#it tastes like every single fruit in the universe i just KNOW it

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@softgirlgonehaywire @elusivemoon @staryukis

i see the galaxy in your eyes

[starrygazers]

home, or what's left of it.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ I'M IN MY MYDEI WRITING GROOVE (procrastinating on my programming assignment). Also, the food used here is based on Golden Honeycakes, one of the oldest delicacies in Amphoreus history, which was once a favorite high-end dessert among the nobility. (according to the HSR wiki) also he made an ad for this? that's so cute

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags : comfort, fluff

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ featuring : Mydei; minor spoilers for 3.0

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The brutish man ducks his head to slip inside the small entryway. He makes no sound, but his demanding presence in the middle of the establishment is not easy to miss.

You meet his eyes, cloth in hand. Giving him a small smile, you look away and continue wiping the tables. "Normal people say hello, you know?"

Mydei huffs, his hands crossed in front of his chest. The chilly night air of Okhema doesn't seem to bother him, as he's dressed like he normally is. Flashy, royal; befitting of a Crown Prince.

"Take a seat," you motion to the table nearest to the counter. You've put away most of the chairs, as the clock nears midnight, but saved a single one in hopes of your esteemed guest's visit.

He positions himself on the appointed seat, watching you take ingredients out from behind the counter to start cooking.

Mydei is no stranger to being away from home; that's how he'd spent most of his childhood, anyway. Fighting for his life at sea, dying in the hands of giant waves, starvation, or beasts. Even in Kremnos, he never experienced a good night's sleep. It was a kill or be killed world, and immortality doesn't take that away from him; they just have to kill him again and again until he stays dead.

And home was not something to miss, not after what happened. Not after his god fell from glory, dooming his people, and he was forced to make a choice between dying (again and again) for mortals or reign as a deity. So, he chose pain, because that is what's destined for the King who never got his throne.

Home is so far, and he doesn't want to go back.

And yet,

"Here you go!"

You place a plate of Golden Honeycake, topped with fresh fruits and dripping with honey, just like how Mydei likes it.

Home is far, and he doesn't want to go back, but he remembers the same aroma. Of the cooks taking pity in him and introducing him to the sweet delicacy. Of stories in the past by his mother who teased him for having the same taste in sweets as his father and all the kings before him.

He gives you a curt nod, a sign of thanks. You beam at him, watching intently as he takes a tentative bite. It tastes like home.

He takes another bite. Then another, and another, until the plate is a fresh clean slate. You chuckle, picking up the plate.

"You know, most people consider it rude to barge in on closing time," you tease him.

"I didn't mean to disrupt your business."

"You act like you don't drop by here every night, ordering the same thing," you laugh again, and he find himself liking the sound of it. He wants you to laugh again. "You must really like it, huh?"

He chooses not to answer, but he doesn't shake his head either.

You disappear behind the counter to wash the last plate, and he stands in the middle of your restaurant awkwardly.

"Is there ... anything I can help with?" he asks sheepishly.

You stare at him, clearly surprised, before clearing your throat. "Oh, um, you can put the chair away. Please, if you don't mind."

Mydei nods, picking up the wooden chair with ease as if he were handling a feather. At the sight, you allowed yourself a joke, "Closing would be a breeze if you worked here."

The Prince looks away, seeing your apron tucked under one of the shelves, letting his mind wander about a universe where the battles he fought were less gruesome. Where he could patch his wounds and value his only life. Where he would go home, and he'd be proud to call it that.

But in this world, all he had were the scars and the baths.

"You make good Golden Honeycake," he says. "It reminds me of the ones they used to make back in Castrum Kremnos."

Mydei swears he can see the sparkle in your eyes when you stare at him in awe, and thought they rivaled the sight of the night sky of all of Amphoreus.

Then your lips break into a smile, and Mydei's cold, inhumane, non-existent heart melts like the butter on the honeycake.

"I'll have you know that compliments won't suffice as payment," you grin, though a hint of bashfulness is evident in your voice.

"Put it on my tab." the Prince turns away from you, hiding his own embarrassment as he walks to the exit.

"If you had one, it'd be longer than my grocery list," you joke again. "How about this; you come back tomorrow?"

Mydei looks back to you, reads the hope written on your expression easily, and lets out a sigh.

"Yeah, expect me to bother you again tomorrow."

Home is maybe not too far away.

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How the Demons taste like (headcanons)

Okay I may be going into a weird trip with this but you CANNOT convince me that demons have "normal" tasting cum. So after all the monster cock headcanons I went through for the seven brothers (and I suppose that if you’re here you may have come across them as well) I present to you these "taste" headcanons.

I won’t be including the side characters in this (like Diavolo or Solomon). Sorry but I don’t think I know them well enough to do this for them as well but you’re very welcome to share your thoughts dushdhshdh

To add onto this whole idea: I think it would make sense for demon cum to taste good because it would encourage and strengthen the sin of lust in-between demons and humans as well (if they fuck one and we damn well know they will). Taste aside I also imagine they all have aphrodisiac-like side-effects and maybe even sweet smell.

This is all silly and in good fun so don’t take any of this too seriously aha, though it IS technically "adult content" so please ⚠️MDNI⚠️!!!!

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Lucifer

This one was probably the easiest. He tastes like sweet wine, no cap. Probably a Rosé and smells intoxicating like one too. Drinking him literally makes you drunk (as it is his aphrodisiac effect taking a toll on you), you become more giddy and playful with him which he loves. As for how it looks like, I have no idea. I’m not super imaginative in that department so I sort of assume all demon cum looks like human cum but "thicker" and "richer" like condensed milk.

Mammon

Believe it or not but right after the easiest one to imagine (being Lucifer) Mammon’s was the hardest for me. I went through multiple ideas, those being apple juice, flat lemonade or even a cocktail but for some reason I ended up stopping at warm chocolate. And I PROMISE it’s not because of his skin color idhedhsu I know it’s suspicious since he’s the only one amongst his brothers with actual melanin but really, when you think about it, Mammon is MC’s "first" in every single way, first one to love MC, first one to form a pact, first one to kiss. In every single universe/game, in everything, he’s the first. He’s MC’s "home", and what screams home? Warm choco milk. Yup. As for the aphrodisiac aspect... I suppose it would be pretty standard? Making you more possessive of him, needy and clingy. All the things he would love to see you be like usually.

Leviathan

Okay listen. You know those cartons that look like regular juice at first glance because of the fruits on the packaging? But then you read what’s written on it and it's actually a "nectar", not juice. I suppose everyone knows what it is or at least has already accidentally bought nectar in the past instead of juice but BASICALLY it’s just thicker and heavier "juice". If you add water into it it’s legit just regular juice, kind of like a grenadine which is the same-ish concept. It’s syrup and you add a lot of water on top to make it into juice. Well Leviachan is in between juice and syrup, thus nectar! He tastes sweet and refreshing. And I imagine his aphrodisiac effect could possibly have some hypnotic side effects, making it easier for him to "control" you and making you his.

Satan

Alright. On this one I’m a bit stuck again aha. But I imagine something like sweet and spicy tea, as weird as it sounds. Kind of like nettle tea or herbal tea in general. Dude tastes like a warm and spicy arizona drink (the brand, not the state haha) As for his aphrodisiac property, I imagine his cum would have the same effect on others as catnip does on cats. So like, drugs. Yeah. On that note, the aphrodisiac side-effects would also include you becoming more agitated, more "rough" and assertive. Almost as if you’re hate-fucking him.

Asmo

His sin being lust, the aphrodisiac property of his cum is the strongest, tripling down on the pleasure sensation. And not only his cum but his saliva as well so it’s overkill. I think his cum would have a "magical" feature that allows it to taste different depending on the person that’s tasting it, as to change to this person’s favorite flavor and completely satisfy them. Thus ending with them succumbing to Asmo entirely. Everyone knows Asmo is a menace but especially in bed.

Beel

Tastes like honey, 100%. And does it not only taste like it but his aphrodisiac effect makes you hungry for his cum in particular, making you seek his dick. Desperately stroking him to get more of his juice into your mouth. Definitely has one of the tastiest and most filling juices, pretty fitting as the avatar of gluttony.

Belphie

Belphie is a pretty standard guy, his cum looks like condensed milk AND tastes like condensed milk. All thick, sweet and dense. His semen may or may not have some sort of hallucinogen effect, (only a little though) enhancing the experience. One second you’re in a bedroom, the next you’re tripping I mean, having sex in a surreal setting, stars lighting up and dancing all around while you’re being fucked senseless.

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Thank you for readinggg🫰 I’m considering opening up prompts for this summer btw, not sure how well that’s gonna go ahaha. In any case, don’t hesitate to interact with my silly posts or even leaving some messages in my askbox if you’re too shy to do it with your account, it’s really encouraging seeing any type of reaction!

[michellemisfit]

Tag Game Wednesday 🤟

Tagged by these lovely humans who have not given up on me, even though I have suuuucked at playing games with y’all. Thank you @heymacy @mybrainismelted @darlingian @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @energievie @guinguin1984

Special thanks to @deedala for enriching my little paddock 🦙

THIS OR THAT - The rules are simple: two things, you must choose one.

iced coffee or hot coffee?

I don’t drink coffee and hate the flavour so… iced, as taste buds work less well at colder temperatures 🧊

iced tea or hot tea?

Hot, please 🫖

lemonade or sweet tea?

Lemonade. Sweet tea dries my mouth out

minty gum or fruity gum?

Mint. Always freaks me out when I accidentally put fruit gum in my mouth lol

pasta or potatoes?

Pasta. There some potato things that I LOVE, but others I’m meh about. Whereas ALL PASTA IS GOOD PASTA.

olives or pickles?

Pickles 😋

rice or bread?

Bread!! I love risotto, but otherwise rice is meh.

cookies or brownies?

🤤 I want them both, but Chani was 100% correct. Homemade cookies are amazing!!! But shop bought cookies are sometimes incredibly meh, whereas even a meh brownie is pretty fucking good!! So I choose brownies!

hand written reminders or phone reminders?

Phone reminders. My phone calendar, alarms, and notes section literally runs my life. Sometimes there’s a phone reminder telling me to write hand written reminder… lol

pull-over hoodie or zippy hoodie?

Zipper Superiority 🤟

jeans or sweatpants?

Sweatpants. Not worn jeans since 2019 lol

flip-flops/thongs or slides?

Neither, as I need arch support, but… the flip flop strap between my toes makes me want to claw my eyes out so… slides?

paperback book or ebook?

Paperback book. I always read with a pen in my hand to underline things and write comments in the margins. Can’t do that in an e-reader.

enemies to lovers or fwb to lovers?

Enemies to Lovers my beloved!!

only one bed or fake dating?

Fake Dating pines so good!!! Also agreeing to be handsy and snuggly for show, while desperately trying to act unaffected? BARK BARK

hurt/comfort or whump?

Good Whump is the bee’s knees, but sadly just as hard to find. @sam-loves-seb whumped the hell out of last October, but Whump of that quality is hard to come by, so for pure availability I have to choose H/C

mutual pining or amnesia?

Amnesia, baby!

cannon compliant or alternate universe?

AU, because the sky is the limit!!

soulmate au or sports au?

Sports AU love of my life!!! ⚽️🏀🏈⚾️🥎🎾

celebrity au or coffeeshop au?

Coffee shop every single time. You know how sometimes you enter a new fandom and you go looking and there… just… aren’t any coffee shop AUs? Wtf is up with that?!? They are a staple and what fandom is built on, surely!

one-shot or longfic?

I love long fic but I also have commitment phobia and a lot of anxiety over “wasting” time reading fic when I could be being productive, so… one-shots are nice! And a good one-shot packs a punch like no other!!

AND FINALLY....😈

milkovich or gallagher?

Let’s just be honest here… the Milkoviches would scare the everliving daylights out of me in real life, and if anyone I knew dated one I would do everything in my power to break up that relationship, without getting shivved. So… Gallagher lol.

That was fun!!

I would like to tag @vintagelacerosette @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @mickeysgaymom @ian-galagher @lupeloto @crossmydna @rereadanon @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @crestfallercanyon @ohkate @palepinkgoat @thepupperino @captainjowl @francesrose3 @iandarling @mikhailoisbaby

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Hello ! friendly neighborhood Zallia here. I'm in need of dire assistance. I'm having a lot of trouble wrapping my head around the concept of "blue-raspberry"?

I've been having this dilemma since the first time i drank a blue raspberry gatorade in the first grade. Granted, I have a taste deficit, so maybe this is just user error, but the flavor Blue-Raspberry, makes no sense to me, and I've been trying to figure it out for so long, I'm probably going insane. Every single time I have something Blue-Raspberry favored, i have to sit and think about all of my life choices up to this moment. Like, wth even is blue raspberry? why did they need to make blue raspberry? why is such an identifiable flavor despite it not even being a real flavor?

so, my first confusion, and probably the biggest, is why is it called blue raspberry? first of all, 'blue' isn't a flavor. a color doesn't have taste, unless i'm eating crayons, or an orange. And I could see this being a thing like "white grapes" or "red cherries" but the name isn't a flavor, its describing the thing i'm eating. okay, so, maybe it's just saying the flavor is raspberry, but blue. Well, it can't be that, because it doesn't actually taste like raspberries?!? every time i have a raspberry, they're a little tart, and don't have much flavor. however, blue raspberry is sweet, and tastes like im tasting pure artificial flavoring. so if it doesn't taste like regular raspberries, why is it called blue RASPBERRY. maybe this is just me, but i've also never seen a BLUE raspberry? so it cant taste like a blue raspberry!? i honestly don't even know what blue raspberry tastes like. which leads me into my second point.

what does blue raspberry even taste like? it's such a well known and recognizable flavor, that describing something that tastes like blue raspberry, is just saying it tastes like blue raspberry? whenever im eating or drinking something blue raspberry flavored, i have literally no idea what im consuming. i'm honestly convinced i'm consuming drugs. but i dont understand how its a flavor, if blue raspberry isn't real? My conclusion is that the flavor of blue raspberry is just a paradox. i dont know what chemicals im consuming, but it tastes like blue raspberry. but it isnt blue raspberry.

lastly, the blue part seriously confuses me, im back to this, because, like, seriously wtf does blue taste like? why is that a part of the flavor? were they high on drugs while creating blue raspberry flavoring? i only taste colors when i'm high as fuck. blue isnt a word you can use to describe flavor. and if it's just to describe the color of the thing i'm eating, then it truly isnt a flavor. but if you remove the blue adjective of the flavor, it's just raspberry, and as i said previously, it doesn't taste like raspberry.

blue raspberry is literally the most confusing thing in the world, artificial flavors are confusing in general, but blue raspberry is the worst because its so recognizable. like, if im consuming blue raspberry, i KNOW i'm consuming blue raspberry. and yet i dont even know what blue raspberry is, blue raspberry only exists in blue raspberry flavoring. what kind of chemicals am i putting in my body? does blue raspberry keep the human inner monsters at bay? does the first time you consume blue raspberry prevent humans from gaining the super powers that they were originally supposed to develop? is it spyware created by the government?

it isnt real, but it is real. does blue raspberry come from another universe? is it some top secret genetically mutated raspberry? i seriously need answers.

Blue raspberry paradox. i'm losing my mind. what is blue raspberry??!?

also why can i taste it despite not being able to taste most foods? wtf is up with blue raspberry?

also hello. how are you?

Hello. Blue raspberry was created as a result of there being too many red flavors to distinguish between properly. There aren't many blue fruits found in nature, and so blue was chosen. As for why it doesn't taste like raspberry, most artificial fruit flavors often do not taste like their inspiration. Watermelon is a good example.

As for the reason you are able to taste it despite not being able to taste most foods, I assume it's because of its strong aroma and rather tart flavor.

As for your last question, I am doing rather well. Thank you.

[becauseimswagman1]

What Are We? pt. 3

A/N: Let's get into it!

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Thank every single higher power that you didn’t let anything ruin your night. The conversation never stopped even after the food came, and neither did the glasses of wine.

