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ntonlvr · 7 months ago

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Can't Help Myself Falling Endlessly 3-4?

synopsis: sohee decides to throw a party. anton and y/n continue to sneak around..

what could possibly happen next..stay tuned

word count: 7.5k>

status: 4/? (this 2 chapters in one)

content warning: explicit sexual content, oral (fem and male receiving), drunk sex, slight mutual masturbation (?), idk what else to tag lmaoo

please leave feedback :)

The morning sun filtered through your curtains, casting a gentle glow over your room as you stretched, thoughts of last night with Anton lingering in your mind. His kiss, the way his hands felt on you, replayed vividly. You reach for your phone and settle back into bed, the cool sheets enveloping you. With a giddy excitement, you prepare to spill everything to your online besties, Taro and Sung.

You’d been friends with them for years, bonding over shared interests and countless late-night conversations. They were all well aware of your history with Anton–a childhood friend with whom you’d recently felt a growing connection beyond mere friendship. Whenever you needed advice or just a sympathetic ear, they were always there.

Just as you were about to text them, Sohee’s voice echoed from downstairs. “Hey, Y/N, are you up? I need your help please!” Rolling your eyes, you chose to ignore him for the moment, fingers quickly tapping across the screen.

TEXTING CYBER BULLIES:

y/n: good morning :) guess whos filling my mind this morning …

taro: hmm anton 👀

sung: yeah, i second that. it has to be anton

You grinned at their responses, fingers flying over the keyboard as you recounted last night's movie night. The way you were both snuggled up sharing light touches before the moment turned into something more.

y/n: you won’t believe what happened last night

taro: ooh ?? pls tell

sung: spill right now

y/n: well last night anton came over for a movie night, right. well we had a few shots of soju and we ended up kissing,, but like more heated …

taro: WAIT what!? i thought you guys were just friends!! did i miss a chapter

sung: no stupid. that’s the news. BUT Y/N WE NEED MORE INFO NEOW.

sung: we know you had a fat crush on this man, but never expected you to actually do anything about it..

y/n: hey- i would’ve done something about it

y/n: i would like the jury to know that i did in fact make the first move

taro: and when you say the kissing got heated? what do you mean by that

y/n: um we might’ve felt each other up. and he definitely kissed me elsewhere.. you get the picture

sung: oh we will be facetiming later to discuss more details. you aren’t getting out of that

taro: yeah for sure. but how are you feeling? what are you gonna do??

y/n: well we agreed to keep it a secret for now, just so we can figure out our feelings for real. and how to break it to sohee if we progress further.

sung: SOHEE DOESN’T KNOW ?? DUDE

y/n: hey remember when i said “we agreed to keep it a secret” OF COURSE SOHEE DOESN’T KNOW STUPID.

sung: well was it just heated kissing? if so i don’t think there’s any harm in that.

y/n: about that heheh…

taro: y/n i swear to god,, what else are you hiding from us .

y/n: after he left last night, we were texting- actually let me send a screenshot of our texts

y/n: *screenshot*

sung: .. no freaking way .. Y/N HE SNUCK OVER AFTER HE LEFT FOR THE NIGHT ..oh he’s got it bad for you

taro: oh 0.0 “i would love to feel you right now” you’re actually insane for that (i love it)

y/n: um so he did in fact sneak over. let’s just say a man can please and ya girl can please.

taro: and sohee had no idea anton came back over last night? girl you are so in the clear right now

sung: this is some next-level drama. i am living for this BUT how are you keeping this a secret?

y/n: idk 😭 that’s the hard part. we don’t really get a lot of 1:1 time because of sohee

taro: hmm maybe you can both sneak away tn since sohee’s throwing a party

y/n: how do you know he- stalker

sung: taro quit stalking sohee’s socials

taro: i like to know things, okay

y/n: but taro does have a point. there will be enough people around so anton and i can have some alone time

taro: im living for the secret rendezvous with you and anton. so what’s the next move?

y/n: i want to look good tonight. idk the thought of looking so good in front of anton when he has to act normal is making me go crazy

taro: you already know i support. pls send outfit ideas

As you laughed at their playful encouragement, Sohee called again, louder this time, “Y/N! Seriously, come help me. I know you’re up, I can hear you laughing.” You smirked and typed one last message.

y/n: i will!! i gotta go before sohee loses it -.-

You head downstairs and grab a cup of coffee to kickstart your day. Sohee enters, carrying a box of lights and other decorations.

“Finally! I thought you were trying to skip out on helping me,” Sohee says, placing the box next to you.

“I don’t get why we need all these lights. We already have lights in the backyard,” you reply, eyeing the tangled mess.

“Yeah, but these are way better. Anyway, I did have something I wanted to talk to you about last night,” he begins, leaning against the counter with a more serious expression.

Your heart skips a beat, and a wave of anxiety washes over you. “What about it?”

Sohee sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I noticed something weird when I joined you both for that movie last night. Like something with Anton,” he says, his tone filled with curiosity. “Anton seemed kind of off, like he was distracted.”

A lump forms in your throat, and you struggle to maintain a calm facade. “Distracted? What do you mean?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but the slight tremor in your voice betrays you.

Sohee pours himself some coffee, looking thoughtful. “I don’t know, just a feeling. He was quieter than usual. Maybe he’s got something on his mind.”

You force a laugh, relieved that Sohee hasn’t pieced anything together. “Yeah, he’s been stressed about work lately. Probably just that.”

Sohee shrugs, seemingly satisfied with your explanation. “Makes sense. Anyway, let’s get these decorations up. The party won’t set itself up.”

You nod, the tension easing as you both start untangling the lights. The relief washes over you, knowing that your secret is still safe for now.

The morning flew by in a whirlwind of party preparations with Sohee. As you helped him hang lights and arrange decorations, your mind kept drifting back to Anton and what the evening might bring. Around midday, while you were putting the final touches in place, Sohee’s phone began buzzing loudly.

“Sohee, could you please pass me another hook so these lights stop falling?” you called out.

“Sorry, I’m actually going to head out and grab drinks for tonight,” Sohee replied, already reaching for his keys. “Do you mind holding the fort down while I’m gone?”

“Can’t you grab me a hook before you leave?” you retorted, frustration evident in your voice.

“Well, I’m already out the door, Sorry, I’ll be back in a little while,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“What an ass,” you mutter to yourself. Did he really just leave you to finish setting up for a party he wanted to throw? “Whatever,” you thought. “I’ll wrap this up and then get ready for tonight.”

In your room, you laid out your chosen outfit on your bed and took a shower to refresh yourself. The warm water helped relax your nerves, and you spent extra time carefully styling your hair into loose waves that frame your face effortlessly.

Unlocking your phone, you started a FaceTime call with Taro and Sung to get their opinion on your fit for the night.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?” Taro greeted you enthusiastically as his face appeared on the screen.

“I need your fashion advice,” you said with a grin, “I already chose this dress, but I have another option in case the jury doesn’t like it.”

Sung leaned forward, curious. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

You set your phone up, and backed away from the camera, displaying the dress you had on. A skimpy sundress in a pastel floral print that hugged your curves in all the right places. “Okay, this is the first option. A personal favorite,” you explained, giving a playful twirl to show it off.

Taro’s eyes widened with approval. “Wow, Y/N you look hot in that dress. It really compliments you so well.”

Sung nods in agreement. “Definitely. It’s perfect for tonight. Anton won’t be able to take his eyes, and maybe even his hands off you.”

Before you could grab the second outfit, Taro exclaimed, “We don’t even need to see the other one. This is perfect!

Sung nodded in agreement. “Yeah, seriously. Anton won’t be able to resist you in that.”

You laughed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” Taro said confidently.

“Totally,” Sung added with a grin.

The thrill of teasing Anton added an extra layer of excitement to the night. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he sees you. Taro and Sung could sense your anticipation and share in your excitement.

“We can’t wait to hear how this plays out for you,” Taro said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah, keep us updated,” Sung added. “This is going to be so much fun.”

You smiled, feeling more confident than ever. “Thanks, guys. I’ll let you know how it goes. Tonight is going to be good.”

“Sorry guys, hold on a sec,” you apologize, tapping the screen to switch over to Sohee’s call. The image shifts to a chaotic scene in Sohee’s car, packed with shopping bags brimming with bottles of various liquors.

“Sohee, what’s all this?” you laugh, eyeing the assortment of drinks.

Sohee grins mischievously. “I figured we needed a little something extra for tonight. And look who I found on the way back,” he gestures towards Anton, who waves from the passenger seat, a shy smile on his face.

Anton leans into the camera view, his voice tinged with humor. “Hey, Y/N. Sohee decided to kidnap me for the cause.”

You chuckle at them, feeling a surge of excitement for the night ahead. “Well, looks like we’re all set then. Thanks, Sohee. See you both soon.” With a wave goodbye, you switch back to Taro and Sung, who are grinning at the unexpected interruption. “Okay, I gotta go, babes. I’m pretty sure Sohee is close to being back and is gonna need help with everything.”

Taro laughed. “Good luck! And remember, we need all the juicy details later.”

“Yeah, and don’t leave anything out!” Sung added.

You smiled, feeling a renewed sense of confidence. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the full scoop. Talk to you later.”

The evening air was thick with anticipation as Sohee’s car pulled up to the front of the house. Anton stepped out first, followed closely by Sohee, who was balancing the bags of goodies with practiced ease. They exchanged knowing glances, both fully aware of the surprise that was about to unfold.

You descended the stairs, your presence catching Anton’s attention almost immediately. Anton’s breath caught in his throat as he beheld you in the sundress, the soft pastels playing against your skin like a delicate watercolor. His gaze traced the curve of your waist, the gentle flow of the fabric over your figure, and the way the dress seemed to illuminate you with a subtle radiance.

At that moment, time seemed to slow for Anton. He couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly you wore confidence like a second skin, how every movement you made seemed to carry a quiet grace that captivated him anew. Thoughts raced through his mind, a whirlwind of admiration and desire intertwined.

“Wow,” Anton managed to whisper, the word escaping his lips almost involuntarily. His heart hammered in his chest, a mixture of awe and a deeper, more profound feeling stirring within him. He found himself unable to look away, wanting to etch this moment into his memory.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, your smile brightened at the sight of Anton. You could sense his reaction, the unspoken admiration that hung in the air like a delicate thread. It was a moment suspended in time, where words seemed unnecessary amidst the unspoken language of glances and smiles.

You joined Sohee and Anton as they gathered the remaining supplies from the car. The back seat was filled with bags from different stores, and a variety of beverages. Anton began to unload them while you and Sohee carried them inside.

“How was the store?” you asked, breaking the silence as they maneuvered through the hallway.

Anton glanced at you, trying to keep his focus on the task at hand. “It was alright. Sohee managed to get all the best deals.”

Sohee nodded in agreement, setting down his load on the kitchen counter. “Definitely, I know what I’m doing. Thanks for helping us by the way.”

You smiled warmly, “Of course, I’m happy to help.”

As they continued unpacking, you reached to grab a big bowl from the top shelf, inadvertently lifting the hem of your dress just enough to expose the bottom of your ass. Anton’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected glimpse, his cheeks flushing as he looked away, trying to maintain composure. You bit your lip, suppressing a smile at his reaction before bending over to now retrieve something you didn’t even need, knowing full well you were testing Anton’s self-control at this point.

As they unpacked the bags, Y/N noticed Anton stealing glances at you from time to time. You couldn’t resist a playful tease. Setting down a bottle, you turned towards Anton. “Enjoying the view?” you ask in a low whisper.

Anton’s cheeks flushed slightly, caught off guard by your directness. He chuckled nervously, trying to play it cool. “Uh, maybe a little,” he admitted with a shy smile.

Y/N tilted her head, pretending to ponder. “Well, I guess that’s a compliment,” she replied, her eyes sparking mischievously.

Anton shifted his position, feeling the tension between them growing more palpable with each playful gesture.

“So, Anton,” Sohee called from the other side of the kitchen, oblivious to the teasing. “Can you check if we have enough mixers?”

“Uh, sure,” Anton replied, his voice a bit strained. He moved to the pantry, grateful for the temporary distraction. As he rummaged through the shelves, he couldn’t help but steal glances at Y/N, who was now leaning over the counter, her movements slow and deliberate.

You straightened up, catching Anton’s eye once more. She walked over to him, your smile innocent but your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Need any help in there?” she asked sweetly, standing just a bit too close.

Anton took a deep breath, forcing a smile. “I think I’ve got it, thanks,” he said, trying to keep his tone casual.

As you reached for a bottle on the shelf next to Anton, you subtly grazed his side, your touch light and seemingly accidental but enough to send a shiver through Anton. He tensed, trying to remain composed as the playful gesture heightened the already charged atmosphere between them,

“Sohee,” you called over your shoulder, your tone light and playful, “do we have enough glasses for the drinks?”

Sohee nodded, still focused on his own task. “Yeah, they should be in the cabinet above the sink.”

You turned back to Anton, giving him a final teasing smile before moving away to fetch the glasses. Anton exhaled slowly, his mind racing with thoughts of you and your playful antics. He knew the evening was only just beginning, and he had a feeling your teasing was far from over.

With Sohee bustling in the kitchen, organizing the drinks and setting out other necessities, you seized the opportunity to steak a moment alone with Anton. You flashes him a smile, a silent invitation to join you in a corner of the living room away from Sohee.

Anton hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Sohee to ensure he wouldn’t notice their brief absence. Then, unable to resist your playful allure, he followed you to the secluded corner.

You leaned against the wall, your eyes glinting with mischief as you watched Anton approach. “Finally, some peace and quiet,” you murmured, your voice soft and inviting.

Anton nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Yeah, it’s been a little hectic in there,” he replied, his gaze fixed on you.

You took a step closer, your proximity sending a shiver down Anton’s spine. “I noticed you’ve been a bit distracted,” you teased, your fingers lightly brushing his arm.

Anton swallowed hard, the touch of your fingers sending a wave of warmth through him. “It’s hard not to be,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your smile widened, pleased by his honesty. “Good to know I have that effect on you,” you said, your tone playful yet sincere. You leaned in, your lips just inches from his ear. “You know, you’re making it very hard for me to focus on anything else.”

Anton’s heart raced, the intimacy of the moment almost overwhelming. “You’re not making it easy for me either,” he confessed, his breath hitching.

You chuckled softly, your breath warm against his skin. “Maybe that’s the point,” she whispered, your lips brushing against his ear ever so slightly.

"Imagine what else I could do if we were alone... just the two of us."

Before you could pull back, Anton’s hands were on you, unable to resist any longer. His fingers traced the curve of your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. “You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

You shivered at his touch, a pleased smile playing on your lips. “You can’t seem to take your hands off me, can you?” you teased, your tone light but your eyes dark with invitation.

“Can you blame me?” Anton replied, his hands roaming over your back, pulling you even closer. “You look absolutely stunning tonight. I can’t resist touching you.”

“Good to know,” you whispered back, enjoying the way his touch sent waves of heat through you. “But we can’t stay hidden forever. Sohee will start wondering where we went.”

Anton was about to respond, to the close distance between you, when Sohee’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

"Hey, Anton! Can you give me a hand with these coolers? They're too heavy for me to lift alone."

Anton groaned inwardly, the moment shattered by the interruption. He pulled back reluctantly, glancing at you, who wore an amused expression. "Duty calls," you said with a wink, clearly enjoying the effect you had on him.

"Yeah, I'll be right there," Anton called back to Sohee, his voice tinged with frustration.

Moments later, you both joined Sohee in welcoming their friends, the atmosphere quickly filling with lively chatter and music. The front door swung open repeatedly as guests arrived, bringing with them bursts of laughter and clinking of bottles. Sohee, in his element, floated around the room and backyard, ensuring everyone had a drink and was having a good time.

As the night progressed, you found yourself standing at the makeshift bard in the backyard. You leaned over to grab a pop from the lower shelf, your dress riding up slightly. Anton’s breath hitched instinctively reaching out to steady you, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin.

“You really can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” you whispered, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you straightened up, holding the can of pop.

Anton’s eyes darkened, his voice low as he replied, “You’re impossible to resist. I told you.”

Before you could respond, a group of friends approached them, breaking the intimate moment. You both plastered on friendly smiles, engaging in casual conversation, but the tension between you remained palpable.

As the party buzzed with energy, music thumped and laughter filled the air. Anton leaned in, whispering to you, “Wanna get out of here?”

You shared a smirk and began weaving your way through the crowd, aiming for upstairs. Just as you reached the stairs, Sohee, visibly tipsy, intercepted you, swaying slightly.

