#if I feel my hoodie’s hood touch my neck one more time

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

I HATE the cold not bc of the cold itself but bc I have to layer. You’re already making me wear pants (not shorts) and a shirt but now you want me to wear a SWEATshirt AND a coat? Just run me over instead

[pedroscurls]

training partners

summary: you hire a new personal trainer to get you back on track, but you don't realize that she's also hugh jackman's trainer until you show up to the gym. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), reader has some description (hair, outfit), sexual tension (lingering gazes, teasing / complimentary banter, soft touches - come on, hugh jackman will be spotting you), no use of y/n. word count: 5.7k a/n: ok, so this is my first real person fanfic in a very long time. i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman and this is purely fictional (all in my delulu mind). next part.

That night, your trainer sent you a text to let you know that your next session tomorrow morning with her would include another person. You didn’t mind, though, you had been training with her for over three months now and she had gotten you back on track. Not only with your physical health, but you were back on track to loving yourself and putting yourself first. 

Your boyfriend of three years had broken up with you before you hired your personal trainer. Throughout that relationship, you had let yourself go. You prioritized him in ways that you never planned to and the feelings were never reciprocated. You always put more into the relationship than he did. You were heartbroken though and still recovering from losing him, but you had come to realize that him breaking up with you was a blessing in disguise. You weren’t happy. You knew that you had fallen out of love with him, but you just couldn’t bring yourself up to be the one to end the relationship. 

And now, meeting your personal trainer three times a week has been something you looked forward to. She always pushed you past your limits, very well aware of your potential, and she always made sure to hold you accountable – with your workouts, with your diet, but most importantly, with your self-talk. She had truly become someone you can rely on and as the months passed, she became a close friend. 

You read the text she sends you: Hey, I hope you don’t mind, but someone is gonna join us tomorrow. I’ve been training him for years and we’ve had trouble finding a good day and time for him to train with me. It’s possible that this will become more permanent since he’s so busy. I hope that’s okay!  

After all that she’s helped you through, you knew you couldn’t complain. Besides, you wouldn’t mind her attention being elsewhere. You knew she would still be there to help you. So, you send a reply: That’s fine with me! It’ll give me a bit of a break if your attention is on him, instead of me. 

She replies quickly: You’re not gonna be slacking off, if that’s what you’re getting at. 

You laugh to yourself and then send her a wink emoji followed by another message: Of course not! I’ll see you tomorrow. 

—

The following morning, you pull up to the gym and climb out of your car. There are two other cars in the parking lot – you know one belongs to your trainer, but the other, you aren’t sure whose it is. Climbing out, you grab your duffle bag and water bottle before making your way inside. You’ve always dressed in an oversized hoodie and spandex shorts when going to the gym and today is no different. You’re wearing a faded black oversized hoodie with black spandex shorts and gym shoes with white socks. Your hair is in a single dutch braid, but is covered when you put the hood over your head and your headphones draped around your neck. 

Once inside the gym, you notice your trainer setting up but you look around and don’t notice anyone else there. Huh, you think to yourself. Maybe it’ll just be me after all. 

You walk over to her and greet her with a hug, setting your duffle bag and water bottle in the corner. “I thought you said there’d be someone else today and it looks like there’s another car outside, but I just see you.”

“Oh, he’s in the bathroom.” she chuckles and then points in the direction of the mats to signal for you to start stretching. “Go ahead and stretch. We’re gonna be doing a full body workout and we’ll start with a cardio warmup.” 

“Yes, coach,” you salute, causing you both to let out a laugh. 

You begin stretching, putting on your headphones over the hood and letting the music play in your ears. Surprisingly enough, you’re playing the soundtrack from The Greatest Showman and it pumps you up, gets you ready for what you expect to be a grueling workout. You’re on all fours, doing the cat-and-cow stretch for several seconds before you see a pair of feet in your peripheral. 

You turn your head completely and look up at the man who decides to begin stretching next to you, flashing you a smile that immediately makes your stomach do flips. He’s wearing a black tank top with black shorts and he’s saying something, but you can’t hear him. You can’t even speak, but then he points to your headphones and you blush instantly. Of course you couldn’t hear him, you’re blaring From Now On and you’re sure that he can hear it from his end with how loud your music is. You remove your headphones, letting it rest around your neck and pausing the song. 

“You know, listening to music that loud can hurt your eardrums, I hear.” He speaks and you melt instantly, his Australian accent thick. 

“Gets me ready for a workout.” 

“What does? The song or how loud you’re listening to it?” He winks. 

“So, you heard what song was playing.” 

“I did. What can I say?” He smiles. “It’s a good song.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out. “You’re literally Hugh Jackman and I’m trying not to freak out over here, but I don’t think I’m doing a great job.”

He lets out a quiet chuckle and then reaches out a hand for you to take. You realize that you’re still on all fours, staring at the man who you’ve had a crush on since he became the Wolverine. Quickly, you move to sit properly, not really wanting to introduce yourself in a position that can be taken as very inappropriate.

“Well, I’m Hugh,” he winks, his Australian accent coming through thickly. 

You reach for his hand and gently shake it, looking down at it. His hand is so much larger compared to yours. You introduce yourself and tell him your name before dropping his hand, biting your lower lip as you look around to see your trainer look through her notebook. 

“Nice to meet you,” you finally say. “I’m sorry if I’m crashing your session.”

“I think I should be the one that’s sorry,” he says. “This is only the day and time that works for me right now and she’s the best of the best,” Hugh continues, pointing in the direction of our personal trainer. “She’s helping me get back into shape for the Wolverine.” 

“Oh, so you are coming back?” 

Hugh chuckles and lowers his eyes to the mat before he looks back at you. “I probably shouldn’t have told you that, but yeah. I’m comin’ back.” 

“Well good,” you reply, standing up after you’ve finished stretching. You look down at him and let your eyes rake in his body. It’s one thing to see him in pictures, but it’s another to see him in person, this close. “I always did like the Wolverine. One of my favorites, actually.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, his eyes lowering to your exposed legs and back up to your eyes. 

You can feel the tension thicken in the air between you as you both stare at each other. Your eyes can’t help but rake over his arms, the veins along his biceps, his chest flexing with each movement. You clear your throat and nod, biting your lower lip. “Definitely. Guess I got a thing for older men.” You don’t give him a chance to respond before you walk away and leave him to continue his stretching, but you do feel his eyes on you as you walk away. 

You approach your trainer and look at her with wide eyes. “Um, you should have told me you’re Hugh Jackman’s trainer!” 

She laughs and looks over your shoulder at him who’s still staring at you. “If I did, would you have come?”

“No, probably not. I’d be too scared. I won’t be able to keep up with him. I mean, have you seen him? He’s jacked!” 

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You can keep up with him,” she reassures. “Trust me.” 

“Well, what if I can’t? I’m gonna make a complete fool out of myself and–”

“Stop.” She interrupts and points at you. “You’re spiraling and you don’t need to. You’re not here to compete with him. You’re both here to work out and who knows, maybe having him here will push you extra hard.”

“You already push me extra hard,” you say. “I leave completely drenched after every workout I have with you.”

“You don’t have to impress anyone. He’s here to workout. You’re here to workout. Remember why you started,” she replies. “And remember how far you’ve come.”

“You’re right,” you nod. “You’re right. He’s just so…” you sigh dreamily and then look over your shoulder to see him stand up and begin making his way over to you both. “Hot.” 

She laughs, “Well, I hear he’s single.”

“Oh my god, he would never go for me! I mean, he’s completely famous and I’m just… Me.”

“There’s that negative self-talk again,” she tsks. “I’m gonna have to put you through a really tough ass workout to make you think of yourself differently.”

“Okay, okay,” you tease. “I’m amazing. I’m perfect. I’m–”

“Beautiful,” Hugh interrupts and winks in your direction. “Sorry, should I have not chimed in there?”

Your cheeks begin to heat up and the pit of your stomach feels like butterflies are swarming in there. He’s staring at you with a grin on his face and it makes you look away shyly. 

“Okay, lovebirds. Can we get this workout started?” Your trainer interrupts, laughing quietly. 

“Um, yeah. Let’s, um, yeah, let’s workout.” You walk over to the stairmaster and climb on it before you see Hugh do the same next to you. You look over your shoulder to see your trainer walk towards the speakers to play the music to get you both ready, but she knows that you like to listen to your own music when warming up.

This gives Hugh enough time to gently lean over and tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. You look up at him with big, hopeful eyes and he’s staring back directly into yours. 

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line there,” he says genuinely. “I just–”

“It’s okay,” you interrupt, smiling up at him. “If we’re giving each other compliments, then I think you’re hot.” 

Hugh looks down and lets out a quiet chuckle. “Even for an old man?” 

“Oh, you’d be hot if you were my age too. But I like that you’re older. Gives you bit of an edge.” 

“An edge, huh?”

“Well, I have always had a crush on you, so…” 

Hugh smirks and he’s about to say something before your trainer speaks up to begin your warmup for fifteen minutes. You then nod in his direction before putting the headphones back on and starting the machine. You’ve always put your all into each workout and you have to tell yourself that you shouldn’t act any differently because the Hugh Jackman is working out with you. You had been so nervous and anxious to be working out alongside Hugh that you didn’t realize just how far you had come, just like your trainer mentioned earlier. For years, you had put someone else before you, put their needs before your own, and for once since then, you feel like you have control over your life again. 

And for once, you knew what you wanted and you were going to go after it. 

—

Fifteen minutes later, you and Hugh both stop the machine and climb off of it. You remove your headphones and take off your hood, already drenched in sweat. You look in Hugh’s direction and notice the sweat slicking off his frame as well, his tank top stained with sweat. You clear your throat and walk over to your duffle bag, setting your headphones inside and grabbing your small towel to wipe the sweat from your brows and temples. You know you’re going to end up removing your hoodie soon, but you feel a bit self-conscious and wish you should have worn a t-shirt because once you remove your hoodie, you’ll be dressed in just a sports bra and spandex. 

You then realize that Hugh’s bag is right next to yours and see him grab his own bottle of water and towel to cool himself down before the start of your workout. 

“Aren’t you hot in that hoodie?” Hugh asks. 

“I like to get a good sweat in,” you blurt out. You clear your throat, not believing that you just said that. “I mean, I just–”

Hugh smiles. “No, no. I understand. It’s like your own personal sauna.” 

“Sure, kinda.” You gnaw at your lower lip before you stand upright, holding onto your bottle of water. “I mean, eventually, this is gonna come off because she makes me work,” you laugh, referring to your personal trainer. “But I like to keep my body and muscles warm.” 

“Ah, so I will get to see what you got hiding underneath there,” he grins. “I mean, your legs look great. I’m eager to see what else you got.” 

Your cheeks heat up once more. “Oh, I wouldn’t be too excited. I don’t have arms like yours.” 

Hugh chuckles and looks down at his own arms, flexing them in front of you and you feel the heat rush immediately between your legs. God, he’s just so muscular and chiseled and– 

“I’d be impressed if you did,” Hugh winks. “Now come on. If we keep her waiting, she’s just gonna make us pay for it,” he continues, pointing to your trainer before he reaches down to take your hand. 

“Ah yeah, that’s a good point. Thanks,” you say, taking his hand as he hoists you up to your feet. You stumble a bit and fall into him, your hands immediately reaching out to brace yourself on his chest. You clear your throat, feeling the hardened muscles underneath your fingertips. His hands fly to your waist to keep you steady and you’re extremely aware of how close you two are. 

“Oh, be careful,” he whispers quietly, looking down at you. “Would hate for you to get injured.” 

“Good thing I’ve got a big, strong man to brace my fall.” 

Hugh chuckles and then releases his hold on you, making you do the same as you both take a step back to create some distance between the both of you. “You’re good for my ego. I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna have to get your number later so that I can be around you all the time.” 

“Are you asking me for my number? The Hugh Jackman?” 

Hugh laughs. “Would that be alright?” 

“I guess we’ll see after today’s training session.” You smile in his direction, feeling more and more confident as the minutes pass. You walk away from him and make your way to your trainer who has two sets of dumbbells next to each other. One set is obviously heavier than the other and you know it’s for Hugh. 

“We’re gonna start off with some bicep curls, supersetting it with bent over rows.” Your trainer begins, continuing to list off the rest of what the workout will consist of. You know that you’ve gotten stronger than when you first started and you try not to focus so much on the man next to you and focus solely on improving than the last time you had trained. 

“After this superset, we’re gonna then move onto a barbell bench press and we’ll also superset it with push-ups.” 

Your trainer continues to speak and you look in the mirror to find that Hugh’s staring at you too. You smile to yourself and then turn your attention to your trainer. She mentions that you will also both be doing squats with a superset of pull-ups. Once she finishes, you watch her make her way to the speaker to turn it up louder. 

Throughout the first exercise, you remain focused on your form, inhaling and exhaling when needed. You feel the burn in your biceps when curling the dumbbells and the burn in your back muscles when doing the bent over rows. You’re dripping in sweat and by the time the first superset is finished, you finally lift the ends of your hoodie over your head. You walk over to your things to drop the hoodie into your duffle bag, grabbing your towel to once again wipe away the sweat. 

Now dressed only in black spandex shorts and a black sports bra, you look up to see Hugh’s eyes taking in your newly exposed frame. He tries to be subtle with where he’s looking, but when your eyes meet his, a shy smile lines his lips. He mouths sorry and then turns away to walk over to the bench where your trainer is setting up. 

“Alright, who wants to go first?” Your trainer asks. 

You speak up instantly. “I’ll go first.”

Your trainer smiles. She always loved your eagerness. “Perfect. We’ll warm up with the bar, both of you.” She points to the bench and you nod, brushing past Hugh to lie back on the bench. You arch your back on the bench and reach up to grip onto the barbell above you. 

“This should be easy for you,” your trainer says. “Aim for 15, but slow and controlled.” 

You nod and unrack the bar before dropping it low to your chest before pressing it back up above you. You focus on your breathing and form as you continue the movements for 15 reps. Once you’re done, you re-rack the barbell and then sit up, looking up at Hugh who’s staring down at you with an impressed look on his face. 

“Same thing for you, Hugh.”

Hugh makes the barbell look like it weighs close to nothing, yet he still controls his movements. You can’t help but watch his muscles flex as he presses the bar for the required amount of reps. It does something to you, seeing him like this, focused and completely in his element. You bite your lower lip and then see him stand up from the bench. He walks away for a moment to retrieve his towel and bottle of water, which gives you enough time to add weight to each side of the barbell. 