Both of you were full of food and warm with alcohol. Michael got you two an Uber and went back to your place.

You had the giggles, something that was common when you drank. Michael always thought it was cute. He thought you were even cuter when you changed into your Pikachu onesie and still had a full face of makeup on. He changed into his Squirtle onesie to match you and got to work on making his self-proclaimed famous margaritas.

You were sat at the island in your kitchen watching the dreamiest man dump frozen fruits and way too much tequila into your blender. He looked so… domestic.

“Are you ready for the best margaritas ever?” he said as he poured two full glasses and put straws in them when he was done, “Here, have a taste.”

He slid you a glass and watched you take a long sip. Your face lit up, “Woahhhh! This is good!”

You watched Michael wipe off his shoulders in a bragging way, “Hold on, now, I ain’t say they were the best I’ve ever had or anything like that.”

He could only laugh, “You don’t have to lie to me. I know the drink is good. I mean, I made it.”

You eyed him as you drank more. It was really good.

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The blender was empty. You had definitely drunk more than him, but he was still just as messed up as you were. By now, you two were cuddled up in your bed, watching your favorite show, accompanied by more wine.

You were laughing at something funny your favorite character did and accidentally spilled wine on Michael’s onesie.

“Shit!” you laughed at how Squirtle’s blue was darker due to the wine, “I totally don’t mean to laugh, but it’s so funny.”

He laughed with you, “It’s no worries, really. It’ll wash out… I think.”

He stood up and took off his onesie, leaving him in no shirt and boxers.

“You don’t mind that I’m in my boxers, do you? Cause I can go put on some shorts real easy.” “No! Um… no, you’re alright like that.” Damn, you answered that quickly.

The universe was really testing you on this night. Drunk or not, you know when an opportunity is striking. Hopefully, you don’t fall asleep before you can spring your spur-of-the-moment plan into action.

When he climbed back into bed to cuddle you, the warmth radiating off his body felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. Was it the alcohol, or was it his natural body heat?

You decided to make your move, and if it didn’t work, you could blame it on being drunk and laugh off the embarrassment in the morning. So, you sat down your glass on your table and rolled over to face his chest, and you snuggled him.

Michael looked down at you, “Hey, you sleepy?” You looked back up at him and shook your head no.

“So what is it, you silly goose.”

Then, you did it. You leaned up and kissed him. For a moment, he kissed you back, then pulled away. You thought there would be regret coming from him, so you quickly got up, totally ready to run away.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. If you wanna stop being my friend now, I completely understand.”

He called your name and pleaded with you to stay, “Come here,” and pulled you back down on the bed, “I wanna be more than your friend.”

Then, he did it. He kissed you, and you kissed him back. There you were, living out your wildest dream. Leaning against the man you’ve had a crush on forever.

Quickly, the kiss got heated, and he got on top of you. He pressed himself against you, groaning because this is something he’s been longing to do.

You pulled away, “I should probably take this onesie off, huh?”

He smiled and laughed a little, putting his forehead on yours, “Most definitely take it off.”

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[thespamman24]

what is your favourite form of potato?

I’m glad you asked! These are all the different forms of potatoes, ranked worst to best:

18. Potato Salad

Potato salad is the opposite of fruit salad. Number one: mayonnaise. Mayonnaise is the most pointless liquid in the universe, and I live on the same planet as piss. Second off, there’s a right way to do onions and a wrong way. Potato salad does it the wrong way. Thirdly, potato salad is far too wet. It sticks to my mouth like a blood sucking parasite. However, instead of sucking blood, it just sucks joy.

17. Just a Raw Potato

Too hard. Tastes just like how it looks. I tell raw potatoes just what I told my ex, “call me back when you’ve been near a fire for a long time and also have been lightly salted."

16.  Potato Bread

Why would you do that? This is an offense to nature.

15. Baked Potatoes

Baked potatoes have the flavor of a Lewis Capaldi song. Sure, they are one of the most basic form of potato, but that’s what makes them so boring. It’s like playing as Mario in Smash.

14. Smashed Potatoes

These are mashed potatoes, but with the Lovecraftian horror of potato skins in the potatoes added in.

13. Mashed Potatoes

Everytime I eat mashed potatoes, I’m disappointed. They look so creamy and frothy and then I eat them and they taste like how airplanes smell.

12. Hasselback Potatoes

These ain’t much different than baked potatoes, but there’s something about the insane amount of slicing that is so…alluring, sexual perhaps. The amount of slicing is just so utterly ridiculous you know that something must be going on. However, these are just one trick ponies.

11. Gnocchi

Gnocchis taste good, but their appearance reminds me of maggots.

10. Potato Wedges

These are what French fries would be like if they weren't as good.

 9. Potato Skins

I like skin.

8. Potato Chips

Ohhh yeah…now we’re getting into the good stuff. A massive jump up in quality from previous offerings. Who doesn’t like potato chips? They set your mouth on fire, they turn your lips into deserts, they cut your tongue, and it’s amazing.

7. Patatas Bravas

Hey, what if potatoes, but spicy? Absolutely genius idea Spain, gold star for you. These taters will set you on fire in all the best ways, and they may also cure erectile dysfunction. You never know with potatoes. These are, without a doubt, the Kid A of potatoes.

6. Scalloped Potatoes

The answer to the question, what if Hasselback potatoes but we added other tricks to the pony? And boy oh boy does this pony have tricks! Cream and onions and sunshine and rainbows and all the love in the world.

5. Hash Browns

How can one bite into a hash brown without instantly being teleported to somewhere where there are a lot of hashbrowns?

4. Latkes

Ain’t no party like a Hanukkah. Obviously, everything is better when you smother it in oil and then set it on fire a bit.

3. Roasted Potatoes

Fuck yeah. I like my potatoes like I like my woman, set on fire for extended periods of time. At least, I assume that’s what roasted means. Nevertheless, roasted potatoes are juicy, succulent delights

2.Tater Tots

Now, sure, your ordinary elementary school cafeteria tater tots might not be anything special. However, those fancy deluxe tater tots? Those are to die, kill, maim, torture, and break the geneva convention for. Every bite just oozes with untold amounts of flavor.

Truely, tater tots are the OK Computer of potato forms.

French Fries

One of the greatest foods known to man. One bite of a single french fry is enough to make all your worries melt into a puddle and then fall down the drain.However, it is here that we must rank the various kinds of french fries.

1d. Normal french fries

Great, but ordinary, like a warm blanket or a cup of hot cocoa. Not anything groundbreaking, but enjoyable nonetheless.

1c. Curvy French Fries

I am literally salivating. Oh god…so good.

1b. Waffle French Fries

One of the best things ever created. Second only to…

1a. Garlic French Fries!

Garlic French fries are the best things ever because garlic.

[sassypotatoe1]

Just to add some support to this lovely person, hi, I'm autistic, I struggled for years with ARFID because of food related sensory issues, literally had to get a dietician and nutritionist to find safe foods that carry a lot of nutrients, it took months, until a friend invited me to his fondue birthday party, I got drunk, decided to fry a button mushroom for 15 minutes, chomped into it, and had a revelation.

I could not stomach any kind of mushroom ever before this moment, because they've always been boiled, sautéed, steamed or roasted. All these prep methods not only give it the squeaky teeth hurting texture of a tire, but gave it a very specific taste That made me gag without fail every time. I got physically sick if I accidentally ate a mushroom. Until I fried it. Turns out mushrooms like being fried?? Like, the taste is completely different and they feel more like a plum when you bite into them and less like a piece of flaky rubber.

So I started experimenting. The only way I can eat beets is if you prepare them like potato crisps. I adore caramelized onions on my burgers, or onion rings on the side, but onion in any other form gives me acid reflux like crazy for some reason and just tastes bad.

I haven't figured out patty pans or most types of squash, eggplant I'm starting to figure out, most fruits I couldn't eat because the squishy texture made me worried that I couldn't feel maggots if they have them, so I started cutting them up to eat them and check for maggots. Extremely juicy fruit like mango or watermelon, papaya, most citrus, and particularly juicy peaches or plums? Cube that shit so it's bite sized, or reduce the pulp into an almost jam. I can't eat any apples but granny Smith because of the mealy texture, unless I make apple sauce with cinnamon and lemon juice.

Most cereals get mushy when I heat them up and I can not stand it, so I started eating this one specific nutrition cereal that stays fucking crunchy. Otherwise I eat the cereal cold so it stays crunchy.

I couldn't stand oats as a kid, but when I started making it for myself when I was like 17 because it's extraordinarily high in energy and I desperately needed it, I got the single serving packets of instant oats with chocolate chips. Fucking heaven man. Now I make plain instant oats with my cinnamon applesauce sans lemon juice and honey, and it's the only way I can eat it other than the chocolate chip packets.

I know we tend to fall back on safe foods because going out and finding foods that are both nutritious and safe takes an extraordinary amount of energy, but I sincerely would suggest, if you can afford it, to go see a dietician and nutritionist for a couple of months to find nutritious safe foods or safe ways to prep.

I was fine for most of my life, until my second and third year at university when I lost a fuck ton of weight, and then started getting symptoms for my previously undiscovered congenital heart disease. By my 4th year in post grad I was underweight, extremely sick, chronically infected because I had no functional immune system, exhausted and in so much pain that my mom decided to intervene by taking me to the dietician, and it literally saved my life.

Being underweight made my heart disease a lot worse, to the point where I went to the ER with heart attack symptoms just before getting the diagnosis, and got put on heart medication at 22 to manage the tachycardia and pain.

All of this to say that you might think you're fine, I know quite a few people who like me assumed they'd be fine with a multivitamin and enough safe food to satiate, but your body needs more. It needs fiber, and plant proteins, and animal proteins, most kinds of fat, carbs, sugars, the vitamins and minerals are important but they're secondary. You're not going to get the nutrition you need from a multivitamin or synthetic nutrition shake. You need more, and it's absolutely worth it to find more.

It also just makes eating a much more pleasant experience when you can eat a wider variety of things without experiencing physical pain because of sensory issues, just because you prepared it differently.

i mean this in the gentlest way possible: you need to eat vegetables. you need to become comfortable with doing so. i do not care if you are a picky eater because of autism (hi, i used to be this person!), you need to find at least some vegetables you can eat. find a different way to prepare them. chances are you would like a vegetable you hate if you prepared it in a stew or roasted it with seasoning or included it as an ingredient in a recipe. just. please start eating better. potatoes and corn are not sufficient vegetables for a healthy diet.

[chryso-poeia]

Prayer

Thank you universe/god for creating me, for giving me this life, for the whole experience of it in every moment. For all that it teaches me. You bless me with your infinite abundance in every moment. Your unconditional love circulates in me now, strengthens me now, nourishes me now, gives me peace now. I send this love to everyone around me and that i hold dear, and the one’s that read this.

Thank you for the rain that nourishes your deepest creations, the sun that gives us life, the oceans, the trees that clean the air, the grass, for the soil that gives us food. For making me see that we are all apart of this loving exchange. Thank you for evolving us humans to the point where we can choose love. Thank you for the challenges that make me grow.

Thank you for my eyesight, so i can see and experience all the beautiful men and women in the world, so i can watch all your miracles, the landscapes, the animals, the wonders of your deepest creations. So i can see the beautiful faces of the people in my family. Thank you for my hearing, so i can hear all the beautiful music, the resounding laughter of friends and family in special moments. Thank you for my sense of touch/skin, so i can feel love. So i can feel the wind, the waters, nature, the sun. Thank you for this body that loves me, that keeps itself alive for me in every single moment.

Thank you for the lessons of mortality, so i may see the value of this life. Thank you for my sense of taste and smell, so i can experience all the good food, wines, cheese, fresh fruits and espresso. Thank you for your endless abundance so i can get whatever i need and love. Thank you for pain, for isolation, for the growth, skills, wisdom, love and humbleness gained. And thank you for the ability to defend what i continously become. Thank you for the ability to see that the essence of your love is support and progress, never perfection.

Thank you for entertainment, for playfulness, for ease, for peace, for sex, for bliss, for abundance. Thank you for that which excites me. Thank you for my sensitivity, this ability to experience every single moment and person with delicious intensity and depth. Thank you, for this hunger, for my passion, for my heart and its inability to give up, despite it all. Thank you for making me a hero just like every hero in every story because of this. For making me absurdly strong and capable, ever growing and expanding and stretching with every overcoming, every lesson, every meeting.

Thank you god, for understanding me, for seeing me, for blessing me, for loving me as i love you. Thank you, for this life, all of it. Thank you, for this opportunity.

-

Thank you, thank you, thank you. With you, i am unafraid and with you, i place my trust in myself and you. Your love obliterates all blockages, all disease, limiting beliefs and sorrow. It imbues all of it with nourishment, love, health and openness. So i am whole, so i am perfect, so i am divinity embodied, so i am power embodied. So i am freedom embodied. Everything incompatible with your love is dissolved. My tears and my laughter are equal expressions of this godlike power… the power of growth and the life force, in every moment, which is all rooted in the awe inspiring enourmity of the love of god. I do not know how it is possible but i do know that with your infinite intelligence, all things are possible. I choose to let go of pain, resentment and bitterness, to give space for increased love, wisdom, playfulness, energy and growth in my life.

[legoflowercrucifix]

Layers

My family sits at the breakfast table and we argue, and there's no fight behind most of the words, but its all we know how to do and say. And we keep arguing and imperceptibly my mom picks up a mandaring and digs her long nails into the flesh of it. She chastises my dad for something dumb he said and now she looks truly mad, she continues peeling and I can smell the citrus now. My dad doubles down and my mom glares at him as she drops half the mandarin into his plate, I go to wash the dishes.

As the warm, soapy water washes over my skin, I think of the university I want to go to, I think of my family and stop entertaining the thought, every time I stray, I start right back where I was. I remember owning a telescope at six years old, I remember looking up into the dark sky, my father guiding my vision with his hand, like he was putting down the constellations just for my sight. Just hours later, I remember, rushing out the house with my mom's hand on my shoulder, the other carrying our emergency bag. Later in the car, I hear the hushed whispers of the rioting streets, the smell of tear gas is almost orange-like.

I still peel the same mandarins I've been peeling since I was a child, removing every single white strand, meticulously enough there was always some left beneath my nails. But back then, I would chew on the fruit just to spit it back out. The juice seeps into my hands and every tiny cut, while I delicately separate the slices, and pass them around.

The bowl holds every fight I've ever had with my mom, and the plates of fruit taste exactly like her anger and remorse. I think of the acid tears that ran down my cheek, staining her shirt. I think of her long nails digging into my flesh. My dad is always sitting just out sight, never stepping in, only afterwards, to give me some advice. He picks up two mandarins, and tosses me one. I peel back its layers, not bothering with the strands, as I hand it right back.

[lovings4turn]

sincerest apologiiiiiies for my delay in response too !! i've been sleepy + also i've had this odd-ish !? sinking feeling since this morning but it's a little bit better as of now !!

i so so so appreciate your words of motivation to give me the /pull through/ vibes, which i shall !! no reason to doubt a girl who's barely 5ft, your honour, i **will** pull through !! ALSO I'M SORRY YOU KEEP HAVING TO HEAR ME RAMBLE ABOUT IT !! (and to anyone reading too, i apologise 😔)

ooh, i'm glad to hear that you got in some social time but i also saw you had an early shift today, how did it end up going !? hopefully not too bad ?! also also, did you put something on the burn !? like aloe vera, erm.. hielo - er, ice !! that's the word. i swear i'm not flexing my language skills, my brain truly talks to me in all 6 of those languages and i'm just like "woahh, calm yo arse down, darling."

how have i been ?? erm. great question !! 🤩🤩 i think all has been.. decent ?? nothing extra brilliant and/or noteworthy but also nothing crappy !! just... life lifing. i do just want to go home though, i refuse to deal w/ this weather. HOW HAVE /YOU/ BEEN !? alles goed, liefje !?

annnyway, nice to chat !! love and miss you bunches, liefje !!

