfast first,” he said, playfully swatting at your hands, “then you can shower me with love.”

The two of you ate together, sharing quiet conversation and laughing when Suguru teased you for getting powdered sugar on your face. “You’re like a little kid,” he said, leaning over to wipe it off gently.

After breakfast, it was time for presents. Suguru had a way of making every gift feel deeply personal. The small box you unwrapped held a bracelet with charms that symbolized moments you’d shared together.

“I know it’s not much,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I wanted you to have something meaningful.”

“It’s perfect,” you said, leaning in to kiss him softly.

Later in the day, the two of you bundled up and headed outside to take a walk in the crisp winter air. Suguru held your hand the entire time, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles as you wandered through quiet streets adorned with twinkling lights.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” he said, looking up at the sky. “Peaceful. Simple. Just how I like it.”

When you got home, the evening was spent curled up together in front of the fireplace. Suguru lit a few candles, their soft glow adding to the cozy atmosphere. He pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you as you sipped hot chocolate together.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured against your hair, his voice low and tender.

You tilted your head to look at him, his expression calm and full of affection. “Merry Christmas, Suguru,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss.

In his embrace, with the warmth of the fire and the quiet love between you, it felt like time had slowed down. With Suguru, every moment was special, but Christmas with him? It was pure magic.

Nanami kento

Christmas with Nanami Kento was a mix of quiet tradition and heartfelt moments, perfectly reflecting his personality. He wasn’t one for grand displays or over-the-top celebrations, but the effort he put into making the day special showed just how much he cared.

The morning started with the soft hum of holiday music playing in the background as the scent of fresh coffee filled the air. Nanami, ever the early riser, had already set the table with a simple but elegant breakfast: warm croissants, fresh fruit, and your favorite tea.

“Good morning,” he greeted, his voice gentle as he handed you a steaming cup. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, smiling as you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

After breakfast, he insisted you take your time, enjoying the quiet comfort of the morning. The tree in the corner of the room was modestly decorated, its soft lights casting a warm glow. Beneath it were a few carefully wrapped gifts—none extravagant, but each chosen with care.

When you sat down to exchange gifts, Nanami’s attention was fully on you. He’d picked something practical yet thoughtful—a leather-bound journal because he knew how much you loved to write, accompanied by a fountain pen engraved with your initials.

“I wanted you to have something meaningful,” he said softly, watching as you turned the pen over in your hands.

“It’s perfect, Kento,” you said, leaning forward to kiss him.

For the rest of the day, Nanami kept things low-key but meaningful. He’d planned a quiet walk through the park, where the snow blanketed the ground in pristine white. Holding your hand, he led you down the path, his calm presence grounding you as you admired the winter scenery.

Back home, he prepared dinner—nothing fancy, but every dish was made with care. He poured two glasses of wine and pulled out a chair for you, his small but thoughtful gestures making the evening feel intimate and special.

As the night wound down, the two of you curled up on the couch with a blanket, the crackle of the fireplace filling the room. Nanami held you close, one hand resting on your back as he traced slow, soothing circles.

“You’ve made this Christmas perfect,” you murmured, your voice soft against his chest.

He smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “That’s all I wanted,” he said simply.

With Nanami, Christmas wasn’t about grand gestures or flashy decorations—it was about the quiet, steadfast love he showed in every moment. And that made it more special than anything else ever could.

Toji fushiguro

Spending Christmas Day with Toji and little Megumi was a mix of subtle warmth and unexpected moments of joy. Toji wasn’t the type to get overly sentimental about holidays, but for Megumi—and for you—he made the day special in his own understated way.

The morning started with Megumi excitedly running into the living room to inspect the gifts under the tree. Toji, still lounging on the couch with a coffee mug in hand, smirked at the sight of his son’s excitement.

“Did Santa do a good job this year?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.

Megumi nodded eagerly as he dove into the pile of gifts, pulling out a box wrapped in slightly crumpled paper (courtesy of Toji’s halfhearted attempt at wrapping). “Look, Dad! A puzzle!”

Toji leaned forward, pretending to inspect it. “Hmm. Think you’re smart enough to solve that?”

“Of course I am!” Megumi declared with confidence, earning a low chuckle from Toji.

You couldn’t help but smile at the exchange. Toji had grumbled about the whole idea of Christmas earlier in the month, but it was clear he enjoyed watching Megumi light up with joy.

After helping Megumi with his gifts, Toji casually reached under the tree and pulled out a small box, tossing it into your lap. “Here,” he said, almost gruffly.

You blinked in surprise, looking at the box. “You got me something?”

“Don’t make it a big deal,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

Inside was a delicate necklace, simple but stunning—a piece that felt undeniably you. Your heart swelled as you looked up at him. “Toji… it’s beautiful. Thank you.”

He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “Figured you deserved something nice. Don’t get used to it.” But the small smirk on his face betrayed how much he enjoyed seeing you happy.

Breakfast was simple but cozy. Toji, surprisingly, had taken the lead in the kitchen, making his signature scrambled eggs while you set the table. Megumi happily munched on his food, already planning out how he was going to spend the day with his new toys.

After breakfast, Toji suggested heading out to the nearby park. “Let the kid burn off some energy,” he said, pulling on his coat.

In the park, the three of you played in the snow. Toji tried to act indifferent, but it wasn’t long before he was helping Megumi build a snow fort—and then, inevitably, a snowball fight broke out.

“Alright, kid, you asked for it,” Toji said with a smirk, lobbing a snowball with perfect aim. Megumi shrieked with laughter, retaliating as you joined in on his side.

By the time you headed home, all three of you were covered in snow but laughing. Back inside, Toji made hot chocolate while you and Megumi curled up under a blanket on the couch.

As the evening rolled around, the three of you sat together in front of the Christmas tree, the room lit with the soft glow of the lights. Megumi was busy working on his puzzle, occasionally asking for help, while Toji leaned back with an arm around your shoulders.

“This isn’t so bad,” Toji murmured, glancing at you with a faint smirk.

“You mean Christmas?” you teased, resting your head against him.

He shrugged, looking at Megumi as the boy concentrated. “Yeah. It’s nice.”

Later that night, when Megumi had finally fallen asleep on the couch, you found Toji quietly adjusting the blanket around him, his expression softer than usual.

“You’re a good dad, you know,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

Toji scoffed lightly, though you caught the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t go getting sentimental on me now.”

But as he pulled you close, the warmth in his touch said everything he wouldn’t say out loud. Christmas with Toji and Megumi wasn’t traditional or picture-perfect, but it was filled with love—and that made it perfect in its own way.

Sukuna ryomen

Spending Christmas with Sukuna was far from the warm, traditional holiday you might have imagined, but it carried a unique charm that only he could bring. Sukuna wasn’t exactly the festive type—mocking the idea of “holiday cheer” more than once—but when it came to you, there was an unspoken softness beneath his sharp edges that made the day special in its own way.

The morning started with Sukuna lounging on the couch, his crimson eyes fixed on the flickering lights of the Christmas tree. You had insisted on putting one up, despite his grumbles about it being “pointless.”

“You’re staring at it awfully long for something you called ridiculous,” you teased, handing him a mug of coffee.

He snorted, taking the cup without looking at you. “I’m trying to figure out why humans get so worked up over this nonsense.”

“You’ll never admit it, but you like it,” you shot back with a grin, sitting beside him.

Sukuna didn’t respond, but the faintest smirk tugged at his lips as he sipped his coffee.

Later, as you opened the small pile of gifts under the tree, Sukuna sat back with his arms crossed, watching you with a mixture of amusement and feigned disinterest. When you got to the final gift—a box with an unfamiliar wrapping style—you raised an eyebrow at him.

“You got me something?” you asked, surprised.

He shrugged, his tone nonchalant. “Don’t make it a big deal. Just open it.”

Inside was a stunning piece of jewelry—bold yet elegant, perfectly suited to your taste. It wasn’t overly flashy, but it carried a weight of meaning, like Sukuna himself.

You looked up at him, your heart warming. “Sukuna… thank you.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he replied, though his smirk softened slightly. “Consider it a reward for putting up with me.”

After lunch, which Sukuna insisted he wouldn’t help with (“I’m not here to play house,” he’d said), the two of you ended up outside in the snow. You threw a snowball at him on a whim, earning a sharp glare and a low growl.

“You’ve got some nerve,” he warned, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Before you could blink, he launched a snowball back at you with near-perfect accuracy, sending you stumbling back with a laugh. What followed was a chaotic snowball fight, with Sukuna proving that his combat skills extended even to playful battles.

“You’re cheating!” you cried, dodging another perfectly aimed throw.

He smirked, standing tall and smug. “There’s no cheating in war, woman.”

By the evening, the two of you had settled into a comfortable quiet. The fire crackled softly, and the tree’s lights reflected in Sukuna’s sharp eyes as he sat beside you, one arm draped lazily across the back of the couch.

“This is nice,” you murmured, leaning against him.

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re easily pleased.”

“And you secretly enjoy this,” you countered, glancing up at him with a knowing smile.

Sukuna didn’t deny it, which was as close to agreement as you’d get. Instead, he pulled you closer, his voice low and teasing. “You’re lucky I tolerate your ridiculous traditions.”

With Sukuna, Christmas wasn’t about the usual festivities or sentimentality. It was about the quiet moments of understanding, the rare glimpses of his softer side, and the way he let his guard down just enough to show you how much you meant to him—even if he’d never say it outright.

Megumi Fushiguro

Spending Christmas with Megumi Fushiguro was a quiet, heartfelt affair, just like him. He wasn’t someone who indulged in over-the-top celebrations or cheesy traditions, but he made an effort in his own understated way to make the day special for you both.

The morning began slowly, with the soft light of the tree illuminating the living room. Megumi had woken up early to let the dogs out, and by the time you stirred, he was already back inside, a mug of hot coffee waiting for you on the table.

“Morning,” he said softly, glancing at you from where he stood by the window, watching the snow fall.

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, smiling as you wrapped yourself in a blanket and joined him.

The two of you exchanged gifts after breakfast. Megumi had been subtle in asking about what you might like, so you were surprised when you opened the small, neatly wrapped box to find a thoughtful present inside—a beautiful book you’d mentioned wanting and a warm scarf in your favorite color.

“I noticed your old one’s falling apart,” he said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s perfect,” you said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Megumi.”

You had gotten him a gift as well—a leather notebook for his thoughts and a pair of gloves to keep his hands warm during the colder months. He thanked you with a small, genuine smile, his quiet gratitude making your heart swell.

Later, the two of you took the dogs for a walk in the snow. Megumi didn’t say much, but his content expression and the way he held your hand spoke volumes. The two of you walked in companionable silence, enjoying the peacefulness of the day as the dogs bounded through the snow.

Back home, you prepared a simple dinner together. Megumi wasn’t much of a cook, but he stayed by your side, helping where he could and listening to your stories. He even cracked a rare joke, his quiet laugh making you smile.

The evening ended with the two of you curled up on the couch, the dogs resting at your feet. The soft glow of the Christmas tree filled the room as you leaned against Megumi, his arm resting lightly around your shoulders.

“This is nice,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his gaze fixed on the tree. “Yeah. It is.”

For Megumi, Christmas wasn’t about extravagant gestures or loud festivities—it was about the quiet moments spent with someone he cared about. And in those moments, you could feel how deeply he loved you, even if he didn’t always say it out loud.

Yuji itadori

Spending Christmas with Yuji Itadori was an explosion of energy, laughter, and warmth. His enthusiasm for the holiday was contagious, turning every moment into an adventure. Christmas with Yuji was always filled with spontaneous joy, and despite his boisterous nature, you couldn’t help but feel how much he treasured the time spent with you.

The morning began early, as Yuji was practically bouncing off the walls from excitement. “Wake up! It’s Christmas!” he shouted, pulling the blankets off the bed before you had even opened your eyes.

You groaned, pulling the covers back over your head, but Yuji wasn’t having it. “Come on! Let’s open presents!” he begged, practically dragging you out of bed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his childlike enthusiasm. As you made your way to the living room, you saw the tree you’d decorated together—Yuji had insisted on adding a ridiculous amount of tinsel and more lights than necessary, but it made the whole room feel alive with holiday spirit.

When you sat down to open gifts, Yuji handed you his first, a goofy grin on his face. “I hope you like it!” he said excitedly. Inside was a hand-drawn sketchbook—something he’d carefully chosen after hearing you mention wanting to start a new hobby.

“Yuji… this is really thoughtful,” you said, surprised by how much care he’d put into it.

His face lit up. “I thought you’d like it! I know you’ve been talking about drawing more.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweetness of the gesture, and you handed him your own gift—a warm hoodie you knew he’d wear constantly. He gasped in excitement and immediately put it on, pulling the hood over his head like he was ready to take on the world.

“Best gift ever!” Yuji said, giving you a hug. “Thank you!”

After breakfast, you both went outside to enjoy the snow. Yuji immediately started a snowball fight, targeting you with a grin. “Bet you can’t dodge this!” he yelled, launching a snowball at you.

You ducked just in time, retaliating with one of your own. It quickly turned into a full-blown battle, with you both laughing and running around in the snow like kids. Yuji’s laughter filled the air, and even though he was competitive, it was clear he was just happy to be spending the day with you.

Later, as the evening came, you both settled in front of the Christmas tree, exhausted but happy. Yuji had convinced you to watch one of his favorite holiday movies, and though it was cheesy, you couldn’t help but enjoy the silly jokes and the way Yuji got so into it.

“This is the best Christmas ever!” Yuji said, practically glowing as he leaned back into the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment. “I think so too, Yuji.”

As the night wound down, Yuji pulled you close, his arm around you as you both watched the lights on the tree twinkle. He was quiet for a moment, before he turned to you with a serious expression.

“Hey… thanks for spending Christmas with me,” he said softly. “It means a lot.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Of course, Yuji. You make Christmas unforgettable.”

With Yuji, Christmas wasn’t about perfect plans or quiet moments—it was about sharing your joy, your laughter, and the simple happiness of being with someone who made every day feel like a celebration.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, innocence corruption, purity kink, sexualization of religious imagery, teasing, masturbation, voyeurism, mentions of sex toys, mostly just really suggestive, sub!virgin!matt, experienced!pervy!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 author's note: don't read if you're religious. it's going to offend you a lot if you do, and i really don't want to offend anyone. this fic is a bit of a slow burn with a lot of lead up and sexual tension before they actually do anything. :) i anticipate this storyline to have several parts.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: a good little christian boy named matt moves in next door, and once you find out he's a virgin, you test his morals, determined to tease him until he caves.

the song was requested by @greer2301 💖 (i hope i don't disappoint you with the storyline, and i'm sorry it took me so long to get to this one!)

me & u part one

It was a Saturday afternoon in your suburban neighborhood, the summer sun beating down on your face directly overhead. You stood in your front yard in a solid white t-shirt and jean shorts with a hand to your forehead, shading your eyes from the brightness, and your other hand on your hip as you watched a giant uhaul pull into the house next door that had been up for sale for as long as you'd lived there. An old, orange truck followed right behind it.

Were you finally getting new neighbors?

You watched as a handsome brunette with tattoos who looked to be about your age got out of the rust-colored vehicle. He was in a white tank top and faded blue jeans, and he was really cute. An older man, who you presumed was probably his dad, emerged from the driver's side of the uhaul.

The younger boy's blue eyes caught yours as he opened up the back of the truck to get out some boxes, and he shot you a shy smile and a small wave. You had to have him.

Several hours later, as the late afternoon sun was beginning to set in the sky, and after the boy and his father had a chance to unpack some of their belongings, you headed to your kitchen to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies, so you'd have a reason to go over and talk to him. Maybe find out his name, maybe find out if he was single or not.

You got out milk, eggs, flour, and chocolate chips, and after mixing them all together, you portioned out perfect little dough blobs and stuck the pan into your oven, nearly burning yourself, and set a timer.

Once they were done baking, you beelined it for your new neighbor's house with a plate of fresh, homemade chocolate chips cookies and a glass of milk.

When you stepped onto the lawn, the blue-eyed boy was walking down the steps of his new porch, and he glanced up at you. "Hey. I'm your new neighbor. I saw you guys unpacking your stuff. I figured you could stand to take a break from unloading boxes and have some cookies," you said, offering him the plate.

"Hey, thanks," he said smiling, accepting the plate and the glass from you. He thought you were really pretty, and talking to you really brought out his shy side.

"What's your name?" You asked, studying all his attractive features up close in the golden hour lighting, his perfectly-shaped nose, his pretty teeth, and his luscious, pink lips. You loved the way the sun was hitting his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Matt," he responded timidly. You introduced yourself to himself as well. "You gonna invite me in?" You peeked over his shoulder and in through his doorway, walking past him and letting yourself in. "Uh, sure. There's not much in there yet," Matt replied, following you into his brand new house.

"Uh, sorry about the mess," Matt nervously apologized, gesturing towards the general disarray. "I get it. I've moved before," you responded understandingly. The walls were empty, and so was the rest of the room besides a kitchen table, some kitchen chairs, and several half-unpacked boxes, overflowing with dishes and kitchen appliances.

You admired the dark brown, hardwood flooring, the matching cabinets, and the gorgeous granite countertops. He placed the plate of cookies on the island in the center of the room and took a bite out of one. "Mmm. Still warm," he grinned at you, washing the sugary treat down with the milk you gave him.

"How old are you?" You asked him, your eyes drawn to his strong, veiny hands and his rings on his long, slender fingers. "Twenty-one," he told you. "Same," you responded while you watched him devour another one of your cookies. "These are really good," he complimented your baking, blushing and wiping a few crumbs from his mouth.

"Was that guy who was unloading stuff with you, your dad?" You asked him, and he nodded. "Yeah, he left to go get us some food for tonight," he mumbled in between bites.

"Naughty boy. Spoiling your dinner," you lowered your voice and smirked at him. You noticed his eyes subtly widen, and he stopped chewing for a second.

"You should show me your room," you seductively said, biting your lip. "Uh, sure. Again, there's not much in it," Matt shrugged, completely oblivious to your overt flirting.

You started up his stairs, admiring the sturdy banister, imagining how good it would feel to have him fuck you over it, and once you got to the top of the stairs, you turned around, noticing Matt behind you, his eyes glued to your ass.

You gave him a look that silently asked, like what you see? He pulled his gaze from your bottom to your eyes with a guilty look on his face like a puppy dog that had gone to the bathroom somewhere he shouldn't have.

"Which one's your room?" You asked him. "Third door on the left," he said, clearing his throat and trying to pretend he wasn't just checking you out. You led the way, even though you knew the layout even less than he did.

You turned the knob and pushed open his door. His bed was already set up with flannel sheets and throw pillows, and on the opposite wall, a desk with a laptop and a few books on it. As you peered out the window, you realized you had a direct view of his room from your room.

He had a connected bathroom, and as you wandered into there, you admired the sage green back splash of the shower through the transparent shower door. You imagined how steamy the two of you could make the glass.

Other than that, more scattered boxes decorated the area, some opened, some not.

"What are you gonna do with the place?" You wondered, pacing around his room. "I want to paint it," he said, scanning the room with his eyes. "What color?" You inquired, wandering back over towards the entrance to his room and subtly shutting and locking his door while he was distracted by deliberating your question.

"Still not sure. Wanted to go for something cooler, darker. Maybe a forest green or a stone blue. Something earthy," he mumbled, wondering if he had taken too long to answer your question. You could tell he was nervous and shy, and you found it extremely endearing.

"That sounds awesome. I'm gonna help you paint it," you stated, taking a step closer to him. "Sure, that'd be nice of you," he said agreeably. "What are you doing tomorrow? You should come see the badass treehouse I have in my backyard. It's really private up there. We can do anything you want," you chewed on your lip, looking him up and down.

"We can smoke some weed and just talk. Or smoke some weed and not talk," you said, standing on your tippy toes and whispering into his ear while you took your pointer finger and seductively caressed his chest. You noticed a small tent forming in his pants.

He liked how dominant and direct your demeanor was, but he was worried you may have misread his character. He had never smoked weed and had never had sex. Still, the way you spoke to him and touched him turned him on.

He grabbed a pillow off his bed and held it in front of his erection as if it were less obvious. "You'd better take care of that," you teased him, glancing down at his bulge. "Uh, I don't do that. My dad and I are going to church tomorrow morning," he swallowed anxiously, blushing at your observation.

"You don't what? You don't smoke, or you don't jerk off?" You asked, smirking at him. "Uh, I don't smoke," he nervously smiled. "Isn't it a sin to jerk off? You really are a naughty boy, aren't you?" You maliciously grinned at him. His breath caught in his throat, and he started to look at you in desperation, but he caught himself, immediately shifting his gaze around uncomfortably.

"You could come if you want," he offered, his eyes still darting around the room as if he were afraid to look at you. "I can cum if I want?" You teased him. "To church. You could come with us to church," he clarified, looking down and reaching behind his head with his tattooed arm to nervously rub the back of his neck. You loved making him nervous.

"Why? So you can watch me burst into flames?" You jumped at him, putting your fingers up behind your head, making devil horns while you playfully smiled at him, but he still jumped back, startled by your joke, and he nervously giggled at it once he realized you were probably kidding. A good little Christian boy.

"You know, you're cute enough that I'd consider going to church with you. But it's really hard to beat getting high in my treehouse and touching myself, so I think I'm gonna pass," you told him.

His jaw dropped and a needy expression overcame his face while he imagined you sitting on the floor of a treehouse, one hand holding a joint between your lips, and the other down the front of your unbuttoned denim shorts.

"Maybe I'll still be up there when church lets out," you tempted him. He couldn't believe how comfortable you were saying all that out loud. "You think I'm cute?" He asked, raising his eyebrows, still processing everything you'd just casually admitted in the last few seconds.

"Yeah, and you think I'm cute," you confidently stated, staring at the throw pillow in front of his pants. His cheeks turned a deep shape of red, and he wiped away a bead of sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly, you heard the low rumbling of an old truck and a car door shut. "Uh, I think my dad's home. I don't think we should be up here alone with my door shut and locked when he walks in," Matt said, wide-eyed.

He reached into his jeans to tuck his erection into his waistband. You watched in awe, hoping to get a peak, but he was too quick about it. He headed out of his room, and you trailed behind.

When his dad materialized through the front door, you and Matt were descending the stairs into the kitchen again. "Oh. Hi. You already made a friend, Matt?" His dad smiled at you, put the Cane's bag on the counter, and stuck out his hand for you to shake. His hands were rough and calloused. You daintily shook his hand, shot him an innocent smile, and introduced yourself.

"Yeah, she's our neighbor. She brought us over some cookies," Matt motioned towards the nearly empty plate. "I kinda ate most of them," he giggled. "How kind of you," the older man commented. "I'd offer you some food, but I only planned on feeding the two of us," he motioned towards his son.

"Oh, please. Don't worry. You guys moved in like six hours ago. I don't expect you to feed me," you responded. "I just wanted to pop in and introduce myself. Bring you something sweet," you innocently tilted your head at Matt's father.

"I'll give Matt my number in case you guys need any help unpacking or painting or anything," you grinned over at Matt. "Y-Yeah, sure," Matt stumbled over his words, fidgeting with his phone in his pocket, and handing it to you nervously.

You saved your contact in his phone with a peach emoji, a wet water emoji, and a heart beside your name, and when you handed it back to him, his eyes subtly widened, and he cleared his throat. "Thanks," he muttered. "I'll catch you around," you smiled and subtly winked at Matt, and then you saw yourself out to let the men enjoy their food and get a good night's rest after a long day of heavy lifting.

When you stepped out into the night, you got a closer look at their truck. It was a rust-colored Dodge Dakota from the 70's with a cross hanging in the rearview mirror, and there was a bible on the dashboard. You wondered just how strong Matt's morals were, and what you'd have to do to get them to bend - or even break - for you.

After Matt and his dad sat down at their table and ate together, Matt excused himself to go take a shower. It was the first time he'd had a bathroom connected to his room, and he appreciated the convenience. It took him a few minutes to figure out how the temperature and pressure dials worked, and once he did, he stood underneath the hot water, letting it hit his sore back and soothe the aching muscles in his neck.

He washed his hair, and ran his soapy hands all over the rest of his body. He tried to focus on cleaning himself, but he couldn't help that he was having dirty thoughts. He tried to push his impure fantasies about you to the back of his mind, but the more he tried to run away from them, the more they persisted.

He was pretty sure by now that you were flirting with him. He'd felt the sexual tension between the two of you while you guys stood in his locked bedroom together. He wished his dad hadn't come home when he did, because he wanted to know just how bold you were and how far you would have taken it.

He started getting hard again, and no matter how hard he fought the urge, his hand had a mind of its own. It was the one sin Matt was weakest to - lust. His fingers slithered down below his waist, and he started massaging his cock while his mind was flooded with you.

He imagined what it would have been like to see under your clothes, how your lips would have felt against his neck, and how your fingers would have felt wrapped around his dick like he had his now.

He pumped his hand back and forth over his length, caressing every vein and coaxing a few whimpers from his pretty mouth. Matt was saving himself for marriage, but he could still fantasize about you, right?

He pictured you on top of him with your breasts bouncing in his face. He imagined you straddling him, how wet and tight you'd feel enveloping his rod, and how pornographic your moans would sound. He fisted his cock urgently, his eyes rolling back and his jaw hanging open. The neediest sounds poured from Matt's lips as he replayed the way you sounded when you called him a naughty boy.

It didn't take much before ropes of cum were painting the shower floor, and Matt watched breathlessly as his hot, thick fluid mixed with the water and circled the drain. He immediately felt ashamed after, knowing God didn't make your body as beautiful as it was for Matt to fulfill his carnal desires with.

He figured you'd be disgusted with him if you ever knew. Little did he know, if you had any idea what he was doing behind his steamy shower door, you would have found it flattering.

He finished rinsing himself of his sin, and he grabbed a towel, one of the few things he had unpacked in his bathroom, wrapping it around his waist and stepping out of the shower.

It was right at this time that you were laying in your bed in the dark, trying to fall asleep when you rolled over and noticed Matt's bedroom light come on across the way. You caught a glimpse of Matt through your window in his room in just a towel, having just finished up in the shower.

You couldn't pull your eyes away from him. He looked so good with his hair all wet, and you admired his shirtless figure and the 'v' shaped lines that pointed down to his cock that you were dying to see.

You held your breath as he turned and dropped his towel. You couldn't see much, but you caught a glimpse of his bare ass for a few seconds before he slipped his pajama pants on, and you couldn't deny how cute it was.

Blissfully unaware that you could see him, he knelt down at his bedside and started to pray. You wondered if this was an every night occurrence, and for the most part it was, but Matt would spend an extra long time praying whenever he'd committed a lustful sin, which was more often than not. You peered at him from the comfort of your bedroom, wondering how good he'd look on his knees for you.

After about ten minutes of praying, Matt climbed to his feet, shut off his bedroom light, and crawled between his sheets to drift off to dreamland.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You were pulled from your deep sleep the next morning at about 8 a.m. by the sound of your phone vibrating next to you. At first, you ignored it, thinking you were getting a text, but when the buzzing against your night stand continued, you realized you had an incoming call.

You didn't recognize the number, but you still answered. "Hello?" You sleepily mumbled into the phone. "Uh, hi," you immediately recognized the shy voice that responded to you. "Last chance for you to come to church with me. I'm leaving in half an hour," Matt told you.

"You wake up at 8 a.m. every Sunday to go to church?" You asked in a groggy tone. "Actually, I've been up for about an hour," he told you. "Do you have any coffee at your place?" You asked him, rubbing your eyes. "I don't even have a coffee maker at my place," he laughed. "I mean, I do somewhere, but it's still packed up."

"I'll come with you to church if we can stop for coffee on the way," you smiled into the phone. "Uh, yeah. We can do that," Matt said, attempting to conceal his excitement about you agreeing to go to church with him.

"Do I have to wear a dress?" You wondered. "You don't have to, but I'd like to see you in one," Matt replied, biting his lip. "I'll be over in like fifteen minutes. In my sunday best," you answered before you hung up.

You put on an off-white, vintage smock dress that synched at your waist and had long, puffy sleeves. You brushed your teeth, combed through your hair, and ran downstairs.