This continues for four sets until the last set, your trainer adds 15 pounds to each side, totaling 75 pounds for you to press. You look over at her with wide eyes. “You think I’m able to do 75 pounds?” you ask genuinely. 

“Oh yeah, it’s gonna be easy for you.” 

“But what if–”

She interrupts. “Self-talk,” she says simply. “You can do it. Aim for 3 reps. That’s all.”

Then, Hugh gently nudges you with his shoulder. “You can do it,” he comments, adding your name at the end of his sentence. “And if you want, I can spot you.”

The trainer nods, “That’d be great, Hugh.” Hugh then moves to stand at the top of your head and watches you lie back on the bench. You look up, biting your lower lip at how close his lower half is to you and while you should be focused on bench pressing your personal best, you can’t help but your mind drifting to him. 

“You ready, love?” Hugh asks, the term of endearment slipping past his lips. 

You nod and then place your hands on the bar to unrack before you let it drop slowly to tap your chest before you push it above you with difficulty. It’s heavier than you’ve ever bench pressed before, but having Hugh hover nearby gives you the confidence and strength to do this. 

“Great job, that’s one.” Your trainer says and then you continue for the next two reps without any issue. “Go for five,” she adds.

At the last rep, you struggle, but Hugh’s there to help you push the bar above your chest and then re-rack it. You sit up and grin, sweat dripping from your temples as you stand up. 

“I did it. Oh my god, I did it.” You say with a grin, practically jumping up and down with pride and you quickly move over to hug Hugh, not realizing what you’re doing. Once you do though, you pull back immediately and the heat in your cheeks begin to rise. “Sorry. I just got excited and–”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hugh smiles, his hand moving to rest on your lower back. “You did great. It’s somethin’ to be proud of.”

“Alright, Hugh. You’re up.” Your trainer says with a smile and his hand slowly drops from your back to then add more weight to the bar. 

You move to the mats to do push-ups, but you can’t help but be distracted by Hugh. There is at least one 45 pound plate on each side of the bar and he’s pressing it so easily. His muscles are flexing and you can hear him grunting and it makes you squeeze your legs, clenching around nothing. It’s when he stands up from the bench that he makes eye contact with you and flashes you a wink. 

Oh god, you think to yourself. He definitely knows what you were just doing. 

Throughout the rest of the workout, you and Hugh train without issue. You find that you train really well together, pushing each other to the limit, but also very considerate once you’ve each hit that limit. When it came time to squats though, you find that Hugh’s eyes are glued onto you with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes take in your frame, lingering on your legs and definitely your backside. You pride yourself in the strength you have with squats, being able to add a 45 and a 25 lb plate to each side, totaling 185. 

“Oh, you can do way more than 185,” Hugh says with a chuckle. “That’s way too easy for you.”

“That’s exactly what I said last week,” your trainer laughs. “I think you can at least add another ten pounds each side.”

“That’d be 205 total,” you say hesitantly. “I don’t know…”

“Come on. Let’s add ten each side.” Hugh says, grabbing two ten pound plates and handing one to your trainer. He slides one on one side of the bar while your trainer does the other side. He motions for you to get in position and then steps behind you. “I got you. I’ll spot you again.” 

“But–”

“Self-talk,” your trainer calls out. 

“Fine.” You get underneath the barbell and place it between your shoulder blades as your hands come up to grip the bar. You take a deep breath, looking in front of you in the mirror and seeing Hugh nod reassuringly. “If I’m not able to squat this–”

“You got this,” Hugh interrupts. “It’s all in the mind, love. You gotta believe you can do it.” 

Love. The term of endearment actually motivates you and you take a deep breath before unracking the bar and taking three steps backwards. The bar rests heavily between your shoulders as you squeeze your shoulder blades tight and then you take a deep breath and slowly lower yourself to a squat. Hugh squats with you, arms stretched outwards underneath your own and then stands up once you do. He sees you struggle a bit, but then he watches as you push through your heels until you stand back upright. 

“See, easy,” he whispers into your ear. 

“You’re distracting me,” you call over your shoulder. 

Hugh chuckles and then lets you continue your set of reps. He’s in awe of you. There’s not a lot of people that can keep up with him or his trainer, but he finds your dedication and eagerness to push yourself incredibly attractive. He finds you incredibly attractive. He isn’t paying attention until you re-reack the bar and accidentally bump into him, your backside fully pressed against his front. 

Your trainer wasn’t in the room at the moment, having had to leave to go to the bathroom, so luckily, she wasn’t here to witness the tension that begins to thicken in the air again. Hugh’s hand darts out to rest on your hip, realizing that you were not stepping away from him. 

“You’re impressive,” Hugh whispers, hand tightening on your hip. He feels you push back against him and he growls lowly into your ear. “You keep that up, love and–”

“Hugh,” you whisper, slowly turning around to look up at him. Your hands move to his chest, feeling him flex underneath your fingertips. His other hand comes up to rest on your other hip, pulling you flush against him as the front of your bodies press against one another. “We’re all sweaty,” you point out. 

“Doesn’t bother me.” 

“I think I like having you as my training partner,” you say quietly. 

“Training partner, huh? I like the sound of that.” 

“So, about my number…” you begin, biting your lower lip. 

“Yeah?” 

You really want it?” 

Hugh nods. “Yeah, I really want it.” 

You can’t help but notice the true meaning behind both of your words and you’re about to lean in when you hear the sound of a door opening. Quickly, you pull back from Hugh and look up at him. He’s smiling in your direction and then moves away to remove the weight off the bar. 

“Let’s finish this session and then we can talk.” 

—

After two hours, you and Hugh finally finish the training session with your trainer. You’re lying on your back on the mats, trying to cool down and catch your breath before your trainer gently nudges your foot. You sit up and then stand on your feet. 

“Are you okay with Hugh joining us more regularly? You two are good partners.” she says, arms crossed over her chest. 

“Yeah, that’s fine with me. That was a really good workout,” you point out. 

“Good workout because he was here or because–”

“Because of you!” you interrupt with a chuckle. “And it helps that he’s here too.” 

She laughs. “You did really well today. I know you got in your head a few times there, but you showed up for yourself. How do you feel?”

You shrug. “I’m a work in progress, but today was a good day. I’d consider it a win.” 

“Good,” she replies. “I’m proud of you. It’s not easy, but you’re putting yourself first and that’s a huge improvement from when we first met.” 

“I’m trying,” you say. “Taking it day by day, but I’m feeling good about myself. I feel like I finally have control again.” 

“Well, you deserve all the good things in this world. You just gotta believe that too. I’ll see you next week.” Your trainer walks away to start cleaning up and she waves at Hugh who’s walking towards you now. 

He leans down to grab his bag and drapes it over his shoulder as he looks down at you. “So, I think we’re training partners now.”

“I heard,” you smile. “Will that be okay? I know you have extreme training to do to become Wolverine again, but–”

“Of course it will be okay. Seeing you push yourself out of your comfort zone helps push me out of mine. This will be a good thing. Trust me.”

“Oh, I’ve done a lot of trusting you today,” you tease, grabbing your bag and slinging it across your body. You both wave at your personal trainer before leaving the gym and walking outside to your cars. 

“And I haven’t failed yet, have I?” he asks, walking alongside you to your car. 

“No. No, you haven’t.” 

“Good,” Hugh smiles. “I don’t plan to.” He watches you place your duffle bag into your trunk and then before he could speak, you reach your hand out, palm facing upwards. “What?” 

“Phone please, sir.” 

Hugh’s eyes narrow down at you. Sir. He wants to push you against your car and just devour you, but he has to refrain himself. He reaches for his phone and then hands it to you, watching as you type away. Once you return it back to him, he looks down at his phone and lets out a soft chuckle. He sees your number, but then he notices the name that you entered. 

Training partner 💪

“Oh, very clever,” he smiles. 

“Maybe if I get as muscular as you, we’ll upgrade that to swole-mate.” 

Hugh laughs, his nose wrinkling as the sound of his laughter comes deep from within. It makes you smile that you’re able to make him laugh. You had put him on a pedestal for being a famous actor, but after spending just a few hours with him today, he’s so much more normal than you thought. 

“Swole-mate, huh?” Hugh says after his laughter slowly dies down. “Is that a play on word for soulmate?” 

“Maybe,” you chuckle. “It’s dorky, I know. I was just kidding.” 

“No, I like it. You don’t have to be muscular to be my swole-mate. So, I’m just gonna go ahead and change that.” He then types away on his phone and then turns it in your direction. 

You smile to yourself and see the new name that’s now attached to your number.

Swole-mate 💪

“Perfect,” you say with a smile. 

“I think so.” Hugh responds, staring deeply into your eyes. “So, I guess I’ll see you next week.”

“Yes, you will. Thank you for spotting me today… And pushing me.”

“Happy to do it.” Hugh winks. “Get home safe.”

“You too, Hugh.” 

—

Later that night, you stare at your phone and realize that while you had given your number to Hugh, he hadn’t given you his. You try to reflect on today’s events, but your mind keeps drifting to Hugh. There was certainly something there between the both of you, something unspoken. You convince yourself that the attraction is mutual – after all, you couldn’t help but think back to that moment at the squat rack. You felt every inch of him when you pressed back into him and his hands on your hips– 

You sigh, trying to shake the thoughts out of your mind. There was no way that someone like Hugh Jackman would be interested in someone like you. He’s famous and he could have any woman he wanted and you… Well, you were just normal. 

Your mind continues to drift, but you feel your phone vibrate. It takes you out of your thoughts and you look down to see an unsaved number. Opening the message, a smile begins to line your lips and your heart begins to flutter with emotions you hadn’t felt in a very long time. 

UNKNOWN: Hello, swole-mate. 

You don’t even need to ask who it is because before you can even respond, another message pops up. 

UNKNOWN: It’s Hugh, by the way. 

You lie back on your bed, phone in your hand as you stare up at it with a goofy grin on your face. It feels like you’re a teenager all over again talking to your crush. You then add his number to your contacts list and add the same name that he has on his.

YOU: Hello, Hugh. 

Then, after a few seconds, your phone begins to ring. You answer it without hesitation and hear his voice on the other end of the line. It sounds so much deeper and his accent is thicker as he begins to talk.

“I had to make sure you gave me your actual number,” Hugh chuckles. 

“Why would I give you a fake number? When Hugh Jackman asks for your number, you gotta give the right one.”

He laughs. “You know, I’m a normal person too.”

You smile to yourself. “You’re the Wolverine, Hugh. I think saying you’re normal isn’t doing you justice.” 

“What would you call me then?” He asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Hot, maybe?” Hugh teases. 

“Okay, okay. That got to your head, didn’t it?” 

You can hear Hugh laugh all day if you could. It’s so infectious and it makes you giggle too. “Maybe. Just surprised that someone like you thinks an old man like me is hot.”

“Here we go with the old man thing again,” you giggle. “Have you seen yourself, Hugh? You don’t strike me as old.”

“Oh, well my bones and joints will disagree with you, love.” 

Love. There it is again and your stomach feels like it’s doing flips. 

“You know, you are very distracting, Hugh.” 

“Yeah? Am I distracting you right now?” 

“Maybe…”

Hugh chuckles and then responds, “You’re very distracting too.” 

“And we’re training partners,” you say with a quiet laugh. 

“Actually, we’re swole-mates.” 

You can’t help but laugh as you turn onto your tummy and bury your face into your pillow. Your cheeks are heating up as you hear Hugh’s voice on the other end.

“What’s so funny?” 

“Can’t believe I got you to say swole-mates.” 

Hugh chuckles. “Listen, um…” You can hear him breathing on the other end and it seems like he’s hesitating. Nervous. Anxious, maybe. 

“Yeah?” 

“Do you want to come by my place and have lunch after our workout next week?” He finally asks. 

You bite your lower lip and without hesitation, you reply. “That’d be great. Are you gonna cook for me, Hugh?” 

Hugh lets out a breath of relief and then chuckles. “That’s the plan, yeah.”

“Oh, then I’d love to have lunch with you.” 

“I’ll pick you up and we can ride together to the gym?” He asks. 

“That sounds great, Hugh.” You can’t help but imagine all of the different things that could happen and you can just feel Hugh’s hands on your hips, his length pressed against you as it was earlier. You need it. You need him. You weren’t the type of person to indulge in casual relationships, but after your last and most recent failed relationship, it’s time you prioritize yourself (and that includes your needs and desires). 

“Alright then, love. We should call it a night.” 

“Okay, Hugh. I’ll text you my address.”

“Perfect. Good night,” he says softly. 

“Good night, Hugh.”

You hang up the phone and then look up at the ceiling once you roll onto your back. You have one week until you see him next and you’re sure that something will happen and it excites you. Hugh excites you. 

Before you go to bed that night, you send a text to Hugh with your address. Within a few seconds, he replies.

HUGH: Great. Can’t wait to see you next week. Good night, love. 

[freeabortionslol]

Sassy Man Apocalypse (luke hughes x gf!reader)

summary: you and your bf luke finally have a night for yourselves after not seeing each other for two months, but your drunk friends decide to crash it

warnings! sassy luke (obvi), heated makeout, suggestive, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, fluff, slightest bit of angst

a/n I feel like the makeout is so poorly written so pls ignore that. also I can just imagine luke being contributing to the sassy man apocalypse so I wanted to play off that. pls look up "himym robin Canucks" on yt so u understand what scene im talking abt. anyways happy reading!

wc: 2.5k

You and Luke were ready for a night in, just the two of you. He’d been in New Jersey for two weeks and you couldn’t handle missing him any longer. When he told you he was going to fly out to come visit you, you were nothing but ecstatic. Jumping up and down on the other line of the facetime as he laughed at you in joy. Now the two of you were lying on the couch watching How I Met Your Mother for the 6th time. It didn’t matter that you were sick of the show because all you could think of was the chest you were lying on. When Luke was away you missed him more than you cared to admit. The bed felt cold and empty without him by your side, but you were forever grateful that he was finally here. You were both cozied up on each other wearing hoodies and sweatpants. Your head lying on his chest while his hand gently stroked your back. Your arm was wrapped around his torso like he might leave if you were to let go. You started to feel your eyes close slightly at the comfort of the moment. Everything about it was perfect down to a T. Luke was watching the tv as he grabbed another handful of popcorn from the bowl on the coffee bowl. 