“Hey! Where are you two sneaking off to?” he asked, his words slurring a bit. “You aren’t leaving, are you?”

You and Anton exchanged a look, their escape thwarted. “Uh, just going to get more drinks. Looks like we’re running low,” you replied, trying to act natural.

Sohee grinned. “Perfect! That’s what I was going to ask you both to do. It’s like you read my mind.”

“Yeah, of course, Sohee,” Anton replied, chuckling. “Anything for you.”

Sohee beamed. “You guys are the best!” I’ll make sure the party doesn’t die while you’re gone.”

As the car hummed down the road, the city lights flickering past, Anton’s hand found its way to your thigh, tracing soft patterns with his fingertips. His touch sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

“Can’t believe Sohee actually sent us on a beer run,” you chuckled, stealing a glance at Anton.

He smirked, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “Maybe it’s not such a bad thing.” His hand slid higher, a teasing warmth spreading through your body.

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise within you. “You think you can keep your hands to yourself?” you teased.

Anton leaned closer, his voice low and filled with a playful challenge. “Why would I want to, when you look so good?” His warm breath brushed against your ear, sending tingles down your spine.

You laughed softly, but then gleamed at the road ahead. “Hey, pay attention to the road,” you teased, your voice mock-serious.

Anton chuckled, his hand still gently exploring. “Don’t worry,” he said confidently, his tone cocky and flirty. “I’ve got my hands–and eyes–right where they need to be.”

The car pulled up to the liquor store, and you both hopped out to grab the beers Sohee had requested, along with other beverages. The task was simple enough, but the tension between you both was high.

As he drove, the tension between you both grew undeniable. Anton glanced at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know,” he said, his voice low and suggestive, “we have a bit of time before we head back.”

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” you asked, your voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

Without answering, Anton turned down a quiet, secluded road, pulling over in a spot hidden by trees. He killed the engine and looked at Y/N with a smirk. “Why don’t we take a little detour?”

You grinned, heart pounding with anticipation. “Lead the way,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, already intoxicated by the daring excitement of what was to come.

Anton flashed a wicked smile and opened his door, stepping out of the driver's seat. He moved around the car, opening the back door and gesturing for you to join him. “Get in the backseat,” he suggested, his tone a mix of command and invitation.

As they settled into the backseat, Anton’s lips captured yours, the kiss deepening as his hands roamed eagerly. He traced up your sides, fingers brushing your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, your breaths mingling in the confined space. Anton’s hands explored your curves, sliding beneath your dress, his touch warm and urgent.

He felt you shiver as his hand ventured higher, fingers tracing the soft fabric of your panties. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

You gasped, your body responding to his touch, the sensation intoxicating. Anton’s fingers pressed lightly over you, feeling the heat radiating, his own desire intensifying.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and husky, lips brushing against your ear. The thrill of their secret moment, hidden away from the world, only heightened their connection.

You whimpered softly, your breath hitching as Anton’s fingers continued their tantalizing exploration. Emboldened by your response, he kissed a trail down your neck, his lips trailing lower with each tender caress. He knelt between your legs, his gaze locked with yours, filled with hunger.

"Anton…" you breathed out as his palms found their way upwards. "We should go back," you said, feeling a mix of urgency and desire.

"We should," he agreed, though his hands showed no intention of stopping. His fingers teased your skin, drawing you closer.

"We need to get back," you insisted, a teasing glint in your eyes.

"Then let's stop," Anton suggested, his lips brushing against yours.

"You first," you challenged, a playful smile on your lips.

"I can't," he admitted, his voice low and filled with need.

"Then let's finish," you replied, surrendering to the heated moment. Your lips met his once more, lost in the intensity of your connection. The urgency of the world outside faded into oblivion as you both gave in to the passionate, stolen moments in the backseat of the car.

Anton’s mouth found your inner thigh, his tongue tracing a path of fire along your skin. Your fingers threaded through his hair, urging him closer as he teased you, building tension to an unbearable peak. When his lips finally met your core, it was like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

His touch was expert, each movement deliberate and intoxicating. Your breath hitched with each flick of his tongue, the gentle sucking on your clit sending tremors of delight through your ent9ire being. He alternated between soft, teasing licks and firmer strokes, each one eliciting a gasp or maon from your lips. The sensations were almost too much, your body arching towards him, seeking more of that friction.

“Anton, please,” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper as the pleasure built inside you.

“Tell me what you want,” he hummed against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded, your fingers tightening in his hair. “Please, don’t stop.”

Anton’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he continued his ministrations. His tongue moved with a rhythm that drove you wild. His mouth was warm and insistent, every movement designed just for you, to bring you over the edge.

“You taste so good,” he growled softly, his voice sending another shiver down your spine.

His lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking and then releasing, only to repeat the motion. You felt your muscles tighten in anticipation, the coil inside you winding tighter and tighter.

“Oh, god, Anton,” you moaned, your hips bucking against his mouth. “I’m so close…”

He paused for a moment, his breath hot against your wet skin, before diving back down with renewed vigor. His tongue pressed firmly against your clit, moving in slow, deliberate circles, causing your toes to curl.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. You could feel the edge of release approaching, your body tensing as your high was nearing. Anton sensed this, his hands sliding up your thighs to hold you even closer, his tongue working you relentlessly.

Anton flicked his tongue rapidly against your clit and then sucked your clit hard, the coil inside you snapped. You cry out Anton’s name with ecstasy, your body trembling with the intensity. Anton continued to work you through your high, his mouth never leaving your core.

He didn't stop until he had drawn out every last shiver and moan from you, his tongue soothing and gentle now, easing you down from the heights of pleasure. When you finally collapsed back against the seat, spent and breathless, Anton kissed his way back up your body, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of satisfaction.

Anton’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as you pushed him gently against the seat. You kissed your way down his neck, your lips trailing along his collarbone and chest.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice a husky growl. “What are you doing?”

You smiled against his skin, your hands moving to unbutton his jeans. ‘Giving you what you deserve,” you replied, your voice low and seductive.

“We should go back now,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction, his body already responding to your touch.

You slid his jeans down, your fingers tracing the hard outline of his arousal through his boxers. Anton’s breath quickened, his eyes never leaving yours.

With a hunger that matched his own, you lowered yourself between his legs, your lips brushing against his inner thigh. Anton’s sharp intake of breath spurred you on, your mouth finding him eagerly. You started with soft, teasing kisses along his length, your tongue darting out to taste him,

“God, Y/N,” he groaned, his hands now tangling in your hair.

You looked up at him, eyes full of mischief. “That’s the idea,” you said, before taking him fully into your mouth. Your tongue danced along his member, teasing and tasting him as you worked him to the same completion he did to you moments before.

Anton’s grip on the seat tightened as he surrendered to the pleasure you gave him. He whispered words of encouragement to you as you continued your attack. You increased your pace, your movements becoming more fervent as you felt him growing harder against your tongue. His hips bucked slightly, matching your rhythm, and you knew he was close.

“Y/N,” he gasped, his voice strained with need. “I’m so close, I’m about to come…”

You only redoubled your efforts, taking him deeper, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before descending again. With a final stroke, you felt him reach his high, his release filling your mouth as he groaned your name. You swallowed, taking every last bit, your eyes locked.

As you pulled back, you stuck your tongue out to show Anton you had swallowed every last bit. The sight alone made him lose it, his breath hitching as he stared at you with a dazed look.

“God,” is all he managed to breathe out.

Anton pulled you into a lingering kiss before leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “We should probably get back,” he said, his voice low.

You smiled, your body still humming from the intensity of your shared moment. “Yeah, before Sohee starts wondering where we are.”

With a reluctant sigh, you both fixed your clothes and climbed back into the front seats. The car hummed to life, and as you drove back to the party, the tension between you and Anton was replaced with comfortable silence. The intimacy of your recent encounter still lingering in the air.

As the car approached the party, the sound of music and laughter grew louder. You could see the house lit up, people milling about in the front yard, holding drinks and talking animatedly. Anton parked the car and turned to you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Stepping out of the car, you both grabbed the bags of drinks and headed towards the house. The moment you walked in, you were greeted by a way more drunk Sohee, his eyes widening with relief and excitement.

"There you are!" he exclaimed, stumbling slightly as he approached you. "I was starting to think you guys got lost or something."

Anton chuckled, handing Sohee a bag of drinks. "Just had a little detour. But we got everything you asked for."

Sohee swayed a bit, peering into the bag with a grin. “Perfect! You guys are lifesavers.” He reached out to pat Anton on the shoulder but paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Hey, uh, Anton…your fly is down.”

Anton quickly looked down, his cheeks reddening slightly as he zipped up. “Oops, must’ve been in a hurry. We stopped to use the bathroom,” he said with a casual laugh.

Sohee then turned his attention to you, his gaze lingering on your slightly tousled hair. “And Y/N, your hair is looking a mess.”

You felt your cheeks flush as you quickly tried to smooth your hair. “Yeah, the wind was crazy out there.”

Sohee laughed, giving you a playful shove. “Sure, sure. You might want to keep that under control unless you want to scare everyone away.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t smile at how even drunk Sohee still tries to bully you. “Thanks for the advice, dick.”

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of suspicion in his gaze, but he was too far gone to dwell on it. “Well, as long as you’re back with the drinks. Let’s keep this party going!”

He grabbed a beer from the bag and cracked it open, raising it in a toast. “ To the best beer runners ever!”

You and Anton exchanged a look of relief, clinking your bottles together before taking a sip. The party continued in full swing, the music thumping and laughter filling the air. Sohee, now distracted by other friends, quickly forgot his earlier suspicions, and you and Anton were able to blend back into the lively atmosphere, the thrill of your secret adding an extra spark to the night.

Anton found himself with his friends Wonbin and Eunseok, their group gathered in the kitchen with bottles in hand. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by bursts of laughter and the occasional teasing remark. Anton glanced outside where you were sitting with your friends Karina and Ningning at a small table, a bit away from the main crowd. You looked radiant, your laughter infectious as you animatedly chatted with the girls.

Karina nudged you playfully, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “You and Anton seem awfully close tonight,” she remarked, her tone teasing.

You shrugged nonchalantly, though your cheeks warmed at the comment. “He’s just my best friend, and you know that,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink to hide your smile.

Ningning leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “You two would make a cute couple, you know.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s not like that,” you insisted, but the words felt less convincing even to your own ears. Your gaze drifted back to Anton, who was now engrossed in a story Eunseok was telling, his smile bright and genuine.

You stumble upstairs, a little tipsy but still steady enough to navigate the familiar path to your room. Closing the door behind you, you kick off your shoes and collapse onto your bed, the soft fabric of your sundress bunching up around your thighs. Grinning to yourself, you pull out your phone and open a new message to Anton.

y/n: hey handsome ;)

You giggle to yourself, hitting send. It doesn’t take long for your phone to buzz with a response.

Anton: Hey, where’d you go?

y/n: upstairs. needed a break from the noise. u should come join meeee

You bite your lip, your fingers dancing over the keyboard as you continue

y/n: im all alone…in bed…and it’s kind of boring without u

You know Anton is still downstairs with his friends, and the thought of him trying to hide his phone to read your messages makes you giggle. Your phone buzzes again.

Anton: I’m with the guys, I can’t just leave like that

y/n: why not? im more fun than them

You can almost imagine him trying to keep a straight face while reading your texts. Deciding to take it up a notch, you reach for the hem of your dress, hiking it up just enough to reveal your bare skin. Angling the phone just right, you snap a photo and send it to him.

y/n: see? im not even wearing panties…

A thrill runs through you as you hit send, and you wait, heart pounding, for his response. This time, it takes a bit longer for his reply to come through.

Anton: Holy shit, Y/N. You’re killing me

y/n: u know what would be even better? u… up here with me

You start again, feeling more bold.

y/n: yeah im just laying here, thinking about u…touching myself

Your phone buzzes almost immediately.

Anton: You are so hot, oh my god…

You grin, knowing you’ve got him right where you want him.

y/n: come on, anton. don’t you want to see what you’re missing ;)

You lie back, anticipation building as you wait for his next move. Downstairs, Anton is struggling to keep his composure, sneaking glances at his phone while his friends are oblivious to his distraction. You can almost feel his tension, his desire to be up there with you instead of stuck trying to act normal.

Finally, his next message comes through.

Anton: Give me 5 minutes

You smile, your heart racing with excitement. You know that in a few minutes, Anton will be there, and the night is going to take another exhilarating turn. But you decide to push him a little further. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you adjust your dress, pulling it up higher to reveal more. With a sultry look, you take another photo, making sure it captures the curve of your body and the suggestive hint of your touch.

y/n: hurry up…i’m getting impatient

You hit send, your heart racing as you imagine Anton’s reaction. The seconds tick by slowly, each one heightening your excitement. You can almost picture him trying to discreetly look at his phone, his friends none the wiser.

Your phone buzzes again.

Anton: Damn, Y/N…you’re making this really hard to stay down here.

You bite your lip, feeling a rush of satisfaction.

y/n: just imagine how good it will feel to be up here with me…

The thrill of knowing he’s about to sneak away just for you is intoxicating. You send one final message, wanting to make sure he can’t resist.

y/n: just think about me… laying her, so wet and ready for you…

Another photo follows, this one even more revealing, leaving little to the imagination.

Anton: I’m on my way.

You hear the creak of the stairs, each step bringing Anton closer. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you quickly check your appearance one last time. The door handle turns, and Anton slips into the room, closing and locking the door quietly behind him.

He stands there for a moment, taking in the sight of you sprawled on the bed, your dress hiked up, one hand resting on your inner thigh. His eyes darken with desire, and he walks over, his presence sending shivers down your spine.

You start to pull your hand away, but he stops you with a firm but gentle command. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you nod shyly, resuming your slow, teasing strokes. His eyes never leave you, his intense gaze making your movements feel even more intimate. You feel your body reacting to his attention, every touch amplified by his look.

Anton sits on the edge of the bed, close enough to reach out and touch you but holding back. His restraint only heightens your arousal, and you let out a soft moan, your fingers working urgently.

“Anton..” you breathe, your voice trembling already with need. “Please…I want you.”

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin. “Not yet,” he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper. “I want to watch you a little longer.”

You whimper, your body aching for his touch, but you obey, for fingers continuing to play with your clit. His gaze is almost tangible, the heat in his eyes making you feel more exposed than ever.

“Please, Anton,” you beg, your voice breaking with desperation. “I need you to touch me.”

His hand covers yours, guiding your movements. The contact sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you gasp, your body arching towards him. He watches you intently, his own arousal evident.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. “But I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Please,” you moan, your voice raw with desire. “I need you. I need to feel you inside me.”

He pulls back slightly, he eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity. “Not yet,” he says firmly. “I want you to make yourself cum first. Show me what you do when I’m not around to help you.” Your eyes widen, and a shiver runs through you. “But Anton,” you whisper, your voice giving out on you. “I- I can’t… I need you…”

“You can,” he insists, his voice a low growl. “Show me how badly you want it.”

You hesitate for a moment, your body aching for him. But the command in his voice is undeniable. You slide your hand back down, resuming the slow, tortuous strokes, your eyes locked on his. His gaze never wavers, watching every movement, every reaction.

To increase the sensation, you move your free hand up to your breasts, fingers grazing over your nipples. You pinch and tease them, gasping at the added pleasure. The dual actions overwhelm you, and you close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling.

The sensation builds quickly, your own touch suddenly feeling more intense under his watchful eyes. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your hips lifting off the bed as you chase your release.

“Anton…please…” you moan, your body trembling.

“Keep going,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet. “Show me how much you want it.”

The words push you over the edge, your body tensing as the orgasm crashes over you. You cry out, your entire body shuddering with the force of it.

As you come down from the high, Anton finally moves, his hands replacing yours, his touch sending aftershocks through your oversensitive skin. You notice his hand moving more deliberately over himself, his arousal palpable.

He stands up, unbuttoning his jeans, his movements slow and knowing. You watch, your eyes fill with a mix of satisfaction and renewed desire as he finally starts to touch himself openly. But even now, his focus still remains on you, his eyes locked on yours as he begins to stroke himself, his breath coming in short gasps.

“You like watching me, don’t you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes,” you whisper, your body still trembling from your release. “But I want to do more than just watch. Let me touch you.”

He shakes his head slowly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Not yet,” he says, his voice a tantalizing whisper. “You can look, but no touching.”