OH !! IK HEEFT EEN VRAAG !! what is your favourite thing to make at your shifts !? in terms of fun-ness of making it AND taste wise. this could be two different things !!

whydoitypesm,ohmygosh,itbecomesanessay. 😭 anyways, again !! take care of yourself + stay alive and hydrated and well fed !! yours truly, you know who. NO, NOT VOLDEMORT. DON'T SAY IT. 🤺🤺

a little joke! a man walks into a fruit market and picks up some raspberries, kiwis, melon, and strawberries but upon seeing a mango, he leaves it all behind and leaves the market. why so !? 🤭🤭

i fear all our conversations are going to start with apologies for the delay ,, yet here i am to do exactly that lovely 😭 i'm so so sorry cause i know that feeling is the WORST but i'm so glad y'feeling a little better (and i hope you're feeling much better now!!! or else i will fight the universe!!!)

you will pull through i know it !!! i am actually your number one supporter n have every faith in you love !! and no apologies at ALL are necessary here i assure you <333 rambling gets us all through , sincerely possibly the biggest yapper in the whole world

the early shift was an interesting one !! it's the first time i've started on the opening ,, and the first two and a half hours were actual heaven cause we had barely any customers ,, so i could just dick about a bit and make myself some drinks to wake up , but the mid morning rush killed me because there was only me and my co-worker at the time😭😭

the burn is healing !!! she was ran under so much cold water and covered in some sort of cream , so she's doing well thank GOD (though my hands are now littered in teeny tiny scars from burns and such - the price i pay ig😔) and honestly ?? i wouldn't blame you for flexing the language skills because it impresses me every single time my god

i totally get what you mean and i'm glad nothing awfully bad has happened !!! here's me manifesting that the weather brightens up for you (because i do not know how you deal with it , and that's coming from someone in northern england😭)

it's so , so nice to hear from you again my lovely , and i'm sending you all of the love and joy i can grasp from the universe (which is a lot , trust me) look after yourself n show yourself all of the love and kindness you deserve or else !!!! the whatchamacallits will come out trust !!!!!

AND AAHHH I LOVE THIS QUESTION !!! in terms of general yumminess , i'd have to go for the cinnamon latte because my god it makes the entire shop smell heavenly every single time i have to make one (and i consume at least two every shift) but in terms of fun-ness , i'm a flat white girly all the way !!! getting to make little designs is actually the highlight of my day (i managed to make a bear last shift and the woman it was for was overjoyed)

i've sat here and wracked my brain for so long trying to find this punchline and i'm coming up totally empty - i'm stubborn and refuse to google it , too , so !!! why does he leave the market love !!! i look forward to finding out 🤭🤭🤭

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cherry waves / hayakawa aki

Aki is undeniably, wholeheartedly in love with you, and there's nowhere he tells you he loves you more than right here, in his bed, when you're under him.

cherry waves - deftones

all my love to @kentoangel for giving me the inspiration to make this fic!!!! ilysmmmmm!!!!!!!!!! 💗

pairing: hayakawa aki x fem!reader

word count: 6.1k

tags: 18+, smut, fluff, fingering, cunnilingus, tender sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, smoking, established relationship, lots and lots of i love you's, soft dom aki

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

Aki is undeniably, wholeheartedly in love with you. 

He tells you every single day. Before he goes to work, he leaves a note on the fridge: There's cash on the coffee table if you want to go out and treat yourself. Have a good day baby. I love you. :) His handwriting is neat, sleek, and formal, like him personified with pen, but when he gets to the I love you, the letters seem to become a bit messier. He scribbles them nervously, as if he feels a little embarrassed about writing it, about seeing the words on the paper, tangible and real. Regardless, you pluck the note off the fridge and keep it in your drawer, alongside the hundreds of others he's written for you. 

With his voice, he asserts it even more. When he manages to get a break at work, he steps aside to call you for as long as he can, even if it's only for a few minutes. He tells you he loves you before he hangs up the phone, says how much he misses you while admiring the polaroid of you in his wallet. I think about you every second that I'm here. I can't wait to come home to you. 

He'll profess his love in the late hours of the night, limbs tangled with yours under the sheets, while he holds you close to his chest. He litters your forehead with the lightest, most delicate of kisses, as though you're made of porcelain beneath his lips. The words are uttered drowsily, like they're heavy in his throat, and he whispers them over and over again, as if his fondness is spilling over, uncontained. You're already fast asleep in his arms by now, so his I love you's fade into the darkness, but perhaps you'll end up hearing them in your dreams. 

It slips off of his tongue again when he shares lunch with you. He takes an orange from the fruit bowl in the kitchen, peels it, pulls the pieces clean apart. There's an odd number of slices. He gives you the extra one. The citrus tastes sweet on his tongue, just as sweet as what falls from his lips. God, I love you so much, you know that? It catches you a bit off guard when he says it out of no-where, but before you can ask him where his sudden remark came from, he's shutting you up with a kiss that tastes sugar-coated. 

He's just lucky to have you. Lucky and oh-so grateful to share both his life and his love. This quiet scene, shared between only the two of you: it's simple, but he's never felt more alive. Aki is finally able to live how he's always wanted, enjoying the most mundane of moments with the one he genuinely loves, who loves him just as much. 

If he is the moon — cold, monochrome, and stormy — then you're definitely the sun, shining like rays of daybreak light and eternally warm like a summer's heatwave. In a world of devils, of heartache and the bitter taste of blood, you would be his idea of an angel. 

He's still not sure if he even deserves this, nor does he understand how someone like him got so damn fortunate. And it's cheesy, but he wouldn't trade this life for any other, or for anything in the universe. He just wishes he got the chance to meet you, to cherish you and this life, so, so much sooner. 

All he can do now is make the most of it, tell you he's in love with you in as many sentences as he can possibly fit it into, kiss you until his lips are bruising, promise you, I'll stay with you, for as long as this world will allow. Cross my heart and hope to die, my love. 

There's nowhere else he belongs but here. His arms belong wrapped around you, his lips belong on yours, he longs to be as intertwined with you as possible. There's nothing he wants to say more than your name and infinite chants of I love you, I love you, I love you. 

And there's nowhere Aki tells you he loves you more than right here, in his bed, when you're under him. The phrase is whispered in your ear, warm and true, the slightest bit shaky. "You're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I'm so in love with you." He says the words softly, but in your chest, they feel like the intense blaze and explosion of a sky filled with fireworks. 

A vinyl spins and spins in the humble record player, and the speakers play a song. The low music resounds in harmony with the soft pitter-patter of rain. Droplets blanket the tin roof above and then tap gently against the window. Silk curtains are pulled slightly ajar, and blurry, fluorescent lights from the city shine through fogged up glass, illuminating the dim room. 

His clothes and yours lie in a heap on the floor. He slipped off his oxfords at the door, shed his suit jacket over the couch. You loosened his tie and tossed it aside, popped each button on his dress shirt, unfastened his belt and his zipper to pull down his slacks. You reached into his hair and tugged on his hairtie until it came free from the topknot and the dark strands fell around his face. 

He pulled your pants down and off of your legs, then hooked his fingers around the waistband of your underwear. He kissed you through the fabric, grinning when your legs shivered, before taking them off, leaving you in only the shirt you were wearing.  

The album playing is one Aki picked out. The music itself is a bit grungy, maybe even a little out-of-style, but it's one of your favorite bands, and since it's your favorite, it became his too. He plays the cassette you gave him in the car when he drives, listens to the record on loop when you're gone because it always reminds him of you. 

Strands of his hair tickle your face when he places a tender kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, your jaw, and finally your lips, where he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger to drag you in closer. He doesn't want to pull away, and so he lingers for far longer than necessary, kissing you softly, effortlessly. 

Your arms wrap around him, and you hold the back of his head with one hand, trail your fingers down his back with the other, and trace the scars that are littered between his shoulder blades. His hands find your thighs and he grips them carefully, slowly spreading them apart. 

He pulls away to pepper your neck with kisses and playful nibbles of his teeth, his lips unable to stay off of you. His fingers trail up, under your shirt, and on your chest, below your ribcage, his fingertips trace shapes onto your skin. It tingles when he draws circles, hearts, spells out the letters of his name with a feather-light touch, wishing he could engrave them in. If he could, he'd cover every last inch of you with his own being, until there's unmistakable proof that he was there, that he's in love with you. For now, the hickeys he's leaving on your nape will have to do. 

"So gorgeous," He mutters against your skin, words muffled, breath hot. "God, I just adore you." His voice is deep, quiet, as smooth as the velvet sheets and as familiar as the guitar riff you've long since memorized in this song.

When Aki leans back, there's a faint grin on his face, and the kindest look in his eyes. Just looking into them makes you feel like you're drowning in warmth. It's hard to recall when you first met him, it feels like forever ago. His gaze was so cold and frigid then, but now, it's taken on a much softer hue. 

Aki dotes on the fact that you're wearing nothing but his own shirt. It's one of his old t-shirts that you dug out from his dresser, and it's a baggy fit, but it looks beautiful on you, he thinks. His palms glide under it, caressing your bare skin. From this view, you look stunning. The way you're laid back on his pillow, arms sprawled out with hands upturned, you look absolutely darling, like a dose of fathomable heaven. 

Your senses are filled with the smell of his sheets, his clothing, and his laundry detergent. His cigarettes, his room, just the smell of him, it makes your head spin, and you melt into the comfort and familiarity of it all. You reach up to tuck his messy hair behind his ears, fiddling with the piercings on his lobes as his hands travel down. The glint in his earrings capture the hazy glow of the city lights. 

His hands reach your hips and he holds them tight, his thumbs rubbing comforting circles on your skin. He lifts them, aligns you, takes a deep breath. His heart pounds with anticipation, but he looks to you, asks if you're ready first, and only when you nod does he continue. With a hard swallow that makes his Adam's apple bob in his throat, then a fragile gasp and whine, he steadily presses inside you. 

You're so wet from the hours Aki spent teasing you before this, and so messy from the countless times you've came already for him. The inside of your thighs are shiny and glistening, covered with the love bites and pretty bruises he left there. 

It's on nights like these where Aki not only tells you how much he loves you, but shows you. He pleasures you all night long, until you've cum over and over again for him. Until morning light starts to seep through the blinds, and you're too tired to continue, falling asleep in his arms after the waves of pleasure subside. 

Earlier, he made you cum on his fingers, one hand holding his cigarette, the other nestled between your legs. He takes a drag in from the cig, tilting his head to exhale the smoke away from you, all while his middle finger runs up and down your pussy. He gets it wet with your slick before slowly pressing it inside, all the way to the knuckle. He drags it in and out, in and out, and when you buck your hips to meet his hand, he adds another. 

His ring finger stretches you out deliciously, and once it's all the way in, you can feel the cool metal of his promise ring pressed up against your entrance. 

It rests on the base of his finger: a modest, silver band. You wear a similar one, but yours is adorned with a bright, glittering diamond. He saved all his paychecks for months, surprising you with the matching set on your anniversary. Since then, he never takes it off, his promise to be yours anchored to him wherever he goes. 

He'll replace them someday; he's going to ask you to marry him in the future, and he's already convinced himself of it. He hopes you'll take his last name. There's no-one in the world he trusts more with the Hayakawa surname than you, and no-one else he'd rather pass it on to. Giving you that piece of himself would be a blessing. 

Aki's hands are so large and so pretty, big enough to eclipse your own when he holds them, or to cup your entire face with his palm like it's what he was meant to do. And his fingers are perfect; they're so long and slender, and they feel so good as he fucks you with them. You gasp when he curls them upwards, and his lips can't help but form a smile around his cigarette. 

You're always so receptive to his touch. You still giggle every time he kisses the back of your hand or the tip of your nose. Your heart still pounds when he embraces you, when his eyes lock with yours for too long. You fall apart for him every time, just as easily as the first. 

He finds it endearing, and he can't help but want to please you more and more, give you all of his affection. He stamps his cigarette out into the ashtray resting on the nightstand, abandoning it to put his full attention on you, whispering the most divine words into your ear. 

Listen to how wet you are. It feels good, right? Tell me it feels good.

He pumps his fingers in and out to a careful, tender rhythm. He makes sure to press them in enough so that each time, you feel the cold edges of his ring. 

Oh, baby, are you close? Don't hold back, I want you to cum for me. 

Aki can feel you tightening around his fingers. He notices your breathing picking up and your body starting to tense. He drags his fingers out and brings them to your clit, where he rubs tight circles, just how you like, in the way that always brings you to the edge for him time and time again. 

That's it. You're so beautiful when you cum, sweetheart. You make me want you so bad. 

Your thighs are sore, and your whole body is trembling, but Aki holds you close while you come down. You can go one more time for me, can't you, baby? Of course, when he asks you that, the answer is always going to be yes. 

He's dying to taste you, and so he makes you cum again, on his tongue this time. He plants open-mouthed kisses on your stomach, your hips, your thighs, onto every bone, mole, and soft spot his lips can find. Raise your hips a little for me, He instructs, sliding his arms under your thighs when you do so, There you go. Can you spread your legs a bit more for me too? 

He laps up the mess, presses his tongue in, fucks you with it. The rich flavor of his cigarettes still lingers in the back of his throat, and your sweet taste combined with it makes him feel delirious. 

He buries his face between your legs, his nose nudging at your clit, and he groans into your cunt when you run your fingers through his hair and pull him in. He kisses your clit with soft lips, licks it with the flat length of his tongue, takes it into his mouth and sucks on it hard. You're so pretty, he mumbles, but you hardly hear it. Your legs wrap around his head, and he doesn't stop until you're cumming for him again. 

Making you cum, listening to your pretty moans, watching you fall apart to his touch, it gets him so hard. His dick aches, throbs ceaselessly in his briefs, leaks out where it rests thick and heavy against his thigh. His mind goes foggy with lust, and he can feel the pure and utter want for you burning in his veins, settling in the cavity of his chest.

There's something about you that always makes him want more, makes him crave you, and causes him to desire everything you're willing to let him have. It's insatiable. He wants to be inside you so bad he can hardly stand it, but honestly, he could get off on just this alone. 

He could do this all night, surely. He always puts your pleasure above his own, and he would worship your body forever, make each curve and dip into his form of a prayer, if you'd only let him. He'll make you cum as many times as you can take, and as many times as you want. Whatever you want him to do, he'll do it for you. However much you want him to give, he'll give you even more. At your request, he'd give you every last part of himself. 

But on nights like this, even when your eyelids are heavy and threatening to shut, you need more of him. You want to be closer, so even when you're spent, you always end up begging him please, Please, Aki. I want you to fuck me. He wants it just as badly, if not more, and when you ask him like that, how can he resist? He'll always give you exactly what you ask for. 

His cock is thick and so fucking pretty, a perfect stretch when he fills you up. Aki takes his time, eases into you slowly, and you savor every single inch of him. The sight of his dick pressing inside you is damn near intoxicating, and he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze away if he tried. His pupils are blown, eyes glazed over, and his lips are slightly parted, quivering. 

When he's finally all the way in, you can feel his dick in your stomach, and he groans, pulling you in even closer by your waist. He hasn't even moved yet, and his head is already spinning. He waited so long for this, ended up teasing himself just as much as he teased you, and you're so tight around his cock, the feeling might consume him. He doesn't think he'll be able to last long, but he'll try. 

"Oh, fu-uck, baby-" Aki's voice cracks into a moan as he starts to fuck you, echoing a wet sound when he rolls his hips out, then presses back in deeply. He mumbles, "You feel so amazing, I love you. God, I love you." 

Before you can tell him you love him too, his lips come crashing onto yours. He kisses you slowly, at first, but he can't help himself from wanting to indulge in you further. Your lips feel like all he could ever need as they mesh with his. Then, he's kissing you deeply, breathlessly, like he can't get enough. He sucks on your tongue, sighing when he thrusts into you. He buries his cock in deeper just to feel you moan more into his mouth. Your hands thread through his hair, holding it back, keeping it out of his face. 