“Robin is so overdramatic. There’s no way the Canucks are THAT attractive.” He shook his head at the tv and you tilted your head to look up at him, stealing a kiss on his jawline.

“Well when a New Jersey Devil walked into my apartment this afternoon, my panties just about dropped so hard there was a hole in the floor halfway to China.” You smiled at him and he began to laugh slightly. Luke grabbed your chin and pulled you closer to him, so he could plant a kiss on your lips. It was soft and sweet at first, but deepened quickly. You pulled back for a moment, letting yourself get a couple of breaths in, but he quickly went back in. He firmly grabbed your waist, pulling you onto his lap to straddle. Your hand moved to the nape of his neck, running a finger through his hair. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, causing a slight moan to escape from the back of your throat. Luke took this as a signal to move his hands down to your ass, pulling you up closer to his groin. A groan escaped his lips when you moved your hips slightly against him. Your left hand moved further up his hair underneath his hood, while your right began to travel down to his chest. You tugged at his curls which caused him to move his hands back to your waist, flipping you over under him. With your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer, he removed his lips from yours to begin placing a trail of wet kisses down your neck. You had one hand tangled in his hair, with the other clawing at his back for more attention. He wanted to tease you, make you want it more than you already did. His hand started to make its way up your shirt when he found the sweet spot on your neck. A very soft “Luke” leaving your lips as he began teething at your skin, letting his hand trail up to your breast. You gave him a noise that he knew was only reserved for him as you grew hungry for his touch. Just as the moment was growing more intense by the second, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You decided to ignore it, and Luke started slowly pulling your sweatshirt off. You were both entranced in each other as you felt him pulling up the cloth on your bare skin, until you felt your phone buzz about ten more times. As much as you wanted to let him keep going you let out a quiet “Stop.” Luke’s lips leaving your neck in an instant as he buried his head into your shoulder in defeat.

“What is it?” He groaned out clearly frustrated. You pulled your phone out of your front pocket, to see ten new messages from your best friends Amelia and Maddy. 

Mads: dronk dronk dronk need ride and warm bed

Meels: lorst my shnoes feet hurrrtttttt

Mads: pleeeeeaaassseeeee we are downtown and no money for uber 

You pointed the phone towards Luke to show him the several messages you’d been sent. He scoffed at the sight, and buried his face further into your neck.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” He whined and let out a frustrated groan. A part of you wanted to ignore the messages and let him dive into you, but you knew if you were drunk in the city at one in the morning with nowhere to stay, you’d be scared. Without having to ask, Luke got off you and stood up holding his hand out for you to take. 

“Baby, I can go alone if you want. I’ll just find them a shitty hotel or something.” You said with a tone of sympathy as you let him pull you off the couch. You gave him puppy eyes hinting at the fact that you did not want to go alone.

“You think I'd let you go out in the city at night alone? You’re crazy.” He gave you a smirk and held his grip to your hand as he walked to the front door, grabbing your car keys on the way out. 

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The drive to downtown only took about seven minutes. Luke was settled in the driver's seat with his hood up. One hand gripping the steering wheel, and the other rested in yours on the center console. He pulled into a street parking spot to wait for the two girls. You sent them a message letting them know you were there. The car was quiet for the most part, the soft sounds of Lord Huron playing from the radio, but that all changed when the backseat door opened. Amelia and Maddy were laughing relentlessly about something stupid probably. The car quickly filled with the stench of cigarette smoke and tequila. Luke gave me a glance that said “Save me” and I returned an apologetic smile.

“LUUKKEEEE I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE COMING!” Amelia screamed in a way that echoed throughout the car.

“Can you please use your inside voice? You’re making my ears bleed.” Luke stared only out the front windshield, earning a loud laugh from Amelia in the backseat. He tightened the grip on the steering wheel, slowly rubbing circles on your hand as he pulled out of the parking spot. You turned around to face the drunk girls while they recapped their night which was filled with sugary shots and random makeouts with nameless men. Luke drove in silence while you giggled with the girls. You laughed at how drunk they managed to get in the span of two hours, but Luke was clearly not amused. 

“Luke, I'm hungry. Can we stop at Taco Bell?” Maddy slurred through her sentence, letting her tongue out of her mouth for a slight dry heave.

“No. We have food at the apartment.” His speech flattened, clearly annoyed.

“But I haven’t eaten all day and I want a crunch wrap.” She whined as she kicked her feet against his seat, which earned you a death stare from Luke. You only shrugged at him.

“I’m not responsible for your eating habits, Madeleine.” Maddy let out a frustrated grown, slouching back into her seat. 

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Getting the girls into a house was more of a challenge than the two of you expected it to be. Maddy marched in perfectly, but Amelia was so stubborn and felt that her seat in the car was more comfortable than wherever you intended to move her. Luke slung his arm around her waist, letting her fall limp onto him, while you placed a hand on her back worrying that she’d manage to fall over. When the four of you entered the apartment, Luke immediately let go of Amelia, already annoyed by her presence. The two girls ran to the kitchen with you and Luke following close behind. Maddy found herself settled on the countertop while Amelia began to rummage through the cabinets. Luke sat on a barstool at the kitchen island and you claimed the spot standing next to him. He pulled out his phone and opened instagram, trying to distract himself from the loud girls, screaming in his girlfriend’s kitchen. You placed a hand on his back, slowly rubbing circles around the fabric of his hoodie. Luke tilted his glance from his phone to see Amelia pulling his favorite bag of chips out of the cabinet.

“No. Those are mine.” He gave her a stare that could kill. She turned around slamming the bag of chips on the counter, giving him a disgusted look.

“So, you say there’s food at the house, but we can’t eat it.” A slight sassy tone to her voice. Luke nodded his head with eyes widened, as he bit on his bottom lip. Amelia rolled her eyes and placed “his” bag of chips back into the cabinet. You gave him a slight nudge to which he looked over to. You gave him a look that sent him the memo “don’t be a dick” and he heard it loud and clear. Luke sighed and put his hands over his face.

“Why don’t we just order a pizza?” He muffled through his hands. The two girls started cheering, jumping up and down. You smiled at him before running to your bedroom to get your laptop. When you returned, Luke held out his hands signaling you to give it to him. He placed the laptop on the counter and started typing into the search engine. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder while looking at the laptop screen. You could smell his cologne coming off his neck, and in all honesty it made you wish your friends never called. 

“Luke, what's your venmo?” Maddy asked from the counter, earning a big grin from luke.

“I got it.” He said as he smiled and nodded his head like he was the hero that saved everyone. Amelia clapped her hands in joy, as you planted a kiss on his cheek whispering “Love you Lukey.” into his ear which made him blush profusely. 

“We got that NHL card paying for our food tonight.” Maddy shouted, holding her hand out to Amelia for a high five. Luke responded with a triumphant fist to the air. You could tell that even though he wanted it to just be the two of you, a part of him was having fun with your friends. When Luke closed the laptop after ordering the pizza, you sat down at the stool next to him. You grabbed his hand and began tracing over his fingers with your thumb. The scent of liquor and cigarettes had been replaced by your pumpkin spice candle that was centered on the island as the night began to quiet down.

“Hey Luke, are there any hot guys on your team?” Amelia asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

“Uh I guess some of them are good looking.” He said, not looking up from his phone.

“Can you set me up with one of them?” She gave a mischievous smile at Luke whose eyes were still glued to the instagram reel he was watching.

“No.” He deadpanned.

“What? Whyyyy?” Amelia groaned and let her shoulders slump.

“Because I would never want to put them through that.” Amelia’s mouth gaped wide open as you and Maddy giggled at Luke's comment. You could see a slight smile creeping up on Luke’s face which relieved you, knowing that he wasn’t entirely miserable.

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After about twenty minutes, the pizza had arrived and the four of you were now in the kitchen snacking on the greasy food Luke and graciously paid for. The four of you were casually throwing jokes around, most of Luke’s being at Amelia’s expense. He thought it fit best knowing that she had come in and ruined your perfect night in. Maddy was still sitting on the counter with a plate under her slice. She tried to eat without one, but Luke made sure that no pizza sauce was going to get on the linoleum you had moped earlier that day. When Luke finished his slice, his hand made its way to your thigh, painting figures with his thumb. You decided since everyone was finishing up with their food, and it was almost three in the morning, it was time to discuss sleeping arrangements. You told the girls that they would either have to share the love seat in the living room, or make a palette on the floor.

“What? Are you kidding? We both can’t fit on that couch, and there’s no way you’re gonna make us sleep on the hardwood floor.” Maddy whined from her spot on the counter.

“Yeah, we thought we were gonna sleep on the floor in your room, or we’re you guys gonna fuck?” Amelia finished the bite of her pizza crust as she spoke, and Luke returned a deadpan stare.

“Well we were planning on it.” She groaned at Luke’s response and you gave him a playful smack to the shoulder. “But I guess anything fucking goes with the two of you.” Luke crossed his arms in frustration. The girls grew smiles as you leaned your head into Luke’s shoulder, giving his arm a squeeze. 

You and Luke made your way to the hallway closets rummaging for blankets and pillows for the girls, and threw them into the room. Luke insisted they had to set it up themselves since he’d already done enough for them tonight. The girls shuffled into the room already on the floor setting up their palette, and you made yourself comfortable in the bed. You flopped onto Luke, resting your head into the crook of his neck while your arms wrapped around him. He grabbed the remote and turned How I Met Your Mother on the bedroom tv. The same episode you had been watching earlier. As the show began to play in the background, you planted a kiss on his neck and whispered a “Thank you.”

“If this is how I get to end my night, I will take care of your drunk friends all the time.” You gave him a smile and he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You let yourself fall into a deep slumber as Luke stroked his hand up and down your arm. The quiet noise of the tv playing in the background, and the subtle laughs of your best friend’s from the floor, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I get it. When I see Luke’s brother, my panties drop harder than that.” Maddy let out during the same scene you and Luke had watched earlier.

“Shut the fuck up. Go to sleep.” Luke said as his eyes started to flutter shut, at the feel of your breath on his neck soothing him to sleep.

[y2xnjn]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ tipsy!yeonjun (nsfw 18+)

— a/n: happy birthday to the one and only!! sorry this is very very late, but here is my first work. i hope you guys enjoy it! inspired by drunk jjun cause he's js so dear to me 💕

✧ tipsy!yeonjun x fem!reader, wc: 1.7k

✧ warnings: smut— MDNI !! unprotected sex, oral, pet names (baby, princess)

you take in the way yeonjuns face crinkles when he smiles. his bangs splayed over his eyes, ruffled and his grin lopsided, softly laughing as you try to take the bottle in front of him. he puts his hands out, attempting to grab any of the previously emptied bottles on the table but gives up, eventually finding comfort in your hand instead. he looks up at you, and that’s the first time you really see his eyes that night, pink and his cheeks even pinker, so when he asks you if he can stay the night how can you say no?

taking yeonjun up to your bedroom, his body weight leaning on you and stumbling at every turn. when you lay him on your bed, he doesn’t let go of your hand. you squirm trying to leave, aiming for the door and to shut off the lights, so he can rest, but his grip stays firm. please, his eyes say, hooded, but coated with a gloss that makes you gulp and lay next to him, your stomach flipping. yeonjun pulls you closer, one hand finding its way around your waist, and the other at the back of your head stroking your hair. the scent of alcohol fills up your nose as it’s buried in his neck, but you don’t mind because you smell it just as much as his natural scent.

soon enough, his hand that stayed wrapped around your waist has traveled down to your ass, and his fingers softly trail under your shorts, over your bare skin. his touch gentler than usual, sending shivers down your spine when he says in your ear, with a low and gruff voice, “you’re so pretty baby.” his lips give one kiss to yours as if warning you about what’s to come before they make their way to your neck. soft and pillowy like they’re not even there, but you’re definitely feeling the effects of it, your mind turning fuzzy as he trails even lower, mellow nips at your collarbone.

he looks up at you with one last kiss to your cleavage, his eyes still glossy but with a newfound heat in them before he’s rolling you over and hovering on top of your subdued body, hands on either side of you. tonight, yeonjun is gentle, nearly faded, in some sort of daze, but right now, the more tender he is, the more you want him.

“jjun,” eyes mimicking his pleas from earlier, your hands find their way to tug at his hoodie. the bulge in his pants rests against your thigh, and it grows as you whimper, his lips taking yours again. he ruts onto your thigh with fluid movements. so slow, soo slow, almost like he’s torturing himself, but he’s just too out of it to realize how badly he wants to feel you. shifting his weight to one hand, he grasps your breast, his finger brushing over your clothed nipple as he smiles against your skin at the way your breath gets caught in your throat and your heartbeat speeds up. “yeonjun, please.”

“my pretty girl,” he smiles, watching you whine in discomfort, trying to tease you, but the way he continues to grind against your leg tells you he’s just as desperate. his fingers ghost over your clothed slit, barely able to feel the sensations over the denim of your jeans, and you cry out, bucking your hips, needing him to do something, to touch you somewhere. “so good for me. ”

tears well up in your eyes in frustration, and he seems to take notice, finally applying pressure where you need him most. unbuttoning your pants, he pulls them down along with your lace panties that make him groan at the sight. “looking so cute for me. my pretty princess, only for me, isn't that right?" you nod, feverishly; gulping when his lips brush against the cloth so softly, it barely feels like a tingle, though it sends sparks through your legs, making your thighs close together absentmindedly. yeonjun pushes one thigh down to keep you spread apart, just enough space for him to ruin you with his tongue. he tugs the lace to the side and stares in awe at the amount of wetness that has spread across, nearly drenched in arousal. he leans in torturously slow, gloss-coated fox eyes making contact with yours, and tongues at your folds. he doesn’t stop holding eye contact, except when his eyes roll back and he moans at the taste of you.

your body trembles under his control as he eats you out, his mouth on every inch of your pussy, licking you up and sucking hard where you feel it the most, as if he was made for this, made to please you. cries travel far, your neighbors would probably be able to hear how good he’s giving it to you, with every dip of his tongue into your hole, you whine and with every nudge of his nose against your bud, you squirm until you finally reach your limit. fingers tangling in his hair and tugging to warn him of your climax, he doesn’t stop, and instead gives you what you’re asking for, putting his all in to give you a mind blowing orgasm. “need you to cum on my tongue, baby. please give it to me,” he whines as he says it, as if he needs you to cum more than you do.

before you’re able to relax, yeonjun’s fingers prod at your cunt, gentle but still enough pressure to make you whimper due to the overstimulation. his hooded eyes traverse your body, and he bites his lip, his hands moving to undo his belt. pulling his pants down, his cock slips out, red and veiny, your eyes water at the sight.