You whimper at his words, your core aching with renewed need as you watch him begin to pleasure himself. His movements are skilled and with purpose. His eyes locked onto yours as he slowly stroked himself, edging closer and closer to release.

“Please, Anton,” you beg, your voice breaking. “I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”

He groans, his breath hitching as he slows his strokes, teasing himself. “Not yet,” he whispers, his voice strained. “I want to see you beg for it.”

“Anton,” you moan, your body trembling with desire. “I can’t take it anymore. Please… I need you.”

His eyes darkened with lust, and he moved closer, his hand still working over himself. “Keep begging,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “I want to hear how much you want it.”

“Please, Anton,” you cry out, your body arching towards him. “I need you so badly. I can’t stand it. Please…”

His eyes flash with satisfaction, and he finally gives in, positioning himself over you. He leans down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue teasing yours. You can taste the desire on his lips, feel it in the way his hands roam your body.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers against your mouth, his voice thick with need. He pulls back just enough to align himself with you, the anticipation making you tremble. His eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze as he slowly pushes inside, stretching and filling you in a way that makes you cry out.

Your nails dig into his back, your body arching against his. “Anton,” you gasp, your voice a mix of relief and overwhelming pleasure. “Oh god, yes!”

He moves with a deliberate, unhurried pace, each thrust deep and measured. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you intensifying the sensations coursing through your body. You cling to him, every thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“I want to feel you come again,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “I want to feel you tighten around me.”

The command in his voice sends a thrill through you, and you can feel the pressure building once more. Your moans become more urgent, your body responding eagerly to his every touch. His pace quickens, his own restraint slipping as he nears his own release.

“Anton,” you cry out, your body shuddering with the force of your climax. He groans, the sound vibrating through you as he finally lets go, his release triggering another wave of pleasure for you.

He collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies tangled together. After a moment, he lifts his head, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t ever want to let you go,” he whispers, his voice filled with awe.

You smile, your heart swelling with emotion. “I don’t want you to,” you reply softly, running your fingers through his hair. “I want this. I want you.”

He holds you tighter, his lips finding yours once more in a tender, lingering kiss. “Then you have me,” he says, his eyes filled with promise. “Always.”

#riize #lee anton #lee chanyoung #riize anton #lee anton x reader #riize anton x reader #anton lee #anton scenarios #riize imagines #riize lee changyoung #riize sohee #riize shotaro #riize sungchan

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i-will-kill-you-with-a-book · 2 months ago

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I need help to write Muslim characters from Bangladesh

So I'm trying to write rn and it's my first draft and since the whole thing takes place in Bangladesh and I've never been their before I would appreciate any info given.

I researched a lot before writing and Islam is the main religion there. I know quite a few muslims from school but I'm only friends with one girl (she's Egyptian) and for some reason the other one seems to hate me. Or idk maybe I'm overreacting.

Anyway firstly is it disrespectful to do this? Like I'm not a Muslim myself and I'm from India not Bangaldesh but I just liked the setting and I'm trying to adjust my characters to make it realistic. I'm not sure weather the female characters should wear a hijab or not since some people I know do and some people dont. I dont know what's more common in Bangladesh so if you know pls tell me.

I'm also not sure about the praying because it's a kids sorta story and well it's about sweatshops where I dont think they get a break from working. I'm not making Religion like a big part of the story at all I just wanna know if there's anything I should know since something's in the plot may contradict the religion.

If there's anything else you know about Islam and how its practiced in south Asia specifically pls let me know and if you know anything at all about Bangladesh like what you call your parents or common foods (keep in mind my characters aren't exactly well off) tell me !

Thank you so much for reading if you got this far I hope to publish one day and uh yeah I'm trying

I'm tagging a few like bangaldesh and Islam related things so this reaches the right people pls dont take any offence

#bangladesh #bengali #islamic #muslim #dhaka #writing #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #If your from Bangladesh help me #Are there any Muslim girls out there to help me

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multishipper33 · 1 year ago

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Bio!

Pleasantries:

-Hello! You can call me Maddie, she/her pronouns please :]]

-I’m your local Multishipper (hence the username)

-I make fanart (kinda? barely), shitpost, write (even more barely), and… idk exist?

-inventor of majordubs they’re cool (drama au is cooking in my mind fear not)

-queer as fuck a girl and autistic mess with me it’s sexist homophobic and ableist

-I swear like a sailor fucking deal with it my dudes

Stuffs About Me:

-Music lover!! I memorize songs like that (please gimme music) (I beg please I want to listen to gay people music)

-Theatre kid to the highest degree (does it say something about me that my favourite song from Newsies is once & for all because of the absolute amount of vibes?)

-rarepair enjoyer bathe me in the sauce

-MCYT fan!! Though I am looking for some properly good Internment Chronicles content…

-we play no-nos like baseball three strikes and I block you <3

No-nos:

-hey don’t be a meanie unless it’s for a bit or a joke or smth

-please no nsfw just not here pls I try and keep that out of my blog- like don’t send suggestive asks etc etc etc

-if you’re not part of the marginalized community the hateful word is used for you can’t use said hateful word

-personal questions Tumblr don’t need to know shit about me

Alright, Okay:

-yeah ask me shit it’s funny

-tag me in chains I like that

-Content with me in it!! I don’t know who or why anyone would wanna do this, but if you really want to be my guest!

-swear. Motherfuckers if I’m allowed to swear you are, go right ahead I guess

-anything else really

Gimme:

-content for my rarepairs (please shove content down my throat)

-Joel Smallishbeans. That’s it.

-shipping (let the cubitos kiss and hug and hold hands)

-Weird stuff <3

-Ideas!! I love hearing about y’all’s aus or hcs they’re all so coool

-Reblogs/replies. Those make me happier than likes. I read through every reblog like it’s a good book.

Final remarks:

A reminder to

-always read the book first

-drink water hydrate or die straight

-listen to your fav song today

-and get some sleep for once sheesh

#bio #maddie’s rambles #pinned post #duuude #bio update #how we doin #how we feeling #good?#good to hear #saved

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noahtally-famous · 1 year ago

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td 2023 s2 ep1 spoilers below the cut

(okay so I have not finished s1 but I know the general gist of what happens through mutuals posts and just the td tag lmaoo. maybe later I will actually sit down and watch the whole thing, but that time is not now.)

moving onto my thoughts of s2...

AHHHHHHHH idk how else to explain it but I absolutely LOVED the episode, and honestly I have a feeling I'll love this season, simply bc everyone is so great!!

heck even ripper and chase were tolerable, like, there weren't any fart jokes or anything, it was great!

MKULIA SWEEP???? HELL FREAKING YEAH idc if it's a friendship/alliance, I'm living in my world where they're toxic yuri

Caleb getting some much-needed character development??? I'm SO here for it, and the stuff mentioned during the episode def fits the kinda vibe I have going for him, so that's even better!! (potential caleb & emma friendship??? they can bond over kittens and of caleb being emotionally mature)

also his reactions to the team choosing was gold, I can't wait to see what A-Game he's gonna bring. I'm hoping he doesn't become a version of justin--I just want him to want to be a useful teammate and person for his team/friends/competitors and want to win as well. no overly crazy 'tda justin' villanry pls?? (I mean, I won't be averse to it if it does end up happening, but it'd be cool if things changed up this time around)

CHEMMA BROKE UP THANK FRICKING GOD, our prayers have been answered!! please please PLEASE have them stay broken up

raj & wayne on the same team again!! I was not expecting that tbh, but I'm curious to see where this goes

rajbow is so adorable, like bowie not even letting chris finish before he immediately picks raj first for his team is so 🥹

ngl chase is still a dumbass but now that chemma is out of the way, I mean it affectionately, I can't bring myself to hate any of the characters and that trend isn't going to stop here. that moment when he ran at granny hatchet and bowie was like "I don't believe it, I think he's gonna make it" like that scene was insane

damien is amazing as always, no words need to be said. manifesting a final two involving him

NICHELLE. FUCKING NICHELLE. GOD I CANNOT ARTICULATE HOW MUCH I ADORE HER HERE!! saving the best for last goddammit, I love her so so so so much, omfg the way she slayed the challenge, pls I'm so hyped for her character development this season, I can't wait for the other contestants to eat their words abt her

axel trying to 'be nice' ("i'm a work in progress" yes you are but you're doing amazing) but acting like an ass to ripper is something I live for. "I'm not following you, we're running in the same direction!" LMAOOOO

the fact that priya doesn't hold any resentment toward her parents still irks me, but I still love her character and I'm excited to see what's in store for her

GRANNY HATCHET SLAYED, 'NUFF SAID

I'm still hoping for some axelle content, but I'm more than happy with the mkulia servings we got

I'm lowkey interested in scary girl's change of character. I feel like this wont be the last we see of her--will she be like an amy and swim back to the island to enact revenge? or will she be like ezekiel and live on the island in secret? or will she be a secret third thing? I sure as heck don't know but I can't wait to find out!! her parting words def seem ominous enough to imply something

speaking of, scary girl's change of character and when she talked abt how she became "normal" everyone's reactions were sending me lmaooo

bowie going "you're never right" to chase but is the one to choose chase on his team, like yes dude frrr that frenemy whiplash was wack lmaoo I love it

same with bowie choosing julia, like yes we love to see two manipulative competitive strategists banding together

on a different note, I wonder what will come of bowie and emma's friendship from s1 and how that broke apart. maybe they could rekindle it in s2? hmmm

zee and their suitcase of sodas 😭

"she's an animal" OKAY MK TONE IT DOWN (pls don't, actually pls continue doing it) YOU'RE NOT HELPING MY MKULIA CASE HERE

millie being priya's first pick >>>

"what strategy? you just stop and run, it's not rocket surgery" 😭 I used to dislike ripper, but if he continues on like this, that opinion will def change. it's only been the first episode and I already don't dislike him anymore so-

MORE MKULIA P L E A S E IM HOPING

chris is still 'tdi chris' aka the b e s t chris imo, and I'm here for it!! also chef and chris's dynamic is still spot-on

in conclusion, im so very excited for what this season will bring!! in case you didn't realize, I LOVED the first episode!

#noahtally-famous #total drama #kit stuff #total drama 2023 #td 2023 spoilers #td spoilers

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kllrorca · 5 months ago

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TLDR;

- Hai!!!! I'm Orca also now known as Mylo (bc the name is pretty and i wanna feel pretty :3) I'm an alter who's LITERALLY our host but I also have some fictionkins I'll need to regulate later on umm!!!!

- I age with the body and rn, we are 17 :3 I DON'T HAVE A DNI (beside the basic one!!) I'm just existing ^_^ I USE THEY/THEM!!!!!!!!

- I CAN'T FOLLOW BACK!! This is a side blog and even tho host doesn't use tumblr to post, ik he wouldn't want any proshippers in his following so I'm gna respect that :3 (feel free to follow me anywhere else that DOESN'T connect this type of stuff)

- I AM A PROSHIPPER AND PROFIC(??! I need to search more about it but it seems fun :3)

Tsdr [Too short didn't read];

ITS ME!!! - KllrOrca :3

— Mylo/Orca ; Minor ; They/Them ; Headmate

- SIDE BLOG. Other socials will be put later!

- I'm usually fronting, if I'm not fronting u have the permission to ask about me!! The host might not respond but sooner or later I will instead :3

- I am a proshipper & Profic, I'm still getting used to being public about it so I'll put emojis down at some point!!!

- We are bodily Black & Puerto Rican :3 I WILL make jokes eluding to racism and slavery with friends, its something I picked up and will NOT let go!!! If that makes u uncomfortable just tell me ^_^

— Activity Varies depending on how much people perceive me ^_^ If you dont perceive me I won't be on for long, since I'll be bored!

- I USE MY HOSTS ARTSTYLE THAT SEEMS EASY TO USE!! I don't want to hurt my hands OR make others think my host is a proshipper when he's not 😞 I wanna get in drama for ME not him srry

- Everyone has full permission to draw my sona and use my sona in anything EVEN hate drawings :3 I love everything!!!! Give it to meee ^q^

— I'M NOT EXACTLY AGENDER BUT I DON'T EXACTLY HAVE A GENDER EITHER!! I guess I AM agender but on a more feminine + masculine side without the neutral ??? I don't really care :3

- My sexuality is... idk!! I haven't thought about it

- I AM APART OF THE LGBT THOUFH!! I KNOW THAT :3 Idk if I'm pan, i don't think so and besides; I wanna be myself !!!

- ANY AGE CAN INTERACT WITH ME BUT DON'T BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING I AGE RESTRICTED!!

— HAI thw main blog to get to any OTHER blog IS strictly [ANTI PROSHIPPERS] + variations, so I can't send it here :3 incase any anti proshippers want it to date back to my host (who rlly just wants me to stop bothering him about everything) then dm me and I'll send it!!! idm ^w^

- I'll make a carrd/rentry/strawpage at some point :3 maybe :3 idk .. maybe I shouldn't but also Should once I have all my socials ready

MY BOUNDARIES [IK, SHOCKING!!]

— I don't have a dni (beside the basic one!!) :3 You can interact with me idc! Even if its for arguing! One thing I ask though is that u DON'T attempt to dox me, bc at the end of the day I can just stop fronting snd you'll be doxxing an innocent person instead who got so tired of hearing me yap and yap!!

- I won't be doing the time, my host will :3 and it'll only traumatize us more!!! Don't be stupid :D

- ACTUALLY don't harass ANYBODY!!!! u can Harass ME but don't harass anyone else PLEASE!!!! I won't like talking to u otherwise sorry

— JUST BECAUSE I'M AN ALTER DOES NOT MEAN I WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY SYSTEM! Talk to me for me pls :3

- I DON'T CARE ABOUT SYSCOURSE UR ALL PEOPLE AT THE END OF THE DAY and I want people to talk to me ^_^ Talk to me Rachel...!! /ref

- IF YOU feel uncomfortable talking to me since im an alter (confusing but wtvr) DON'T FEEL FORCED TO INTERACT if I interact first :3

- Ai generators can kiss my ass also btw I don't like Ai but i can like the person typing the prompt in the computer if ur cool !!!!

MYYYY Final notes :3

— ANY ANON EMOJIS ARE WELCOMED TO ASK FOR A SPOT HERE OR A SPECIAL TAG :3 U can dm me and ask me abt things idm!! I have the mindset of NOT SENDING HARASSMENT OR hating on people who haven't done anything :3

- u can request me art from me :3 but know thay sending nsfw to minors IS illegal so I can't do nsfw!! sexual nsfw!

#KLLRORCA

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wish-i-were-heather · 6 months ago

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what's your favorite conan gray song?

soo this is my 100 follower event? wow okay 100 is a big number (well actually 180 now wtf stop following me im not that funny). im lowkey shocked because its been 15 days... i accidentally deleted my blog and then remade this new one 15 days ago. thats like barely 2 weeks? so, uh, thats a lot very fast. i love every single one of you thank you so much for caring about the stupid things i have to say and my silly little fics <33 ~ [INTRO POST HERE]

followers...

LOOKALIKE~ i'll assign you a fictional character that you/your blog reminds me of and explain why!!

"i know in your head you see me instead, cause he looks a lot like i did back then. baby don't lie, it's just a lookalike"

LONELY DANCERS~ i'll give you a song based on the aesthetic of you/your blog!!

"we're lonely dancers, join me for the night. we're lonely dancers baby, dance with me so we don't cry"

GENERATION WHY~ ask me any question and i'll answer truthfully!! (within reason ofc, i'm not giving out my address)

"we get into trouble and loose our minds, something that i've heard a million times in my life, generation why"

MOVIES~ i'll ship you with a fictional character and make a moodboard for you two (pls give gender/any other preferences)

"in my head we're dancing in the dark, in my head we kiss under the stars. but we know that's not what we're doing, cause baby this ain't like the movies"

BOYS AND GIRLS~ i'll make an edit of pretty much anyone/anything (fictional or not, but this is a very vague so pls pls pls give details)

"i want you, i want you, i want you to need me. i need you, i need you, i need you to love me. i want you, i want you, like everyone else here tonight"

PEOPLE WATCHING~ i'll write a short oneshot (under 1k words) about any character x reader or ship

"i wanna feel all that love and emotion, be that attached to the person i'm holding. someday i'll be falling without caution, but for now i'm only people watching"

HEATHER~ i'll give you an outfit specifically with a sweater i think you'd wear, hence the song

"you gave her your sweater, it's just polyester but you like her better, i wish i were heather"

moots only...

