#idk what it is in that tune that makes it go so hard. was scratching the right itch in my brain or smth
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nerdyqueerr · 4 months ago
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The guitar melody on jackboot jump is so good i moaned a little listening to it in the car today. Who said that
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captn-trex · 2 months ago
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consequences be damned
Wolffe x F!Reader
word count: 3.3k
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description: commander wolffe likes to berate you when you go against his orders, but this time, you can't supress the visceral reaction it brings.
warnings: not necessarily enemies to lovers but... a decent amount of arguing, mentions of negative clone treatment, i think that's it? idk man I'm tired
a/n: this is for all the girlies that cry when someone raises their voice at them! (me) anyway... i get nervous when discussing the treatment of clones and other kinda touchy stuff bc i just have this nagging feeling that i'm always interpreting stuff wrong, so I hope the stuff wolffe says at the end makes sense lmao
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You heard your name called after you before you managed to make your escape to your quarters, desperately trying to avoid confrontation. Ignoring the Commander’s calls, you hurried down the hall, your strides much wider than your usual gait. You managed to get the door open, but a large hand wrapped around your wrist before you could evade the uncomfortable conversation.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The Commander snarled, tugging you back into the corridor and slamming his fist into the control panel to shut the door.
You lifted your eyes to his for a moment, your head still angled to the floor as if it would shield you from his foul temper. You had never seen him so angry.
“I asked you a question, soldier” He said, his voice dangerously low as his face drew near to yours, “Did you really think I’d let you off after what you just pulled?”
“Sir, I didn’t mean to—”
Wolffe interrupted you with a sarcastic laugh, “Didn’t mean to? You’ll have to do better than that”
You couldn’t look at him. You knew he’d react like this when he found out, but you still hated when he was angry with you. He was more hard on you than his brothers, he always had been. So much so that you felt there was something unsaid between the two of you, that there was some itch that he wouldn’t stop scratching even though he wouldn’t acknowledge what it was.
“I’m sorry sir” You peeped out. It was the only thing you could say.
You had no explanation for your actions. You had gone directly against his orders, knowingly, deliberately. You knew he would find out, you knew he’d berate you for it, and you did it anyway. You’d do it again if you got the chance.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it” He began, and you let him scold you without interruption, “I have told you, countless times, you do not get involved in the conflict. No matter what. Do you know how it makes me look?”
He paused, but you knew the question was rhetorical. In that silence it was hard not to think about the feel of his hand wrapped around your wrist, still keeping you in your place.
“I makes me look like I can’t control those under my command. If a medic can go against my orders then what’s to stop the rest of the men? Or the other nat-borns? I mean, do you even think? Clearly you don’t. You don’t have combat training, you could’ve been hurt, or you could have died”
He continued on, but you tuned him out. You had heard this barrage of demeaning comments more than once, and it was starting to feel like maybe it had become one time too many. If you had any more backbone you would’ve told him how much you despised when he did this. Although, Wolffe — along with almost everybody aboard the ship — was above you in rank. You couldn’t possibly give back to him this belittling commentary, so once again you stayed silent.
The worst part was that most of the time, Wolffe wasn’t even unbearable to be around, far from it. At any other time he was kind, in his own way. It wasn’t a way in which you’d seen anyone else express kindness, but you’d come to understand the way he operated a little by now. For example, something you had retroactively realised was a display of compassion, was that when you first joined the 104th, he had checked up on you everyday, albeit not in a particularly cheerful way. He had made sure you were comfortable in your new quarters, the ones you were now stood outside of being reprimanded.
There was something gnawing at the back of your mind, the feeling that you shouldn’t have to put up with this. You could hear your father in the back of your head, telling you that you had to learn to stand up for yourself. You hadn’t looked up at Wolffe once through his ranting, and you didn’t plan on it either, especially now as you felt your eyes becoming heavy with tears.
It was a natural response. You never liked being told off, and right now you felt as if you were a child again, your parents giving you a lecture about your shortcomings. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks in a similar manner, silent and unacknowledged.
You didn’t know when Wolffe had finished laying into you, but when you stopped reflecting on the past and came back to the present moment, you realised that he wasn’t speaking anymore. You hazarded a look at him, once again keeping your chin pointed down. He was just staring down at you, his scowl replaced in favour of a more uneasy frown, finally removing his hand from your wrist.
“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, clearly unsure of how to even approach the situation.
“I’m fine” You replied, and your voice was surprisingly even.
He was still just peering down at you through his creased brow, frozen in his place and out of his depth.
“Why are you crying?” He addressed the situation head on.
“I’m not crying”
“You are”
“I’m n—”
“You are”
You looked to your feet, feeling absolutely infinitesimal under the full scrutiny of his commanding presence.
“Alright fine, maybe I am” You admitted in a whisper.
“Why?” He asked firmly.
“No reason”
“No reason?”
“Yep, no reas—”
“Stop it” He interrupted again, “What’s wrong?”
You let out a long breath, your chest heaving before it escaped your pursed lips. You could taste the saltiness of your tears, and you lifted a hand to wipe one of your cheeks.
“I just don’t like being told off okay? I can’t help it”
“I wasn't telling you off, I was—”
When he didn’t finish his sentence your eyes flicked back up to his. His frown had softened, and he was now chewing on his lip as if he was looking for something to say. You huffed quietly, your cheeks scorching with embarrassment at the whole situation.
“If it's alright with you sir, I'd like to retire to my quarters now” You spoke quietly, trying to escape this situation that was nothing if not awkward.
Wolffe stepped back from you, clearing his throat, “Yeah, go ahead”
You turned back to your door and opened it up. You had only taken one step inside when Wolffe spoke up again.
“Wait”
You turned around, your eyes finding his, flitting between the cybernetic and the natural. His usual scowl was nowhere to be seen, and he just looked at you with a plain expression, something unreadable.
“I don't want to have to tell you off” He said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.
You mustered up a little courage after his change in demeanour, “Then why do you?”
His throat bobbed as he gulped, “I just want you to be safe”
The way that he was staring at you was entirely too much for you to cope with, so you lowered your gaze once again before you replied.
“Thank you sir, I appreciate that”
Wolffe reached up slowly, gently taking your chin and guiding your eyes to his. He gazed upon you with the utmost sincerity and apology as his thumb swept across your still-wet cheek.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you”
“That's oka—”
“It's not” He spoke resolutely, with no room for argument, then softened his voice a little, “You understand that I don't like to be angry with you, right?”
Something about your expression must have conveyed a sense of doubt, because Wolffe frowned when you didn’t reply.
“Do you really think-?”
“I don't think, remember?” You replied, in a oddly humorous way, despite the previous tone of the conversation. Wolffe gave you a disapproving look, and you backtracked, “Sorry Commander”
Wolffe was still holding you face, and the way his eyes were searching yours was making your stomach erupt into butterflies. His gaze was captivating, cementing you in place and rendering you speechless in a completely different way to when he had been scolding you earlier. You didn’t want to be the first one to break away, and thankfully Wolffe came to his senses soon enough.
“I should go”
He dropped his hand from your chin and stepped back. You nodded subtly in reply to his words, still unable to form your own, and he turned to leave with haste.
You watched him walk away as you leaned on your doorway, stalking down the hall with a pace to rival your hurried steps from earlier. His head turned back to you briefly, and you both instantly looked away, you stepping back into your room and closing the door as you felt your cheeks burn hot from being caught watching him.
It felt like something had shifted in your relationship, like something significant had happened. Perhaps it was your inadvertent show of vulnerability, perhaps it was the way his touch set your skin alight. Whatever it was, it was something that you couldn’t take back. Whatever was unsaid between you was coming to light, and you cursed your racing heart for getting ahead of itself.
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You were crouched behind cover, your eyes locked on a trooper that had been knocked to the ground. He wasn’t moving, but going over to see if he was still alive was too risky, even if the focus of the enemy’s fire wasn’t in his direction any longer. You lingered, waiting to see even the slightest twitch of his fingers. He continued to lay motionless, his body sprawled in an uncomfortable position from the heavy blow he had received. You hoped, prayed, and they were answered in an instant, the man’s body curling in on itself as he groaned in pain.
You gulped, and slowly turned to look over your shoulder, only to see Wolffe watching you like a hawk.
“Don't you dare” He shook his head slowly, his voice low, almost a growl.
You hung your head a little, squeezing your eyes closed for a brief moment.
“I'm sorry Commander”
You rushed out from behind the cover, hearing your name being screamed after you in a desperate plea for you to do anything else. You didn’t pay attention, you were solely focused on making it to the trooper.
You pulled the man to his feet, throwing his arm around your shoulders and making your way back to cover, but you were not so lucky as to evade danger. Blasterfire ripped through the air surrounding you, causing you to duck out of its path, and take the injured man down with you.
“Get out of here!” The Commander shouted at you, stepping in front of you and shooting at the droids that had focused their fire in your direction.
You dragged to man the short distance back to cover, and as you were giving him a once over, assessing the issue, Wolffe ordered another medic to take over and tugged you further back from the front lines, around the corner of a crumbling building.
“What the kriff is the matter with you?”
He was angry. More angry than he had ever been, more angry than the previous rotation. And yet, there was a far clearer emotion swimming in his non-cybernetic eye, dripping from his pinched brows, washing over you with every heavy breath he exhaled. Worry, concern, utter distress.
“I thought I made it pretty clear that I don't want you anywhere near the action” He growled, evidently struggling to keep his emotions in check.
Despite his afflicted demeanour, you didn’t feel like having a repeat of the previous rotation, and the adrenaline coursing through your veins only sought to heighten you irritation.
“And I thought I made it pretty clear that I don't appreciate being told off” You grumbled back to him, not feeling brave enough to say it with your chest.
“Then stop doing stupid things!” He rebutted, his voice conveying every inch of exasperation he felt.
You shook your head as you dragged your gaze from him, starting to walk away. You weren’t going to be talked to like this again. For the second time in the last rotation, Wolffe’s hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.
“I'm talking to you”
“Well I'm not talking to you” You snapped, snatching back your arm and finally letting your irritation take over.
At first, Wolffe appeared to be taken aback. You had never so much as argued back at him before, but something about the fire burning in his eye told you that it was welcomed. He wanted you to fight back. He liked that you were fighting back.
“I refuse to be reprimanded for doing the right thing” You continued, letting him hear your true feelings on the matter.
“You refuse?” Wolffe seemed almost amused.
“Yes” You replied, but your confidence was slipping, “I refuse”
Wolffe laughed, taking a step towards you, “And I suppose you think you have the authority to refuse my orders? Seeing as it's the only thing you can seem to do right”
You stepped away from him, but with every step you took, he followed after you. It wasn’t long until he had backed you into the wall, and was towering over you with a challenging look on his face.
“I have free will, is what I have” You puffed out your chest in defiance, causing it to come into contact with his chestplate, “And I will use it to do the right thing, consequences be damned”
“It must be nice to be you, huh?”
You just frowned, not entirely sure what made him say that.
Wolffe’s face became stern, “You just get to flit about, playing the hero when you could so easily become the martyr acting the way you do, claiming it's all about ‘free will’ and ‘doing the right thing’. Well guess what? I don't have those luxuries. If I disobey orders, I get court martialled. I don't have free will, and I don't get to do the right thing, I get to do as I'm told”
You swallowed thickly as your body recoiled from his in shame. From his perspective, your actions certainly seemed silly and plainly misguided. Perhaps they were.
“I'm sorry Commander, I didn’t think—”
“No, you don't think, do you?” He retorted quickly.
You frowned deeply, drawing an enervated sigh from Wolffe.
“I would love to be able to consider what is right and wrong, but I am simply not allowed. Having the ability to think, to form thoughts unique to myself, but not get to enact any sort of ‘free will’, it's—” He breathed deeply, his forearm coming to rest on the wall beside your head, “Oh, the things I would do if I had free will”
His eyes bored into you through heavy eyelids, his self control hanging by a thread. He was so close to you, his body pressing yours into the wall, and it was taking all of your strength to not melt against him.
“What would you do?” You spoke softly, guiding him in the right direction.
He didn’t waste any time in replying.
“I would tell you that the reason I don't want you around the action, the reason I can't stand your stupid moral compass which makes you do stupid things, is because the idea of you getting hurt is my own personal hell. I would grab you and hold you close and keep you safe, I would never let you go. I would—” He puffed out a quick breath, mingling it with your own as he drew impossibly closer, “I would kiss you, and do every other thing I've been dreaming of since the first moment I met you. I would throw all of this away, if I got that chance”
There was not a single one of his words that were processing in your brain. For a moment you just stared at him, shocked, before the surprise melted from your face and you offered every measure of tenderness within you in a single look.
“Wolffe” You whispered, reaching up and placing a hand on his cheek.
His eyes closed at your touch, and his troubled expression eased slightly. He let out a shaky breath as he took in the warmth of your skin on his, but as soon as he had revelled in it for a moment too long, he put up his walls again.
“But it doesn’t matter, because I don't have free will” He stepped back from you but you were determined now, following after him.
“Well I do”
You practically leapt at him, your hands finding the back of his neck and pulling him against you, bringing him into a searing kiss. His hands instantly flung around your waist, tightening around you and drawing you into his body as if he was never going to let go, just as he promised. It was as if he only needed you to be the one that initiated it, and now, he had forgotten everything that was stopping him in the first place.
You let your fingers tangle in the curls at the base of his neck, and he pushed you backwards into the wall again, a soft groan sounding in the back of his throat. One hand came up to cup your cheek, and you were surprised at how softly he held you, a direct contrast to the way that he was devouring your lips, consuming your very soul with only his mouth and tongue.
You had to pull away, gasping for breath, and he did the same. He held you close as you both caught your breath, staring into each other’s eyes with a newfound fondness. It was intoxicating, to see him like this; his chest heaving from having kissed you with such an intensity. You felt like your psyche was being ripped from you with each heavy exhale, and you were watching from outside of your body.
“I'm never letting you go now” He continued to hold onto you like his life depended on it, burying his face in the exposed skin of your neck.
“I thought-”
“Don’t” He rumbled, “I don't care what I said before, there's no going back now”
You sighed blissfully and mirrored him, and coiling your arms around his neck and holding him tightly. The feel of his breath against your neck was heady, deeply exhilarating, but in the quiet of the moment, you couldn’t help but remember you were in the middle of a battle.
“Maybe we should-”
He lifted his head and cut you off with a deep kiss. You were powerless to stop him, but you didn’t care to anyway.
“Just a little longer” He pleaded, his eyes soft and slightly widened, “Please”
You let a small smile lift the edges of your lips, enamoured by the soft side that this kind of treatment brought out of him. It was almost amusing, how different he was acting as compared to his usual authoritative demeanour. He was putty in your hands, and you didn’t quite know how to handle it.
You brushed your lips lightly against his and spoke with a teasing edge, “Yes sir”
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yunholuvrr · 1 year ago
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closed doors pt.1
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summary: poor yunho just can't resist himself, not when you sound like that.
pairing: yeosang x fem!reader, yunho x fem!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: this is just pure smut, yunho is a perv, voyeurism, cheating, unprotected sex, switch!yunho, idk what else to say i blacked out and wrote this in one sitting
part 2
Neither of you heard him walk in. As far as Yeosang was concerned, Yunho would be at work for 3 more hours, and for those 3 hours you were all his. He had some pent up tension that he'd rather take out on you when no one else could hear you scream his name.