"baby," you coo, "you're so hard." your hand reaches out, smearing his tip with your thumb, and he whimpers at the touch, squirming and hanging his head low as you rub him. you feel like you're in control for a split second until he looks back up, eyes on you as if he was about to pounce and ruin you until you can barely speak a word, lips caught between his teeth, bruised and swollen and hair disheveled from the aftermath of your fingers. your hands still on his cock, and you suddenly feel like prey, as he towers over you. yeonjun rubs his tip against your clit, whatever remnants from your previous orgasm leaking out, and he absorbs your cries for him to just slip it in with his lips pressed against your mouth, wanting you to beg for his touch. “jjun— i need you. please— want it so bad, so bad, need you to put it in.”

tears prick from the corner of your eyes, and his gaze softens when he sees a stream down your cheek, your lips jousted out in a pretty pout. he presses his palm against your cheek and kisses your pout with one of his own before he sweetly mutters against your lips, "i'll give you whatever you want when you sound that pretty for me, princess." you feel him enter you with a low groan emitting from his throat, and the stretch never fails to make you twitch. you shut your eyes to distract yourself from the pressure, more tears falling from your eyes, and yeonjun kisses them away, taking your hand into his and squeezing it tightly until his warmth enters you fully.

every ridge of his cock scratches your walls with satisfaction, the weight of his stomach pressing against the bulge that rests inside you. the feeling of your walls tightly wrapped around his length makes it hard for him to thrust into you, his mouth agape at the way you take him in. your hand once again find itself in his locks, fingers nearly imprinted into his scalp from the way he cautiously moves. yeonjun’s eyebrows furrow as he focuses on his movements, finally fucking into with a pace.

the circumstances aren’t new, but the effect the motion has on you makes you feel a way you’ve never felt. yeonjun’s thrusts are lazy, but they hit a spot inside you that has you yelling. he tightly grips your hips, controlling the way they buck up every time his length presses into your cervix. he opens his eyes when you grab his hair harshly, and nearly cums at the sight of your fucked out face, and he prays the alcohol in his system has worn off, so he can remember the sight. “you’re so tight- so pretty, so mesmerizing.” he almost sobs, a rough thrust making you scream. “gonna fucking cum in you, princess, make some pretty babies— can i please, please cum?”

the tears are finally visible in his glossy, bloodshot eyes, about to break free if you make him hold out any longer, so your hand moves down to hold his jaw as you press a kiss to his lips, moaning a soft, “yes, jjunie. fill me up.”

this puts him over the edge, his cum filling you up with warmth, and you throw your head back at the feeling. his thrusts turn sloppy, but don't stop, riding out his own high and pushing yours further. he feels you clenching even harder, pulling him closer by his hair as you wail out that you're close. "pretty girl's gonna cum all over me? make me hers?" you nod, and his movements become faster. yeonjun clenches his jaw, gritting his teeth at the pain of the overstimulation, but doesn't let up, wanting you to feel as good as he did. "fuck, come on, baby. want your cute fucking pussy to claim me."

your second high finally hits you, your walls fluttering around his cock as your seed spills out, and you moan into his mouth with a soft smile. he pulls out, his softening length dripping all over the glistening skin of your thighs. a soft curse falls from his lips when your hands finally release his hair, a sense of relief washing over the two of you as he falls beside you. sweaty and heaving breaths fill the air, and you look over at him, expecting to see him passed out, but you're met with his gleaming eyes and a cute pout. his cheeks are tainted with bubblegum, and you feel like showering him with affection, so you lean over and kiss his forehead. his lips stretch out into a gooey smile when you pull back, and his eyes flutter shut, his heavy breaths slowing down until his chest is rising and falling in a relaxed motion. "go to sleep, baby. i'll cure your hangover in the morning with something special."

[hyuuukais]

𐙚 ๋࣭ ⭑love, or han jisung

♡ pairing - han x reader

♡ just a lil thing bc han is cute and these photos made me go crazy :33 (unedited !!)

♡ warnings - food mention, cannibalism joke djdjdj, ummm i don't think anything else but lmk if i missed smthn !

♡ wc - tba (short lol, i'll check on my laptop when i can!)

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"How do I look here?" Han asks timidly, and you roll over to look at the photos he's got up on his phone. "Do I look okay...?"

There's nothing you can say at first, just staring at the images and swiping between the three selcas with your mouth slightly open. Okay? Oh, he looks way better than okay. With his hair growing longer, it covers part of his face in a mass of fluff, and you have to fight the urge to break every pair of scissors at the JYPE building.

"You look amazing, as always," you say with a smile when you realize you've been silent too long.

Although you've only been dating a few months, you knew how Jisung could get when you didn't reply fast enough, but sometimes your mouth doesn't move as quickly as your brain does. You never want him to think you're not talking because you don't like something or don't care, unknowingly letting his insecurities spiral as you regain the function to speak. It's almost always the opposite, speechless from awe, not disgust.

Like now, reassuring him you mean what you say with a peck on his cheek. You've spent the day lounging in bed and listening to the rain fall, entangled in each other's warmth. He's wearing one of the few hoodies you haven't stolen away and a matching pair of sweat pants. It's simple, it's him. There's a soft smile on Jisungs face as he stretches over you to place his phone down on the nightstand. As soon as it hits the wood, he's dropped his entire body weight onto you.

"Jisuuuuung," you groan, dramatically gasping under him. "I can't breathe!"

You try and try to roll out from under him, but he's got you pinned down. Turning your head to the side, you find his face right by yours and jump at the sudden distance; more of a flinch than a jump really, considering your current position. A goofy smile forms on Jisung's face, your own features mimicking his. With the hand not squished by his body, you poke Jisung's cheek and he sticks his tongue out.

"I could eat you, you're so cute," You say, scrunching up your nose. "Like, just a bite out of your squishy cheek. Just a nibble on the tip of your nose."

"Am I dating a cannibal?" Jisung's eyes widen in fake shock, raising himself above you on his palms dramatically. As hard as he's trying to keep the act up, a few breathy laughs escape him. "Baby, do I need to call Minho-hyung to cook some food for you? I'm worried."

"No, I have a nice meal right here." You don't give him time to react before you're wrapping a hand behind his neck and sinking your teeth into his neck lightly. You can feel him jolt before relaxing into your touch.

Kissing the spot your teeth landed on, you pull back to see Jisung with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his blushing face. When he opens his eyes, you're sure he's found the same on you, leaning in to rub the tip of your noses together. You're against the headboard now, fingers tangling into his hair, the hood of his sweater falling behind his ears.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Jisung asks, eyebrows knitting together.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm not always here, or because of past arguments, or because I'm too much-" You cut him off by brushing your fingers over his lips.

"Whoever told you you're too much doesn't know what they're missing out on, Ji. You're funny and talented, and you're mine," He sighs into your cheek. "I love all of you, whether you're here physically or not. If you need me to verbalize it more I will, because I will never have a problem telling my beautiful boyfriend how much I love him."

"I like it when you call me that."

"Boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend."

"My boyfriend, Han Jisung."

This time, his lips find yours and you can't tear away, breathless in minutes. When you finally do pull away, his face is flushed and his lips are puffy. You giggle and cup his face with one hand, the other intertwined with his. You stay like this for a while, listening to the rain and basking in each other's presence. Love, or in your words, Han Jisung.

♡

notes - this is not edited lol and also was supposed to be a cute lil thing without much plot at all :33 hehehe i hope u enjoyeeeed. also, @tfshouldidohere , GO TO BED !!

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night time visits (h.h)

so, hi! it's been a while! at least i think it has 🤣 i saw hyunjin's recent instagram live, and i thought of this idea! it's kind of a cliffhanger, but it's pretty cute. in my opinion 🤭 i hope you like it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You run your hands through your hair as you walk the halls of JYP Entertainment. It's late in the night, but you can't find the heart to go home yet. You've been a trainee here for almost three years, working hard to try and make your debut.

Headphones are sitting on your head as you listen to the track you made. You're almost desperate to get this song done before JYP's deadline. The only thing you've got left to do is figure out the arrangement.

The halls are dimly lit since it's so late, so you're a little surprised to see one of the dance rooms lit up. You furrow your brows while walking closer to the closed door.

You peek inside, seeing a tall man wearing a red hoodie. He's dancing in front of the wall of mirrors, and you notice his phone propped up against it.

“He must be an idol,” you mutter to yourself, watching how fluid his dance style is.

A gasp leaves your lips when his head suddenly turns towards you. You jump back and quickly walk down the hallway. You shove the headphones off, letting them rest on your neck as you go around the corner.

You breathe a little heavily, hearing the person open the door. You involuntarily hold your breath, not wanting the guy to find you.

He hums, and you don't move until you hear the sound of the door closing. You release a breath and peek around the corner to check. You jump again at the sight of him standing outside the door, his eyes meeting yours.

Your heart hammers against your chest as he walks over to you, his arms crossing over his chest. “I'm so sorry,” you immediately apologize, not wanting to lose your trainee position. “I was just–”

“It's okay. I'm just surprised there's people here,” he chuckles.

You shyly chuckle, tucking some hair behind your ears. “I have a deadline coming up, so I'm trying to get this song finished,” you inform him, motioning to your headphones.

“Oh, you're a trainee?” He asks, lowering his hood. Your breath hitches in your throat as you realize who you're speaking to.

Hwang Hyunjin of Stray Kids standing in front of me. You think to yourself, trying not to freak out. “Yea… Yeah,” you stumble over your words, finding yourself blushing.

Hyunjin chuckles and looks down at the floor for a few seconds. “I take it you know who I am,” he laughs, finding your reaction to be a little adorable.

“Yeah,” you mumble and bow politely. “You guys are a huge inspiration.”

He shakes his head, waving his hands. “Oh my god,” Hyunjin mutters, hiding his face in embarrassment. “I'm glad we can be an inspiration for you.”

Your heart flutters in your chest before looking down the hall. “I'd love to chat more, but I should get going,” you jab your thumb in the other direction, tucking your lip between your teeth.

“Yeah, I should head back too,” Hyunjin mentions, taking a step back. “Maybe I'll see you around?”

You can't believe this is happening. “Yeah! I'll see you around, Hyunjin,” you say with a smile, starting to walk away.

Hyunjin begins to walk back to the room he was in before realizing that he never got your name. He quickly runs back to where you guys were talking, releasing a disappointed sigh when he sees that you're gone.

“Damn,” he whispers to himself, walking back into the practice room. “Maybe Chan will know.”

~

You're putting the finishing touches on your first fully produced song. You can feel the tears begin to pool, feeling proud of yourself that you've accomplished this goal.

You save the file before emailing it to JYP himself. You release a deep breath afterward. You shut your laptop and shove it into your bag.

After cleaning up the recording studio, you walk out the door. You adjust the bag on your shoulder as you walk towards the elevators. You walk past the practice rooms, noticing one of the lights on again.

There's no way… right? You ask yourself while taking a step towards the door. Your breath hitches in your throat when you spot Hyunjin sitting on the couch.

You notice him scrolling through his phone, and you decide to tell him the good news. You knock on the door before opening it. Hyunjin looks over, smiling upon seeing you.

“Hey! It's Y/N, right?” He asks you, locking his phone before standing up.

Your eyes widen, wondering how he knew your name. “I, uh, yeah! How'd you know?” You ask with a giggle, clasping your hands together.

“I asked Chan,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassingly. “You didn't tell me when we saw each other last, and when I went back to ask… you were already gone.”

You're shocked, honestly. You blink at him a few times, snapping yourself out of your daze. “Bang Chan?” You elaborate, remembering the times you went to him for advice.

Hyunjin nods his head. The two of you stand in complete silence, avoiding each other's gazes. You release a light gasp, remembering why you walked in here in the first place. “I wanted to tell you that I finished my song!” You mention with a grin.

He smiles down at you, raising his hand for a high five. “That's great! I'm proud of you. Maybe I'll be able to hear it,” he says while nudging you slightly.

Your cheeks blush, and you nod your head in agreement. “Yeah, totally. Uhm, we can get coffee one day when you're free?” You ask him, pulling your phone out from your pocket.

“Yeah, I'd like that,” he nods his head, taking your phone from your hands. You watch him input his contact details, and you laugh when he suddenly takes a photo with your phone, too. “If you're free Friday, I can go anytime.”

“I'd love to,” you smile at him.

“I'll text you later then,” he says, starting to walk back towards the practice room. “Send me your song!”

You giggle to yourself as he points at you, disappearing into the room. You gently bite your lip, looking down at your phone screen to see Hyunjin's number.

You lock your phone and slide it into your back pocket, continuing towards the elevators. You press the button to call it, happy that it opens immediately. It takes you to the ground floor, and you keep your excitement inside.

Once you reach the street, a squeal comes from your lips. You cover your mouth instantly, looking around to see if anyone is looking at you.

While waiting for the crosswalk, you pull your phone back out. You quickly manage to find the file of your song and share it with Hyunjin, adding a text after.

I'm pretty nervous about sharing this with you, but I hope you like it! We can talk about it Friday 🥰 I can't wait to see you ☺️

Your heart pounds against your chest, putting your phone away once more. You tuck your hands into your pockets and start crossing the street, walking towards your dorm. All you can think about is your interaction with Hyunjin, missing the vibration in your pocket.

I'm sure I'm going to love it. Chan's said such nice things about you. I can't wait to see you either 🤭 See you Friday, Y/N 🥰

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[lenreli]

steel-framed, concrete form [Dreamling Week Day 4 - Dirty]

[AO3] | [Dreamling Week '24 Masterpost]

Title from SHIV-R's Burning Chrome!

E, 2.8k. Dream visits his friend at his new job.

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The automobile repair shop smells of gasoline and burning electricity, filling Dream’s head as he looks around for his precious friend. “Hob?” He calls, looking around at the various cars, a motorcycle suspended by bars, lifted off the ground as he walks around the area. 