Honestly, the feeling itself isn't what turns you on the most. It's knowing that he is the one fucking you, Aki's dick is inside you. Aki, whose cold exterior you broke past, whose heartache you managed to cure. Aki, who deserves so much more than what the world has given him, who is nothing like what people say about him. 

Aki, who keeps his arm linked with yours while he makes dinner, trying out new recipes to find which one you like the best. Who wipes the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs, who gives you his jacket when it's cold outside, who still blushes when your knee bumps his in public, who makes you feel completely and utterly safe with him. Aki, who kisses you just like this, like the world is going to end. 

The way Aki loves is intense, but tender. It's exhilarating, but sincere. It never fails to take your breath away, yet still feels like a home you can return to. The kind of love that grounds you, but not without allowing you to fall for him more and more. The kind of love that's purposeful in everything, because in every possible instance, you're the one he wants, and the one he needs. You, and only you. 

When he draws away from you, his lips are ghosting on yours, and he whispers it again, "I love you," voice just barely audible over the music and the downpour. He pulls back further, reaches a hand into his messy hair to brush it out of his face, then cups your cheek. You lean into his warmth, his touch. You can feel the outline of his ring, and he has a stupid grin on his face when he mumbles, "Look at you. So beautiful, and you're all mine. How did I get so lucky?" It's true, but really, he's all yours — so hopelessly addicted to you. 

Aki makes love to you softly, almost lazily. It's sweet and passionate, and gives you a chance to enjoy the atmosphere and every little detail of it all. Aki's cheeks are flushed, his eyelashes flutter, and his chest heaves with every ragged breath he takes in. His moans are loud and needy, each roll of his hips deliberate, never too hard, because he knows how to make you cum without the need to be rough. 

Every time he shoves his cock in, it sends blood rushing to his head, and with each drag out, he whines from the pressure. He's sweating, and he grabs your shirt to hastily tug it up. Not enough to take it off, just enough to expose your chest to him. 

The storm is picking up now, and the rain has grown to a loud, universal drum as it pours from the sky. The record player is still going, vinyl spinning idly as it plays the next song on the album. Aki fucks you through it, nearly to the rhythm, but he isn't paying attention to the music. He's just focused on you. The ambience is drowned out by the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and Aki's voice in your ear. 

"So good," Aki slurs, and one of his hands grips your waist, while the other finds yours to hold it tightly, your fingers interlaced with his. "You take my cock so well." 

"Aki… I..." You stammer out, unable to say much more than that. 

"Yeah?" Aki stops completely, giving you a second to breathe. He leans in a little closer, studies your face, and quietly asks, "What is it, baby? What do you want?" 

"Want you deeper, I want you to fuck me more, please-"

"Shit," Aki sighs, clearly losing his composure for a second. He already had an idea of what you were going to ask for, but he still absolutely loves when you beg for him. He exhales a shaky breath, "Okay, baby, okay." 

Aki's pace quickens a little, and he presses his body closer to yours, desperate to get himself even deeper inside. He's gasping, finding it difficult to breathe as he fucks into you harder, with less of his deliberate movements, and more of his own desperation. He's losing control, little by little, with each thrust and each noise he pulls out of you. You wrap your arms around him, and it's like he's falling into you. 

All it took was that little bit of extra speed, shoving his cock in deeper, harder, and your heavenly moans and cries into his ear for him to be just barely hanging onto the edge. You feel good, way too good. Too perfect, and he's too vulnerable, linked inseparably with you. 

"Oh my God, I c-can't, you feel so- fuck, fucking amazing," He stammers, barely able to get the words out, moaning after every unsteady thrust into you as he begins to lose his rhythm. His high-pitched whines are a perfect contrast to the deep vibrato of his voice. "I can't, baby, I'm so close, I'm gonna cum-" 

He's trying so much to hold out, but he's so needy, and it's made evident by his moans and the love-drunk expression on his face when he leans back to look at you. His eyebrows are knitted, his lips are parted, and he's flushed red, all the way to the tips of his ears. Despite how badly he wants it, he thinks he might be able to keep going for a little while longer, but when you start begging for him to let go, to cum for you, he's done for. 

He gives you a couple more desperate thrusts before he pulls out, panting hard, and his dick throbs in his hand as he jerks it. He whines your name as his cum spills out all over your pussy, your stomach, and your thighs. All over his own trembling fingers and down his knuckles, making his hand sticky and messy. 

Aki takes a moment to catch his breath. Strands of hair stick to his forehead from his sweat and he does his best to brush them away. He glides two fingers through the mess on your stomach, then collects what drips down your thighs, before bringing them to your mouth. You open before he has to tell you to, and he smears his cum all over your tongue. You suck on his slender fingers and twirl your tongue around his whole hand, licking up every last drop. 

"That's it," Aki praises, exhaling a shaky sigh, "Such a good girl for me. You made me feel so fucking good, baby." 

You hum around his fingers in response. 

He's close to collapsing, his whole body covered in a blanket of exhaustion, but his focus is on you. He's still so damn hard, already dribbling pre-cum out all over your soft stomach. And he's still so eager to please you, still so desperate to have you. Watching you take his fingers just reignited that feeling. 

Aki takes his fingers out, and they're wet with your own saliva when he grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks. He swallows, and the way his normally resolute voice wavers implies that he's the slightest bit nervous when he admits, "I still need you." 

"I need you too. Please."

The tip of his dick is sensitive, to the point where just pressing it to your entrance makes him whine and briefly falter. He strokes up the length, trying to get himself used to the stimulation, swiping his palm over the tip to smear the shaft with his pre-cum. He doesn't want to make you wait for too long, so he brings it back to your pussy, dragging it over, getting it messy with your slick and his cum before he slowly eases back in. 

"Oh, God," Aki's head falls, and you wrap your legs around his back, tangling your fingers in his hair. You run them through close to the scalp, gently holding the back of his head, and he stammers, "S-So… It's so…"

It's so sloppy, so wet. So overwhelming, and all too much. His cock slides in and out with ease, and he fucks into you as much as he can possibly handle without falling apart at the seams. Your thighs are soaked, his dick is unbelievably messy, and the wet sound echoed each time he shoves himself in is so damn loud. 

"Babydoll, I'm-" Aki mumbles, but he's unable to finish his sentence, breaking into a string of pathetic whimpers. He feverishly gives your neck open-mouthed kisses as a way to shut himself up. 

The overstimulation is already starting to get to him. His legs are weak and shaky, threatening to buckle under the weight of each thrust into you. His dick is so goddamn sensitive that he can hardly handle this, and yet, he can't stop. The only thing running through his brain, through every nerve in his body is that he needs you, he needs this. He grabs your face with his hand and you hook your arms around his neck to pull him in, your lips clumsily connecting with his. 

Aki moans into your mouth as he kisses you, and mutters an I love you that slurs off of his tongue when yours swirls around his. The taste of himself on your mouth has him reeling, and he can't stop himself from rutting his hips into you hard. When he pulls away, there's drool dripping down his chin, and he wipes it hastily with the back of his hand. 

With his head in such a blur, he ends up telling you every little thought that enters into his mind. "Feels so g-good… So warm… Really w-wet, ah-" 

God, you just love him when he's like this. So fucked out and drunk on you he can hardly speak, his head so cloudy all he can think about is how you're making him feel. It's a side of him only you get to see; he's cold and serious with everyone else, but he's got a soft spot for you. The truth is, even when it seems like he's the one in control, you're the one who's held all the power over him from the start. You always have. 

You can leave hickeys on his neck that all his co-workers will see, scratch up his back with your fingernails until they leave red streaks across his skin, touch him anywhere and everywhere you please because he's yours to touch. Play with his pretty cock all you want, until he's pleading with you to let him cum, to give him more because he needs it. You can stuff his own tie in his mouth to keep him quiet, wrap your hands around his throat while you ride him. And he'll love every second of it, pure devotion reflected in the gaze he can't seem to keep off of you.  

He'll let you do anything you want to him, and he'll give you anything you ask for. Especially when he's this overwhelmed, drowning in his own pleasure. And if there's anything you want right now, it's to watch him lose his mind for you. 

So when you tell him to fuck you deeper, harder, pleading, Don't you dare stop, not even for a second, he'll do just that. When you tell him to kiss you, bite you, he does, placing hurried pecks over every inch of your face, leaving impressions of his teeth on your neck and shoulders. And when you tell him to keep talking to you, praise you, I want to hear your voice, his words are incoherent and breathless, but he stammers them all the same, and without a second thought. 

"Love you… I… A-Ah, it's-" Aki manages, trying to form something complete, but failing every time. His breaths are quickened and his chest is heaving when he begs, "Please," although he's not sure what he's even begging for. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and beads of sweat drip down his forehead. It's too much, but he needs you so badly he can't quit. He's desperate to feel you cum on his cock. 

Your legs are still wrapped around him, secured at the ankles. You glide your hands up his chest, then to where his collarbones jut out. Over his shoulders, up to his jawline, then down again to squeeze his arms. He's pretty, so pretty, the prettiest boy you've ever seen. 

He can feel you tightening around him, and can tell your moans are picking up as he fucks you. His thrusts are shallow; he needs the friction, but also longs to stay deep inside you. He's dizzy, seeing stars, and even though he's so overwhelmed that he's not sure if he can handle cumming again, a familiar knot starts forming in his gut. He chokes out, "C-Close." 

"Me too," You reply, "Want you to cum for me, fill me up, please, Aki-" 

There's no way, absolutely no way he can resist that. Between you begging for him and the way you say his name, he's done for. He'll always give you just what you want. 

The tension snaps, and Aki grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him, fucking you through his orgasm, filling you with his cum. He cums so hard, so loud, so desperately, his muscles tightening, his dick throbbing in your stomach, all while he whines your name and a mix of disjointed, endless I love you's. 

His thrusts become messy, unrelenting, and he doesn't stop, not when it sounds like he can hardly breathe, or when his whole body is trembling. Before he collapses onto you, he wedges a hand between your legs, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. The feeling is one of utter euphoria, and it's enough to bring you to the edge. You slur his name over and over again as you finish, saying it in ways that make his heart flutter and swell in his chest. 

He slows when you're finally spent, his voice in your ear hoarse, but gentle, words spoken under his breath. "That's it, cum on me, baby. Just like that... Oh my God...."

The record has long since stopped by now, and the rain still falls, but nowhere near as hard as before. It creates an air of silence, and you're suddenly aware of your own heart in your ears, and Aki's heavy breaths, his swallows and meager gasps for air. His weight pins you to the mattress, and he pulls out incredibly slow, wrapping his arms around you to hold you even closer to himself. He smells of sex and sweat, of lingering smoke and a cozy familiarity. 

"You okay?" He asks, finally managing to catch his breath, whispering into the shell of your ear. 

"Yeah, yeah. I'm okay." 

"I love you so much. More than I could ever find a way to express," Aki sighs, taking your hand into his own, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me." 

You give a little half-hearted chuckle, and then you reply, "I love you too. So much." 

Aki pushes himself up a little to meet your gaze. His cheeks are covered in a rosy blush, and when your free hand comes to cup his cheek, he holds it there, his fingers tenderly rubbing circles into your knuckles, brushing over the curve of your ring. 

He smiles, softly, warm enough to melt fresh snow, and the bridge of his nose crinkles ever-so slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he asks, "You tired, baby?" 

You nod, eyelids heavy, your whole body weak and weary. Aki leans in, and you can feel his smile against your lips when he kisses you. He holds it, keeping his lips on yours for far longer than he needs to, like he always does. When he pulls back, he whispers, "Let's get you ready for bed." 

Aki gives you as much time as you need to rest, and when you're ready, he tugs your shirt over your head and carries you to the bathroom. He showers with you, lets you lean on him while he washes your hair, and kisses every inch of your skin while you both relax under the hot water. He dries you off, helps you get dressed, kisses the tip of your nose, asks if you're hungry. You say that you're not, but he offers to make you something anyways, and for his cooking, you can't refuse. 

When the two of you finally sink back into bed, Aki holds you close. His shape fits to yours perfectly, like two halves of the same whole. You can feel the metronome of his heartbeat thrumming in his chest. His hand grabs yours, absentmindedly, like the way magnets are pulled together, destined to find one another. 

"I have the day off tomorrow, what would you like to do, baby?" He asks as he plays with your hair, twirling strands around his fingers. 

"Mmm…" You feign thinking, but really, you're just trying to fight off your ever-growing sleepiness. "Can we go shopping?" 

"We can go wherever you'd like. You wanna go out to eat, too? We haven't in a while." 

It's because your cooking is so good, You think, but you answer with a nod so light you're hardly sure if he even noticed. He places a kiss on the crown of your head and replies, "Alright, we'll go somewhere nice." 

In your head, you imagine how the day with him tomorrow will go. Aki will slip out of bed to make breakfast as silently as possible, careful to avoid stepping on the spots that make the floor creak. You'll wake up to the smell of coffee brewing, to breakfast in bed. Aki will take you to the stores he knows you love, the ones that have the clothes you always say you feel the best in. He'll take you out to the restaurant you never ask for, because you know it's too expensive, but he secretly knows it's your favorite. And of course, he'll pay for everything. 

You begin to fall asleep as the scenes play out in your mind, melting into the lull of his soft breathing and the warmth of his arms. 

Aki's voice is drowsy when he asks, "You still awake?" 

There's no response, so he pulls you closer, holds you safely, presses your head to his heart, and tells you one last, I love you. 

And when he drifts off as well, he'll love you still, wholeheartedly. Even in his dreams, then until he breathes his last, and when he does, he's sure he'll continue to love you in the lifetime after this one. 

I'll love you as much as my heart can take. Cross my heart and hope to die. 

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Broke college student tip:

Learn to love cooking. Like get into it. Enjoy it. Get excited to cook. Why? When you learn to cook and enjoy it you'll save money. Lots of money. And you'll be eating better, healthier food too.

For example. I'm eating seafood and veggie pasta right now with a white wine cream sauce. In a restaurant, this would be a fancy meal, costing $20 or so for a small portion. Literally cost me like $5 or so in ingredients to make. And like 20 minutes to cook. And I made enough for lunch AND dinner. When you know how to cook you can make cheap foods taste amazing.

Here's some advice how to make this easier:

Buy frozen things. Frozen veggies, frozen fruits, frozen meats, etc. Frozen lasts longer and saves you money and stress.

Have basic herbs and spices on hand. Salt, pepper (red, black, and white), thyme, rosemary, basil, garlic powder, onion powder, turmeric, bay leaf (chopped is best), cinnamon, paprika, cumin, and sage are my most commonly used ones!

Common recipe ingredients to keep on hand: pasta, rice, lemon/lime juice, garlic, onion, white wine, frozen veggies, potatoes, frozen meats, sugar, butter, pasta sauces, tomatoes, eggs, soda/pineapple juice/beer (great for marinades or cooking meat).

Frozen things when stored properly can be stored for a couple months and portioned out making quick meals easy!

Learn flavor profiles. Citrus, basil, rosemary, butter, salt, garlic, and onion are all fairly universal in their uses while things like cumin and turmeric have a stronger, earlier flavor and are great for stews, curries, pastas, soups, and sauces!

Learn to shop. If it's non-perishable and bogo, get it! Bogo (buy one get one) is basically half off and now you have two things for when you need it! Walmart brand pasta is like $0.98 a box. You can also get a bag of frozen extra small shrimp at Walmart for like $5 and there's about 50 in a bag. Shop non-perishable items by weight (price per ounce) and perishables by size.

Pasta sauce can be put in the freezer and if stored well can keep for like 3 months!

Sauté your veggies! They taste so good that way!!! A little butter, garlic, rosemary, and onion. Sprinkle with salt after and viola!

It's easy to fall into a food rut, so treat yourself every now and then with something different or challenge yourself by limiting yourself to 5 ingredients or something to make you exercise your skills.

Make your own barbecue sauce. It's so fun! All you need is molasses, ketchup, brown sugar, and whatever you want to customize it. I usually put honey and bourbon in mine.