Yunho couldn't hear you two either, at least not at first. He set his bags down as usual and made his way to the kitchen for a drink. Only in the silence of scanning the half empty fridge did he start to hear you. Your whining and moaning and unmistakable "Sangie please!" echoing through the apartment. Fuck.
He tries to pick up a soda and tune it out. He could go straight to his room and put on his headset and sink into a round of Valorant. He could forget all about how you were getting fucked senseless just a room over. Right?
"You can take it, right? You're doing so good for me baby," Yeosang grunts, loud enough for Yunho to hear as he shuffles to his room. You can only sigh some string of explicatives and Yunho wonders what he could've possibly been doing to you now. Did he switch positions? Is he using toys on you? Is he just so big that you go stupid? Is he bigger than Yunho? Could you take Yunho, too? Fuck.
He doesn't know how it happens, if you asked him he'd swear up and down that he'd never do such a thing, but within seconds he has his ear pressed to Yeosang's door. The sound of skin hitting skin is much clearer now, and his pace is brutal. Yunho palms the growing bulge in his pants, closing his eyes to try and imagine you more clearly. He probably has you folded in half, ankles on his shoulders and hands gripping the sheets for dear life as he ruins you.
"Sangie please .... I'm so close please," you mumble over and over, orgasm so close you can practically touch it. Yunho's eyes roll back behind his lids, one hand making its way under his pants. He tries to match his strokes to Yeosang's, but the way he's pounding into is nearly inhuman, only turning Yunho on more.
"Do you want to come, love?" A faint click and light buzz gets tossed into the mix. So he does have toys. You cry out even louder and Yunho can't help the small moan that leaves his lips. He instantly clasps his free hand over his mouth, shocked at himself. He barely moans when he's hooking up with someone, but you... you just sound so good getting fucked by his roommate. You sound like you were made to be filled up.
Yunho almost, almost, reaches his own orgasm, lost in his thoughts of you whining under him, pinned down by his hands as he fucks into you endlessly. But the persistent slapping stops, and when he refocuses he hears shuffling right behind the door.
"Let me get you a damp towel, stay there," Yeosang hums before sliding out to the hallway. A lone coke bottle is laying next to his door frame, you must've left it out there before he pulled you inside. He pads into the bathroom and starts running warm water, and that's when Yunho finally lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He had never moved so fast, hand scratching against his zipper as it flew from below his waistband, body silently and expertly slinking into his own room before freezing in place. His muscles relax at the sound of running water and he quietly sinks into his bed.
His dick is still painfully hard, and the adrenaline of almost being caught is only making him hornier. Shouldn't he feel ashamed? But the shame turns him on, too. No matter how much he tries to talk himself out of it, he can't help it. He runs his slender fingers along his member, desperately trying to build up to the pace his ears got accustomed to earlier. Your voice echoes through his head.
He doesn't know how long you've been standing there. Hell, he doesn't even know how long he's been touching himself, slowly coming closer and closer to the edge at the thought of you. You noticed Yunho's bags as you hugged your boyfriend goodbye. He had just gone to get some food, but you welcomed the short break to compose yourself. But when did Yunho get home? Did he know you were there? Might as well say hi, you thought.
Nothing prepared you for the sight in front of you now. He made the mistake of leaving his door a crack open, just enough for you to see him splayed out on his bed. Head tilted back into his pillows, right hand making quick work of his dick, which had to be the biggest you've seen in your life. His face is tinted a cute shade of pink, heart shaped lips parted in pleasure. He genuinely looks gorgeous so close to coming. Your body moved before your mind did.
"Yunho?" Lightly pushing the door open wider, you finally got his attention. He froze, his doe eyes staring at you for a second before shutting in embarrassment.
"Sorry, I was, um," he starts, but you cut him off.
"When did you get home?" He opens his eyes again, staring at you in confusion now. "Early enough to hear us, I suppose?"
You swear his fingers twitch around his dick, "I really didn't mean to intrude on you two..."
"Ah, so that's why you're jerking off by yourself instead?" You take a step closer, fully in his room now. You've been in here a few times, usually to play a game or two with both of them. The air was undeniably different than then though, dripping with unspoken need.
Yunho's beyond confused, but he makes no effort to move as he watches you slowly step closer. You would've left if you didn't want him, right? You wouldn't be so shamelessly staring at his dick if you didn't want him. Right?
"Were you thinking about me this whole time?" You gingerly sit on the edge of his mattress. Everything about this was so wrong, especially when Yeosang could come back at any second. But your brain was clouded by the sight of Yunho touching himself, eager to do the same.
"What are you doing?" His voice wavers, eyes following you. God, he looked so precious like this, scared and exposed but turned on all at the same time.
"You," he shudders at your instant response and you lean over him. There's a moment of hesitation, an acknowledgement from you both of how wrong this is. But neither of you could control yourselves.
He crosses the line first, reaching up and pulling you on top of him into a kiss. It wasn't romantic or thoughtful in the slightest, just spit and tongue and lust moving together. His other hand clinged to your hip, urging you to straddle him. You obliged, biting his lip before leaning back. You couldn't help but roll your hips on top of him, and his grip on you tightened.
"Fuck y/n," he groans, silently begging you to do it again. His cheeks are flushed bright red with shame now, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. He's so fucking pretty under you, you can't help but tease.
"How long have you wanted me like this?" You grind again. The thin sleep shorts you threw on are the only thing separating his aching dick from your heat, and wetness is already starting to seep through. He doesn't respond, only panting and bucking up into you frantically.
"Why'd you stop," he whines, breathless, as you still completely.
"You didn't answer me. How long have you wanted to fuck me, love?" You burn holes into his sweet doe eyes that look back at you, searching for some friction again. "Was today the first time you thought of it?"
"No," he whispers, even more ashamed.
"Then when?" You rest your weight back fully on top of him, only giving enough relief to make him answer.
"Since you started dating him, fuck," he bucks up again and you let him. You wonder how many time's he's listened to you get fucked senseless in the next room over. He's vocal now, groaning at the feeling of precum and your slick covering his dick. When he makes eye contact with you, his shameful sweet appearance has been replaced by something almost animalistic. You give in, knowing Yeosang could be back at any minute, and you need him just as much.
"You're much bigger than him, you know," you coo, sliding your soaked shorts to the side and lining yourself up, "but you don't know how to pleasure me like he does. Not yet, anyway."
"Please," he sighs at the sight, "you can do whatever you want to me. Please just do it already."
You only mumble a small "needy" as you lower yourself onto him, taking him fully. It's quick and it burns and you feel the slightest sense of guilt at being filled up by someone who isn't your boyfriend, but it's all worth it for the choked moans that escape Yunho's mouth. If you thought he was pretty earlier, he's fucking beautiful now. Eyes closed, brows furrowed in pleasure, a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead in sweat, lips swollen and parted as he takes in shaky breaths. God, he's perfect.
It doesn't take long for you to start moving in tandem, rolling and bouncing like your life depends on it. One of his hands traces up your side to rest on your boob, squeezing harshly every so often. Before you know it, he plants his feet firmly behind you and pulls you down, setting his own pace. He wraps both arms around your torso and pounds into you relentlessly, nothing but the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
"Is this how he fucks you, hm?" He growls into your ear and you choke out a cry because yes, this is exactly how Yeosang was fucking you not even an hour before. And it felt so good, so so good, but this feels so much better. Yunho fills you up in no way you've ever felt before, and his frame is so big you couldn't escape if you tried.
He pulls your hair down, forcing you into the crook of his neck. All you can feel is him moving beneath you, grunting into your ear as he finally gets what he so badly wanted. And then he stills.
"Why'd you stop baby?" You look up, ears ringing from the sudden silence. But when you meet his gaze, he's staring at the door. Your stomach drops.
"It's not what it..." Yunho chokes out, frozen in place.
"I knew you liked him babe," Yeosang calmly walks into the room, cap covering his eyes, takeout bag still in hand, "but you could've just asked me. I would've said yes."
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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 1 year ago
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For everyone’s entertainment (because according to my friend, it’s hilarious that I’ve fucked to nearly every gvf song) -
Greta Songs that I have done the deed to and how I rank them:
Age Of Machine, 10/10 - this one hit. I can’t even begin to explain it. If you haven’t put this song on your filthy playlist, it should be on there. Go do it.
The Archer, 10/10 - Gah damn. That’s all I can even say about this one.
The Barbarians, 10/10 - Obviously. I mean, come on. Good shit.
Frozen Light, 10/10 - That bass line? She’s sexy, so therefore… it fits a sexy environment.
Fate Of The Faithful, 9.5/10 - This one is down right NASTY. Like holy fuck I’d let this song put a baby in me. DAYUM when I tell y’all this one just hits different. Jesus christ.
Stardust Chords, 9/10 - I know what y’all are probably thinking… but it’s so good.
The Falling Sky, 9/10 - Was definitely adding to the intensity. In the right situation, this shit will get you railed.
Built By Nations, 9/10 - Once again… if the vibes are right, shit will get you railed. It’s heavenly, really.
The Weight Of Dreams, 9/10 - This shit was almost like an otherworldly experience. The guitar solo??? Yeah. Mhm. Orgasmic.
Meeting The Master, 8.5/10 - The change in intensity throughout this song is really what makes it so good to me.
Sacred The Thread, 8/10 - This shit… whew. The drums sell it. The rhythm is immaculate, tbh.
Brave New World, 8/10 - would have NEVER truly expected this one to hit as hard as it did. Good god.
My Way Soon, 8/10 - This one is solid. If it played again while I was doing it, I wouldn’t be mad at all.
Watching Over, 7.5/10 - I can’t say it let me down. It didn’t. It doesn’t always fit the vibes, though.
Lover, Leaver (Taker, Believer), 7/10 - Again, could absolutely dig it in the right situation, otherwise I would deem it a little much.
The Indigo Streak, 6.5/10 - While the solo is sooo fuckinggg sexy, the song overall would not be my first choice, but I don’t dislike it, either.
Safari Song, 6.5/10 - this one was pretty fun after you get beyond Josh’s scream at the beginning 💀
Age Of Man, 6.5/10 - This one would genuinely be sooo much higher on the list, if it didn’t make me so damn emotional.
The Cold Wind, 6/10 - this one’s crazy but… on the occasion I like it.
Light My Love, 6/10 - Unless you’re trying to be all sweet and sappy, I’d stay away from this one… but it was lovely. I won’t lie. I liked it.
Trip The Light Fantastic, 5.5/10 - I loved it and also felt weird about it all at once???
Caravel, 5/10 - I… As sexy as the bass line is, for some reason it just didn’t quite scratch the itch in my brain all the way.
Talk On The Street, 5/10 - Before actually fucking to it, I would have said, “hell yeah, I bet this one would be great!” But it’s just mid.
Heat Above, 5/10 - So sweet… but i’d rather not have flashbacks to my greta show and suddenly be on the verge of tears.
Highway Tune, 4.5/10 - I tried it simply because Jake said it was in a sex scene…
Tears Of Rain, 4/10 - Lowkey… could have put this higher, but also I have to mentally prepare for this song or I will cry. Sooo… idk.
Broken Bells, 3/10 - Great if you like choking on sobs while having sex.
Flower Power 2/10 - This one played on accident… And i did lay there contemplating leaning over and skipping it.
You’re The One, 1/10 - I just… I can’t. It’s TOO sweet, like in a little highschool crush kind of way.
Farewell For Now, 0/10 - This one couldn’t have played at a worse time and I hated every second of it. Love the song, but not for THAT.
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34saveme34 · 29 days ago
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let's see um, so
Idk if I can prepare so many fun fact about my AUs but I'll try since maybe no one's interested I still don't like to go back on word like that
so uh
magical first
this isn't spoiler of century because they won't have a huge role but I do plan to make both Minion and Lucinia, yeah from Meta Runner. meta runner is awesome if you didn't watch it yet you SHOULD it made me like Tari even more
I think I mentioned this briefly but.... among the cast, 3 has history with a certain someone which will be hard to handle for both haha!
on that point yea I named him Trey but after some confusion he'll find his place. in ep 2, like, I'm not kidding he'll get there. Yes I did name him Trey because it means 3
on that case btw, I'm a huge misspeller and I keep accidentally writing it as tray like an utter fool
after ep 2 I think the next one will have to do w Meggy, as I'm thinking about it it's what would make the most sense. I'll try my best pacing out meeting characters lol
Now some for Ties!
as most of you know, I'm planning it to have 3 more parts! A sort of filler part with 3's café event which I think mentioned before is a sort of maid/butler event thing so like- stay tuned becaaauuuuseeeee
your sonas and ocs will get a chance to appear!! I'll just need to reach a comfortable space in writing the fic before I make it an official thing. don't want to overwhelm myself immediately
the next 2 after it- the one before last has to do with Tari (with a side of Meggy so it's gay, but also it'll have some meta runner stuff too) and then the last one having basically everyone and having like- sort of a final showdown
someone will insult Puzzles's taste in men
Now some Big Eyes! for those who know the blog, lol, yea I know it looks abandoned
a comeback is planned. maybe when other stories conclude I'll have more headspace for it
Axol and Desti have been surviving together for a while in that... space...
Desti at some point.... talked about being shot at..... I wonder who that could've been......
I don't have a set ending for the blog yet! I have some ideas but nothing I liked enough just yet
SMG3 doesn't feel pain for a very very good reason :) but he will haha! doo with that what you will
also this has been bothering me but there's several I guess tiny hints about a huge reveal on the blog already. a certain someone already knows but I helped them find out so they're not allowed to say it!! but it's a really cool and fun twist that will make you scratch your head even more about the situation!
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Hi River Can I please order a cinnamon roll? Fandom: Bridgerton. I usually ask for stranger things ones so this might be interesting
I am bi so match me with anyone
If I were in the bridgerton universe, I’d probably be a new debutante but I’d want to have a career as an opera singer since I sing opera irl. I love music! I can’t go to school without my earbuds because school is loud and I need to tune things out.
I am socially anxious and introverted. I have a lot of thoughts but I have a hard time saying them sometimes. When I’m around my friends and close family I am energetic and goofy.
I like to sketch and draw things. I suck at painting though. I have a dog named Poppy and she’s my best friend and I love her so much.
I also like to read and write from time to time. I like to make up scenarios in my head.
Idk what else to put haha
i ship you with- benedict bridgerton
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you guys would bond over your love for the arts; him his paintings and you your opera. the first time he hears you sing he's just in complete awe of you.
would also definitely match your goofy energy and lives that you get that way around him cause he knows that means you're comfortable around him.
would also help you out during social events by never leaving your side, constantly checking in to make sure that you're still okay. and the second you want to leave, he has no problem getting away from the scene just to spend time with you.
would teach you to paint if you wanted to learn. loves your little doodles and keeps every single one.
his favorite moments with you is just you, him, and poppy lounging around doing nothing all day while you read to him. would just lay cramped on the couch with you while scratching poppy's ears cause he loves her and how much she means to you.
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a/n: singing opera is so cool?! like that's so impressive im obsessed
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sunshine-embry · 4 months ago
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Because I need to yap part 2
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/sunshine-mari/757294549550891008/just-because-i-need-to-yap-about-my-opinions-3
I'm not going to explain what this is again 🙄
Halloween: I really like both versions of this song :)
The Broadway instrumental, specifically adding the saxophone is really cool to me :)
I don't like how the Broadway version combined the first chorus and second chorus and got rid of the Jeremy and Brooke conversation.