“Here!” His friend calls and Dream halts, staring at the ground, considering that’s where the voice came from. Looking around, he eventually spots legs covered in oil-splattered jeans underneath a hideous bright yellow car. “Just a mo’,” Hob says, the sound of tinkering and metal and Dream blinks, tilting his head. 

“A mechanic,” he states, baffled as Hob continues his work, eventually sliding out from underneath the car and Dream freezes. Even with a screwdriver in his mouth, his bright smile is unmistakable, and Dream feels hot under collar, wondering if the shop was always this stuffy and he never noticed it, or if it’s because Hob is shirtless. 

And dirty, grime and oil all over his arms and neck, a streak of black going through the greys at his temple, even more on his hands as he gets out a dirty rag from his jean pocket to wipe them, taking the screwdriver from his mouth. “As much as I love the teaching and research, and I’ll definitely go back to it at some point,” Hob says as he gets up from the dolly holding him, Dream can only trail after him, a creature attracted to a magnetic north as Hob pulls on ratty black hoodie, “it’s good to do something with my hands after all this time.” 

“Of course,” he says. I know something you can use your hands on, he doesn’t say, the line popping up from somewhere deep in humanity’s consciousness ― and something he wants as Hob writes on a clipboard, presumably for the car he was just working on. Dream tries not to stare at the hair on Hob’s chest too obviously, listening as Hob talks about setting up his new life as they go outside, and Dream blinks at the lake view that greets them. “America?” 

Hob laughs and nods, getting out a cigarette and lighter, and Dream can feel nearby American birds and wildlife dreaming. “Think it’ll only be a few years, this one. Maybe go back to Europe somewhere,” Hob muses around his cigarette, shrugging. 

Dream nods, staring intently at the lake as Hob continues to smoke, the smell combined with oil making him feel ― something, as he tries to get a hold of himself, to not touch the dirty jeans, leading up to undoubtedly soft skin and splatters of oil through the hair in Hob’s happy trail. 

“Never realise how hot it is in there,” Hob grumbles and zips up his hoodie, and Dream snaps his eyes back to Hob’s face and he swallows, saliva pooling in his mouth without his say-so. 

“You are the only one working,” he points out, confused. 

“Slow week, so the other’s are mainly doing weird hours. Although, I may be the weird one, considering it is like seven in the morning.” Finishing his cigarette, he puts it out on the side of the shop, then puts it into a tiny bin inside as they walk back in. “That’s what they say about me, aside from referencing my Britishness.” 

“You are known for being odd,” he remarks after a while. Hob, getting a toolbox to bring to another car, this time a dark green ute, cracks up, laughter echoing.

“Wow. He’s got jokes today,” Hob says between giggles. “My oldest friend, telling me I’m odd, I’m struck,” he continues with a dramatic air and bright grin and Dream pushes down the smile he can feel forming. Even with Hob being shirtless, the hoodie makes it almost bearable and less like Dream’s going to lose his mind as Hob opens the hood of the ute. 

Hob starts to talk more about his history with cars and Dream listens, putting his hands in his pockets to resist reaching out as eventually, the heat apparently gets to Hob again, and he sheds his hoodie. Swallowing, Dream puts his hands in coat pockets, lest he reach out to touch the sweaty biceps, or the shoulders as they work on the car. 

And Hob keeps asking him for items, thankfully distracting him so the subconscious can tell him what specific type of screwdriver to give Hob. Instead of ― speaking in innuendos involving screwdrivers, or wanting Hob to stop, gripping his thighs and kneeling, tasting the sweat and oil on the other’s belt― 

Not that he would say those banal innuendos, but they stick under his tongue anyway, ready to be let out, so he swallows them down, breath leaving him as Hob stretches, arms going above his head as he leans side to side. Dream averts his eyes to Hob’s knee, the jeans ripped up over it as Hob goes over to another car, tinkering with it. 

There’s vague sounds of welcome and laughter, two of Hob’s co-workers coming in, since they also begin to work on cars, talking about their night’s and how another one of them has reception duty today. Hob talks with them, expression confused as they look over at him, but Dream keeps unnoticed by them, which Hob doesn’t comment on. 

So far, Matthew hasn’t come in, panicking or calling for anything urgent, so Dream stays, fascinated with seeing Hob talk and share inside jokes with his co-workers, their casual touching make him itch under his skin. Hob’s occasional glances at him as they work on cars, the garage doors opening to let more cars in, people milling about outside. 

Enough time passes that Hob goes for his lunch break, Dream follows along silently as he wonders where the time went as Hob gets out something from the fridge ― a salad which he takes to his office, Hob putting his feet under him as he sits on the ratty leather sofa. “Not bored yet?” Hob asks in between bites. 

Dream stands near the sofa, hands still firmly in his pockets, “it is fascinating, compared to your other job I’ve seen you at,” he says, looking out of the window to see a car being levied onto the metal bars, lifting it up so they could work on it. 

Hob laughs, “I bet. More than just books or essays to grade. Though you know everything about mechanics, of course, being all,” Hob gestures at him, “like which of these bastards keeps stealing my Reese’s.” Dream opens his mouth to answer, but is stopped by Hob holding up a finger, “I don’t want to know actually. I’ll find out on my own.” 

“Incorrigible man,” he mutters and Hob laughs once more, most of his salad already inhaled. 

“Pot calling the kettle black a bit,” Hob says between mouthfuls of food as he sits up to lean on the sofa, joining him in watching the garage work. Salad now gone, Hob gets up with a groan, and Dream watches as the container gets stowed into a small bag. Hob gives him a look, dark and piercing and Dream stills ― not that he was moving, expecting something out of a stare like that, but all Hob does is leave the room. 

Dream follows. And he tries to not stare so blatantly at the small of Hob’s back, a thumbprint of oil on his side ― and even as the other mechanics won’t notice him, he still feels obvious as he follows Hob to an area in the large garage without any cars in the vicinity. 

The quiet corner feels private as Hob sighs, crossing his arms and Dream’s sight is redirected to the hairy chest in front of him. “Dream,” the tone, almost afraid, makes him look up as Hob huffs, “if I do something stupid right now, would you leave?” 

“No,” he answers, confused with how serious Hob is. 

“Promise?” Hob steps closer, “on the Dreaming? That even if you hate it, or curse me or whatever, you won’t leave?” Hob continues ― and puts his pinky finger in the air and Dream blinks.

“I promise,” he confirms, joining his own pinky with Hob’s, noticing the oil he can feel on it― 

So focused on the smear of oil he can feel, it takes him a few seconds to realise that’s Hob leant forward, lips pressed against his, pinkies still joined between them― 

And it’s only as Hob’s mouth leaves, does the warmth of him creep in, and he reaches out with his free hand, stopping him from getting even further away as he kisses back. There’s a sigh against his lips, Hob’s other hand grabbing onto his coat collar as they kiss, tentative and new. 

The kiss ends, but Hob stays close, laughing quietly between them, “thank fuck for that,” Hob says, and Dream marvels at almost feeling another quiet laugh, Hob’s eyes crinkling. “I was pretty sure, but y’know, fear that you’d run out on me again,” he says softly and Dream’s eyes widen. 

“I am sorry,” he frowns, “had I known―” 

He’s interrupted with another kiss, Hob letting go of his pinky to scrape a hand through his hair and he shivers, the touch hot, gasping as his hand between them touches the other’s chest, the hair coarse and slick from oil and Dream moans, arousal coiling tightly and Hob laughs into his mouth. “Later.” 

Unwillingly, his face heats up, unwilling to let go of Hob’s chest hair and the way Hob stares at him ― like he expected it. “I was that obvious,” he starts to frown, though Hob doesn’t let it sit before he’s being kissed again as he’s tugged even closer, can feel the heat warmth and smell sweat and oil, filling his senses. 

“A bit, yeah,” Hob grins into their kiss, and an embarrassing sound gets pulled out of him as the hand on his cloak trails up to cup his cheek. “Thank you for whatever it is that lets us do this without getting jeering from my coworkers,” Hob says between more kisses, and Dream breathes, clutching tightly onto Hob’s chest, the warmth of the other man overwhelming. 

Dream has honestly forgotten that others were around, and he drags Hob into a deeper, filthier kiss, shivering at the way a hand clutches his waist, fingers pushing up and under his shirt. “I want,” he doesn’t finish, too busy biting down Hob’s neck, enjoying the taste of sweat and the scratch of stubble along his tongue. 

“Have a pretty good idea of what you want,” Hob breathes, and Dream whines at the way a hand in his hair tugs him up so they can kiss. The hand under his shirt goes up his back, and he can feel the oil on his skin ― and there’s a prickle at his awareness, a passing daydream of a silver car―

“Like that?” He asks as he pulls the car out of the daydream and Hob freezes, eyes going wide at seeing the car ― another bit of perception to filter away as Hob gapes at it. “Why this one?”

Hob blinks, brown eyes wide and then Dream finds himself pushed against it, both of Hob’s hands going under his shirt as they share a frenzied kiss, the car cool against his back. “I had it in the ‘80’s,” Hob replies, opening up the back door and pushing Dream onto the backseat, and Hob’s eyes get darker as they stare at him. “Though often about just,” Hob leans over him, making Dream swallow as a finger tugs at his jeans. “Can I?” 

Hob’s head is filled with old daydreams ― of him and this car, fantasies of skin and sweat and blinding pleasure―”please,” Dream chokes, leaning up to kiss Hob, hands going to pat his chest, going down to take off Hob’s belt, skin hot under pants as they moan, as Hob’s nails scratch up his skin. 

His head hits the car door, too focused on the ways they’re joined, touching and kissing, the feeling of callused fingers flicking his nipples making him whine and arch up, disappearing his coat and shirt with a thought. Hob lets out a sound, fingers digging into his skin, “so beautiful,” Hob says, voice strangled as he looks down, and Dream has a split second of seeing oil on his chest before Hob goes for his jaw, biting down to his throat. “Fuck, please, let me.” 

“Anything,” he moans, grabbing onto one of Hob’s hands, feeling the calluses on his palms as he sucks a pointer finger into his mouth, acrid oil and hot sweat as Hob shakes above him, teeth scraping his neck as Hob looks up with wide eyes as Dream sucks the other fingers clean, tongue laving the other’s palm. 

Hob lets out another strangled whine and takes back his hand, Hob grinding onto him, hard cock against his thigh. Looking past the other man, he can see the windows are black and opaque, no glass in sight as he works on pulling Hob’s pants off, with Hob laughing as they kiss messily, Hob moving against him to tug his boots off. 

The lower half of Dream’s clothes vanish, only the sound of skin and moaning as Hob puts a finger inside, making him keen at the pressure, Hob’s other hand digging into his stomach, leaving oil as Hob starts to speak, praise falling from his lips easily.

“There is no need to prepare,” he stresses as Hob adds another finger, twisting them and Dream shudders and leans forward to bite at the edge of Hob’s beard. 

“Getting that, but I want to,” Hob chuckles and Dream tries to scold him, though the words become a whine as Hob presses against his prostate as he’s stretched open. “Thinking I probably don’t need a condom either, which is lucky, considering I’m not in the habit of taking those to work,” Hob continues and Dream cries out, hands scrabbling up to the other’s shoulders. 

“Hob,” he aches, wants even more, and there’s an embarrassing sound as the fingers leave, then returns with four ― brushing persistently against that nerve and his cock twitches. “Stop, now,” he tries to order, the words coming out broken and pleading. 

“Impatient, huh,” Hob grins, brown eyes sparkling as the fingers twist and press into him even more, making him shiver, Hob’s other hand eventually digging into his hip to keep him still. 

“Very,” Dream growls and Hob seems to get even more gleeful, fingers crooking inside―then suddenly leaving him empty. Opening his eyes, he glares at the other man. 

Hob pants and soon enough something bigger presses against him, and Dream bites back at a cry at the feeling, the other man slowly filling him. There’s a strangled whine from Hob, who stops for a moment and kisses him roughly―and he gasps as the other’s cock is slammed in. “Dream,” Hob whispers, forehead resting against his as they breathe each other’s air. 

Dream tries to hold onto every emotion, every sensation as Hob fucks him, but he can only manage snapshots. The tang of sweat on his tongue as he licks up the other’s shoulder, up to his neck, the pleasure burning through him like a wildfire, Hob’s cracked pleas of his name, of how good you feel― 

And then coming, Hob first, him following at the way the flood fills him, frenzied pleasure becoming something more soft and bearable as they share lazy kisses. 

Hob sighs, and Dream keens as Hob leaves him, “I know. But, I’m still on the clock,” Hob says softly, kisses just as delicate and Dream pouts ― and gets a soft black towel from a swimmer’s dreams, which Hob uses to clean them up. Hob pulls him out of the car, still close enough for them to kiss even more, and Dream relaxes against the car as Hob puts on his jeans and boots, oil now more smeared over him than before. 

“Should I leave?” He asks, fearing the answer as his clothes appear on himself, Hob blinking before putting hands on his waist. 

“Definitely not. Just let me complete my shift, then we can get out of here,” Hob says between kisses and Dream sighs as Hob nips up to his ear. “The car may have to go wherever it was before, but that’s it. And. Well. The whole perception for me, obviously.” 

Dream frowns and the car vanishes, so grabs onto Hob’s jaw, stubble pleasant under his hands. “Fine. I will do the arduous task of watching you work more,” he says solemnly, making Hob do a crinkly-eyed smile. 

“Oh yes. So terrible. Not at all like you didn’t want to jump me the entire time.” 

Dream scoffs and twirls a strand of brown hair over a finger, eyeing the streaks of black oil over the greys at Hob’s temple, “I do not jump.”

[Fin]

[gadriezmannsgirl]

I'll Come With You - P.G

¡Hola! I'm back with another Gavi fic! And just like my last one is TikTok related. I don't even like TikTok but my Youtube feed thinks otherwise and I end up watching some!😅🤣

You guys can send requests, if you'd like. I'd love to do some! Or if you just wanna talk about anything, there's the I'm here✨ Talk to me little button. I'm friendly!😂

Anyways, I'll leave you to read the fic in peace. Hope you like it! Please, let me know what you guys think of it.

P.S: This will start to get annoying for all of us but English isn't my native language, so I'm sorry if there's any misspelled word.

WARNINGS: CRAZY TALKING PABLO AND VERY LIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE CONTENT/ INSINUATION (NOTHING DESCRIPTIVE OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. IT'S SAFE FOR EVERYONE TO READ)

ENJOY!