Go on pinterest and find easy recipes! The great thing about a recipe is every single one you see is customizable and was made to the cooker's preference. You don't like mushrooms? Don't put them in and add something earthy and unami like turmeric or sumac in its place.

Tofu is easier than you think.

Rice is very filling and goes with most everything.

Keep fresh herbs fresh by putting them in water. You might even root and grow your own!

Frozen fruits are amazing for marinades or more "tropical" tasting recipes. Frozen citrus and pineapple are great for making a citrus chicken and rice! Just defrost in a bowl and then add the chicken to the bowl.

Tortillas are amazing and keep for a while in the fridge.

Print out recipes and keep them in a binder so you make notes and changes directly on the paper!

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Tambourine

A/N: Oof, this is quite literally the dirtiest thing I have ever written. Like wow. I'm happy I got this out sooner than I thought! Anywho hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what you guys think.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if you are below 18.

Word Count: 14k+

Relationships are complicated. They can be incredibly fruitful and set you on cloud nine, but it was almost extremely rare that the experience would generate that outcome. In truth, every try was almost exactly the opposite of that which was why relationships were sour in your mind. They were not worth the time and effort if it was just going to end poorly. 

You had sworn them off after your last failed attempt. Instead choosing to focus on yourself, your schooling, and eventually, your career. Your friendships were the best thing in your life and you did not have difficulties befriending new people. 

Josh was one of those people. You had met him your first week of university and you two hit it off immediately. You were two peas in a pod, hardly being without the other. 

You were Josh’s biggest supporter with whatever decisions he chose to make, like dropping out of school to be in his brother's band full-time. Being his first fan meant being there for everything over the years and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

Which is why turning your relationship with him into a best friends with benefits situation was the stupidest thing you could have ever done. 

Another show had finished, but the boys' energy levels were high knowing they had a multiple day break in between shows. This meant going to any bar that would stay open long enough for them to get that adrenaline back down. 

His on stage presence followed him after a show until he would fall back into his normal self, but as he stood across the bar, playing a game of pool with his brothers, his gaze bore into yours. Your thighs subconsciously clenched at the look he sent you, setting your drink on the table, and looking at the single bathroom in the building before looking back at the boy. 

The smirk grew on his face as his thumb brushed along his bottom lip, subtly nodding as you excused yourself from the table you had been standing at, hastily making your way to the restroom. 

Warmth blossomed in your lower stomach knowing what was going to be taking place in the next few minutes. You entered first, ensuring to leave it unlocked, but faced the large, dingy mirror to double check your makeup was still intact from the long night. 

The heavy creek of the door echoed through the small space and when the familiar permed hair slid through the tight opening, he wasted no time pulling you towards him. His taste of whiskey and honey flooded your senses as his tongue swept across your own, a light moan escaping you at the motion. 

His hands spun you around, making you brace yourself on the sink as that smirk reappeared, connecting your eyes in the mirror as his hand traced down your spine to the curve of your ass, grabbing a handful as he spoke. 

“We need to be quick. I intentionally lost that game to get in here, but I play next,” your hands made quick work of pulling your jeans down as he palmed himself through his khaki shorts. His hand curled around your hair, grabbing it all with one fist and pulling it back to stand you up straight against his chest. 

Your eyes watched your reflection, seeing his shut as the tip of his nose brushed along your pulse point and inhaled. “New perfume, mama?” He murmured against your skin as you nodded in response. 

“Got it yesterday. Figured you’d like it,” his smirk grew against your neck before he gently nipped at the spot. His hand went to the back of your neck and pushed you back down as he released himself from the confines of his shorts. 

He quickly spit into his hand and ran it over your naked core, brows furrowing at how wet you already were as you waited for his next move. You greedily sank back onto his hand, craving his touch, begging for something more. 

“Needy tonight, mama? Sorry it can’t be more,” he sounded genuinely apologetic for a split second as he buried himself in your cunt. You inhaled sharply at the rough motion, eyes squeezing shut as his movements began immediately. 

Your moans mixed together, not worried about anyone hearing as the bar's music blasted through the building, but there was no sweeter sound than Josh’s panting and short breaths as he focused on getting you both to finish before anyone noticed you two were missing. 

There was simply no time for anything extra tonight, but you didn’t mind. This was rare when he wouldn’t be able to properly take care of you, always opting to wait to be able to take his time and worship you like how he swore you deserved. 

However, every once in a while it was just too much to handle and you both would need one another more than normal and would do it anywhere you could find a hiding spot. It was incredibly risky to be doing this so close to your group, but the chance of being caught made it so much better. 

Josh’s head fell back as his hand palmed your ass before pulling back and smacking it, eliciting a stronger moan from you. “Play with your clit for me, lovey,” you didn’t hesitate, fingers finding your bud and rushing fast circles over it, feeling yourself coming undone on him.

His face relaxed as his orgasm sent him dissolving into pleasure, you following seconds after. Neither of you moved for a moment afterwards as you caught your breath, but he pulled out and grabbed paper towels from the dispenser to wipe himself clean, not having many other options in the area you found yourself in.

When you went to grab some for yourself, he tsked at you and made you stop moving. He wet a few towels and sank down onto his haunches, placing a featherlight kiss on the top of your mound with a smile before gently wiping you clean. His cold fingers hooked into the loops on your pants and pulled them back up over your thighs as he stood.

As he appeared face to face with you, his hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you to meet him. Your lips danced with each other as your hands worked to zip your jeans and button them, doing the same for him as he continued his soft kisses on your face and neck. 

“Thank you, Joshy. Know you don’t like this, but I missed you,” he hummed as he kissed behind your ear, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you against himself. “I’ll take care of you more tomorrow. You’ll have my full attention. We can have the day together because I have no plans of being anywhere near my brothers. I want the day with you, okay?” 

Your hands tangled in his curls and nodded, rubbing your nose against his as his lips pushed against yours, turning you back towards the door. 

“You came in first, go,” as you slid out the door, you caught one last look of Josh and noticed the rosy tint that sat on the apples of his cheeks that flushed an entirely different way after he had just cum. Eyes that were heavy with lust, pupils blown out and looking entirely fucked. Lips swollen and kiss bitten, tongue constantly darting out to moisten them. Curled hair out of place and hanging on his forehead. 

He was gorgeous.

When you got back to your table, Jake’s gaze fell on you and watched as his brother appeared in the group a couple minutes later, eyes narrowing at his twin as he silently asked where he had been. 

Your palms grew sweaty as his brother’s eyes skirted across your features and leaned towards you. “Where were you at? You were gone for like twenty minutes,” you sipped your beer and leaned back towards him so he could hear you over the loud talking of the table and music. “I ran into someone I knew from work a long time ago. I got stuck talking with them,” he bought it quickly, nodding his head and rejoining the chatter.

A quick glance to Josh and he winked at you, knowing you had convinced his brother of your little white lie, hiding your rendezvous once again from everyone. 

After how long you two had been doing this, you would think over time it would be easier to hide it from everyone and close calls would lessen. That was wrong. If anything, it became more difficult and you despised lying to the people you were closest with, but it would only complicate things more than they already were. 

You just wanted it to be you and Josh for as long as possible and so far, it was working. Two years in and there hadn’t been any hiccups. Extremely close calls, sure, but no one knew yet and you wanted to keep it that way.

It was one of the rules. Rule number three to be exact and the most important of them all. 

Your purse and shoes were discarded by the front door as you hurried over to your record player and turned it on. Spinning on your heel as the music started flowing through the space, your eyes fell to him and smiled as you belted along to the words. 

It had been a long night, but you weren’t ready for it to end yet. You felt like you and Josh were on another level of connectivity tonight. On the same wavelength, having had a wonderful time at the party for the band. You two had been attached at the hip all night and you just didn’t want the night to come to a close sooner than absolutely necessary. 

Honestly, it was rare when you two weren’t, but tonight felt different. His hands held onto you every chance they could, your eyes searched for him whenever he wasn’t in your direct line of vision, and you two whispered silent jokes to each other that weren’t meant for others ears.

Sure, you had over indulged on some drinks, but everyone had. It was why he was in your hallway watching you move around the space with a blissed out smile on your face as your favorite song played in the background.

“Josh, Joshy! Will you sing to me?” You grinned at the boy as he stood in your kitchen, leaning against the counter as you danced around the living room to the soft music playing. 

He had made it his mission to get you home despite how drunk he himself was after the party you two had been at with his brothers and mutual friends, knowing you were far gone and needed to get home safe. 

His gaze softened on you at your request and immediately fell in with the singer, harmonizing in a captivating way that sent a chill down your spine. You made your way to him and laced his fingers with your own, pulling him from the kitchen and having him sway with you as he sang softly in your ear. 

You giggled as the song finished, looking at the boy in front of you and let your eyes work over his sharp features. You admired his freshly shaved jaw, the point of his nose, his large doe-like eyes, his unruly eyebrows, the plushness of his lips. 

You didn’t think as you leaned in and placed your own against his, just wanting to see how they would feel for a second. 

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back for that fleeting moment, hand still holding yours, other palm pressed flat against your back. When you pulled back you smiled, teeth sinking into your lip as you made eye-contact with him. 

The gold flecks in his eyes were only visible this close to him and you felt yourself getting lost in them. “You’re very kissable, Joshy,” you whispered out after a beat. His smile grew, dimples showing at your words. 

“Yeah? Do it again, lovey,” your arms wrapped around his neck, Josh simply flooding all of your senses. Any sense of judgment for what was happening was out the window as you whimpered into his mouth, deepening the kiss. You simply did not care about the implications of what this would mean for tomorrow. 

In the moment, it was all Josh. 

Even the next morning when you woke up with a pounding headache, eyes stuck together from your mascara not having been washed off, a heavy arm strung over your waist, and a dull ache pulsing in between your legs. 

Your eyes went slightly wide as you turned your head and saw your best friend laid next to you as naked as the day he was born. “Shit,” you whispered out as you lightly moved from his grasp to go to the bathroom and have a moment to process what had just happened.

As the warm water pounded against your skin you groaned. Of course, you shouldn’t have done that, but my god Josh was a good lay. He knew exactly what to do and how to make you convulse in pleasure in ways you never had before.

It had been so long since you had had good sex. Okay, sex period. You weren’t interested in a relationship right now, but you deeply missed the sexual aspect that accompanied partnerships. 

And you had never been with someone as skilled as Josh. Even if he was your best friend. 

You didn’t have romantic feelings for him, but maybe that was okay. Neither of you were really in a place for a relationship anyways. Perhaps this could be beneficial for you both if it was as good for him as it was for you. 

When you stepped back into the bedroom you saw him lying there on his phone, a large smile taking over his face as you reappeared in front of him. “We need to talk, don’t we?” You shrugged and sat next to him, pulling the towel tighter around yourself. 

“We probably should,” your fingers pushed the loose curls from his eyes as he peered up at you. “I’m just going to come out with this before you say anything, okay? That was fantastic. Not even going to sugar coat it, I don’t care how much it inflates your ego. It was really good,” you giggled as his cheeks turned a deep red as you continued, hand still moving through his hair as his head laid on your lap, “and I think we should keep doing this. You and I have both said fairly recently we aren’t in good places for relationships so what if we just do this?”

His brow drew together in question as he spoke for the first time, taking your hand and playing with your fingers nervously. “Just sex? Would you be okay with that?” You nodded your head at his question as he lost himself in thought for a second before sitting up and facing you. 

“Alright, but I have a couple of concerns,” you watched him intently as he thought about how to word his questions. “It cannot affect our friendship, okay? You’re my best friend and I don’t want to jeopardize that,” your smile softened at him at those words, but you nodded your head.

“I agree. What else?” He sighed and shrugged, arms crossing over his chest as he nibbled on his bottom lip. “If you want to stop this at any time we can,” you nodded and chuckled. “Same goes for you,” he rolled his eyes and let his smile take over his features, lighting up his face. 

“Don’t see that happening, lovey. If we do this, we should make the most of it.” He leaned across the bed, lips capturing yours as your hands cradled his jaw, feeling his tongue push its way into your mouth. You noticed his hands gently tug at the towel wrapped around yourself and you let it fall with no fight. 

He climbed on top of you, having you lay completely flat on the bed as he left a trail of kisses down your throat to your chest. It took every fiber of your being to speak up to continue the chat you two had been having just moments earlier.

“We need some ground rules, Josh.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth as you spoke, eyes peering into yours and nodding his head, urging you to continue on. 

He pulled back only to speak quickly. “Tell me rule number one, mama.”

RULE #1: IF SOMEONE TEXTS, YOU GO.

It had been a long week at work. Between being handed three new projects because your boss simply did not feel like doing their job, working six straight days in a row, and not being able to sleep at night because your brain was on overdrive, you felt like absolute hell. 

You sat on your sofa, dimming the lights to try and get caught up on your favorite show with a glass of wine, but no matter what you did, you simply could not get comfortable. Shifting seats, blankets on and off, lights dimmed lower and brighter, lighting a candle, getting chocolate, nothing was working to get that sharp ache in your shoulders to subside. 

The screen on your phone was dark. It had been a couple of weeks since you had slept with Josh after that night and morning after and neither of you had jumped to use your mutual agreement with one another, but tonight was different. You needed to relax and you knew a good orgasm would let that happen and who better to do it than your best friend? 

You cringed at the thought of reaching out to him simply because he hadn’t tried first. Your attention was completely off your show now, instead staring at the text, trying to decide if you should send it. Carefully selecting each word meant it had taken you ten minutes to figure out how to phrase the request and you finally settled on what was staring back at you. 

You- Make my night better and come see me? 

What if he had changed his mind? What if he was out on a date with someone? What if he just wasn’t in the mood tonight? Would you be able to handle the rejection? 

Fuck it. You hit send and set your phone down on the couch next to you, waiting to hear the ding of a message sent back. It happened within a minute. 

You grabbed it and felt your smile grow as the text sat on your screen. 

Butterball- Finally, on my way mama ;)

Standing from the couch and rushing to the bathroom, you realized you had already washed your face for the night and battled within yourself about throwing on a layer of simplistic makeup, but by the time you had fixed your hair, a thud pounded on your door. 

Your nerves were coursing through you as you opened it to see the mop of curls greeting you on the other side. His hands found home on you instantly, drawing you towards him as he kicked the door shut as he entered your apartment. 

His lips messily met yours as he smiled into the kiss. “What made you text?” You shrugged, pulling him to the couch with you, hardly parting from one another, speaking against each other’s lips. “Rough week at work and need you to help me relax,” he nodded his head and pulled back as you fell onto the couch. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, taking him in as he stared down at you and smiled. “Well we have all night, so let’s slow down. I’m going to grab a glass of wine,” his hands landed on either side of your waist, nudging his forehead against yours and sweetly capturing your lips as he continued, “and then we are going to put a movie on and I’m going to get the knot out of your shoulders that I know has been bothering you for days, m’kay?” 

Breathing in each other's air made you feel dizzy with arousal as you listened to his voice explain what was going to happen and you could only nod in response, eyes staring innocently into his as he pecked your lips one more time before walking into your kitchen to grab another glass. 

Anticipation pummeled you as you took a gulp of your wine to try to calm your nerves. You sat back against the couch and when Josh stood in front of you, he sipped from his own glass and let his eyes skirt over your figure before grabbing your remote without another word. 

He put on your favorite film, Pride and Prejudice, that you always opted to watch when you needed comfort and when he turned back towards you, pausing the start of it and crossed one of his arms over his chest, his eyes darkened as he watched you. 

You hadn’t made a move since he had entered the room, waiting for him to make the first move, not wanting to mess this up. He knew you were waiting for his direction and enjoyed that you were letting him control the situation like this. 

Josh made his way to the chaise of your sofa and relaxed into the plushy spot, turning to face the screen and beckoned you over to lay with him. You slowly moved over to him, pressing your back into his chest as he pulled a blanket over you both, arm wrapping tightly around your waist. 

His hand still held the remote and as he hit play, the familiar opening scene filled the screen, causing a small smile to take over your features. This wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for the night, but he had said you had all night. 

Those thoughts diminished as you felt his hand flatten under your shirt on your stomach, drawing small circles on the skin causing goosebumps to appear as you tried to keep your breathing even. 

“Keep your eyes on the movie, lovey,” his husky voice spoke into your ear as he continued the leisurely movements on you. You tried to keep your attention on the movie, almost succeeding as he hadn’t made any other advancement, but as a new scene appeared, his hand moved to cup your breast. 

Your eyes shut as he gently kneaded at it, but not doing anything else. You were hyper aware of every breath you took in, not wanting to let on how turned on you had gotten from such little touching, but you were failing. 

Mainly forcing breaths out of your nose, not paying any attention to the movie as his fingers pinched and rolled your nipple in between his pointer finger and thumb. You gasped, eyes squeezing shut, but he spoke in your ear. 

“I told you that you need to keep your eyes on the movie, mama,” your shaky intake of breath coupled with you forcing your eyes open to watch took all your energy. His fingers had stopped until he was positive you had followed his directions, continuing with it again. 

You couldn’t help the small whimper that rumbled from your throat, urging him to give you more. He didn’t. 

The overstimulation of your nipples had your chest aching, the wetness pooling at your core was soaking through your thin leggings almost forcing you to beg to be touched. Almost. 

His hand finally removed itself from you and you felt like you could cry from the mixed relief and yearning for more. “Did you know that Joe Wright did not want to cast Kiera Knightly in this role?” 

You shook your head at his words, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he spoke lowly. “Said she was too pretty to play Elizabeth Bennet,” you wanted to laugh at the turn around he had just done. Borderline pissed he was talking about this instead of getting you off. 

Your anger was short lived before you felt his cool hand slip under the band of your pants, fingers slipping into the sticky arousal that coated you. “Wright had also never seen the 1995 version of Pride and Prejudice,” he parted your lips as he spoke, middle digit sliding in your opening, eliciting a deep moan to wrangle from your throat.

He pulled it out as quickly as he had put it in, using the same finger to swirl around your budding nub. Given how turned on you already were, it was not going to take much to push you over the edge. 

Josh knew this and continued whispering fun facts about the movie that fell on your deaf ears, unable to process any of the information he was feeding you, solely focused on your impending orgasm. 

As your breathing grew more shallow, moans overpowered his words, and your attention on the movie had entirely lapsed, he slowed his movements almost to a stop. “Have you been listening to me at all? Or watching the movie like I told you to?” 

Your eyes snapped open at his questions and whimpered in frustration, agitated tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “Joshy, please. I want it so bad, please,” your head had moved to rest on his bicep, legs spread wide open for him, one almost hanging off the couch, the other tucked in between his, his eyes staring down at you. 

He smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the space between your eyebrows and let his fingers get back to work. “I know, lovey. I’m gonna get you there, ‘kay? Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah? I know you can, you’re so close, mama,” as Josh showered you in praises, you came with a shattering force, white light overpowering your vision.

Josh worked you through it, lips landing on your temple, a large smile taking over his face. “There you go, pretty girl. You did so good for me.” As you came back from your high and your eyes opened, you felt exhaustion take over your body. 

His hand was removed from your pants, placing it in front of your mouth and you took it, licking him clean as he smiled at you. “Good girl. Go to bed, I’m going to clean up out here and I’ll see you tomorrow for the barbecue at Danny’s, yeah?”

You nodded your head, eyelids heavy and closing as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, forcing you to sit up with him. 

As you made your way down the hall you spared one last look at your best friend and felt your smile grow as you watched him grab the empty wine glasses and put them in your dishwasher, folding the blanket and placing it on the back of the couch, and finishing cleaning up your space. 

When you climbed into bed, all your worries and doubts faded away as you smiled to yourself. Maybe this could work. You would make it work because this agreement was already looking great. 

You stood to the side of the stage watching one of the opening acts for the boys shows, dancing to the catchy beat. 

Whenever you got the chance to watch them perform, especially Josh, you snatched it in a heartbeat. Although you had to fly in for this particular show, it was worth it. You needed a little break from regular life and what better way to do that than to spend time with your best friends? 

One of the bodyguards stood with you as you listened to the music when you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket. 

Butterball- I think there is somewhere else you should be right now. Don’t you agree? 

Butterball- Attachment: 1 Image 

His dressing room door greeted you as you opened the text. Your heart rate increased and you smiled at the gentleman next to you before making your way towards his room. 

Dodging his brothers so they wouldn’t ask questions about where you were going and why you were trying to find Josh meant it took far longer than it should have to reach your destination. When you slipped in passed the door and shut it gently behind you, Josh’s unpleasant look greeted you. 

“Lovey, I sent you that text twelve minutes ago. I go on in eleven minutes now,” you saw the rhinestones glittering across his cheekbones, not a hair out of place, fully dressed and cup of what was more than likely pure whiskey in his hand, your heart skipped a beat at how mouthwatering he looked.

He opted for the white two piece suit tonight, his crotch on full display, leaving nothing to the imagination. You wasted no time, going towards him and sinking down on your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” you gulped anxiously, hand gently petting his quickly hardening cock. His jaw set at your tone and his teeth sank into his bottom lip, agitation evident. “Open your mouth and be a good whore for me,” your mouth fell open, tongue leaving your mouth to wait for him. 

His fat head sprang free from his pants, landing on the tip of your tongue before pushing fully into your mouth. You relaxed your jaw and let him fuck into your mouth at the pace he wanted, knowing that you had taken too long to get to him tonight and he needed to get off fast. 

Your hand went between your thighs and as you tried to touch yourself, his fist yanked you off his dick and shook his head. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” You mumbled back a small no as he shoved himself back into your waiting mouth.

“Be my good cock slut and suck me off. If you’re good I’ll take care of you later,” as Josh was speaking, tears were running down your face, gags echoing off the walls as he fucked your face. 

“Shit, lovey, you’re gonna make me cum. Fuck!” You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, stilling his movements as his load shot down your throat. You watched his eyes roll back, mouth lightly hang open, hands shake as they held your hair back as you kept his dick in your mouth, letting him come down from the high. 

You pulled off of him with a pop, sniffling, and giggling as you stood up. You legs were wobbly after being on your knees for so long, feeling his hands still you as he grabbed the tissue box from the table. 

“Let me clean you up, mama,” you sat down in the singular chair as he wiped the wet mascara from your cheeks, your runny nose, and handed you a bottle of water. Your hands held onto his hips as he focused on not smearing your makeup anymore than it already was, seeing the concentration on his face and smiling at him.

His eyes quickly went down to yours and chuckled. “You were good for me despite being late,” you rolled your eyes and interjected in his speech. “Okay for starters, I had to avoid everyone so of course it was going to take me longer to get back here,” his fist grabbed your hair, making you tilt your head back to look at him, shutting you up.

“If you would let me finish. I said you were good for me and because of that I was going to take care of you at the hotel tonight, but now I’m not sure you deserve it,” you pouted at him and moved towards his lips, taking his bottom one between yours. 

“I do. I was so good,” his smile grew, pearly white teeth on display at your desperation for him. “Okay, lovey.” He gave in so easy it had you smiling in victory, knowing all it took to tip the scales in your favor was to play into his power play he so craved. 

“Thank you, butterball,” your laughter bubbled out into a cackle as he rolled his eyes at the nickname he despised. “Don’t push your luck! I’m feeling generous tonight, but that can change in a heartbeat.”

You winked at him as you walked out of the room, not able to hold in your laughter as he stood watching you join the group that stood down the hallway, face red with faux irritation at your term of endearment for him.

Bored. You were simply bored. It was a Saturday night and you had absolutely no plans for the evening. You had already eaten dinner, were a couple drinks in for the night, and could not find anything interesting to watch on tv.

You stared at your phone screen and smiled to yourself knowing how you could pass the time. Finding his contact and hearing the dial tone fill the space, your brow furrowed as a text notification popped up from him as he answered. 

“Hey, pretty girl. I’m assuming you saw my text?” You opened the message and laughed at it. 

Butterball- What do you have going on tonight cause I would like to be in those plans but preferably in you

“I did not see your text until just now, but we are on the same page. I’ll be over in fifteen, ‘kay?” When you got to his apartment, he greeted you at the door with a glass of wine and a deep kiss that had you sinking into him. 

“I was bored tonight. Take care of me, Joshy?” His smile grew as his tongue traveled behind your ear. “Always, mama.”

Josh had his cock running through your folds, collecting the wetness before slipping into you. “Jesus, you’re the perfect fit for me, I swear.” Your smile took over your face as you laid on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he bottomed out. 

“You said you want to make the most of this-shit,” your eyes squeezed shut as his thumb made light circles on your clit, breathless as you continued talking, “what does that mean for you, babe?”

His grip on your hips was tight, fingertips indenting into your skin, small crescent moons being left from his fingernails. “That is what I want rule number two to be.”

RULE NUMBER TWO: FANTASIES & THE SAFE WORD

Josh had been your best friend and confidant for years before this arrangement. He made you feel comfortable and protected whenever he was around. It was just who he was. 

He had a way of allowing you to be your honest and true self around him and never feel guilty or bad about that. You never had. He never let you. 

When he suggested that rule number two be about fantasies, you were intrigued. Of course, you had always thought about your deepest sexual desires, but you had never thought you would be with someone who would make you feel okay with having them and even enacting them. 

Josh wanted to. Encouraged you to. 

The night when you two had divulged your fantasies to one another, Josh jumped at yours. He claimed dibs on going first and you waited a long time for it to happen, but he said it made the suspense of it all the better. 

He was right. 

It was why you were sat at an extremely high end hotel lounge, wearing a gorgeous gown that you would never have been able to afford normally, hair and makeup done in a way you had only worn for a black-tie wedding once before, and sipping a cocktail that had an at least ninety percent markup from your local bar. 

You smiled softly at the bartender as he approached to ask you for your next drink order. Listening to the light piano music playing through the room, you knew you did not belong in a place like this, but your stomach was alight with nerves and excitement. 

A figure appeared next to you and pulled the bartender's attention to him. “She’ll have a french martini. Put it on my tab, including her last drink,” he set his card on the counter, sliding it over to the man before turning his attention to you. 

His hair was slicked back, face freshly shaven, slender fingers resting on the counter as he took in your figure. His suit was crisp, a watch that cost more than your yearly rent sat on his wrist, cufflinks on display as he sipped from his whiskey glass, a hint of mischief gleaming in his eyes. 

“I’ve never had a french martini before,” you said, turning your body to face the man. He offered a kind smile and set his drink down on the wooden coaster. “You’ll enjoy it,” your eyes slightly narrowed at him. 

“Quite presumptuous to assume I’ll enjoy it when you don’t even know me,” he chuckled as the bartender set the drink down in front of you. “Try it,” you gingerly brought the glass to your lips, letting the liquid slip down your throat. 

Damn it. It was delicious. 

He read your expression and a charming smile took over his features. “I was right, wasn’t I?” You weren’t going to let him have this victory that easily.

“Must do this pretty often then don’t you? Find a pretty girl sitting at the bar, order her a fancy drink, sweet talk her some, take her back to your room for the night and do it all again next weekend,” he winked at you and took another sip of his own drink as he listened to you. 

“Look at you, one step ahead of me. Let me sweet talk you, then.” You snorted into your glass as you brought it back to your lips. “Go ahead, give it a try.” You encouraged him, excited to see where this was going to go.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” You held eye contact with him as you spoke as seriously as possible, seeing him eye you, sitting on the edge of his seat, waiting for your response. 

“Anita Dickenme,” he choked on his drink, hand coming up to cover his mouth, trying to hide his laughter at your response. It took more than a beat for him to compose himself enough to respond to you. “That’s a beautiful name, Ms. Dickenme. I’m Dr. J.M.K.,” before he could finish, a woman in her fifties approached the two of you and offered a sheepish smile. 

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bug you both, but my daughter is a huge fan. Would it be possible to get an autograph?” Your eyebrows went up in surprise as his face burned a deep red, scribbling on a napkin and handing it to her as she thanked him and excused herself from you both. 

“Well, doctor, I think there might be more here than meets the eyes. What kind of doctor gets autograph requests? Especially in a place like this?” You leaned on your hand, letting him fall into easy conversation with you about his “true” work he did. 

The two of you let your laughter subside after sharing a story and watched as his hand landed gently on your knee. “Why don’t we move this upstairs?” You smirked, finishing your drink and standing from your chair, taking his arm as you walked out of the bar towards the glass elevators to take you up towards the hotel rooms. 

Flashing the guard his hotel room key, you were pointed towards the elevator on the far end. He let you enter first, but you couldn’t help yourself and watched the people below flitter in and out of the extravagant resort.

Hands landed on your waist, a cheek pressed to yours, and a small bite on your neck had you rolling your head to the side to allow him better access. 

“Doctor, I’m sure you know this, but people can see what we’re doing,” you were forcing the words out in a breathless whimper as his hand picked your gown up from the floor, letting his hand slide into the slit that had once exposed your thigh.

His fingers brushed across your core and groaned with a deep chuckle. “Let’s put on a show for them then. No panties?” You pulled away from him quickly as the elevator dinged, announcing your arrival to the top floor of the hotel.

You stepped out and watched as he took a deep breath to compose himself and take your hand in his as he walked to the end of the hallway. Two heavy wood doors greeted you both and when he opened them, you felt the breath knock away from you.

The city skyline greeted you through the wall of windows. It wasn’t entirely late so the streets below were still heavy with cars. 

On the coffee table in the large living room sat a bottle of champagne and two glasses plus a plate of strawberries. You forced the shock to subside at the fact that you couldn’t even see the bedroom from where you stood in the middle of the room, knowing this room must’ve cost an absolute fortune. 

You set your bag on the table and leisurely sat on the sofa, sparing a glance at the man who was watching your every move, waiting to see what you were going to do next. 

Grabbing one of the glasses you gave a large smile to him. “I would love a glass, doctor.” 

Almost the entire bottle was gone as you two sat on the couch, laughing over the silliest jokes and as you caught your breath, you peeked at him from the corner of your eye. 

“Will you excuse me for a moment, doctor?” He leaned back on the couch, one arm going along the back of a cushion, the other still holding his glass as he nodded, watching to see where you were sneaking off to. 

You stepped into the bedroom, closing the large french doors behind you as you did. 

The tremble in your hands grew as you slid your dress off, putting it on a hanger in the expansive closet. Standing in front of the mirror you looked at your reflection and tried to calm yourself down with a small pep talk.

“It’s just, Josh. It’s just, Josh,” you fixed the bustier and garters, trying to decide if your plan to forgo panties was a good call or not. You fixed your hair and gave yourself another once over.

The black lace bustier was cupless on the top, the middle sheer, and had garter attachments on the bottom. The no panties was a perfect decision you thought to yourself as you saw the garters hold your pantyhose. 

You opened one of the doors and leaned against the frame, catching his attention as he turned towards where you stood. His breath stuttered in his throat as he eyed you. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he quickly stood. Your confidence skyrocketed as he made his way towards you, eyes darkening the closer he got. 

He loosened his tie, hand cupping the back of your neck and moaning as his tongue fought yours for dominance. “And here I thought Ms. Dickenme was a classy lady. Apparently not,” he chuckled as he brought you out to the living room.

Wasting no time, he pushed you up against the windows, bending you over slightly as he freed himself from the suit pants he wore. When you felt his head push into you, the guttural moan that released from him indicated just how badly he had wanted this tonight, too.

“Teasing me all night, leaving me high and dry in the elevator,” with each word a deep thrust accompanied it, cries and whimpers escaping you. “Want to act like a tease, I’ll treat you like a tease,” your eyes rolled as his speed picked up.

Your hair was a mess as his hand had a good fistful, makeup smearing on the window, growing more turned on by the minute at the thought of someone being able to see what you two were doing.