I really the part they added to the end, foreshadowing that Rich sets a fire (and burns down the house)
Do You Wanna Hang?: I think we can all agree this song is uncomfortable, and thus the following I'm about to say doesn't mean I support sexual harassment or like this song.
Don't kill me, but I actually kinda like this song?? I don't know how to describe it, but I kinda relate to it? (I have been sexually harassed before 😞)
Besides that, I actually really kinda like the conversation part they added in the middle. Idk why, I just do.
That's enough of that.
Michael In The Bathroom: It's kinda the same in both versions?? I mean, I kinda like the Broadway version better but idk why.
The Smartphone Hour (Rich Set A Fire): When I first listened to the Broadway version, I didn't really like it. I don't exactly remember why, but I think it was because of Broadway Jenna?
Now it is my preferred version. We love the smartphone hour girls <3 That's about it though.
The Pants Song: I fricken love the Broadway version. I think it might be because during the conversation between Michael and Jeremy's dad, a guitar cover of Michael In The Bathroom plays.
I just wish my vinyl of the Broadway cast of BMC (only during the pants song) didn't come completely scratched when I got it 😒
The Pitiful Children: Where do I even begin?
First, I really like the electric guitar added in the Broadway version at the beginning.
The new lyrics are fine. They go along with the story better, but I prefer the original lyrics.
Also JASON TAM'S SINGING VOICE IS SO FRICKIN GOOD WTF. (I just wish the voice he does matched better with it 😞)
The conversation between Jeremy and Jenna makes me laugh so hard wtf. ALSO, SPEAKING OF JENNA, THE RIFFS SHE DOES IS SO GOOD WTF LET ME HAVE THOSE VOCAL CHORDS.
Also you can hear Jeremy and The Squip during the last chorus singing together better in the Broadway version.
Also, I love the random addition of Rich in the end. It's so fricken funny for no reason, I'm literally laughing while thinking about it (no offense, it's just funny to my broken humor brain)
I think that's it?
The Play: Once again, this is just six minutes of talking 😔 (Also I never listened to the two river version, but shhh 🤫(I might make a separate post of all of the song references in this tho bcuz I am mentally unwell))
OH also btw I like how Christine's voice at the end smoothly transitions into a synth.
Voices In My Head: Can we all agree that all of the characters in BMC need to go to therapy 🤠
Anyway, the new lyrics in the second verse are fine. All of the changes are just fine. idc about the Broadway version that much, but I do like how Jeremy asks out Christine using bowling alley performance arts even though it sounds like he's saying it sooo quickly to fit in with the rythym 😭
What I DON'T like however, is that the beginning sounds sped up so I think I accidentally bumped the tune thing or whatever on my record player because that is the only way I listen to the Broadway version.
I also like how Rich's lisp is more pronounced.
Jerem'ys WOOHOO MAKES ME SO DAMN HAPPY WHAT?
The Squips sounds like a vaccum in the Broadway version
"You ready?" MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT!! JUST TWO WORDS MAKES ME START CRYING WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? /srs
I cry at the end every time
Ranking
Idk, a ranking of all the songs in both versions because this isn't long enough.
Two River Ver
Upgrade
Halloween
Do You Wanna Ride?
The Squip Song
Michael In The Bathroom
The Smartphone Hour
The Pitiful Children
Be More Chill Part 1
More Than Survive
I Love Play Rehersal
The Pants Song
Two-Player Gae
Be More Chill Part 2
More Than Survive Reprise
The Play
Voices In My Head
Do You Wanna Hang?
A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into
Broadway Ver
Loser Geek Whatever
Upgrade
Sync Up
The Squip Song
The Smartphone Hour
I Love Play Rehersal
Michael In the Bathroom
Halloween
Do You Wanna Ride?
Do You Wanna Hang? (Again, I don't support sexual harassment. Read the blurb about it above for details why it's at number ten)
Be More Chill Part 1
The Pitiful Children
More Than Survive
The Pants Song
Be More Chill Part 2
Two Player Gae
The Play
Voices In My Head
A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into
I you want me to go in depth about my opinions, maybe I will in the future, maybe I'll never bring this up again.
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pepsiiwho · 1 year ago
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Thank u for rb-ing the ask game. Here are 5000 asks: ♥️, 🎁 , 👓, 💕, 🍬, and 💌. These are just for you to keep: 💖💓💓♥️💞💕💘💞💘💗❤️💘💘♥️💖💓💖❤️💖💞💓💞💖💗
So many things here should I even answer this in one big thing....
This one is getting it's own post I have too much to say for it but the short answer is "[sound here] sounded like rocks hitting a wall" if you actually read my work you should know this one it's my calling card at this point.
It gets long after this sorry guys
2. This one isn't anything you'd like, a shame I just sent it to you but here's a little piece of the most recent WIP I have as of (checks watch) 3 hours ago. BG3 WIP Title pending.
The woman walks out with her tail between her legs, literally, and Alabaster watches the door close soundlessly behind her as if commanded. The silence between them sits for a moment a second or two before Alabaster speaks. “She's pretty. You might have a type though.”  “What are you doing here?” She didn’t think a sleep-ruffled Astarion would be the one she’d be interacting with when she decided to pay a visit today, but the sight is pleasing all the same. His hair is as white as it’s ever been, only a touch longer. She isn’t sure if actual vampires are capable of being surprised (something something the alertness of darkness or something) but the expression on Asraion’s face was what she would coin as ‘your lover coming home to see you with your mistress' . “You missed me?” He asks. It doesn’t come out like a question, as breathy as it sounds.  “I missed you” She responds. She rolls her shoulders, getting ready for the dance that is talking to Astarion. “I also need your help.”  “You came back because you need me?” There's a sharp smile slowly making it’s way onto his face, laughlines bending to build the expression. He’s sitting up, moving to reach her height. She nods, pulling at the tightly wound strings in his chest, plucking absently.  “I need you.” She responds. Talking to him feels like playing an instrument you haven't touched in a long time, slowly allowing muscle memory to take over so the music can once again be moved by your masterful hands. He smiles full now, as if realizing something she doesn’t know, and she’s reminded that you never really forget how to tune an instrument.
3. What helps me focus when I write... booty shaking music for throwing ass OR hating whatever is happening around me. no in-between.
4. This is a really hard question because if we mean like, emotionally? I could cop out and give a three way tie between Complimentary Soap (it isn't good I'm just nostalgic), Nintendo Direct (Circa June 2021) (it is good and I'm nostalgic) and Like A Brick In The Wall (good and new but god it's chaptered.) But, right now I'm gonna say my most recent fic I posted Going Home; All Over Again. I really love it even tho no one will ever read it (save you). The curse of rare pairs.
5. Okay another long one let's go. I'm only counting things with multiple pics posted...
HADES -
I Missed You Terribly And Like A Dream— You Appeared, Smiling At Me, Just So
Most of my stuff from here isn't good anymore, and while there's another that's more self indulgent and scratches the itch inside my body that aches dully for more Hypnos content at all times, this one reads the best rn. So it win.
HAIKYUU-
Tequilas, Margaritas and Seawater
everything in this fandom is old and arguably bad so nostalgia points carry weight here. This. one was a gift and idk why but it reads amazingly. holds up still
FE3H -
Like A Brick In The Wall
All fe fics are the DEVIL because of any in this list I CARE about these the most no competition. Anyway. This fic didn't win the previous bracket of my fav fic ever but it is my fav in the tag. Don't ask me to explain. I'm sorry.
CSM -
I Squint Out My Peripheral, Peaking Through My Fingers To See You
I don't work here man... I hate this goddamn pic its so good.
DRV3-
Nintendo Direct (Circa June 2021)
She's gonna do it every time... V3 hospital au I lOVE you.
(Listing out my written fandoms like this is the saddest thing ever my GOD I'm cringey)
6. I feel like the tropes I love most I never write myself... it's honestly kinda fandom specific but across the board...? Royalty au. not regency but kinda. A little to the left.
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tea-time-with-london · 1 year ago
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No so much of a confession, but you're sooo real for mostly consuming x reader or self insert content. Maybe it's a bit sexual but the fics my friends read are so much worse when it comes to character accuracy. (I'm basing this all on Steve content) At least in x reader content, the majority of fics is cute and not straight up mean to the character they like (aka nobody would treat Steve the way Eddie treats him in the majority of Steddie fics. Even the party treats Steve better in x reader content than in other fics where they bully him in order to put him into his place for no reason other than fun, I guess). Like I don't know why it's considered cringe or a less respectable way of writing fics. I'm currently writing my own, and it's so hard to make a new character from scratch and work them into the world without making them too 2 dimensional.
Plus, due to watching the show so often and viewing the characters the way they are outside of ships, I literally can't ship any of the major teen pairings. It's too messy for my liking. And when I read fics and they leave out the messiness, which they often do, it doesn't feel authentic to the character. Like, no, Steve wouldn't love Robin for dating his ex he still has feelings for. Robin and Steve's friendship would suffer if Ronance would happen. Or Steve pining after Jonathan after Nancy cheated with Jonathan on Steve would be so ooc for him. Because everyone has a messy history, I can't enjoy ships bc it takes away from the actual characters. (The only reason I don't ship Steddie is that Eddie is literally dead and Steve wasn't too upset about it, and it's something I can't tune out)
X reader content isn't perfect by any means, esp because it can be cruel to canon love interests (Nancy, for example), but tbh that's also a problem with character ship fics. Or the characters are not accurate enough because of romance issues. Again, it's also a huge problem in ship fics. And I rather enjoy ooc fics where it's at least not done in order to be malicious towards a character. I can only speak for Steve tho. I know Eddie in x reader content is so ooc because people perceive him as a bad boy and are so stereotypical with him. But that also kinda translated into steddie fics.
Idk I just enjoy x reader content, esp for Steve, because he has no good love interest in the actual I could get behind with shipping. I can't just blend out the history he has with others (Nancy and Jonathan).
Idk if that was even coherent lmao. I'm sorry
Yeah, reader inserts are definitely the way to go for me! And don't worry, I get what you're saying. I don't typically read Steve x Show Character, but I've occasionally dabbled in some Steve x Nancy fics just to see how I feel about it, and I enjoy those because most of the fics I've seen analyze their relationship, and they're not rude to each other in the fics. If I'm reading fics where Steve is paired up with someone in the show, for me it has to be a ship that would honest to God make sense canonically, and Steddie or Stonathan do not fall in that category.
And there's nothing wrong with Reader Insert fics. Nothing at all. It's a trend to hate on Reader Inserts, and to me that's just plain stupid. I get it, reading "Y/N" over and over can be silly, but there's so many well written Reader Insert fics in the fandom. Thank you Reader Insert writers for being amazing!!!! <3
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repurposedmeatlocker · 2 years ago
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2. 3 movies you have rewatched many time
3. 3 songs that mean something to you
34. 3 people in history that inspire you the most
2. 3 movies you have rewatched many times Gonna try and make this the most objectively varied list that I can
Watership Down (1978) - replayed this a LOT growing up to the point that it is what most of my family members recount to me about watching movies with me when I was a kid.
The Goonies (1985) - one of my favorite movies as a kid as well as now. This reminds me that I've been meaning to rewatch it, actually.
The Blind Side (2009) - this one I'm putting for shits and giggles because it was playing on ABC Family ALL the time for some reason. Idk what it was about this movie or the agreement they had for showing it on TV, but it was always on no matter the occasion. Idk if I just had a lack of things to do, but I would watch it every time it was on. I haven't seen it in quite some time, but I am willing to bet my opinion of it has changed a lot since then.
3. 3 songs that mean something to you
"A Quick One Before The Eternal Worm Devours Connecticut" by Have A Nice Life - really emotionally vivid song to me. It is something to be experienced, for sure. I feel like the song can be interpreted in multiple ways, but no matter what this interpretation is required viewing.
"Tapioca Tundra" by The Monkees - such a great tune both musically and lyrically. Michael Nesmith's songwriting is always so underrated, and I just think it is a lovely testament to the power of the creative vision.
"Brave As A Noun" by AJJ - this song has been sticking by me for a while now since first hearing it. Scratches an itch in me. As always with AJJ songs, I like that it is honestly melancholic but has this kind of stubborn optimism to it, if that makes sense. Might just be me.
34. 3 people in history that inspire you the most THIS IS REALLY HARD LOL. It is so hard to just pick a general idea of people I find inspirational. I guess I am mostly inspired by people in an artistic sense, but as far as morals or actions go, I don't really go by people in history. I don't feel like that is fair to them or myself.
Mark Twain - Idk I am very invested in his life story, life, views, and personality. His writing style also appeals to me. He is one of the main writers I think of whenever I am tasked with writing something.
Leonardo da Vinci - kind of basic ig?? His art is obviously beautiful, but he also was such an interesting person.
Beatrix Potter - I really liked her books growing up. I assume it really fed into my love of anthropomorphic animals. As with the two other people listed here, her life story is also worth looking into.
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topguncortez · 2 years ago
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What about a follow-up to the Rooster/Reader pregnancy fic featuring Maverick and “ i saw the pregnancy test in the trash. ” ??
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pairing: teenage Bradley Bradshaw x teenage Y/N Mitchell part 2 to THIS fic:) prompts list
A/N: am I about to make this a friends to lovers series. . . idk, stay tuned
|| masterlist || kofi || whumptober ||
It wasn’t very often that Mav had a day during the week off, but since he was currently on thin ice with his new admiral, he was given the day off. Y/N was at school, so the house was unusually quiet for him. He was used to hearing her talk on the phone with one of her friends, or her playing music, or her tv on.
Maverick wasn’t used to having the whole day to do nothing by himself, so he decided to finally tackle the growing to-do list for his house. They had lived at this house for over ten years, and Maverick did what he could to keep up on repairs. Only thing was. . .Maverick was a pilot, not a repair man. The repairs only lasted for so long until they were broken again. It was one of the things his ex-wife, Jamie, complained about. That Maverick had too much pride to call an actual repairman. 
“Fix the overhead fan in Y/N’s bathroom,” Maverick mumbled to himself reading the list, “Didn’t I just fix that?” 
He grabbed his tools and headed towards his daughter’s room. He cursed her slightly, seeing the mess in her room. He wasn’t ever too hard on her about keeping a clean house like his dad was, but he told her that the mess stays in her room. Maverick stepped into her bathroom, and looked up at the ceiling where the fan was. He placed his hands on his hips as he inspected in, flipping the switch and hearing a loud clanking sound. 
“That didn’t happen before,” Maverick winced and turned the fan off. He looked around the bathroom, seeing what he could find to possibly use to step up on to reach the cover of the fan, when he spotted something. He furrowed his eyebrows as he stepped towards the trashcan in the corner. His jaw dropped, and he felt his heart race. He quickly left the bathroom, leaving his tools right where they were, and went for his car. 
There was one person in this world who knew Maverick better than himself, and that was Tom Kazansky. Even though he lived on the other side of the country, Maverick and Ice still kept in touch, sending texts almost every day and calling at least once a week (sometimes more if Maverick got himself in trouble). Maverick had learned to trust Iceman after their first mission in 1986, and Ice had become Maverick’s closest confidant. When Jamie left Maverick about ten years ago, and he was left to be a single parent, it was Ice that he called first. And right now, it was the same thing. Maverick sat on a park bench and dialed his number, waiting for the line to pick up. 
“Don’t tell me you got yourself grounded again,” Tom’s voice sounded through the receiver. 