You were greeted by a confused look from your mother. "Where are you going so early looking so nice?" She asked, peering up from the book she was reading. "To church," you casually said, resting your hand on the doorknob. "Church?" Your mom said confused. "Yeah, I made a new friend. I'll be home later!" You called out before shutting the door behind you.

You made your way over to the boy next door's house, and you knocked while you waited patiently on his porch. A few seconds later, Matt opened the door and his eyes danced across your outfit. "Wow," Matt whispered, taking in the sight of you in a dress. He thought you looked like a fairy.

You looked him up and down as well, admiring his black slacks and black button-down long sleeve. You admired his emerald green tie, wondering how it would feel to grab him by it.

He had a notebook in his hand, and you glanced at his long, slender fingers again that were wrapped around the cover of the book, dreaming about how they'd feel curled inside of you. "What's the notebook for?" You asked. "Oh, nothing. It's just my journal."

"Your diary?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "You write about me in it last night?" You bit your lip at him. "No," he looked away and blushed. "Well, what do I have to do to get you to write about me in there, hmm?" You cooed, reaching for Matt's tie and fiddling with it while you flirted with him.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked, ignoring your question and looking a bit annoyed at you. "Yeah, are we just waiting for your dad?" You asked, gaze still fixed on his black-painted nails, and your mind still fixed in the gutter.

"My dad's not feeling so good. I think the elevation change kind of got to him, so he's staying home today," Matt responded, nervous to be alone with you, but you stared at him hungrily. "Just me and you?" You lustfully asked. You couldn't wait to be alone with him. He sheepishly nodded. "Well, I'm ready if you're ready," you chewed on your lip.

The two of you left to get coffee. You got a frozen caramel coffee drink, and Matt just got a black coffee.

Since Matt was new to the area, he had you navigate the two of you to the first place of worship that came up when he searched for Christian churches, and the two of you showed up just in time for the 9 o'clock service to start.

Matt backed his truck in to a spot on the side of the building, and the two of you slipped into the church, relieved that no one greeted you or asked if it was your first time there. You guys wanted to avoid the spotlight and just take your seats somewhere near the back.

An energetic man walked out onto the stage and immediately drew in the attention of the crowd. It didn't take long before you realized it was one of those weird, eccentric churches where the pastor claimed to be not like the other pastors, but he really just seemed like he was trying to use God as a way to get into people's wallets.

The sermon given revolved around the first book of the Bible, the Garden of Eden, original sin, and the way Adam and Eve gave into temptation. The whole time, you just listened quietly, your eyes shifting back and forth between the man giving the sermon and Matt, who seemed to be in a trance.

The service lasted about an hour and a half, and after the closing prayer, you and Matt shuffled out of the church along with the rest of the crowd, and you made your way back to the truck. On the way back home, you sat next to Matt in the truck that he and his dad shared, facing the shy brunette boy while you mulled over the service given today.

"Do you think Adam and Eve fucked in the garden?" You asked him, breaking the silence and looking at him seductively. Matt pulled his eyes off the road and glanced over at you for a second. "What!?" He asked in an appalled voice.

"Like the apple and the snake. You think those are just code words for something else?" You wondered, chewing on your lip. "I don't think you should be talking about stories in the Bible like that," he widened his eyes at you as if you were about to be struck by lightning.

"I mean, that's what they're alluding to, though, right?" You suggested. "I-I don't know. I never thought that far into it," Matt responded, dumbfounded. "You think Adam and Eve liked getting punished by God?" You smirked at Matt.

His cheeks grew red, he swallowed hard, and he started wiping his sweaty palms off on his button-down. He looked so cute when he was all flustered. "You think Adam was a naughty boy and liked getting caught eating Eve's fruit?" You said, slowly parting your legs and flashing Matt a sneak peak of what was under the skirt of your dress.

His eyes were immediately drawn to the little damp spot on the front of your white panties. "You're all wet.." Matt whispered, wide-eyed, unable to pull his eyes from between your thighs. "I know. I can't help it when you're around," you muttered, parting your legs a little further and gently petting yourself over your underwear.

"Please don't make me sin," Matt peered up at you with his needy, blue eyes. "I can't make you do anything," you teased him, brushing your finger over the soaked spot on the cotton fabric. "If you sin, it's because you want to."

"You're making this so hard for me," he whined, his eyes dancing between the road and the juicy treasure between your thighs. "You're right, I'll stop. I don't want us to crash," you smirked at him, pulling your hand away from your special place and slamming your legs shut.

The desperation on his face turned to disappointment. He didn't want you to stop, but he was riddled with guilt and shame about the way he was thinking about you.

"Can we stop at a store on the way home? I need to pick something up," you asked him. "Sure. Just tell me where to go," Matt responded quietly, still trying to clean his mind of the image of you spreading open your legs and gently rubbing the wet spot on your panties.

You led Matt to a parking lot with a sex shop in the plaza, and it was then that he realized you were up to no good. "Why are we stopping here?" Matt inquired, his wide eyes shifting back and forth between you and the shop you told him to park in front of.

"Don't worry about it. I just need to go in for a minute. It won't take long," you said, unfastening your seatbelt. "Well, you shouldn't go in alone," Matt killed the engine and started eagerly unbuckling his seat belt as well. "Yeah? You gonna protect me from all the dildos?" You chuckled, knowing he couldn't protect you from anything if he tried.

Secretly, he just had never been inside an adult entertainment shop, and considering sex was almost all he thought about besides God, he was curious. But he'd never admit it out loud.

The two of you walked in through the front door, clearly both in church clothes, and the girl at the front counter greeted you by name. "Who's this handsome devil?" The cashier asked, motioning towards Matt, and he blushed.

"This is my new neighbor. His name is Matt. We just got back from church," you told her. "Hot. It's always the religious ones that are a little freaky," the girl said, eyeing Matt and biting her lip. "I-I'm not," Matt quickly said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, he's a virgin," you whispered loudly. "A-am not!" Matt defensively said, turning bright red. "We're not here for him. I was actually looking into getting a new vibrator. I like the ones I have already, but I just want something with a little extra kick, you know?" You told her.

"I have the perfect thing for you," she winked at you, and she started to lead you towards the back. As the three of you walked past the magazines and DVDs, Matt's eye caught the cover of a few, and he started growing hard in his black slacks. He prayed neither of you would notice, trying to adjust himself as subtly as possible.

"This is the womanizer. We just got a shipment of them in this morning," the woman held up a toy. "And this part right here uses airflow and pressure while it vibrates to simulate oral sex," she informed you, turning on the toy and holding it out for you to feel.

"Wow," you said, your eyes twinkling as you felt the sensation against the tip of you finger while you imagined how it would feel elsewhere. "You sold me. Which color should I get, Matt?" You asked, looking over at your cute neighbor who was still trying to fix the erection forming in his pants.

Your eyes flicked down at the way the fabric strained around it, you smiled, and then you looked back up at Matt's embarrassed expression. "Um. Pink, I guess," Matt quietly responded. "Yeah? Like the color of your lips?" You smirked at him, knowing your comment was going to fluster him.

He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Whew. Is it kinda warm in here?" Matt asked, loosening his tie and turning an ever deeper shade of red. "I want a pink one," you said, turning back to the sex shop worker. She smirked at Matt and the tent growing in his pants before she wandered off to the back to go grab you a packaged one.

"You come here so often, they know you by name?" Matt quietly asked you. "What can I say? I like sex. Sex with myself, sex with another person, sex with more than one other person," you chuckled. "You've had sex? How many guys?" Matt asked, sounding a little jealous. "A lady doesn't fuck and tell," you whispered, winking at Matt before the woman reappeared with the vibrator you and Matt had just picked out.

"Are you sure you don't want a sex toy recommendation, pretty boy?" The cashier turned towards Matt. He glanced between the two of you like a deer in headlights. "Uh. N-no, thank you," Matt studdered, wiping sweat from his brow.

The three of you made it back to the front of the store, walking past BDSM gear and lingerie. "Okay, with your employee discount, it's gonna be $40 even," the girl smiled at you.

"Thanks, Carly. By the way, since I'm here, can I get my paycheck?" You asked, handing her the cash in your wallet. "Yeah, girl. Of course. I'll be right back," she told you after shoving your crinkled twenty dollar bills into the register.

"You work here?" Matt asked, looking at you wide-eyed. "Just part-time," you responded. "And your co-workers know," Matt gulped. "That you masturbate?" He whispered. "Yeah, I mean, if they're the ones thinking about it in their free time, that's their prerogative," you chuckled at Matt.

Carly reappeared from getting your paycheck and handed it off to you. "See you on Tuesday!" You waved goodbye and left the store with Matt trailing behind you.

"Why would you embarrass me like that and tell her I'm a virgin?" Matt asked you, starting up his truck. "Sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you! I was just being honest. Plus, some girls find it hot," you smiled at him while you buckled your seatbelt.

"Really? Do you?" Matt inquired, putting the truck into reverse and backing out of the parking space. "What do you think?" You narrowed your gaze at him. "I-I don't know. Is that a rhetorical question?" He asked, still bright red from the interaction with the sex shop lady while he shifted into drive. "C'mon, Matthew. Let's go home," you turned your gaze back to the road in front of you guys.

"Okay, if you tell my dad we went into a sex shop, he's going to kill me," Matt looked over at you with a serious expression as he pulled into his driveway. "Why would I tell him that? Plus, you're not going home just yet. We're gonna go hang out in my treehouse. Remember?" You reminded Matt, slugging him in the arm.

"I-I don't wanna smoke weed," Matt admitted to you. "That's fine. You don't have to. I'm not gonna make you. But I am going to smoke weed, and you can hang out with me up there while I do, and we can just talk. Get to know each other better," you suggested, staring at Matt's lips and licking your own. "Okay," Matt hesitantly agreed.

He followed you through the wooden gate on the side of your house into your backyard where the two of you climbed the rope ladder up to your treehouse. Matt noted how much bigger the structure looked on the inside once you and he were in it.

You made your way over to a bag you had stuffed in a crevice in the wooden-pannel flooring, and Matt's nose wrinkled as a pungent smell filled the air when you opened it. Matt noted that it contained a lighter, rolling papers, and several nugs of a green substance.

"You keep your weed up here?" Matt asked you, his eyes widening. He'd never seen it in person, just in movies and in pictures where teachers in school were showing him what to stay away from. "The devil's lettuce," he remembered church leaders referring to it at sermons.

"Yeah, my mom's one of those people who's in denial about everything, so if I keep it out of her sight, she can more easily pretend I don't," you snickered. You sat down on the floor with your back up against the wall, and Matt was directly across from you, leaning up against the opposite wall.

You started to roll a joint, grinding the flower up with your fingers while you watched Matt's nervous expression. "So, why don't you smoke? Does it make you paranoid or something?" You asked him as you rolled. "I don't know. I've never tried it," Matt shrugged.

"Why not?" You questioned him, licking the joint sealed as you stared into his innocent, blue eyes. "It goes against God's word," he confidently told you. "Where does it say you can't smoke weed in the Bible?" You asked, lighting the end of the paper.

"The Bible says you shouldn't alter your state of mind," Matt replied, watching the smoke from your marijuana cigarette slowly drift out the window of your treehouse. "But you had coffee this morning? Caffeine is a drug and a consciousness-altering substance," you smirked at Matt, using his own logic against him.

"That's different," he said, rolling his eyes. "How? Is it because you're one of those cherry-pick Christians?" You taunted him, blowing out another plume of smoke. "You're gonna get me second-hand high," Matt snarked at you, unbuttoning the top button on his shirt and covering his nose and mouth with it.

"You didn't answer my question. Listen, I don't care if you pick and choose what things to listen to or not, but I was just curious as to how you know what you're gonna follow or not. And you're not gonna get high. I'd have to hold you down and blow it in your mouth," you sneered at him.

The idea of you pinning him down had Matt's palms sweating and his heart racing.

"You get turned on really easily, don't you?" You seductively spoke, taking another drag. The end of the joint crackled while you inhaled. Matt licked his lips and subtly nodded.

"Naughty boy," your lips curled into a malicious grin, knowing this would drive him crazy. Matt hugged his knees up towards his chest to hide the fact that he was getting another hard on.

"So, tell me, Matt," you took a final drag off the joint and put it out. "Do you think it's a sin to masturbate?" You inquired. "Well, yeah," Matt shifted around uncomfortably. "But you still do it," you smirked at him. He silently looked at you, neither confirming nor denying your accusation.

"What's the difference if someone else did it for you?" You stared at him lustfully, testing him. "I guess I'm not sure," Matt softly responded. "Well, you should think about that," you told him as you started opening the package that contained your new vibrator.

"W-what are you doing?" Matt asked nervously. "I'm just testing it out," you assured him. "In front of me?" Matt inquired, his eyes growing wider. "Relax. I'm not gonna get off with it in front of you. Unless you want me to," you smirked at him, turning on the vibrator and running it across your palm and your wrist.

"Here, feel it," you said, crawling over beside Matt and placing it on his fingertips. "Wow. That probably feels really good," Matt quietly responded, imagining how you'd sound and look with it between your legs. "I can't wait to use it tonight," you whispered in his ear, gently grazing his earlobe with your lip. Matt's stare flicked up to meet yours while you ran the toy across his palm.

"Are you gonna think about me?" You were shocked at the words that left Matt's mouth. It was the most forward he'd been with you, and it kind of turned you on. "Of course, I am. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I met you," you quietly whispered, your gaze dancing between his perfectly blue eyes and his full, pink lips.

The tension in the air was palpable, and you felt a magnetic-like pull as the two of you leaned in to close the distance that lingered between the two of you. And just as your lips were about to touch, you heard your mom calling your name from inside the house.

You pulled back, shut off your buzzing toy, and sighed. Matt was looking at you with a desperate and needy expression. You leaned in and whispered in his ear again, "I've gotta go. Text me. And when you write about me in your diary tonight, make sure you call me mommy."

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remembering a few years ago when one of my friends made a joke about heroin and my other friend was like "don't joke about heroin they (me) almost lost a family member to it!!!" and i immediately went "no she's fine that was funny as fuck lmao"

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My Angel

Lando Norris x Black!VS Angel!reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

a/n: why was this actually so cute???

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“Hi, baby!” You smiled widely looking at Lando throught your phone. “Hi, love!” He smiled wider at hearing your voice. “Did you get my flowers?” He asked and you nodded, flipping the camera to show him the pink tulips that were wrapped in a beautiful paper. “I’m sorry I can’t be there baby.” He sighed sadly, but you shook your head. “Don’t be sorry, we both have priorities, but I will see you as soon as this is over right?” She promised him. “Yeah, you will.” He said before there was a lot of shouting and flashing lights coming from his picture. “Lando? Where are you?”

“Sorry, baby, Have to go! Love you!”

Maia stared at her phone as the call ended. “Okay then.” She set her phone down as her glamsquad chuckled. “That boy.” Elliot– your makeup artist- laughed. He was apart of your personal glam squad and was there with you at almost every event you went to. “He’s something alright.” You laughed.

“We are backstage with Y/N L/N! This is so exciting! Her Debut Victoria Secret Fashion Show! How do you feel?” Tefi asked you and you screamed lightly. “I am so excited!” You said straightaway. “As you said it’s my first time ever doing Victoria Secret. It’s just going to be fabulous. I just can't wait to walk with all the icons. I have wings!” You said breathlessly in shock.

Tefi laughed at your dramatics. “That’s always been a dream of mine so…” You bit your tongue excitdley. “Wait, give me a hint about your wings.” Tefi asked quietly. “Ooh- um…” You thought, “Big and shiny.” You concluded. “Oooh, okay, okay. Are there going to be any familiar faces in the crowd?” She asked and you smiled.

“My parents are here, which is exciting, but it is a race week so that group will not be here.” You said with a frown that Tefi also shared with you. “I know Lando is cheering you on though!” She said happily. “I’m sure he is. He’s my biggest supporter and I love him.” You smiled. “Well, last but not least. What would you say to anyone who wants to become a Victoria Secret model?”

You thought about it before answering. “Well, I am here for being authentically myself. That’s something every angel should know. Be yourself and do what you love. You are gorgeous just as you are. Never be afraid to be yourself, just because no one has ever been you before, doesn’t mean you can’t be. Never forget how gorgeous you are!” You pointed to the camera with a wink. 

On the pink carpet: 

"Wow! Such a large group we have here!" Olivia, the interviewer, said with a chuckle as the camera panned over the smiling faces of Lando and his friends. The drivers and their partners were all dressed to the nines, their presence drawing plenty of attention as they gathered on the pink carpet.

Lando grinned and rubbed the back of his neck, his excitement barely contained. "Yeah, I guess we brought the whole gang out tonight!" he laughed. "It’s not every day we get to surprise Y/N like this, so we thought, why not go all out?"

Olivia beamed at the group. "I love that you all made the effort, especially during race week! It’s not exactly a light time for you all." She raised an eyebrow playfully. "So, Lando, whose idea was it to pull off this surprise?"

"Honestly, it was a bit of a team effort," Lando admitted. "We all knew how much this meant to Y/N, and she was kind of bummed when she thought none of us could make it." He glanced at Max F. , who gave a knowing nod. "I was always going to come and surprise her, but I think it was Lewis who actually threw out the idea for all of us to come, but once it was in the air, we all just jumped on board. We coordinated our schedules, got permission from the teams—some logistical magic had to happen," he added with a chuckle. "But it was so worth it."

Olivia tilted her head, intrigued. "Y/N has no idea you guys are here, does she?"

Lando shook his head. "Nope, not a clue," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I facetimed her from the car, hoping she would think I was headed to the hotel.” He laughed. “She’s gonna be so shocked when she sees us in the audience." There was a hint of affection in his voice as he spoke. "She’s worked really hard for this, and I just wanted to make sure she knew how proud we all are of her."

"That's incredibly sweet," Olivia commented. "It’s clear there’s a lot of love and support in this group. And with so many of you here, it’s almost like a little F1 family reunion."

"Yeah, it kinda feels that way!" Lando agreed, glancing around at his friends. "It’ll be fun to see how Y/N reacts—though I’m not sure if she’ll be more excited or nervous seeing all of us watching her!"

The other drivers chuckled, sharing a look that showed just how much they enjoyed being part of the surprise. Olivia smiled warmly at Lando and the group. "Well, I have a feeling she’s going to love it. I can’t wait to see the moment she spots you all out there."

Lando’s grin widened, a mix of anticipation and pride in his expression. "Neither can I. It’s going to be a night to remember, that’s for sure."

The runway:

As you stepped onto the runway, the lights catching the metalic of your wings, you felt the excitement pulse through you. Each stride was powerful, confident, the rhythmic click of your heels drowning under the live performance and the cheers from the crowd surrounding you. But then, amidst the applause and flashing cameras, a familiar sound catches your ear—voices cheering just a little louder than the rest. 

You glance to your left, and there they are—Lando standing and clapping- and the entire crew, clapping from their seats, grinning from ear to ear. Your heart skipped a beat, but you didn't miss a step. Instead, you let a playful smile dance across your lips, keeping your gaze fixed on them as you waved with both arms to the audience, but your group knew it was for them. 

As you reached the end of the runway, you paused and struck your final pose, arching your back ever so slightly to accentuate the curve of your wings, hands resting on your hips. You held the pose, eyes glancing at all the strategically placed cameras. 

Turning on your heel, you began the walk back, your steps just as graceful as before, the cheers still ringing out. You take one last look over your shoulder at the crowd—at them—before disappearing backstage, your heart racing with exhilaration.

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When the show had ended you were throwing your final items in your bag as someone wrapped their arms around you. “Aah!” You screamed through laughter knowing exactly who it was. “Lando!” You scolded gently as he put you down. “Did you really think we would miss this?” He asked his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “Well, yes.” You nodded your head and he laughed before leaning down to kiss you.

“Everyone’s outside waiting for you. Come on.” He grabbed your bag as you grabbed your tulips. “You did amazing tonight!” You both turned and saw the Hadid sisters coming up. “Thank you so much. That means so much to me.” You said mildly star struck. You ended up taking a picture with them, and then Adriana, Tyra, Barbara -who you bonded over being surprised by your significant others with- Jasmine, and Alex Cosani, who you had become very close with over the whole show period.

“You ready?” Lando asked you as you made it to the stage door. “Ready.” You nodded. As Lando opened the door many lights blinded you both. You waved to all the fans who were lined up outside. You signed a few photos and got a few pictures before you were running up to all your friends in a giant group hug.

“I can’t believe you guys did this for me.” You laughed as you all started walking away. “Of course we would come!” Alexandra said, laying a head on your shoulder. “Thank you all so much. It means the world to me.” Lewis came and wrapped an arm around her shoulder when Alex lifted her head. “I had to make sure we supported you. This was all my idea!”

“Hey!” They all laughed when they heard Lando.

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What an unreal moment this was!!! ✨I've watched this clip the whole flight from NewYork to Austin and I'm still in awe. So much work and dedication went into this and I couldn't be prouder. Walking that stage alogside a group of the most incredible women, I carried my purpose with me representing you all✨

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Movie Night

When horror movies don't scare you anymore, your boyfriend wants to figure out what you are afraid of.

⤑ pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader (feat. the Daegu boys) ⤑ genre: horror, mystery, suspense, one-shot ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.1k ⤑ warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, depictions of kidnapping, torture, and multiple murders, hidden camera, non-explicit sex, a bit of angst, open ending. this fic gets pretty dark, so please be cautious of the warnings! ⤑ note: happy halloween! this started as a little spooky shower thought i had a little over a month ago and became this lol. i love reading scary stories, but lmao, i feel like i'm not very good at writing them. thank you @angelicyoongie for assuring me that this isn't as terrible as i think it is. also please note that this is a work of fiction and i don't think IRL jungkook is like the character in this fic at all

“No, please! Don’t hurt me!”

The shadow of a muscular, male figure looms over the female protagonist. His breaths are heavy from chasing her around, barely visible against the chilly, October air. Finally, he has her cornered. He holds up a sharp knife in the air.

The woman trembles on the ground, sobbing and pleading for her life to be spared. Mascara runs down her cheeks, and a look of hopelessness and despair fills her eyes. She holds her hands in front of her in a feeble attempt to defend herself.

The camera pans away as the killer violently stabs the woman. Her terrifying screams of pain and anguish echoes from the TV screen as fake blood splatters on the wall.

Blue and white light bathes over you and your date in the dim living room. You try to suppress a long yawn with the back of your hand.

You’re so bored, you’re practically in tears.

“You didn’t like it?” Jungkook asks you, chuckling at your reaction.

“It didn’t scare me,” you admit sheepishly, hoping he doesn’t get the wrong idea.

You love horror movies. It’s what inspired you to become a film student. You love being on the edge of your seat from the thrill and suspense that the main character acts out. You love being genuinely shocked from unexpected twists and jump-scares. You love a good ghost story that haunts you long after the credits roll, or the paranoia of a similar terrifying incident happening to you.

But perhaps, over time, they’ve lost a bit of their magic.

Although the production of movies has become phenomenal in recent years, movies these days seem to rely too heavily on shock value and nostalgia. Once popular franchises are milking out their legacies to a newer audience. There are so many retellings of the same, old stories that you can already accurately predict what will happen before you reach the ending. Even some of the most climactic scenes of the movie are so over-the-top, they’re almost comical.

Honestly, it has nothing to do with your date or even the so-called horror movie itself. You just don’t scare as easily anymore.

Jungkook peers are you curiously, a boyish grin on his face. “Then, what are you scared of?”

“I don’t know. Probably nothing.”

“Yeah? That’s a bold statement.”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

Jungkook laughs. “You have to be scared of something.”

You throw the question back at him. “Then, what are you afraid of?”

He thinks about it, rubbing his chin in thought and pushing his tongue against the lip rings on his mouth. Then, he meets your gaze. There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he smiles at you. “Hmm, I think I’d be scared to lose you.”

You find yourself smiling back at him.

“You’re so sweet, Kook,” you tell him, leaning over to kiss him.

Only recently, you and Jungkook started dating officially, and you really like him a lot. He’s very cute, funny, handsome, and perfect in many ways. Butterflies flutter in your stomach when you’re around him, and there’s still that exciting giddiness and eagerness of new love whenever he messages you or visits you in the evening.

In some ways, Jungkook is almost too good to be true.

Part of you wonders if there’s a catch.

But with his lips on yours, it’s easy to push that thought aside.

Credits roll on the screen as the movie comes to an end. His fingers glide up your thigh as yours tangle into his hair. The cool piercing on his lips presses against your bottom lip as he slips his tongue in your mouth, and a soft moan escapes you.

Suddenly, Jungkook pulls away and faces the TV. He uses the remote to tap out of the movie credits and browse through the list of recommended shows on your streaming service. Casually, trying to hide a teasing smirk, he asks, “How about we watch a different movie, then?”

You stare back at him, a bit stunned and flustered. But your own smile touches your lips.

“Or,” you suggest, grabbing his wrist to lower the remote. He turns away from the screen to look at you, eyes lingering on the sultry smile on your lips. “I know something else we can do instead.”

When you first saw Jungkook, you thought you were being catfished.

His selfie on the dating app included a slight head tilt, a pucker of his pierced lips, and a peace sign. Big, doe-shaped eyes stared back at you from your phone screen, and you noticed the tiny moles below his lip, on the tip of his nose, and on his cheek.

The second picture was of him and his brown doberman, affectionately named Bam. The picture was taken of them outside. One of his hands was holding a tennis ball and the other was gently touching the dog’s long ears. A small, fond smile tugged on your lips when you looked between them and realized that they kind of looked alike.

The third picture was him at the gym. It was a back-shot where he was using the equipment. Broad shoulders, buff arms and back, a tiny waist. You stared way too long at his strong muscles and the ink on his arm before you finally swiped right.

Turned out, much to your surprise, he liked your pictures too. The two of you were a match.

And it wasn’t long until he sent his first message to you. In your inbox, a simple: “hey :)”

On your first date, the two of you agreed to meet at a very public, very crowded bistro. You stood nervously by the building, dressed nice for the occasion. And in case anything went wrong or if this Jungkook guy wasn’t who you expected him to be, you shared your location and had a “send help lol” message on standby for your bestie, Min Yoongi.

As you waited, scrolling through and jumping around different apps on your phone, you found yourself to be surprised yet again.

Someone who looked like the guy you’ve been chatting with called out your name. And soon, he was standing in front of you: big eyes, bigger muscles, tiny beauty marks on his face, colorful ink on his arm, a charming smile, and a simple, “Hey, I’m Jungkook.”

One date turned to a second date. Then, a third. And by the fourth date, as he laid in your bed that night and snuggled close to you, it finally started to sink in that Jungkook wasn’t some figment of your imagination.

He was real, and sweet, and seemed to really like you as well.

Jungkook, like you, had an interest in filming. He especially liked editing videos for his dance challenges, short clips, and a series he called “Golden Closet Film” on his channel. While you imagined yourself to be a big director, working in movie sets, and making scripts come to life with your vision, Jungkook told you he’d like to film a project where you’re the star.

“I don’t think I’m on-screen material,” you replied, amused by the idea. You’re not an actress. You don’t think you have the kind of beauty filmmakers seek out for their lead roles. Hell, if anything, Jungkook would be a better fit for an acting gig.

“You are,” he insisted, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. “To me, you’re perfect.”

You smiled at him then, your heart fluttering by his words. “You are to me, too.”

It was shortly after that conversation when you both decided to date each other exclusively. And it felt like the kind of romance you’d see in the movies. Picture perfect, a little corny at times, and a thrilling whirlwind of laughter, teasing remarks, and intimate touches.

“Am I who you thought I’d be?” Jungkook asks you the next morning after the movie-night bust, propping himself up on the side and peering down on you. His arm flexes, colorful ink decorating it, as the thick comforter wraps around his bare body.

“No,” you confessed, still a bit tired from last night. You keep your eyes closed as you quietly murmur, “You’re even better.”

“Yeah?”

You don’t need to open your eyes to see the pleased look on his face. As you feel him press his lips against your cheek, you ask, “What about me? Am I who you thought I’d be?”