Skin hitting skin echoed in the room, tears streamed down your face at the force that he was fucking you at, the uncomfortable position your neck had been in through the entire thing caused a full ache to begin, but it was overpowered by the sheer force of your orgasm. 

Your knees buckled, but you felt his arm wrap around your waist, supporting you as you caught your breath, not registering that he had already finished prior to you. 

He turned your head towards him, capturing your lips before mumbling against them. “I want you to go get in the bath and wait for me. Do you understand?” You could only mumble a yes as you stumbled off to the bathroom.

Your mind was a mushed nothingness as you monotonously set the bath and sank in, feeling the scalding water accept your body. When you heard footsteps approaching, he smiled at you, some curls coming loose from the professionally inspired do he had done just for you earlier. 

Moving forward so he could sit behind you, he hissed at the temperature of the water. “Trying to melt your skin off?” You giggled, leaning back against him, but not able to give a verbal response before his fingers found your clit and began rubbing small circles over it.

“Not-not yet. Can’t-,” he hushed you and had you relax fully against him as he continued. One hand curled around your neck, forcing your jaw to tip back and lock eyes with him. “Yes you can, baby. I know you can. Relax for me,” your breathing picked up as he agonizingly drew you closer to cumming again.

You could feel his smile against the side of your face, head resting in the space between his collar and jaw, cries bouncing out into the bathroom. 

“You’re close, angel. I know you want to cum on my fingers so bad. I know you want to make me happy and cum for me,” his words tipped you over the edge, arching your back away from his chest, falling silent as you let the pleasure take over your body. 

You blinked your eyes open and noticed the room was partly lit only from a table side lamp. The crisp white sheets wrapped around your body and you sighed with a tired smile when you realized where you were.

You turned over and saw him lying asleep next to you and spotted the hardon pressing against the sheet. Moving slowly to not wake him yet, you sat up and straddled him, noticing he hadn’t moved.

Grabbing his cock and lining it up with your opening, you slowly sank onto him. You were unbelievably sore from the activities of the two days you had spent together, but you just didn’t care. 

Marks littered your entire body and his, every time you moved pain ricocheted from somewhere on you, and you were beyond exhausted. Check out was in less than an hour, but you wanted one more. 

He groaned, arms circling around your torso and crushing you to his chest as you slowly moved your hips on him. “Morning,” you spoke against his lips, a small smile gracing your face. 

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” You nodded, picking up your pace a little bit more causing a whimper to fall from his lips. “I know, baby, but we have to leave soon and I just want one more, ‘kay? You promised it was my forty-eight hours,” he nuzzled into your neck and kissed the skin there.

“Whatever you want, lovey.” As you rode you both to one final orgasm, you couldn’t help the giggles that escaped you. 

He didn’t let you get far, pulling you back towards him as you climbed off of him. “How was this? Fantasy met?” 

You let yourself rest against his chest and peered up at him with a big grin. “And then some. Thank you,” he hummed as you pecked his lips, getting up to get packed and checked out from one of the best weekends of your life.

You dropped your bags on the hardwood floor and felt giddy as you looked at the cabin. It was exactly what you had wanted for this. 

It needed to be absolutely perfect because he had been struggling these last few weeks. You had been planning this since he had told you about his fantasy and you knew this was the right time to do this.

He needed the release. 

Josh had gone above and beyond for your fantasy weekend and you wanted to do the same for him. Hence why you found yourself at a cabin buried away from any form of civilization, blocking out a full seventy-two hours to spend together.

And only one change of clothes for the entire time.

You had sent him the directions to get up here, not letting on to what your little surprise for him was. Groceries were stocked, activities planned to keep you entertained that you weren’t entirely sure you would be doing, and there was absolutely no need to leave the cabin for anything. 

It was perfect.

When you knew he was going to be arriving soon, you went to the bedroom and got set up for him so everything would be ready when he got there. The front door opened and when you heard him call out into the house, you felt your heart flutter with excitement.

“Lovey?” You heard him getting closer and giggled, yelling out to him. “Don’t come in here! I’ll be out in a second,” his laughter flowed in the space over the music playing through the cabin. 

“What’s going on?” When you walked out from the room, his back was to you, checking out the space you had rented for the weekend. He had a beer in his hand and when he turned, he nearly dropped the can. 

“It’s your turn this weekend. I believe you said your biggest fantasy was being able to roam free, nude, and have relations anytime you wanted. Well, that’s what this weekend is. I have only one change of clothes for when we leave, otherwise I will be naked all weekend and you can freely use me whenever and wherever you want,” as you walked towards him, hands holding his jaw you saw the adoration and pure lust flash in his eyes. He swallowed hard and nodded his head, almost in a state of shock at what you were saying to him.

“Use me, Joshua. I’m yours for whatever you want,” you whispered the last bit as you lightly kissed him, waiting for his movements to come back to him and react. 

You squealed as his smile broke across his face, arms circling around you and pushing you towards the couch, lips attacking your neck.

“You’re fucking perfect, I swear.” You laid flat on the couch and spread your legs, giving him the perfect view of your cunt. He groaned as your fingers went and slipped through the slick that was already coating you. 

He wasted no time, stripping down to join you in the weekend of his dreams. He pulled your hips closer to his face, inhaling as your pussy met his mouth. 

Licking one singular stripe up you, his forehead fell forward, resting on the inside of your thigh. “Fucking Heaven,” he used two fingers to slip into your hole, scissoring them out as you shivered at the motion. His laugh fell on your core making you jolt at the sensation, but his hands held you to him.

“We have days, mama. Don’t run from me yet,” Josh continuously lapped at you until you were seeing stars, on the verge of a total blackout. He only stopped to pull away when he felt you go limp after finishing again. 

“Perfect girl,” he inched up your body, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses until his hand pinched your chin, turning you to face him. His large, dopey smile filled your vision and you met it as he slid into you. 

His pants and moans met each thrust perfectly. He hit your sweet spot with each move and you felt like you were in bliss. This was exactly what you had wanted for Josh this weekend, knowing how much he needed this. 

Between touring, working on the new album, and simply having to deal with everyday life, he needed this escape from reality. You had planned this to be an amazing time for him and it was extremely difficult to get it just right. 

It had to be inbetween legs of the tour, a time when no one would really be looking for him, and he would be able to enjoy a few days off. A few days in the middle of nowhere that had a beautiful scenic overlook where he could let his mind rest and reset. While fucking you of course. 

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you the entire first day. As you cooked dinner for you two, Josh had bent you over the counter and fucked you like his life depended on it. 

“So I told them that you can’t just take it because it has to be checked out by an employee and it turned into a whole thing,” as you were chewing, Josh watched you from across the table, a hint of a smile adorning his face as he listened to you. 

Your cheeks burned and you set your glass of wine down on the table. “I’ve been talking a lot. I’m sorry,” his hand grabbed yours and shook his head and chuckled, taking another bite of his food. “Don’t apologize, mama. I’ve missed you. Life’s been-” he quickly shook his head like he was trying to clear thoughts away, “it’s just that this could not have come at a better time.”

His soft smile made your stomach flip, feeling silly at how nervous you felt when he looked at you like that. Like you were the reason he was happy and you were the reason he was smiling. 

It was Josh.

The sun was hitting your eyes, casting a warm glow on your skin. You didn’t move for a second, letting yourself slowly wake up. Fingers raked down your side and a sleepy grin fell on your lips. The tips of his fingers met your hip, slowly parting your legs. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion as to what he was doing, your voice croaked out to him, trying to place where he was. The bed was still warm from where he had just laid and where your hand ran across the empty spot of his bed. 

“Butterball?” Hair tickled the inside of your thigh and a loud gasp expelled from your lungs, eyes bursting open as his mouth lapped at your bud. Your hands found home in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. He was in no hurry this morning, taking his time with slow and meticulous licks. 

Your finish washed over you like a warm embrace, your juices soaking his chin, but he cleaned you up as you came down from your high. He inched his way up your body and connected your lips with a warm laugh. 

“Good morning, lovey,” you crooned at his words, letting him brush your lips together. You played with the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck, wrapping the curls around your fingers as he hovered above you. 

“It is a good morning when I get woken up by you eating me out,” he chuckled, but you pushed him onto his back, crouching in between his legs. “Let me return the favor,” he wanted to watch as you swirl your tongue around his swollen head, letting the beads of precum fall on your taste buds, but his head fell back.

His hands guided your movements, having you accept him until he sat fully sheathed inside your mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought the urge to gag, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock. The large vein throbbed as he moaned. 

As you pulled back, you hollowed out your cheeks, letting your hands work the base of him. It wasn’t going to take much to have him finish. You knew that if you continued with what you were doing it would be fast. 

You were right. He jerked in your mouth and ropes of his cum painted your throat. His incoherent praises turned into babbling moans as he released your hair from his grasp, catching his breath and letting his thoughts come back to him.

Neither of you realized how late you had slept in until you went to make breakfast, noticing it was actually lunch now. You lightly swayed to music and when you glanced at the deck, you saw Josh sitting out there.

His bare back had a tanned glow on it, hair an unruly mess, but his hands were fast at work with whatever artistic rendering he was working on. Your teeth sank into your lip, biting back a smile with how at peace he seemed. Like there wasn’t a care in the world that he needed to be plagued with at that moment. 

You walked out to the deck, plate in hand with food, setting it down on the table next to him and turned to go back inside, but his arm caught your waist too fast. He pulled you onto his thigh and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. 

“Hi mama. Thank you for lunch. Stay out here with me for a bit, okay?” You nodded and remained out there with him for the entire afternoon. Talking about anything and everything, scribbling down writing ideas, while he drew and painted. 

As the sun dipped into the horizon, casting the sky in breathtaking hues of purples, oranges, and pinks, Josh looked like a renaissance painting come to life. The golden glow that he sat in, the small gap in his teeth, the way his fingers lazily traced over the bare expanse of your thigh all had your stomach fluttering. 

His eyes cast over the side of your face as your head tilted back in laughter at something he had said, still sitting firmly on his lap, but as your giggles subsided, his lips gingerly kissed across your collarbones. 

Small pecks to your shoulder, down your arm, on each of your fingertips had your breath hitching in your throat. He slowly turned you in his lap to straddle him. His dick was hard, pressing into your folds as you brought your lips to his and let his tongue push past your own. 

It wasn’t urgent and exigent. It was passionate and decorative. His hands splayed across your bare back, letting you move in tandem circles, his light thrusts meeting your moves. It was done in the open like the natural and magnificent thing Josh knew sex was. He was creating a sense of artistry with you and there was no one he would have rather been with in that moment than with you. 

As he finished in you, it was like you two became one. Your breathes flowed from one to another. You melded together like one being. Your minds coexist as one. It was like there was no one else in the world but you two. It was art. 

Not every meeting was like that. That symbolic and deep. There were times where it needed to be a release for one of you or for both. 

In times like that, you both had an agreed upon safe word. You hadn’t had to use it yet and neither had Josh, but it was there just in case. 

Your phone went off late, far later than normal, but you knew he and his brothers had been doing all night sessions at the studio just trying to get the album on a rolling pace. 

Butterball-I’m on my way over. I’ll be there in ten minutes

By the time you had read the message, he was already at the door. Being preoccupied with laundry and stupid house chores that you did not want to be bothered with, Josh was a happy and welcome distraction.

It had been a particularly shitty week at work and your mind was a scattered mess. What you thought would be a release for you both, did not turn out that way.

When you opened the door for him, going to greet him with a kiss, he shut it down immediately, pushing you up against the wall.

“Not in the mood for that tonight. I want you to go to the room, get naked, and just lay there until I’m ready, okay?” You only nodded, knowing exactly where the night was heading and what he wanted. 

As you laid there waiting for him, he entered the room, grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards the end of the bed. “I don’t want to hear you talk tonight, okay? All I’ve been dealing with is fucking noise and I’m done,” his pants came down, spitting on your core as he rubbed his head against you. 

“I love that you are just my perfect cock slut, waiting for me whenever I need you,” his hand covered your mouth as you moaned, trying to bite back the sounds as he spoke over you. 

As he was fucking into you, his hands trailed from your mouth down to your neck, only applying light pressure. The mixture of the degrading words coming from him that you normally did not mind, typically finding it a turn on, the force of his fucking, and the pressure of his hands had your mind spinning, all becoming too much too fast. 

Tears streamed down your face and although you tried to tough it out, tonight you just couldn’t. 

“Jo-Josh, tambourine, tambourine,” breath rushed back into your lungs as he removed his hands from you, pulling out and watching as you rolled over, grabbing the blanket as you went. 

“Lovey, are you okay?” Your Josh was back in an instant, concern taking him over as he watched you try to catch your breath. You nodded, sitting up and avoiding eye contact. You felt horrible, guilt riddling you knowing that he needed this release tonight and that you couldn’t help. 

“Can I touch you?” He held his hands out to you, slowly moving to cup your cheeks as you nodded. “Hey, look at me,” you moved your eyes to connect with his, seeing the worry dance in them. 

“I’m sorry, Josh,” he pecked your lips and placed gentle kisses over every inch of your face. “Don’t apologize to me, lovey. I need to apologize to you. I was too rough, I’m sorry,” you offered a comforting smile, letting him wrap his arms around you, hugging you to him. 

“How about you go take a bath, we order some food, lay down and watch a movie, yeah?” You nodded at his words, watching as his smile came across his face for the first time that night. Comfort. 

You stood in the shower, Josh directly behind you, one hand around your neck, having you stand flush against him as his fingers lightly skirted across your wet skin. His lips hovered above, breath fanning on the droplets, almost mesmerized to be this close to you. In this context. 

It sent a shiver of anticipation through you. Yearning for his touch, on edge as you waited for his next action. 

When his phone’s ringtone shrieked into the bathroom, you jumped apart. It was like you two had been caught although that wasn't what happened. Not even close. His head poked out and saw his brother's name on the top of the screen and he sheepishly smiled at you.

“I was supposed to meet them at one,” you stepped towards him and nodded, running your hands through his wet locks. “I want that to be rule number three,” his lips brushed over yours, a huff of a laugh falling on them.

“What? To not miss lunch dates with my brothers?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the removable showerhead and pointing it directly in his face, laughing as he tried to get away from the water pummeling him. 

RULE NUMBER THREE: NO ONE CAN KNOW

Close calls happened few and far between, but when they did it always brought you back to the reality of the situation. Back to the brutal honesty of what you were really doing. And who you were doing it with. 

Josh had you bent over a couch backstage at some show that you honestly couldn’t remember the location of if you tried. This backstage area was far smaller than what they were typically used to which also means that everyone was far closer than you were typically used to. 

His hand was covering your mouth, fingers lightly hooked in your cheek, and his grunts were quieter. He wasn’t as talkative, simply not being able to because the chance of being heard outside the flimsy door that separated you from them would give way to any and all noise. 

When the door handle jimmied, both of your eyes darted to it, motions stopping. “Josh?” He held up a finger to his mouth, motioning for you to remain silent. All while he picked his motions back up. Your eyes rolled as he slowly hit the spongy spot inside of you that only he knew how to find. 

“Yeah, Sam?” His voice was as even as ever, not a hint to what was actually happening. He wanted to push the limits with you, hand snaking around your waist to make fast circles on your clit. You squeezed around him at the motion, having him falter momentarily. His head fell forward, eyes fluttering as you purposely did the motion again. 

Two could play at this game. 

“Why is your door locked?” You started moving against him, meeting his motions, ass bouncing against his pelvis with every thrust. “Because I need just a second-” his words faltered, a small moan coming from him as he tried to speak, clearing his throat, “a second to myself, Sam.”

The door handle shook again and Josh groaned at his brother's whiny tone coming through. “Well, open the door! I need to talk to you,” Josh picked his pace up, not wanting to let this end, but wanting to make it quick. 

“Jesus Christ, Sam! I’ll be out in a minute!” Your laughter flew from your throat before you could catch it at the two of them bickering like they were. Your eyes went wide to match your lovers as the movement stopped at the door. 

“Is someone in there with you?” You rapidly shook your head at him, telling him to say no as a shit eating grin plastered itself on his face. “Yeah, someone is in here with me.” Your mouth fell open into a wide "o" as your orgasm coursed through you, body going limp as his hand found home over your mouth again to stifle the noises. 

Josh pulled out of you seconds later, painting your lower back and ass with his cum. He was jerking himself through his finish as his brother spoke again. You heard your name, but the ringing in your ears from finishing was still prevalent so you weren’t entirely sure what he was saying, but you knew Josh wasn’t going to let on to what happened. 

You trusted him. You always did. 

You pulled up to Jake and Jita’s housewarming party with Josh. They had just gotten an adorable place outside of Nashville together and were doing their first dinner party as one. 

Josh had offered to pick you up and take you given you had no idea where the house was and when you had got sent the invite he was sitting right next to you on your couch, eating Indian takeout. 

“It’ll just be easier. Less cars to park on their new street,” you only nodded, agreeing with him at the time, but the more you thought about it, the more it sent your mind racing. Of course you two had shown up at events together, but not since you had been sleeping with one another. 

You didn’t have time to dwell on it because when you two arrived, after being a complete tease to Josh all afternoon at the store while you tried to pick out a gift for them, the party was already in full swing. 

Teasing Josh had been your favorite pastime as of late and you had no plans on stopping at the house. Sure, it was going to be risky, but worth it in the end for the punishment. So worth it. 

The flirty glances, brushing up against him as you leaned over to grab a drink, hand moving across his lap when you were sitting at the large dining table to pick up his dropped napkin. Each time you made the move, he would breathe heavily, nostrils would flare, he was a permanent shade of red. 

Danny commented on his flush state tonight as he tried to eat, but was acting much quieter than was normal for him. “You feeling alright?” Josh’s head snapped towards him, forcing a smile as you leaned forward to overdramatically look over his features, resting a hand on his forehead. 

“Yeah, you look a little flush, Josh.” Your hand lightly moved down his temple to his cheek, his eyes holding your gaze tightly. His voice dropped once he knew the attention had moved away from him, so low only you could hear. 

“I want you out in the Jeep in five minutes,” he stood quickly from the table, grabbing his car key and making his way out the front door as everyone made their way to the living room and back patio after dinner had ended. 

You clenched on nothing, hand resting on your chest to get your heart rate down. When four minutes had passed, you hastily made your way out to his Jeep and when you saw him sitting in the back, hand stroking himself, your mouth watered at the sight. 

“C’mon, mama. Get in,” you followed his instructions and climbed in the backseat as he continued pleasuring himself. “You’ve been a fucking tease, you know that?” His head rested on the seats, eyes connecting with yours as his motions continued. 

When you didn’t respond, his hand reached out and grabbed your own, placing it on his cock. “I asked you a question,” you stammered out a response as you tried to focus, only able to look at his achingly hard dick. 

“I know and I’m so sorry,” his laugh was humorless as he slowly let you jerk him. “No you’re not. Don’t lie to me,” your lips darted out to moisten them, eyes snapping up to his as he moved your hand with his. “So, tonight, you’re going to watch me get off,” he removed your hand from him, picking up his pace again, “and you get nothing.”

The pout that formed on your face let on to your disappointment, not happy with the punishment he had chosen. Normally it ended up with you not being able to walk, not being left horny and begging. 

His free hand came up to your face and cupped your cheek before lightly tapping it. “Don’t pout at me. I made up my mind.” There was nothing you could do except sit back and watch as he quickly approached his end. 

When he did finish, a long moan fell from him, head falling back, adam's apple bobbing as he tried to catch his breath as he released into his hand. “Joshy,” you murmured, inching closer to get your lips on his. 

“What mama?” He let you kiss him, but shook his head as you tried to push your tongue in his mouth. “Don’t try to sweeten your way with me,” his smile took over his face as he laughed, dimples showed. 

“Guys! What’re you doing? Come on, it’s dessert time!” You jumped as you heard Danny’s voice shout from the front porch. “We’ll be right in!” You yelled back, erupting in a fit of giggles as he went back inside. 

His fingers pinched your chin, pulling you to him once more. “Be good for the rest of the night and I might change my mind.” 

You laid on the couch, feet resting on Josh’s lap as he handed you the bowl of grapes. The two of you had spent the entire last day tangled with one another, but now as you sat watching tv together, it was like it had always been. 

His hands drummed on your calf to an imaginary beat, but stopped when he got his attention fixed on you. “So are we going to do this?” You paused the show and shrugged, almost afraid to look in his direction, knowing he was trying to get you to look at him.

“I don’t see why not,” he took a grape from your hand and gave you an overly animated smile as he popped it into his mouth. 

“Just don’t fall in love with me, mama.” 

RULE NUMBER FOUR: NO FALLING IN LOVE

He was fucked. He knew he was fucked when he woke up in the cabin, an hour before you as the sun had just started to peek in through the open window and curtains.

You were both still entirely nude, savoring the time you two would have with each other. He wasn't sure how much he was going to be able to get in while you two were here, but he would be damned if he didn't try his hardest.

Your bare back was cast in a warm morning glow, rising and falling easily as your head lay on his chest. His fingers played with your hair, enamored as he watched your eyelids lightly flutter. He wondered what you dreamed about. If he was in them because lately he noticed that all of his had you streaming into them. 

When he watched you move around the kitchen and make you two dinners, he thought about you doing that every weekend for the two of you. He would take weekdays of course, knowing how tired you were after work. 

When he heard your laughter fill the space around him, he knew he would do anything he could for the rest of his life if it meant being able to hear that sound every single day. 

When he felt your soft skin tremble and shake under his fingers because of the pleasure he was giving you, it was like you had scorched yourself into his memory because he would never forget how you felt. 

When he tasted your release mixed with his own, creating a perfect combination of you two in the most intimate way there could possibly be, he would travel the world on his hands and knees to get the craving of you satisfied. 

When he smelt the sweet vanilla and coffee notes of your perfume as you waltzed by him, shooting instant serotonin into his mind, some form of aromatherapy that made him feel at complete peace because it meant you were near. 

It all combined to create one formation of a soul that he knew was meant to be pure and astonishing to captivate all those that came into contact with you. To touch others with a form of love that inspired them and jolted them with energy in a way only you could. 

He had fallen in love with you. 

Josh had been gone for weeks. You ached for him and missed him. Sure, the sex, too, but just for the presence of your best friend again. You longed for him. 

You had plans to see him tomorrow, go out to lunch and spend the day with one another like old times. You had been giddy about it for over a week, but as you went to lay down for the night, a small knock sounded at your door. 

His head was downcast, showing the crown of his head and when you opened it for him and he stepped in, a shaky and forced smile appeared. He didn’t hesitate to grab you, crushing you to him, and breathing in and out shallowly. 

“Butterball?” You walked backwards with him, noticing he hadn’t moved, but you closed the door and stood there, waiting for him to. Your hands inched up to his scalp, raking your fingers across it, slowly swaying as you did. 

After a few moments, you pulled back, but his hands tightened. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay? Let’s go lay down,” your thumbs brushed under his eyes, noticing the deep bags there. He nodded and let you lace your fingers with his, gently tugging him towards the bedroom.

As you laid down, his head found home on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat underneath his ear. “Missed you,” was all he whispered, but you felt your shirt growing wet and felt the tremor of his shoulders as he cried. 

“Joshy? What’s going on babe?” You felt his head raise, eyes locking with yours as more tears brimmed in them. “I’m just so tired, lovey. Just wanna sleep,” you nodded, giving a smile and pushing his head back to where it was before. 

“Anything you want, butterball,” you heard his soft chuckle through the tears, sniffling, but his breathing evened out seconds after. 

Guilt racked your body. You knew this was what he wanted and loved, but seeing the toll it took on him it was hard. The mental exhaustion, the general fatigue, the impact it had on him was too much for him to handle at times. It was rare that it happened, but it did. 

But he turned to you for comfort. That he knew he could turn to you when he needed you. He knew you could offer him a sense of home. 

It’s what you did for people you love. It’s what you would do ten times over for him because you did. You loved him. 

Those were the rules you two swore by to make this work. And you had fucked up the biggest and most important one of all. 

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” You put your robe on as Josh redressed, needing to get back to the studio for the rest of the night. His smile grew as he slipped his shoe on and nodded his head. 

“Okay, so I have a date on Friday.” His back was facing you, but you could see him stop all of his movements. “What?” He hadn’t turned to face you, but you wanted to see his reaction.

In all honesty, you didn’t want to go on this date. It was with some guy your friend worked with and you were thinking of canceling. Depending on how Josh reacted of course. 

“Yeah, I’m not sure how I feel about it. Not sure if I’m interested,” you were trying to play it as nonchalantly as possible, playing with the tie of your robe. “You should go,” he cut you off and you froze. 

He stood and walked out of the room without another word, leaving you standing rooted to your spot. 

You didn’t hear from him for two weeks after that. You didn’t go on that stupid date. You never wanted to. You wanted Josh to tell you not to go. To confirm that what you had been feeling had been mutual. It answered it in a different way. A way you dreaded.

You missed your best friend. Which is why turning your relationship with him into a best friends with benefits situation was the stupidest thing you could have ever done. 

Butterball- Come over in ten?

It was like a slap across the face. It was the agreement, not to make this into something more. It had worked for years, but it wasn’t working for you anymore. 

When he appeared at your door an hour later, he was pissed. You opened it for him, realizing it was the middle of a Saturday afternoon when he had sent you that message. The first one you had ignored. 

“So, what, we’re done? The arrangements over?” You laughed, arms crossing over your chest at how brazen he was. “I haven’t seen or heard from you in two weeks and that’s what you’re concerned with. If the sex is over,” it came out quiet, like you were in disbelief because you were. 

“You’re the one who didn’t call me after that fucking date!” You rolled your eyes as he raised his voice. “I didn’t go on that fucking date, Josh! I never wanted to go!” You fell silent as his eyes watched you, the hardness diminishing as quickly as it had come. 

“You didn’t go?” You shook your head, anger piercing you. “No, Josh. I didn’t fucking go. I didn’t want to go,” he rubbed his face and calmed his breathing down.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, lovey. I didn’t want you to go on that date. I thought-” he shrugged, trying to place his thoughts in order, “I thought you and I were more.”

You didn’t respond, a memory jumping into your mind that had a chuckle leaving you. “Do you know why I call you butterball?” When you made eye contact, he shook his head, lip tilting into a smile. 

“When I spent that Thanksgiving with your family the year after we met, every single time I asked you to get me a piece of turkey, you would give me ham and you would place turkey on your plate,” your laughter started to shake your body as you spoke. “I don’t know if you just weren’t comprehending what I was saying or if you knew that you were giving me ham, but you ate like three pounds of turkey.” 

You were wiping tears away from your eyes, but caught your breath. “Josh, I fucked up. I broke rule number four, but I don’t care. I love you, I do, but if you don’t feel the same I don’t know how I’ll handle that.” You shook your head, trying to get the thoughts of rejection out of your mind. 

He walked towards you, hands cradling your jaw as he connected your lips. “I’ve been in love with you for over a year, mama. I was willing to take any part of you that you would give me and if that meant being in your life to simply have sex then I was willing to do that.” 

It was Josh.

“Okay, so how do we do this?” You wiped your clammy hand on your pants, spotting your group sitting at a table in a restaurant you all loved to frequent. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side. “We’re just going to walk in together, no need for a big announcement.” You nodded, letting him place a gentle kiss on you full of reassurance and strength and love. 

Exhaling a shaky breath, you entered as one, Josh clinging to you like you were going to float away from him. When Jake and Sam’s eyes fell on you both, Jake flew back in his chair, anger taking over his face as Sam exploded from his. 

“I fucking told you they were together! I fucking told you! $1000 right here right now, baby!” Sam came over to you both, slinging his arm around your shoulders. 

“So, how long you two been bumpin’ uglies?” 

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Request here!

Hi, I’m T. I wanted to start writing fanfiction for people so here I am! I know what its like to request something and it takes forever to someone to actually write it so I’ll try my best to do every single one I get! Please dont plagiarize, critique or translate my work. There  is a sample of my writing below inspired by this photo of Timothee Chalamet.  

I’ll write for the characters of his I’m familar with including: Elio perlman, Billy mitman, Kyle Schleible, Daniel Middleton, Zeffirelli, Gatsby, Prince Hal and Paul Atreides.  Timothee Chalamet x Female Reader

Salty Kisses 

Summary: The two of you are at the beach and competitively have a water gun fight with a group of strangers on opposing sides. Though you eventually end up getting distracted by eachother.  Warnings: None

Squawking seagulls would flock over your group frequently, their elongated shadows casting across the golden sand. They were almost like vultures waiting to snatch up some 5-year old's ice cream and then fly away before the poor kid even acknowledged it was gone. Though if the seagull hadn't got to it surely the beaming sun would have.

The sun was something you were grateful for, not only because you needed it to live but also because it seemed to enhance the beauty of the things around you. It’d make bland sand turn into golden particles that’d grant you flight and a simple fruit juice look like it carried the universe within its seemingly insignificant plastic encasement. This made you wonder what you’d look like in such light.

 “You're not even gonna spare me because I’m your girlfriend?!” You sputtered, tasting nothing but salt. The two of you had been invited to a water gun fight because there was a shortage of players. The couple who approached you said the two of you seemed like “great company”, this puzzled you because the two of you were just intensely debating on whether or not there were more doors or wheels in the world. Nevertheless, you two were not going to say no to fun.

 “In war such labels are irrelevant! Surrender or further be drenched!” He spat the words with artificial aggression, the long vein in his neck protruding outwards. His tough expression was repetitively broken by even the smallest of smiles.

“Never!” As soon as the word left your mouth he was on your trail once again, you scrambled in the opposite direction towards the water. The small waves slapped at the skin on your thighs fiercely as you awaited your opponent's arrival. He stood at the shore what would be menacingly if it wasn't for the goofy grin on his face.“You're really gonna make me get my shorts wet?!” His curls squandered beautifully in the summer breeze. He squinted when the sunlight directly hit his face, giving it a celestial glow.

“Is that really the reason you're not coming in? Or are you just scared?!”

 “Is that a challenge?!”

“Maybe.” You shrugged, watching him contemplate between the two choices. He ultimately chose to enter the water, wading through it hastily. The two of you stood directly in front of each other, fingers resting on the triggers of your water guns. Though they were there, it didn't seem either of you had the intention of pushing it. He stepped closer, smiling down at you. Water droplets fell from his tresses, trailing down his face and dripping off his chin. Often they’d fall to wet your cheeks. You turned your head to look at the burning horizon of titian. There was that sun doing its work.

His hand came to rest under your chin, turning your head back to him. You noticed his gaze linger where yours had just been. “Isn't it beautiful?” His eyes flicked back to you, he nodded and leaned in. Your lips grazed one another's, you rested your hands on his clammy chest and he shut his eyes, smiling into the kiss. Your lips pulled him in. His grasp had slipped on his gun, leading to it splashing in the water below you. Droplets of saltwater slid down your legs.

 You parted. “Mon amour…” He muttered, when he leaned in for another you pushed him back. “Wha..what’re you teasing me for?” He huffed, following your gaze back to the shoreline. There idly stood one of your teammates. “It's getting dark so we’re heading to a party, it's just off a little to the side of the beach! You guys could come too if you want.`` They shrugged. “Yeah, we’re coming!” You turned away from Timothee, giving your teammate a nod. “We are?” He raised his eyebrows and peeked over your shoulder to observe your expression. “We are! I know you can dance, I’ve seen you, Timmy.” You rolled your hips and jutted your shoulders, imitating his moves.

 He laughed and slung an arm over your shoulders, you did the same. “I dont dance like that Y/N.” 

“You do too!”

“No, I dontttt…” You retrieved his water gun from the water and he pressed his face into your wet hair. “Whatever, come on, we might miss the alcoholic drinks!” You took a step forward and he lazily did the same. The two of you continued to stagger and stumble to shore, almost falling numerous times.