“No, not this time,” Maverick said with a laugh, “How are things?” 
“Good, kids are good, wife is happy. Now I know you didn’t call to talk about me. What’s up?” 
“It’s Y/N.” 
“She sneaked out again? I told you, kids do that-” 
“I think she’s pregnant,” Maverick said, cutting him off, “I was going to fix something in her bathroom, and I saw the box in her trash.” 
“Oh,” Ice said, “You talk to her?” 
“I’m not even sure how to,” Maverick scratched the back of his neck, “They don’t really cover this topic in flight school.” 
“No,” Tom laughed, “They don’t. I guess all you can do right now is ask her. She’s probably scared, and that would make sense why she didn’t say anything. You can’t jump to conclusions right now.” 
“I just. . . I thought she would come to me with this sort of thing. I didn’t think she would be sneaking around and not telling me if there was something wrong.” 
“Pete, there is no one in the world that girl trusts more than you. . . well maybe Bradley, but that’s different. She’s probably scared you will be mad at her. She’s not even out of high school yet, and her life is possibly going to change forever. She needs you now more than ever. So you can’t keep fucking up.” 
“When did this become an intervention?” 
“Pete. . . “ 
“Sorry.” 
Tom sighed, and shifted in his desk chair. His blue eyes glanced at the picture of his wingman and his daughter. The little girl looked up at her dad with those same green eyes as him, “She’s all you got. Jamie ran off, you keep being sent to BFE for doing stupid shit. No wonder she hasn’t come to you about this. She’s spent more time alone in the past three years than she has in her entire life. You need to stop this reckless bullshit, and be there.” 
Maverick looked down at his shoes and sighed. Ice was right. Maverick had been proving that he was still the same Pete Mitchell from 1986, who was the reckless flyboy. Maverick knew the only reason why he was still stateside and not overseas is because of Ice. And he knew that Y/N probably knew that too. 
“Talk to her,” Ice said, “And be nice about it. Especially when she tells you who the father is.” 
“Why would I get mad about that?” 
“Cause I have a feeling it’s someone we both know,” Ice said, and then looked at the picture of a young Bradley Bradshaw and Y/N Mitchell, both with braces on their teeth, side by side on the front steps of the Naval Academy, “I gotta go. I’ll leave my phone on in case Y/N calls for help to bail you out of jail.” 
“It was one time,” Maverick rolled his eyes. He said goodbye to Ice and hung up. 
— — — 
Y/N was a bit shocked to see her dad’s care in the driveway when she got home from school. Usually Maverick didn’t make an appearance until closer to dinner time. She noticed that the garage door was also up, meaning he probably attempted to fix something, and Y/N would have to either call a repairman or Bradley to come help fix it. 
“Dad! I’m home!” Y/N called out as she walked through the door. She kicked off her shoes and set her bag by the steps. She walked into the kitchen, and jumped at the sight of her father sitting at the table, picking at his hands, “Hey. . .” 
“Hey,” Maverick said, “Take a seat.” 
“Are you leaving again?” Y/N said, her voice restricting as she tried to fight back tears. 
“No, sweetheart,” Maverick said, hating that look in her eye. It was the same look her mother gave him when he would tell her that he was being deployed again. He had seen it a couple times in Y/N’s eyes and he hated it, “Please, sit. We need to talk.” Y/N nodded and took a seat across from him. Maverick let out a sigh as he sat back in his chair, and rubbed his sweaty hands on his jeans. He thought back to his conversation with Ice earlier. 
“Okay, what is going on, cause you are starting to-” 
“Are you pregnant?” 
“What?” Y/N said, feeling her heartbeat in her throat. 
“I saw the pregnancy test in the trash.” 
“You went through my room!?” 
“That’s what you’re concerned about right now?” Maverick said, “At least next time hide the evidence a little bit better. But you didn’t answer the question.” 
Y/N clenched her jaw, and turned her head, not trying to let her dad see the tears in her eyes. She hated these types of conversations. She had them with Maverick before, when she got caught sneaking out, when she stole from the liquor cabinet, when she colored on the walls as a child. 
“Y/N,” Mav said softly and she turned her head to face him. 
“I’m sorry,” She gasped out and Maverick moved from his spot to wrap her in a hug. Y/N let out a sob as her father wrapped her up in his arms. He rubbed her back as she cried in his arms. He hated seeing her cry, it was one of the worst things a parent would have to go through. 
“It’s okay,” Maverick said, “I’m not mad. I am more upset that you didn’t come to me about this.” 
Y/N pulled away from her dad, and wiped her eyes, “I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t know what to do.” 
“Well,” Maverick took a deep breath, as he sat back in his chair, and tried to remember all the reading he did about twenty minutes before Y/N came home, “First thing is, have you been to a doctor?” 
“Just the free clinic on base,” Y/N mumbled, and fiddled with the sleeves of her jacket, “I might’ve used the fact that I know the commander of the pacific fleet as leverage for them to not call you.” 
Maverick rolled his eyes, “Well, first thing tomorrow morning, we’ll get you set up with a doctor. I can ask some of my co-workers for recommendations.” 
“I already asked Lieutenant Mills for a list.” 
“Christine knows?” 
“I had to tell someone! I didn’t know what to do. Swore her to secrecy.” 
“Proud of you for using your resources, but I should’ve known. . . third? I guess,” Maverick chuckled, “Okay so, doctor, tomorrow. And then. . . we go from there. You graduate in a couple months, and then-” 
“I deferred my acceptance to U.V.A. Going to community college for the first two years.” 
“What about the father? Does he know?” 
And that was the second conversation Y/N was trying to avoid. She wanted to hold out on having the conversations about the pregnancy and paternity of her child until her and Bradley had a chance to actually talk through what they were going to tell Maverick. Bradley promised that he would be there with her when she told Maverick, wanting to sort of act like a buffer in case things went sideways.
“Yeah uh. . .it’s-” 
“Y/N!” Y/N closed her eyes at the sound of the one voice she didn’t want to hear right now. Maverick looked at her wide eyes as the front door shut and foot steps approached them, “I got your text about studying for the chem exam. You didn’t text me back so I didn’t know. . . when you. . .I’m interrupting something,” Bradley said as he walked into the Mitchell kitchen. 
Y/N looked up slowly at her father, giving him a tight lipped smile. Maverick looked between the two of them, closing his eyes and letting out a scoff. 
“At least its Bradley, and not some bum,” Maverick said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You plan on sticking around?” 
“More than you ever have,” Bradley said, and Y/N looked up at him with a glare, “Sorry. But yeah, I do. This is my kid too, I plan on being there. I’m not going to the academy anymore, so she’ll have me close by.” 
Maverick felt the sting of Bradley’s words as he spoke, “Alright. I’ll let you guys get to studying. But, first thing tomorrow-” 
“Doctor, got it,” Y/N said, reiterating her father’s words. Maverick nodded and kissed his daughter’s forehead before retreating down the hall to his office. Y/N waited a moment until she heard the door to his office shut, before smacking Bradley’s across the arm. 
“Ow! What was that for?!” 
“For walking into my house uninvited,” She then hit him again. 
“Ow! What was that one for!?”” 
“And that was for bringing up him pulling your papers,” And then, she hit him once again.
“OW! WHAT WAS THAT ONE FOR?!”.” 
“That was for getting me pregnant,” Y/N giggled and Bradley rolled his eyes. He brought her in for a hug, and kissed the top of her forehead. They still hadn’t talked much about that night, and neither one knew how to bring it up. For all they knew, they were still just friends. . . having a baby. 
“Well, the hard part is over now,” Bradley smiled, and pulled away from her. 
“Yeah. . . hard part,” Y/N said, and sighed, sitting back down in her chair as she watched Bradley go through her fridge looking for food. 
Maverick sat down in his office chair with a sigh, as he looked at the family picture on his desk. It was of Y/N, Bradley, Carole, Goose and himself, days before Goose’s death. Jamie didn’t want to make the trip to California to see Maverick during TOPGUN. But Carole, being the saint that she was, made the trip with two toddlers so that Y/N could see her dad. Little did they know, that was the last picture they would ever take together. 
“I wonder what you would say, Goose,” Maverick whispered to the picture, “Our kids having a baby together. I owe you both twenty bucks. Never thought it’d happen.”
He looked from the picture down to his hands as a tear fell from his eye. Maverick had felt guilty about what he did to Bradley, pulling his papers and making him have to choose a different plan for his career. But, it made sense now that Bradley was going to be a father. He had hoped that maybe Bradley could see where Maverick was coming from, trying to keep Bradley alive long enough to see the birth of his child.
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applesontheground · 3 years ago
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baited 📞
hi guys! more scream stuff? more scream stuff!
i’ve been wrestling with this one for a bit now, idk what about billy is so hard for me, but i think it’s finally at a point where i’m at least satisfied with it. hope you guys are, too. ;; ❤
and i do have another part to this on the way, and while billy won’t be making a cameo in it his friend mr. macher will. so, stay tuned ;)
SFW | Word Count: 1,214 | Billy Loomis x GN Reader
contains: light college AU
📞 baited | reeled | released 📞
He had become a whisper in your ear, one that you couldn’t shake out or drown out with the scratch of your pencil in the few hours a week that you had to sit near him. Even when he was quiet, he lingered on the outside recesses of your mind like a shadow.
Maybe that was a dramatic way to frame some kid from class that wouldn’t shut the hell up, but it was the last few weeks of the semester, and you were fucking sick of it.
Sitting in the same row of the lecture hall as him wasn’t a death sentence, of course, and some days he knew how to keep a lid on it. Today, though, you had spent forty minutes trying to listen to the teacher talk but he would just keep speaking to whoever would listen. You were sure it wasn’t you, but occasionally when you glanced over your shoulder he’d be sending a glance in your direction, eyes briefly connecting just for you to divert them again and jaw wound tight as he mumbled on. How he knew you were unable to not listen to him, you weren’t sure; you could suppose there had been a few expressions caught from the side that you just couldn’t have kept to yourself.
“It doesn’t make sense,” He huffed, index finger on the desk tapping as he spoke, as if to take tempo of his own droning, “I mean, who made ‘Village of the Damned’?”
“John Carpenter directed it.” You couldn’t stop from replying this time, eyes shooting to your desk and making him shift the awed smirk over at you. “That’s right, [Y/N]. Great director. What of it, though?” A couple kids were giving looks that asked why you had said anything at all. Brushing it off, you sat a little straighter in your seat. With your stare towards the front of the hall, you replied, “The greats of the craft can miss the mark, Loomis. Come on.”
“But to fall that far from grace?” He egged you on, and you adjusted uncomfortably in your chair and replied in a way that made your mouth barely move, “Happens.” You had to bite your tongue to ask him why he cared so much, and as the professor’s voice droned out further while you only stared harder, unable to break the web you were now caught in, you realized that he may not even be talking about John Carpenter.
The first word that broke through the veil of your misguided concentration was the man at the front of the room’s first signal that he was finished speaking. You looked down to your bag and nowhere else as you took it from where it sat by your feet, and with a spring in your step you cascaded down the steps to the door. A surge filled your chest, made it hard to breathe as you ducked out of the room. You weren’t even sure if he was following you, and part of you assured yourself that he wasn’t, you were just paranoid.
While that was true at first, it didn’t take long for him to catch on.
“Look like you’re in a hurry, speed demon.” Your breath hitched as you had neared the end of the hall, stopped by a corkboard on the wall and pinned to it by eyes that were sharper than any tack. You choked out, “I-I am!” His lips pursed, teeth mulling over the bottom one as you explained with a point down the way you were headed while you stared down the barrel of his pupils, “I’ve got a class right after this one.”
“Which one? Come on, I’ll walk with you.” He hummed, casual despite breaking that cold sweat from your body. You sneered, trying to cover it as a smile as you chuckled, “What do you have going on, Loomis?” He grinned back, even motioned you to walk with him, and since you were distracted by the conversation, you warily followed. “You don’t usually hop into the conversation like that, is all. What,” He smiled slightly, breathing shallow as he asked, “You like movies?”
“As much as the next guy.” You held the door for him as the two of you stepped outside, squinting in the mid-morning sun. He hummed, “Well, couldn’t help but notice since you almost jumped at the mere mention of a John Carpenter movie. You a fan of the scary ones?”
You scoffed at that, but when he was staring rather level with you, you admitted, “Yeah, I do.”
“Got a favorite?”
“Where are you going with this?” You stopped again, cocking your head slightly at him. He wasn’t making anything subtle, staring at you all the time in class and seeming to try and speak on things that got a twitch in the face or a glance backwards. You weren’t dumb, and that was seeming to dawn on him as he was quiet for a beat. He glanced at a few passing people, but finally turned back to you.
“I’m not going anywhere in specific, tiger.” He shrugged, “Just want to gauge the playing field, see what you like.” You squinted at him slightly, but finally gave another leeway to the guy with a snort, “Well, I sure didn’t enjoy ‘Village of the Damned’.”
“Anyone with a brain didn’t, [Y/N].” He shook his head, but when you laughed at that he seemed to perk up a little, smiling a little more genuinely than his usual sharp smirk. You felt like you were lightening up just from the banter, and admitted, “Well, I like the classic ‘Psycho’. That’s definitely a favorite by far, set the fucking bar for the genre.”
His eyes grew, and he rolled his neck as he murmured, “Aw, of course it is. You’ve got taste,” His eyes broke from yours, and you tried not to catch the way it traced your body before shooting off to the buildings behind you, “Knew you did.”
“If I didn’t know better,” You looked up a mourning dove nestled in the tree behind him, “I’d think you were trying to find something out that isn’t my favorite movie.”
“What can I say?” He sighed, “You make it a little hard, but the more I get out of you the more I seem to like you.” Your jaw dropped, giving him a fond smirk as he then pointed in the direction you two had been walking. “Got a class to catch?” Taking the sign, you walked past him finally, but not after swatting his hand and smiling at him. “See you when I see you, Loomis.”
“Count on it. You’re going out to your parents’ place this week, right?” The question stopped you stone still again, and you gave him a bewildered glare back, all the banter falling cold once again. You prodded almost immediately, “How do you know that?”
He shrugged, turning around and leaving you to walk to class with a sudden awareness that word got around quicker than you thought. You had only mentioned that information to one other person, but as you began walking you realized you had made a rookie mistake.
You told Stu Macher, and anyone who knew him knew he couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut.
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workofheart · 4 years ago
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levi ackerman relationship hcs
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some modern headcanons, nsfw below the cut <3 it’s just levi brainrot at this point
definitely the type to follow (stalk) your spotify and check in to see what you’re listening to. if he has the time, he might even listen along and wonder what you’re doing. if it’s a particularly sad song or series of songs, he’ll know to send you a text to let you know he’s thinking of you
on that note, he also stalks your pinterest boards just to see what you’re into these days and (idk abt yall but i save pins of mens fashion) if he sees a cute outfit in your saves that fits his style, he might even try it out. reason being (though he’ll never admit to it) he loooves that kind of attention from you - when he looks particularly good and you can’t stop staring, it might just pull a smirk out of him
once you’re living together, he lowkey acts like a dad. might scold you for not closing doors, not turning off lights, all the like. he means well, honestly
however, doesn’t mind tidying up for you. folds your laundry, clears your plate, takes your jacket off your shoulders when you get home, just because it’s his way of showing he cares. definitely an acts of service kind of guy
really good at cooking! he likes spending days in the kitchen with you while he whips something up or tries something new and you just sit at the counter and talk to him. it’s a good way to catch up as your adult lives can sometimes get busy
if you fall asleep with earbuds still in, he’ll gently take them out for you before you go to bed <3 he’ll also plug your phone in for you if you forgot
occasionally reads aloud to you, especially if you’re having trouble sleeping. we all know he’s not much of a talker, but his voice is so relaxing and he doesn’t mind doing it if he knows it will help
the chillest, coolest boyfriend ever. he’s so mature, honest, and trusting, and you don’t have to worry about those high school dramatics when you’re dating him. when he chooses to date you, he’s serious about it - definitely not the type to just date for fun. he won’t hesitate to deny advances from other people, doesn’t care about what you wear, just fully devoted to you and wouldn’t even think about anyone else
i also think that with that dating in general, you would probably start out as acquaintances or maybe even friends. he needs to have a lot of trust in the person he chooses to date, so only after he’s known you a long time and you’ve made enough of an impact on his life for him to make it hard to let you go would he date you
speaking of, didn’t isayama say that levi would stutter around his crush? i can imagine him stumbling over his words, trying to cover it up with a cough, reaching to scratch his neck all sheepish, just getting all shy. even once you’re far past that stage of your relationship, sometimes you’re so upfront and bold, he can’t help himself :( you just make him so weak
braids your hair for you when you’re too tired to do it yourself - you’ll sit in front of him and his fingers are so gentle with your hair 🥺 he got the hang of it so quickly and has the dexterity to not tangle your hair and it always comes out so nice and clean, even if you’re just going to sleep in them
i peg him as a biiiig cuddler. not a lot of pda besides holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist, letting you hook your arm around his, etc., but in private he loves when he can just lay his head on your lap or chest bc then you can play with his hair, which relaxes him
he’s really intuitive and in tune with your emotions. if you’re feeling down, he’ll know, and he’ll also know if you need space or if you need comfort, both of which he is more than willing to oblige
he’s there to bring you cups of tea, maybe some cut up strawberries on the days you’re tired and want to sleep. will definitely tuck you in, and will also lay down with you for a bit if you ask
his go to way of getting you to talk is going on drives. 1) levi is a really good driver and 2) he’ll usually come and find you wherever you may be around the apartment, say something along the lines of, “i’m going on a drive, you wanna come?” or might just give you a look and jingle the keys around his fingers
it might take a little while of rolling through the backroads aimlessly for you to speak up, but when you do, he’s all ears. lets you talk through your thoughts, might prompt you further, offers advice if you ask for it. it’s also how you sort through relationship misunderstandings - they are rare, but all relationships have them, so it would be silly to present your relationship without them
i think that when levi is upset on the other hand, he’ll usually come to you for comfort. he isn’t necessarily looking for advice, but just to calm down and rest. some form of physical touch is good, like cuddling or napping, preferably where he can put his head on your chest so you can play with his hair
i think levi is the type of person to get a lot of intrusive thoughts or memories that he doesn’t really want to remember when they pop up, so having you as a distraction to hold him and let him know it’s alright is something he really appreciates
nsfw below the cut (18+)
unpopular opinion: levi is NOT the hard dom people tag him as. rather, i think of levi as a service top, so while he may be carrying out more of the work, you’re the one in control. getting you off gets him off 100%
considering he is usually very dominant outside the bedroom, he likes the opportunity to let you take control and direct him instead - it takes a weight off his shoulders
slow and smooth kisser. might put up a fake fight for dominance just to make it more fun, but eventually take the lead and kiss him dizzy
hearing your moans makes him unbelievably hard. the sounds you make go straight to his dick
and so: godly at giving head. he might edge you but it’s not to tease or as punishment, he just takes his time because he knows it feels better for you, and at the end of the day he wants you to feel as good as possible. your pleasure is his main priority.
knows how to use his fingers, knows how to use his tongue. knows what you like and picks up on it very quickly. i don’t think he’s that experienced but he’s got a good natural sense of what feels good - do not doubt him, he knows where the clit is 
he’s got a very wide range of capabilities for this, too. he can go slow and sensual on a calm sunday morning or absolutely dive in and ravage your pussy for more intense sessions - this is the one time he doesn’t mind making a mess 
making you cum is good for his self esteem/confidence lmfaooo he lives to see your flushed cheeks and heaving chest and be told he’s doing well. when you scratch his hair or cup his cheek as a quick thank you, his heart swells and his dick twitches
please kiss his neck, he will absolutely melt for you. especially the next day when he looks in the mirror and notices the little love bites you left him... he runs his fingers over them lightly and his eyelids get a little droopy as he remembers everything, will definitely seek you out for another round
tbh i don’t think he’s that kinky. he likes what he likes, i can’t imagine him comfortably degrading you or hitting you or anything like that. realistically, levi wouldn’t be having sex with someone he’s not in a committed relationship with. he wants it to be special and personal and therefore probably would not enjoy treating you poorly even if just for the sake of sex. if anything, he wants it the other way around bc he could easily be a bit of a masochist in bed
loves when you restrain him and ride the shit out of him, either by tying his hands to the bed or just pinning his arms down. likes when you “use” him to get off. put your hands around his neck and he’s putty in your hands
really loves when you tell him to cum - your voice is music to his hears and to hear it out loud and as a command has him doing exactly that. he’s not one to disobey orders lol. 
his brows furrow, his eyes squeeze shut, mouth falls open and lets out a low moan... jesus christ 
one more deep kiss, a quick clean up, and then he’s passing out with his head on your chest. after-sex sleep is some of the best rest he’s ever gotten
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aetheternity · 4 years ago
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Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot boys to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.
(If you guys want girls too I'd be happy to do them just let me know) (MILD NSFW WARNING kiddos be vanquished.)
Eren
~Sight
•Baby boy is so in love with every bit of your face, eyes, hair, curves, to the edges of your fingertips he's just got to look at you.
•Don't take this as shallow. No he definitely finds so many more reasons to cherish you.
•But that body tho~~ 😜
•He loves to watch your hips sway as you dance to music.
•Loves watching your hair flow on windy days.
•Craves the gorgeous red coloring from late night (horny) sessions.
•Enjoys slowly spinning you around when you're wearing something skin tight.
•Don't even get me started on when your skin is wet for any reason.
•Fuck~ but growled gently into your nape or collarbone.
Armin
~Touch and sound
•Damn papa he's a mixed breed. (No I didn't just say that shut up) .
•He wants to hear any noises that come out of your mouth and touch every delicate inch of your skin.
•Starts off with listening to you talk about your day. (Like everything! Don't skimp on the details.) Your little hums as you listen to music. Whispers of good night, I love you etc etc. Accompanied pleasantly with your warm lips, his fingers sliding over your back late at night or the feeling of your hair under his finger tips.
•It's all so beautiful. So absolutely perfect for him.
•And a little further along in your relationship when he's squeezing your thighs or cupping your ass. Listening to your breath hitch as he hits all the right spots.
•The breathless murmurs of his name on your lips has his heart soaring.
•He'll always reach up to your face after sex to press his thumbs into your cheek and devour every noise cresting off your lips.
•He'll always reach out for you after a long day. He just needs to squeeze your waist. Needs to hear your little giggles if he tickles you when he touches certain spots.
•In short you're a lucky bitch if he's yours so better keep him satisfied 😩😤
Jean (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!)
~Touch
•He's touch starved so let the first thing you ever do with him relationship wise be giving him the tightest fucking hug!
•He wants you in his lap, pressed against his chest, within kissing distance and you better be ready to constantly interlock your fingers.
•Small price to pay for one of the best boyfriends in Aot.
•He's gonna need your skin pressed gently against his body period.
•Definitely plans as many instances as he can to get you in the bath tub with him. Bubbles soaking the gorgeous terrain of what is his as he rubs, wipes and scrubs every inch of your body with a gentle hand.
•You'll fall asleep. (He wants you to fall asleep). So he can carry you to bed bridal style.
•Absolutely loves sneaking a hand into your pants when you whisper you need him late at night and adores the lengthy marks you leave over the expanse of his back.
•But more than anything he just wants to hold you. Rub his hairy chin against your neck and face. (LET HIM DAMMIT )
Levi
~Smell
•Believe it or not I see Levi as the type to be extremely attracted to certain smells.
•And god he loves your's
•He wants to stick his face in your neck and just take a long sniff and once he has the opportunity lord knows that's one of the first things he does whenever he has the chance.
•Loves how you smell when you're covered in cleaning products from a lengthy spring cleaning, after you've washed your hair, in his shirt, after you've showered etc etc.
•Please he needs you to be as close as possible so that your scent can relax him!
•Sometimes wears your t-shirts or falls asleep holding any article of clothing that smells the most like you.
•And fuck yes your smell can also get him sufficiently hard for really long fuck sessions. (Most likely if you smell like his cologne.) The scent of your arousal is probably his second favorite smell.
•Always sleeps a full eight hours or more if he's got his nose tucked into your nape, slightly in your hair. (Hopefully you washed it..)
•That's it Levi enjoys your smell thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. 😃👍
Connie
~Touch and Taste
•Not lowkey about his freaky side at all.
•He'll come straight out after a confession on either side and be like I've been wanting to touch you for I don't know how long 😳.
•He craves his hand molded to any part of your body he can reach. Smacking that ass like it cursed at his mother. (Mfer is handsy as hell.) Wants no needs the taste of your sweat, thighs, neck, lips etc etc.
•Though he enjoys sweet touches too. Loves when you slip a hand under his shirt to scratch his back.
•Don't be surprised if that sweet touch or any sweet touch escalates into something else. (You so horny for what like: 😤)
•He's always got a hand up your shirt when you two are alone. Actually feels calmer after a long day if he's kissing your neck and fondling your nipples.
•Even if you guys are out he's touching you in other ways.
•Got his arm affectionately wrapped around your waist at all times, comes close to give you little kisses on your ear and lips.
•Just make sure you give him as many hugs as possible or he might riot. 😏
Erwin
~Smell and Touch
•Like Levi I'd like to believe he enjoys certain smells over others
•But like Jean I believe he's touch starved and has an unquenchable desire to touch you.
•Granted he won't be as horny when he actually has your touch no I feel your smell will get him going too. Specifically when you're wearing something he gave you or when you're only wearing one of his shirts.
•He loves touching your thighs, grazes his fingers over them with slow soft desire. Layers kisses near your armpits and shoulder blade where your scent is the strongest.
•If that leads to sex 🤷‍♀️ depends on his mood.
•Makes sure that if he's working late hours you're in his lap to provide your heartbeat and the soft scent of your breath as you lay open mouthed on his shoulder.
•Please be wearing no pants he'd love that so he can tap your butt to tell you he's done and then squeeze it when he's lifting you to bed.
•(Personal belief that he can undo buttons with his teeth and tongue.)
•Uses that to bury his face in your stomach and chest. (Overall wear Erwin's shirts challenge 21k)
Colt (My favorite guy from Marley besides Falco 😜)
~SIGHT MFER SIGHT
•He's so entranced by you the second he sees you 🥺
•Knows that he wants you all to himself but has a hard time saying it but when he does know that he's always watching.
•He's such a cutie tho!! Feels embarrassed if you catch him sneaking a peak if you're stretching and your shirt rides up or if you're only wearing a towel and you're parading around his room.
•Please tell him it's ok to look 🥺
•Wear his shirt. WEAR HIS SHIRT. Don't make me repeat it a third time. If you do he'll have his eyes on you all day.
•When he's comfortable with you he'll stare at your long legs peaking out his untucked shirt and.. now he's hard.
•He loves watching you do cute precious shit like cook or dance. Loves the way you jump around when you're just humming a tune.
•Let's you wear his boxers (Please be in them when he comes home. He'll give you that good cock.)
•Let's be honest here his eyes are always looming over your figure and he wants to touch but fuck he loves to look. 😜🥺
Porco
~Sight and taste (I have a strong belief that almost all the Marley guys love to stare.)
•Guys.. show off that ass for Porco.
•Give him something to watch. You go walking away from him with your ass perfectly cupped in something tight fitting there's gonna be another tight fit waiting for you at home.)
•He fucking loves the taste of your sweat. Quite possibly your blood too when he bites down a certain way. (Porco screams blood kink to me 🤷‍♀️)
•Shit quite literally gets him going.
•He's got your waist and hand in the streets and your thighs between his teeth in the sheets.
•He's a biter (Ladies, Gents and the rest.)
•Loves gripping your ankles and yanking you towards him. Sometimes during sex sometimes just because you keep inching away from him on the couch.
•I also see Porco as the kind of guy to stick his tongue in your ear. Like if he does he's staying there for about twenty minutes.
•Porco has the god tongue and rough fingers (Do with that what you will.)
Renear (Reiner) 🤭
~Obviously Sight but also touch.
•If please touch me were a person.
•I see him as the type where if he were friends with someone he had a crush on and was playful with them he'd do things like pull them into his chest on occasion and put his hands on the small of their back.
•Unlike Porco and Connie his touch is probably more aimed at loving than sexual.
•He's always marveling your gorgeous eyes, he loves running a finger over your chin before he kisses you, adores pressing his thumb to your bottom lip and when you open for him to press his thumb against the pad of your tongue-
•Holy shit.
•Watches you do literally everything as if he's so awed but he's in love.
•Holds you around the waist whenever you two dance. So close you can feel his heart skip for you.
•Once again (Wear his shirts. Wear his shirt. wear his shirt!)
•Also craves pecks on the lips and tight holds around his body so give him those.
Berthot (Berthold whatever the fuck his name is)
~Sight
•He's definitely one of those personality driven mfers.
•But he's also seen you and what he's seen is amazing.
•Why tf is he always blushing just to look away cause he adores you from your head to your toes.
•But unlike some of the other guys I see him as the kind of guy obsessed with your pretty face over your curves and what not.
•He loves the way your eyes twinkle when you see a shooting star or the way you smile at him when you see him.
•He's like the easiest guy to please out of all the others here.
•He bores every pretty expression you make into his memory.
•Specially when you guys are 😤🥰😩
•Good luck to Armin when he sees you as 99.9% of his memory like damn.. 😤
Farlen (As a bonus!)
~Sound
•Your voice has been a lingering sound in the depths of his memory.
•From the second he first heard you he had to hear more.
•If you sing he wants to hear more. If you cry he wants to slit the throat of whoever did it and if you laugh. God please laugh..
•He's gonna do everything in his power to hear literally everything you have to say even if it's stupid to you. (There is no never mind in this relationship 😤).
•And dear god if you moan in his ear it'll send him to a galaxy far far away. You might even make him cum on the spot.
•If you whistle he's gonna ask you to whistle for him and will probably fall asleep to the sound.
•He wants the details of your day (like Armin) but he'll probably stop literally everything he's doing just to listen to you vent.)
•Please whisper in his ear he'll get so so very hard.
•And politely mumble how much you love everything about him the universe isn't big enough for how big his heart gets.
(This was posted on April 7th right before 12am so again. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEAN!!) 🥺
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lilysdaydreams · 4 years ago
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The Artist and The Musician
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→  I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don’t think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.
→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader
→ Genre: Fluff.
→ Words: 5.6k
→ Request:  Hey! It’s me again lmao I was curious maybe like sykunno or raes little sister (like 2 or 3 years younger) meets the group and her and corpse just click. How would either of them react to them hearing the news that their little sis is dating corpse and like they’ve moved in together and everything idk I thought it’d be cute💛
→ Warnings: Swearing.
→ Authors Note: Its been a hard couple of weeks and im really sorry that this took so long to be done but depression rlly hit me and I could barely move myself. I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, please comment some words of encouragement or feedback 💛
→  if you have some spare change , consider buying me a coffee.
You sighed as you finally dropped the last box in your new room, stretching to get rid of the pains in your back. Grabbing your phone, you moved over to Sykkunos room, knocking before sticking your head in.
"You want subway?" you asked when he looked up from the computer. He nodded with a quick smile, and as you closed the door behind you, you could hear him talking to the stream, letting them know that it was just his sister. Quickly ordering on Ubereats, you slumped on the sofa, closing your eyes and resting for a bit.
You had decided to move in with Sykkuno a month ago, the same week you'd decided to drop out of college. It wasn't something your parents were happy with, but after seeing how big your art and business had gotten, they had let you drop out. You'd dropped out and moved to LA, moving into an apartment with Sykkuno since he had to leave the OTV house. Sykkuno had moved in a week earlier which was why his room and computer was all set up. You'd only moved in today, spending a few weeks at home with your parents before leaving for LA. Stretching, you grabbed your phone, checking how long it would be until the food came, and then clicking on Instagram. Your most recent post was of this morning, a photo of you sitting on top of half the boxes in your room, throwing a peace sign at the camera. Sykkuno had taken it for you, the whole process taking 10 minutes cuz you made him take it at 45 different angles. Scrolling through the comments, you liked a few, replying to the ones by your best friends.
@selinaissss: "HOW DARE YOU LOOK THIS PERFECT AT 8 IN THE MORNING????"
→ @junefarie: i look like a racoon dont u dare
@onlyalyssa: "we need a house tour"
→ @junefarie: bitch I dont even have a bed yet
You grabbed the subway order when the bell rang, saying a quick thank you to the delivery man. You left yours on the table, and went to Sykkunos room, yelling "Sykkuno catch!" before throwing it at him, giggling as he leapt forward from his chair to catch it. Closing the door softly behind you, you jumped onto the couch, sitting cross-legged, grabbing your sketchbook and pencils from your backpack and setting them on your lap. It was time to wind down a bit.
~
It was a week later and you had unpacked fully, now focusing more on creating new pieces of art for a shop update. You were also working on some designs specifically for shirts and hoodies. Sykkuno found you in front of your computer, blanket wrapped around you and glasses perched on your nose as you emailed the manufacturer you were working with for the hoodies.
"Un, y/n?" he said hesitantly knocking on the door. You spun around in your chair, raising your eyebrows at him. "What's up?"
He walked in, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed and you got your water from the table, taking a sip as you wait for him to talk.
"I um- You know how I- I play Among Us right?" he asked, scratching his neck.
You hummed in response, urging him on with a nod. Sykkuno was almost never this nervous around you. Most of the time, you guys talked normally, joking and teasing each other. For him to be stuttering around you, he must have been extremely nervous.
"Well, you know Rae right? She um, she asked me to make a lobby," he said, standing up and pacing now. You furrowed your brows, confused as to where this was going.
He was explaining what a lobby was (which what the fuck, you watched his streams, of course you knew what a lobby was, why was he explaining that) when you cut him off, getting up and grabbing his shoulders to stop him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, holding his shoulders with both your hands.
He sighed and slumped into you, his head coming to a rest on your shoulder.
"Rae asked me to make a lobby and it's the first time I've ever made one and I'm really nervous about it. I've already invited people, but um I was wondering if you wanted to join as well? I- It would help me to have you there." he muttered, the words muffled as he spoke into your shoulder.
"Me?" you asked, a little shocked because you had never played among us before.
He nodded against your shoulder.
"Um sure!" you said, wrapping your arms around his middle, "It'll be fun!"
"And hey," you added on when he didn't say anything after that, "I can meet all your friends as well!"
He finally lifted his head a little, smiling as he muttered out a quick "Thanks y/n."
"However," you added, jumping back onto your seat and wiggling your eyebrows at him. "You have to buy me pizza for tonight's dinner."
He chuckled, grabbing his phone and already mutterng the order to himself as he opened up the ubereats app and walked out of the room.
You turned back to the laptop humming a tune under your breath. From interactions like this, most people would probably assume that you were older but the truth was that Sykkuno was 5 years older than you. Your roles were reversed and you were probably more protective over him than anyone else. Once in high school a girl had called him cute and asked him for his number only to write it on the bathroom walls. After the first three prank calls, you'd taken the phone from him yelling at anyone who called that if they called again, that you'd personally track them down and shove a dildo up their ass.
Both of you had always been close, but with the amount of bullying and teasing he got in high school, you'd got even closer, eventually becoming his best friend in a way. Seeing Sykkuno grow as a person, get new friends who were genuinely nice and kind made you the happiest person alive. When Sykkuno had first started streaming you'd been worried, scared that people online would say something mean. When he had first started streaming with other streamers and then met Lily and all his other friends, you had been anxious, worrying that they might only be putting up a friendly facade. You were also the happiest though when he grew even closer to them, when he smiled more, laughed more, talked more.
You had yet to meet or talk to any of his friends, mostly because you'd been in college, and the pandemic had made it harder. Maybe it was finally time.
~
The day came and you sat in your room, once again a blanket wrapped around you, glasses perched on your nose as you accepted the discord invite Sykkuno sent you.
"DO I GO IN THE CHAT THINGY?" you yelled to Sykkuno, hearing a "YES" before clicking on the voice chat.
You mumbled a "hello", wondering if your mic was on.
"Hey, yeah I can hear you y/n."
Breathing a sigh of relief, you logged into the game, smiling as you heard sykkuno introduce you to his chat. "Hi everyone," you said, feeling a bit weird only talking to a screen. You rubbed your hands, a little nervous to be doing this.
Just then someone else joined and before you could even speak another three people joined as well, all of them yelling hello as they joined.
"He- Hey guys, how's everyone doing?" started sykkuno.
"Im doing great oh my god, guess what guys, I'm-" started Rae, cutting herself off. "wait, whos um "ms snores a lot"?
You were a bit confused for a second, furrowing you eyebrows for a second before realising what had happened.
"SYKKUNO YOU ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK?" you yelled, staring at the name underneath the voice channel that you now realised belonged to you. You could hear Sykkunos laughter from the other room but you just spluttered indignantly. He was the one who had set up everything on your computer yesterday because technology was something that you rarely messed around with.
"Sykkunooo" you whined, when he kept laughing, "How the fuck do I change it now?"
"Um wait, sykkuno who is this?" asked Rae, the other three echoing her. You glanced at the names and from the voices figured out that it was Rae, Toast, Sean and Corpse in the lobby.
"Hey okay, so guys this is my sister, her names y/n and we recently moved in together, so I asked her to be in the lobby because... um.." he said stuttering at the end to find a reason.
"Because he wanted to embarrass me apparently!" you exclaimed, giving him a way out.
"Oh god, um - you can change it in settings, at the bottom near where your name is."
"Ahhh," you said finding it and then simply typing in your art business name.
"Its nice to meet everyone by the way," you started. "I've been watching your videos for ages so it almost fels like I already know you"
Raes voice started in your ears and you winced at the volume befoe turning it down a bit.
"I would love to say that Sykkuno has told us a lot about you, but the truth is that he keeps a lot of secrets and I didnt even know he had a sister, I AM SO SHOCKED RIGHT NOW"
You gasped. "Sykkuno what the fuck, you didn't even tell Rae?"
"You told me not to tell a lot of people!" he protested.
You heard someone saying "they're so different!' but you ignored it and kept talking.
"Yeah at the start! and on stream! I can't believe you never even said you had a sister." you spluttered out, followed by another gasp.
"Are you embarrassed of me?" you whispered dramatically.
"N-What no of course not!" he exclaimed, and you could also imagine how wide his eyes would have gotten.
You giggled before telling him that you were only joking.
"Um since sykkuno is embarrassed of me," you said jokingly, "I'll just tell you myself."
"I'm like five years younger than sykkuno, I'm a June baby, I do art, my star sign is cancer, I'm 5'4, I recently moved in with sykkuno, and my favourite colour is purple!"
"Oh is that why your username is junefarie? Because you were born in June?" asked Sean.
Before you could say yes, someone else cut in.
"Wait, junefarie?" asked corpse, "like the artist?"
Your eyes widened as you realised that he knew you. Sure you had quite a few followers, but you never expected any of Sykkunos friends to know you from there.
"Um yeah," you said letting out a shocked laugh, "I didnt expect anyone here to know about me."
"Dude, your art is fire!" he exclaimed, voice louder now. "I was honestly thinking of buying a piece soon, I've followed you for ages!"
"Wait, I wanna see as well." whined Rae, "Ima look you up, are you on Instagram?"
"Um," you said still shocked by the fact that somone this big knew you. "yeah I'm on instagram, its just junefarie." you said first replying to Rae, "Um corpse, thankyou so much! thats so nice of yo!"
"Um my art isn't that great yet," you chuckled, embarrassed by all the attention now. "I'm hoping to improve a lot more and I have a bunch of ideas for it as well. I'm hoping to work more now that I moved in with Sy."
"Oh my god, this is amazing," whispered Rae, Toast and Sean echoing her. You ducked your head even though no one could see you. Your cheeks were blazing hot and you pressed your hands to them to cool yourself down.
"Thankyou," you mumbled, not sure what to say.
Someone else entered the lobby, and said "hi" and you welcomed the source of distraction.
"Hi! I'm Sykkunos sister, y/n!" you said , wanting to move away from the topic of your art.
The reply of "sykkuno has a SISTER?" made everyone laugh, successfully moving the attention to Sykkuno and off your art. Finally Sykkuno started the game and you breathed as you lost yourself in the art of gaming.
"OH MY GOD!" yelled Rae as the game ended and everyone appeared in the lobby. "That was like amazing, Y/N I cant belive you pulled that off!"
She was talking about the last game where there was 50/50 between corpse and Sykkuno (because you refused to kill sykkuno when you were imposter) and you somehow managed to convince Sykkuno that it was Corpse.
"Honestly, neither can I!" you exclaimed back staring at your screen, eyes blurring the screen because of how tired you were.
"I can't believe Sykkuno," mumbled corpse. "I literally said I saw her vent and kill toast and Sykkuno was still like "hmmm, I don't think so."
Giggling at Sykkunos yell of "SHES MY SISTER" you yelled out a bye as everyone started leaving and then struggled to find a way to end the call.
"Wait, how do I end it," you muttered to yourself.
You jumped as Corpse talked, not expecting anyone to be there.
"You can see yoru name at the bottom left right? Its above that but a little to the right." he said chucling a little.
"Oh." you said, you cheeks heating up. You didnt know if it was because of him or because you were utterly useless with technology.
"Um thankyou," you said awkwardly.
"No problem."
You exited out of the call, a small smile at your lips.
Sykkunos friends were nice.
~
After the stream, your fanbase grew, and with it, the number of orders as well. For the next week, you were buried under orders, only leaving the house to go to the post office.
An Instagram post on @junefarie account: 
[ID: A photo of y/n and sykkuno standing in the middle of the living room, packages scattered everywhere. Y/n is hugging Sykkuno tight and Sykkuno is staring at the camera, a distressed look on his face.]
Caption: Thankyou so much for all my supporters and all the love shown to me. Sending out loads of orders and I cant wait for you gusy to get yours! Special thanks to @sykkuno for helping me send out orders. luv yu.
Comments: 
@Sykisacutie: best sibling duo!
@valkyrae: hope my order is in their as well.
→ I SCREAMED WHEN SY TOLD ME THAT WAS YOUR NAME.
@corpse_husband: sykkuno looks like he's accepted death.
→ @sykkuno: I would have welcomed death at that point
→ @corpse_husband @sykkuno: okay ill be honest, I would have welcomed death as well.
@ariesin: go best friend, go! we need to get together to paint soon !!
→ SOONNNNNN
~
You flopped onto your bed, every part of your body hurting. Carrying boxes filled with orders down the stairs had tired your whole body, which wasn't used to any exercise at all. That had taken practically the whole day and then you had to clean your room because the mess from the orders had barely left any room to move. You flung your hand to the side, grabbing your phone from the table and bringing it up to your face. The "1:02" was clearly visible on your screen and you unlocked the phone, heading to Twitter. Scrolling through your feed, you liked a few tweets from friends before gearing yourself up and moving to the messages. Ever since you'd played with Corpse, Sykkuno and everyone, you'd been getting a lot of messages. Most of them were just the streamers fans, asking you if you know them or telling you to take care of sykkuno. There were a few though that targeted you, telling you that your art sucked, that they didn't know why Corpse could like my art. You'd taken to deleting them before sleeping so that your inbox wouldn't get cluttered and you could still find any serious requests or messages from your followers. Therefore, you didn't really think anything of it when there was another message from someone with a Corpse icon and you clicked on it only to see the message and gasp, immediately sitting up in bed.
Corpse_Husband → Hey, I was wondering if I could work with you on something? I really love your art and was wanting to commission or collaborate for an album cover or some merch designs. Message me on this number cuz I barely see my dms.
Underneath was a number.
"Oh my god," you whispered, unsure as to what to do.
When you had decided to drop out of college, you had expected hard days. You had expected your normal orders and mostly just improving your art and marketing it more. You had expected long days and not much money in the bank account. You certainly had not expected the immense amount of orders you'd gotten. Along with that, the amount of love and support had taken you by surprise and you had spent the last night crying because of how much love you and your art were getting.
You had also not expected such a big opportunity just landing at your feet.
Quickly you clicked on the number, putting it in your contacts with the name Corpse and then writing a quick message.
"Hey I got your twitter dm! I've personally never done art for merch or album covers but I would love the opportunity!"
You bit your lip, confused as to whether that was enough before deciding it was fine and just sent it.
Your heart beat a little faster as you slumped back onto the bed.
~
@junefarie Instagram story:
[ID: A zoomed-in picture of a drawing, the only part that was visible was curly hair. The text read: "Working on something SO COOL"]
~
Your phone was ringing. Stuffing the rest of the pizza in your mouth, you swept your hand over the covers of your bed, trying to find it. With a muttered "aha", you grabbed it and swiped on the call before it ended. Pressing the phone to your ear, you mumbled a "hello", still chewing the pizza bite.
A low rapsy voice came out of the speaker, one that you definitely didn't expect. You choked on the pizza, coughing out pieces onto the bed.  Sure you guys had messaged each other a bit (you kinda had to because of the commission), but you hadn't expected him to call out of nowhere.
"Um I hope this isn't a bad time," he said when you didn't respond for a second. Of course, he didn't exactly know that hearing his voice so close to your ear had you frozen for a second.
"Um no," you replied, coughing slightly to clear your throat. "It's fine! What did you wanna talk about?"
"Oh, um I know you're already working on the commission and its looking great! I can't wait to work with the merch team to create something really cool with it, but um-" he broke off for a second sounding hesitant. "I really wanna get another commission done as well."
"Oh?" you said after a second when he didn't reply. "I'd be happy to do another one for you!"
"Uh yeah, but I'm afraid that I might be a bit late, You see I was wondering if it could be done before Christmas?"
You sucked in a breath as you counted the days in your mind.
"Hmm, it depends on how big it is tbh. There's still 2 weeks to go till Christmas so I could fit it in," you mumbled, biting your lip as you remembered the onslaught of orders you still had to send out.
"Well," he started and you smiled a little as the excitement crept into his voice. "You know that Sykkuno, Rae, Toast and me are called the 4 Amigops right? I kinda wanted a portrait of all 4 of us, in our um among us colors, and I basically wanted to print it out and send to each of them for Christmas."
"Aww, that sounds like such a good idea, I'm sure they'll all love it!" you smiled, thinking about how much Sykkuno would appreciate that.
"Uh thanks," he mumbled, "do you think you can get it done?"
"Sure!" you replied immediately. You did have a lot of orders, yes, but like, you could fit Corpse in. If you pulled a few all-nighters. "I'll send you the sketches soon okay?"
"Oh thank god, thankyu so much for this y/n, I really appreciate it. Youre one of my favourite artists and I'm really happy that I could finally commisison you after so long."
"So long?" you questioned. "Since when have you known about my art?"
There was a moment of silence and then "Um, around the time you still posted your sketches and stuff I guess?"
You furrowed your eyebrows thinking for a second before letting out a gasp.
"Corpse that was 4 years ago!"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, oh my god, I cant believe you've seen those, I was so bad then!"
"No no, they were really good at that time as well! I was so shocked when Sykkuno told us you were his sister because like, I'd been following you for ages and I had absolutely no idea. You guys are like really different."
"Hah yah, Sykkunos so soft, and then there's me. An actual devil."
"Your usernames so different as well! I remember when I first saw a picture of you on your account and I was kind of shocked because based on the name junefarie, I was expecting someone very soft I guess but then you were literally the opposite and wearing actual devil horns."
"Oh god, that was one of the first few photos I posted of myself. that was on Halloween I think,", you took a deep breath still shocked that Corpse had known about you for that long,
"Yeah, I chose junefarie because...”
It was 2 hours later when Corpse said that he should probably be working on his music.
"Oh I'm so sorry," you apologized, "I didn't mean to keep you,"
"Oh no, I um, I liked talking to you."
Your breath caught for a moment and you smiled like a lunatic at your Pokémon covered bedsheets.
"I liked talking to you as well," you whispered out, heart sinking a little as you realized the call would be ending soon.
"Um, do you, maybe want to stay on call? like I'll just be writing and we can just chill?" he asked and you felt like your prayers had been answered.
"yes" you said quickly, not giving him a chance to back out.
He chuckled, and you fell in love a little.
Just a little.
~
You continued like that, calling each other every few days, talking so much and then at times, not talking at all, simply content with each others company.
He had even started facetiming you, the first time with a mask and then the second without it. You hadn't made a big deal about it, but the first time you saw him, you could barely breathe.
There were five days left until Christmas when you got the idea.
You were entirely not subtle about it, because, well to be honest, there wasn't a subtle bone in your body.
"Hey Corpse, do you like surprises?" you had asked, in the middle of colouring Raes hair (her hair was the last thing left before you could finally print the goddamn thing)
"It depends," he had murmured after a second, voice sending shivers down your spine like every time. Now whether that was because of his voice or because of him, you weren't entirely sure.
"on what?" you prodded when he refused to answer.
"On whether its a good one or a bad one" he had huffed out.
You had hummed, waited for a second and then blurted out that next question because you did not have a cent of patience.
"So what are you doing at Christmas?"
"Sleeping, if I can manage it," he replied, his voice taking on a sardonic tone, eyes flicking to you on the screen. The only thing he could see though was the top of your head because you had your iPad on the bed and were laying over it as you drew.
"Not with that attitude you aren't," you replied right back, making a small smile appear across his face.
"Hmmm, okay!" you said when he didn't reply.
He looked back over, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opening as he started to question you.
"Hey did you see the video I sent you?" you quickly asked distracting him from his question.
He would probably guess the surprise but that was okay. You only wanted to make a smile appear on his face. And honestly, for someone with anxiety, a small warning of a surprise was definitely needed.
~
It was Christmas day and you woke Sykkuno up at 6 in the morning with the promise that you'd buy him McDonald's. 30 minutes later, you were both in the car, yelling the lyrics to "All I want for Christmas" at the top of your lungs.
You had told sykkuno of your plan a few days ago and he had smiled at you with that stupid smile, agreeing with a small "alright."
You'd immediately realised that he knew. Even though you pretended otherwise, Sykkuno was the older one and the thing about older siblings was that they always knew.
They always knew.
So there you were, snacks loaded into your car, McDonald's fries practically everywhere, and a cake you had made in the backseat, on your way to Corpses house.
There was a lull in the music, and you were only 30 minutes away from his place, butterflies fluttering in your stomach when Sykkuno asked you a question.
"You like him right?" he murmured, head leaning against the window, eyes closed.
There was a moment of silence as you thought about what to say. Did you like Corpse? Of course, you liked Corpse! He was funny, he was nice, he made you feel like you were the only person that mattered and your heart beat faster than ever whenever he looked at you. Hell, that was through a screen, in real life, it would probably be even worse. So of course you liked him! The question was, did he like you back?
"Yeah," you answered Sykkuno, eyes straight on the road.
A second passed and then he smiled. "Good," he replied. and well. That was that. You sighed.
At least you had your brothers blessing.
~
Pulling into the apartment building, you breathed in, your heart beating a million times a second and the butterflies in your stomach had turned into snakes. Maybe, maybe this wasn't a good idea at all. I mean, you expected Corpse to get the hint but what if he didn't? and what if he didn't want you to come? Maybe you were being too quick. After all, It'd only been a month since you'd met.
These thoughts plagued your mind as you trudged up the stairs, turning to Sykkuno as you reached the door.
"Maybe we shouldn't have come," you whispered to him.
He looked at you, eyebrows high, "We just travelled two hours to get here. There's no way im going back without at least giving him the print."
"What if he doesn't want us to be here?" you hissed.
"Then we'll go away." he stated, "after we give him the print."
"But what if-"
Before you could even finish your sentence, the door opened and you both jumped, turning to face the person standing in the doorway.
You forced yourself to breathe as you finally saw him. It was him. Wearing a black beanie, half his hair spilling out the sides, stubble clear on his chin... it was him. At that moment, there was only one thought in your mind.
You were gonna marry this man.
"You suck at whispering," he said, and you huffed out a laugh, jumping onto him without even responding. You wrapped your arms around him, not letting go until Sykkuno cleared his throat from behind you.
You turned back immediately, grabbing the stuff in Sykkunos hands so he could greet Corpse too. As they awkwardly did their handshake/fistbump thing, you walked over to the couch behind them, putting down the print and the takeaway bags, and putting the cakebox down on the table.
You turned around to see them both standing there staring at you.
"Surprise?" you said when no one else spoke. That broke the ice a little and you grabbed the print from the couch thrusting it at Corpse.
"Open it. Open it. Open it." you mumbled, your heart beating fast as he carefully ripped the paper off. The smile that overtook his face made your heart immediately calm.
"It's beautiful," he whispered, eyes roaming everywhere, trying to take it all in. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head further into the apartment, mumbling that he was going to put it in the room, eyes still on the print as he walked there.
"You smile is gonna blind me," muttered Sykkuno.
"Oh shut up."
~
A few hours later, you stood in the kitchen, putting the leftover cake into Corpses fridge. You had all chilled, eating cake and the takeout that you and sykkuno had bought, laughing every few minutes. It felt like you were all on an adrenaline rush. You had facetimed Rae and Toast, Rae shrieking when she realised where you guys were. Sykkuno had just fallen into a nap, still tired from being wakened up so early, you assumed.
You leaned against the kitchen bench, smiling as Corpse walked in.
"Thankyou." he said as he came to a stop next to you, matching your position.
"For what?" you mused, even though you had a good enough idea.
"For the print. For coming here. For making my Christmas, a much happier affair than it has been my whole life." he stated, chuckling at the last point.
You turned your head sideways, and you didn't know what it was, but something about his face made you spurn into action. You grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him before he could even say anything. It would be too cliche to say that fireworks erupted. And if you were being honest they didn't. Instead, it felt like everything was finally right. You fit perfectly in his arms as they wrapped themselves around you, and you smiled into the kiss as he lifted you up, making you sit at the counter. You twirled the hair at the nape of his neck with your left hand, taking a deep breath in as you both slowed down and pulled away.
"Well," he whispered, "that was unexpected."
You raised a single eyebrow. Honesty you'd done a lot for this relationship. You just drove for nearly 3 hours! If he wanted it to progress, he was gonna have to say it himself.
"But not unwelcome," he continued when you didn't speak. A moment passed, where you could see that he was psyching himself up to say something. Finally, with a heaving sigh, he whispered  "Darling, would you do me the honour of being called yours?"
You melted right there.
A nod was all he needed before he grabbed your lips with his again, both of you giggling when he accidentally hit the side of your mouth instead of the lips.
The sound of a picture being taken filled the air, making you spring apart and swing your heads over to the doorway, which had sykkuno leaning against it, his phone in his hand.
"Thank god. Rae and Toast bet that you wouldn't confess until after Christmas, so now they both owe me 20 bucks." he said, now fiddling on the phone. "Dont worry Corpse, I'll add a circle over your face or something."
Your mouth dropped open as you stared at your brother.
"You bet on my love life?" you scoffed, still shocked.
At his nod though, you swung off the bench, marching until you were eye to eye to him.
"I want half the winnings."
Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the living room, jumping onto the sofa.
"C'mon, let's watch one more episode before heading back," he said and you jumped in next to him, patting the space next to you as Corpse came in behind you.
You grabbed Sykkunos hand and squeezed it, letting him know that you were grateful that he didn't make it such a big deal. Leaning your head on corpses shoulder, you smiled to yourself.
You'd have to leave in 30 minutes, to drive back to your parents and spend the rest of Christmas with them, leaving Corpse behind. And that made you a bit sad sure, but it couldn't overpower the feeling of pure happiness at being here. At giving him a happier Christmas. You smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
Nothing could overpower this feeling of absolute happiness.
fin.
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title from summer days by martin garrix
warnings(s): swearing, nsfw content (18+), jealousy, josh is just an asshole for the first half idk, alcohol, mentions of underage drinking
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“look y/n, we're leaving whether you’re with us or not!” you hear josh’s familiar voice shout from the other side of the closed door. you hear a deep sigh before a thump, which you’re fairly certain is him propping himself against the wall.
“no you won’t!” you respond. you brush the tinted wand of your lip gloss over your lips before twisting the cap back on and dropping it back into your makeup bag. you take your phone off of the charger before walking back into your bedroom and across the floor to the door. you pull it open to find josh (unsurprisingly) still on the other side. “well well well, what do you know? you’re still here.”
“you don’t have to act like such a brat,” he grumbles. he pushes away from the wall and takes in your choice of outfit, raising an eyebrow, “that’s what you’re wearing?”
“i’m not doing this with you tonight, josh. last time i checked, i’m an adult and i didn’t ask for your opinion. if you don’t like my outfit, you are more than welcome to stay behind and cry about it and i’ll make sure to have a couple drinks for you,” you roll your eyes as you smooth down your dress, a loose little number that fell from thin spaghetti straps and fell just at the middle of your thighs.
“i just don’t want to have to watch over you all night. guys are- they’re gross y/n,” he’s a couple of steps behind you on the stairs as he starts his little spiel. “i don’t want you to be exposed to that.”
“then why the hell did you invite me to come if you’re just going to be overbearing the whole time? besides, like i said before, i’m twenty years old and i haven't needed a babysitter since the third grade. if i can survive your friends, i should be able to survive a bonfire with a couple of strangers.”
you don’t tune in for his response as you walk out of the front door of the rented cabin and towards the truck. the passenger seat, which had always been designated as yours ever since he’d gotten his license, was empty and the rest of the group that was riding with you was piled into the back. you pull open the back door and will looks at you confused. you jut out your bottom lip and look at him with pleading eyes, “will you take shotgun?”
“what’s the problem now?” he slides out of the backseat anyway and takes the passenger seat while you take his seat.
“i don’t wanna talk about it,” you buckle your seatbelt and cross your arms over your chest, turning your head to look out of the window when josh opens the driver’s side door.
“seriously?” he scoffs when he finds one of his best friends where you were supposed to be. it wasn’t rhetorical, but you act like it was as you turn your body away from his watchful eyes. “whatever.”
he pulls away from the house with the rest of your group following behind in a separate car. your destination was another cabin not far from your own for a bonfire put on by someone who you didn’t even know. hunter had found out about the party on his trip to the grocery store with coale earlier in the day and once the information was shared with the group that there was allegedly going to be free alcohol, it wasn’t hard to get everyone on board.  
the cabin was a little ways down the road, not that far but still too far to walk. when josh pulls behind the already long line of cars in the driveway, you all pile out and head for the house where everyone immediately splits up into their own groups.
emily tried to convince you to come with her and kate outside, but you declined, promising to join them a little while later instead. you quickly found the alcohol piled into a plastic bin on the counter, fish yourself out a can, and retreat to the living room.
your eyes scan the room. there were already loads of drunk twenty-plus-year-olds stumbling around and you even noticed some teenagers who had either convinced their parents to let them come or snuck out, making the rounds as well. your knack for observing caused you to focus on a boy.
he couldn’t be older than you, not by much if he was, and he was staring right back at you. unlike you, though, he wasn’t alone. he was quick to abandon whatever conversation he was having before to make his way across the room once he realized that you had noticed him. you turn your head quickly and your cheeks burn at the realization that you had been caught.
you don’t have time to slip away before he’s standing in front of you. his grin is soft as he speaks, “hi.”
you swallow, heart-pounding for some unknown reason, before lifting your head to meet his eyes. you muster your best ‘i’m fine i swear’ smile, “hey there.”
“i hope i’m not bothering you or anything. i just saw you standing over here by yourself and figured i would just come over to make sure that you’re okay?” he scratches the back of his neck.
“aw, that’s sweet of you,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “i’m okay, i just kind of like to know my surroundings, get a feel of the place before i really do anything. weird habit i guess.”
his eyes track your can as you raise it to your lips, “no, no, you’re fine. i’m ben by the way.”
he holds out a hand to which you raise an eyebrow at. he notices and pulls it away quickly. you shake your head and giggle softly, “i’ve just never had a guy try and shake my hand at a party before, ben, but i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you.”
“you too,” he moves to lean against the wall beside you, his shoulder barely touching yours. “are you from here?”
“no actually. just visiting with some friends on vacation. i’m from oxford,” he raises his eyebrows. you wave your free hand around, “it’s in-”
“i know where it’s at. one of my buddies is from there, i’ve just never met anyone else who was,” he grins. “i’m not from here either. grew up outside of toronto for a little bit and i’ve kind of been a bit of everywhere since.”
“so you’ve traveled a lot?” you ask, turning your body towards his. he hums and you raise your eyebrows, “i want to do that so badly. it’s, like, on the top of my bucket list.”
“you don’t get to travel much?”
“i mean, not really. i’ve been to dallas, new york, the ‘bigger’ places. the only place outside of the us that i’ve been is ottawa which is not that extravagant if i’m honest,” the thought of josh crosses your mind at the mention of ottawa, but it’s gone almost as quickly as it came when ben chuckles.
“why specifically ottawa? it’s not usually people’s first choice,” he raises his eyebrow and you shrug. “it’s complicated?”
“a little bit. anyways, what brings you here? do you know who owns this place?” you ask and his face flushes.
“um, i do. well, not me. my dad does. he let me borrow it for the week so i packed up a couple of my friends and borrowed the family dog and here i am,” he watches as you perk up at the mention of a dog. “do you want to meet him?”
“he’s here? can i?” it doesn’t take much for you to follow him away from the living room and down the hallway. he pushes open a door and (though it wasn’t your smartest decision to follow a stranger into a room) you're met with the sight of a dog. you gasp and he lifts his head, standing up with a stretch as you bend down. he moves off of his very comfortable-looking bed and moves in between your open arms. you squeal, “hello!”
“his name is tex, short for texas,” ben takes a seat on the bench beside the washing machine and watches as you embrace the golden retriever. “he likes you.”
“what’s not to like?” you question, looking up at the brunette with a smile. tex huffs as he takes a seat and you squeeze him gently, “you’re just the sweetest boy, aren’t you? i bet you’ve never done anything wrong in your entire life.”
“he’s does have a knack for shoes-” you cut ben off with a glare and he raises his hands in surrender, “you’re right. he’s never done anything in his entire life.”
“good answer.”
you don’t know how long you were in there with ben, playing with tex and making small talk before someone stumbles inside. he looks between ben and you and smirks, “sorry ben. we’ll find somewhere else.”
you realize then that there was a girl behind him and your cheeks burn as he closes the door. you find a neon green rope and dangle it in front of tex who eagerly snatched it from your hand. “i should be getting back out there. thank you for letting me play with him.”
“actually, i was going to ask if you wanted to get out of here? we could drive around a little bit,” he’s nervous and that was something that you could tell right off the bat. “you just said that you don’t travel much and i know it’s nothing astronomical, but i could just show you some places around town.”
in your slightly not sober mind, it didn’t even click that it was well into the night. you smile, “that sounds good. let me go and tell my friends and i’ll meet you back in the living room?”
“sounds good,” he watches as you bid tex farewell and follows you out of the room. you part ways as you head off to look for someone that you knew. it didn’t take long before you found josh outside surrounded by people. while he was the last person you wanted to tell, almost everyone that you knew was with him and you were beyond ready to leave.
you make your way over, tugging on the sleeve of his t-shirt to get his attention. he tilts his head to the side and when he realizes it’s you, his hand comes to rest on the small of your back as he pulls you to his side. he bends down to hear you, “what’s up?”
you're very aware of the attention that you’ve drawn from the group, the females who didn’t know about yours and josh’s abnormally touchy relationship especially, but you just push yourself on your tiptoes so that your mouth is beside his ear, “i’m leaving.”
he makes a noise of disapproval, “with who?”
“ben,” you shrug as though it was nothing.
“who the hell is ben?”
“we met earlier. he’s gonna show me around.”
“it’s past midnight, y/n. the only place you’re going is back to the cabin and i’m going to be the one taking you there. now, if you want to go so badly, give me five minutes and we’ll leave.”
“no, josh,” you try to pull away from him, but he doesn’t allow it whatsoever. “let me go!”
“y/n,” he sighs, handing his cup off to will who dumps whatever was in there into his own and turns you both away from the group. he keeps an arm slung over your shoulder as he slowly walks you towards the house “i don’t know how much you’ve had to drink tonight, but obviously too much if you think i’m letting you leave with someone that you just met.”
“we met the other day, at the grocery store,” the lie slips easily from your lips but josh shakes his head. he’s known you long enough to know when you were lying and the way that you were avoiding his eyes told him everything that he needed to know. that and you had been very adamant on not tagging along for any grocery store runs since you had arrived. you groan once you realize that he’s not letting you off that easy and try, once again, to pull away from him, “it wasn’t even that much! and what about you? i don’t want you driving me home if you’ve been drinking!”
“i’m 6’1 and almost 200 pounds, princess. i’ve barely had one full beer and i’ve been sipping on that for about an hour. i’m perfectly fucking fine to drive,” he rolls his eyes. he walks you both through the house and points to the couch where two couples were making out, “if you don’t believe me we can sit right there and wait for half an hour. will that appease you?”
“i fucking hate you,” you spit, finally pulling away from his grasp. you storm towards the front door and throw it open, finding ben perched on the swing out front. he stands when he sees you and your eyes soften, “ben, i’m-”
“oh, so you’re ben?” josh slides up behind you and holds out his hand for ben, poor ben, who looks very confused as he reaches out to shake it, “‘m josh. thanks for offering to give my little y/n here a tour of the town at one o’clock in the morning, that was very, very kind of you, but she’s going to have to decline. you have a good one though.”
“i want to hear that from her,” ben looks at you almost hopefully. “y/n?”
“i’m sorry,” you mumble, turning away from him and making your way down to where josh had parked. he takes his sweet time making his way down the driveway and refuses to unlock the truck until his hand covers yours on the handle, “will you please just unlock the door?”
“lose the attitude,” he scoffs, “you didn’t even know him.”
“i was getting to know him josh. you always fucking do this,” you huff and he finally unlocks the door. his hand tightens on yours as you both pull on the handle. you rip your hand away as you lift yourself into the truck and sink onto the passenger seat. he watches as you reach out to pull the door closed. you pause to utter the words, “and i’m not yours so you can stop fucking saying it.”
before pulling the door closed rather forcefully. he scoffs and shakes his head, making his way around the front of the truck. he starts it and throws it in reverse, putting his hand behind your seat to look out of the back glass, “we’re talking about this when we get back.”
you lean forward and turn the radio up, drowning him out.
-
the second that he kills the engine, you snatch the keys from his hand and stomp towards the front door. you throw it open, not bothering to close it as you tossed the keys onto the counter and made quick work of going to your room, rushing to beat him because he could move a lot faster than you were able to.
you hear his loud footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet house as he ascends the stairs after you. you make sure to slam the door when he’s barely six feet away and twist the lock.
“leave me alone!” you shout as you pull out a pair of shorts from your bag. you peel off your clothes and throw them in the pile along with your other dirty clothes and make your way into the bathroom.
you grab your toothbrush just as you hear the lock turning and you want to scream. you ignore him when he walks in, leaning against the door at first. when you don’t pay him any mind, instead grabbing your toothbrush. he grins knowingly, used to your antics, “you’re ignoring me now?”
when you don’t answer, he moves to stand behind you so that you would have to look at him in the mirror, but you only turn towards the door. he chuckles, “oh, you’re good.”
you for sure thought that he wouldn’t wait you out, but he seemingly had no problem doing so. he takes a seat on the edge of the bath and props his head in his hands, watching you intently as you start to take off your makeup. you pick up a bottle and he points his finger, “what’s that for?”
you continue your silence.
“you have to talk to me at some point. we’re here for three more days, y/n,” he sighs and you shake your head. you look into the mirror, connecting your eyes with his, and you open your mouth to speak. his eyebrows raise and he smirks, which causes you to close your mouth and grab a towel to dry your face.
you weren’t going to let him win.
when you turn to exit your bedroom, he follows quickly behind. you make your way into the kitchen and turn on your phone, connecting it to the speaker that sat on the counter. it was jack’s and he had specifically told everyone not to run the battery down because he had forgotten to bring the charger, but it was the only way that you would be able to drown josh out.
you pick your playlist and turn your volume all the way up before tucking your phone in the waistband of your shorts. you move over to stand in front of the sink, fishing out some of the dishes so you could start to fill the sink. josh leans over the other side of the counter, “you’re so pissed off at me that you’re doing the dishes? are you serious?”
you look up at him and point to yours, a silent way of saying ‘i can’t hear you.’ something changes in his eyes and you look down at the sink as he pushes away from the counter. in a matter of seconds, the speaker is turned off and his hands are on your hips. the music is still playing and you feel his hand pull your phone from its place. with one of his hands holding your phone, you're able to turn around, “hey!”
“hi,” he smirks knowingly. he pauses the music and pockets your phone in his jeans. you go to reach for it, but he grabs your wrist, “now, you can either continue to act like a brat or we can have an adult conversation.”
you glare at him, “i’ll keep being a brat, thanks. now leave me alone and give me back my phone.”
in an instant, he’s lifting you onto the counter. his hands cage you in and you look at him with wide eyes, “what is your problem, y/n?”
“i could ask you the same question, josh,” you hold his gaze. you wanted so badly to reach out and place your hand on his cheek, press your lips to his own, but you couldn’t. you shouldn’t. you were still mad at him. “you’re such a fucking cockblock and i’m sick of it.”
“it’s not my fault that you can’t take a fucking hint,” he rolls his eyes. you take a deep breath and he looks at you with an expression that seems almost shocked, “are you- why do you think i did that?”
“because you’re an asshole?” you accidentally touch your hand to his and you pull it away quickly.
“please don’t do that,” he sighs. he reaches for your hand and you let him curl his fingers around your own. it felt strange, it felt- it felt good. “you’re the only one that matters to me, y/n. why can’t you understand that? because i don’t know how much clearer i can be.”
“you’re drunk josh,” you repeat what you had said earlier when he offered to drive you home.
“you know damn well that i’m not, y/n.” and he was right. you know josh, been around him enough to know what he was like when he was under the influence and this, this wasn’t it.
“what do you mean?” you squeeze onto his hand. “you said that i’m the only one that matters to you. what do you mean?”
“i haven’t taken anyone home in almost a year because of you. even in belleville, even when i got called up. they tried to get me to hook up with someone but i couldn’t. you’re the only person that i want in my bed and you-” he pauses, shaking his head.
“what did i do, josh? you’ve been a total asshole to me and i’m supposed to realize that that means that you want me? what are we, eight?” you shake your head, untangling your  fingers from his. you lean back on the counter and he looks at you almost pleadingly, “you aren’t my boyfriend and you need to stop acting like it. this shit isn’t going to fly anymore.”
he goes quiet before he leans forward. his lips press to yours and a warm feeling takes over your body. you melt into him when he moves one of his hands to rest on your back and the other to rest on your cheek. his hand pulls you forward and you wrap your arms around his neck. he’s the one to pull away first, breathing heavily. his eyes are glazed over and by the way he’s gripping onto you, you can tell that he doesn’t want to let go. “was- is this okay?”
you squeeze his wrist on the hand that rested softly on your cheek as though he would slip away before you leaned back in after taking a deep breath. his hands slides up your back, slipping under the hem of your shirt and you pull away this time, pressing your nose into his neck, “not here. someone could walk- josh!”
you tighten your arms around his neck as he takes you down the hallway to what you knew to be his bedroom. he pushes open the door and drops you down onto the bed, which causes you to squeal as his body covers your own.
you run your hands along his shoulders and he slides his fingertips under your shirt. he’s nervous, you can tell, maybe a little hesitant as well.
“josh,” you call, running your index finger along his jaw, “this is okay with me. i promise you. is it okay with you?”
“more than okay,” he confirms, “are you sure that you want to do this? things won’t ever be the same if we do.”
why did he have to say that?
if it was anybody else, you wouldn’t have even had to think about it. if it was ben, it wouldn’t have meant anything. but this wasn’t just anyone. it wasn’t just ben who you had known all of an hour before you were willing to get into his car. this was josh who you had known since you were kids. josh that you had harbored a crush on since you were thirteen and he was fourteen. josh who you were forced to watch from a distance as he got older and buffer from the hours spent training, who you had to watch as he brought the occasional girl home to meet his mother.
you had never told anyone how you felt and no one ever seemed to notice, which was fine. perfect even. but now-
you look into his eyes as you whisper the single word, “please.”
that seems to be all he needs before he hooks his fingers in your shorts and tugs them downward, taking your panties with them easily. he tosses them to the side and chuckles as his fingers lightly run across your slit, “you’re already soaked.”
“i’ve been waiting a long time for this,” you admit, biting your lip as his thumb runs over your clit.
he sinks his index finger in slowly, pressing his lips to yours as you gasp. it doesn’t take long for him to work in a second before he speaks again, “why didn’t you say anything?”
“to be fair, i thought i was the last person that you wanted to sleep with. you aren’t the best at showing your emotions,” you grumble and he grins.
“you and your attitude,” he shakes his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stretches you open. “what am i gonna do with you? don’t think that i’ve forgotten about how much of a little brat you were being earlier.”
“well,” in a sudden act of boldness, you move your lips to dance over his ear, “what are you gonna do about it? because as much as you seemed to want me out in the kitchen, you’re moving awfully slow.”
that seemed to ignite something inside of him.
it was only a couple of minutes later when both of your clothes were thrown about the room and he was ripping open a condom. you grin as he presses the tip to your slit, taking some of the wetness.
“josh,” you moan as he sinks in, slowly filling you. “fuck.”
“worth waiting for?”
“you pick the worst times to be an ass- holy,” you arch your chest into his as he bottoms out. you try and pull away but he wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping you still.
“that’s it, princess,” he coos, sucking a mark into your neck. “look so pretty on my cock. can’t believe i waited this long to see you like this, fuck.”
a whine forms in your throat as he pulls out, only to thrust right back in. he lets you dig your nails into his back as he finds his pace, finding your g-spot almost a little too quickly.
his hips snap against yours and his mouth makes its way from your neck to your breasts, taking the opportunity to leave hickeys there as well. there was no way in hell that you were going to be able to hide what had happened and you somehow find the words to voice that, “everyone’s gonna know.”
“fucking good,” he lands a particularly harsh against your spot, “want them to know that you’re mine. that they can’t have you. i’ve seen the way they look at you and i don’t like it.”
“we’re gonna have to work on that but now, i’m gonna-”
“you’re gonna ask me nicely,” his thumb finds your clit and he begins to circle. “you’re gonna show me that you can be good and say please.”
“i hate you,” your words have no real meaning and he knows that by the chuckle he has the audacity to let out. “please josh, please let me cum. i’ll be so fucking good, let everyone know i’m yours.”
“say it again,” he demands.
“i’m yours,” and that was the end.
you feel him spill into the condom before he give you permission, spilling over his cock as you tighten your arms around his neck and press your lips to his as you ride through the aftershock. he rocks upwards a few more times before slipping out and resting his head on your bare chest. his fingers run over one of breasts, “didn’t show these enough attention.”
“they’re covered in hickeys,” you breathe out, “they got the memo.”
you find yourself tangled under his covers not thirty minutes later, both fresh from the shower. you had spent minimal time actually under the water and more time-pressed against the wall with his lips pressed against yours.
your hand ran through his hair as his head rested on your naked chest. you can’t help but stare over his shoulder out of the large window that overlooked the lake. the stars were twinkling high above while everything else was quiet. too quiet.
wait-
you patiently wait until you were positive that he was asleep when you start to shift backward, trying to escape his grip. you had your feet on the ground, ready to search for your clothes before he makes a noise of protest.
“woah,” he says when you move to get out of the bed. his hand curls around your side and pulls you back to his chest, “what are you doing?”
“i’m going back to my room,” you look at him confused. “everyone’s bound to be home soon and i don’t want them to find us like this.”
“i don’t care if they see us, y/n. what part of you being the only one that i want didn’t you understand?” he sighs as he pushes your hair out of your face. you wrap one of your hands around his arm as he does so, “i don’t just want you for tonight. i want you for the long run, y/n. i don’t know exactly what that entails, but i do know that i want you to be here when i wake up in the morning. we can talk about it then, okay?”
you look into his eyes, trying to find any hint that he wasn’t telling you the truth, but you couldn’t. you relax into his chest and let his arms wrap around you once again, “in the morning.”
“in the morning,” he agrees and presses his lips to the top of your head.
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