BEST FRIEND~ where we'd go/what we'd do if we hung out together + moodboard

"that's my fucking lifeline, thats my ride or die like, thats my fucking hate you but you know that that's a damn lie. baby you're my best friend, best friend"

(CAN WE BE FRIENDS?)~ i'll tell you my first impression of you (none are negative i promise)

"could you be my best friend? let's hang out every weekend. go driving every night, stare at people that we like"

rules/extra

1~ please give any specific details you want for any (like trope of the fic or song for the edit, etc) 2~ i'm not very organized so idk how many i'll do per day 😭 but you send however many you want just one per day per person pls 3~ i don't have a date for how long it's just until i say it's done because im indecisive...

tagging <3

@maybxlle

@lauffey

@myhyperfixationisbooks

@never-enough-novels

@apollosmusee

@xoxonxo

@sweetnnaivete

@whatsamongus

@pinkwinesupernovas

@letmeliveinelfhame

@two-braincells-in-total

@tornqdowarnings

@littlemissmentallyunstable

@nqds

@ramblings-of-lola

@lxvebelle

@alwaysthefangirl

@just-tough-love

@riordanness

@reyreadersblog

im tagging some of my moots but any of you can request the moots only stuff even if ur not tagged- and if ur not tagged then omg i wanna get to know u more!! <3

THANKS AGAIN EVERYONE I LOVE U AHH

#euni's 100 event!! ˗ˏˋ✪ ´ˎ˗

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forcemeanakin · 1 year ago

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@enviedearThank you so much for indulging me in this particular fantasy!!! I loved reading your takes and if you let me, I'll be fangirling over them and adding my own takes as well!

Thoughts:

-I love that he doesn't have social media, that's so accurate. Anakin doesn't have time for that shallow shit I also think he would create an insta only to follow you back and see the pictures you have posted ... also he would only repost the insta stories you tagged him in, that's as far as his content goes

-HE WOULD TOTALLY HAVE A PART TIME JOB AT A LOCAL CAR SHOP OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT AHHHHH

-he is a mechanical engineer major. its canon, its obvious, its right, its non debatable.

-MMPH- He totally drives stick !!!!! Pls let's take a moment to picture him making the gear shifts !!!!!!!!!! Looking through the rear view mirror !!!!!!! reverse parking !!!!!!!!!! I'm pregnant just thinking about it

-"an automatic is basically a go-kart. a fucking toy"

-'baby please come with me to get food. I'll buy you a treat.' PREGNANT

-"he needs to study in the library? he's asking you to come." I love this head canon even more when I picture that you don't actually have anything to work on or study for, but you just go to please him and that makes him EVEN HAPPIER. rubbing your calves as he studies, while you scroll through instagram, maybe read a book. sometimes you try to understand what the fuck he is doing and he tries to explain but loses you halfway into the explanation. so he just kisses you and let's you go back to reading.

-I live for Anakin playing the sims. I NEED TO SEE THAT

-how cute would it be that when it's his turn to play he tries to recreate you to? he'd try to make the characters fuck asap

-"if i get an a on this next test will you let me bend you over the desk?" WEAK. IM WEAK. SO REAL. may I please ask for a pic around this headcanon? *begging on her knees*

-star student for sure, but I also think he doesn't study at all??? idk in my personal head canon he is the type of student who does great naturally and doesn't need to study.

-"shut up, there was homework?" and proceeds to do the fucking homework in like 5 min when it took everybody else like 2 hours to complete the damn thing

-I LOVE A MAN THAN UNDERSTANDS NUMBERS. anakin i love you

-ofc he would point out every single detail that he thinks it's off. and he would explain how he would have done it better. just factsssss

Also just a couple of things I'd love to add, from my personal head canon:

-college!Anakin wears a shit ton of flannels. also a backwards hat is glued to his head no shit

-he will always pick you up from your night classes :))) you can hear his truck turning around the corner and you heart starts to pound so fast

-you two live in different buildings, but anakin would basically live in your dorm. coming to your room after his classes, leaving his calculator on your night stand (idk, I don't understand stem majors), having spare clothes on your closet that he barely uses wink wink

-he would try and stay in his own apartment once in a while, but one night he caves and drives to your dorm like a needy puppy, "sorry baby, couldn't sleep without you between my arms"

-did I already mention the truck? HE HAS A TRUCK AND ITS BUSTED AND IT NEEDS SEVERE WORK BUT ITS HIS AND ITS BLACK AND HOT AS FUCK

-and honestly, college!Anakin flirting would be fire with a few drinks in. so smooth and shit.

-fratboy!Anakin would brag about you in every party *cries*

ALSOOOO: also what if i said engineering major!anakin fic in the works...

what if I said I'm screaming with excitement at the possibility of more engineering!Anakin

I hope you do it honey! Pls tag me when you do post it! <3

i kinda wanna write one too, you just ignited something in me babe

thank youuuuu!

Hiii !! How are you? Pleasure to meet you!

I saw your engineering major!Anakin post and when I tell you I immediately twirled around on my bed and started kicking my feet like a fucking teenage girl… I’m not joking.

This is a headcanon that has been following me ever since I entered the beautiful world of Anakin Skywalker. Seriously. I even have a one shot about lmaoooo

Could you please elaborate on that? I would love to hear your takes, discuss them and just thirst over him together! Because god lord, I’m so grateful to found someone who was the same interest on engineer Anakin. Also bonus points for college student Anakin because that’s just hot as fuck

Thank youuuu

Mina

i literally am obsessed over this concept thank you so much for indulging me! i centered it over him in college mostly because— i just... it does things to me.

also what if i said engineering major!anakin fic in the works...

a few nsfw themes in here so minors dni i will block you <3

he strikes me as the type of guy you'd see once on campus and then immediately try to find him on the university's social media accounts.

he wouldn't be fucking anywhere until you find the engineering college's Instagram account

it hasn't had a single post in two years but it's okay because you find one of him !!!

and the only picture of his face is so grainy, but he's in it and he looks so fucking hot at his computer and that's enough

also he's totally unapproachable

not that he's a dick or anything, he's just cussing out all his professors in his head and worried about his last materials exam

i think in his (very limited) spare time he'd be into either metalworking or cars... probably both

like i think he could fix almost any car-related issue without having to go to a shop

axel on his car goes out? yeah he's ordering the part and putting it on his damn self

his motor blows up? he's spending his summer rebuilding it while taking sixteen hours of summer classes

and if he does have to go to a shop, it's strictly because he doesn't have time and he most certainly will pop the hood and check their work

also i believe he'd like stick shift

literally won't buy a car unless it's manual

"what the fuck is the point of an automatic"

he totally also learns how to tune in his free time and everytime you hear a car speed by you on campus you just know it's his work

now, if you're lucky enough to catch his eye i truly believe he'd be so fucking consumed by you

he'd ask you to go everywhere with him; he needs to study in the library? he's asking you to come. he has to give a dissertation? he's begging you to come watch him. it's 3am and he just finished his statics project? he's calling you like, 'baby please come with me to get food. I'll buy you a treat.'

also the biggest and most clingy bf ever in the history of the world

will stop doing his work to come watch you play the sims and just hold you (also tells you how to build a proper house despite you bing like,, "ani... the fun part is making them get into trouble not making sure their roof is durable.")

also likes to be incentivized with you

"if i get an a on this next test will you let me bend you over the desk?"

or, "i'll study better if you let me taste you, please baby?"

star-student, no question.

and he's so fucking smart it's a bit annoying because he'll bitch and moan about how bad he's doing while getting on the dean's list every year

the way he explains what he's working on is hot as fuck

numbers make sense to his mind in ways you will never understand, but good lord is it nice to watch his smart little mouth move

type of man to take you on a date into the city and point out the shitty infrastructure

"for as much rain as we get you'd think these fucking idiots would have put more drains."

"that bridge is due to fall in less than ten years, what the fuck were they thinking."

he's just the smartest boy, and you make sure to tell him any chance you get not that he agrees but he'll always say, "thank you pretty girl"

#dripping in unholy ways #THIS IS EXACTLY THE SHIT I WANT TO READ #engineer major! anakin #anakin x reader #modern! anakin #anakin skywalker one shot #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker #anakin star wars #anakin smut #mina reacts #anakin skywalker fic #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker x reader #darth vader x you #darth vader imagine #anakin skywalker x you

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ihavemanyhusbands · 2 years ago

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I Need You Pt. 2 (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 can be found here

Aaron finally comes to his senses about your relationship.

Special tag for @hotchsdoormat

WC: 2.5k words

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Swearing, angst (light stuff tho), some alcohol consumption, idk what else but lmk if I need to add anything!

A/N: Screaming and crying and yearning and throwing up pls enjoy

The next month and a half passed by quietly.

Aaron had been gone before you woke up, just like he said he would. In a state of half-consciousness, you registered his heat leaving your side. You’d stayed in bed all day after that, watching the last trickles of the storm trailing down your window.

He took the rain with him when he left. Now the world was just bleak and gray, but at least it was dry. It was cold too, and even layering sweaters barely helped.

The withdrawals that came with his absence felt different too, much more intense. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the night ended so ambiguously. You couldn’t help but feel like something had changed – something important enough that it couldn’t really be ignored. Could it have been his way of actually saying goodbye?

Once that thought entered your mind, it was impossible to get it out.

Other times, missing him was a hollow sort of ache that you could feel somewhere in your chest. It waned as the days progressed, until you were distracted enough with your daily routine. It was easier to forget, then. Not entirely, but at least to a bearable degree.

Back then, you blindly believed he would always come back. Now you weren’t so sure. No guarantee of anything, he’d said.

But one thing that didn’t change was you not even trying to contact him. Usually, you’d let him contact you first, not wanting to interfere with his work. Even when you were at your most desperate, you would not allow yourself to even text him.

You figured maybe he needed some space, anyway. The best thing to do was try to find a way to keep your mind fully occupied and away from him.

Every day, you ran the same course you always took through your neighborhood. You avoided passing by his house, not even wanting to see if his car was there. You also avoided the spot you’d met him at, just in case. Luckily, and also much to your dismay, you never ran into him.

You assumed that meant he was away on a case once more.

And so you dove into your work, often doing overtime. You tried to see your friends more often as well, and you’d let one or two strangers buy you a drink at a bar, but nothing more. The idea of meaningless sex didn’t appeal to you, even if it was a form of escape.

Though most nights, your tremulous, fragile heart would betray you, and you’d lie awake yearning. You’d try to recall the deep, smooth timbre of his voice; The way butterflies would burst in your stomach whenever you made him laugh. The safety of his embrace and the fervor of his kisses…

You wondered if Aaron was ever in the same position, thinking of you. It was doubtful, given his focus had to be elsewhere, on much more important things.

Then one night, you went to a small, local pub with two of your friends, and the sight you met there made you momentarily freeze like a deer in headlights.

Aaron was sitting at one of the round tables with a group of people. You didn’t know any of them, but you assumed they might be colleagues of his. His dark eyes found you mere seconds after, widening a little.

Despite your panic, you couldn’t very well leave after having just gotten there. It would be entirely too suspicious, and your nosey friends would likely cause a minor scene trying to get an answer out of you.

Plus, you had every right to be there too; It was a public space, after all.

You forced your face to remain a cool mask of indifference, your eyes skating away quickly to avoid giving away that the two of you knew each other. Intimately.

“First round’s on me!” Your friend Julia announced, leading your small group to the bar.

You could still feel his gaze on you as you slipped onto a barstool, the hairs on the back of your neck standing in awareness. Your skirt rode up a little, revealing more of your thigh, which he did not fail to notice.

But you did not look back at him, trying to pretend that nothing was amiss.

Of course, Julia ordered shots of vodka. The three of you clinked glasses before downing them, and you grimaced a little as it burned its way down your throat. The first drink of the night was always the roughest, but you knew you’d soon feel its languid fire spread through you.

The night would be much easier to bear not being fully sober, you figured.

“We should get you laid tonight,” Phoebe, your other friend, said while playfully elbowing you on the side. “Been a while hasn’t it?”

No, not really.

“I guess…” You offered tentatively. “But I’m fine, really. The chastity belt suits me.”

“Hmm, well, I don’t know. You might wanna reconsider. There’s a couple really cute guys here,” Julia said, leaning against the bar. “There’s one that keeps looking over here. And hot damn, that is one fine man.”

You glanced in the direction Julia was looking, and sure enough, you saw Aaron turning away right when your eyes landed on him.

He looked sharp, as usual, never entirely relaxed even in a place like this. He still wore his tie and slacks, but he’d shed his jacket, draping it on the back of his chair. His hair was perfectly gelled, and you had the sudden urge to run your fingers through it and completely mess it up.

“That he is,” you agreed, exhaling slowly. “So, I don’t suppose either of you wanna play darts with me?”

Both of them shook their heads, apologetic grins on their faces.

“Sorry babe,” Julia said sheepishly. “We’ll wait for you right here, though.”

You hopped off the stool and made your way over to the dart boards. You weren’t bad at the game, but you weren’t great, either. Still, you liked it because it was fun, and it was a great distraction.

As you threw the first couple of darts, you swayed a little to the music — West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys was playing. It was one of your favorites.

“Mind if I join you?” A deep, familiar voice said behind you, sending shivers down your spine.

You looked over your shoulder if only to confirm it was him. Your eyes met Aaron’s dark ones, and even if your heart started racing, both of you pretended not to be anything more than strangers.

“Fair warning, though. I can be pretty competitive,” he added, the ghost of a smile on his handsome face.

It was uncharacteristic of him to take such risks. Especially since his team was nearby, but having you so close rendered him helpless. Even you weren’t sure if this was a good idea — considering you were also hurt over how everything went down — but for the time being, you let it slide.

“Maybe,” you smirked just a little. “But you seem like the type that would still let me win.”

From the bar, you could hear a loud wolf-whistle, followed by giggling. You looked over to see your friends smiling knowingly in your direction. Phoebe wagged her eyebrows comically as Julia shot you a thumbs up.

You rolled your eyes playfully, blushing fiercely. Aaron found that an incredibly endearing sight, and his fingers twitched as he fought the need to reach out to you.

“Are you, um, sure this is okay?” You whispered.

He nodded with a small shrug. “Seeing such a pretty girl as yourself, well, I couldn’t let the opportunity pass. I’m sure that anyone could understand that.”

You huffed a little in amusement. “Just chatting me up is all?”

“I think I’m pretty lucky to just be talking to you.”

You looked back up at him then, and there was something dangerously close to affection in your gaze. There was yearning there too, clear as day.

He felt a pang of guilt. Was this even fair of him? Maybe he was a selfish man, subjecting you to such a confusing push and pull, but he was weak. He’d not lied once when he said he needed you, no matter how long the two of you spent apart.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind since the last time you saw each other. He wondered what you would get up to while he was away, hoping that you were doing well. It was incredibly hard not to reach out to you, to call just to hear your voice.

But he found some solace in the fact that he was doing his part — however small it may seem — to make the world a safer place, especially for you.

“Think you and your friends are gonna need a ride home later?” He asked, lining up his shot before throwing his first dart. “It’d be safer than a cab.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure that’s a good idea…” you said, gazing intently at the look of concentration on his face.

Brows drawing together, eyes narrowing, tongue darting out to absently lick his lips. God, it was unfair how fucking hot he was.

“Why’s that?” He asked.

“Well, I guess for starters… I’m not letting you off the hook that easily this time,” you crossed your arms over your chest, but still trying to keep your posture casual for any onlookers. “And maybe you were right about me. Maybe I do want something more.”

You hadn’t known until that moment that you would finally be putting your foot down, but you were glad that you did.It was either everything or nothing, for the in between was too gruesome to live through.

Truthfully, that'd been on his mind a lot, too. How much he wanted to just cave in and officially make you his. Not being with you made less and less sense to him with each passing day.

Maybe it was the reason he’d stood up from his seat at the table that night, like it was fate.

He stepped to the side to let you throw, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“Well, that is a conversation that I want to re-open… if you’re still willing to have it,” he said, letting his eyes rake over you longingly. “And an apology on my part is due. Don’t think I don’t know that.”

You hummed in thought, not ready to relent yet. “Is it the begging kind of apology?”

“I can beg,” he said quickly. “On my knees and everything.”

“Cheeky,” you shook your head, unable to stop the smile that crept to your lips. “I’ll consider it if you buy me a drink.”

“Coming right up,” he said, also smiling. “Is this a bad time to say that you look ravishing when you’re angry at me?”

You glared at him half-heartedly, and he chuckled, making his way to the bar.