You've seen a lot of times around TikTok these little prank, girls often do to their boyfriends, where the guys are doing nothing important and when it's really dark outside, they come up to their guys and say something among the lines of "I'm gonna jog around for a bit" or "I'm going to the store really quick" sort of thing to see their reactions.

You couldn't help but wanted to try it with Gavi, both of you were around the same age, but he definitely had a protective nature when it comes to you, his girl.

No matter who they were, what it was, nothing and I mean absolutely nothing and no one could hurt his girl or even think of it, because, just like he protects his teammates with a strong passion, he does the same with you. Or maybe more.

And he will not hesitate to get in a fight for you.

You knew it. And that's why you wanted to try it.

Gavi was currently on the sofa, watching a lil HBO series, Pedri told him to watch; you decided to start your little prank seeing him so relaxed, you didn't recorded a thing from it, you just wanted to know his reaction.

You pulled the hood of his black hoodie up to your head and went straight to lay on top of him

"Hola tú" He said welcoming you in his arms as you hide your face in the crock of his neck wrapping your arms around his torso, leaving a kiss in his neck.

You smiled feeling Gavi hum at your touch

"Hola" You said softly, you took your face out watching his profile

"Do I have something on my face?"

"Mucha guapura" (A lot of beauty) You joke around watching his smile slowly appear on his face

"That's what I used to make you fall in love with me"

"The ego just entered the conversation" We laugh lightly "I actually wanted to tell you something"

"Something's wrong?" You shake your head 'No' with a soft smile

"I'm not really tired, así que saldré por un ratico, you know... Walk it off" (I'll be out for a lil while) "Maybe jog around for a bit, 'til I grow tired"

"Okay, amor" He said nodding "Although, I have in mind something that can make you tired as well" You hit his arm

"Pablo Páez Gavira!" He laughed hard

"Ten cuidado, ¿Sí?" (Be careful, okay?) He gave you a kiss on your hairline and you slowly stood up walking towards the corridor where the principal door was

"¡HEY, ESPERA, NO!" (Hey, wait, no!) You heard his voice yell making you laugh lightly but tried to play it off when you felt him approach you

"What's up?" You asked

"You're not going anywhere alone, young lady" He said "It's too late for you to just 'Walk it off' all alone" He said putting his shoes on "So, I'll be going with you. We can walk around 'cause I also know you don't like jogging"

"Baby, no. It's alright, I can go on my own, nothing will happen"

"No, Y/N. I'm coming with you"

"Gavi, I'm-"

"I'm not letting you go out alone, amor. Look at you, you're beautiful, any guy would love to have you as his and I'm that fucking lucky guy and I'm taking care of you. I don't want you to be kidnapped without me knowing"

"What?" You asked in between giggles

"In fact, if anyone te secuestra, that would be me. I will not stand it if it goes otherwise. Imagine, me sitting here at home switching channels and the news be like: After a call from the police we can confirm, young lady Y/N got kidnapped. And I'll be like WTF?! It would give me a heart attack! And definitely not a good one"

"Who would call the police?! And after half an hour?!"

"I DON'T KNOW. But if you're gonna act this way with your kidnappers, I'm pretty sure they pay to bring you back here, I will accept you, gladly"

"Pablo"

"So, en resumen... We'll both go out, just in case, I can't allow anything like that happening to you. Not to you and not to my little heart... And if it rains? Dios mio, if it rains you can get sick and that means I won't get besitos for at least tres días!" (Three days) "No, señor, that's even worse. So, it's better if I just go with you"

You were laughing so hard, you were tearing up a bit

"¿Pero de que te ríes? No es gracioso" (But why are you laughing about? It's not funny)

You didn't replied to him, you just went ahead, grabbed both of his cheeks and gave him a kiss on his lips.

"Eres precioso. I'm not going out, it was just a prank, baby"

"Mentira" (Liar) He said after a while making you laugh again

"I just wanted to see your reaction of me going out alone at night" You laughed even more "Kidnapping... What the hell, Pablo?"

"I don't know, ok!? I was worried about you. I don't want anything bad happening to you, I'm sorry" You laughed while kissing his cheek "I don't even know if that made sense"

"Half of it, didn't" You said, lips still on his cheek and laughing "It's okay, I love you and I also love how much you care about me" You whispered against his lips, kissing them repeatedly

"I love you too" Pablo whispered before kissing you once more while wrapping his arms around you and bringing you close to him

"Is that thing that you had in mind a few minutes ago, still on?"

"For you? Always" He said making you laugh once more before picking you up and walking you through the house

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@gaviypedrisbride

[l0vergirlwrites]

little blurb ; peter parker

this gif is unrelated to the fic but HELLOOO IM KINDA BACK FROM MY UNI HIATUS :))

cotton. warm cotton.

that’s all you felt, all your senses could make out in that moment. it covered your skin as you wore some of peter’s clothes in his bed under his bedsheets. it pressed into you as his body stayed close to yours on his small twin mattress, limbs resting onto of each-other in a comfortable mess.

that was a lie. you could sense a lot more.

you felt peter’s gaze on you as his right hand rested above your left hip. on his side with his left hand propping his head up, he admired you. your messy hair, sleepy smile, the way the shirt you borrowed from his dresser drawer had ridden up on your abdomen—he loved it all.

“you’re kinda cute, you know” he mumbled as you stretched your body a little, little murmurs spurring from your lips as you moved impossibly closer to him & his touch.

the dark red hoodie—practically maroon in shade—made him look more attractive than you thought it could, especially with his hair slightly grown out, peaking through under the hood.

“you’re cute too” you replied smiling, feeling his thumb brush against the skin of your hip in circles. his hand was kinda cold, but you liked it.

your left hand reached for his right tricep to hold, as your body was so tired, you couldn’t reach higher without your limb falling back down like jelly.

“you have that look in your eye…” you commented. his head titled, needing to know more.

“i dunno… it’s a very nice kind of look” you got lost in his gaze. “i like it when you look at me like this. like you really see me”

love. warmth. safety. content.

that’s what his look said to you.

so peter kissed you, his lips slotting with yours in perfect harmony. he melted into your touch, & pulled you back to him. you preferred looking at him above you rather than his white painted ceiling.

“i…i” he froze.

at such a crucial moment, peter couldn’t speak. but he was so close, just two more words to go, & he was so close to your lips & your touch—but he froze.

opening your eyes, you looked at him as he cleared his throat, cheeks dusted with roses as he rested his back against his bed frame.

“what? we’re you gonna say something?” you were oblivious to the sentence he was trying to muster up.

that made it harder. so he looked at you with unclear eyes. he felt like an awkward idiot.

“i-i don’t wanna ruin the moment, i think i just did but i—“ he was rambling as he stared into his lap. but you hushed him, turning him to look at you.

“you didn’t ruin anything” you assured with that sunshine smile of yours. god, peter swore it made his soul soar into orbit.

your hand resting on his chest was the cherry on top. you were so sweet.

“i love you” he said. this time it was so effortless. it just rolled off his tongue into the air like slicing a cake—just so easy.

your gaze sucked him in.

& you felt like the only one in the world.

blinking at him for a moment, just to make sure you heard him right—because it was so hushed—you asked him to say it again.

“i love you” he said it with his chest, resting a hand ontop of yours to seal the deal.

& it was real.

time stopped. your heart pounded. & your smile only widened with sunshine & sweetness & love & all the other beautiful things that you were.

“y-you don’t have to say anything back if you don’t wanna, i just needed to tell—“

“i love you more” that was music to his ears.

so he pulled you close again & kissed you delicately, as if you could disappear from his grasp. but you held him & pushed yourself deeper into his abyss of bedsheets & cotton & warmth & softness.

“you’re so lovely, peter parker” you chuckled when you took a breath, your finger prints sketching the skin of his neck while his nose bumped into yours.

“only for you, just for you y/n” he smiled into you, senses going crazy as your scent mixed further with his & your breath fanned his own.

“you’re so so so lovely…”

[villruu]

“Soulmates who are fated to kill each other” with Alex and Tim?

send me a reverse trope and MH & I'll write something for it

Went a bit overboard but the idea of soulmarks appearing only once it is clear you are going to end up killing each other/try to kill each other is so appealing.... Ough.

On AO3

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The writing appears once Tim watches the tape he had taken from the Hooded Figure.

Tim had been curious about the tape, and it was one thing to distract him, one thing to make him not think about Jay (he had been so still…). Once he had gotten home, he had beelined towards his room, making sure to avoid the living room as best as he could.

The floor had still been littered with crumbled pages and Tim had gotten just a small glance of the dried black spot on the floor before he had hurried on.

The laptop struggles to turn on, and Tim waits impatiently, everything set up for the videos inside the tape to be transferred. Despite how bad Tim is with technology, this is a process he had gotten used to lately, helping with the channel.

The screen finally comes online, showing the factory desktop. Jay had borrowed his laptop so many times, to edit videos, to transform them, to upload them, that practically all folders in sight were made by Jay, carefully named with the date and possible entry.

Tim ignores them, focusing on just extracting the information on the tape. This laptop is a monument to Jay’s presence, and that is the last thing he needs right now (how long had he laid there, bleeding out, lonely?). 

After a few more minutes, Tim is left with a video. 

The thumbnail is an image of Brian, Tim would be able to recognize him anywhere. Worried and anxious, he double clicks on the file and watches it in silence.

Oh, he thinks, watching a young Brian joke and smile with a young Alex, That hoodie… That was Brian’s.

With shaking hands, Tim pauses the video. It’s the same hood, the same exact color, maybe a bit cleaner, but it’s the same.

(it’s the fucking same, it’s the same, oh my god, it was Brian, that was Brian, it was Brian, iT WAS BRIAN, BRIAN IS DEAD, HE IS DEAD, HE IS DEAD HE IS DEAD—)

That was at least three people that would be here if it wasn’t for Alex.

Three people. Three People.

(Three people, but what about Amy, about Sarah, about Seth, abOUT JESSICA—)

Alex Kralie is personally responsible for the death of Jay and Brian.

(it’s his fault, it’s his fault, it’s HIS IT’S HIS IT WASN’T HIM IT WAS ALEX ALEX ALEX-)

Tim startles, shouting, clutching his arm as a burning sensation overtakes him.

It hurts, it feels like liquid fire, like despair, it hurts so badly, and Tim can only dig his nails into his arm and try not to scream.

It burns oh so badly, and when Tim takes a lot, he is met with scratchy writing, shaky words etched into his skin as if someone had taken a carving knife to his flesh.

If there’s someone left, you have to kill them. And then yourself.

A soulmark.

Tim had learned about them during his childhood. One of the other patients had one, written in choppy letters and lopsided, wrapped around her neck and left shoulder. A Soulmark. He had heard the nurses, he knew what this meant, he knew, and yet, he touched the words cut into his arm with trembling fingers.

“Either I killed him, or he killed me,” She had told him once, smiling satisfied and bitter, “I hope you never get one kid, because the second the words appear, it is too late for either of you.”

Everyone knew that if your soulmark appeared it was because you would be either a murderer… Or the victim.

There was little to think about who it could be. It was too obvious, too easy. 

But Tim didn’t want to kill Alex. He didn’t want to kill him. Alex… Alex needed help, it wasn’t his fault, it was that thing, preying on him. Alex was innocent, Alex didn’t…

He didn’t want to kill Alex…

And, and he wouldn’t do it! He wouldn’t kill Alex, he wouldn’t. He refused.

Tim hadn’t survived this much just to let some stupid words define his fate. He would save Alex. He would save him and then Tim would move as far away as possible from this place and would never come back to Alabama and everything would be fine. He would move on and nothing bad would ever happen.

A month and a half later, Tim stared at a bleeding body and tried to not notice his own handwriting burned into Alex’s neck, looping around the bleeding throat like a tight choker.

You missed someone, it accused.

Tim hoped it had hurt when it appeared.

[iwonderwh0]

Just an imaginary scenario where Connor can't use his synthskin, whether it's somehow removed physically or hacked by some virus. And he and Hank has to figure out a way how to cross some crowded distance where androids are strictly forbidden and shot on sight without dragging too much attention. Connor has to pass as human, but without skin it's complicated.

So

Hank goes away saying that he has an idea (Connor waits for him in a room, like in a hotel where he's safe as long as he's inside) and returns with a hooded hoodie, gloves, some weird wig, sunglasses and several foundation bottles along with some other make-up supplies.

Connor looks at it sceptically.

"It won't work."

"You have any better idea?"

He sighs, fighting an urge to say that he can just go without any pretense and at least preserve some of his dignity upon inevitably drawing attention and being caught.

"This wig will draw more attention than my android face," he takes the kare style wig with red hair from the bed and frowns.

"Okay, then don't wear it."

"I think, you should wear it."

Hank chuckles at the thought, but android's face remains serious.

"You're nervous," he says.

"Do I really look this pale to you?" Connor ignores the question and takes one of the foundation bottles, then screws the lid open.

"Well, you are pretty pale, actually."

Connor awkwardly applies some of the foundation to his face and looks at Hank in a silent question. The action reveals that he has no idea how to go about it, obviously, make-up isn't a part of his program. Hank gets the sponge that he got along with make-up supplies and starts to even it out, applying more to hide all the surface with seams and printed symbols. Gradually, android's face is entirely covered with a layer of foundation.

"How do I look?" he asks as Hank stares at him, squinting for a prolonged several seconds after he's done spreading the foundation to his face and neck.

"Well, let's just say... You never really notices how important are people's eyebrows unless they're gone," Hank lets some air through his teeth and winces, "And eyelashes. Lips too... Hold on, I think I got some lipstick somewhere in here."

Connor stands up and walks to the mirror. He stares at his reflection that somehow appears even more android than it was before. Ever before, actually.

"Hank. Be honest with me."

"Hey, some people have alopecia!"

"Do I look human?"

Hank hesitates.

"Hey, c'mere."

When he does, Hank sighs and bites on his lower lip looking at android's face that now for the first time actually gives him some uncanny valley feelings. He takes the sunglasses and tries them on. He sighs again, then removes the sunglasses and takes the wig. Connor squints at him, but takes the wig out of his hands and tries it on.

"Nope!" Hank says instantly, "take that off."

He doesn't need to ask twice.

"Your turn," Connor hands him the wig.

Hank sighs again.