Had you opened your eyes then, perhaps you would’ve seen it. The blank look on his face as he pulls away from you, how the light in his eyes suddenly seems to vanish, as if he isn’t really looking at you anymore.

Jungkook doesn’t answer you right away. When you open your eyes, you see him shaking his head. The same, sweet boyish smile appears on his lips.

“You’re exactly what I’m looking for.”

The topic about exes inevitably came up early on in your relationship with Jungkook. You’ve dated casually before. Even thought you’d be getting somewhere with some of the guys you were talking to.

But none of them quite compared to Kim Taehyung.

You were a film student. He was a photography major. The two of you were bound to end up in some of the same classes together in the art division.

To you, it was love at first sight. You fell for him so hard and so fast.

What started as bumping into each other at the library and helping each other with assignments led to making out at each other’s dorms with the text books left unopened. Coffee dates between classes became anniversary dinners at nice restaurants. He introduced you to his parents, and you proposed going on a romantic getaway together.

The day you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone else was when he snapped a photo of you looking out at the scenery during that weekend trip. It was just you and him, and a natural setting that looked straight out of a movie.

He smiled to himself as he looked at the picture through his camera. That day, he called you his muse.

And in return, you told him that you loved him.

When you fell for Taehyung, you fell hard and fast. Eventually, it occurred to you that Taehyung didn’t do the same.

Sure, he cared about you. Sure, he loved you. But while you heard wedding bells and dreamed about your future with him, Taehyung was just starting to put himself out there in the world. His art was being recognized, and he was getting booked to shoot at weddings, parties, and other big events every week.

Soon, the dates happened less frequently. The romantic gestures of bringing you flowers, surprising you on nice dates or small gifts, or even renting your favorite movies to watch together happened even less. He would promise that he’d make it to a party or an important event to you, just to let you down. And it felt like him giving you a bit of affection or attention was a chore.

Taehyung was the world to you, but the petty arguments and the distance that started growing between you two made it clear to you where his priorities were. And it wasn’t with you.

Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you had to do. Both of you knew it was coming. It was just a matter of who broke up with who first.

Just as Taehyung came into your life, quickly and effortlessly, he was gone. Nothing but bittersweet memories of what once was and what could have been weighed heavily on you for months.

What made it worse was that Taehyung, a man you loved with all your heart, had moved on from you so fast and so easily.

You saw him and his new girlfriend at a mutual friend’s party. You were warned that he’d be there, that he was already seeing someone. But it still hurt like hell to see him happy and in love with another person.

But if Taehyung could move on, so could you.

It felt weird at first, but you started to put yourself out there again. You joined dating apps. You went out with the people that fancied your interest. You met Jungkook.

And from there, everything was history.

With Jungkook, you started to think about Taehyung a lot less. The plaguing “what ifs” have quieted down, and the hurt from heartbreak began to heal. With Jungkook, you started to feel like yourself again: you started to smile more, laugh more loudly, enjoy watching movies again, became passionate about cinematic ideas you’d like to create one day.

With Jungkook, you’re also cautiously optimistic.

Because like Taehyung, you feel yourself falling hard and fast for Jungkook. It’s almost scary how truly perfect he is.

“I think you’re just psyching yourself out,” Yoongi tells you, sliding into the chair opposite of you with two cups of coffee in his hands. He smells like freshly-baked cookies. A spot of flour stains his apron as he uses his fifteen-minute break to hang out with you.

“Maybe,” you sigh, gratefully taking the drink he hands you. “What do you think about him?”

“Does my opinion even matter at this point? You’re in love with him,” he drawls before taking a sip of his Iced Americano.

“Of course it does, best friend. Why else would I keep you around?” you remark, taking a sip of your own drink. “Besides the free coffee and cookies. Thank you, by the way.”

He rolls his eyes. The perks of being friends with the cookie boy at your local bakery is a free cup of coffee and getting dibs on leftover treats that didn’t sell the day.

“He’s fine. Kind of annoying. A little too energetic,” he answers as his eyes flit toward the TV screen that his boss keeps on. A woman dressed in bright, business clothing holds a microphone as she reports on the recent news. There’s a grim look on her face.

You have your back turned to it, but you can hear Yoongi’s boss turning up the volume.

Breaking news. Missing woman found dead near home. The victim has succumbed to multiple stab wounds. It is believed that she has been kidnapped and tortured prior to her violent death. The attacker is currently unknown and still at large. Local authorities advise staying indoors and to please report any suspicious activity.

Your heart sinks as you look over your shoulder, seeing police taping off the crime scene and answering what they can to the news outlets. The location is so close to where you are.

“This is the second victim,” a customer mutters with a frown.

The person they’re with nods their head and asks, “Do you think they’re connected?”

“I don’t know. I hope not. We’ll have a serial killer in our hands.”

“Hey,” Yoongi calls your attention. When you look at him, there’s concern on his face. “If you need a ride anywhere, make sure you call me. Doesn’t matter what time.”

“I’ll be okay, Yoongi. Jungkook usually comes to my place anyway.”

“Still. Just let me know that you’re still alive when I check in, all right?” he says as he stares at the screen. You don’t blame him for being worried. As you follow his gaze, you see a picture of the latest victim of the ongoing case that has the whole town on edge.

This woman, like the others, kind of looks like you.

“If you’re with me, you have nothing to worry about,” Jungkook assures you, throwing a tennis ball as Bam hurriedly chases after it. 

The two of you are at a park with his dobermann. Despite how scary it’s been lately with the news, it’s a nice day. Children are screaming and playing together on the playground as their parents watch them nearby. A group of teenage boys are playing basketball on the outdoor court. Middle-aged and elderly couples are paired up and are getting their daily steps in.

“My hero,” you joke half-heartedly, but you’re still a bit concerned. Yoongi being worried about you makes you feel paranoid.

Jungkook turns to you. He holds out his hand as Bam retrieves the ball and drops it for another throw. “I thought you weren't afraid of anything.”

“Movie-wise, I’m not. But this is different.”

Jungkook throws the slobbery ball again. Further this time as Bam barks happily and takes off. He takes a seat next to you on the park bench. “I can leave Bam with you when I have my evening shifts. He makes a good guard dog.”

He works as an editor and cameraman for a big content creator, which gives him lots of flexible hours to work on his projects when he isn’t busy filming. Since the beginning of autumn, his boss has been giving him evening work to film ghost-hunting videos and other spooky content for Halloween.

“That’ll be nice,” you reply with a small smile. The two of them have been coming to your place so often, it might as well be their second home.

From a short distance, Bam lies on the grass with the tennis ball by his paws. His tongue is out, needing a short break from running around, as he faces you and Jungkook. Even with other dogs and kids around, he’s very well-behaved.

Just as Jungkook tells you that he’ll get Bam, the sound of small, excited barks grab your attention. A familiar black and brown pomeranian approaches you like an old friend, wagging its tail and perking its ears up when it sees you.

Your heart nearly jumps when you recognize the dog.

“Tan!”

You know that voice. How could you not?

That deep, smooth baritone has haunted you for months.

Taehyung, your ex-boyfriend, stops in his tracks when he realizes why his pomeranian took off. The two of you were still together when he adopted Yeontan, and you were there to help raise him when he was still a puppy.

“Who’s this?” Jungkook asks, drawing your attention back to him. He reaches out to pet Yeontan, but the pomeranian growls at him. Almost like he wants to protect you from him.

“Sorry, he’s mine,” Taehyung apologizes, stepping closer to you two and picking his dog up. He looks at you as he tries to soothe the agitated Yeontan in his arms. “It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

“Good,” you reply politely. Old feelings start to pull on your heart strings that you fervently try to ignore. “I’m good.”

“You look good,” Taehyung starts, but then he purses his lips in regret. It’s obvious that he’s nervous to talk to you. Maybe he feels the same as you.

Softly, you reply, “You do, too.”

“Who’s this?” Jungkook repeats. This time, there’s an annoyed look on his face as he stares at Taehyung. 

It puts you off a bit. Jungkook is usually a friendly guy.

“Oh, this is Taehyung. We used to date,” you tell him honestly. Though, the information seems to just annoy him more. “Taehyung, this is—”

“I’m Jungkook. She’s my girlfriend now.”

His arm snakes around you possessively. He holds a steady gaze, but it’s a look you’ve never seen on him before. Dark, threatening, and angry. It’s almost unnerving.

“I see…” Taehyung trails off as his gaze shifts toward him. Yeontan is still in his arms, growling and barking at Jungkook. You don’t think you’ve ever seen the pup so aggressive toward someone. Even Bam comes over, ditching his ball to guard over you and Jungkook.

“It was nice to see you, Taehyung,” you tell him, sensing the tension in the air and deciding to cut things off. He seems reluctant to leave.

“Yeah…” he continues to trail off, finally pulling his gaze away to look at you. It looks like there’s a million things he wants to say to you. In a lower tone, he tells you, “My number is still the same. If you ever want to talk.”

You frown. After the breakup, you’ve deleted his number and unfollowed him on social media. “Oh, I don’t—”

“Then I’ll call you,” he promises, firm with his decision.

You don’t get it. You and Taehyung have run into each other after the breakup before, and he’s never had an issue with you dating anyone after him. He clearly has moved on, and so have you. 

Why now?

What is it about Jungkook that has him worried for you?

“I don’t like that guy.”

Jungkook is still heated as he drives you home. His grip is tight around the steering wheel, and the tires screech when he makes a sharp turn. Bam stumbles a bit in the back before sticking his head out the window again.

“Slow down, Kook. You have nothing to be worried about.”

The radio blasts in the car, too much in a rush to connect his playlist to the stereo. It’s playing the week’s top music, and a catchy song from a popular artist fills the car.

Curious, you open your phone and check your followers. You’ve unfollowed Taehyung a long time ago on all your social platforms, finding it hard to look at any of his recent pictures – even just his scenic photography – without thinking about how he had once called you his muse.

But Taehyung never unfollowed you. He had always kept his inbox open for you.

“Did you see the way he was looking at me? It’s like he was looking down on me,” he continues to rant, speeding over a yellow light. He glances over at you and sees that you’re distracted with your phone. “I don’t like how you were looking at him either.”

“Are you serious?” you ask, turning your attention to him. “We barely talked. What the hell are you trying to insinuate?”

On the radio, the program is interrupted. One of the hosts makes a grim announcement.

Ladies and gentlemen, we just received unfortunate news that a third body has been found pertaining to a series of brutal deaths. 

“You still love him! You’ll go back and leave me again!” he suddenly snaps, throwing you off guard.

Silence follows the tension.

Then, you inquire, “Again?”

The third victim is a young female. Hair color and eye color match the previous victims as well, indicating that this might be a targeted attack by the killer.

Not once have you been unfaithful to Jungkook. Even when you were starting to message each other, you weren’t talking to anyone else. The two of you haven’t even been dating that long.

“Forget I said anything,” he starts with a frustrated sigh. But he realizes he’s fucked up.

“No, I’m not just going to forget it. What do you mean by that, Jungkook?”

As of now, authorities have no leads on a suspect. All victims have been kidnapped, tied up, and tortured prior to their deaths. We are led to believe that this is the work of a potential serial killer. 

He nearly slams to a stop. The seatbelt around you yanks you back from hitting the dashboard. Bam falls to the floor and you gasp as the back of your head hits your seat.

Jungkook doesn’t answer you, but for the first time, it feels like the rose-tinted glasses you have on him have fallen off. He’s always been perfect to you: sweet, athletic, talented, and kind. But the Jungkook before you is someone completely different.

This Jungkook scares you.

Stay inside. Lock your doors. Call the police if you see anything suspicious. Be safe out there, folks.

“I told you to forget about it, didn’t I?” he asks through gritted teeth and a harsh look in his eye.

You nod your head, hands trembling a bit as you hold onto your vibrating phone. The screen shows an unknown number trying to contact you.

“Is there a reason why your boyfriend called me?” Yoongi asks you from the other line. He has you on face-time, awkwardly propping up the camera to show his elbow as he mixes a batch of cookies.

It’s been about a week since you saw Jungkook.

After he dropped you off at home, he wanted to put it all behind him. He kissed you sweetly and murmured apologies for overreacting as his hands slipped under your shirt. But you sent him home before he could convince you to sleep with him. You were still upset about how hostile he was toward Taehyung, his accusations about you, and what his outburst meant.

That hasn’t stopped him from trying to get back to your good graces, though.

The number of missed calls from him keeps increasing by the hour. Ones that you leave unanswered or send straight to your voicemail. 

You don’t want to talk to him.

At your door, you hear him rapping his knuckles against the wooden frame and insistently ringing at your doorbell. From the other side of the door, he begs for a chance to explain. 

You don’t want to see him.

Clearly, after reaching you directly hasn’t worked, he’s starting to contact your friends.

“He’s probably trying to find me,” you tell Yoongi, poking at a bowl of fresh strawberries. You’re still dressed in your pajamas, sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter.

The sound of a small dog can be heard in the background of your line. It dawns on him that you’re not at your place or Jungkook’s.

Yoongi is silent for a moment. Then, he grabs the phone and asks, “What do you mean? Where are you?”

You don’t feel safe in your own home. And that day, while you were in Jungkook’s car, Taehyung called to check up on you. He was always good at reading people, and he warned you that he had a bad vibe about Jungkook.

And you’re starting to see what he meant.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

When you turn your phone, you reveal Taehyung busy in the kitchen, cutting off the crusts from his sandwiches. He looks over his shoulder and gives a sheepish smile at the scandalized expression on your best friend’s face. “Hey Yoongi.”

“Can you please explain what’s going on? Why are you at your ex’s?”

So, you do. You tell him that Jungkook wouldn’t leave you alone, that you needed some space to cool off but he wouldn’t let you breathe. It was becoming overbearing and overwhelming.

Against your better judgment, you call Taehyung. He invites you to stay over at his place until you’re ready to talk things out with Jungkook. Because even if you’re not together, he still cares about you. Because a part of him will always love you. And at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

“I didn’t want to be alone, especially with a killer targeting women like me out there,” you explain quietly. It feels like the murders have increased in a shorter period of time. If the town wasn’t on edge before, they certainly are now. “But I was still mad at Jungkook, and he was starting to scare me.”

“So the first person you go to is your ex-boyfriend?”

“There’s nothing going on between us.”

That ship has sailed. You know it has when you walked in and saw his engagement pictures hanging on the wall.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I’m sure he would’ve figured out that I’d be with you,” you tell him with a frown.

“I just wanted to help her, hyung,” Taehyung adds as he stands behind you. “I worry about her too. That guy gives me and Tan a bad feeling.”

Yoongi sighs. “Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea either. You shouldn’t stay with Taehyung. It’ll just make things look a lot worse.”

“I guess you’re right,” you reluctantly agree. Taehyung grimaces, but he can see Yoongi’s point too.

“I’ll pick you up after my shift. You can stay with me until you’re ready to talk to Jungkook,” Yoongi tells you, looking rather serious. “Don’t do anything stupid in the meantime, okay?”

Hey. It’s Jungkook.

You stare at the message on your phone. Three dots that indicate that he’s typing something, but he keeps erasing and re-typing them again. As if he’s trying to properly convey his words.

Are we breaking up?

You stare at that message even longer. It feels childish to break up with him without trying to talk to him. For the first time in a week, you pick up your phone and type back.

You scared me, Kook.

His response is immediate.

I thought you weren’t scared of anything.

You huff when you realize he’s teasing you, even now.

Movie-wise, I’m not. But this. This is different, Kook. You were really scaring me.

Again, you see the dots appear and disappear before a handful of responses appear.

I know, babe. I’m sorry. Can you please come over? I want to show you something I’ve been working on.

You think about it.

I miss you. Bam misses you too.

Yoongi said not to do anything stupid.

Please, baby. We can just watch a movie, if you want.

But, like in every horror movie, the protagonist finds themselves making a plethora of stupid decisions.

Okay, Kook. I’ll come tonight.

Movie nights with Jungkook was one of the things you always looked forward to throughout the week. Nothing appealed to you more than a night-in with your boyfriend, food delivered at your door, and checking out new shows and movies.

You have your list of favorites, but nothing quite holds a place in your heart than a good ol’ horror movie. Tellings of urban legends, supernatural forces, paranormal activities, true crime, and slasher films. 

As you step into Jungkook’s house, it almost feels like you’re in one of those movies.

His place is dark, almost pitched black. You could barely see what’s in front of you.

“Come inside,” Jungkook says, grabbing your hand. He pulls you in and deadbolts the door behind you.

“It’s so dark,” you remark, gingerly stepping forward. You have a bad feeling about this. You almost pull back toward the door, thinking of waiting for Yoongi or going back to Taehyung instead.

But Jungkook has a firm grip on you. “I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.”

“This is different, Kook,” you try to reason. “You’re really freaking me out.”

He pulls you further inside. In the living room, nothing but the TV is on. The screen is paused on a homemade film.

This must be the project that Jungkook is talking about.

Everything is set. The living room is clean, a bowl of popcorn and a couple bottles of alcohol sits on the coffee table, the lights are off, and the show is ready to play. He sits you down in the middle and keeps an arm around you.

“You know, when we met, you were exactly what I was looking for,” he starts as he presses play.

The tape shows you. Bam lying on your lap as you affectionately pet his face and kiss the top of his head. You, holding Jungkook’s hand and leading him down a busy sidewalk. You, in the kitchen, trying to swat his hand away as he steals your ingredients. You and Jungkook, peering into the camera lens, and your bashful face as he kisses your cheek. 

A smile tugs on your lips as you watch yourself on the screen. Jungkook leans over, copying his onscreen self and kisses your face.

One thing you liked about filming is seeing things from a different perspective. In this case, seeing yourself through Jungkook’s eyes. You look so happy, so incredibly in love with him.

Like with Taehyung, you fell for Jungkook hard and fast.

But Jungkook fell for you harder and faster.

Your smile fades as the next scene shows.

The camera points to the bed, and a couple walks in. It’s you and Jungkook, stumbling in together after drinks at a bar. You’re laughing and trying to wrap your arms around him as he leads you onto the bed. The kiss you share is messy, heated. You tug off his clothes to feel more of him.

You remember that night, but…

“Jungkook. When did you record this?”

You had no idea he was filming you then.

You don’t realize it then, but he makes eye contact with the camera, as if to check that it’s on. He maneuvers you to get a good angle of your body as you busy yourself with your own clothes, wanting him to touch you more as well.

“Jungkook, stop. I didn’t—” 

You feel so sick to your stomach.

“Don’t cry, baby. Here, I’ll fast-forward.”

But you don’t want to watch anymore. You want to leave. You shouldn’t have come here.

The screen shows you and Yoongi. The two of you are at the bakery he works at, and you’re wearing an old cardigan that you got rid of . You smile and eagerly reach for one of the coffees in his hands and take the bag of cookies he’s holding between his lips. He rolls his eyes at something you say before he takes his first sip of his Iced Americano. It’s a typical hangout between you and him.

It looks like it was taken across the street. Your heart plummets even further when you realize that the old cardigan you’re wearing was a piece of clothing you got rid of before you met Jungkook.

The scene changes. You’re sitting at the fountain at your university, looking over a script you wrote for an assignment. Taehyung comes to take a seat next to you. He greets you with a boxy smile and a kiss. The two of you were still dating at the time.

How long has Jungkook known about you?

How long has he been targeting you?

It’s you and Taehyung again. This time, it was filmed from the other night. When Taehyung came to pick you up from your house. He helps you carry some of your things into his car and hugs you when he sees the distressed look on your face. 

“Jungkook, what the fuck?”

It dawns on you that you don’t really know your boyfriend at all.

You try to stand up, but Jungkook has a firm hold on you. His grip tightens when you try to resist him, and his hand seizes your neck as he pushes you down. Your heart hammers against your ribs when you quickly realize you can’t escape him. Jungkook is much stronger and faster than you are.

More images flash through the screen. It’s Jungkook this time, taking a mirror-selfie of himself dressed in all black. He has his hood up and a Halloween mask covering his face. 

It cuts to his feet walking across the sidewalk. Carefully, the camera tilts up, showing that there’s a woman just ahead of him. She’s about your height, her hair the same as yours. She doesn’t notice him as she listens to music playing in her earbuds. 

The scene cuts again, and the same woman is bound and gagged on a chair. Fear shines through her eyes as a shadow of a knife reflects from her body. Behind the camera, Jungkook demands, “Say your line.”

He removes the gag from her mouth. Her voice pitches in a high shrill as she quickly says, “I-I love you. I won’t leave you.”

You recognize her as the latest victim of the latest killings.

And the realization hits you like a truck. Jungkook and his night shifts, the increasing deaths, his interest in filming, having you as the star.

“I practiced, you know. I’ll get it right this time,” he tells you, pulling out some rope he had hidden behind the cushion. You’re trembling as he wraps them tightly around your wrist. “I’ll make sure you don’t leave me again.”

“You’re so bad,” the Jungkook on the screen says, showing what looks like an abandoned warehouse. It’s dimly lit, but you can hear someone running from him. But he doesn’t seem worried, his heavy footsteps casually echo across the concrete. In his hand is a sharp and bloody knife. Mockingly, he asks, “Where did you think you’d go?”

The victim has been let go, but she isn’t free. Ahead, she finds herself cornered as Jungkook catches up to her. Terrified, she holds her hands out in front of her, as if that would stop him.

It’s like seeing your own fate on the screen.

The woman begs and screams before her blood splatters across the floor. You find yourself quoting her, staring up at his darkened eyes. “No, please. Don’t hurt me.”

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, staring right at you. His mouth twitches, fighting a smile. “I thought you liked horror movies.”

Thank you for reading ♡ Comments & reviews are greatly appreciated!

[bluesidez]

Hi I saw your req open and I flew here ehe-

Hear me out please 😭

Miguel is a geneticist (someone who works around denetics) and sometimes he doesn't understand the programs that he 'made' and Lyla has to help him. That makes Peter B. and the spider-teens very suspicious of him.

What's even more suspicious is that once a month he leaves the Spider HQ to who-knows-where.

After some stalking investigating, they find out that every time that he leaves; he goes to a park to meet [Reader], that is the one who helped with all the tech he has at HQ.

When he returns the next day, he is confronted about it and explains that [Reader] is an old friend and he trusts them with the Multiverse secret. However Peter B. and the others obviously saw the mutual attraction between both of them so they help out Miguel confess to [Reader].

Fluff + a little suggestive with Gn Reader please ^^

Anyway drink lots of water and keep yourself healthy!! ❤❤

[Undercover Lover]

lab tester: @hikaru-sama 🩻

pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!Reader

summary: Miguel is willing to stop the world for you, you just want to be the small part of his world that makes it better.

content warning: fluff, longing from reader and Miguel, the spider-teens are all menaces (as in they all have chismosavirus), Peter is Peter, a little suggestive but nothing crazy, I also made Miguel’s relationship with the teens pretty adorable (Papa Miggy 🥺)

word count: 5.8k, halfway proofread (don't ask...)

a/n: This request is not outlandish in any way, btw. It's very cute! I hope you don’t mind that I added a little extra to the programming aspect. THANK YOU TO THE MIGGY SERVER FOR YOUR HELP AS ALWAYS! I have been wallowing in the chats for who knows how long. I thought it would be cute and funny. Also, I've been doing better with my water intake! I hope you're proud. 🥺

Miguel blew out a tired breath, eyes blurry after staring at the same set of files all day.

“Lyla, could you replay the scan from this morning?”

“I don’t know, can I?”

Miguel frowned as his eyes panned to the flickering yellow glow, “Are we doing this right now?”

“Doing what?” Lyla posed with her head tilted in her hand.

“Lyla. Replay the scan from Earth 450-”

“Here’s what I found on scams on 4chan.”

“I said scans not scams- what are you talking about? And what is 4chan?”

Lyla switched to a pose that mimicked The Thinker, her heart-shaped glasses morphing into ones made of stone.

Miguel shifted his weight to one side, hands on his hips as he watched Lyla float around his desk.

“Pull up the LYrate Lifeform Approximation code.”

Lyla snickers, glasses shifting to match the marks of a clown’s face, “You don’t know how to work that, buddy.”

“I didn’t ask you to tell me that, I asked you to-”

Lyla opens the file before he can finish his spiel.

“Now, what?” Lyla whispers with glee. “Gonna hack into the motherboard? Break down the firewall?”

Miguel ignored her and read through the constant formulas, coding that he's never even seen before becoming longer and longer.

Lyla popped up right in his peripheral view, pulling out one of the smaller codes to highlight, “What’s this one mean?”

Miguel squints at the line, “Something about how you respond to tone?”

“It’s my hair color,” Lyla’s voice is high and giggly like she was anticipating his completely wrong answers. “What about this one?”

“I, I don’t know. Your jacket?”

“Voice modulator,” the code danced around him as Lyla switched her voice to something of an old Hollywood star. “You’re not very good at this, tuts.”

Miguel felt a strange chill as Lyla walked around with a long white dress instead of a jacket and her brown hair in curls falling down her back. She laughed at him some more as she pulled her now, thick-rimmed triangle-shaped sunglasses to the top of her head.

“Lyla-”

Miguel’s watch jolted, a notification blaring at him. He answered with haste, mind frantic.

“Miguel? Is something up with Lyla, because I asked her to find this Mysterio’s dimension, and she started playing some wrestler’s theme song instead,” Jess huffed, throwing the villain's body over the back of her motorcycle. “Now, he won’t stop singing it.”

Miguel felt his head start to pound, “Something’s going on with her. She’s not functioning at her normal state.”

“You’re never functioning at a normal state,” Lyla sighed dramatically, arm over her head with wind blowing around her. “Always so tense!”

“Oh my god?” Jess’s eyes went wide as she took in the Lyla at Miguel’s side. “Why does she sound like that?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m shutting her down until I can fix it. Just send the Mysterio back here.”

“You can’t turn me off, Miggy! Don’t you want me to sing for you?”

“Yeah, hurry up and log her off. She’s freaking me out.” Jess ended the call with a disgusted face.

With her gone, the room was filled with Miguel’s thoughts and Lyla humming and brushing her hair in a vintage mirror, something she would have never cared to do on a regular day.

Looking at the lines of coding in front of him, there was no way he was going to find what was happening.

He reached across his desk to a new screen, searching for a certain folder. Miguel laughed to himself as he read the title.

Don’t open unless it’s ABSOLUTELY crucial to your health…and well-being. .3.

Miguel would consider this a crisis.

He tapped the folder, watching as a sprout of several different colors surrounded him. He shifted it through the lights, some of them being pictures of you and him, some of them being animated GIFs of cats, and others being helpful guides to small technological problems. He kept searching until he found a yellow tab that read “LYLA? LIGHTS OUT!”

With one click, Lyla went from twirling and singing in heels to being dormant, gone to the Spider Society. Letting out the breath he was holding, he shifted the files back into the folder and geared up to make the announcement.

“Attention Spiders,” Miguel held his watch up to his mouth. “Lyla will be down for maintenance for a couple of hours.”

He could hear the collective groan from the society all the way in his office.

“And I will try my best to get her up and running for future missions. Until then, please send any anomalies directly to Margo and stick to local crimes as well as protecting your respective neighborhoods.”

As soon as he ended the announcement, Margo was flooding his watch with back-to-back memes. Miguel remained confused watching a little girl in a cowboy hat complain to her grandpa while he dismissed her.

“I can send someone else down there to help you.”

“no because if anyone breaks my tech, it’s coming out of YOUR 🫵🏾 paycheck”

“Everything comes out of my paycheck.”

“whatever dad”

“?”

Perturbed, but not wanting to waste any more time, Miguel locked his office and called your number.

Two rings and you were picking up the phone.

“Hey, Spider-ider!”

“Hi,” Miguel refused to admit how the nickname sounded cute coming from you. “I need your help with something.”

“No ‘How are you?’ or ‘Sorry I haven’t checked on you in forever.’ Just straight to business, huh?”

“Sorry,” Miguel collected himself. “How are things? Did you manage to get the job with that tech company?”

“Why, thank you for asking, Miguel! I’m pretty good. Things are different! I did end up getting that job, but the manager is eerily creepy, so I’m trying my best to pile up the meanest HR case or try to wiggle my way into a new department. So far, the former is slowly but surely working, not sure if my sanity can take much more. How are you?”

Miguel's eyebrows shifted a bit, “You know you can just call for my help if anything goes wrong, right?”

“Miguel, you’re protecting so many people. More than I can even fathom, actually. I’m not going to ask you to stop to check on me.”

You should. He’d drop everything.

“It wouldn’t take much from my end, I could just-”

“Miguel.”

He bit his cheek, knowing you wanted to move the conversation along.

“How are you?” you asked again, tone back to normal.

“I’m neutral. Same thing as always. Now, it’s just that Lyla was really unbearable today.”

“Unbearable how?”

Miguel went into every detail, pulling in some last-minute reports from other Spiders that managed to use her before he shut her down.

“So you’re telling me she glitched out, wore an alligator head, and integrated ‘Flat Fuck Friday’ into every conversation?”

“Well, that was just one of the many cases. Is that, is that all you heard?”

“No, I got it,” you fixed your face to try and hold back your laugh. “It sounds like she hit her funny bone.”

Miguel looked up at the ceiling and back at you, “This is serious.”

“And I’m being as serious as I can be!”

“She’s causing all of this trouble because of a funny bone.”

You laugh at Miguel’s deadpan tone, “Ok, so technically it’s called a laughing virus. It’s been hitting a lot of major search engines for some reason, but Lyla is the closest to human-like AI there is, so it’s a funny bone!”

“As stupid as that is, I need your help to come fix it.”

“Aw, you need me to come check your work?”

Miguel avoided your gaze, “There is no work. I couldn’t tell one line from the next.”

“But Miguel, you were doing so good last time. What happened?”

“I-I don’t know, I thought I had one right but I mixed up tones with shades.”

“That’s still on the same playing field, so you got something right! That’s good progress, Miguel.”

“Mm.”

“I’ll be there soon. Don’t do anything crazy, although you’ll probably just loom over the desk dramatically.”

Miguel opened his mouth to rebuttal but you already ended the call with a laugh.

With truly nothing but his thoughts, he hurried to clean his space. There were a few loose wires and an empty box from the cafeteria scattered around.

By the time you were tapping the code into his office door, his platform was back on the ground and he’d just swept up some dust that managed to build in the corner of the room.

“Don’t clean up now just because I’m here,” you watched as his shoulders jumped a bit at your voice.

“I’m not,” Miguel huffs and sets the broom against the wall.

“Sure.”

Miguel comes closer to you with his hands on his hips.

You were probably the main reason that Lyla was the way she was, sarcastic and immature.

The only difference was Miguel could mute Lyla or switch modes for some peace. For you? It was non-stop. The only way he knew how to get you to stop was a method that’s been crowding his dreams ever since he met you.

He saw your lips moving at a mile per minute, but nothing was really reaching his ears.

They looked so soft, so perfect. He wondered if he should just let the society function on its own for just a few more hours.

“Miguel!” You waved your hands in front of him. “Lyla being down has really stressed you out, huh? You’re unfocused.”

He cleared his throat, “I still have a lot of work to do.”

“Well, let’s get to it!”

Miguel moved so you could walk to his desk, heart racing.

Whatever it was you were about to try to teach him wasn’t going to stick. He just knew it.

“Hey, Miguel! You know, I was wondering if we could implement some type of spider-baby daycare? MJ is pretty busy these days,” Peter strided into Miguel’s office with a wiggly Mayday strapped to his chest.

The platform was down, but the serious figure was nowhere to be found.

“Miguel?”

Peter tried to feel him out, but there’s no way anyone could miss Miguel in plain sight.

“Hm,” Peter put two fingers out for Mayday grab. She squealed glee, taking one finger to chew on. “If I were a Miguel, where would I be?”

He pondered through the halls, eventually finding himself at the entrance of the cafeteria. Mayday looked up almost as if she was disappointed.

“I need fuel to think!”

Peter ran down the line grabbing his usual: a 2099 burger, a large fry, and a medium cola, he’s dieting!

At the end of the line, a familiar voice called his name.

“Hey, kiddo! How’s it going?” Peter made his way to the table occupied by the younger spider crew.

Miles squinted at him, “Not a kid, but it’s going good! Have you seen Miguel? He was supposed to be training me an hour ago, but he’s not answering his watch.”

“Funny that you say that,” Peter stuffed his mouth with a handful of fries. “Went to his office and he wasn’t there.”

“What is with him and disappearing lately? It’s not like him,” Gwen mumbled. “I was supposed to report to him not too long ago and he wasn’t here.”

“Time is an enigma,” Hobie was tuning his guitar. “Glad he’s finally taking advantage of it instead of chatting about doomsday.”

“True, but he missed part of the big party we planned three months ago, too,” Pavitr supplied.

The table stopped and stared at Pav with various deadpan looks.

“What? He promised he’d try my special dish! He never breaks our promises.”

“He did pile a load of work on me when Lyla broke. Usually, he would come down and help me, but he said he was busy fixing her,” Margo turned to Peter.

The table sat and pondered for just a second then the teens started spouting out nonsense.

“He’s retiring!”

“He’s going to give HQ up.”

“He’s not going to another universe again, right?”

“He’s finally taking breaks.”

“He’s dying!”

Again, the table stopped to look at Pavitr.

“False alarm?”

“Look,” Peter held his hands up. “I don’t think it’s any of that.”

“What makes you so sure?” Gwen sounded nervous.

“Uh, he would tell me!”

Miles snickered at that which caused Mayday to fall into a fit of laughter.

“What? He’s told me things before. We’re buddies!”

“And where is your so-called buddy right now?” Margo folded her arms.

“Touche,” Peter took a giant slurp of his drink, cupping a hand under it to make sure nothing dripped on Mayday’s head. “But don’t you have a way to find him?”

“The Grumpy GPS? Yeah, but I’ve never used it because he’s always here,” Margo sighs.

“How about the next time he disappears, you let us know?” Gwen suggested.

“Love it,” Hobie fist bumps Gwen.

Miles scratched his neck, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Says the guy that snuck into the Spider Society,” Pavitr shook his head.

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” Gwen raised her eyebrow. “Margo is on Miguel-duty. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, right guys?”

Everyone nodded their head in determination.

Peter smiled. He’s still got this mentor thing down!

Margo was down near the Go-Home-Machine running Style Savvy through an emulator.

“That is so ugly,” she sang as she watched another contestant’s outfit go down the runway.

Her judging was interrupted by a dancing cartoon spider with bushy eyebrows.

She paused the game and stretched her arms to the other side of the room to give everyone a call, “Mission ‘Where is the Old Man?’ is up and running. The Grumpy GPS has been added to you guys’ gizmos. I’ve got everything ready to hack.”

“It sounds like we’re doing a lot more than tracking,” Hobie mumbled.

“But what if he actually is dying?” Gwen was lacing up her ballet shoes tight. “He would tell us, right?”

“Oh, but when I said that, it sounded crazy,” Pavitr pulled his mask down. “The double standards are appalling.”

“He could be just avoiding us. Can’t say it hasn’t happened before,” Miles’ voice was low and testy.

“He wasn’t avoiding you, Miles, he was just…projecting,” Gwen said matter-of-factly.

“Are we back on this? Sending the entire society after me is projecting. Missing our training sessions that he set up multiple times? That’s just foul.”

Gwen and Miles went back and forth, fussing over little things.

“They’re bickering again. How cute,” Pavitr stage-whispered.

“1 mission on Miles winning?” Hobie asked.

Pavitr thought for a second, “Deal.”

“You’ll probably be the most upset if he really is sick,” Gwen comments.

“Says who? I’m not worried,” Miles zipped up his jacket halfway.

“Then why are you bouncing around like that, Miles.”

Hobie sighed while Pavitr cheered.

“If you guys are done, Miguel’s moving on foot heading down 5th. I pinned a checkpoint,” Margo sent the coordinates to their watches.

“Time to go see if big man’s a killer,” Hobie yawned. “Or not.”

Peter felt the ground shake under him, hair rising on the back of his neck. His senses were screaming at him to turn around.

The thing is, if he turned around, he'd lose track on Miguel who was currently inside of the very building he was standing on top of.

The shaking grew, pebbles and vent plates rattling around him, then everything fell back into place.

One, two, thre, four pairs of feet hit the ground.

“Where’s Margo?” Peter asked, eyes not leaving the ground under him.

“In our ears singing,” Gwen groaned. “Where’s Mayday?”

“Enjoying a lovely Mommy-Daughter date with MJ and her girlfriends. Glad to have you all join me.”

“How’d you know he was going to be here?” Hobie crossed his arms.

“Like I said, buddies!”

“You waited outside of his office, didn’t you?” Pavitr pointed his finger at Peter.

Peter turned around with an offended face, “Details-schmetails!”

“Well, do you have any idea what he’s up to now?” Gwen put a hand on her hip.

“Well, we’re on the roof of an apartment, super expensive might I add, and I’m assuming his apartment is here. So maybe he’s just getting a nap in.”

“He’s on the move,” Margo’s voice buzzed through all of the teens' ears and they ran to the edge of the building, practically pushing Peter to the side.

“He’s wearing normal clothes for once,” Gwen’s voice was shocked.

“His trousers are quite nice,” Hobie nodded as if he was looking at a magazine.

“It’s so…weird,” Miles shuddered. “I’ve never seen him in anything else but his suit.”

“He wore a nice button-down to my Zoom celebration once,” Margo hummed.

“Guys?” Pavitr’s voice went high. “Where’s Peter?”

The three of them turned around to see a missing pink-robed Spider.

“Oh, come on!” Miles jumped from the roof to the next one, following the pink fluff. Miguel was walking fast on the sidewalk and Peter was keeping his trail from up high.

“Really, Peter?” Gwen swung alongside the two with the rest right on their tails. “Some mentor you are.”

“I’m a great teacher! You’re all catching on quite well,” Peter swung lower as Miguel crossed the street.

Colors flew across the sky, contrasting with the constant grays and small specs of green of Nueva York. Scaling from building to building was a lot easier with flying cars added to the mix, but it was a little odd to see wobbling vehicles every now and then.

“I think you guys should slow it down. His pace changed,” Margo noted. “He’s stopping at…a park? Didn’t know they still had those here.”

With a sturdy pull, Miles used his web to stop Peeter from running any further and the now quintet landed on the ground a safe distance from the park.

“A little dreary for a park, innit?” One eye on Hobie’s mask went higher than the other.

From where they were hiding, steel statues stood tall, tufts of greenery growing up the structure. There was more pavement than grass and the walkways contained several dips and turns.

“I think there’s some flare to it,” Miles countered. “Could use a lot more color.”

They quieted down as they watched Miguel find an empty bench. He sat down and started to rub his hands against his pants. He sat for a minute or so before he checked his watch and his leg started to bounce.

“Is he waiting on someone?” Gwen whispered.

“Oh, I wonder who it could be?” Pav whispered back.

“Why are you guys whispering?” Margo paused her side mission of trying to find any security cameras in the area.

“Doesn’t he have super-hearing?” Miles asked.

“Over this much noise?” Hobie brought the talking level back to normal. “If he doesn’t suspect us of following him, there’s no need for him to focus on us.”

After about five minutes of watching and making a game out of how many times can Miguel check his clothes, with Peter mumbling about how the pants aren’t going to get any looser with those thighs, everyone holds their breath as they watch someone take a seat next to him.

Miguel’s entire demeanor changed.

His face lit up, his back straightened, and the tension from his body fell.

“No way,” Pavitr whispered excitedly. “Guys!”

“What’s going on? I still can’t get into the security cams,” Margo’s voice was impatient.

“Miguel…has a partner?” Gwen tilted her head watching the two react. The mystery person got up to hug Miguel as he sat on the bench. He hesitated a bit, fingers twitching awkwardly before he hugged them back. “Or not.”

“If one of you could get closer, I could pitch the sound to everyone. And, I could see!”

Everyone turned to Miles.

“Why is everybody looking at me?”

“You can turn invisible, genius,” Gwen said.

He just sighed and faded from head to toe.

“How’s it going Spidey?” you lean back from your hug to look down at him. Your hands rub his shoulders. “You look nice today.”

Miguel averted his eyes, “You’re not supposed to call me that-”

“Outside of HQ or our phone calls. I know, I know. Seriously though, why are you so dressed up today? Got a hot date waiting?”

Miguel tilted his head, “Do I really look nice?”

The shirt he was wearing was barely hiding anything, any tighter and it would have been considered a muscle tee. It was tucked into some slacks with a belt that made his tiny waist even smaller. The pants hugged his thighs just enough.

“Yeah!” More than he could imagine.

“Thanks,” he smiled a bit. “There’s no hot date. Just wearing something casual.”

Your shoulders lifted at the words.

“Cool, cool.”

“You look nice, as well.”

“Really?” you looked down at your last-minute outfit. Some gray joggers you found at a thrift store and a hoodie you’re almost certain has a random bleach stain somewhere on the back. “You’re digging the midnight chic?”

“Midnight chic?”

“Yeah, an outfit you wear when going out for a snack in the middle of the night.”

Miguel pursed his lips, “It looks soft. Comfortable.”

You involuntarily gripped your bag tighter, watching Miguel’s eyes roam you from the neck down.

Lately, he’s been saying things that make your stomach flutter, from being willing to beat up your boss to fussing at you for running errands so late to remembering small details from months ago.

Only recently has his eyes began to wander. He doesn’t catch on as fast when you explain things to him. You’ve caught him staring at you while you’re looking at other things. His smile lingered a little longer. His hands were a lot more careful. Sometimes, he’d tense up when you touched him.

It was all so confusing and the feelings you’ve pushed down for years have crawled their way back up, waiting at the back of your tongue to be announced.

Still, you were just here to help him for as long as he needed you. Nothing more, nothing less.

You cleared your throat, “Okay so, you said you needed help with…Excel?”

“Mm hm,” Miguel nodded and locked his eyes back on your face.

You pulled your laptop, turning up the brightness so that the scenery wouldn’t shoot straight through the transparent device.

“So, this program is like, extremely old.”

“I know, but it's a middle ground for all of the Spiders. Anything newer would be too much for about a fourth of them and anything older would take ages for anyone to complete.”

“Got it,” you inch close enough to Miguel for his cologne to dance around you. He leaned closer to squint at your laptop and you had to will your hands to not shake like jelly. “So, the program is actually pretty simple. You just enter formulas, charts, numbers, or information in these boxes. There’s a lot more manual work than we’re used to, but it won’t take much to get used to.”

You walked Miguel through everything you’ve taught yourself over the past few days. Having him put in formulas and waiting for the result.

“Like this?”

“Almost! You’re missing a letter here.”

“Can you go over it again?”

Miguel's hands would hover over the keyboard, eyes focused and nose scrunched. Sometimes you would fight the screaming in your head and place your hands over his, helping him punch certain numbers in.

“Miguel, I think you’re messing with me. We’ve repeated this same thing on four other sheets now. I know you’re smarter than that.”

He poked his tongue in his cheek, “I’m just quadruple checking. Gotta teach this to some older people.”

“Fine,” you snort. “One more time and then I have to get ready to go.”

“Already?” Miguel turned to you. “I thought you didn’t have to be somewhere until this evening.”

“I don’t, but I can’t go looking like this. You spent 30 minutes arguing with me about the interface. Don’t you have to go back to HQ soon?”

“No.”

There was a noise behind you. You turn around to see nothing but a curved wall embedded with vines.

You put your heart to your chest, “God, I thought that was a reporter or something. Just the wind I suppose.”

Miguel’s eyes stayed planted on the empty space, “On second thought, let me walk you there. Don’t want any surprises.”

“So you don’t need me to go over this for the fifth time?”

“Nope,” Miguel grinned down at you. “I got it the first time, actually.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh as you hit his arm. He doesn’t even flinch. “You’re such a jerk.”

He looked around and got behind you to squat down, tapping on his gizmo. You could only hide so much of him. “Would a jerk swing you to your apartment?”

You look up at him equipped with his mask.

“He probably would, actually.”

“Aw,” Miguel said, red marks for eyes holding so much sadness. “Oh well.”

You yell as he yanks you up by the waist and shoots his web up to the nearest flying car.

“Miles! You almost screwed us over!” Margo did her best to wipe their trace.

“I panicked!” Miles tried to explain himself as he ran on the windows of a skyscraper.

“For what?” Gwen flipped as she connected from one structure to the next. “It was so clear that he meant that he wanted to be with whoever that was, not because he wants to quit HQ.”

“Seeing him like that feels like we met a new man,” Hobie said. His boots were light in the air. “Don’t like it.”

“You say that like he doesn’t let you get away with everything,” Pavitr said.

“Like what?”

“Like giving away food to the street cleaners.”

“Or like pasting your band stickers everywhere.”

“Or painting an ACAB mural.”

“To be fair, Miguel aligns with every single one of those things,” Hobie shrugged.

“This is great and all, but talk about a major fail,” Peter sighed. “He clearly needs a wingman.”

“I thought he did pretty good!” Miles said.

The rest of the group made a range of judging noises.

“His game definitely needs some work and he’s already on his way back to HQ, so hurry it up, guys. We need to hustle and huddle.”

Miguel was at his dock again, preparing to go check out the anomalies of the week. 

He was back doing the thing that distracted him most: thinking about you. 

Yesterday only confirmed what he’s been thinking about ever since you opened your mouth. 

He’s absolutely infatuated with you. 

At first, he thought it was a fluke, a blip in his timeline. No matter how many times your jokes made him chuckle or your smile brought him warmth, he wasn’t going to lean into it. 

But then, you called him one night and your voice brought him back from the darkness that was consuming him. Stories of your life, an exchange of nostalgia, a whisper of hope for the future, and the confirmation that he was more than the error in time that he thought he was. 

You’re something that he more than adored. 

And yet, he still hasn’t figured out how to tell you. 

He wanted more than the monthly meetups to refresh his memory on the stupid tech that kept this building running. 

Truthfully, he could call Gabriel, or worst case scenario, Xina for help, but every time he got a chance it was your name that crossed his mind. 

Miguel sighed as he started to shut some tabs down. 

“Spiders incoming,” Lyla popped up to inform him. 

Miguel saw the gaggle of teens plus Peter walking to his office. 

“Here we go,” he grumbled. 

“Turn that frown upside-down! Company is always good,” Lyla said. 

Before Peter can open his mouth Miguel is beating him to it. 

“What do you want?”

“Ouch!” Peter laughed. “Not up for a bit of family bonding time?”

“Not with you.”

“Oh c’mon, Miguel,” Peter inches forward as Miguel’s platform comes down. “Hear us out.”

“Make it quick.”

The teens all stared at Peter who looked back and forth between them. 

“Do any of you not know what the word ‘quick’ means?” Miguel asked with irritation lining his voice. 

“Well,” Miles started. 

“You see, we were thinking that you might need some help,” Gwen finishes. 

Miguel crossed his arms, “Help with what.”

“Your sad flirting,” Hobie says. 

“What?”

“You know,” Peter puts his arm around Miguel’s shoulders. “You need a wingman!”

Miguel’s frown grew deeper, “What are you talking about? Did you guys spy on me?”

Six voices overloaded Miguel’s eardrums, all explaining their part of some convoluted scheme. 

“Alright, alight! Quiet!” Miguel holds his hands out. “Margo!”

Miguel pinned his eyes to her with his eyebrows pinched. 

She danced from foot to foot, face scrunched, “We just! We were worried about you so we followed you and saw you making googly eyes at someone!” The words spilled out of her like water. 

Everyone but Hobie looked at Margo incredulously. 

“What?” she whined. “He was giving me his disappointed look. The disappointment was torturing me!”

Miguel turned and paced, pinching his nose as he whispered to himself. 

“Miguel, they could help you!” Lyla said cheerfully. “You’ve only been crushing on them for what…multiple years?”

“Lyla!”

“Multiple years? No wonder you’re always so tense. That’s pretty sad, bro,” Pavitr hummed. 

Miguel pointed his finger, “Don’t bro me.”

“Still seeking authority in his moment of weakness. Something’s got to give,” Hobie went to lean on a wall. 

“We really thought something terrible was going on,” Miles’ shoulders drop. “You also go M.I.A. whenever you have a problem.”

“We just wanted to help,” Gwen supplied. 

“Hey man, don’t blame the kids for this one, alright?” Peter’s voice lowered so only the two of them could hear it, albeit a bit useless in a room full of power-holding teens. “Say the word and we’ll stay out of it, but the kids deserve to know why you were canceling on them at least.”

Miguel looked at Peter with an exasperated face before looking at the teens, three of which looked like they were about to cry. 

He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and let out a deep breath, “I’m not sick.”

“But lovesick?” Margo asked. 

He gave her a tired look, “Yes.”

“Well why not say that instead of just disappearing?”

“They’re the one who helped make the tech for this society. Without them, there would be no updated gizmos, no updated Lyla, no new ideas. Every time I left it was to…get insight on something here. To fix broken tech.”

“And to stare in their face,” Pavitr snickered. 

Miguel panned his eyes to the floor, too embarrassed to admit it. 

“What’s the hold up in telling them how you feel?” Peter asked. “There’s no time like the present.”

“Don’t tell me yesterday was an example of what happens when you try to confess?” Gwen’s face twisted up, teeth clenched in second-hand embarrassment. 

Miguel’s silence was enough of an answer. 

“Tío,” Miles closed his eyes then looked back up dramatically with his hands out. “¡Vamo’! Sácale, llévale al cine.”

Lyla put a spotlight on Miles and held a microphone out to him while Miguel groaned. 

“Cómprale, un ramo de flores!”

“Ya no puédo mas,” Miguel swiped through the holographic mic. “Eso no va a funcionar.”

Miles slumped, “But how do you know? You haven’t even tried! Bañate, junto con el-”

“Don’t finish that song, Miles,” Miguel’s fingers went to his temples. 

“You should really listen to the lyrics-”

“Why don’t we help you win them over?” Margo stood in between the two, ending the squabble. “It’s clear that they seem to like you too.”

Miguel's eyes went softer staring at Margo’s pleading face, “How do you know?”

“We quite literally saw it,” Hobie spoke as if Miguel lost his mind. “No one ever talks to you that sweet.”

The teens all nodded their head in unison and Peter did a horrible job at hiding his laugh. 

Hobie wasn’t done, “Don’t let someone like that slip through your fingers.”

Miguel was at the park again, dressed up even more than last time. An open navy button-down was tucked into his pants, his slacks were dark gray, and he had on one of the more expensive pairs of dress shoes he owned. A chain he borrowed from Gabriel adorned his neck and he let his hair natural and loose for once. 

Under Miles’ advice, he did buy some flowers. Hobie told him to remain calm, Gwen told him to just talk, Pavitr gave him a bullet point list of what and what not to do, and Margo told him that he was the best no matter how the confession turned out.

Peter went on and on about the importance of love and relationships but Miguel was never inclined to listen to him. He did keep the comment about letting you know how much he means to you to heart, though.

He was so in his own thoughts when you showed up in front of him that he didn’t even notice you at first.

He jumped when you tapped his shoulder.

“Woah, it’s just me. And you’re super dressed up today. What’s the occasion? I’m not taking ‘casual’ for an answer this time.”

Miguel swallowed dryly, grip on the bouquet of cool-toned flowers almost enough to wilt the stems.

“Flowers?” your eyes went to his hand.

“Yeah, um.”

Just breathe, Miguel!

Margo’s perky reminders sounded off in Miguel’s head.

“I brought them for you,” Miguel placed them in your hands.

“Oh!” your face lit up. “These are beautiful. Thank you so much. I didn’t get you anything, though. I didn’t know we were bringing gifts today.”

“No need. I wanted to get them because,” Miguel felt his throat closing in. “I really, really like you.”

The smile on your face dropped as you stared at him.

“It’s been particularly hard over the past years to try to focus without you running through my thoughts and I don’t want the fear of myself or my circumstance to stop me from having a chance to be with you.”

Maybe his ears could pick up how fast your heart was going, too.

“So if you’re willing, will you please go out with me?”

You dropped the flowers and brought him in for a tight hug. 

“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll go out with you.”

Miguel was quick to wrap his arms around you today, burying his face in your neck, “No hesitation?”

“I’ve been wanting and honestly, waiting for one of us to make a move for years. You’re always so busy, so I was too nervous to even bother,” you look back at Miguel’s face, smiling from ear to ear.

“Sorry to keep you waiting then.”

You looked from his lips to his eyes, “Can we skip a few steps?”

“Such as?”

You pushed forward, melting into him as you slotted his lips against yours, head full of warmth and clouds. Miguel matched your pace, hand on your back as he pressed against you. When he opened your lips you pulled back, breath dancing against his. 

“Swing me to my apartment?”

Miguel smirked, “Always.”

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Set The World On Fire

Chapter Fourteen

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

Warnings: Stalking

Mafia AU

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"Happy birthday, Stinky."

Lando opened his eyes and let out a groan. It was far too early. He closed his eyes and placed his head back against the pillow.

A hand was in his hair, brushing through his curls. "Oh, you're so cute," she mumbled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Lacing her fingers through his own, she tried to pull him up. "C'mon, birthday boy. I made breakfast."

The promise of food was what coaxed him out of bed. As he stood, she threw a pair of pants at him, covering up his nakedness.

The moment she opened the bedroom door, the smell hit him. It was so damn sweet. Pancakes, waffles, French toast. It was a kids dream. "Holy fuck," he said as he walked into the kitchen. "Baby, what time did you get up?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Doesn't matter," she said as she turned back to the stove, where more was cooking. Holy shit, he was gonna be double his body weight by the time his birthday was over.

Lando strode over to her. He wordlessly wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "You didn't have to do all of this, baby," he whispered against her skin.

There was a moment of hesitation before she answered him. "I... this isn't like your normal birthdays, I'm sure. I still wanted to make it special."

He kissed her shoulder again. "You already have."

There was no hiding the smile she wore as she placed the newest batch of pancakes (American style this time) on the table. "Eat up," she said as she placed the pan in the sink. "I'll bring takeout home tonight, yeah?"

French toast halfway to his mouth, Lando paused. "Huh?" He asked, mouth still open, ready to take a bite. But then he put the toast back down. "What? It's my birthday," he said. "You can't leave on my birthday. That's the birthday boy's rules."

"Well, birthday boy," she began as she walked past him. "I've got work. Unless you wanna live in a cardboard box in the back alley."

For a second, Lando looked like he was contemplating it. She rolled her eyes as she headed back to the bedroom to get ready for the day.

The way Lando missed her when she was working was unhealthy, he knew. But over the weeks, months (he wasn't sure how long it had been, all of the days seemed to blend together), he'd found ways to entertain himself.

She'd given him complete access to her laptop. Lando had felt so guilty when he'd hijacked it, downloading programmes and logging into software to get into contact with his employees. But the fortification of his house was coming along nicely, all because she had given him her laptop.

Any day now the house would be ready, he knew. Lando wanted nothing more than to see her roaming the halls. He'd show her around, show her the office (once he'd made it his own), show her the library, the garden. He'd take her up to meet his mum, and his dad now, too.

The thought of her in his house, in his space, helping make it his own, it stirred something in him. Something that had him grabbing her waist before she could walk through the door and head out to work. "Lan!" She said in surprise as he nipped at her neck. "Calm down, birthday boy. I'll be back in a few hours."

He watched her go. But the moment the door shut, he sat on the sofa and opened the laptop.

Nobody had wished him a happy birthday, but Lando wasn't surprised. That wasn't how it worked in a family. It was business as usual, maybe a private celebration with the head of the family's partner.

This was already the best birthday Lando had ever had. He logged into the laptop, typed several different and intricate passwords into the software he had to get into.

Will and Max had left him messages, detailing what they had done to the house. You'll need to come by today and get yourself onto the system, Will had messaged.

A groan left Lando's lips. He threw his head back for just a moment, eyes shutting. Her rarely used car was parked just across the street, and Lando knew where she kept the keys. If he left how he could be back before returned from work.

Getting changed into his suit (the one she'd cleaned up for him), Lando grabbed her keys from the hook beside the door. He pocketed them and made his way out to her car.

Lando hadn't been back to the house in months. It didn't look any different from the day he'd left it.

By the gate waited Max Fewtrell. He looked at Lando with a frown before using the keypad to open the gate. As the gate opened, Max climbed into the car. "This isn't yours," he said.

"Nope," Lando replied and began driving up towards the house.

Still, Max looked at him,clearly waiting for something more. Something that Lando wouldn't give unprompted. "You haven't run off and become a car thief, have you?" Max challenged. "Because that would be really bad for business."

Lando couldn't help but laugh as he pulled up to the house. "Nope, this beauty belongs to the love of my life."

Beauty. Max snorted at that. The car was anything but beautiful. "If we get everything set up today, you gonna move her in?"

Truthfully, Lando didn't know. If he'd been any other rich guy living in this huge ass house, he would have done it in a heartbeat. But he wasn't just any other rich guy. His world was dangerous and he wanted her away from it. If he could have kept himself away, he would have.

Max led him to the security office. He sat Lando down in front of a bunch of monitors and began setting up the security system, coding it to his passwords and prints.

It was a long process, one I will not bore you with. Lando was nearly falling asleep by the time he was finally finished. He checked the watch on his wrist and couldn't wait to get back to her apartment, back to her. His baby.

But he wasn't quite ready yet. With Max trailing behind him, Lando walked to his bedroom.

How many mindless hookups had he had in this bed? "Get new sheets," he said and Max wrote it down. "And clear out half of my wardrobe."

Because Lando really couldn't stay away from her, could he? After spending the last few months living together, living in bliss, he couldn't imagine not waking up beside her every day.

So, Lando had his staff readying the house for her to move in. It was incredible to watch happen, all for his baby. And, as soon as that was done, he headed home, headed back to hers.

***

Things had felt normal, leaving the office. He stopped into the shops, got the birthday boy some birthday chocolates, and got some takeout for the both of them.

It was her usual route home and not too far at all. Although she lived in a sketchy area, she'd never felt unsafe on her walk home.

Until tonight.

Maybe it was paranoia. Ever since Lando had told her, she'd been a lot more wary. But she'd never felt this before, never this terrified.

She sped up her steps and quickly glanced back.

The person behind her with his hands shoved into their pockets sped up their steps, too. They crossed the street when she crossed the street and followed her around corners.

When she got to her street, she was running. She kept the takeout and the shopping held tight to her body as she legged it as fast as she could to her door.

The person behind her started running, too.

As soon as she got through the door of the apartment building, she pushed her way through and kicked it shut behind her, buying her just a few more seconds.

She managed to get her own door open before the person grabbed her. Throwing her body against the door she shut it, locked it and put the chain across.

Her chest was heaving as she dropped her bags and wandered into the kitchen. As she poured herself some water, Lando came running out of the bedroom. "Baby, what is it?" He called as he strode over.

She was shaking when Lando pulled her into his chest. "You're okay," he whispered and ran his hands through his hair. He ignored the smashed bottle of wine by the front door. "I've got you, baby."

She didn't tell him what happened that moment, couldn't bring herself to speak. Lando held her until she could and, when she did, he spent his night by the door, watching through the peephole with his gun pressed to the wood.

Tomorrow he'd get her out of here, get her somewhere safe.

a/n: i'm so sorry i haven't updated this one in over two weeks, my focus has been elsewhere lmao

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[honnelander]

You know what I was thinking about? reader decides to make Sanji(thr rest of the crew are sleeping, and since she always helps him with the dishes they're always the last ones) she decides to make him her favorite desert from back home. She's not a great cook like Sanji, but she made with such love and care(plus it's really good) that he can't help but be with heart eyes all the time. What do you think?

hiii i loved this request! here is how go fish! Sanji would react to reader making him her favorite dessert:

(once again i get carried away lol)

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"What's your favorite dessert?" you ask, completely out of the blue one night.

Sanji blinked a few times, trying to focus and gather his thoughts at your sudden question.

It was a typical Tuesday night on the Going Merry, where both of you were doing your unofficial nightly ritual of washing the dishes together after Sanji had served everyone another delicious evening meal, when you had broken the comfortable silence with your seemingly random question.

The blonde cook frowned slightly at the soapy sink water, sponge in hand as he continued scrubbing the saute pan. "Uh- I'm actually not too sure, love," he answered, rinsing off the pan with clean water before handing it over to you. "Why?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow slightly as he casted you a curious glance.

You took the dripping pan from him, shrugging. "Just curious," you hummed. "I like knowing things about you."

Sanji felt his heart flutter at your kind words as the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "Ah, you're too kind to me Missus." He licked his bottom lip, trying his best to contain his ever-growing smile as he washed a plate. "What about you?"

"Huh?" You asked, drying the pan, like you snapped out of a daze.

Sanji had a full-blown smile now, laughing slightly. You were too cute for your own good. "Dessert," he replied patiently. He turned his head to look at you, bumping his hip with yours as he asked, "What's your favorite dessert?"

Now, sometimes Sanji couldn't help it. He just had to flirt with you. Sometimes you just made it too easy for him.

And damn if you didn't look cute when you blushed.

He leaned in towards you, his voice dipping lowly as he nearly purred, "Anything you see right now?"

"Well-" you sputtered, face turning scarlet as you nearly dropped the pan. "I, uh, I'm full. Actually."

Sanji tried his best to suppress his smile at your adorable antics as he resumed cleaning the plate in his hand. "Oh?"

"Yeah," you replied quickly. After a moment, you placed the dry pan on the dish mat. "But, um, maybe later?"

At your unsure question, Sanji felt his ears literally perk up as he repeated, "Later?"

He couldn't help it, his thoughts were running wild at the thought of you actually picking up what he was putting down. Was this really happening?

"Uh, yeah," you said, your reply sounding more like a question than an answer. You took a deep breath, your voice sounding more sure as you said, "Yeah. Later." You locked eyes with his surprised ones. "Come back here later. At midnight."

-------- ----

In his quarters, Sanji was wide awake. Laying on his bunk, he stared up at the ceiling as he mindlessly played with the cap on his lighter.

Click.

Were you serious? Did you actually ask him to meet up for a late-night rendezvous? Ahem- 'dessert'?

Click.

Ever since Nami had called him out on his, uh, crush on you, he was ashamed to admit that he found himself dreaming of something like this happening between you both for a while.

Click.

He liked to tease and flirt with you whenever he felt like it, loving the way you would just get so shy around him all of a sudden. It was just too cute for words. He was perfectly content at the moment with watching you from afar, when you were off in your own world, not realizing the beauty you emanated from purely existing.

And now you had picked up on his innuendo and were actually scheduling a meet-up?

Click.

Sanji could practically feel the nerves on his skin tingle from excitement, his heart beating faster than normal.

He's never actually had a woman return any kind of affection for him before, and if he laid here in bed any longer he felt like he was going to combust.

Clink. Sanji snapped his silver metal lighter shut as he sat up in bed, immediately finding the clock on the wall to read the time:

11:40

Ugh. It wasn't 12 exactly, but he simply couldn't just wait in his room any longer. It'd been hours since you both had finished up the dishes and these few hours of waiting had been absolute torture.

He got out of bed, wearing his usual pants and blue-striped button-down with a tie, even his shoes were on still, as he pocketed his lighter deciding to just go wait for you in the kitchen. You were pretty adamant about the meet-up time being 12 exactly, but he simply couldn't wait any longer.

Quietly, he opened the door of his room and carefully made his way towards the kitchen, trying to be as silent as he could. The ship was practically pitch-black since it was basically the middle of the night, but the closer he got towards the kitchen, he saw that a few lights were already on.

"Shit," he heard your whispered hiss. "I thought this would look better...oh my god. What if he hates this?"

His brows furrowed. Were you talking about him? Hating something you had done? He couldn't ever imagine that happening.

When he made it to the kitchen, the sight he was greeted with brought a smile to his face. There you were facing him, hunched over a whimsically decorated pink, yellow, white, and red cake, your face scrunched up in concentration, and the kitchen looking a bit of a mess.

As cute as the sight was, he couldn't help but be completely confused at what was going on. Didn't both of you just clean this entire kitchen only a few hours ago?......did you even go to bed at all?

This certainly wasn't the, uh, rendezvous he was expecting, but this was somehow better. He never knew what to expect with you and he loved that.

"Y/n?" he called out quietly.

You flinched at the sound of his voice, immediately straightening up, your eyes full of shock and surprise. "Sanji!" You put a hand over your heart. "Geez, you scared the hell out of me." You frowned slightly. "You were supposed to be here at 12."

The blonde cook took a couple of steps towards the counter, placing his hands on the edge as he leaned forward against it, examining the disarray before him, a small confused smile on his face. "What's going on here?"

"Um, well," you rubbed the back of your neck. "I wasn't quite ready yet...and I thought this would all look better...but, surprise..." you trailed off a bit lamely, slowly opening up your arms with an embarrassed smile.

Sanji cocked his head to the side. "Surprise for who?"

"You."

Now he was really confused. "Me?"

"Yeah." You were quiet for a moment, taking a deep breath and looked up at him, your expression soft and tender. "Happy anniversary Sanji."

"Well- I," Sanji stuttered. He was so terribly confused what you were on about but your expression didn't change. It was like you were waiting for him to realize what you were talking about. He let out a small breath. "I'm sorry, y/n. What are you talking about, sweetheart? What anniversary?"

Was he already dating you and it was an important anniversary for you both? Was he dreaming?

"Well, technically it's not your anniversary yet. But at midnight, it will be. It'll be ten years to the day..." you trailed off, looking down at the cake you made.

Ten years?

Suddenly, it all made sense to him. Everything. It was his ten-year anniversary....of being saved from that rock he was stranded on, with Zeff. The day that he would count as one of the happiest and hardest days of his life simultaneously.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice from wavering as best he could. "Ten years from he day I was saved..." He took a steadying breath as he looked at you.

As hard as the day was for him, he couldn't believe that you actually remembered the date. He had told you part of his horrible back story months ago when he had met you, right around the time when he told Luffy that story. Never did he think that you would do so much as to even remember the month and day of when he had gotten saved. The day he got a second chance at life.

"You remembered?" he asked incredulously.

"Of course I did," you say simply, not offended by his question at all. You looked at him with a small smile, a twinkle in your eye. "It's the day that saved your life." In a quieter tone, you looked back down at your cake, a hint of embarrassment in your words, "If this day didn't happen ten years ago, I never would've met you. And I can't imagine never meeting you."

Sanji felt frozen in place as he stared at you. He felt his heartrate skyrocket.

But you weren't done with your sweet words. "Whenever you talked about that time in your life, you're always so sad over it. And rightfully so!" you quickly added, looking at him, your face flushing slightly. "But I don't want you to be sad over it anymore. So I figured I would make you your favorite dessert and surprise you with it so we could celebrate this day together but..."

You never told me what your favorite dessert was, were the unspoken words that hung in the air.

Truthfully, he wasn't a huge dessert person so he truly didn't have an answer when you had asked earlier but that didn't mean he didn't know a few desserts or two. He quickly scanned over your baked creation, looking at the details more closely and a smile twitched on his face when he realized the kind of cake you made.

"Is that a strawberry lemon cake?" he asked, his crooked smile growing wider when he saw your eyes light up.

Instantly, you looked up at him, immediately making eye contact with him, your face full of surprise. "Y-yes! It is...how'd you know..?"

"Ah, don't you know who you're talking to? The greatest chef in all of the four seas?" he asked playfully. "I know a strawberry lemon cake whenever I see one." Seeing the pair of forks and small plates you had already set out for you both, Sanji reached for a fork, looking at you with a raised brow. "May I?"

"Of course," you quickly nodded, gesturing for him to dig in.

As he took a forkful off the edge and put the dessert in his mouth, the sweetness and flavors immediately dancing on his tongue, you told him something sweet as he tasted something sweet.

"This is actually my favorite dessert," you admitted. Playing with hem of your apron (which he noted you looked so adorable in), you looked at him full of apprehension. "Do you like it? I think I could've done a better job..."

"This is the best thing I've ever tasted," he said without thinking.

And was he lying? Absolutely not. Since he was a cook, he was accustomed to so-called 'perfect meals' and all other 'amazing' creations. But this? A sweet cake made with love that was actually good? It was the truth: this was the best thing he'd ever had and he now had a favorite dessert, your strawberry lemon cakes.

"Ah, you're just saying that..."

"I'm serious." Sanji straightened up. "Something as good as this, made with love by you? And for such a...special occasion? I'm serious, y/n." He made sure he locked eyes with you, hoping you could feel everything he was feeling. "This is truly, the best thing I've ever had."

At his genuine compliment, he saw your apprehension melt away, that look being taken over by a look that radiated happiness. You were beaming. "Aw, Sanji," you said bashfully, waving him off slightly, a slight dusting of pink on your cheeks. "Well, thank you."

As he slowly made his way around the counter to be closer to you, he asked, "Wanna tell me how you made this incredible creation, Missus? I've never made one before."

At the opportunity to teach the Going Merry's chef something about food, an excited smile broke out across your face as you started explaining how you made your favorite dessert, launching into an animated explanation.

Once he was on the same side of the counter as you, practically a foot away but wanting to be closer, needing to touch you in some way but holding himself back, he listened to you explain every detail to him with a full feeling in his heart and a soft smile on his face.

Never before had someone done such a sweet and kind act for him, trying to help him heal from one of his traumas, but here you were, up all night practically so you could surprise him. The longer he looked at you, the more certain that yeah, Nami was right. He didn't like you as a friend. He liked you much more than a friend should.

He had feelings for you.

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[clockwayswrites]

Cozytober Part 13: Apple Cider Donuts or muffins

masterpost, so much pain, head is burning. ow.

The cafe was actually pretty cute. It had gotten a corner spot. The wooden parts of the building were repainted with bright reds and yellows that brightened up the weathered and greyed sandstone that ran along the base of the building. It looked decently busy too, which certainly put a smile on Jason’s face.

Danny scoped out the pastry case as Jason waited in line for them. There were were the usual muffins, of course, as well as those colorful round Mexican buns that Danny couldn’t remember the name of. Danny hated himself that he was totally going to get a pan de muertos for later, half because of the name. For the moment, though, it was the apple cider donuts that were calling to him.

He wandered back to Jason to report the option and get the low down on the drinks himself.

After Jason and the barista exchanged brief peasantries and updates, they got their order in. Chai for Jason, hot chocolate with a shot of espresso for Danny, a muffin and pan de muertos to have tomorrow morning, and a little pile of apple cider donuts for now. Danny stacked them up neatly on the plate once they settled at a table, making a little tower of the small donuts.

“Am I allowed to eat one, or can I only admire your tower?” Jason asked.

“I shall generously allow you to eat it,” Danny said in his most magnanimous voice as he grabbed one himself. He took a bite and basically melted. “Ancients, do you think I can learn to make donuts?”

“No, Danny, no,” Jason said quickly. “Donuts means very, very hot oil and I do not want to have to take you to the emergency room for burns all over your arms.”

Danny took a thoughtful bite of his donut. “Okay, that’s… yeah, that’s a fair point. I will resit the urge to make donuts.”

“Thank you, boo. I’d like you to avoid getting hurt,” Jason said and finally took a bite of his donut. “But okay, you’re right that these are amazing.”

Danny opened his mouth to tease Jason only to snap it closed when Jason jutted a finger at him.

“That does not mean donut making is on the table,” Jason said firmly. “It just means that I’ll do my best to keep you in good supply while they’re in season.”

Danny sighed dramatically. “Fine. Add kisses onto the table and you have a deal.”

“Always have kisses for you,” Jason said.

“Deal then,” Danny said. He leaned across the table to give Jason a quick peck… as well as snag another donut.

They really were good.

[sailortongue]

Domestic Bliss

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

wc: 1k

summary: there's nothing better than spending a slow morning with your husband

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It was early when you woke, not quite 8 a.m. yet. You opened your eyes slowly and found yourself face-to-face with your still-sleeping husband. You smiled softly at how relaxed he looked and brought your hand up to brush away a lock of hair that had fallen onto his face. His eyelids fluttered briefly before opening, a sleepy grin spreading across his features. “Good morning,” he said, voice still gravelly with sleep.

“Good morning, Spence. It’s Saturday,” you said.

“Saturday?” he asked, confused, his brilliant brain not quite awake yet. His brows furrowed in thought for a moment, and then his eyes brightened with realization. It was Saturday, and he was still here in bed with his wife. He hadn’t been called away and was free to spend the morning in domestic bliss with the love of his life.

He pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on your forehead, a content sigh leaving his lips. You nuzzled your nose against his chest and asked, “Are you ready to get up or do you want to get some more sleep?”

He was silent for a moment before speaking. “I’ll make breakfast if you pick the documentary?”

You agreed, but as you tried to get up he squeezed you tightly against him once more before letting you free. You watched as he got up and padded over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You opted to wait until he was finished until you took your turn, which gave you the perfect excuse to stare at his bare back.

“I can see you staring in the mirror, y’know?” he said around his toothbrush as best he could.

You groaned and pulled the sheets over your face to hide the prominent blush. You could hear him laughing in the bathroom at your reaction, as well as the sound of running water. He walked back over to the bed and crawled atop your smaller form still concealed beneath the covers.

He pulled them away from your face and laughed again. You were just too cute for words. He began peppering kisses all over your face, eliciting a yelp from you that quickly turned into laughter.

“Spencer!” you shrieked as his hands tickled your sides. He laughed along with you and pulled you into a sitting position.

“Up up up,” he said.

You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before finally getting out of bed. As you were brushing your teeth, you found the roles reversed. WIth the bathroom door open, you had a perfect view of the bedroom reflected in the mirror. You ignored him as best you could as you completed your morning routine, but even when you finished you saw that his gaze was still intent on you in the reflection.

You copied his words from minutes earlier. “I can see you staring in the mirror, y’know?”

He chuckled and stood from his place on the edge of the bed. He made his way to stand behind you and draped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck, his eyes peeking out to make eye contact with you in the mirror. “Of course I’m staring. You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

You smiled warmly at his reflection and turned in his hold. “And you're the handsomest man I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, you’re just saying that,” he said in mock bashfulness.

As always, his antics caused a laugh to escape past your lips. “C’mon,” you said, taking his hand in yours and leading him into the living room. “In a nature documentary mood this morning. Sound good to you?”

He hummed. “Sounds perfect. You get one set up while I take care of breakfast.”

You nodded, and Spencer went off into the kitchen where you could hear the loud noises of him rummaging through the pans. You found a documentary that piqued your interest and set it up on the TV so that all you would need to do is hit play when the two of you were ready.

You joined Spencer in the kitchen and saw him standing in front of the stove, placing cinnamon rolls onto the pan. While he was busy, you took it upon yourself to start a pot of coffee.

“Hey, hey, I said I’d take care of breakfast. You go sit down and get comfortable,” objected your husband.

You rolled your eyes but continued what you were doing. “The sooner this is finished the sooner we can cuddle,” you teased in a sing-song voice.

“Fine,” he acquiesced. 

The two of you finished your respective tasks, and Spencer held out his hand to you. “Dance with me?”

You looked at him with a questioning expression on your face. He gestured for you to take his hand again, which you hesitantly did.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him to sway to imaginary music. He rested his chin atop your ahead, beginning to hum a little tune. You stayed just like that until the timer for the rolls went off, and by that point the coffee was done as well. You reluctantly separated from him as Spencer grabbed a plate from the cabinet and you prepared mugs for each of you, being sure to add an obscene amount of sugar to Spencer’s.

Once the cinnamon rolls were plated and your coffees made, the two of you made your way back to the living room and placed your breakfast on the coffee table. Spencer grabbed a blanket, and you picked up the remote from where you left it. Spencer, with the blanket now snugly wrapped around him, pulled you backwards to fall into his lab on the couch, wrapping you in the blanket with him.

You giggled at his actions, turning your head to press a kiss to his jaw. With your back comfortably settled against his chest, you finally pressed play to start the documentary. You couldn’t ask for a more perfect morning: cinnamon rolls, coffee, and snuggles and kisses with your wonderful husband.

[justagamerandaweeb]

Bromance - Modern AU! Hakuji and Kyojuro x Reader

Hakuji is bi, Kyojuro is pan. They would've been a cute couple if you really put some thought into it.

Toxic, but still cute.

Art by p1nkmenace63, Pink and orange divider by @peachesboard, and pink and orange MDNI banner by @roseschoices.

The following smut includes: nipple play, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, fellatio (both (Y/N) and Kyojuro are both giving), double barrel blowjob, skinfluting, teasing, cum swallowing, and cum licking.

Kyojuro profusely sweating after another day of sparring with Hakuji as he sat down on the floor with his legs crossed and the top half of his gi off. He opened the bottle of water in his hand and took a few sips of it as he lets out a sigh of relief and puts the cap back on. "Water, you are a lifesaver." He puts the bottle next to him and does a few arm and leg stretches as he slouches against the wall and closes his eyes.

He sighed as he had a brief moment of peace before he felt someone softly kick his foot. He opens his eyes and sees that it is (Y/N) towering over him. She smiled at him and waved as he said, "Oh, hey (Y/N). When did you get here?"

"I came through the door, seeing you two when I was passing by." She sits down next to him and asks, "So... How are you and Hakuji doing today?" "We're doing good. Just finished sparring with him if you couldn't tell." He said as he heard the sound of a body slamming on the floor. They both turn their heads to see Hakuji performing an Ezekiel Choke on one of the students.

The student struggled to disconnect the lock, but Hakuji had a firm grip on the forearm of his gi. "You gotta tap, that's the only way you get out of this." Hakuji commented at the student he was choking out. The more the student struggled, the more he tightened the submission. It got so tight in fact, that the student started to violently cough and their face started to turn red. "Tap." Hakuji softly barked at them as they closed their eyes and clenched their teeth before admitting defeat and tapping on the floor.

He got off of the student and they violently coughed as they held their neck, wheezing as oxygen entered their mouth, went down to their trachea, both left and right into their bronchus, and into their lungs. Their breathing started to relax as Hakuji extended their hand to them, and to his surprise, they accepted it. He picks them up and pats their shoulder as he compliments them, "That was a good fight. You would've been a challenge for me if you countered my takedown."

The student nods as they say, "Yeah..." And pats Hakuji's shoulder. They let go of his hand as they walked in the other direction, and Hakuji shouted at them, "Make sure you drink some water!" And they gave him a thumbs up behind their back while walking. Hakuji waved at them and saw Kyojuro and (Y/N) sitting together, so he took this as an opportunity to follow suit and sit with them.

Kyojuro grabbed his water bottle and extended it to Hakuji, gesturing at him to see if he would like a waterfall. He waved his hand left and right, politely declining the offer as Kyojuro put his bottle back on the floor. "Fancy seeing you here, (Y/N). You came to see us shit on the other students as we train? Or did you just come to hang out with us?"

(Y/N) giggles before responding to his question, "Well, originally it was hanging out with you guys, but seeing the way you choked out that other student, I think it's a mix of both." Kyojuro and Hakuji chuckled at that response as Hakuji noted, "Enjoy it while it lasts, we might be leaving in the next hour or so."

"Aw..." (Y/N) pouted. "Yeah, I know. But hey, once we're done with this, we can go get something to eat. Kyojuro, you up for round two?" "I am more than willing to oblige." Kyojuro agreed with Hakuji as he stood up and stretched. He then palmed his fist, which made a very loud slap, and said, "Shall we get started?" Hakuji scoffs playfully as he gets up and tightens his belt as they both walk on the mat. They both palmed their fist together, and bowed down to each other before taking their stances.

Hakuji, Kyojuro, and (Y/N) walked out of the building as Kyojuro and Hakuji were wearing their casual clothing with their duffle bags on their shoulder. Both of their faces were a little sweaty, but didn't smell musky due to them having deodorant on. "Well, that was fun." Hakuji commented while Kyojuro added on, "Indeed it was. Even though I was getting molly-whopped by you, I still had a fun time!" Walking with both of his hands behind his head, with a smile on his face.

(Y/N) softly giggles at his cheery carefree attitude while Hakuji scoffed with a smile on his face. "Even amidst defeat, you always look at things in a positive light." Hakuji said as Kyojuro retorted, "Well, you'll have to thank my mother for that. She told me to always be happy, even when things seem grim at certain times. Because tomorrow will be better than today, and if not, theres always the day after that. Rest her soul, she was a good woman, and a good mother." Kyojuro noted as they were walking.

They remained silent, the sound of cars passing by reducing the loudness of silence as they walked. Kyojuro's head perked up as he laughed and said, "Did I just ruin the mood? My apologies! I just miss my mom sometimes. C'mon, let's go get something to eat, like Hakuji said." And heavily sighs.

(Y/N) got closer to him as she looked down and locked hands with him. Kyojuro looks at her, and softly smiled at her as Hakuji wraps his arm around his shoulder. Kyojuro softly chuckles as they continue to walk on the sidewalk, wandering off until they stop at a certain restaurant so they can have some food in their stomachs.

They all stopped at a ramen restaurant, and went inside as they sat down on the stools which were in front of the ramen menu. Hakuji asked Kyojuro and (Y/N), "Alright, what are you guys getting? I already know what I want." He said, scratching the right side of his face with his index finger. Kyojuro responds by saying, "I'll just take a soba soup, since that's my go-to whenever I eat something that includes ramen. (Y/N)?"

"Uh... I guess I'll take... tonkotsu...?" (Y/N) pondered at that last part, unsure if that's what she really wants. Hakuji scoffs as he puts on his headphones, and plays his playlist as he taps his finger on the counter, waiting for the server to come by and take his order. While Kyojuro and (Y/N) look around the restaurant, like a pair of curious kids.

"So... How have you been? I think I forgot to ask you that when you came over to the dojo." Kyojuro says, leaning forward to make eye contact with (Y/N). "Oh. Well, I've been doing good. I currently have the day off from my job, so that's why I decided to hang out with you guys." "Oh, that's nice." Kyojuro commented while Hakuji was still on his phone.

"Mind if I ask you something, (Y/N)? And you don't have to answer if you don't feel comfortable." He said, his eyes darting to Hakuji who was looking to his left bobbing his head to whatever song he was listening to, and back to (Y/N). "What do you think of Hakuji as a person?'

"Hm, well... I think he's nice. He's a bit of a rebel at certain times, but he shows respect to people when he thinks they earned it. And he's respectable to women, from what I've seen from him." (Y/N) stated, showing mutual respect for him. "Hm, okay then. Now for my second question, what do you think of him as a friend?"

(Y/N) was about to speak, but Kyojuro cut her off by noting, "And don't say anything like what you just described him as a person. I want to see what you think of him as a friend." Her face started to become a little red as she began to speak up about what she thought about him. "He's... Um... wow, this shouldn't be a hard question... He's..." (Y/N)'s leg started to bounce as she couldn't find a good answer for him. Sure, she knew he was a good friend to her, fantastic even, but she couldn't find the words to describe him.

"If it's too hard for you, let me rephrase; what qualities does he have that make him a good friend?" Him saying that, made more clearer for (Y/N) to answer. She softly cleared her throat as she said, "He's... generous... he's patient with me, like he doesn't want to start anything... He's kind, and respectful too. He doesn't get angry with me like he does with other people, but when he does, he'll leave me alone and try to cope on his own."

"I'm pretty sure you described him as a gentleman." Kyojuro stated leaning his head to the right with a smile on his face. "Now, for the last question... and I need you to answer this as genuinely as you can..." he leans closer to her, getting a little bit into her personal space as he whispers, "What do you think of him... as a lover?"

A bead of sweat formed on the right side of (Y/N)'s forehead as Kyojuro leaned back, and gave (Y/N) the time to process. Her face became more red as she nervously swallowed the spit that was in her mouth as she was spiraling in her head, What type of question is that?! How can you ask someone a question like that so casually? How can you expect someone to even properly process that question!? And... why does my stomach feel weird when I think about it...? (Y/N) puts her hand on her stomach as she starts to feel lightheaded from thinking about an answer to Kyojuro's question.

"Excuse me?" They both heard a random stranger say. They both paid their attention to the voice, to see a young woman in a chef outfit, with a pen and a notepad in her hands. "Can I get you two anything?" Kyojuro softly chuckles as Kyojuro says, "Apologies for not noticing you, young lady. But yeah, I'll take a bowl of soba please." He said as the lady wrote down the food of choice and looked at (Y/N). "Tonkotsu..." She softly uttered as she wrote down the food and said, "I'll have your bowls in a couple of minutes." And walked away. "Thank you, ma'am!" Kyojuro exclaimed as he softly sighed, and looked back at (Y/N), who still had a visible blush on her face.

"I think... I'm gonna go to the restroom. Get my bearings straight as I... yeah." She stood up off the stool, and started to walk to a hall that led to the restroom. As Kyojuro watched her walk to the hall, he thought to himself, Hm. Seems like (Y/N) has feelings for Hakuji. Which, is reasonable. I mean, I have my significant feelings towards him, so I get where she's coming from. But, now that I'm waiting for her to leave the restroom... his eyes transitioned to Hakuji's direction as he then sat on (Y/N)'s stool, and Hakuji took his headphones off as he saw him in his peripherals.

"Kyojuro? Where's (Y/N)?" Hakuji questioned, looking around the restaurant for her. "She's in the restroom. If you're wondering why, it's because she's processing an answer to a question I ask her. A question that is entirely about you, and your relations with her." A blush started to fade into Hakuji's face as he said, "My relations...? The hell did you say to her about me?" He barked, making his voice sound more serious but still maintaining the blush on his face. Kyojuro leans towards Hakuji and asks Hakuji, "What do you think of (Y/N) as a person?"

(Y/N) splashed water on her face as her hands started to shake, and her heart started to become more audible in her ears. She made a sharp inhale, held her breath for a few seconds, and softly exhaled. She repeated this cycle a few more times until her heart started to slow down. She repeated what Kyojuro said to her in her head, "What do you think of him... as a lover?"

She tightly balled her fist as she thought to herself, I think of him as... as... she whined as even in her thoughts, she couldn't think of a legitimate answer. I think of him as... a... a good husband... she palmed her face with both of her hands as she rapidly stomped on the floor, screaming internally. This shouldn't be a hard question! All I have to do is tell Kyojuro how I feel about him! Wait, no that's not- She made some sort of noise that sounded like a squeal, but a moan of embarrassment at the same time.

Her hands slid down her face as he let out a sigh of defeat as she left the restroom. As she was walking, she thought to herself, Okay, all you need to do is tell Kyojuro that Hakuji would make a good husband... surely that'll convince him of what I think about him, right? She trotted back to the main room, and saw Hakuji and Kyojuro eating their bowls of ramen. She made a brief huff and puff as she walked back to the stool that she was sitting on, grabbed and broke the chopsticks apart, and picked up a handful of noodles with a half-cut egg in it.

She took the chopsticks and shoved them into her mouth as she started to chew the delicacy that was in her mouth. It had a bitter, tangy taste to it, mixed with the slight sourness of the noodles, and the sulfurous flavor of the egg, it was quite the delectable meal. As she was eating her bowl, Hakuji couldn't help but keep glancing at her. What he told Kyojuro, was feelings that he genuinely had for her. But, he doesn't know if she has the same since he was too busy listening to music.

He would continue to eat his bowl of ramen as he spoke to himself, If what Kyojuro told me about how (Y/N) feels about me is true, then how should I even respond to her? I do like her, but, I don't know if we're on that level yet, and I don't want to make her uncomfortable if she isn't. He was about to put the ramen in his mouth, but stopped as he was almost about to. He puts the chopsticks down in the bowl and softly sighs. Damn it... Now I don't feel hungry anymore... he pushes the bowl away to the left from him, and slumps his head on the counter.

(Y/N) looked to her left to see him like that, and she could only guess what she was thinking about. As Kyojuro was eating, he looks to his left to see (Y/N) staring at Hakuji as he swallows his food and prods her shoulder with his index finger. She turned her head back to face him, and he said, "Is there something you wanna tell him?" She looks back at Hakuji as she puckers her lips and softly groans. Kyojuro softly sighed through his nose as he spoke out, "Y'know what? I think I have an idea for all three of us. Check please!" He shouted, making even Hakuji lift his head back up from the boom of his voice.

One of the waiters walked to him and gave him the receipt for the food they just consumed. He took out his wallet, and gave the waiter the amount of yen required as he grabbed his duffel bag that was on the floor, stood up off the stool, and tapped on (Y/N) and Hakuji's shoulder. They both watch Kyojuro leave the restaurant, and they both briefly look at each other, with blushes on their faces as they avoid eye contact the millisecond they look at each other.

Hakuji grabbed his duffel bag, and started to walk to the door exit. (Y/N) follows him and he leaves the door open for her to walk through. Once she walked through, he let go of the door and started to follow her as she was following Kyojuro. (Y/N) started to walk a little bit faster to Kyojuro to ask him something. And once she did, she asked him, "Where are you taking us?" And which made Kyojuro smile as he responded, "We're going to my place. That way, we can have this... confab, about how you both feel about each other."

(Y/N)'s blush became more visible as she started to slow down, but not be slow enough to where Kyojuro was a couple of feet away from her, rather being in a line in the middle between Kyojuro and Hakuji. The sound of her heart became more audible in her ears as her body started to feel light as they were walking on the sidewalk. Thankfully the walk didn't last long as they arrived at the place Kyojuro lived in; an apartment complex.

Kyojuro grabs the door handle, and pulls it open for (Y/N) and Hakuji to walk through. Kyojuro follows them as Hakuji presses the button to call the elevator. Hakuji was bouncing his leg, (Y/N) clamped her hands together, looking down with slight embarrassment on her face, and Kyojuro had a smile on his face. The elevator opened, and the trio went inside as Kyojuro pressed the button that led to the fourth floor of the building. The door closed and the elevator started to go up.

(Y/N)'s body started to become light again, not from the elevator going up, but from this sense of trepidation. She knew what was about to happen, but she didn't know what to do when the time came. All she could do was just roll with it, and see what would happen. Soon the elevator made a stop and dinged as the elevator door opened. Kyojuro's hand went into his back pocket as he took out a keycard. He started to spin the card in between the gaps of his fingers as they were walking.

Eventually, they stopped at a door as Kyojuro swiped the card at the card reader, and the reader beeps as Kyojuro grabbed the door handle, and opened the door. They all went inside as they took off their shoes and took off their hoodies. Kyojuro folded his up on his forearm, Hakuji threw his on the couch and put his luggage on the floor, and (Y/N) put hers on the lamp table. They followed Kyojuro to his room and they saw a king-sized bed that had a grey comforter and big pillows. "Alright, both of you sit down."

Hakuji and (Y/N) both looked at each other and they softly swallowed their spit as they slowly walked to the bed, and sat down on it. Kyojuro puts his bag in the closet as he says, "I'm gonna get us some drinks, why don't you two talk about how you both feel about each other while I do so?" Both of them remained silent until Kyojuro left and closed the door behind him, and now there was silence. Their hearts profusely beating out of their chest as they couldn't help but glance at each other.

Their stomachs felt weird, like there was a constant churn in their stomachs as they struggled to find words to say to each other. (Y/N) twisted her legs together as she twiddled her thumbs and looked down at the floor, showing clear signs of uneasiness from the tension that was flowing through the room. Hakuji was bouncing his right leg and his hands were clenched together as he too didn't know what to say.

Correction; he did know what to say, but he didn't know how to deliver it. Reason? He doesn't quite know himself. Fear of rejection? Misinterpreting about what he said? So many negative things going through his mind, that it made it more harder to get his bearings straight. He huffed as he turned his head and was about to speak, but then was met with (Y/N)'s lips on his.

His eyes widened as he made a sound that indicated extreme confusion, and unexpectancy. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him, not giving him any time to properly process what was happening as they both collapsed on the bed, and (Y/N) was mounted on top of him. His arms were up, beside both sides of his head as he listened to the sounds of (Y/N) whimpers and their lips reconnecting. She leaned her head to the right to make the kiss deeper as drool started to run down their mouths.

What the fuck is happening...? She's... She's kissing me... and mounted on top of me... Should I feel happy, or concerned? I'm glad she has the same feelings for me... but, at the same time, it feels like she's forcing herself to do this, despite being a year older than me. Hakuji lifts his arms up and puts his hands on her shoulders as he softly pushes her off. "Wh- What are you doing? S-Shouldn't you be happy that I'm kissing you?" She said, her voice trembling as if she was about to break into tears.

Hakuji then avoided eye contact with her as he asked her, "Are you... comfortable doing this...?" "H-Huh?" Hakuji slowly sat up as his right hand slowly crept up to (Y/N)'s cheek. "You don't have to force yourself to do something you aren't comfortable with. Yes, I love you. But I don't want our first time together to be something that feels like we have to do because Kyojuro told us to. Like some damn arranged marriage that the two didn't agree with. So (Y/N), please tell me," he puts his hand on the back of her head and their foreheads bumped against each other, "Are you comfortable doing this with me?"

Tears started to well up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she backed away from him and started to wipe her eyes. "I-I'm sorry..." This made Hakuji tilt his head in a confused manner as he asked her, "What are you apologizing for? I'm just asking you if you're comfortable doing this. Is there... something I said wrong...?" "N-No, no, no, it's just... I-I've never done this before, a-and... I'm afraid that I'm gonna do a bad job a-and-" Hakuji silenced her as he softly put his lips onto hers, making her elicit a moan.

His hands cupped her cheeks as he tilted his head to the side and slid his tongue inside (Y/N)'s mouth. She softly whimpered as he mounted on top of her. She felt his tongue touch hers, which made her recoil a little before melting into it. Their tongue slowly twirled with one another due to the inexperience they both had as this was their first legitimate kiss. Hakuji's hands started to slide down to her face, and onto her hindquarters. She softly gasped as she felt Hakuji's firm hands softly squeezing her behind as if it were a pillow made out of memory foam.

They both stopped kissing as both of their faces were burgundy, their pupils dilated and steam coming out of their mouths through every exhale they'd done. "I'll tell you once again, are you comfortable doing this with me?" She softly nodded as Hakuji said to her, "Don't nod to me, I wanna hear you say it." Despite being 18 years old, he was always so commanding and respectful to other people, when they earned his respect, of course. (Y/N) softly swallowed her spit as she softly inhaled and responded, "Yes, Hakuji. I am comfortable doing this with you."

Hakuji smirked as he said, "Good." And kissed her again. This time however, he decided to take the initiative, and started to move his hand onto her shirt and started to fondle her. She mewled at the sensation of his hand touching her cloth-covered breast, but whimpered out, "W-Wait, my shirt is gonna wrinkle..." This causes Hakuji to stop as he grabs the bottom rim of her shirt and says, "Can I take it off? And please say that I can rather than nodding to me."

(Y/N) softly whined at the retort of his question, but she answered him as she wanted this to happen. "Please do." And so he did, slowly rolling her shirt up to reveal her stomach, and soon enough, her bra. She raised her arms so he completely took off the shirt as he dropped it on the floor and looked at her body. He started to caress her body, making her mewl again as she moved her head to the right and looked out the night city. "So soft..." he softly utters as he lowers his head down and starts to peck her stomach with soft and sensual kisses.

She cooed at his warm, chapped lips touching her sensitive skin, as she closed her eyes and softly balled her fists up as she felt the prints of his fingers touch her sides. His kisses from her stomach began to get higher and higher until he reached her xiphoid process and was between her breasts. He grabbed the rim of her bra as he looked up at her and she softly spoke, "Do it..." he was about to push them up until he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Sorry guys, I was washing the dishes since I forgot how full my sink— oh." Kyojuro stared at Hakuji mounted on top of (Y/N), as it looked like he was about to take (Y/N)'s bra off. "Am... I interrupting the fun? I could always leave you two alone and..." he clears his throat and scratches the back of his head as a blush forms on his face. "I'm gonna go, uh... Yeah." Kyojuro was about to walk out of the room but (Y/N) called out his name, stopping Kyojuro from completely closing the door.

He reopens it as (Y/N) starts to struggle to find the words to say now that he was making eye contact with her in this... rather interesting position she was in. "I... Y-You..." she covers her face from embarrassment as Hakuji asks her, "Do you... want him to stay?" She nodded on impulse, as Hakuji looked back at Kyojuro and gestured him to come in. Kyojuro's eyes slightly widened as he reopened the door, and closed it. "Well, since I'm here, I guess I should fit the mood... right?" He said as he started to take off his shirt, and unbuckle his belt.

He walked to the other side of the bed and sat down with his arms and legs crossed together, and softly chuckled as he glanced at them. His face was red just like the tips of his hair as he said, "Well? Continue with what you two were doing." Hakuji and (Y/N) both looked back at each other before Hakuji slowly pushed (Y/N)'s bra off to show her breasts in full display. The tips of Hakuji's ears started to turn into a blood-like color as this was the first time seeing a woman's breasts.

It's as if his hands were on autopilot as they immediately groped and squeezed one of them, making (Y/N) exclaim a moan from her lips. Kyojuro's eyes widened from the sound that came out of her mouth, while Hakuji quickly pulled his hand back and said, "Sorry! Did... did I hurt you?" She shook her head and said, "N-No... It didn't hurt. Y-You can keep going." She said, in a hush, feeble tone. Hakuji looked back down to her mounds of flesh, softly clasped his hand on one of them, and started to softly fondle it.

She elicited another moan from her lips, feeling his firm but gentle hand on her made her body feel warm and fuzzy. While Kyojuro was forming a half-chub in his pants as he watched. His body temperature began to rise as he watched the action unfold. Seeing that Hakuji wasn't completely on top of her, he took the opportunity to move down to the lower half of her body, and grabbed the rim of her pants as he slowly pulled them down. "K-Kyojuro..."

Kyojuro pulled her pants off and dropped them on the of the bed as he started to trail his hands onto (Y/N)'s legs, making her softly whimper as Hakuji continued to fondle her. Her skin against his prints made it feel like he was trailing his fingers against silk. Her smooth, hairless legs stimulate his prints as he courses them. Her skin... it's so soft... he thought as he lowered his head down, and began to peck her leg.

(Y/N) was about to moan out Kyojuro's name, but then she made a loud gasp as she felt Hakuji suck on her nipple, making her slightly bend her neck and back. His warm mouth around her gave her chills throughout her body, and it didn't help the fact that her nipples were fully erect. Not only that, but her spot from down there was slowly becoming self-lubricated.

Hakuji softly cupped his hands on the mound of flesh he was sucking on, moving his tongue up and down on her erect teat as he moans and send vibrations on it. She moans a little bit louder than before, making her toes softly curl up in the process. Kyojuro then glanced at (Y/N)'s undergarments, to see a small damp spot between her hips, only indicating what that spot could be.

His chub started to become more visible and his bottom half started to become more tense. He got on his hands and knees and started to reach his hand out to it. He grabs the part of the crotch and pulls it to the side to reveal her wet, puffy lips. His shaft in his pants became fully erect when he lays eyes on it, her clit fully erect and twitching making him almost choke on his spit. He traces his fingers on her inner thigh, and slowly goes down to her spot as he uses his thumb and slowly moves it up and down.

(Y/N) gasps as her entire body tensed up and her back arched. Her breath hitches, and letting out slight whimpers as she tries to regain her composure. Kyojuro never heard a sound like that coming out of (Y/N) before, but a part of him for some odd reason enjoyed that sound.

And the smallest bit of him wouldn't mind if she made that sound again.

He continued to move his thumb up and down on her sensitive slit, making her ball her fist tight enough to the point where her knuckles started to turn white, and she was breathing in short rapid pants. "K-Kyojuro! P-Please!" Hakuji was still sucking on (Y/N)'s nipple, and he started to get an erection as he was hearing the sounds of (Y/N)'s mewls of pleasure.

She's so wet down here... it's... unreal... I wonder what would happen if I... he swallows his spit and licks his lips as he starts to imagine what it would be like to lick her warm, tight, pink, wet, and sticky insides. And then, something clicked in his mind as he used both of his thumbs, glancing at her cunt winking at him, and that caused him, on impulse, to lick it.

Her legs instantly formed an x formation as she immediately grabbed a fistful of his hair, and pucked her lips to stifle a scream. He continued to lick her down there, now nose-deep and his lips latched onto hers. The musky aroma that he scented from her spot, made his head feel slightly floaty, as if she was laced with some sort of aphrodisiac and was having the first chance of tasting it. He closed his eyes and softly groaned as he felt her juices flow through his tongue.

She tastes so good... she might be tastier than actual food... he thought as he puts his hands onto her inner thighs and began to suck on her bead. Her hand gripped his hair tighter as she felt him sucking on her sensitive clit, releasing an exclaim of pleasure through her mouth. Hakuji stops sucking her nipple as he then started to pull his pants and boxers off to reveal his erect shaft. Him watching this all play out made him want to feel good as well. He stood on his knees as he said, "(Y/N)..."

(Y/N) looks to her left to see a dark pink tip with a transparent bead of liquid on it. (Y/N)'s face heats up as she looks up at Hakuji to see his face red as well, and avoiding eye contact with her. "If it's too much, you don't have to... you know..." She looked back down at his shaft that was twitching and was leaking out pre. His shaft was surrounded by some sort of musky scent that was making her head spin, and her intrusive thoughts were to lick the tip and the clear liquid, which she did.

Hakuji softly gasped as he felt her warm wet tongue lick his organic crown, making his shaft throb and his body have chills. She continued to lick his crown, getting a feel for what it would feel like before she fully committed to putting it in her mouth. His pre had a sour taste, but she liked it. She was savoring his taste as she was giving him kitty licks, slightly stimulating him.

Hakuji softly groans as he puts his hand on her head, and starts to stroke her hair. Fuck... even with her licking me like this, it still feels really good. He softly caressed the left side of her forehead with his thumb as he closed his eyes and let (Y/N) do her thing. Kyojuro stopped sucking (Y/N)'s clit as he pulled his head back to get some air. As he wiped his chin that was covered from (Y/N)'s lather as he thought, Fuck, that tasted delicious. I can still taste her from her remnants on my tongue. He licks his lips as he makes a hum of satisfaction.

However, he was a little caught off by how (Y/N) wasn't making that much noise now, as his eyes slowly pan up to see (Y/N) moving her tongue in a circle around Hakuji's crown. For whatever reason, Kyojuro's eyes were stuck on Hakuji's shaft. Its pale complexion with its smooth texture, not a single vein to be seen as his hair from down there looked a little formal, which couldn't be said for Kyojuro. Not only that, but his abdominal muscles were so tone, that both sides of his waist were forming a v that led straight to his crotch area.

It made Kyojuro drool a little without him realizing as he then softly shook his head, and sucked his saliva back. He then got on his hands and knees as he then started to crawl next to (Y/N), and started to lick the side of the body of his shaft. This made Hakuji slightly flinch from the feeling of another tongue licking him, so he opened his eyes to see Kyojuro, with his eyes closed, licking his rod. "T-The hell?"

(Y/N) slowly opens her eyes to see Kyojuro, right next to her, attempting to please Hakuji. She stops licking his tip as she says, "K-Kyojuro?" He stops as he makes a quick remark, "What? Can't I please him as well? I'll admit, his cock is what attracted me to pleasing him." Both of them turned burgundy when he said that with so much confidence and without stuttering at that. (Y/N) was about to speak until she was silenced by Kyojuro when he locked his lips onto hers.

She could taste the bits of her juices on his tongue as he slowly twirled it around hers, making her brain reach maximum stimulation. Kyojuro puts his hand on the back of (Y/N)'s head, making sure that she keeps her head steady as he twirls his tongue around hers. Hakuji's shaft began to twitch as he watched them kiss, seeing their saliva dripping down from their chin to the bed. They both stopped kissing as a string of saliva gaped the distance between them, and then Hakuji moved forward only to show his erect shaft to them.

He then put both of his hands on Kyojuro and (Y/N)'s heads as he softly pushed their heads until their lips were on his shaft. "I want to try something, Is that okay with you two? The way you both kissed... it just... fuck, it was hot." His face turned red when he said that, but that didn't stop him from continuing. "S-So, I'm gonna move my hips, and see what happens after, okay?" They both nod in agreement as Hakuji exhales, "Okay..." And started to move his hips.

Not even three thrusts in, and Hakuji was already groaning from the texture of their moist lips rubbing against his rod. Their tongues also rubbing under him amplified the feeling as he was thrusting at a moderate pace. He softly grips their hair as he utters, "F-Fuck..." and softly moans. Kyojuro started to move his tongue in and out of his mouth, making Hakuji slightly flinch as he was thrusting, while (Y/N) was moving her tongue left and right, lubricating a significant amount of his skin.

Kyojuro softly moaned on his rod, sending soft vibrations on his shaft, and making his breath hitch. "H-Hey, you can't do that... my dick's already sensitive enough as it is..." Kyojuro opens his eyes and glanced at (Y/N) to see that she was still letting her lips get rubbed on by his cock. His lips formed a smile as he then grabbed Hakuji's wrist from the back of his head, and pulled him down to the bed. He pinned him to the bed, and opened his legs, leaving his shaft constantly twitching for more stimulation.

He slowly crawled down to his shaft, and without giving Hakuji a chance to speak, he licked his tip. Hakuji grits his teeth and his left eye as he says, "Kyojuro, t-the hell—" he makes a gravely moan as he feels Kyojuro wrap his lips around him and bob his head. The muscles on his legs tensed up as he felt Kyojuro's mouth surrounding his shaft and going in and out of it. Hakuji put his hand on Kyojuro's face, trying to pull him off to make him stop, but his mouth felt so good, he couldn't help but feel weak to it.

(Y/N) help but watch Kyojuro pleasing Hakuji with his mouth, it made her slit feel really tingly and a bead of her juices started to run down her thigh. Her hand started to go under there, and she couldn't help but rub her finger up and down on it. She whimpers as she was stimulating herself with her finger, her wet and sensitive cunt educing lewd noises made this situation so much more erotic than it needed to be.

Kyojuro elicits a popping sound from his lips as he wipes his saliva from his chin and wraps his hand around his shaft and slowly starts to stroke it. Kyojuro turns around to see (Y/N) touching herself, which turned him on a little, and calls her out. "It's your turn now." She moved her finger away from her slit, which was now drenched from her juices as her fingers had multiple lines stretching away from her flower.

The entire top half of her body started to lean down, leaving her bottom half arching out upwards, and her rear completely in the air. (Y/N) looks at the stiff muscle occasionally twitching and throbbing as it waits to be stimulated. She felt Kyojuro's hand on the back of her head as he heard him whisper, "Come on now, don't be shy. If it helps, he tastes a little good." That gave (Y/N) a little smirk and a chuckle as he then opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around him, and softly started to bob her head.

Hakuji moans again, but rather than trying to push (Y/N)'s head off, he pats her hair as he looks up at the ceiling and says, "F-Fuck..." Kyojuro notices that (Y/N)'s ass was in the air, and he took advantage of the position she was in as he sat up and got behind her. He looks down to see his raging erection tenting his pants as he thinks, Huh, somehow I forgot these were on. Ah, doesn't matter, now that we're here. He took them off, as well as his boxers, grabs his shaft from the base, and started to move it up and down on her drenched cunt.

(Y/N) felt her entire body tense up as she felt Kyojuro's shaft moving up and down on her spot, teasing her entrance as he lubricated himself for what was about to come, but not in the way she thought. She continued to pleasure Hakuji orally as saliva was running down his shaft, laying the saliva that was already coating his rod from Kyojuro. "D-Dosh dis phel gud, Hakushi?" She says, her mouth full from his shaft in her mouth. "Yeah... Y-Yeah, it does... I can only imagine what you're gonna feel like down there. So warm, and tight..." his shaft throbbed just from thinking about it.

Meanwhile, Kyojuro was making muffled groans as he was coating his shaft with (Y/N)'s cunt-juice, moving his hips up and down and even going as far as taking all four of his fingers, rubbing her with them, and stroking his rod. His shaft felt so sensitive, it felt like he could burst just from pumping himself alone. Her discharge felt so slimy yet smooth, it felt like he was moving his hand up and down with ease. He decided to pump himself lying down on his back, next to Hakuji as he does so.

Hakuji turns his head to see Kyojuro right next to him, and he makes a soft frown on his face, but still maintains his blush. Kyojuro leans towards him only to peck his lips, and making Hakuji more flustered. Kyojuro softly chuckles. But moans as he suddenly felt (Y/N) sucking his shaft as well, leaving Hakuji blue-balled and begging for more. "Hey, I wasn't finished yet... you can't just stop and do him next."

Kyojuro chuckles again as he says, "Well, th-there is one way we could do it... (Y/N), stop." Kyojuro commanded her, making a hum that gives off a sense of confusion as she takes his cock out of his mouth and said, "D-Did I do something wrong? Why are you telling me to stop?" She said, softly panting as she swallowed her saliva. "First off, no, you're doing a fantastic job. Second off, Hakuji wants you to suck his cock again since you stopped so abruptly for me. So, I have a solution that may or may not work. And all we need to do, specifically me and Hakuji, is to stand on our knees."

Hakuji was a little confused by this, but he still went with it as he sat up and stood on his knees with Hakuji. Kyojuro scooted closer to him as he put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Now, I want you to fit both of us in your mouth. Think you can do that?" Leaving both (Y/N) and Hakuji's faces having the ideal color of blood covering their face and ears.

If they were in some sort of animation, blood would be spewing out of their noses like as if they were in a show that had nothing but fan service. "O... O-okay..." (Y/N) grabs both Hakuji and Kyojuro's shafts, as she softly pumps both of them, moves closer to them, opens her mouth, and shoves both of them into her mouth. Her face was scrunched up as her lips were hurting a little due to it stretching as she attempted to bob her head with her mouth full. Kyojuro looked at Hakuji who was focused on (Y/N) performing the action.

Hakuji quickly realized that Kyojuro was looking at him as he uttered, "What?" Kyojuro tried to cup his cheek, but he slightly recoiled back. "The hell are you doing?" He said, sounding a little bit concerned about Kyojuro trying to touch his face. "I just want to feel your skin. To be honest, I never knew how cute you looked up close. I knew you were attractive, but being this cute to a degree, how has no man or woman tried to fall for you?" He asks Hakuji, leaving him very flustered and a little conflicted. He then cups Hakuji's cheek this time and started to lean closer to Hakuji. He realizes this, and tries to move back, but for some reason, his body feels weak. The closer Kyojuro got to his face, the more he felt like a stiff in the physical sense.

His mouth was gaped open and Kyojuro closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side as they both locked lips together. Hakuji puts his hand on Kyojuro's abdomen, feeling his toned muscles as they slowly move their tongues together and moan into each other's mouths. The sounds of them breathing through their nose, along with the sound of their lips disconnecting and reconnecting made their minds blank for a couple of seconds as they were passionately kissing.

Eventually, they stopped, a string of saliva stretching between them as Kyojuro stroked his pink hair and said, "You're so adorable." Making Hakuji pout and say, "S-Shut up..." he stutters out as he feels his shaft twitch again, only this time he feels more sensitive. Kyojuro feels the same as he says, "You feel it too, r-right?" Hakuji nodded as he responded, "Yeah..."

They both put their hands on (Y/N)'s head, and started to softly thrust their hips together into her mouth, the sounds of her whimpering as it felt like her lips were being stretched beyond capabilities. She clamped her eyes closed as she couldn't do anything but take their shafts in her mouth. Both of the boy's breaths started to sound louder as their rods were twitching more and more frantically than before. "Fucking... g-gonna..." Hakuji utters out as his eyes are struggling to be open. "Me too..." Kyojuro concurred with Hakuji as he grabbed his chin, and kissed his lips again as they moved their hips faster.

The sound of (Y/N)'s gagging and her saliva being mashed with their tips touching together as they make a few more thrusts before they both make a sound of a stern groan as they release themselves into her mouth. Her mouth was coated with their warm milk, spurting out thick ropes each more powerful than the last. They both stopped kissing and moved their hips back to see the aftermath of what they'd done. Her chin was covered in the mix of spit, and their seed as her mouth was almost full of their cum.

She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to give them the full display, making Hakuji feel a little grossed out, but Kyojuro is a bit prideful about his actions. She closed her mouth and attempted to swallow the remains of their seed, almost spat it out for how slimy it was, but endured as she swallowed it and heavily panted.

Hakuji was shocked while Kyojuro had a big smile on her face as Hakuji said, "You didn't have to swallow it..." and Kyojuro responded, "Maybe she didn't want to spill it on the bed. It would've been a tough stain to get rid of if it were the case." He said, laughing after he said that. Hakuji groans as he then feels (Y/N) stroke his sensitive shaft. "H-Hey, don't touch me like that. I need to recover before you—" Next thing he knew, (Y/N) pulled him down to where he was on top of her, and his still erect shaft was aiming at her entrance.

They both switched positions where they were lying on their sides but still facing each other as Hakuji's shaft was grazing (Y/N)'s wet lips. "(Y/N)... You—" Hakuji was abruptly silenced by her as she connected her lips against his, tasting her tongue that still had the aftertaste of their spunk. She then whimpers as she moves her hips and feels his rod slowly going inside her. She was already so drenched down there, that she didn't notice the pain of her hymen breaking.

She then started to roll her hips, causing Hakuji to groan as they both stopped kissing each other and he looked down. He saw his shaft was nowhere to be seen but was completely inside of her as she continued to roll her hips to make him move. He then looked back up at (Y/N), whose face was completely sex drunk, yearning for stimulation and euphoria, and wrapped his arms around her waist as he started to thrust his hips. She mewled at the feeling of his shaft going in and out of her, causing her body to feel weak as she laid her head on her chest and started to moan.

"Th-This... is what you wanted... right? You just wanted to make sweet love to me...?" He said, sounding breathless as he was thrusting his hips. "Y-Yes... That's all I e-ever wanted to do..." she trembled out as she began to peck his body from his pecs, his neck, and his chin. He held her tighter with his forearms as they both kissed their lips and softly bumped their heads together. Both closed their eyes as they focused on the sound and the pleasure of their genitalia meeting against each other.

As Hakuji was thrusting his hips, he felt Kyojuro's hand touching his rear and circling his hand on him as he was caressing him. "You're really firm here. What type of exercises do you do to reach such glutes?" He said, giving him a soft slap as he then moved his hand down on his right cheek and spread it out. He sees his whole was a light pink color, and not a single hair was visible. "Wow, you're even clean here as well. Are you trying to impress your significant other? If so, you've already accomplished it."

"T-The hell are you—" Hakuji couldn't finish his sentence as he felt Kyojuro's tip slowly going inside his pink hole, slowly widening his walls as he filled him inch by inch. He felt his muscles tense up, including his asshole that was constricting around Kyojuro's shaft. Kyojuro softly groans as he kisses Hakuji's shoulder and whispers, "Relax, Hakuji. You feel really tight right now and I don't want to cause you any pain as I move." He continued to give Hakuji pecks on his shoulder. Hakuji's breath was trembling, trying to reduce the pain down by taking deep breaths and trying to focus on (Y/N) and instead of Kyojuro.

She started to roll her hips again, which gave him a better chance for him to forget about the pain as her insides felt so warm and slimy. "J-Just like that..." he huskily uttered as he kissed her forehead. As soon as he kissed her forehead, Kyojuro's hand grabbed his chin and he made him turn his head around, and they both kissed each other. Their tongues intertwined with each other without a second thought as Kyojuro touched down on his body. They both stop as Kyojuro asks him, "Feeling better?" caressing his face as he says so.

The slight blush on his face rose as he said, "Did you have to say it like that? Yeah, I'm better now. You can move... I guess." Kyojuro softly smirked as he pecked Hakuji's cheek and started to thrust his hips. Kyojuro groaned while Hakuji moaned from the feeling of his thick shaft going in and out of his tight bussy.

He continued to move his hips in unison with him, multiplying the pleasure of getting fucked by Kyojuro and fucking (Y/N) by twelve. Felt his prostate getting pressed through every thrust, making sounds that were almost like whimpers. "Oh, f-fuck this feels good..." Hakuji spat out, showing acceptance of the pleasure of his ass getting stretched out. (Y/N) lets out a shaky mewl as her insides started to get tighter around Hakuji's cock.

Hakuji firmly gropes (Y/N)'s ass as he lets out a soft growl in response to (Y/N)'s sudden tightness. He squeezes both of her cheeks as she moans out, "H-Hakuji..." And lays her head on his shoulder. She stopped moving her hips, leaving Hakuji in complete control of her as he then positioned his hands onto her hindquarters, and made her move. Mainly because it felt like he was going deeper inside her as they were moving their hips together. Kyojuro then kissed her, cupping his cheeks as he was continuously thrusting into Hakuji.

They both stopped as Kyojuro said, "You two deserve each other." Caressing her scalp with his thumb. He then started to thrust rougher, making Hakuji recoil as he couldn't help but yelp from every thrust. His body jolted every time Kyojuro left the tip in and slammed back all the way, hitting his prostate with such force that it gave him maximum stimulation. Moans began to leak out of his mouth as he was now his hips were being pushed by Kyojuro, all while maintaining his grip on (Y/N)'s waist.

Kyojuro was grunting with every thrust he did, and it made his body feel light, as if someone behind him was thrusting against him as well. (Y/N) began to let out loud whimpers as she wrapped her arms around Hakuji and she stuttered out, "I-I'm... getting c-close..." Hakuji and Kyojuro were a little surprised that (Y/N) was about to finish first. It was honestly a miracle none of the boys were the ones to do it first, but they felt prideful about it.

Kyojuro continued to move his hips as Hakuji was making her move faster as her voice started to sound more shaky. Her body was covered in sweat as her breathing became more frantic and her insides became tighter. Tighter enough for Hakuji to grit his teeth and say, "Don't clamp so tight..." "I-I'm, s-sorry... I can't..." She couldn't finish her sentence as she let out a soundless gasp as she felt her fluids flowing out of her, and running down his shaft.

Hakuji's shaft and pelvis were now drenched from her bust, and now was hearing such squishy and lewd sounds every time Kyojuro pushed his hips forward. (Y/N) was now a shaking mess, her body jolting at random as well making random yelps every time she felt Hakuji hit her cervix. She kisses Hakuji, tears running down her face as her breathing was very shaky. Hakuki softly groans in her mouth as he takes one of his hands that were on her ass, and courses it up to her cheek as they both twirl their tongues around, exchanging their saliva as they distance themselves so they can let their tongues do the work.

Hakuji's breath suddenly hitched as they kissed, his shaft twitching more frantically, as he felt his balls getting tight as he was about to release again. "I think... I might not last long..." he said, his voice sounding tireless as he nuzzled his head on (Y/N)'s chest. He started to move his hips in unison with Kyojuro as he used all the strength he had to go all out onto (Y/N)'s sensitive cunt, and Kyojuro moaned as he felt his hole become tighter. Kyojuro softly laughs as he says, "Wow, you want me to cum too, huh? Well, I am more than willing to oblige a request like this." He then bit down on Hakuji's shoulder, not hard enough to make him bleed, but enough to give him stimulation.

Kyojuro could feel his asshole constrict every time he thrust and hit his prostate. Hakuji clenched his eyes and teeth, struggling to hold back from finishing too early. His sweat streaked down his nose and chin as his heart was becoming louder in his ears. He bites his lip as he moves his hips fast enough to where he is like a piston, making (Y/N)'s moans reverberate from his pace. I can't... hold on... he tried to hold on as long as he could, but one sudden powerful thrust from Kyojuro was enough to break him down.

His shaft started to throb, and quickly enough, he slipped out of her and ejaculated on her stomach, on his chest, and on the bedsheets due to how powerful his spurts were. He lets out a runoff whine as he exhales out a loud, "Fuck..." He felt his arms slip off of (Y/N)'s back and waist as it felt like all his muscles shut down as he continued to take Kyojuro's shaft.

Kyojuro detaches his teeth from Hakuji's shoulder, looking at the bite mark that he caused as he says, "Wow, looks like I have the superior stamina." He chuckles out before grunting as he feels his shaft twitching. "But, I might not last long as well." He formed a smile on his face as he clenched his eyes closed and pumped himself a few more times before pulling out and shooting his white, sticky strings onto Hakuji's back.

Hakuji softly moaned at the sudden vacancy of his hole no longer being stuffed by Kyojuro's thick rod, but shivered when he felt his hot ropes on his back. He then felt the bed softly bounce as Kyojuro made his way to the bathroom and grabbed a roll of toilet paper. The sounds of the roll being ripped as he folded them up and started to clean his back. He put Hakuji on his back as he then started to clean off (Y/N)'s stomach and threw the used pieces of paper away.

"H-Hey, my chest is still covered in my cum. Shouldn't you clean that too?" Hakuji said, confused about why he put the roll back into the bathroom. "Oh no, I know. We just wanted to see what it would taste like as we clean it." He said as he picks up (Y/N) and then they started to lick his cum covered chest. Hakuji couldn't help but stare at them licking the cum off of him, along with the fact they were both taking their time while doing so.

Unfortunately it wasn't much for them as they both finished cleaning him and so they tongue kissed to savor the flavor of his spunk. Once they finished, they laid on his chest and immediately went to sleep. Hakuji looks up at the ceiling as he thought, This really just happened. I feel like if I were to tell the others about this, they wouldn't believe me. If that is the case, I might as well just keep it to myself. He looks at both of them, Kyojuro having a smirk on his face while (Y/N) was nuzzling on his neck, he grabbed the comforter and covered themselves with it as he puts his arms on them and went to sleep.

06-17-24 - Well, this could've been better. I think we can all agree that the first half of this sucked ass, right? There's no need to deny it, I know the first half sucked. To be honest, I wasn't really feeling the best writing this, but I had to make up something. If you enjoyed this, awesome. If you didn't, I can always find to please you.

Anyway, take care, and until next time,

✌️👋❤️.

[call-sign-bambi]

🤍𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞🤍

info: kyle gaz garrick x reader | inspired by 🎧die for me by chase atlantic🎧

category: smut, romance

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, gaz is a pretty boy and he knows it

a/n: this one was so cute to write! pls enjoy!

Nothing turned Gaz on more than a loyal woman. Probably some military ideology imprinted on his skull or something. He never gave it much thought, and why would he? Loyalty attracts people like flies to honey - everyone wants somebody in their corner. 

Though he figured he should start examining that particular sentiment when he came so hard he saw stars after you said you would die for him. 

Surely that was normal? 

“Not really,” said Soap, jeering at him for his quick orgasm. Gaz scowled.

Surely others felt the same way?

“Doesn’t make me jizz, pretty boy,” Price replied helpfully. Gaz scowled.

Surely he wasn’t just now discovering a new kink at the grown age of 26?

Ghost said nothing, just raised an eyebrow until Gaz left the room, scowling.

He texted you that afternoon - dinner at my place? - and really, he should have been surprised when you replied immediately, but he wasn’t. You were his girl, after all. At least you would be after tonight. 

A thought crept into his brain as he mindlessly processed papers on base. What if you had another man? What if you didn’t really mean it? Well. He would just have to ask you and see what was what. He drove home that evening with his stomach in a knot, a mighty unpleasant feeling for someone normally so calm and in control.

Your car sat quietly in his driveway. A new occurrence. Gaz parked, shut off the engine, slung his pack over his shoulder, and as he ascended the steps to his front porch, he smelled…steak? He stood still as a statue, hair barely even moving in the light evening breeze. A long moment passed. 

Dear god. It was steak.

He shot up the stairs and flung his front door open. There you stood, an old workout shirt of his hugging your torso, simple floral panties hugging your ass. 

“He-ey,” you called out, voice sing-song. “Wash up, I made dinner!”

Gaz could barely walk due to the throbbing erection tenting his uniform pants. “Um.”

You half turned, sprinkling salt over the glistening meat. “What’s up?”

His breath was coming faster now. “How…how long ‘till that’s done.”

Technically a question, but Gaz wasn’t asking. You faced him fully then, a devilish smile on your face. “Few minutes. Why?” 

You know why, he groaned inwardly. Gaz dropped his bag to the floor with a thunk and readjusted himself in full view of you, unashamedly holding steely eye contact with you. 

You felt your stomach drop. “You want me to, um…put this in the-”

“Microwave, yeah,” he said for you, his hands going for his zipper almost instantly, “So it can-”

You had already begun turning off the stovetop. “-can stay warm, right. While we-”

Gaz nodded, almost tripping out of his pants on his way to you. You hurried to put the pan in the microwave, barely closing the door before his hands found your waist and he spun you around. Your wrists crossed behind his neck and his lips crashed into yours, hands roaming  everywhere all at once, up the inside of your shirt, where he groaned when he felt your bare breasts, down the back of your panties to squeeze your asscheek, anywhere he could reach while hastily dragging you backwards into the living room towards the couch.

He fell onto the plush cushions with a grunt, taking you with him as your legs molded around his lap, your hips chasing his. Gaz’s cock burned with heat underneath your quickly-soaked panties and when his lips moved to your neck and you gasped for air, a whine, filthy and high, slipped past your throat, and you swore he hardened further, if such a thing was possible. 

“Gaz,” you moaned, ducking your head toward his ear as your ground your body against his, “You wanted to - ah! - talk ab-about s-someth-thing, fuck!”

He popped his pelvis into you, sliding his still-clothed erection up your mound and letting the leaking pre-cum from his tip touch your stomach. “Uhm…shit, what…what did I wanna tell you - shit, you feel so good…”

Your hands found the opening of his boxers, and you clumsily pulled him free. His cock smacked his torso and you swear you almost died right there. 

“Darlin’, I need to be inside you now,” he groaned, eyes looking up at you through furrowed, desperate brows. 

“Please,” you answered back, pussy weeping from the agonizing emptiness.

Gaz felt it cruel to make you beg. He hooked his fingers around the elastic edge of your panties and pulled them to the side, exposing your glistening folds. You used your hands to guide the angry red tip of his cock to your entrance, sinking down onto him while he rose up into you, groaning at the stretch and squeeze, the feeling of fullness, connection, oneness.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you whimpered, breasts heaving under his shirt as you gazed down at him, riding up and down over his length. 

Gaz’s eyes rolled to the back of his head with pleasure, his stomach caving as you bounced on him. “Can’t say that, baby, ‘m gonna-”

“Please, Gaz, more,” you pleaded, “I need more, I need it deeper, please, please, I’ll be so good for you, I’ll be so good.”

I’m gonna marry this woman, Gaz thought to himself as he grasped your waist and laid you out on the length of the couch. He towered over you then, bringing his hips down low to slide his cock back into your body, moving forward until he physically couldn’t anymore. “Do anything for this dick, huh?” he asked, his pace steady and deep, forearms flexing on either side of your head. 

You gripped onto his left arm like it was a lifeline, whining up at him. “Yes, yes, yes-”

Gaz was thrusting hard now, the side of his head pressing against yours, his grunts echoing in the shell of your ear, his panting breath washing over your neck.  “Be a good girl for me, right? Do anythin’ I ask?” 

Your walls clenched around him of their own volition, and you felt the pulse of your heartbeat thrumming through your folds. “Y-yes, yes, ah!, yes, please, please more, more, I’ll do anything, I will, I will, I will-” And a thought occurred to you. A deliciously evil thought. And you turned your lips to flush over his earlobe. “I’d die if you asked me too.”

Now, Kyle Gaz Garrick considered himself a reasonable man, and reasonable men don’t snarl. But snarl he most certainly did, pounding into you without mercy or reprieve. Once, twice, growling all the while, the intoxication of your pretty noises drowning his brain in sheer bliss, three times, and he felt his body clench. “I’m coming, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, shit-” He slowed his pace, stimulation now overloading his senses, pouring rope after hot rope of white into you. He even whimpered when he saw himself leaking out of your spread core. Gaz brought a finger up through your folds, collecting his cum and when he looked up, there you were, smiling, tongue out. 

He blinked. Not only will I marry her, I will give her as many children as she wants. He watched you suck the seed off his fingers. Whenever she wants. However she wants. 

As the fog of orgasm cleared from his head, Gaz cradled you beneath him, letting his breathing slow and his heart fall quiet. “That’s what I wanted to tell you,” he said off-handedly. “It really turns me on when you say that.”

You looked at him for a long beat. “I think I gathered that.” You grinned and rolled out from under him. “You’re making me finish later, by the way.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, leaning on the doorway to the kitchen and blowing him a kiss. “Come on and eat, your food’s getting cold.”

Gaz scowled. But he couldn’t help himself, and it turned to a smile. “I’ll make you cum alright,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back to him, shoving his nose into your neck and breathing in the smell of sex and sweat and pleasure. “Thank you, mamas,” Gaz said softly, kissing your neck with sweet pressure. “So damn good to me. Will you be my lady?”

You pulled away from him in pleasant surprise. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m a very busy woman.”

“You’re obsessed with me.”

You raised an eyebrow, smacking his arm. “And you’re obsessed with me. Go eat.”

“Yes ma’am,” Gaz said, bringing your hand up to his lips. “My sweet girl.”

“Your sweet girl,” you replied, butterflies fluttering in your ribcage.

a/n: if you liked this, please let me know with a like, reblog, or comment 🤍

all dividers courtesy of @saradika

[jinnie-ret]

Hello! Can i request a ninth member of where shes the youngest and really shy, and she has made her first solo album but she has to dress kind of revealing nothing to bad! And she gets really shy and the boys encourage her, the rest is up to you! Have a wonderful day/night <3

super shy

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 0.8k

summary: y/n is surprised when the boys turn up at her album debut shoot, and they reassure her on her worries about her new daring look

Hope you have a wonderful day too my lovely! Enjoy! <3

MAIN MASTERLIST

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"Hi Stays! We're taking photos for my album shoot, 'Flora', where I've already released my single 'Salvia'," Y/N beamed at the camera, hair and makeup ready yet she hadn't gotten changed into the gorgeous yellow gown she was due to wear.

"I feel a bit nervous to wear this dress because it's kind of... sexy? But not hard sexy... like soft sexy?" Y/N scratched her head, thinking back on Hyunjin's words and changing it up as she said the phrase in English.

"But stylists unnies said it's pretty so I'm going to try it on now!"

"Annyeong Stay!" Felix waved at the camera, the rest of the group walking behind him as they entered the studio where Y/N was having her photoshoot.

"Today we're surprising Y/N at her photoshoot!" Seungmin cheered.

"And we bought her flowers to support her!" Han said, peering his head round into the camera, which then panned to them all carrying a bouquet each of flowers, ranging from roses to marigolds and even some sunflowers which Changbin was holding onto in the crook of his arm.

How do you think Y/N will react?

"I think she'll be happy," Chan smiled as the cameraman asked the question and moved further back in his steps to ask some of the other boys some questions.

"She'll probably cry," Lee Know laughed.

Great job, Y/N, take a break!

"Ah Stay, I feel so revealed right now," Y/N laughed as she spoke to the camera, opening her dressing room door, ready to grab a blanket, before 8 men were shouting and cheering for her.

"Y/N!!!" they cheered, some gasping as they took in her gorgeous, elegant appearance.

"Ooh, you look hot," Hyunjin winked at her.

"Whoa," Seungmin stood there, for once losing his normally well kept composure.

"This is the most revealing outfit I've ever seen you wear," Jisung gasped, but he couldn't look away.

"I know, I know, it feels so strange!" Y/N nodded along, eyes quickly scanning the room before fixating onto a blanket and wrapping it around her to cover her chest area.

"You really do look beautiful, Y/Nnie," Changbin warmly said.

"How did you get the confidence to pull this off? We've never seen you dressed like this before, wow!" Chan shook his head, giggling lightly.

"Tell me about it! Stylist unnies insisted so I thought I'd try, and, yeah, I don't know," Y/N shrugged and sat down next to Jeongin, leaning her head on his shoulder as she crossed her legs over.

Y/N, we need you back now for some more photos.

"Oh, we bought you some flowers to have in your shoot! I think the staff have just arranged them all!" Felix clapped his hands together excitedly, as Lee Know helped you up to your feet, folding up the blanket to the side.

"Stoppp! You guys are the sweetest, I have the best members," Y/N gushed, looking around at all of them and grinning.

"It's what you deserve, we're so proud of you for working so hard," Changbin beamed at her. He went to pat her head before changing his mind at her styled her and patting her shoulders instead.

"I can't believe you were shy to do this at first. You look like a model!" Han praised her as the shoot finished up.

"I actually really like it now, haha," Y/N did a cute little spin in her dress, though she did nearly trip up on all of the fabric.

"Careful!" Chan's eyes widened.

"Not quite used to these heels yet haha," Y/N blushed as she then took them off, deciding she didn't need to risk her or anyone elses lives.

"I bet you'll be on magazine covers too, these photos are... just wow!" Hyunjin ushered her to run over, his eyes fixated on the smaller screen where a crew member was flicking through the photos.

"This solo debut, wahhh it's going to be so hot!" Jeongin fanned his face.

"Oh wow, I love it!!!" Y/N did a little jump, hand covering her chest as she knelt down next to the two.

"Here, take this," Seungmin handed her his hoodie, which she instantly planted over her head.

"Thanks Minnie," Y/N said, her head tilted backwards, a cute smile on her face, and a slightly crazy look in her eyes which made Seungmin giggle and walk away.

"Bye Stay! We're all heading home now. I've had such a good day with the members surprising me! I hope you enjoy the album once it comes out! Love you Stays!" Y/N blew a kiss to the camera in the back of the car, before Han was snatching it and mockingly doing the same thing.

"Yah!"

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @sakufilms @hanjiquokkaaa @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z @cheesemonky

[creedslove]

SHOWER BLISS 🫧

Post Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel comes home after patrol on a winter day and he's so cold he can't warm up even under water, so he asks you to join him in the shower.

(this could be read as a second part of SLEEP BLISS 💤 or as a stand alone, it's up to you)

Warnings: fluff, like a lot of fluff, sexual tension and mentions of masturbation but no smut at all, a little bit of angst as Joel has low self-esteem, age gap, Joel being probably out of character but idc I want him to be happy

A/N: I will write all the cute/fluff Joel Miller scenarios that come to my mind and this is a threat!!!

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Winters in Jackson were hard and your heart tightened every time you had to see Joel leave the comfort and warmth of your shared house to go patrolling.

Your relationship was complicated, you were too distant to be together but also too intimate to not be together.

You weren't a couple. You didn't kiss and you didn't have sex, not because you didn't want to, quite the opposite, you did, you ached even for it. But Joel held himself back. You both started as travel partners and you ended up sharing a house in Jackson.

Despite the fact you got along and you cared for each other, he never wanted to mix up things. Not only was he painfully older, he also had a paralyzing fear of losing you. But there was only one thing worse than losing you to him:

You falling in love with him.

That was definitely off limits, Joel would never accept that, he was a horrible person and he knew you deserved better, it was unfair you got stuck with an old, cold-hearted, violent murderer like him. Not when you were young, bright and full of life and deserved someone who could love you. Someone who didn't have such baggage like he did.

And yet you held him at night, your hands stroked his back when he woke up from a nightmare, your soft words were nothing but sweet to him. You were too good to Joel, more than he ever deserved and even if he knew you should find something better than him, he allowed himself to be selfish and have you by his side.

You opened the door to him, welcoming him inside, brushing off the snow on his shoulders.

"Joel, you must be freezing!" You said as you watched him get rid of his jacket and his pair of gloves.

His face was red from the exposure to the freezing wind and he looked down at you, your sweet warm eyes flooding with relief to see him return safe and sound from patrol.

You hung his coat and gave him some space so he could make himself comfortable. Joel was attracted to the kitchen as the smell of food was so tempting to him. Last he'd eaten was a sloppy sandwich before patrol he made himself while you were still asleep, as he didn't want to bother you about having to get up and prepare him something.

You saw how he eyed the pan you left on the stove and smiled big.

"I made you some carrot potato soup" you said with your big smile and got him a bowl, immediately pouring a lot in it and handing it to him.

Joel loved that. Ever since you made it for the first time it became one of his favorite dishes, you'd told him it was not a big deal and anyone could make it, but he knew it had nothing to do with the ingredients nor the seasoning, it had to do with the fact you made it for him.

Since then, you always made sure to have a warm bowl of it waiting for him during winter days.

"Thanks darlin', it's really good" he mumbled after the first spoon. He groaned in pleasure and felt how he began warming up slowly.

Joel wasn't a man of many words, especially when he was hungry.

You could tell his hands were burned from the cold and again you couldn't help but feel that pit in your stomach once more. It wasn't fair Joel had to freeze his off outside while he already worked so hard during the week, but there was not a way you could tell him, you were afraid he would bark at you for being silly, or overprotective or even clingy so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

Joel was more vulnerable when it was around sleeping time, but when he was wide awake, he was… well… Joel.

You thought of what you could do to help him warm up and thought of suggesting a nap, but when you were about to go say it, he finished his soup and looked at you.

"I'm gonna shower now" he got up and thanked you for the food before leaving. You quickly washed the dishes, hating any kind of mess in your kitchen.

It was a shame you didn't have a bathtub, you could've run a bath for him, though the image of Joel in a scented bubble bath was enough to make you giggle.

Of course you wouldn't complain about using the tub yourself. If you had one, you'd definitely enjoy his patrol time to sink into that relaxing water and just stay there, clearing your mind and not worrying about anything.

You would also use that time to bring yourself some pleasure, it was a need you couldn't control, now that you didn't sleep alone anymore, you didn't have a lot of time to do it, and because you didn't sleep alone anymore your need was going through the roof, as every touch Joel's left on your skin, was enough to set your core on fire.

You could spend the rest of your afternoon in those fantasies if it weren't from Joel's voice coming from the bathroom. He called your name and you snapped awake from your daydream.

You rushed to the bathroom and grabbed the towel you were sure he'd forgotten and was asking you for a new one. However, his towel was right there when you got inside.

You turned to towards the shower and you saw Joel's face peeking through the curtain.

"I…uh" he blushed and looked down, looking into your eyes again as his big brown ones were soft and carried a level of shyness and shame.

The combination of those eyes and his wet hair made him look like a stray puppy caught in the rain. It was amusing to see how Joel could carry so much violence and darkness within and at the same time look like the fluffiest guy on earth.

"What is it Joel?" You tried controlling your breath, not wanting him to notice how accelerated it got from the situation.

Joel naked, less than a meter from you, and the only thing between you two was a painfully thin shower curtain.

"I'm still cold… I was wondering if you'd like to shower with me"

You laughed and looked at him, surprised to see him joke about that, but when he stared at you completely seriously, your smile died.

He wasn't joking.

You held yourself as best as you could not to squeal and bit your lips.

"It's not like that, Y/N… it's like when we sleep, darlin.." he explained feeling mortified and was about to ask you to leave.

Maybe he was crossing the line and didn't think things through, which made him feel pathetic and stupid, besides, you wouldn't waste your time getting in the shower with an old guy like him, that was just dumb.

He could've spent the rest of the afternoon in a self loathing rant, but when he saw you'd stripped down to your bra and panties, he stared at you in shock.

He didn't actually believe you'd do it but there you were, two small pieces of clothes away from being naked.

"I'll turn around so you'll be more comfortable, sweetheart" you rolled your eyes at how gentle he was, you wanted to see his face as you got naked for him, maybe he would finally understand how much you longed for his touch. But he already had his back to you.

You quickly got rid of your remaining clothes and stepped under shower with you.

You placed your hand on his stomach, and felt his bigger one on top of it. He was indeed very cold and you were hit by a sudden need to help him, keep him warm and make everything alright for him.

"It's okay, you can turn around again Joel… remember, it's nothing we haven't seen before when we were bathing in the lake" you reminded him and heard a chuckle. But it was a lie, you did bathe naked once in the lake, but you were at a reasonable distance and deep enough into water to cover your bodies, but you didn't care, and neither did Joel.

He kept his gaze into yours, looking into your eyes and fighting the urge of staring down at your perfect body.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest at the same time he rested his head on top of yours.

He sighed deeply, your body felt so great against his he felt like breaking the promise he made himself of not touching you.

Joel finally began warming up, at the same time your hands stroked his back so gently. You'd grabbed soap and rubbed on him, feeling the different shapes of scars he gathered around the years and loving each one of them.

He grabbed the shampoo bottle and squirted some onto his hand.

"Close your eyes, sweetheart" he asked in his deep voice and massaged your scalp taking his time and watching the bubbles forming and the delicious familiar smell spread through the bathroom.

He just loved how good your hair smelled and how well you took care of it, but he wanted to take care of it for you, to show you he cared about you, even if you already knew, he just wanted you to be sure.

When he was done rinsing your hair, he found your eyes looking up at his, maybe you waited for a kiss, a hand sliding down your body or something like that, but he couldn't do this, he'd do more harm than good.

Instead, you gave him one of those smiles that made him weak at the knees and he was sure once more you were so much better than he could ever deserve.

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A/N: I just want Joel to be happy 😭

[ohsohoney]

When it comes to love you're just as blinded.

Part Ten

Eminem x Musician

Summary: It starts with a drunk embarrassing video, it spirals into something a whole lot more.

Note: Later than usual, sorry! But I've been busy with a whole load of shit ngl, it's just been stress:) Let me know if anyone else wants to be added to the taglist though, I realise my updating is a bit sporadic? Maybe? Just a little? Lmao, anyway here's 10, hope you enjoy!

| Set in 2014, just after the release of LP 2

taglist: @thelastemzy

Masterlist

Jacket potatoes were a fucking delicacy.

Any Brit back home would tell you that. You could top ‘em with all sorts; Chilli, Tuna, Cheese, Chicken, Stuffing, Coleslaw, Bacon, Gravy, Bolognese— some people even liked them plain. But my favourite, as well as the only real and true way to serve a jacket potato, was with an ungodly amount of butter and baked beans.

Being in the States, it was a rather hard dish to come by. But, seeing as Marshall always appeared to go above and beyond, beans (No, none of that shoddy American shit) could be found in the little basket he’d gone and gifted me the day before. A little wicker bowl full of goodies to soothe that little ache of homesickness. 

I smacked the can down onto the countertop and levelled Rosie with a long stare.

“You’re serious?” She asked me around a wary glance, extending her arm out cautiously to get a better look at the bright blue tin as though she thought the contents might just reach out to try and grab her back.

“Deadly.” I remarked, attempting to keep my smile hidden when I met her question with a raised brow, “You’ll love it.”

Rosie didn’t look too convinced about that fact and yet, she rolled up her sleeves and took a seat at the counter to watch me work, helping out with the few things that she could. 

She had waltzed in through the front door a while earlier, just a second after I’d made it up the stairs, and the grin she’d worn when she had spotted me had had my heart warming and the pair of us wandering into the kitchen, arm in arm and already talking at a mile an hour. 

I was sauteing some mushrooms in a pan after having peeled and diced them up, whilst she kept a keen eye on the warming potatoes. “So Dad’s finally found some inspiration then?” Rosie asked me after a while, peering into the oven.

I smiled when I peered over at her, seeing how the orange glow of it washed over the side of her face to softly illuminate her features. “Seems so, we got a lot done but he was on a roll by the end of it.” I told her in reply, shaking the pan again and blinking at the sizzle that sparked up, “What do you mean anyway? Finally.” I dragged out that last word in a small singsong which made her chuckle as she stood to her full height once more and turned.

“He’s been trying to write for a couple weeks now, I think. Or months.” She shrugged, stepping back to watch the mushrooms fry with a slight wrinkle of her nose, “Not sure, but he keeps complaining about it whenever he’s on the phone.”

With a small hum, my eyes flickered back over to her, then to the pan again, “He didn’t mention it.”

Rosie blew out a faint chuckle and leant back against the counter, knuckles wrapping around its edge, “Why would he? He hates jinxing himself.”

It was cute that she noticed things like that about him, something I’d begun to note in the short time I’d been staying with the two, but I didn’t know... A large part of me wished that Marshall would have said something about it before, or at least alluded to it. It made me feel a bit bad for bowing out so early now. 

Still, my mind was quickly recaptured by the task at hand and then the story that Z deemed to tell me about, apparently a teacher thought that one of her friends was a shoo in for these auditions that they had coming up soon. The familiarity of the scene made me think back to Lottie, to everything that was happening back home, and I wished, silently and not for the first time, that it could be possible for a person to exist in two places at once. 

The spuds took their time baking but soon enough they were ready and piping hot, fluffy on the inside and with a crisp exterior. Rosie gathered up the butter and cheese at my signal, face lighting up at the prospect of being able to drown her own in the latter, whilst I pinched the tops of the spuds with a clean tea towel and plated them up, spattering them with a small amount of herbs.

I was going to keep Marshall’s wrapped up in tinfoil, if only to save it from going all horrible before he had the chance to try such a delicacy, but thankfully he’d worked his way back up the stairs just in time. I wondered how he’d managed it.

“Hey, you’ve got table duty.” Rosie exclaimed as soon as she saw him bustling over the threshold, handing the cutlery she was already holding to him without a second thought, which caused Em to blink down at his hands whilst he struggled not to drop the sudden weight he'd just been shafted with.

“‘Scuse me?” Marshall prompted, brow furrowed as his gaze wandered about the rest of the kitchen. I wondered what he thought of the bubbling pot of red sauce sitting on the hob, as well as the absurd amount of butter both Rosie and I had already lumped onto our steaming plates.

“You can set the table, Dad.” Z explained as she jumped back to help me with the mushrooms, her voice edging the line of a whining lilt, “We cooked! So it’s only fair.”

Marshall stared at her for a second longer before he ultimately snorted, “Right.” He murmured, recapturing his hold on the silver he held and eyes finding mine, before he spun round on his heel and left the room once again with a small smirk. When he returned, his plate was almost ready and just about to be loaded up with– “The hell’s that?”

I withheld my snarky reply in favour of smirking when Rosie answered for me, her eyes widening in the face of her father’s obvious leery expression. “Beans, Dad. El told me it’s one of her favourite meals, she wanted to share it with us.”

It wasn’t hard to hear the undertone there, the kind that told him to keep quiet on how he felt about the bubbling bowl I was currently holding because Z obviously didn’t want me feeling disheartened in any way. It was adorable, as was the stern face she’d paired with it, the same face that her dad found hard to waver against. His shoulders slumped ever so.

“Right.” He repeated for the second time tonight, dragging the first syllable out a tad, “Looks good?” He tried. 

I had to laugh then, “That a question or statement, Mathers?”

His eyes flickered over to meet mine, but I motioned for Rosie to get a start on heaping the cheese we’d grated onto her plate, the girl’s responding grin was giant. 

“I–” Em appeared stumped for a split second before he eventually just pressed his lips together and decided to jump in on helping us. Although he did complain when he spotted the frying pan sat off to the side, “Mushrooms too?” But with Rosie’s short warning of Dad, Marshall only appeared to raise his hands in mock surrender and then moved over to grab the plates so that he could carry them off into the next room.

I shared a conspiratorial smile with the younger girl before we followed after him, the three of us settling into the same seats as we had occupied the day before. Marshall still looked wary, even with his beans being hidden beneath a thick layer of cheese that I figured he had reasoned to himself would mask whatever taste was under it, but Z, to my utter surprise, looked ready to dig in.

“Changed your tune there, lovely.” I mentioned with a sly smirk, my gaze lingering on her long enough to catch the sheepish reaction she bore before she just shrugged and dipped her head around a grin, fork already in hand.

“Smells good.” Was the excuse she used and so I softened my face into a smile too.

“Well you helped so of course it does,” I quipped easily, picking up my fork as well before nudging Em’s forearm, “Come on, you big baby. Just try it. If you hate it, I’ll order you whatever you want. On me.”

That had him rolling his eyes, but he picked up his knife and fork with a determined expression.

I bit back a round of chuckles I could feel bubbling in my throat and used my chin to getsure for the pair of them to get stuck in. Rosie was quick to tear into hers and I was silently thankful for the way the potato easily broke apart under her knife, its texture fluffy and golden.

“Oh wow, this is so good.” She blew out the second that she could, already moving onto her next bite whilst Marshall was still working his way up to trying his own. “When you first showed me those beans? I was so sure I was gonna puke.”

I snorted quietly at that image, perfectly content with the plate of home I’d gone and conjured up for us, whilst Em’s face wrinkled. “Well if you had hated it, you’d have only had your Dad to blame, he’s the one who bought them.”

“I jus’ looked up British shit, they were top five on every list.” Marshall defended before he finally took a bite, slow in the way he raised his fork to his mouth, his eyebrows raising a little as he let the taste settle in, “Shit.”

My eyes narrowed a tad around the smile that I was chewing on to keep hidden but I watched him cut further into the potato, beans and melted cheese puddling around the sides. “That a good shit or bad shit?”

“Three dollars.” Z acknowledged, voice muffled by the food she still had in her mouth.

I laughed at that and shook my head in fond amusement before I turned to Em for an answer. He took another bite, a big one, something I took to be a good sign, and just nodded. My brow quirked in hope. “So good?”

He hummed, one shoulder shrugging, “Ain’t gone die if I finish it.”

Snorting, I could only shake my head at him, hiding my smile behind my fist. “Idiot. You like it.”

Marshall rolled his eyes, though the gesture was obviously fond as he raised his fork to point at me, “Just grateful you didn’t burn down my damn house.”

Rosie’s giggles filled the room and with them we all settled in to enjoy. Marshall asked after his daughter’s day and the girl was all too happy to ramble and rant to him, face lighting up at the prospect of it. She mentioned her English lesson, the book they had started on and how her teacher had explained this one paragraph to her class, then she went into detail about the play that was set to happen just before the Christmas break. I chimed in here and there, putting in my two cents where it was worth, but in truth, I was perfectly content to simply listen and watch on. 

The clean up that followed was mainly made up of me and Z messing around and singing to the music Em had stuck on, never the type to linger in silence. The pair of us did manage to rope the man into joining us once he had loaded up the dishwasher though, something he thoroughly complained about but followed through on all the same. He was just a sucker for his kid's smile, I reckoned, went above and beyond for the girl and it was all too easy to see.

It was a lot later that we all fell into a comfortable silence around the tele, Rosie sat crossed legged on the sofa with her homework whilst I offered help whenever asked. Marshall had joined the two of us a little later, after his phone had rang and he’d stepped out to take the call, he’d padded into the room with only the explanation of ‘Royce’ before he’d fallen into the seat beside me. I’d hummed but was too distracted by Rosie’s newest question to prod him further on it.

By the time she had finished up, handwriting practically perfect, her books had fallen into a heap on the coffee table and she’d slowly but surely scootched her way further up the sofa. I kept my eyes on the tele when I’d outstretched an arm in quiet invitation but hadn’t missed the grin she’d given in turn before she’d settled into my side, head coming to rest on my thigh. I caught Marshall’s watchful stare from out of the corner of my eye but didn’t glance back over, smiling at the scene that played out on the screen whilst my hand smoothed over the girl’s hair. 

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed between us before Marshall’s quiet cough broke the peace we’d since created, but the sky was more of a hazy cast of dark blue now rather than the ruddy auburn that had lined it much earlier. I stifled a small yawn.

Rosie sniffed softly in my lap, twisting a tad to cast her Dad a quizzical glance. Throughout the duration of the film that Z had picked out for us to watch, the man had gotten close enough that he now only had to drop his shoulders to poke at her cheek.

“Bath and bed, kid.”

The scrunch that overwhelmed Rosie’s face at the order had me grinning and so I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before moving my hand to pat her shoulder. “Up and at ‘em, soldier. Heard what the old man said.”

“Do I have to?” Z huffed, just as a hand came up to rub at her eye. Marshall’s mouth ticked ever so slightly into an amused smirk, his fingers replacing mine in an effort to smooth the front of her hair. 

“School tomorrow.” He reminded her all too gently, dropping his hand lower to shuck the underside of her chin which only made the girl smile sleepily. “You know the deal.”

She sighed heavily in retort, but did eventually make the move to push herself up and out of my lap, legs stretching across the couch cushions before her feet found the floor. It was just as she went to stand that she turned to face me though, her expression a little meek but rapidly losing the residual somnolence it had just held. “Will you do my hair again for me tomorrow?”

I was caught by surprise at the question she’d asked. I wouldn’t lie, but I didn’t let the reaction show as I smiled warmly back at her, reaching out to tap a finger on the top side of her hand, “‘Course. Anything you want, lovely.”

Rosie’s little grin had her eyes squinting and forced the corners of her mouth to pinch upwards in a move that only deepened her dimples. She leaned over to give me a hug of thanks, whispering the word into my ear before she pulled away and rounded the sofa, kissing her Dad’s cheek on her way out.

“No messin’ about, Z. An early night, ‘kay?” Em reminded her, leaning against the back of the couch so that he could tilt his head far enough to see her, “I’ll be up soon.” He added, his words met by another charming grin whilst she shook her head in fond exasperation and slipped out of the room, leaving just the pair of us and the tv. 

It was a long while before Marshall disturbed the quiet once more, the film we’d been watching had finished some time ago and so now all that was playing on the screen was a couple repeats of South Park and the odd advertisement. “She’s different with you.” I heard him voice.

With a furrowed brow, I let my head turn to find him. He was perched in the same position he had been, but now with an arm stretched along the back of the sofa and a knee bent to fill the small gap that still separated us. “What d’you mean?”

When he replied, it was low and soft, a murmur if not for the sincerity behind it. “She don’t act like that ‘round nobody.” He told me, fingers jumping in a steady rhythm on the back of the cushion, his eyes peering between mine. “Me, sure. She’s a fuckin’ koala when she wants to be, but with other people… it’s something she second guesses.”

His words confused me. Or rather, threw me. “I don’t get it.”

He dropped his gaze, blowing out a small but mirthful huff through his nose, his thumb dragged along the edge of the sofa. “You known her what, three days? And she don’t think about gettin’ close to you. Sure she’ll be coy with it, sly even, but that’s ‘cause she don’t wanna overstep with you. Like that right there–” Em said, getsuring his chin out towards my lap, I followed the gesture, then blinked back up at him, remembering the way she’d approached me, “She don't do that with people.”

My face must have given away to the fact that I was still trying to process the weight of what he meant, because his smile was soft, warm even.

It made me think of Lottie, who was always so open with her affection, who gave it out without thought or focus, her smile always great, always there. Then of myself. I tended to avoid affection where it mattered, a reason as to why I’d never let many people too close to my heart, why I hadn’t had something fulfilling to divulge when Marshall and I had spoken about past exes, I supposed. It baffled me to see some of the same tendencies I’d shown growing up in Rosie, in a girl too sweet, too loving, too happy to be so aware of how to guard herself.

I looked to him again and let him have his fill, allowed him to see how his words, the sentiment behind them, had pierced through the armour I’d long since moulded around myself. 

One side of his mouth lifted and he used the hand resting on the back of the sofa to circle my wrist, leaning in a little closer, filling that previous gap. “Ro’s had her mom, her sister. They’ve been there. They love her, and she loves them. I know that. But with Kim, it ain’t always parentin’, it’s fun and games. It’s showin’ off, not showin’ up. It’s messin’ around until she finally grows–” 

He paused there, eyes flickering left and then right as his tongue swiped over his lower lip, almost as though he was resentful of the term he wished to use. 

He settled for, “Bored. Or maybe jus’ tired, you know? She’s there until it's her time to step up and do the job she’s ‘sposed to, til it's missed recitals and forgetting pick-up, that’s when she reacts. Pulls away.”

He sighed, gaze caught on his fingers, on the easy way they engulfed my wrist. His thumb brushed over the freckle that dotted the bone, and continued on through a slow exhale, “Ayla, she’s a lot older. She does her own thing, she’s got school, work, friends. Z obviously filters into all that, but there's always been a small divide. I like to think it’s just ‘cause of their ages– it’s how me and Nate worked growin’ up, you know? But there’s this whole idea that fuckin’ messes with my head, like maybe it's all down to me. Ayla’s my niece, but she’ll always be one of my own. I love that girl as much as I love Rosie. More than life itself. But I know I hurt her, havin’ her here, watchin’ me fail and fuck up whilst she was growin’ up. And jus’, maybe I can’t help but wonder if I ever let her know that enough, that I loved her, if it’s that that’s impacted her relationship with Z.”

I was quick in my attempt to soothe his doubts, the hand he didn’t hold jumping over to lay across the top of his own. “I’d call you an idiot, but I reckon you already know that.” I chuckled halfheartedly, though my smile was genuine when his eyes snapped up to meet my own, “You’re an amazing father, Em. I honestly believe that with my whole heart. And it doesn’t take much to see it either. I mean, I was here not even a day and was so quick to see the love you held for your daughter. I saw it in your reactions too when we called, when you spoke of them, however brief it was. I haven’t met Ayla but I don’t think I’d have to for me to see that your worries are just that, worries. I’m sure that girl loves you in the very same sense that I am sure that she knows you love her. That you see her as much more than just your niece.”

My thumb trailed over the back of his hand, skimming knuckles, taking in their slight discoloration, the faint white lines that could have only been age old scars. I dipped my head a tad so that my gaze could align with his shadowed blues, prompting him into lifting his eyes from off the floor.

“I’m also honoured that you think Rosie’s comfortable enough around me to mention the gravity behind it, that you’d trust me with her company, let alone her affection.” I said sweetly, gifting him another smile, it was close lipped but one that appled my cheeks. His stare caught onto it, fingers tightening around my wrist by a fraction in a squeeze that showed only his appreciation. So I squeezed back, fingers fastening over the top of his fist. “Z’s hard not to love, she’s all of your best parts and more. Sometimes…” 

I took a small breath, fretful over saying what I had intended to until Marshall met my flickering gaze once more, silently prompting me on. I swallowed thickly, feeling the force of it travel through my throat, but did follow through, “Sometimes it’s just hard raising kids, I guess not everyone’s made out for the harsher reality of it all. Of having to be a parent and not a friend. I mean, it was forced on me in a way, I’ve been raising my siblings since Danny the day came along, since before I knew what being a mum meant. What one was.” The weight of that admission had me reeling for a split second, at the truth it held. But I pursed my lips before allowing my eyes to find Marshall’s once more, “Kim, I’m sure she tries, I’m sure it’s more than my mum ever did, ever could do, but it’s okay for you to fear that it’s not enough for Z, too.”

Marshall worked his jaw, blinking for a second before he eventually spoke, voice rasping with the emotion he felt. “Kid deserves the world.”

I found myself grinning at that, the teary kind which glossed over your eyes but was strong enough that you couldn’t prevent the fluid motion of it. It was without thought that my arms came up to wind their way around his neck and I relaxed further in the gesture when I eventually felt his face come to rest against my shoulder.

“She does.” I murmured, hand cupping the back of his neck, fingers resting over the fine hair which lined his nape. “She does.” I heard myself repeat again as my eyes slipped closed. 

When we parted, I watched as Em knuckled the corner of his eye, grunting faintly to clear his throat and rid the room of any tension that then clouded us. I felt the corner of my mouth twitch, but did look away towards the tele when he started to shift once more, giving him a sense of security that he hadn’t been caught out, that I wouldn’t dig too deeply into his reaction. 

“Thanks.” He murmured after a stunted moment and it was only then that I glanced back over to him. I smiled in turn.

“Nothing to thank me for.”

When we parted ways for the night, I chose to head on up to bed, mind so full of thoughts that I found it hard to latch onto a singular one, whilst Marshall stopped at the bottom of the staircase to gift me a quiet goodnight, eyes caught on the reflection of moonlight that crept its way across my cheek, the sight mirrored on his own face.

I didn’t know it then but I would eventually, he’d never felt so inspired.

So as I’d slipped beneath my duvet, my mind stuck on the words we’d shared, Marshall was back down in the studio, writing away once more. But this time, it was for a completely different reason.

[dreamzenwrld]

wild thoughts | l.jn [mdni!!]

genre: smut. just general filth. roommate!au

word count: 1.8k

warnings & info: afab!reader, sub!jeno, hair pulling, unprotected sex (pls use a condom), dumbification if you squint, jeno is blonde, oral (m receiving), reader calls jeno "puppy" a lot, creampie, begging, lmk if i missed anything!

being jeno's roommate was easy enough. he was quiet, always did his share of the chores, and his dumb puppy moments were mostly endearing and oftentimes hilarious.

emphasis on 'mostly.'

one thing that made being jeno's roommate so difficult was how fucking sexy he was. his warm weather wardrobe consisted exclusively of tank tops and muscle tees — sometimes he didn't even bother with a shirt at all. he was so fun to look at; you'd find yourself staring at his biceps while he cooked you both dinner or at the veins in his hands while he defeated you in mariokart. combine his complete lack of self-awareness with general stupidity, and you'd occasionally get that dumbstruck puppy look on his face that was just so cute, but a sliver of the time made you melt into a puddle.

one time, he came out in a pair of shorts (if you wanted to call that glorified denim thong 'shorts') that were obviously yours with the assumption that his own shorts had simply shrunk in the wash. when you explained his ill thought process, he stared at you with this sweet, confused look on his face, but you couldn't stop thinking about the way the muscles in his thighs flexed when he pulled the shorts down from his tiny waist and off of his body to hand you your shorts back. the fact that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing, somehow, made it a million times worse.

so, it was anything but a surprise when jeno barged into your bedroom, shirtless with a frying pan in his hand, ready to defend you from whatever monstrosity was inducing such breathy shouts of his name. jeno quickly came to find that the catalyst for such vocalizations was nothing more than your vibrator and you picturing him in your head.

"o-oh," he stammered. "um, i'm sorry. i thought you were calling out because there was a bug or something."

you laid in your bed, thighs opened with your vibrator (now on off mode) sitting between your legs, your dripping cunt on full display for the blushing boy in your doorway.

"were you gonna kill a roach with a frying pan, jen?" you asked.

his face reddened more, if possible, and he timidly put the pan behind his back. "oh, uhm..."

you shift around your bed, opting to position yourself on your knees. "you know, you are so cute when you act all clueless like that."

jeno blinked. "i'm not pretending-"

"i know," you said, shuffling towards the edge of your bed. "but the way you act just makes me want to fucking devour you."

jeno, at this point, felt like the one melting. "you think about me when you- you know?"

"of course," you said slyly while inching further towards him. "don't you think about me?"

jeno's eyes widened and the pan behind his back hit the ground with a thud. he began stammering incoherent sounds, wiping his clammy hands against his gray sweatpants that perfectly displayed his hard-on.

you smile at his shy demeanor. "why don't you show me what you think about, baby?"

jeno inched towards you slowly, barely making full steps. once he was close enough to the edge of your bed, you pulled at the waistband of his sweats until the two of you were face-to-chest, nodding at him to sit down to which he obliged.

as you placed yourself in his lap to straddle him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he struggled to find a place to set his sweaty hands, opting for one on your knee and one gripping the bedsheet. after making yourself comfortable and ruining his sweatpants with your wetness, you stared down at him only to be met with that same god-forsaken dumb puppy look. you grinned, then proceeded to grind down on his hard dick, watching his face shift from the wide-eyed puppy look to one of pleasure — eyes rolled back, biting his lip to stifle his moans, and eyebrows furrowed.

"is this what you think of, puppy?" you ask him in a sing-song voice. "is this what goes through your mind when you're touching that pretty dick of yours?"

the boy whined, nodding in response. "y-yes."

"that's too bad," you said with a soft giggle. "because i think of something much, much worse."

jeno let out his first unfiltered moan as you continued the grinding and dirty talk. his hand had been navigating upwards away from your knee and up your thigh, the other still gripping the stained bedsheet beneath him.

"i wanna know," he moaned out. "i want you to show me what you think about. please."

you halted your movements and jeno responded with a whimper. "you want me to show you what i think about doing to you, puppy?"

he nodded rapidly.

you removed yourself from his lap, taking yourself down to the floor on your knees without breaking eye contact. your next steps were so, blatantly obvious, but he still sat there with that clueless expression on his face, wide-eyed and cute and with all the feigned innocence in the world.

you pulled down his waistband enough to reveal his cock, the pink tip already leaking precum. you brought your mouth to his dick and you were immediately met with the most pornographic moans you'd ever heard in your life. his hand shifted to your hair, his fingers getting lost in the strands while the other still remained glued to the sheets.

you dragged your tongue along the length of his veiny cock, inducing shaky, moany breaths out of the boy. you wrapped your mouth around the head of his dick and sucked ever so lightly before taking as much of him as you possibly could down your throat. you bobbed your head up and down his dick as tears threatened to fall from jeno's eyes, him already feeling incredibly overwhelmed.

his hips stuttered and his dick hit the back of your throat, which he immediately followed with groans of apologies. you removed your mouth from his dick, eliciting a small whine before you began jerking him off with your hand.

"you about to come, puppy?" you asked teasingly. "or do you just wanna fuck me that bad?"

jeno stared down at you with his wide eyes and red face. he gulped, releasing a breathy sigh, and stuttered a soft "both," before thrusting up once again, this time into your hand.

you removed your hand from his dick and rose up from your knees. you guided jeno towards the head of your bed, pushing his back against the wall and removing his sweatpants and boxers in the process. you straddled him once again, barely gracing your wet pussy over his hard, yearning dick.

"tell me, puppy," you whispered into his ear. "how badly do you want me to fuck you?"

jeno let out a loud, drawn out whine before burying his face in your neck out of embarrassment.

"is my puppy embarrassed?" you asked, lacing your fingers in his white-blonde hair. you pulled lightly at his hair to reveal his face to you. "you need to answer me."

there it was. that dumbfounded look, but this time he looked so fucked out, so corrupted, and so god damn beautiful. he up stared at you with his glossy eyes, swallowing his pride, and mumbled out his response.

"i want you to fuck me so badly."

you tsked, pulling harder at his hair. "i can't hear you puppy."

he moaned, responding again with clearer and much more vulgar words. "please, please fuck me. i want you to ride me and call me your pretty little puppy; i want you to make me cry and scream and tell me how much of a good boy i am and i wan—fuck—i wanna cum inside you so bad, please. please fuck m-"

you cut his begging off with a kiss, his words getting lost in your mouth as you shifted to envelope his dick between the walls of your pussy. he moaned loudly into your mouth as you sunk further down his shaft, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bottomed out.

“god, you feel so good, puppy,” you groaned out. “you’re so big. you fill me up so well. your dick made just for me, wasn’t it?”

jeno whimpered as he nodded, shifting his hands around until he settled with one gripping your upper thigh and one on your waist under your shirt. you slowly began to move, rising up and sinking down to find the best pace for your and jeno’s pleasure. jeno could barely keep his eyes open, his head writhing around as you fastened your pace exponentially before settling on a speed that had jeno releasing the loudest, raunchiest moans with his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown back against your headboard.

you bounced mercilessly on his cock, balancing yourself by gripping his shoulders and digging your fingernails into his skin. both of his hands had found themselves resting on your ass, occasionally squeezing as you rode him. his dick reached every pleasure-inducing corner within you and filled you so well. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t struggling to stay sane.

you knew once one of his hands traveled from your ass to in between your folds to rub your clit that he was getting close, and now with the pressure against your clit you were edging close to orgasm, too.

“f-fuck, y/n,” jeno stuttered out. “i’m not gonna last much longer.”

you picked up your pace and grinded against his fingers, chasing your own high. “you don’t cum until i say so, puppy.”

jeno whined and began rubbing your clit almost violently, determined to get you off before he came. you felt the pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach and your pussy tightening around his dick, signaling you were near orgasm.

“fuck,” you groan out. “need you to cum with me, puppy.”

jeno’s mouth was agape, unable to conjure words, so he responded with a soft nod as you tightened even more around his cock and rode him into oblivion. in seconds you released loud moans as you convulsed around his dick, and jeno ripped out one last groany whine as he released inside you, his cum dripping out of your pussy around his dick.

sticky sweat plagued your bodies as you both caught your breaths. jeno’s once wide-eyed look had been replaced with a drowsy, post-sex glow and his eyes drooped as he fought to stay awake.

“you did so good, puppy,” you said into his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder. “such a good boy for me.”

jeno responded with a hum.

“let’s rest just a second and then we can shower, okay?” you said.

jeno nodded. “that sounds good. oh, and y/n?”

“yes?”

“you have one active ass imagination.”