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Of course you caved. You always knew you would, but not too easily. And of course, not yet all the way.

When you finally made it back home – your friends also in the safety of their respective apartments – you didn’t let Aaron get past the foyer. He raised an eyebrow in question, and you crossed your arms over your chest, silently waiting. He took a step forward, almost as if to test you, but you did not waver.

You glanced down at the floor to clue him, tilting your head to the side in a silent dare to challenge you. Realization crossed his face and slowly, he sank down to his knees. What a marvelous sight he was, his face tilted up towards you, dark brown eyes glittering in the low light. There was hunger in his gaze, yes, as well as devotion. But there was also fear swimming in its depths, the kind you only find if you’re really looking.

You found it, too, in his pursed lips. He understood how precarious the situation was, and he’d probably not have another shot if things didn’t go well. He had to choose his words carefully.

“Something you wanna say?” You prompted, unrelenting.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. For a moment, you wanted to reach out and caress his face, to soothe him, but you promised yourself not to touch him until he begged.

“I want to say I’m sorry… but sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he started. “I was an absolute fool. I took you for granted, I let my fear and my pride get in the way, and toyed with you in the process. I did not appreciate you nearly as much as I should have… But my ultimate sin was letting you believe I did not care about you other than on a carnal level.”

He shut his eyes for a moment, regret all over his features. You balled your hands into tight fists to keep them from shaking, barely able to breathe.

“Every morning the sun sears the image of you in my mind, and every night your voice plagues my dreams. It feels as though I am losing my mind,” he chuckled a little, shaking his head in disbelief. “And that’s why I’m fucking terrified. What the hell am I supposed to do if something were to happen to you? How the hell am I supposed to go on?”

You inched closer, the need to touch him almost overbearing. Your heart brimmed with an influx of emotions you could barely describe, coursing through you with every rapid beat.

“I’ve admitted that I am a fool, but I am a lovesick fool. So please, if you could find it in you to forgive me, I promise to make it all up to you. Today, tomorrow and everyday.”

“No more secrets? No more games?” You asked, voice low and hopeful.

He nodded eagerly. You extended your hand out to him, and he took it, kissing your knuckles reverently.

“I’m scared, too,” you admitted, not letting go of his hand. “But we cannot control everything, darling mine. To love is to risk heartbreak, you know, but it is a risk I’m more than willing to take if it means I get to be by your side. That’s a choice no one can take from me.”

“So that means you love me?”

“Yes, and that is why I do forgive you,” you said, bending down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Though I do think the begging really helped. I kinda like seeing you on your knees.”

Both of you chuckled, and you finally let him stand. He dove forward to kiss you feverishly, one hand holding the back of your head while the other snaked around your middle, pressing you flush against him.

“I love you, too,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back only to rest his forehead against yours. “And I’m going to spend my days making sure you never forget it.”

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner angst #hotch #minors dni

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years ago

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eddie x pregnant!reader "eds, im late..." "wdym babe its 8am your not late" "eds..."

Bestie I’m going to be honest incredible embarrassing of me to have taken this long to get to your request I’m so sorry about that but uhm…here it is? Sorry for the wait hon litterally just dropped all motivation when I got a cat because I love him sm???? But also now he’s my little editor😭he’s reading as I type(more like being nosey😞)Anywho enough rambling!!! Tysm for requesting I love the idea sm!!!!(…also maybe did add single mom reader in there because let me tell you…it’s my fav troupe😭)

You and Eddie got together not long after your daughter Eden was born, she was almost eight months old when you first met and a few months later you’d found yourself in quite the predicament, you and Eddie had been practically together at this point with him living in your house and helping you care for Eden.

Tonight however, Eddie has been out forever obviously, with the sudden change everything goes haywire. Eden refused to go to sleep without Eddie there and you’ve only now noticed your period is almost three months late…

Finally when you think all hope is lost Eddie comes home hands stuffed in his pockets, he’s smiling and giggling like and idiot.

“Where have you been?” your brows are furrowed.

“Baby, “he snickers, “I was out getting you a gift!” He pulls his hands from his pocket and follows is a small dainty necklace.

“Oh Eddie it’s beautiful” you use the opportunity of taking the necklace to hand over a cranky Eden and like clock work he settles her almost in an instant and she’s asleep before you know it he’s tucking her into bed before going to shower.

When he comes to bed, you’re nervous so nervous in fact you fall asleep.

In the morning when his alarm goes off on a Saturday, he groggily turns to turn it off and you decide maybe it’s now or never or who knows what you were thinking honestly because the next thing you say is , “Ed’s I’m late…”

“Babe it’s 8am…and Saturday where do you need to go?”

“No Eddie…”

His eyes widen, “have you taken a test?” He’s seemingly wide awake.

“Not yet I haven’t had time” and with nothing else being said at 8am in his flannel pants and band t-shirt, he’s running to the local corner store for a few pregnancy tests.

They’d come back positive and looking back now, as you hold your baby girl in your arms Eden sat between you and Eddie as she sees her new baby sister for the first time, you don’t think you’d change any of it for the world.

Anywho! Let me know if you guys want to see anything else because I want inspo or something idk😭

Tags~ @ruinedbythehobbit @lacunaanonymoused

(Guys my fault I have no idea who’s on my taglist for just all dad Eddie content and any dad Eddie so if you aren’t tagged or are tagged randomly pls let me know or if I need to add you to the tag list just pls let me know so I can settle this!)

#anons #requests #reader insert #x reader #mom!reader #eddie muson #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie munson x single mom!reader #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #single mom!reader

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karumashadowchicken · 3 years ago

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Soft Yandere diavolo is probably the “easier” yandere but his softness and delusional thinking def gets overwhelming. You’ll feel like theres a delusional golden retriever stuck to your hip 24/7.

Hes so soft for MC that hes delusional. Even if MC outright rejects, insults, and reprimand him he’ll ignore it and twist your words to for it to make sense only in his head.

He’ll make excuses for your actions because its never your fault, your just so tired because of the classes, you just need some tea time and a little nap.

Don’t wanna move in and share a bed with him? No worries! He lets Barbs know to change the mattress and decors. Its the mattress’ fault you feel uncomfortable after all!

You’ve ran away from the castle? Oppsise you can’t do that but a good game of tag-you’re-it should tire you out! We can play all those cute human games! We are bonding! We’ll play hide and seek too! 😊

You punched him? Yeah good luck trying to move a 6ft jacked solid demon that’s ok! He didn’t feel it anyways and your’re so full of surprises! Look at chu play fighting with him! How cute! 🥰

Don’t want to have dinner with him? That’s alright, he lets Barbs know the food isn’t to your liking. It’s not your fault the food isn’t cooked right. Pls eat something or else the whole kitchen staff will be in danger.

You could do just about anything and hes gonna be ok with it. Unless you did something to upset Barbs, thats a diff story.

Yeah, that pretty much sums up yandere Diavolo, He's just a soft yandere by heart! You're very right that Diavolo wouldn't blame you for anything, but I would warn, that just because Diavolo isn't punishing you, doesn't mean your getting of scotch free. You'll still be punished by Barbatos if you did something bad enough, like try to seriously harm Diavolo, or escape in an almost successful way-

100% agree with you,

Though I feel like Barbatos would be something to worry about, If Diavolo isn't manipulating you, he will.

Barbatos has warned you, if you ask the brothers for help, you will be putting them in danger, along with any others you may ask for help.

I feel like I should write for Barbatos...

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Thank you for suggesting, it makes me really happy to write, and respond to things! It means a lot to me, Idk why but it makes me happy.

#yandere diavolo #lord diavolo #yandere #soft yandere #yandere barbatos #yandere obey me #lord diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader

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boy does Creepy 50 year old Tio Bruno makes my pussy THROB. Especially if he knows that what he's feeling/doing is wrong and feels disgusted with himself for even having such thoughts.

SO HEAR ME OUT, what if after he's come back, the niece he's been stalking all those years is finally part of his world and despite his attraction and needs he tries SO hard to be a good uncle and act appropriately, the fact that you do innocently appreciate his company and show him a lot of affection while being completely unaware of his putrid thoughts doesn't help either. Until you two somehow end up in a compromising/suggestive position and he can't help but take advantage of the situation (did you get accidentally thrown into his lap, confined in a cramped place together, stuck inside something your ass on display, is he helping you undress out of a particularly confining dress, did you somehow end up tangled up together after a fall , did the rats fucking eat your clothes idk god i could go on for days)

Things start innocently and you're completely oblivious to everything until my man can't take it anymore , and you're completely helpless against the older man's stronger grip on your withering body. There's so much potential.. chikan/cnc/grinding/groping/face sitting/dirtytalk/ accidental stimulation/thigh riding 🤧❤️👌!

Sorry for the super long ask but I feel like you're one of the few who could get me lol

ANONNNN omg don't apologise cuz I read your ask like 5 times LMAOOO,, i really do get you man <333 creep bruno makes my brain leak out of my ears honestly. i want him to be like,, a messed up father figure and fuck me at the same time yknow.

this post got kindaaaa way too long. i’m going to keep this out of the main tags, so very few people will end up seeing this i think cuz of how explicit it is :’),, if u enjoy it pls lemme know and feel free to reblog!

cw: incest (uncle/niece), noncon, agegap

it's such a challenge to keep his hands to himself when you're so close, all of a sudden. not even in a disgusting way immediately, no, no- just tapping your shoulder to get your attention, patting your head, or holding a loose grip around your wrist when he wants to show you something. every little touch sends sparks through him. he tries to keep his distance, but he just can't.

bruno used to think interacting with other people again would make his feelings fade. all that's happened is that he realised how perfect you are compared to everyone else. no one can make his heart stir like his cute niece does. (oh, and he does try. even if he's awkward and disshelved, it's not hard for a madrigal to get a date. the whole time he kept imagining it was with you, though. the only way he could seem interested in them if he was thinking of you instead.)

if anything, interacting with you on a personal basis has made it all worse. you're so sweet to him when you reunite, proclaiming how much you missed him all these years and hugging him without warning. it's a good thing he's only fully hard after you let him go, but he's still making an excuse to slip off and get himself under control in the bathroom soon after. thinking about the situation too hard makes him want to sob.

even after, you're the one who tries to help him ease back into society the most. you introduce him to people you know, take him with you on shopping trips and indulge him by letting him share the stories he's written over the years. maybe you just pity him. maybe you see a lonely, weird old man as your tío. but if that's the case... you'd be right. but you're still spending time with him, aren't you? so he can let it go.

one day, the subject shifts to his stay in the walls. you want to see where he stayed for so long. bruno can't come up with an excuse, but his entire room in there is covered with notes about you, so he can't take you there! instead, he takes you a much different route than he usually does. there’s a wrong turn somewhere. but he does recognise where has ended up. he should’ve turned back, he knows he won’t be able to stop.

You cough as you inhale the dusty air. It’s near impossible to believe he spent so many years here, all on his own. You’re sure you would’ve lost it within a couple of weeks. While you’re shuffling your way through the passage, your tío a little bit behind you, the walls start growing narrower and narrower around you.

“Um...” You say, slowing your step. “Are you sure this is the right way...? It looks like a dead end.”

“Yes- Yes, it’s fine. Don’t worry.” The responses comes out breathier than you’d expect. “Just keep going. We’ll be there soon.”

But the wood only keeps closing further and further around you, so narrow you eventually can’t move forward anymore. When you take a step back, you bump right into your tío. “Oh! Sorry. But this really won’t work. We need to go back.” There’s no sound of footsteps though, and he remains quiet. You’re... Getting nervous. You try to crane your neck over your shoulder to see his expression, but you can’t make it out. Without there really being room for it, you shuffle back. Your back ends up pressed against his chest. His breathing is so loud.

“T-tío Bruno? What’s wrong? You’re being weird.” Is this some kind of prank? Are you going to end up with Camilo teasing you for falling for one of his transformations again? Somehow, you doubt it. A buried part of you is screaming at you to get out of there, your legs tingling with a desire to run. But there’s nowhere to go. Why are you scared? He’s- He’s your family. Awkward, funny tío Bruno. He wouldn’t harm a fly. Your laugh is strained. “...Let’s just go back. Please?”

His arm wraps around your waist, and pulls you flush against him, making you jump a little. “I- I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me.” The hand pressed on your stomach is shaking, stroking the skin. He moves his hips against your ass in a rolling motion. The choked noise he lets out shatters all of the excuses your mind had made up for him. His face disappears into your hair, and you can feel him inhale. “You... You smell so good, and you’re, uh, so s-soft and warm...” You’re not sure if you can hear a smile in his voice or not.

Your heart is racing in your ears, eyes wide as you stare into nothing. Never in your life would you have expected this. The world swirls around you. But even if you can’t believe it, you have to get out of there. You twist and turn, your shoulder banging into the inside of the wall. The pain barely registers. You actually manage to wriggle loose from his grip and stumble forward, but now you’re really stuck. Pinned between the wood on two sides, Bruno right behind you. He immediately clamps a hand over your mouth.

“Y-you- You, uh, already know. You’ll- You’ll really hate me, and I get that, I’m disgusting- So let me do this one time. That’s enough. Once, and I’ll stay away after that. I n-need to... It’s been...” His words are desperate and hurried, spoken in a single breath. They bump into one another. Bruno pulls you close again, and his hips stutter against yours. He whimpers. “Oh. I’m so, so sorry.” He’s sniffling, and your gut twists. Shouldn’t you be crying? Shouldn’t you be the only one who’s allowed to be upset here? You try to bite his hand, but it’s pressed against your mouth in such a way it’s hard to catch it in between your teeth.

Your tío is grinding against you in full force now. Short, quick movements that are purely for his own pleasure. All of your yells and curses are muffled against his hand. A neverending string of apologies slips from his lips, the moans and whimpers it’s broken up with making you sick to your stomach.

(You’re not here. No, you aren’t. The edges of your vision blur as you think of anything but here, dig through your memories for a suitable replacement. A happy one. Your body isn’t rocking back and forth with your tío’s thrusts, no, no, you’re a child again, in a little boat drifting upon the water, and it’s waves that are jostling you around. You’re laughing, and the sun’s hot on your skin, and all’s good and happy and fun and nice-)

He squeezes at your skin without warning, and you gasp shakily. This gets the loudest noise out of him yet, a moan of your name. “Can- Can you do that again? I’m almost done, I s-swear, you’re just so- You’re so cute. S-so good, and sweet. You’re... You’re the only one who’s ever been this nice to me.” He breathes out. And he’s made sure you regret it.

His hand is wandering over your skin. It never dips underneath your clothes, but he’s groping at your chest and your crotch. (You hate the warmth that settles underneath your skin. How your head is starting to get fuzzy. It’s just... It’s just your body responding in a natural way, it says nothing about your actual feelings.) You do... You do love him. Just not in a twisted way. Your heart feels like it’s being torn out of your chest with every movement of betrayal. Why did it turns out like this? You whimper his name, not out of pleasure, but because you’re seconds away from bursting into sobs. Tears spill onto his hands.

Your tío groans right into your ear as he cums, slumping against you. “...I love you.” It’s so soft, and he slurs it a little.

They were right about him after all.

also thinking abt :’) Some members of the family being aware that bruno’s behaviour towards you is,, weird. before anything bad happens. telling you at first just to ‘not wear certain clothes when your tío is around’ and stuff like that, before actively trying to keep you two apart. but you don’t see anything wrong with him. just going to him anyway and confiding in him how weird your parents have been lately and that you still care about him <3 makes him all messed up in the brain LMAOO

also consensual uncle/niece is also yknow. yknow. top tier.

#cha.bruno #cw.incest #cw.agegap #cw.noncon #yandere

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icemavs · 2 years ago

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whiskey and rye

rooster x hangman

rating: explicit; word count: 10.8k

(a.k.a. The Fic Where There's Only One Bed Because the Navy Fucked Up Hotel Reservations.) The Dagger Crew got turned into a real-deal instructor squadron after the mission. They get sent on missions and demos to teach new pilots how to do what they do. On this trip to Florida, the WSOs are staying with their pilots, but Jake and Bradley, since they are WSO-less, have to room together. And the hotel fucked up.

i posted the ao3 link in my pinned masterlist post but here��s the tumblr version i guess! pls enjoy and lemme know your thoughts

tags: first kiss; first time; post-canon; drinking; anal sex; fingering; teasing; sharing a bed; listen idk how to tag things so this is what you get

In the five months since the mission and everyone returned to shore safely, the whole Dagger crew had fallen into a comfortable rhythm. With their incredible success, the Navy – along with some good words from both Cyclone and Maverick – had made them a special mission team. They were tasked to both fly and teach emerging dangerous missions that continued to pop up with the current state of international affairs.

Between the group that had flown the actual mission and those that stayed behind on the carrier, there was more than enough down time for everyone to become close friends. They often mixed up who flew with who on training and teaching sorties so that they could become the most cohesive group of naval aviators on this side of the equator. Inside jokes formed, family histories were told, relationships were mended. Mostly.

Jake and Bradley still seemed to be on each other’s bad sides regardless of the smiles shared on the carrier after Jake saved Maverick and Bradley’s asses. The tension that could be felt when the two were in a room together was so thick it could be cut with a knife, and the speed at which they argued with each other at the Hard Deck after a long, grueling day was a lot like going Mach 2. At least that was the way Bradley described it to Natasha one night when she was over at his place.

“I just don’t understand why he has to be such a fucking asshole!” Bradley shouted as he paced, running a hand through his hair, gripping it and pulling at the top.

“Bradshaw, calm down, Jesus,” Tasha said after taking a sip from her beer. She had to be used to these outbursts from Bradley and Jake by now, since she spent enough time with the both of them. “He’s probably just jealous of your flying or something.”

Bradley let out a frustrated grunt and sat back down on the couch with a huff. He was gripping his beer bottle so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Phoenix reached forward from her spot on the recliner to save the bottle from suffocation or Bradley’s hand when he inevitably broke it.

“So what happened today?” Phoenix asked him. “Did he leave you hanging again?” She was using a mocking tone, but her and Bob had been left to fend for themselves plenty of times to know it was realistic.

“No, for once he didn’t,” he sighed. Bradley opened his mouth to say something else, but closed it and just scrubbed a hand down his face. Tasha didn’t say anything, she knew she didn’t need to.

A phone chime sounded from the kitchen counter, saving Bradley from having to explain himself. He got up with the intention of checking the phone as well as grabbing himself and Tasha another beer.

“Holy shit. Tash, come here,” he called from the kitchen.

She slowly got up, knowing that it was either a warning message from Mav about a set of orders they were about to get handed tomorrow or Warlock letting them know they had a new class arriving next week. It was never anything they couldn’t handle.

When she entered the kitchen, Bradley shoved his phone in her face and a beer into her hand.

“They’re sending us to Florida,” he said.

“Oh so this was a good ‘holy shit,’” she deadpanned.

“I guess.”

Bradley was more interested in the itinerary that had been sent out along with the location. He scrolled through the details, seeing that they were heading to NAS Pensacola to do a demo of their mission that brought them together for the pilot trainees and maintenance sailors and airmen. Seemed more like a vacation than actual training. They had done nothing but fly high stakes training sorties since they got back, so flying round in thick Florida airspace sounded like a lot of fun. A nice break.

***

Two days later, half the team was at the Reno-Tahoe International Airport, bags checked and ready to get some of the sun and sand down in Florida for a few days. Though they were going for an actual purpose that wasn’t vacation, they couldn’t help but feel giddy at the idea of getting out of Nevada.

Jake and Bradley had hardly spoken since a few days before, but of course they were tasked with actually flying the jets out to Pensacola. The rest of the team flying commercially had taken all their overnight bags, so the crew taking the Hornets out only had to worry about the gear they were wearing. Thankfully, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy were also flying jets out so they could keep the two from shooting the other out of the air. Jake already had two confirmed air-to-air kills, he didn’t need another one, especially when the guy was on his side. Militarily speaking.

Rooster, Phoenix, and Bob launched from NAS Fallon first, getting well on their cross country flight to Florida before Hangman, Payback, and Fanboy joined them about 15 miles behind. They didn’t normally talk on comms when flying together, needing to stay in the proper headspace to be able to make their decisions as quickly as possible, but on a low-threat cross country they could chit chat a little bit while between Air Traffic Controllers.

“Bob, what’s the first cocktail you’re ordering when we finally touch down?” Rooster asked, having already been asked the same question by Phoenix. “I assume something fruity?”

Bob hummed through the radio, deliberately breathing heavily to make everyone listening cringe. “I’m thinking maybe a margarita. Strawberry, but with extra lime and a sugar rim. Add an umbrella so I can get the full effect.”

Everyone laughed over the radio, but secretly they all thought it sounded delicious. At their local bar, they knew enough to not order anything with more than three ingredients, so they were all excited at the prospect of drinks they could enjoy slowly and not just to get drunk. Although, there would be plenty of that going on as well.

Hangman’s voice came crackling through their radios. “Bob, I’m going to need you to order me one of those, too, because that sounds incredibly refreshing after a day of flying with you yahoos.”

A collective groan sounded over the radio, but it was soon mixed with laughter. It would be a long flight if they couldn’t laugh at each other. They were hanging out somewhere over the midwest, turning on their targeting pods and staring down at the checkerboards of farm fields sprawling below them. It was a peaceful flight for once, no one trying to shoot them down, real or simulated.

Since they were heading east and dealing with time zones, they would be landing in Miami around 1800, just enough time to shed their gear and get changed for the bars. They didn’t have to report until 0900 the next morning, so they were all excited about getting to hit the town. Maybe do a little dancing, get a little drunk, take someone back to their hotel room if they chose to.

The rest of the flight went off without a hitch and it was about four hours later before they had finally landed, debriefed, and stowed their gear for the night. The other part of the team wouldn’t land for another couple hours, leaving the six who took the F/A-18s would have a bit of time to get a head start on them.

The group had to take two Ubers to get to the hotel the Navy had put them up in, with their small bags they were able to take on the jets and the fact that it was a Friday night, they could only manage to get small cars to pick them up. Hangman, Rooster, and Phoenix were stuck in one car together, Phoenix claiming the front seat and leaving the two men – who still hadn’t spoken much – to be smushed together in the backseat.

Tasha’s bag had claimed the middle seat, leaving Bradley and Jake to squish theirs either on their laps or between their legs. Bradley tried not to think about the way Jake’s knee was warm against his own or the way his legs were splayed outward to fit his bag between them. It’s not like he had a choice of where his legs were going, it was a fucking Ford Focus and even though Bradley had a couple inches on Jake, Jake still didn’t fit into the backseat all that well. Both men looked out their respective windows as Phoenix made small talk with the driver, deftly avoiding questions about their jobs and diverting the conversation to how long he had been driving Uber and whatnot. Bradley noticed how Jake’s jaw tightened when they hit a small bump that pushed Bradley’s knee harder into Jake’s, but was still definitely not thinking about it.

They pulled up to the hotel after what felt like an eternity to Bradley. The three jumped out, thanked their driver, and made their way inside. The three had arrived just after Bob, Payback, and Fanboy, so they checked in quickly before Phoenix shot off a text to their group message asking for room numbers. Payback and Fanboy replied with the same room number, much to the surprise of the others. On a trip like this they almost always got a room to themselves, so this caused the rest of them to wonder who their roommates would be. Not that it mattered to most of them, they were all good friends so having to share a hotel room and bathroom for a couple nights wasn’t going to change anything.

Since neither had a WSO, it wasn’t a surprise that Jake and Bradley were stuck together for this trip. It had happened once before on a short deployment to Sigonella, Italy, and they got through it only because they were on split shifts and rarely had to see each other. If they were forced to see each other, everyone was sure they would have taken each other’s heads off. How they were going to make it through these next couple of days was anyone’s guess.

Jake and Bradley followed Phoenix down the hallway to the block of rooms the Navy reserved for them. She waved goodbye with a reminder to meet in the lobby in 30 minutes, changed and ready to get hammered.

“Who would have thought Tash would be the one to facilitate the debauchery?” Jake joked, trying to lighten the mood a little bit as they trudged down a few more doors to their own room.

“Literally anyone who has spent more than 2 days with her,” Bradley shot back, double checking the key he was given with the number on the door and sliding the key through the door lock.

Jake hummed a noise indicating he agreed with Bradley and the two walked into the room. Jake was looking down at his shoe, noticing it was untied, as he crossed the threshold and was met with a wall. Well, a warm wall made up of muscle and a soft t-shirt.

“What. The. Fuck,” Bradley whispered, dropping his bag on the ground at his feet.

Once Jake had recovered from bouncing off Bradley’s back, he looked up and saw what made Bradley stop dead in his tracks. Jake’s bag dropped onto the ground next to Bradley’s, and Bradley looked over to see Jake’s mouth opened slightly as he took in the sight.

Someone had fucked up and put them in a room with only a king bed instead of two queens. Or at least a pull-out couch. Just one bed.

“Um,” Bradley started, but if he was being honest, he had no ending to that sentence and just let it trail off.

“I’ll go down and tell them to fix it, put us in another ro-” Jake said, but before he could finish he was cut off by a loud knock at the door.

Bradley picked up his bag and tossed it on the bed before going to answer the door. He opened it to a stunningly dressed Phoenix in a black top and jeans as she tapped her foot against the floor impatiently.

“Let’s get a move on, boys,” she said. “I just got a text from Halo that said they just landed, so if we want to get a head start on them we have to leave now.”

Bradley checked his watch incredulously. “You said 30 minutes, it’s barely been 10?”

“Yeah they landed early, so chop chop,” she said, turning on her heel to get back to her room so they could change.

By the time Bradley had shut the door and turned back around, Jake had changed clothes and snuck into the bathroom, leaving Bradley alone in the room with the singular bed and his own thoughts.

Before Jake could finish up in the bathroom, Bradley slipped out of his t-shirt and into a tank top and button up, followed by a pair of gray shorts. He put his hands over his face, grabbed a key and left the room after banging on the bathroom door to tell Jake he needed to hurry.

Bradley shuffled down to Phoenix’s room so they could walk down to the lobby together to wait for Jake. Payback, Fanboy, and Bob were already down there, sipping on drinks from the hotel bar so they could pregame the head start. Bradley could feel a headache coming on that he knew would make him cranky if he drank anything other than water that night.

The five of them were talking amongst themselves when Jake finally came out of the elevator, causing Bradley to suck in a breath. Jake was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off his shoulders and chest paired with an equally tight pair of jeans that showed off his thighs. Bradley glanced around hoping no one noticed the catch in his breath. Thankfully, it looked like no one did.

Tasha was fanning herself dramatically while Jake was met with a round of cheers from the boys as he approached. He bowed to the cheers and smiled and laughed. Bradley caught Jake’s eye for a split second and felt his stomach drop. He was met with the same look he had been getting for the past five months: a questioning look that was bordering on uninterested. He tried not to let it show on his face, but Bradley was getting discouraged with trying to make Jake his friend – or more – for once and for all. He was getting nothing in return but sarcastic comments and blank stares.

And when Jake had started to say he was going to get the front desk to switch their room so they wouldn’t have to share a bed, Bradley had almost decided to give up altogether. He hadn’t meant his “what the fuck” to be heard anywhere but his own head, but it slipped out somehow and may have royally screwed up his chance.

After everyone had finished at least one drink, they set out for a bar within walking distance of their hotel. It was easy to find one not too far away and soon everyone was a few shots deep, even Bradley. He was staying away from actual drinks for the night, and luckily no one seemed to notice as long as he partook in the shots that seemed to flow endlessly to their table. At some point the rest of the Dagger crew showed up and filled in as though they were never missing from the party. That was the beauty of their team, the seamlessness.

Bradley kept shooting glances over at Jake the whole night, occasionally locking eyes and then quickly looking away before Jake could see the blush traveling up his cheeks. The blush that was only from the alcohol and nothing else.

At one point, Bradley was distracted from his conversation about the best Thai dishes with Fritz when he heard Jake talking to Phoenix about their predicament back at the hotel. He was explaining how there was only one bed in the room, and he thought that Bradley had gone to the front desk to change it.

“I was with him the whole time, he never went to talk to them,” Bradley heard Phoenix say.

“Oh,” Jake said. Bradley couldn’t decipher the tone over the noise of the bar, more only able to read his lips. He was forced to pay attention to his conversation with Fritz once again when he was nudged in the elbow, having presumably asked a question.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked Fritz, and he repeated the question. “Oh yeah, dude, red curry is my favorite, totally.” He paused when he saw Jake heading for the bar. “Um, sorry, I’ll be right back.”

Bradley saw Jake leaning over the bar, jeans hugging his ass nicely, and took a deep breath before going to stand next to him.

“So, do you come here often?” Bradley shouted over the din.

Jake whipped his head around to see who had sidled up next to him and Bradley was met with a soft smile. “No sir, I’m from out of town.”

“Well lucky me then,” Bradley said, turning his head to face the bartender running around behind the bar. He could see that Jake had a flush on his cheeks, very likely from the alcohol. The bartender handed Jake two bottles and a small tray with a round of shots. Jake pulled one off and handed it to Bradley before taking one into his own hand. The two threw the shots back, only exchanging a glance before Jake headed back to his seat and leaving Bradley at the bar.

Picking up two drinks for Phoenix and Fritz, Bradley walked back to their group of tables and settled in a seat next to Tasha.

“Weird to see you two not trying to shove each other’s heads into a concrete wall,” she remarked, a knowing smile forming on her lips.

“It’s the alcohol,” Bradley scoffed.

“Come on, Bradshaw, I’ve literally been watching you making eyes at him across these tables all damn night.” She paused to let Bradley look at her incredulously. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, just fuck already.”

“Excuse me?” Bradley feigned shock. The shots were hitting him a little harder than he had anticipated. “That is not going to happen.” And then after a beat. “Not tonight anyway,” he mumbled.

Phoenix laughed and said she was going to the bathroom, leaving Bradley alone at his little round table. He played with the straw in his third shirley temple – he had to save face somehow and make everyone think he was drinking along with them.

A couple hours later, the Dagger crew was headed back to the hotel after finally deciding that they should probably sleep at least a little since they had a run through of their impossible mission tomorrow. Halo and Phoenix split off to their room, Omaha and Fritz to theirs, Payback and Fanboy, and so on until only Jake and Bradley were left in the hallway. Neither of them said anything as they closed the short distance to the room that never got switched.

Bradley hesitated when putting the key in the door, attempting to think through his actions and then ultimately deciding that he was better off just shutting off his brain and going with his gut. The two walked into the room together and stopped next to each other as they stared at the bed, all of their bags thrown haphazardly across the room.

“I’m going to, um, yeah,” Jake stuttered as he walked further into the room to presumably grab his bathroom bag. He picked up the bag once he had located it and proceeded to lock himself in the bathroom.

Bradley sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh and pressed the heels of his hands into his temple in an effort to ebb the pain from his persistent headache. What the fuck? He thought. Literally what the fuck. There was one bed, it’s not like either of them had never shared a bed with another man. All they had to do was sleep. Except Bradley was now remembering that he decided to shut his brain off, so he was dealing with the part of him that was really apt to notice how attractive Jake was. Sleeping was easy, fighting his own brain was proving to be harder.

Jake came out of the bathroom a few minutes later wearing a worn out Sugarland t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. Bradley couldn’t help the grin that slowly spread across his face.

“What, Rooster?” Jake said accusingly. “Just because we’re roomies for the weekend does not mean I’m giving up my comfortable lifestyle.”

Bradley got ready for bed, and a few short minutes later, he was faced with the obstacle of having to sleep in the same bed as Jake Seresin. The man sober Bradley pretended to not be able to stand and tipsy Bradley was wildly attracted to, apparently. He took a deep breath that he hoped went unnoticed by Jake laying in the bed already.

“Ready for bed, little Roo?” Jake teased.

“Shut up, Hangy,” Bradley bit back – albeit with no malice behind it – using a name he knew Jake hated.

Jake sneered back and rolled over onto his side to face the wall. Bradley crawled into bed, trying his best to stay as far on his side as possible without falling off, and ultimately failing right away. He managed to catch himself with one leg on the ground and a fist full of sheets before he fell all the way down. Jake flipped his whole body around at the commotion.

“Damn, Bradshaw, I didn’t think you were actually drunk,” he laughed. Bradley shot him a glare and got back into bed without falling this time.

Bradley laid on his back staring at the green light of the smoke detector on the ceiling, trying to make the silence between him and Jake’s back a comfortable one. He knew there was no reason to say anything, Jake was scrolling on his phone, content to lay there, half a bed apart from Bradley, until they both fell asleep and morning eventually came. Bradley, however, was less content.

“So,” he started. “Sugarland, huh? Never would have pegged you for a Jennifer Nettles fan.”

Jake locked his phone and rolled over to face Bradley. “Says the one who knows Jennifer Nettles.” He huffed a breath, a small smile on his face. “My mom was a big fan. She took me to my first concert when I was 9, and every concert since then was with her. When Sugarland came on the scene, every time they came to Texas we went and I always got a shirt. She loved them a lot.”

“Past tense?” Bradley asked.

“Um, yeah,” Jake sighed. “She died about ten years ago now. Cancer.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Bradley said, unsure of how to comfort him, or if Jake even wanted it. Bradley was no stranger to dead parents. “My mom passed away when I was in high school.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jake echoed. “And I’m sorry for bringing up your dad in class all those months ago. I don’t know if I ever apologized for it, but I really am sorry.”

Bradley didn’t really know how to respond to the apology, so he stayed silent and stared at the ceiling.

“So I know how your dad died, but I don’t know anything else about him.” Bradley picked up the questioning tone in Jake’s voice. “If you don’t mind me prying a little,” he tacked on at the end.

“No, not at all,” Bradley began. “Yeah, so he was Maverick’s RIO and, in all honesty, I was only four when it all happened, so I don’t remember much about him. I do remember that he was always singing, though. He started me on the piano when I was really young, and my mom kept me going after he passed. I remember that he loved my mom a lot, and he loved flying almost as much. Because of that, Maverick was around my whole life, too.”

By this point Bradley had rolled onto his side to face Jake. Jake’s face seemed to be telling Bradley to keep going, so he did.

“Yes, I’ve known Maverick my whole life. He was kind of a second father to me. We had our falling out, but you know about that by now.”

“So, did Mav and your mom ever, you know, get it on after your dad died?” Jake wiggled his eyebrows.

“Ew, Seresin, no!” Bradley whisper-shouted, reaching out to shove at Jake’s shoulder. “Mav was never… interested. So to speak. There was someone else.” Bradley shut his mouth quickly, before he said more, knowing he already said too much. This part wasn’t his story to tell.

“Someone else?” Jake asked. “Is it someone we know?”

Bradley sensed Jake had an idea about who it was, they were all there at the funeral, they saw how Mav was acting the few days after.

“It was Admiral Kazansky, wasn’t it?” Jake said, answering his own question.

Bradley nodded his head as best he could while laying sideways in a bed. To get a little more comfortable, he propped his head up on his hand, elbow resting on the pillow. Jake adjusted so he was facing up toward Bradley.

“They first got together back in ‘86 when they graduated from TOPGUN. Deployments split them up here and there over the years, but they always found each other on the other side.” Bradley paused when Jake shifted his legs so their knees were touching. “They both made it a lot easier when I was figuring out some stuff about myself in high school.”

Jake had a confused look on his face that prompted Bradley to continue.

“I’m gay, Hangman. I like men,” Bradley deadpanned, internally hoping Jake wouldn’t hop out of the bed and run down the hall like his ass just got lit on fire.

“Oh,” was all Jake said. Then after a beat, “Me too. I like men, too, I mean. I’m bisexual, if you want to put a label on it.”

Again, Bradley remained silent, but this time he didn’t return his gaze to the ceiling and instead kept his eyes locked onto Jake’s. Neither of them said a word, the only sound in the room was the humming of the air conditioner unit and their even breathing. Jake’s gaze flitted away for a second – Bradley thought it was to glance at his lips, but he wasn’t that full of himself – and slowly brought his knee up farther to fit between Bradley’s.

Bradley’s arm was still slightly outstretched from when he had shoved Jake earlier and he raised it to brush a stray piece of hair from Jake’s forehead back into the rest of his normally perfectly coiffed hairdo. Jake leaned into the touch and shifted even closer to Bradley.

With the way his arm was propping up his head, Bradley could feel Jake’s soft breath against his bicep.

Fuck it, Bradley thought, and leaned forward to gently press his lips to Jake’s.

Jake tasted like mint toothpaste with a hint of whatever liquor he was drinking earlier in the evening. He seemed to melt into the kiss underneath Bradley, his hand coming up to fist into Bradley’s shirt. Bradley, in contrast, moved his hand down to rest on Jake’s waist and tighten his grip just slightly. It was a soft kiss, nothing seemed to be expected on either end, but Bradley set the pace, as Jake seemed to be content with letting him lead. Bradley rolled Jake farther onto his back and moved to hover over him slightly.

They broke apart after a while, a string of spit connecting them still. Neither man said anything but both kept their breathing relatively steady, though Bradley felt like he was gasping like a swimmer coming up for air. Jake’s eyes searched Bradley’s face, seeming unsure of what he was looking for, but before he could open his mouth to get a word in, Bradley surged forward again.

The kiss was more insistent this time. Jake’s hands were roaming around Bradley’s upper body, occasionally, he slipped a finger underneath the hem of Bradley’s t-shirt or snapped the waistband of his boxers. Bradley held himself up with a hand on either side of Jake’s head, not straddling his waist yet but working his way up to it.

Jake pulled back a second time. “Wait, Bradshaw, hang on,” he breathed.

They stared at each other for a second before Jake seemed to gather his words enough to finish his thought.

“Not tonight,” he said.

Bradley was confused. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me,” Jake said simply. “But not tonight.” He paused and smiled when Bradley sucked in a breath.

Dramatic bitch, Bradley thought.

“I want you to fuck me, but I want you to take your time,” Jake continued. “I want to take you apart first, sucking you off and making it the best damn head you’ve ever gotten. And then I want to let you do whatever. You. Want.” He punctuated each word by leaning up to press a kiss to Bradley’s collarbone. “Take your time thinking about it, but I don’t put out on the first date,” he said with a wink.

Bradley didn’t have a damn thing to say to that, his mind was racing at the prospect of having Jake Seresin at his mercy. He wanted to see his face while he opened him up and hear what he sounded like when he finished him off.

Jake pulled Bradley down by his t-shirt one last time so he could kiss him before rolling back onto his side, back facing Bradley. Bradley scooched forward to press his chest to Jake’s back and wrapped an arm over the top of Jake’s torso, leaving the tip of his pinky finger to rest just under the waistband of Jake’s boxers. He pressed small kisses into Jake’s neck and shoulders until Jake’s breathing steadied and Bradley could tell he was asleep.

If he’s being honest, Bradley didn’t sleep that much that night.

***

“Good morning Rooster,” Phoenix said when Bradley opened the door to her incessant knocking. “Did you sleep well?”

Bradley grumbled something about not talking to him before he had coffee – and Tasha knew he wasn’t a morning person – and reached behind him to grab his go-bag with his gear and flight suit in it. Jake walked out of the bathroom at that same moment and Phoenix looked past Bradley to wave at Jake and then waggle her eyebrows at Bradley.

“Not a word from you, Tash,” Bradley said as he pointed a finger at her chest. “Nothing.”

She shrugged and turned to head back down the hall. Bradley followed closely behind her and stepped out of the stairwell. The others were waiting in the lobby so they could all stop and get coffee before heading to the base for the demo flight. Bradley heard footsteps coming up behind him quickly, but before he could turn around there was a hand grabbing his ass.

“What the—” Bradley started. Before he could finish his sentence, Jake walked past without looking at him, but Bradley could see a huge smirk on his lips.

Bradley stared after him, but eventually followed him out the door once he realized the others were watching him. He was still in a daze after last night and was bound to spend the entirety of his day thinking about how he was going to take Jake apart once they were done playing Navy pilots for the day.

It wasn’t near the first time Bradley had flown since the mission five months ago, but today was the first time he would be forced to actually re-live the mission that almost killed him. He wasn’t exactly excited but he would push through and be fine. Besides, he had a mission that didn’t involve flying once he was done. Just having Jake there, the person who was the reason he was alive, made it a lot easier for Bradley.

The ride to the base was quiet after the coffee, none of them spoke, just trying to get into the headspace for flying. It was easy to fall back into the rhythm of mission planning – especially when they had already planned and flown said mission – and being around each other was comfortable, familiar. They weren’t going to do much of any actual mission planning that day anyway; they were only going through the motions for the intelligence personnel and pilot trainees that were stationed there. Most of them didn’t get a chance to work with a full team of instructor pilots, so it was an opportunity for the Dagger crew to teach.

Bradley took his time getting his gear ready once they were finished with the teaching portion. Now came the hardest part: actually getting in the air and flying the damn thing. He was taking deep breaths in the aircrew flight equipment area as he slowly zipped up his G suit. The others had already finished getting dressed and were on their way out to the jets, but Bradley couldn’t get himself to snap those last few buttons. Through the blood racing in his ears, he didn’t hear the door open and someone walk in.

“Rooster?” a voice said behind Bradley. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

Jake grabbed Bradley by the shoulder and turned him around. Neither of them said anything, but Jake had started to take deep breaths while maintaining eye contact with Bradley and soon Bradley followed suit and began to calm down.

“It’s just training. We won’t even be flying over water. There are no real enemy aircraft,” Jake said, raising a hand to card it through Bradley’s hair. “I’ll be in the air with you every step of the way. I’m flying Maverick’s part of the mission, you know that.”

Bradley just closed his eyes and relished the feeling of Jake’s fingers in his hair as they made their way to the back of his head and lightly scratched through the short hairs there. He made a soft sound and leaned into the touch.

“Better?” Jake asked and Bradley nodded. “Okay. Let’s go show these new little officers how it’s done, yeah?”

The two of them walked from the building and out to the flight line together. The jets were all lined up, the morning sun glinting off of cockpits and causing Bradley to squint. Jake passed by Bradley, giving him a smile and his hand a squeeze before going to his own jet. Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy were already in their jets, doing all their pre-flight checks and just about ready to go. Feeling better about the whole thing, Bradley climbed into his own and they were all in the air in no time.

Bradley had to continue his deep breathing as they got the mission underway. The people on the ground would be watching the flying feed through the Air Combat Maneuvering Instrumentation pods they were each carrying on their wing and listening to all the comms between each member of the flight. Bradley knew he had to keep his bearing, and hearing Jake’s voice through the radio was helping him. Not just the prospect of what he had ahead of him that night, but the fact that Jake was the one who had saved him, saved Mav, was his whole reason he was even getting to keep flying.

They finished the mission without any issues and the debrief went smoothly, Bradley able to keep any emotion out of it and wear his pilot teacher hat to show what they should have done differently and what worked well. It was easy to go through the motions with Jake by his side but he was also making it extremely difficult. Jake was a constant, warm presence; his hip was always touching Bradley’s while they were bent over a table together or his foot was tapping the side of Bradley’s while they sat through lunch with the young pilots in training as they asked Jake and Bradley questions about being at TOPGUN. It was easy to give the usual canned answers about how it was a good experience but pretty grueling training, but Bradley’s mind was on the hand that kept squeezing his thigh. He was doing his best to keep from sporting a half chub, but it wasn’t going all that well and all he wanted to do was get the hell out of his flight suit.

The whole day, Jake and Bradley had been amicable, not going for each other’s necks and not screaming at each other. Bradley could tell the rest of the team thought it was odd, but he watched as Phoenix kept whispering in everyone’s ears followed by understanding flash across their faces. He knew she wasn’t going to keep quiet, but he at least thought it would maybe take a drink or two for her to spill the beans. Not that there were any beans to spill. Nothing had happened between him and Jake, but Phoenix did know that Bradley felt some type of way about Jake and that there was only one bed in their room.

Once they were finally done for the day, the Dagger crew shed their flight suits in exchange for their going-out-clothes. The group that had flown the F/A-18s out from Nevada – Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, Hangman, and Rooster – were flying commercial back, and the others – Halo, Fritz, Yale, Harvard, Coyote, and Omaha – would take the fighters. The commercial flight wasn’t until 1300 so they were prepared to get sufficiently drunk that night, but the others decided to go back to the hotel to sleep.

Once they arrived at the bar, Payback and Fanboy made a beeline for a pool table before getting a drink so they could secure a spot for the night. Phoenix and Bob followed suit after they snagged a drink, Phoenix throwing a quick glance over her shoulder to where Bradley was still standing at the bar with Jake.

“What’re you having?” the bartender shouted over the noise of the bar.

“I’ll have a whiskey coke and he’ll have a Shiner,” Bradley told him, earning himself a squeeze on the elbow from Jake.

“Ooh, Bradshaw, I get all tingly when you take control like that,” Jake said into his ear. “Do a little more of that tonight.”

Bradley gave him a look after he was handed the drinks that was immediately met with a gaze from Jake that said he wasn’t kidding. Bradley lowered his gaze to look pointedly at Jake’s lips which prompted Jake to dart his tongue out to wet his lips. Jake reached out his hand and took the beer from Bradley, letting his fingers linger on Bradley’s.

Someone behind them was trying to elbow their way between them on their way to the bar, so the two headed to the pool table where the other four had planted themselves.

“Seresin, that was some A plus flying today, man,” Fanboy said when they arrived. “I know why Maverick flew the mission himself, but you would have been just as good a fit.”

Jake waved him off and sipped his beer. “Pssh,” he scoffed. “Anyone could have done it.”

They were all careful not to talk about work too much outside of being there and that’s what Jake was trying to pass it off as, but they all also knew that there was no way any other pilot in the Navy could have flown that mission. Bradley just watched the interaction with muted interest, his mind was elsewhere.

Elsewhere being undressing Jake in his mind.

Tasha nudged Bradley’s elbow to get him out of his trance. “Dude, you are so gone on him,” she said.

“What? No I’m not,” he whisper-shouted back at her. “If only you knew…” he trailed off.

“I’m not going to ask you to finish that sentence because I do not want to know.” Tasha got up off her chair to take a pool cue from Payback and thrust it into Jake’s hands. She took the second one from Fanboy and re-racked the balls to start a game with Jake.

Tasha was not going easy on Jake, the whole team knew she was the best pool player out of all of them, but he was playing it off well and kept his signature megawatt smile on his face. He bent over the table to attempt to knock the thirteen ball into a corner pocket and finally made it. Bradley didn’t even try to hide his eyes staring at Jake’s ass, the pants Jake was wearing hugged it nicely.

As Jake straightened up after missing the nine ball shot, Bradley came up behind him and bent him back over.

“Here,” he started, grabbing Jake’s wrists and guiding the pool cue to point at the cue ball on the table. “If you hold it here, like this, you’ll have more control over it. Makes it easier to put some English on the ball.”

Fanboy coughed behind them and Phoenix snickered – she knew this would happen. Jake just nodded and followed along as he pushed his ass back a little bit into Bradley’s hips. He stood back up from the table and Bradley stayed flush against him.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Bradley whispered in his ear. He was sick of waiting, he flew his mission, he played naval aviator, he wanted his reward. Jake nodded quickly. “I’m going back to the hotel, I think, I’m getting a little sleepy,” he said louder for the rest of the group to hear. “Does anyone want to join me?”

“I think I’ll head back, too,” Jake said after he peeled himself from Bradley’s front side. “Tough day of flying, I need to sleep.”

Bob just shook his head. “Oh my god, you two are the worst,” he said. “Would you just get the fuck out of here already?” He sounded hostile, but he had a big smile on his face. Bradley could tell Bob knew what was coming; by the look on his face, he had helped Tasha orchestrate the whole plan.

Bradley was on a mission to get back to the hotel as quickly as possible. Jake was a few feet behind him, but keeping the pace well.

As soon as they arrived, Bradley grabbed onto Jake’s hand and pulled him into the elevator. When the door shut, he pounced. Bradley shoved Jake up against the wall, one hand threaded through Jake’s hair with the other on Jake’s hip in a bruising grip. His mouth hadn’t made its way to Jake’s yet but was latched onto the side of his neck and sure to leave a mark. Jake kept his eye on the elevator door, just to make sure they weren’t going to scar some kid when they finally opened, but worked his arms around Bradley’s middle and down to rest on the swell of his ass. As Bradley sucked particularly hard on the muscle where Jake’s shoulder meets his neck, Jake let out a whine and tightened his hands around him.

“Rooster, hey wait a second,” he started.

“You are not stopping me this time,” Bradley lifted off Jake’s neck to whine.

“I’m not stopping you, dumbass, we’re just almost at our floor.”

Bradley came out of the little horny trance he was in to compose himself enough to walk from the elevator to their room. He stayed close behind Jake the whole short walk, and as soon as the door latched behind them, he was back on Jake as if nothing had happened.

He kept Jake pressed up against the door, but this time he finally went in for a kiss. Bradley worked his way into Jake’s mouth quickly, his tongue licking its way in and winning over the space. Jake melted into the kiss like he had the night before and let himself be manhandled for a minute before seeming to remember the promise he had made.

“Listen, Bradshaw,” he panted when he pulled away. He was trying to focus but it was hard with Bradley pressing kisses down the side of his neck. “Don’t you remember what I said last night? You can fuck me, but I get you give you the best blowjob of your life, first.”

At that, Bradley stopped what he was doing and gave Jake a hungry look. It was just enough of a pause for Jake to take control and spin them around so Bradley was the one against the door and at the mercy of the man in front of him.

Jake ran his hands up and down Bradley’s upper body and slipped one hand underneath his shirt. Bradley gasped when Jake’s hand found a nipple and began to squeeze and roll the sensitive area. He let his head fall back against the door with a quiet thud as Jake started to unbutton his shirt and slip it off Bradley’s shoulders. They let it fall to the floor quietly.

Jake leaned in and replaced his hand with his mouth to suck a mark onto the skin around Bradley’s nipple, causing Bradley to let out a quiet groan.

“Come on, Roo. Let me hear you,” Jake said between kisses to his chest. Bradley sucked in a breath at the nickname normally used to mock him being used in this context. “Now you’re getting there. If this is going to be the best blow job of your life, I need to hear you to know it.”

Bradley let out a low sound from his throat as he pulled Jake up gently by his hair so he could kiss him one more time. Jake let himself be pulled and pressed himself flush against Bradley’s body. Bradley could feel how hard he was through both pairs of jeans, which were annoyingly still a factor in this situation.

Jake pulled away again, but this time he quickly sunk down to his knees and went to work on Bradley’s belt and button, all while pressing feather-light kisses to Bradley’s hip bones. In no time, Jake had Bradley’s shorts undone and worked them off his legs to toss them to the side. All that was left were the boxers.

Bradley couldn’t believe what was honestly happening. It’s not like it was a surprise, Jake told him exactly what was going to happen, but the fact that Bradley had even gone so far as to have the situation even be brought up was still beyond him. From the time he had met Jake the second time a few months ago after all those years, all he wanted was him in his bed and an unlimited amount of time to have his way with him.

His attention was brought back to the events unfolding in front of him when Jake snapped the waistband of his boxers. With a grin, Jake pulled down the boxers to let Bradley’s cock slap against his lower belly.

“God I knew you’d be perfect,” Jake said, awe prevalent in his voice. He didn’t take his eyes off Bradley for a second before he brought his hands up to grab at Bradley’s hips.

“Fuck, Hangman,” Bradley punched out through gritted teeth.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” Jake breathed on his lower abdomen, back to pressing kisses there.

“Need your mouth. Now,” Bradley said.

At that, Jake licked a stripe up the underside of Bradley’s cock, eliciting a loud groan from Bradley. Jake ran his lips down the side before giving the base a small kiss and then running his lips up the other side. He paused at the tip, looking up at Bradley with his eyes wide and pupils blown so wide they were overtaking the irises. Jake smiled at Bradley looking down at him and kept eye contact as he took all of Bradley into his mouth.

Bradley’s hands immediately came up to knot his fingers into Jake’s hair and pull. Jake groaned around Bradley’s cock, making Bradley use everything in himself to keep from thrusting his hips forward. Luckily, he didn’t have to try that hard as it seemed Jake noticed his restraint and used his grip on Bradley’s hips to gently pull them forward. Bradley got the memo and shallowly thrusted into Jake’s mouth. Jake was able to take Bradley well, letting him hit the back of his throat without gagging much.

Jake was so beautiful like this, mouth open wide and taking Bradley’s cock in and out with no struggle. The hint of tears shined at the edges of his eyes but he kept them open and locked onto Bradley’s.

“God, Seresin, you look so good like this,” Bradley breathed, taking one hand out of his hair and resting it on the side of Jake’s face. “Taking me so well. You run your mouth so much it’s no wonder you’re so good with it.”

Jake let the idea of a smile and a hint of mischief show in his eyes and pushed back against Bradley’s hips to take back control of the situation. Bradley let his head fall back against the door and let Jake pick up the pace. He brought one hand to hold onto the base of Bradley’s dick while still letting his mouth do the majority of the work. He sucked hard on his way up, letting the tip rest against his tongue when he got to the top.

“Ah, fuck, Hangman,” Bradley started as he tugged on Jake’s hair to pull him off. “Don’t wanna come yet.”

“Aye aye, lieutenant,” Jake said with a wink and a kiss to the tip of Bradley’s cock. He stood up and shed his own shirt as he did so, being the only one of the two with any clothes still on. His voice was raspy and his lips were slick with spit and precome as he leaned in to kiss Bradley. He pressed his whole body against Bradley’s while Bradley let his hands fall to Jake’s hips to slip underneath the hem of his jeans. He made quick work of the button at the top and even quicker work of pushing the jeans down Jake’s thighs to make them pool around his ankles with the boxers following suit.

“Now as much as I want to get this show on the road,” Jake said, pulling away from the kiss momentarily. “I would also like to not get fucked next to the door where anyone can hear. However, if that’s something you’d like to explore, I’d be willing to try it next time.”

How Jake could still be so mouthy while he was this close to having a dick up his ass was beyond Bradley, but he nodded anyway and dropped his hands to cup under Jake’s ass to lift him up by the thighs. Jake let out a surprised yelp but let himself be lifted and wrapped his legs around Bradley’s hips. Jake leaned in to let Bradley capture his lips in another bruising kiss. They broke apart once they reached the one bed in their hotel room – the whole reason any of this was even happening – and Bradley let Jake fall to the bed. He followed quickly after him and grabbed Jake by the wrists, pinning them above his head.

Jake let himself be pliant underneath Bradley, melting into the kiss just like he had for all the others before. Bradley ravaged his mouth, biting down on Jake’s bottom lip lightly and sucking on Jake’s tongue whenever he had the chance. Jake rolled his hips up to meet Bradley’s, whining when he didn’t get the friction he so obviously wanted.

“You told me to take my time thinking about what I wanted to do to you,” Bradley said. He was now making his way down Jake’s chest, leaving marks in his wake and letting his fingers trail down his sides. Jake’s hands stayed firmly pinned above his head even though Bradley was no longer holding them there. “And I took my time. I took all damn day while we were flying thinking about how I would take you apart piece by piece.” He punctuated each word by biting lightly on Jake’s nipple. “How beautiful your face will be when I stretch you open first with my fingers and then with my cock.”

At those words, Jake gasped and moved his hands down to Bradley’s head this time, trying to guide his mouth to where he really wanted it. Jake’s dick had been widely ignored this whole time – Jake intent on pleasing Bradley – but it wasn’t unnoticed by Bradley. He was doing everything he could to not go straight for it. He wanted to take things slowly.

“Ah ah ah,” Bradley taunted. “You keep those hands above your head. Can you do that for me, princess?”

Jake nodded and slowly moved his hands back above his head to grip the pillow that was behind him. He needed something to hold onto, and the pillow would have to do if it wasn’t going to be Bradley’s hair. Bradley continued his way down Jake’s body and left even more marks. Bradley felt something like a sense of pride knowing that they were going to fly home tomorrow and no one was going to know what was under Jake’s clothes or who put those bruises there.

Bradley got off of Jake for a split second to reach for the lube in his bag on the ground. Jake whined at his departure, but smiled once he saw what Bradley was doing.

“Came on this trip with some expectations, eh Bradshaw?” he asked, his smile growing into what could only be described as a shit-eating grin.

“Always have to be prepared, Seresin.” Bradley squeezed a large dollop onto his fingers and began to warm it up in his hands. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be, Roo,” Jake said and Bradley could see he gripped tighter onto the pillow in his hands in anticipation, contrary to the smooth tone of his voice.

Bradley breathed a small laugh and moved a hand down to tease the tight ring of muscle at Jake’s hole. He was expecting it, but he still relished the sound that came from Jake when he started to put pressure there. Jake immediately shifted his hips closer to Bradley, as if trying to make things go faster, but Bradley had something else in mind.

“Gonna take this so slow, baby,” he said, leaning down to press small kisses to Jake’s hipbones and deliberately still avoiding his cock. For now. “Gonna get you nice and ready to take me, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be glad you’re flying commercial tomorrow.” Bradley slid a single finger in until it reached the second knuckle. Jake’s mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.

Time to change that, Bradley thought. He pulled his finger out slowly, but as he did, he leaned down to give Jake’s cock some attention. Bradley pressed light kisses up and down the length of it as he pushed his finger back inside Jake. Jake still didn’t let out a sound, but sucked in a sharp breath. Finally, Bradley grabbed the base of Jake’s cock and took it into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Jake cried out. “Jesus, Roo, warn a guy next time.” He was panting through gritted teeth and still doing his best to keep still.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Bradley said. “Keeping still, but you’re not quite loud enough.” To punctuate that statement, Bradley gave his finger a twist inside Jake. Just as he expected, Jake let out a loud groan.

“Roo, please,” Jake whined.

“Please what?” Bradley asked, pulling off Jake’s cock with a pop.

“Need you in me now.”

“Fuck, Hangman, you’re hardly stretched,” Bradley said, but he added more lube to his fingers and added a second.

Jake cried out again and this time his hands lifted slightly from the pillow he was gripping. He put them back down quickly but thrust his hips up into Bradley’s mouth. Bradley gagged slightly, but he could take it, and he doubled down on the pleasure for Jake and swallowed around his cock while it was all the way in his mouth. At that, Jake moaned again while Bradley scissored the two fingers he had inside of Jake.

“Now, Bradley,” Jake pleaded. “Ah– fuck! I can take it.” Bradley reveled in the sound of his name – his real name – on Jake’s lips

Jake seemed to know what he could handle, so Bradley removed his fingers and sat up. Jake whined at the loss of a warm body against him, but he was immediately satisfied again when he saw Bradley rolling a condom on.

“Hurry it up,” Jake complained.

“So mouthy,” Bradley said as he lined himself up with Jake’s entrance. He teased Jake with the tip there and leaned down to kiss him and to shut him up. Bradley would never get tired of kissing Jake; he always let himself be guided by Bradley and melted into it every time. Jake knew how to use his mouth when he wasn’t talking. He licked his way into Bradley’s mouth to deepen the kiss.

Bradley could tell Jake was distracted and he knew it was his time to strike. He continued to kiss Jake, but he pushed his hips forward until he was halfway seated inside Jake. He gasped as Bradley slid in and Bradley breathed a laugh against Jake’s cheek.

“Come on, Jake, let me hear you,” he said, calling back to Jake’s comment earlier in the evening. “If this is going to be the best sex of your life, I need to hear you to know it.” He sat up a bit and grinned down at Jake.

Jake looked so beautiful below Bradley, eyes open but glazed over with pleasure, hands white-knuckling the pillow above his head, and legs spread wide to fit Bradley between them. He darted his tongue out to lick his spit-slick lips and Bradley ran his fingers down the side of Jake’s torso to finally let them come to a rest on Jake’s hips with a bruising grip.

“So beautiful, Jake,” Bradley whispered as he began to slowly move his hips. “So pretty, and I have it all to myself right now.” A blush crept up Jake’s chest and flooded onto his cheeks at being called pretty.

“Do you like being called pretty, sweetheart?” Bradley asked. “Because it’s true. I’ve never had anyone prettier.”

Jake was chanting a mantra of “please, fuck, please,�� and panted in time with Bradley’s thrusts. He arched his back and pushed his hips closer to Bradley to give him a better angle.

“Fuck!” Jake shouted and Bradley assumed he had hit the sweet spot. “Roo– Ah! Right there, Bradley. Fuck, fuck, don’t stop!”

Bradley picked up the pace slightly and once he saw sweat begin to bead on Jake’s hairline, he moved his hands from their place on Jake’s hips to give the attention to his cock.

“Come on, princess,” Bradlet said as he worked his hand up and down Jake’s length. He could tell by Jake’s erratic breathing and the precome at the tip that he was close. “Come for me.”

Jake picked up his “please, fuck, please,” mantra once again before resorting to no words and just heavy breathing.

“Fuck, Bradley, I’m so close, don’t stop,” Jake panted.

Bradley himself was getting close, but he was determined to outlast Jake. He worked his hand faster to get Jake even closer to the edge; he was already right there, and just needed to be pushed over the brink. After a few more strokes in time with the thrust of Bradley’s hips, Jake finally couldn’t keep his hold on the pillow any longer.

“Come on, baby, just let it go.” Bradley caught Jake’s hand as it came flying off the pillow and stopped it before it could attempt to help Bradley finish him off. They interlocked their fingers together and Bradley kept up his steady rhythm.

Jake kept constant eye contact while his release built to the breaking point and seemed to have one last moment of clarity before tumbling down over the edge. His eyes shut tight, mouth dropping open but not letting any sound escape. He painted white stripes of come over Bradley’s hand and his own stomach, thrusting his hips down onto Bradley’s cock and then up into his hand as he chased pleasure. Jake slowed his hips and Bradley slowed his and eventually pulled out.

“Holy fucking shit, Bradley,” Jake breathed. He laid on the bed as if he was boneless, fingers still laced with Bradley’s.

Bradley brought his other hand up to Jake’s face, meaning to simply hold the side of his face, but Jake took matters into his own hand and used his free hand to guide Bradley’s to his mouth. He took Bradley’s come-covered hand and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Bradley gasped. He watched his fingers disappearing into Jake’s mouth and let his breathing get heavier.

Once Jake had licked them clean, he reached out both hands to peel the condom from Bradley and tie it off to toss it into the trash bin next to the bed. He beckoned Bradley forward so he was straddling Jake’s chest while still on his knees.

Bradley wrapped a hand around his cock and went to work on finishing himself off. Jake wrapped his hands around the back of Bradley’s thighs and propped his mouth open. Bradley groaned at the sight and pumped his fist faster, wanting to reach the same release as Jake. This time it was Bradley’s turn to adopt the “please, fuck, please,” mantra and he threw his head back and reached his other hand out to tangle his fingers in Jake’s hair.

“God, Jake, fuck, Jake, Jake,” Bradley panted through his teeth and in time with his strokes

Only a few seconds later, it was his turn to cover Jake’s face with his come, most of it landing on his cheeks and lips.

Bradley scooted back and leaned down to lick the come off Jake’s face where his own tongue couldn’t reach and then moved down to Jake’s lips to kiss him. It was a messy kiss as they swapped saliva and come. Bradley pulled away after a few minutes to throw his leg back over and lay next to Jake’s side. He pressed small kisses to the side of his neck while Jake slowed his breathing.

“Okay?” Bradley asked Jake.

“Fuck, Bradley, I’m amazing,” he said with his eyes closed. “This was so much better than I expected.”

“I told you it was going to be the best sex of your life.”

Jake took a deep breath and turned his head to Bradley. “Did you mean that other thing?” he asked in a small voice.

Bradley wracked his brain for what he possibly could have said that had Jake seeming anxious to ask. He finally landed on when he called Jake his. It was something he had said in the moment, but thinking back on it, he really did mean it. He wanted to keep Jake to himself. He didn’t want to let anyone else have him, didn’t want to let him out of his sight.

“If you want it, Jake, then you’re all mine,” Bradley said, kissing the tip of Jake’s nose and stroking a hand down the side of his face. “Not just for right now.”

Jake smiled and leaned closer to Bradley to softly kiss him. Bradley started to peel himself off under the premise of getting a rag to clean them off. Jake grunted and wrapped his arms tighter around Bradley, refusing to let him up.

“I need to clean us off, Jake,” Bradley protested. “Mainly you, you’re getting sticky. It’s gross.”

Jake huffed and rolled Bradley onto his back. He started to kiss down Bradley’s neck and stopped at his collarbone.

“What about round two?” Jake asked, beginning to slowly rock his hips against Bradley’s thigh. Bradley was seriously considering it, but it was getting late and his eyelids were feeling heavy.

“As much as I want to, Seresin,” Bradley started. “I’m sleepy. And I want to get at least a little clean and pass out.” He paused to think for a second and card his fingers through Jake’s hair. “That just means we get to save it for when we get back.”

“What no more Jake?” Jake asked Bradley. “I like hearing my name coming from your mouth. It sounds so nice.”

Bradley rolled his eyes. “Fine, Jake,” he said in return. “When we get back, I will fuck you into the matress so hard you can’t walk the next day and you’re screaming my name so your neighbors will be too embarrassed to call me anything other than Rooster.”

Jake sat up a little and stared at Bradley because of his matter-of-fact tone and started to crack a smile.

“Aye, aye, Lieutenant,” Jake said and gave him a mocking salute.

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