"Hey, listen, it's bad, but it's not that bad, I mean, if I didn't know how you actually look-" he trails off as Connor gives him a look and raises what would've otherwise been an eyebrow if it was there.

He puts the hood on.

"Hey, that's better actually," Hank comments.

"Is it?"

Connor frowns, "How did you even think of the wig? I mean, why not a hat?"

Hank inhales loudly.

"I just saw it, and- Hey, I just thought...Hold on,"

He crosses the room and takes the scarf out of his coat, then hands it to Connor.

"Let's try this."

Android wraps the scarf around his neck, trying to cover the lower half of his face, then glances up at Hank.

"Better," he confirms, then hands him sunglasses.

Connor tries them on again.

"If we walk fast enough, I think we can pull it off actually."

Connor remains silent and with sunglasses on Hank can't see his eyes to know where he looks. He squeezes his shoulder in a comforting attempt and feels it tensen under his touch instead.

"Hey," he starts, "You okay?"

Connor tilts his head slightly, just enough for Hank to know that he's now looking at him. Hank feels chills running down his spine when he hears weirdly familiar robotic voice singing.

"I feel fantastic."

"Fuck you," Hank spits.

[cadmium-bear]

Close Call

A fanfic based on the comic I posted. Weems is alive here because let’s face it, none of the faculty is willing to keep Wednesday in check. Also shoutout to @savorytheories and @dominustenbbriss

It was late night and way past Nevermore curfew. That never mattered to Wednesday. In fact she preferred late hours so she can break into places. Nothing like the feeling of constantly keeping your guard up to stay incognito while you do criminal activities. She needed to retrieve information from a guarded archive in city hall. Simple enough. She could do it with her eyes closed but her roommate had other plans.

Enid is a law abiding citizen who never thought she would break any rules. Then she met Wednesday. She didn’t have to accompany her as Wednesday said. But she insisted that she join her if not for Wednesday’s safety at least for her own sanity.

So there they were in the restricted access archives room in city hall. Enid didn’t know what to look for so she kept watch while Wednesday was rummaging through file cabinets with gloved hands.

“Wednesday, are you done yet? Keeping my senses consciously heightened is not a good feeling.” Enid complained.

“On the contrary, I find the thrill exhilarating.” Wednesday deadpanned while taking pictures of a document in a folder. “Anyway, we’re done here. Let’s go.”

When they infiltrated the building they didn’t know where exactly they needed to go so Wednesday had to pick lock a door to get in. Now that they were escaping, the window is just as fine an exit. She opened the window and assessed possible ways to get down. There wasn’t a near pipe to climb down on. She could hang from the ledge and risk a fall. It was only the second floor.

Without consulting Wednesday, Enid heads out first and just jumps out. “Enid!”

The werewolf rolls upon landing on the grass below and escapes unscathed. She dusts off dirt from her clothes and looks back up at Wednesday. She raises her arms out readying herself to catch the shorter girl. “You can jump. I’ll catch you!” She whisper yelled.

It didn’t occur to Wednesday that it meant Enid would touch her. It’s not like there were other options though. She trusted Enid and jumped into her arms. Enid catches her easily. She grins at Wednesday as if telling her “See? I caught you.” Wednesday only rolls her eyes.

“Someone broke in!” The girls heard a man from the archives room. “Over there! They’re already escaping!”

Wednesday got down and dragged Enid as they ran away from security. It was dark enough that Wednesday was sure the guards won’t be able to identify them but Enid was too colorful to remain anonymous.

“This way, Enid!” Wednesday pulled her along to an alley. They stopped running and Wednesday immediately removed her oversized jacket to put it over Enid’s shoulders. “Wear this. Then kiss me.”

“What?!” Enid exclaimed in disbelief.

She didn’t have time to process things as Wednesday put up the hood of her jacket to cover Enid’s colorful hair and pulled her by the collar to press their lips forcefully.

Enid was in shock, understandably. THE Wednesday Addams was kissing her. She didn’t let anybody come near her personal space and yet here she was pulling a pastel cladded girl closer to her until their bodies touch against each other. Enid didn’t know when she started to lean into it. She had one arm against the wall trapping the goth and the other hand on her waist keeping her close. Wednesday’s own hand was behind Enid’s neck keeping the hoodie on the taller girl to hide their identities. Her other hand wandered from Enid’s shoulder to her chest just above her breast. Not touching anywhere inappropriate but enough to make Enid’s breath hitched.

They were impossibly close. Wednesday should be feeling cold without her jacket but Enid’s warm body against her own while they make out was more than enough to keep her comfortably warm. Wednesday heard running footsteps. One stopped to glance at them but quickly turned away and continued searching. She heard him scoffed “teenagers” before leaving.

Wednesday dared take a peek to make sure they were in the clear. She sighed in relief which caused their mouths to disconnect. Enid, having forgotten why they faked out made out in the first place, continued kissing her roommate’s cheek down to her neck. Wednesday was sure her half dead skin was flushed. “Enid…” she meant to get her attention but the way she said her name sounded like a moan. If she was being honest, she didn’t want to stop. She didn’t even realize that she had wrapped her arms behind the taller girl as if encouraging her to continue.

“Miss Addams, Miss Sinclair.”

The sound of the familiar authoritative voice pulled the pair back to reality. They stepped too far away from each other. Enid hurriedly returns Wednesday’s jacket before turning to the tall figure. Principal Weems looked amused with a raised eyebrow. “Care to explain why you two are engaging in frivolous activity past curfew when it’s something you can do in the privacy of your shared dorm room?”

Enid tried to say something but nothing came out of her mouth. She was feeling too many emotions to form a coherent thought. She was obviously embarrassed and flustered. She glanced at her roommate who somehow looked as stoic as she always did.

“I desired the excitement of the possibility of getting caught while being consumed by my paramour’s passion brought about by teenage hormones.”

If Enid’s cheeks were blushing pink before, her whole face and neck are as red as a tomato now. Did she have to say it like that? Weems chuckled at Wednesday’s explanation. She truly is an Addams, she thought.

“I’ve seen more than what I would like regarding an Addams’ passion.” Weems said with knotted brows. “At least, unlike your parents, you had the decency to hide in an alley and not do it somewhere open like the school quad.”

Wednesday takes a deep breath, not wanting to imagine how her parents behaved when they were her age. Enid’s face is still red but from the thought of Wednesday possibly doing that to her.

“Anyway, that’s enough of that. We’ll return to the dorms and you may continue there.” Weems said as she turned around to lead the way. “And do please keep your hands to yourselves until you close your door, hm?”

Enid, still flustered, plays with her hands nervously in front of her, refusing to look at the girl beside her. Wednesday shoves her hands in the pockets of her jacket. Despite everything, Enid steals a peek at the goth and sees a faint tint of pink on her cheeks. She blushes harder.

On the way back to Ophelia Hall, Principal Weems told more anecdotes about Gomez and Morticia. Wednesday and Enid couldn’t retort and only made sounds that let Weems know they were cringing. Weems could’ve punished them accordingly but she found embarrassing them more effective and entertaining.

Apparently, the principal had one last thing to say before letting the girls go. “Eventually, the PDA ban was lifted before I even became in charge here. I trust that you two won’t be the reason I have to reinstate it.”

“Yep. You got it, Principal Weems. We’ll only do it in our room. Not it- like- it. But just light stuff- i mean- wait-“ Enid started rambling and just making things more embarrassing for themselves. Wednesday needed to intervene before they literally die of embarrassment.

“Terrible night, Principal Weems.” Wednesday greeted before shutting the door.

There were several moments of awkward silence. Neither moved or said anything to break it. Enid didn’t enjoy the silence as much as she didn’t enjoy the embarrassment of the last half hour. “I’m glad we got to do what we were supposed to do in the first place. But it created several misunderstandings.”

“At least, it’s a solid alibi.” Wednesday finally turns to face her roommate.

Enid found herself staring at Wednesday. Her lips were so soft. She could smell Wednesday’s distinct scent from her neck. Oh how she wanted to suck and nip at it. It was all so tempting. Wednesday noticed the way the werewolf was staring. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about the same thing. It hasn’t been long but she missed the warmth of her lips. Wednesday made the bold move of stepping closer which caused Enid to snap out of her stare. They were close enough to breathe each other’s air.

“What are you doing?” Enid asked.

“Continuing where we left off.” Wednesday responded plainly. “You said we’ll only do it in our room.”

Enid gulped. She could refuse or brush it off but she couldn’t find the strength. How could she when she’ve always wanted to deep down. And it didn’t help that she was staring again at those enticing lips.

Wednesday doesn’t move any further to give Enid the choice to turn back. Instead Enid whispers “show me the passion of an Addams.”

[whutduhfawkyo]

I roleplay and here is a little Drabble I wrote for me and my writing partner.

Zephen waited a good hour or so once the light from the window had shut off. He knew by this time Aleks would be asleep. He put the hood up and over his head as he prepared to scale the apartment building. He had been planning this for a long time and now he knew if he were to do this it could go one of two ways. He took in a breath as he called in the demon's power inside of him that allowed him to move as gracefully as a cat, silent and precise.

He would jump and land on the top of the fence that was near the building, then to his windows ledge. He would push the window open, clicking his tongue at how easily it opened. Wasn't he worried about this very thing happening? Probably not since he knew Zephen would always be here to protect him. This wasn't the first time Zephen had broken into his apartment, this will just be the first time he will do something other than sleep next to him.

Once he made his way inside he would close the window and draw the curtains. He looked down at the sleeping Aleks. He looked so peaceful, so small. Zephen took off his hoodie and his shirt. He then took off his shoes and socks. Once he was in nothing but his boxer briefs he would carefully slip into the bed with him. He would groan softly as Alek’s natural scent hit his nose causing his nostrils to flare. His body started to react, his cock starting to come to life.

Aleks was sleeping on his side and Zephen was facing his back. He leaned in to gently nuzzle his soft brown hair. His hand started to twitch to touch him as the lustful demon inside of him started to try and push his way to the forefront. He could feel his eyes changing, the iris’s glowing and turning gold, the sclera turning red. Another groan left him as his cock swelled even more.

Finally he allowed himself to touch, his hand gently caressing the other male's hip. Aleks stirred some causing Zephen to tense. “Mmmn, Zeph…” Aleks said in a way that told Zephen he was still asleep. A smirk crossed his lips, was Aleks dreaming about him? Or did he know he was there?

He moved his hand to caress him more, moving from his hip to his stomach, then to his chest. Aleks would groan softly, sending excitement and pleasure through Zephen and his demon. His hand ventured south as he moved to kiss the back of Aleks’ neck. His hand found its prize and he chuckled as he found Aleks was started to grow hard himself. He would wrap his fingers around his shaft and slowly stroke. He felt Aleks tense as he awoke. He jerked but Zephen used his free hand to grab at Aleks’ throat, not tight enough to choke, but tight enough to show he was in control.

“Its just me..” Zephen whispered, his voice altered like there were two people talking. It took a few moments but he felt Aleks relax. This was the first time they had been together like this and Zephen wanted to savor the moment. He started stroking him again. Aleks’ soft moans filled the room causing Zephens own cock grow harder until it was at full attention and even started to leak precum.

“Your body reacts so nicely…” Zephen whispered against his hair, his hand never stopping. He would nip his earlobe and heard another soft moan. That moan was almost his undoing. With a deep groan that was almost a growl he moved so he was on his knees, flipping Aleks over so he was now on his stomach. Zephen reached over to push his fingers at Aleks’ mouth, “Suck.” He said firmly. He almost shuddered with pleasure when he felt Aleks’s hot wet mouth wetting his fingers, his tongue sensually swirling over the digits getting them nice and wet.

Once he was satisfied with how wet his fingers were he took them from his mouth and used his other hand to pull Aleks’ pants and underwear down, exposing his ass for him. He gave him a playful spank before using his wet fingers to tease that tight ring of muscles. He would circle the rim to relax him then slowly push his finger inside, pumping slowly. More moans coming from Aleks as he buried his face in the pillow under him. Zephen could only imagine his face, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded with desire, mouth slightly open as he moaned softly. This made Zephens cock throb hard, hard enough to jerk, begging to be pushed inside the male under him.

Once he had Aleks’ ass prepped, he grabbed his cock and stroked several times then aimed for where he so desperately wanted to be. He pressed the head against him, “You’re mine now..” he whispered softly as he slowly pushed inside. Fuck he was so tight, so warm, so wet. He grabbed the other males hips as he pushed farther inside until his hips pressed against his ass. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around Aleks, kissing the back of his neck affectionately. “Fuck.. you feel like heaven..” Zephen groaned before he started to move, slowly withdrawing his hips and pushing them forward.

“Zephen..” Aleks said on a moan. Zephen groaned in reply and snatched Aleks’ hair at the nape and pulled him up so his back was pressed against Zephen’s chest. He started thrusting, the sound of his hips crashing into his ass echoing in the silent room. The sound was mixed with the soft moans from Aleks and the groans from Zephen. He would reach with his free hand and grab Aleks’ cock and stroked him, he could tell he was close, his breathing turning into pants and his cock throbbed hard in his hand.

He pulled his hair to turn his head so he could take his mouth, kissing him hard while his hips pumped harder into him. He would moan against his lips until the two were sharing breaths. He felt that familiar feeling, the tightening in his balls as they prepared to empty. His hand jerked Aleks faster as his kiss grew more desperate, “Aleks.. cum with me..” he whispered against his lips before thrusting even faster and pumping his cock with the same urgency.

When Aleks cried out and his cock pumped its seed Zephen followed right behind him, his own cock erupting inside of his lover. He would grunt and bite his neck as he claimed him, marking him on the inside as well as out. Once they were both spent they both fell to the side, being sure not to fall into the mess they had made. As they both caught their breath Zephen held Aleks close, squeezing him into his body and never wanting to let go.

“I..I love you..” he said softly, nuzzling into the back of his head. He drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried inside of Aleks. He didn’t stay awake long enough to hear Aleks’ reply, but he said what he needed to, and that was enough for now.

END

[sanchosgf]

moments like these - jude bellingham

ty @judeswhore for inspiring this

this is definitely my longest fic yet so i hope you guys like it as much as i do <3

you were feeling extra clingy today. jude was leaving for scotland tomorrow and though he wouldn’t be gone for long you wanted to spend every last minute with him

jude was sat on the couch waiting for you to come back from the kitchen. he couldn’t help but admire how you looked, hair untied sporting a pair of striped fuzzy socks, matching to the pair he had on and his sweater. one you had begged to wear after seeing him in it the other day.

you made your way back to the couch, smiling as he lifted the pile of blankets and opened his arms for you to cuddle into. he looked extra inviting in his grey sweats and oversized hoodie, prompting you to cuddle straight into his chest, your cheek pushed right up against the soft material of his hoodie.

jude’s arms wrapped around you tightly, pushing you even further into his hold. smiling as he felt your fuzzy sock covered feet slip between his legs for warmth. no words were shared between the two of you, the only sounds heard being the show playing in the background and the soft beat of his heart against your ear.

one of your hands slipped beneath his hoodie, gently drawing patterns on his chest, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. jude reciprocated your actions, one of his large hands slipping beneath his sweater to lay on your back rubbing it softly as he did so. you cuddled even further into his chest at the action. cheek completely squished as you craved the comfort being close to him provided. jude didn’t mind one bit, he craved your touch more than he’d like to admit, loving the way you felt safe and comfortable in his arms.

though the silence was comforting, he couldn’t help but notice how unusually quiet you were. most days you always had something to talk about, whether it be the new book you were reading or just something you saw online. his fingers traced small hearts onto the bare skin of your back, hoping to provide silent comfort as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

curiosity got the better of him as he placed his hand on your cheek, gently stoking under your eye as he lifted your head slightly to meet your eyes.

“whats got you so quiet baby?” jude questions tilting his head slightly.

shrugging you tear your eyes away from his gaze, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, nudging it with your nose as you did so. jude sighs, not pushing you to speak as his arm wrapped around you once again. he leans down placing a soft kiss to your head, leaving his lips there longer then he usually would. a wave of comfort washed over you as you sighed, hand coming out from his hoodie to intertwine it with his. his thumb stroked your palm, silently letting you know he was there for you when you wanted to talk.

“just don’t want you to leave” you mumble voice slightly muffled, heat spreading to your cheeks as you admit whats been on your mind. jude pouts his lips sympathetically, he felt the exact same way. 5 days wasn’t the longest time for him to be gone, though the two of you were attached at the hip not being able to go a day without a hug or a kiss from the other.

“i know, i could pack you up in my suitcase and take you with me?” his lips turned up when you let out a small laugh. “i’ll call and text you everyday, you’ll be sick of my messages by the time i’m back”

“could never get tired of your messages, you know that”

the hand on your back once again came to rest against your cheek, jude letting out a chuckle when you refused to lift your head from his neck. “look at me babe” he mumbled, hoping you’d comply with his words. you gave in, lifting your head from his neck, not without grumbling on about how you were comfy hidden away in the material of his hood.

“i know it sucks, but we’ve done this before and i’ll be back before you know it.” his words were comforting, despite knowing what he was saying was true, you just weren’t sure how you were going to sleep without him. you were never able to sleep well when he was away, sure you could facetime, but nothing would ever compare to falling asleep in his arms.

sensing your thoughts jude swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, gazing at you as if he was asking permission. a small nod from you was all he needed to connect your lips. eyes fluttering shut as your lips moved gently together. cherishing the feeling of being so close.

pulling away you rested your forehead against his, eyes opening to meet his gaze once more. not so subtly your eyes flicked down to his lips, jude taking this as his cue to connect your lips once again. his kisses were delicate as you allowed his tongue to meet yours, gently grazing against the others as you lazily made out. neither of you wanted to pull away, loving the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

“i love you” he mumbled, lips never leaving yours as he did so. “i love you more” you whispered back, breaking this kiss as a small smile took over your face.

your head found home on his chest once again, one of you hands reaching up to grab his. silence enveloped the room once more , jude smiling as he watched you play with his fingers. a habit of yours he found endearing. you lifted his palm to your lips, kissing each finger before placing a kiss to the back of his hand, an action that had jude smiling from ear to ear.

“i’ll even let you keep the sweater while i’m gone.” your head perks up at this, mood instantly lifted at his simple words. you didn’t know what it was about the sweater, maybe it was the fact it smelt just like him, or the way the sleeves slipped past your fingertips. maybe it was the way it looked so good on him. despite it being a new addition to his wardrobe you already found a sense of comfort in the item of clothing.

“you’re never getting it back though, i hope you know that” jude laughed, not doubting your words for a second.

“is that so?”

“mhmm, i think it’d look great with the new pants i got the other day” 

after a beat if silence jude speaks up again.

“you’ll be watching the game right?” even though he knew it was a silly question he needed reassurance from time to time.

“of course i will j, i’ll be cheering you on from here.” that was all jude needed to hear, he always played better when you were watching, as cheesy as it sounds.

a yawn slips past your lips as you struggled to keep your eyes open, the warmth jude provided coaxing you into a sleepy state. you let out a breath as his hand gently grazed the back of your neck.

you were asleep within minutes, not having it in you to fight off the drowsiness. jude stayed awake. continuing to rub your palm with his thumb and kiss your head as he basked in the feeling of holding you. he knew it’d be something he’d miss greatly over the next five days. jude continued to shamelessly admire everything about you, he knew he wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon, not feeling all that tired. though he was more than happy to hold you as you slept, mumbling on about how much he loved you. grateful for these soft moments with you.

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

Morning sex with The Boyz

The Boyz Masterlist                            Group Masterlist

Not requested but wanted to write something for myself after my week

Sangyeon: 

The gentle touch on your waist had shifted slightly, finding it’s way under your sleep shirt to draw shapes on the skin. Sangyeon knew you were awake, he could tell by the way your breath hitched at his actions. So it only egged him on further. 

Sangyeon’s lips found your neck and that was when you melted into his touch. Appreciating the affection so early in the morning, especially as his fingers inched down and under the edge of your underwear. “What’s gotten into you this morning?” You sighed between the kisses being placed on your neck. You could feel him smile against your skin before simply chuckling. His hand now cupping your core teasingly. 

“I missed you while I was sleeping.” You could feel his hard on poking your side as he spoke. You couldn’t help but laugh, turning around to fully face him and taking the advantage to slip your own hand into his underwear. Stroking him gently, you watched his eyes flutter shut and he let out a sigh. 

“Seems like you missed me too.” 

Jacob: 

You watched as a soft smile pulled over his lips as you traced them. Truth be told you couldn’t help yourself, Jacob was beautiful in all ways and you loved admiring him. His eyes opened slowly, gracing you with that beautiful expression of his. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, pulling you so that you were now comfortably on top of him. “Admiring you.” You said softly, your fingers moving gently from his lips, down to his bare chest. Your body moved down slowly, kissing the exposed skin where ever you could. Down his chest and abs only to look up at him as you reached the waistband of his sweatpants. His eyes were hooded with sleep but that smile was unmissable. 

“Admiring me? I should be the one admiring you.” His voice was still very filled with sleep, even as you pulled his sweatpants down to his thighs. Jacob couldn’t take his eyes off of you, not as you took his half hard cock into your mouth and especially not as you looked back up at him. 

“Why don’t you turn around so that I can admire you at the same time?” 

Younghoon:

Moments like this, they were rare. Moments where you both had enough energy to start the day like this. Younghoon’s face was burried in the crook of your neck and his arms were wrapped around you, hips rocking into yours gently. 

“Younghoon-” Your voice was barely a whisper, sleep still having some effect on you even in current events. He picked up his pace, moving his hand to lace his fingers with yours and pin your hands over your head. He looked at you, puppy dog eyes taking in your expression and admiring how pretty you were to him like this. 

“You look so pretty.” He whispered, hips nearly stilling completely. He wanted this morning to last because well, moments like I said before moments like this were fleeting. He leaned down and connected your lips as you pulled him even closer with your legs. 

“This is a really good morning.” 

Hyunjae:

Hyunjae had felt you straddle him as he was inbetween consciousness and sleep. But the comfortable weight of you on him was enough to make him open his eyes. However the sight he saw when he did was enough to make him open his eyes wide. 

“Isn’t it a bit too early to be seducing me like this?” He asked and you started laughing, looking down at your appearance. “It’s just your shirt.” You remarked, leaning forward to kiss him. He graciously accepted the kiss, hands coming up to grab your ass roughly. As he did so he dragged the fabric up, pulling it all the way up and off of you. You sat back up after that, allowing him to take a good look at your bare upper half. 

Hyunjae sat up too, pressing his chest to yours and kissing you way harsher than before. You took advantage of this, using his shoulders for leverage to grind down on his very fast appearing bulge. 

“Nevermind, it’s definitely not too early for this.” 

Juyeon: 

It started with you opening your eyes to see him staring at you, somehow that managed to escalate into him being seated between your legs, lips wrapped around your core. Juyeon was nothing if not a giver. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, hoping to egg him on because fuck you didn’t want him to stop. “You woke up... energetic.” You choked out, feeling him pull away from you and kiss over your stomach and hips. “I couldn’t help myself, you look so good sleeping.” He mumbled against your skin lazily, only to continue this time with the intention of leaving marks. 

The fingers tangled in his hair tugged slightly, signaling that you wanted him to come back up to you. Juyeon slowly made his way back up, kissing where ever he could before connecting your lips and wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“I don’t think you understand how good you look at all times.” 

Kevin: 

Rolling around, Kevin caged you under him with a big smile. “’Morning.” He said cheerfully and you lifted your hands to cup his face. You were still kind of sleepy but seeing his bright and smiling face gave you some energy. “You’re dressed already?” You asked with a pout and he nodded, leaning forward to kiss you. 

“Don’t be dressed yet.” You mumbled inbetween kisses, feeling them deepen as his tongue dipped into your mouth. Kevin settled between your legs as you kissed, feeling you start to pull his shirt off. He pulled away to throw it on the ground. “I put all this effort into being dressed whenever you woke up.” He teased, moving to kiss over your neck. 

“Too bad.” You sighed, feeling his hand snake down and pull your underwear to the side slightly. He teased you with his fingers, taking in every little sigh and moan that escaped you. Kevin lifted his head again, kissing you a little harder than before and picking up the pace with his fingers. 

“What am I supposed to do with you? If you’re so frisky so early in the morning.” 

New/Chanhee: 

It was a crime to wake Chanhee up before the alarm, truly. But you had found a way that seemed to be effective and didn’t get a lecture thrown your way. (of course this was something you had discussed and he was okay with it) Your hand snaked around his waist, your face burrying into his back as you did so. 

Gently, your hand snuck under the waist band of his boxers and your wrapped your hand around his half hard cock. You could hear a choked moan, which caught you off guard as you thought he was asleep and you let out a laugh into his back. 

“Awake after all?”You asked, your tone incredibly teasing. Chanhee attempted to scoff, only to turn into a moan as your pace picked up. But the best thing he could thing to do was reach back, fingers grazing over your core through your underwear. The action left you stunted, your own hand halting as he rubbed you through the fabric.

“You have an attitude for it being so early.” 

Q/Changmin:

Your fingers carded through his hair as he rested his head on your chest. Slow mornings were nice and he loved the special treatment. But he loved the warm skin of your chest more and he found himself, gently sucking marks into the bare skin. Unbuttoning your sleep shirt more to reveal more skin, he kissed over the top of your stomach. 

His nose brushed against your skin, making you giggle a bit and tug his hair slightly. “What are you doing? i thought we were cuddling?”  You asked, the tone of your voice joking as he kissed down your stomach. “Is that not what this is?” He smiled at you widely, teasingly almost. 

You shook your head with a smile and he moved his hands to pull your shirt off completely. He went to kiss your skin again only for you to stop him. “If my clothes are coming off, yours are too.” You said, pulling his shirt off of him. Changmin adored the feeling of his skin on yours, especially like this. 

“I mean, if that’s really what you want all of my clothes can come off.” 

Haknyeon: 

He was absolutely obsessed with kissing all over your face, this was no exception. Not even when his hoodie was bunched up at your waist and your underwear was somewhere discarded in his room. No, no, definitely no exceptions. 

Haknyeon loved morning sex, it was lazy and gentle and he could show you just how much he loved you. “I love you like this.” He mumbled, rolling his hips lazily into yours and listening to your whimpers. He wrapped your legs around his waist and attached his lips to yours. 

“I love you so much.” You mumbled against his lips, trying to concentrate on your words but it was harder than it seemed. Feeling yourself getting close, you tightened your grip on him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“I love you too, so so much.” 

Sunwoo: 

Something about the simple act of laying in bed with you made Sunwoo feel some type of way. The feeling of your back side pressing into his front as you slept, it turned him on to no end. But he wasn’t good at letting you know that, well verbally at least. 

His body did a great job of notifying you of these things, especially as you were both slowly waking up. His hard on was very prominently poking your butt and you were very aware of it. Stretching out, you made sure to press against him a little harder to see his response. His hands came down, gripping your hips to hold you there before placing his lips by your ear. 

“Keep doing that, please.” He asked, bucking his hips to press against your ass harder. “You always get shy when you get horny in the morning.” You remarked, moving to grab his hand. You guided it down the front of your sleep shorts, feeling a wave of confidence because of the effect you had on him. “Next time just take initiative.” You whispered, trying to hold back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over your core. 

“Carefull what you wish for.” 

Eric: 

Something about you sleeping in his shirt had sparked something in him. So much so he couldn’t really help himself but pull you on top of him the second you were awake. His hands dragging over your thighs as you made out, squeezing them every now and then. 

Your hands pressed down on his chest, giving you a bit of leverage as your ground down on him. Feeling his bulge through his sweatpants as you pulled your lips away from his to get some air. “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, feeling completely fucked out by you just kissing him and grinding on him. 

You couldnt help but laugh a bit, rolling your hips again only for him to grip your thighs harshly. The action made you fall forward once more, coming face to face with him as Eric became more stern with you. 

“If we’re gonna do this, let’s take the clothes off.” 

[miekasa]

mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…

Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp

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Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.

Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan. 

Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up. 

Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter. 

No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.

Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning. 

He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night. 

He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off. 

He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking. 

If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you. 

His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font. 

Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit. 

He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo

Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener. 

Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven. 

You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears. 

Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too. 

He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao. 

Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with. 

He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll. 

Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it. 

Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too. 

He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method). 

Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth. 

He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking. 

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Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out. 

Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy. 

Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin. 

Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.” 

He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves. 

Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.

Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape. 

He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo

Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans. 

Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you. 

It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you. 

Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him. 

You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard.