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a proposition: a return | poly!marauders

#4

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius, featuring alecto, dorcas, evan, lily, marlene, and mary)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), voyeurism

a/n: if you’ve requested to be on the taglist but didn’t get tagged, check the taglist at the bottom to see if your account is unlinked, and if so check your settings to make sure i can tag you! i added everyone’s @ even if it didn’t let me tag an account to it. also i don’t have it in me to proofread 17 times anymore sorry for any errors

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When you approached the girls, who were seated around their usual Gryffindor table after class for a study session, you were immediately thrown by the unfamiliar face among them.

“Y/N! Come sit!”

Lily’s usual excitement shone through as she patted the empty spot on the bench next to her. You tentatively sat down, hoping someone would introduce you to the unfamiliar person, but she was occupying the group too much to even take notice of you.

“And they call the bin a trash can. I mean talk about being literal, right? I swear, if one more person over there called something by the exact descriptor of what it was, I would have thrown a book at their head.”

The table chuckled at her story.

“Marlene, this is Y/N,” Lily chimed in once the girl was done speaking.

Marlene turned her head toward you, scanning the visible portion of your body before landing on your face. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you responded, flushed and uncomfortable.

“So you’re a part of this group now?” Marlene asked completely unprompted.

You were slightly taken aback. “Yeah, yeah, I guess.”

“Well you either are or you aren’t.”

You stared at her for a moment, unsure of how to act. You had never met this person, and now she was snapping at you. “I am.”

Instead of responding to you, Marlene turned to Lily and said, “I thought this was a set thing? Since when do we let new people in?”

“God, Marls, it’s not like there’s a rule book,” Dorcas said.

“We literally all agreed, Dorcas,” Marlene bounced back.

“And we all agreed to include Y/N,” Lily smiled, refusing to include herself in the tension of the conversation.

“I didn’t,” Marlene responded, leaning on her elbows over the table in a confrontational stance.

“You weren’t here,” Dorcas fought.

Marlene took a deep breath before grabbing her books and standing up. “I’ll see you guys later,” she said, exiting the Great Hall in a huff.

You looked around in hopes that someone, anyone, would explain to you exactly what just happened. Instead, the table stayed quiet, refusing to acknowledge any of it as they continued studying.

You were too nervous to ask, so you pretended like nothing happened as you pulled out your books.

The next day, in between classes, you ran into Sirius in the library. You were met with two consecutive free blocks, which allowed you time to study. Sirius, on the other hand, just didn’t feel like attending charms.

“Aren’t you usually in class right now?” he said, catching you browsing through the shelves of books.

“Mhm.”

“You’re skipping?”

“I have it free today.”

Sirius furrowed his brow as he studied your face. It was unlike you to be so dry in your answers.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, engrossed in your own thoughts about Marlene and her reaction to you. You hadn’t realized how you were speaking to Sirius.

“Wanna sit for a second?” Sirius said, nonchalant as if your answer wouldn’t phase him.

“Sure,” you shrugged, approaching a nearby table.

Sirius sat across from you, studying your face as you tried to arrange your books. You peered up at him for a second, noticing his gaze but pretending you didn’t.

You thought about speaking, but weren’t capable of acting as though you weren’t bothered. If this person was part of the group, surely Sirius knew her already, so you decided to test it out.

“Marlene’s back, you know,” you said, as if you were completely in the know about everything regarding this mysterious new person.

“I know,” Sirius responded, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

You waited to see if he would elaborate any further, but he simply sat there, smoking his cigarette, staring at you.

“I didn’t even know she existed until this morning,” you said, “is there a reason no one told me? She was pretty cold to me.”

“That’s just Marlene,” Sirius brushed it off. He seemed as if he didn’t want to talk about it, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing it.

“Where has she been? I’ve never seen her before,” you asked.

Sirius sighed. “She spent a year at Ilvermorny.”

You were getting frustrated from how little information Sirius was giving you. He was strategically only answering your exact question, and only doing so in the most concise way possible.

“Why?” you pressed.

“Wanted a year away,” he said.

You sighed. “Sirius, you’re not giving me much.”

Sirius sat upward, leaning his elbows on the table and smiling in amusement at your interest. “Why so curious?”

“Just wondering what happened is all.”

Sirius saw the intrigue on your face and caved. “She took a year away from here after a bunch of drama happened. She was falling pretty hard for someone in our group and that person wasn’t really the monogamous type. They got in a huge fight, the whole group was there- it got really messy. She couldn’t take it anymore and decided to transfer schools. Guess she’s back now,” he finally explained.

“She wasn’t supposed to come back?”

“I have no idea. She only told Dorcas she was leaving. That’s the only reason we all knew.”

You nodded your head, flipping through the pages of a textbook as if this new information meant nothing of importance to you.

“So she left the group?”

Sirius sighed. “She left the school, Y/N. I don’t think anyone expected her to show back up.”

“So she never officially left the group.”

“Why would it matter?” Sirius smiled, “you jealous of her or somethin’?”

“What? No,” you said, “I just didn’t know this person existed and she was a real bitch to me earlier. Just wondering why.”

Sirius leaned an arm over the table and put his hand over yours. “You have nothin’ to worry about.”

The gesture was unlike Sirius, but you appreciated it nevertheless, and you smiled at him to show it.

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“So you’re in this now, hm?”

You, startled by the sudden voice, whipped your head around to see Marlene McKinnon jogging to catch up to you in the hallway.

“Yeah,” you said as you continued on your route to class.

“What’s so special that you’ve got Sirius Black asking for you to join? You that good of a lay? The whore of Hufflepuff?”

You stopped on your tracks, wiping stray hairs out of your face as you huffed, “what?”

“I just mean, Sirius isn’t really one to pick and choose,” she said, sizing you up, “you must have gotten a glowing endorsement from someone. Let me guess, Remus?”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you brushed her off.

“Sirius Black wouldn’t invite a lower-year virgin into our little group,” Marlene said, “he just wouldn’t. So fess up.”

“This is insane,” you said, turning forward and beginning to walk again.

Marlene stepped in front of you, cutting you off as you nearly walked straight into her.

“I have class,” you stated dryly.

“You won’t last, you know,” Marlene started, “once the shiny new toy gets played with a few times, they’ll get bored and throw it away.”

“What’s your problem?” you said, surprising yourself with your confrontation. Being in this group was making you more confident in yourself.

“Don’t have one,” Marlene said, “just trying to get the scoop, since I was so rudely left out.”

“I have class,” you repeated.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you, but I should warn you that those boys don’t tend to stick with the good girls.”

“That’s too bad, since I’m already in the group,” you fought back, sick of her insults.

“For now,” Marlene said, smiling triumphantly and she stepped to the side.

You shot her a look before walking off.

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When you’d confided in Dorcas how Marlene had been treating you, you didn’t anticipate that she would become quite so enraged, pulling you around and collecting all the members of your group until you were all together.

Fuming, Dorcas finally took a seat.

“What’s goin’ on?” James asked.

“A good ol’ Dorcas summoning,” Evan joked.

Dorcas sat in silence, nostrils flaring as she stared at Marlene.

“Well?” Marlene said, legs and arms crossed, “what is it?”

“Have you been threatening Y/N?”

Marlene immediately threw her hands up. “What am I, on trial? Fuck this.”

She began to stand, but Sirius stood as well. “Sit down,” he said, and she sighed, but did as she was told.

You were taken aback by how serious he was being. You hasn’t even told him what Marlene said to you.

“I didn’t threaten her,” Marlene said.

“So you didn’t tell her she’s a toy we’ll all get bored of playing with?”

The heads in the room all turned to Marlene. “Why does it matter? If she can’t handle being part of this, then she shouldn’t be a part of it.”

“You can’t just bully her out because you’re jealous.”

“Jealous of what, Dorcas? Hm? The fact she’s in the goodie two-shoes house?”

“Guys,” you tried to chime in, but it got lost in the tension.

“Oh, you know what,” Dorcas spat.

Dorcas and Marlene both stood, their voices growing louder and louder.

“No, I don’t. Tell me Dorcas, what the fuck do I have to be jealous of? Some young little girl who doesn’t even know how to fuck?”

“Guys,” you tried again.

“Why did you even come back, Marlene?” Dorcas retaliated.

“What, you didn’t miss me?”

“One day you’re my best friend, and the next you just leave a note like ‘oh! I can’t do it anymore and I’m transferring to America, bye!’ and I’m just supposed to jump up and down in joy when you suddenly decide we’re worthy enough to have you back?”

Marlene plopped back into her chair. “This is bullshit, I’m not doing this. Did you really call us all here just to yell at me in front of everyone?”

“No,” Dorcas said, “I called us all here to vote you out.”

The room stilled for a moment before Marlene scoffed. “To vote me out?”

“Guys!” you finally yelled, and it caught their attention, “can we please calm down?”

“You wanna vote me out? Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m not kidding you.”

Marlene and Dorcas stared at each other, intensity in their eyes as Remus finally tried to calm the situation down.

“Marlene, things are a little different than when you were here before,” Remus said, “I think it’s only fair that you’re either okay with that, or you’re out.”

“Oh yeah?” Marlene replied, “and what’s different? Besides the Huffle-slut.”

You threw your hands in the air, exhausted of Marlene’s inexplicable hatred toward you.

“Well, for starters, are you over him?” Remus asked.

Marlene stared at Remus blankly, almost as if she was trying to think her way out of answering, but couldn’t.

You looked around the room, but everyone was too focused on Marlene’s answer to provide you with any explanation. You couldn’t help but feel left out of something.

“Yeah,” Marlene shrugged.

“I don’t believe you,” Dorcas said.

“Go cry about it,” Marlene spat.

“Stop, fuckin’ hell,” Remus sighed, “are you or are you not okay with Y/N being here?”

“Clearly I’m not, mom.”

Remus huffed and stood up. “Well, fuck this, I’m done trying,” he said, walking over to the ashtray and flicking embers off the butt of his cigarette.

The room stilled, everyone unsure of what to do.

“You guys shouldn’t have agreed on anyone new without me,” Marlene spoke up.

“Bloody hell, you were gone, you fucking idiot,” Dorcas said, “and we had no reason to think you were coming back. What were we gonna do, send an owl? Fuck off.”

“Can she even fuck?”

“Give it a rest, Marlene,” Sirius spoke up.

“No, I wanna know. Can you fuck?” she said, turning to you.

Your eyes widened. “I’m not dignifying that with an answer,” you stated.

“Prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“Prove that you can fuck like a big girl.”

You looked around the group in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“Pick someone here, and prove it.”

“Marlene, come on, shut the fuck u-“

Sirius was cut off by Marlene pressing on, “pick someone and let’s get on with it, Hufflepuff.”

A feeling shot straight to your core at the thought of having to fuck someone in front of the entire group. You were too worked up.

You looked up at Remus, who had been your obsession and your safe person thus far, and waited to see his expression. Marlene noticed your attention turn to him.

“Remus it is,” she said, moving the coffee table away from the center of the room, “hurry up. Let’s go.”

“I don’t think-“ Remus started.

“You know what? Fuck you, Marlene,” Dorcas said, rushing over to you.

Dorcas leaned down and kissed you hard, the kiss full of intensity and fire and anger. You were startled, but quickly started to kiss her back. This was your group, not hers anymore. If she wanted to see you fuck, she’d get a good show before she was kicked out.

Dorcas dropped to her knees in front of you. She propped one of your legs up against the armrest on the side of the couch.

Dorcas propped up your other leg and pushed it toward James, who was sitting right next to you. “Hold her, will ya?” Dorcas said.

James nodded, taking hold of your right leg.

With your legs widespread, your skirt bunched up at your waist.

“You consent?” Dorcas asked.

You nodded your head yes.

Dorcas wasted no time pushing your underwear to the side and diving in, flattening her tongue against you and moving up and down.

Your head tilted backward as you sighed, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried not to focus on the several pairs of eyes on you. You leaned onto James, trying to somewhat hide your face in his neck,

Dorcas was someone you’d always assumed would be rough in the bedroom, and she was angry and worked up over the Marlene situation, however, you were surprised by how soft and gentle she was being. You knew it was intentional for you.

She was in no rush, moving her tongue slowly against you. You thought of something Lily had told you previously: Girls give better head because they know what truly feels good.

You whimpered each time Dorcas swirled her tongue particularly well, and James lightly rubbed his thumb across your leg, comforting you on top of the pleasure.

“Jeez,” Evan spoke from across the room.

Marlene slouched in her chair in a huff, her eyes fixed on everyone else in the room, trying to gage their reactions to you.

You let out a light squeal when Dorcas began to trace around your hole with her finger, alerting you of an oncoming intrusion.

She slowly slipped one finger inside of you, again in no rush as you softly moaned at the sensation. Her mouth never detached from you as she began to pump her finger in and out of you.

James stroked your thigh with his fingers as he watched Dorcas eat you out, occasionally kissing the top of your head to remind you that you were okay. He also just wanted the validation of feeling included. James liked to feel needed.

Everyone was watching intently, turned on by the sight in front of them. Marlene was focused on everyone else, and Sirius took a drag of his cigarette every time James leaned in to kiss your head.

“Shit, I-“

You spoke so low that only James could hear it. James tapped Dorcas to warn her that you were about to come, and instead of following through, she stood up and backed away from you.

You instinctively closed your legs, remaining in your comfortable position against James.

“That wasn’t shit,” Marlene said, “you really want that in here?”

“Who said we were done?” Dorcas spat back.

Dorcas grabbed Remus’s arm and pulled him over to the empty space on the rug where the coffee table used to be.

Remus looked at Dorcas expectantly, but she just raised her eyebrows and gestured toward the floor.

Remus threw his hands up. “Yeah, it’s a nice rug.”

Dorcas sighed and pushed his shoulders until he was kneeling on the floor.

“You could have just fuckin’ told me where you wanted me, damn,” Remus said.

“Y/N?”

You were still slouched into James, trying to calm your breathing despite your core being on fire from the abrupt stop to your pleasure. “Mhm,” you vocalized.

When you didn’t receive an answer, you forced your eyes open to see the entire room staring at you.

“Think you’re needed down there, angel,” James whispered to you, nodding toward Remus.

You took a deep breath. You dropped to your knees and sat in front of Remus. He leaned in to your ear and whispered, “I’m gonna take care of you, baby.”

He kissed your cheek before he adjusted himself to a lay, sprawled out against the rug and waiting for you to sit on him.

You adjusted your legs around his waist, grateful Dorcas didn’t take your skirt fully off. You were still clothed and modest to the group.

“Remus doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” Marlene said.

“Don’t you speak for me, I’m doing just fine down here,” Remus said, placing his hands behind his head as he watched you in amusement.

You blindly undid Remus’s belt, pulling it off of him as you began to unbutton his jeans. Remus pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his already hard cock.

You began to pull your underwear to the side, but a voice stopped you.

“No no,” Marlene said, “fuckin’ amateur. Don’t you know Remus needs a little something first?”

You knew she was just messing with you and trying to prove that she knew everyone better than you, but you felt like you knew Remus above everyone in the room.

But, if she wanted a show, you’d give her a show.

You slowly backed up on your knees until you were between Remus’s legs. You remained on your knees, allowing your ass to stick upward and your skirt to fall onto your back, exposing your backside, as your hands found Remus’s cock.

You looked to Lily, who had taught you the little you knew so far, and she nodded at you so as to say “you got this.” Her approving nod gave you confidence.

You licked a stripe from the base of Remus’s cock to the tip before sinking down on the entire length. Remus was large, too large to fit entirely in your mouth without deepthroating, but you didn’t care. You were running on pure lust, anger, and adrenaline.

Remus was looking down at you, but when his tip hit the back of your throat, he slammed his head back against the floor, a satisfied moan leaving his lips.

You pulled away almost entirely before sinking back down again, deepthroating him once more.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Remus sighed.

You swallowed in uncomfortability at the feeling of his cock in your throat, which only added to his pleasure.

“Bloody hell, you can see him in your throat, Y/N,” Lily said, “do that again.”

You looked up at Remus, who looked down to see what Lily was talking about. You swallowed again, and Remus could see the slight bulge of his cock in the top of your throat.

“Holy fuck.”

You pulled away and began to suck him normally, maintaining a steady rhythm. You couldn’t taste all of him without deepthroating, so you used your hand to account for the base of his length.

You looked up at Marlene, who scoffed and looked away as you kept your gaze on her, evidently showing her your confidence and ability as you sucked off Remus.

Marlene looked around the room and saw everyone’s eyes trained on you. Sirius adjusted his position in his seat, and James was nearly salivating.

“Okay, enough, get to it then,” Marlene said.

You pulled off of Remus, making a show of wiping your lower lip as you moved upward until you were sitting on top of Remus.

His hands found your waist without hesitation. He was lost in pleasure and lust, eager to feel you again.

You pushed your underwear to the side and held onto Remus’s length with one hand, positioning it at your entrance.

You slowly sank down, watching Remus’s face for any uncomfortability, but he was immediately just to happy to be inside of you that he pushed his hips up.

You gasped at the sudden feeling of a thrust, and Remus snapped open his eyes and looked up at you.

“You okay?”

You leaned down and kissed Remus. “Fuck me, Rem.”

Remus used one hand to hold your hair as he pulled you back into a kiss, and the other hand gripped your waist to hold you in place as he began to fuck up into you.

You dropped your head into the crook of his neck, and he held your head there, happy to have a few moments where he was the only one who could hear your small whimpers and whines. James was right: he did enjoy being special to you.

Dorcas knelt beside your bodies and wrapped her fingers in your hair, pulling back until you were seated up. She tugged at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up over your head. She then unclasped your bra and pulled the straps off of your arms.

She hungrily kissed you, keeping you sat up so that your body was on full display for everyone in the room.

She kissed down from your neck to your breasts, sucking on your nipple as you threw your head back in pleasure.

You felt a sudden pang of embarrassment, but it was quickly gone as you looked to your right. Alecto was pressing her legs together for dear life, Evan was holding a pillow between his legs, and Sirius was staring you dead in the eyes.

You stared back for a moment, matching his eye contact. He coughed on cigarette smoke, something he never did as a veteran smoker, but continued to look back at you.

Your attention was pulled by Dorcas, who kissed you again as Remus’s thrusts grew harder and faster.

You moaned out as you threw your head back, trying to lift your hips in rhythm with Remus, but he was thrusting a little too fast for you.

Dorcas noticed, and she crawled behind you, kneeling on the floor as she held your body against hers, ensuring you remained seated upward and on display.

She kissed the side of your neck, sucking on a sweet spot as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure. You tried not to think about Marlene or the voyeurism, but just to be present in the moments of pleasure.

Your moans grew higher in pitch until you began to clench around Remus.

“Fuck, Remus, I- shit, I can’t-“

“No fucking cop outs,” Marlene said.

Embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Saying it was hard. “I- I’m-“

“Merlin, Y/N, please say it,” Remus spoke through erratic breaths below you.

You took a deep breathe. “I- I’m gonna come, Remmy, please-“

Remus snapped his hips hard, hitting your sweet spot and causing you to come with just a few more thrusts. Dorcas held you through your high, causing your legs to shake and your body to nearly convulse from the intensity as Remus came in succession.

You blinked your eyes open, trying to catch your breath as Dorcas kissed your temple and stood up.

You wiped sweat from your forehead and looked down at Remus, who put his hands behind his head again and smiled up at you.

“Stay there as long as you like.”

You giggled and leaned down to kiss Remus as Dorcas gave you back your shirt.

With Remus still in you, you pulled your shirt over your head and looked at Marlene, eyebrows raised.

“Good enough for you?” you grinned.

Marlene shrugged, clearly bothered. “Nothing I couldn’t do better.”

“I beg to differ,” Remus sighed, “not a lot could top that.”

You leaned down and kissed Remus before carefully lifting your hips and sitting back on the floor. You knew better than to try to stand.

Remus took a moment before covering himself back up, and you both sat on the floor with your backs against the couch. No one said anything.

“Didn’t think you could get any hotter, but fuck was I wrong,” Evan said.

“Are you always the horniest one in the room?” you joked.

“I don’t know, is he?” Marlene said, turning toward Sirius.

Sirius flicked embers into an ashtray. “Meaning?”

Marlene’s voice was not as confident as before. “You seemed to enjoy the show.”

“Oh, come on, Marlene, don’t start shit right now. You got what you wanted, you saw her fuck. You in or out?”

Marlene looked around the room, and everyone was focused on her. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees.

“I’m already in. I never left the group,” she said dryly.

“One more shot,” Remus said, and Dorcas tried to speak up in protest, but Remus shushed her. “One more shot, but if you pull any shit, you’re out.”

Dorcas threw her hands in the air. “You come and suddenly you’re in a nice mood?”

“Y/N?” Remus said, looking to you, “that seem fair?”

You looked up at Marlene. She was clearly insecure about someone in this group, and if she left right now, you’d never find out who. Regardless, you didn’t feel like drama. If she stayed, whatever.

“Whatever.”

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Bless the Telephone ; ##02

James Potter x f!muggle!reader

word count: 1,511

warnings: i dont think theres any? lmk...

a/n: :) i hope yall like it, at the rate im pumping these out i might do two updates per week but we'll see how that goes..."

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You sighed as you opened the door, the various bags of food, toiletries, clothes, and whatever else you had picked up during the day made your arms feel like they might fall off, cutting into your skin and your circulation. Your fingers had gone numb two stops away from your apartment, you could feel the relief as you dumped half the bags on the kitchen counter. 

You dumped the other half and the backpack that hung heavy across your back in your room. 

“Hey, darling-” your roommate popped her head up from where she lay on the couch, wild curls practically floating around her. “Yer phone’s been ringing nonstop for like an hour-”

You groaned, glancing at the clock briefly while putting your shopping in their rightful places. 

7:30 p.m.

“D’you know who it was?”

“Why would you ever think I’d get up to check?” She popped some chips into her mouth with a laugh

You turned, hands on your hips, a small smirk playing on your lips 

“You mean to tell me you’d rather put up with the ringing than get up?” 

“Yeah- why not? Turn up the telly and boom- can’t even hear a thing mate” She said, smiling from the couch. You couldn’t help but laugh along with her-

The phone rang, not as violent as that morning two days ago, sound muffled by the wall and your closed door. It was loud nonetheless.

Your roommate turned up the volume of the television.

“Talk of the devil!” she screamed through the roaring sound of whatever trashy game show she was watching.

You dragged yourself to your room, closing the door behind you. You could still hear the exaggerated volume of the telly. The phone kept on ringing, the red light angrily flashing at you to go pick it up already-

“Hello?” 

“Where’ve you been?” it was teasing, you wanted to say it was his voice. The mysterious voice on the phone, one Mr James Potter. You weren’t sure. You didn’t know how to feel about it either.

“Who is this?”

“Woah, one day and you’ve already forgotten me- you’re breaking my heart here sweetheart” the voice crackled through the static of the receiver. Oh it was definitely Mr James Potter calling again

“Potter?”

“James- But yes”

“Ah! That one- to what do I owe the pleasure?” You bit your lip slightly, excitement turning in your stomach. You grabbed the base of the phone, moving the machine as close to your bed as the cable would let you, the rest of the stretch between your bed and the telephone could be covered by the curled plastic cord. You sat on the mattress.

“Do you know any other Potters?”

“Just the one- but to be fair, I don't really know you either”

“Mhm… fair enough, I think I only know one other person with your name-”

“Really?” 

“Yeah, nasty woman really- called me daft two days ago,” he said, tone serious as if recounting a deeply wounding moment… you let out a laugh “You wouldn’t believe how rude she was to me”

“Oh was she really? That’s terrible news, maybe it was because you called her— a stranger by the way, at four in the bloody morning”

“You got me, wasn’t on purpose though— you still haven’t answered my question by the way” You could hear that little smirk on his lips again

“What would that be Potter?”

“James- but where were you?”

“What’s it to you? Trying to stalk me or something?” you could feel your heartbeat quicken, 

“I just tried calling earlier-”

“Yeah, my roommate said, the phone rang a ton— were those all you or should I check my messages?”

“I wasn’t sure I was hitting the right number okay? pissed off a few other people too”

“Oh so this is the norm for you-”

“Hey! It isn’t my fault, I just didn’t know how to do the little- you know…” had this guy ever used a phone before? “call the previous number thing- ugh I don’t know what it’s called but whatever I didn’t know how it worked” he huffed

“Potter, are you a ten-year-old boy? Scratch that, my cousin knows how to do that- maybe you are daft”

“If I say yes will you tell me what you were up to?” he said, you laughed again

“I was running some errands, nothing special… why’d you wanna know?” you raised an eyebrow, you curled the cable around your index finger, the rest of the cool plastic wrapping around your hand. 

“Was just wondering…”

A beat.

“I realize now that me calling you back might be strange-”

“You don’t say- only took you about ten minutes of conversation, you didn’t think about that before you called?”

“Not really- my mum says I lack impulse control,”

“I can tell you have zero of that-” 

“she blames Dad but we both know she’s the one I got it from” he chuckled, and you couldn’t help but mirror it. 

“You still haven’t answered my question, Potter-”

“You really not going to call me James?”

“No- I don’t know you-”

“I guess that's fair enough- what was your question?”

“Why’d you call?” he stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, almost as if thinking deeply about your question before his voice broke through the static again.

“Honestly?”

“Obviously-” you retorted, another chuckle left his lips.

“I don’t really know… I don’t really have a reason I just wanted to talk” you mouled over his answer, strange but not bad.

“You don‘t have friends for that already?”

“You’ve never made new friends with complete strangers?”

“Not like this-” you traced a pattern onto your sheets as you spoke, 

“Well, I can be the first! so how old are you?” he sounded giddy “If I say I’m sixty five will you leave me alone?”

“It would be worse- I love old ladies, but they love me immediately so I suspect you aren’t one”

“because I don’t immediately love you?”

“obviously” he mirrored you “I’m twenty-“

“What a coincidence, so am I” you whispered, he heard you nonetheless

You pursed your lips to suppress a smile as James asked questions and explained things about his life that you didn’t ask for. You felt quite silly- talking on the phone with a boy you’d never met, you didn’t know what he looked like, nor if he was really who he said he was.

His tone and his rambles seemed genuine enough, he was a very peculiar boy- talking about how he was mildly scared of the tube but my mate Sirius loved it. 

“Is this Sirius one of the voices I heard last time?”

“Yeah- he asked if you were pretty which looking back might’ve been a little rude”

“Eh- maybe, I’d feel terrible to disappoint him though”

“Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know if he’s expecting some striking supermodel to be answering the phone…” you trailed off slightly, James went quiet “I reckon I’m alright though”

“You’re probably selling yourself short doll,“

“Anyway- what do you do?”

“What do you mean love?”

“Like are you in Uni? or something else?”

“Oh! umm- something else for sure”

“What?”

“What?”

“Potter- like what do you do? you know… with your life”

“I just live? I don’t know- d’you mean like occupationally?”

“Yes occupationally idiot-“

“Okay okay don’t yell at me— you’ll break my little heart babe come on-“ he cleared his throat a couple of times  “I kind of work for my father I guess? What do you do?”

“I go to Uni- I also work at a little coffee shop on weekends… what does your father do?”

“he makes hair potions-“ he said, almost choking on his words. you raised an eyebrow 

“like hair gel and shit?”

“y-yeah that’s what I meant like… conditioners and s-styling… gels… and shit” you laughed out loud, not being able to conceal it this time. a short series of giggles that delighted James ever so slightly. You could hear him get quiet briefly, almost as if he was running out of words “What do you do in this Uni of yours?”

“Administration… not the most thrilling field I fear”

“I’m assuming you’re not the fondest of it then”

“not particularly, but it’ll do… do you like working for your dad?”

“he’s made a ton of money with his products- I’m very proud of him for it… to be honest probably not what I wanted to do with my life but it’s not… difficult, so I can focus on other things, more exciting things so I really can’t complain…” he was about to continue, rambling about the silver linings of it.

you interrupted “What did you want to do?” 

“Pardon?” he asked, 

“With your life James- what did you want to do with your life?” 

You thought he had stayed quiet, maybe thinking, searching for the words until the dial tone rang in your ear— he had hung up. You stared at the phone as you put it back on the base.

Peculiar boy wasn’t he?

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[plaidcowboy]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⊹ law breakers

content: you know rafe tends to do ‘bad’ things, so wanting to be like him, you prompt for you guys to ‘break a law’

author stamp: such a rebel

you anxiously chewed on your lip while staring at rafe. was it his arms? his personality? what made him so good at being bad? you could be bad. maybe not steal-a-cross or get-into-fights bad, but definitely bad. you had no problem with the differences between you and rafe. he’d get into aggressive interactions. you’d rather slowly walk away while pretending no one can see you. he’d push around someone who teased you. you’d throw a rock to the ground with a huff in frustration. then tell rafe of course.

“and what’d you say?”

“um.. i dont think i did”

“‘s okay, i know it made you upset. ‘m glad you told me”

but never mind that, rafe was never upset with you when you told him, and that doesn’t even matter right now, you could totally be bad. you once stayed up past your mental bedtime by five whole minutes. granted, you were waiting for rafe’s goodnight text, but still. you even once put the wrong thing into recycling. well it was because you were too busy staring at the store in front of you while shopping and were too excited to get there while tugging rafe’s arm with your opposite hand. it was an accident and after leaving the store and realizing what you did, you felt bad about it for three days. but you still did it..? you’re not sure if that counts.

“what’s troubling you, baby?”

blinking from your stare at the floor absentmindedly, you glanced up to rafe, not realizing he had noticed your daze and your eyes had wandered from him.

“we should break a law” you blurted. rafe’s brow tilted while his mouth slowly lifted into a grin in the corner. “a law, huh?” he asked with slight amusement to his tone, but you paid no mind, rushing to get out your thought, scared rafe might not like your idea.

“yes, like jaywalking. that’s super bad, i’ve seen people do it” you shook your head in a nod, making yourself confident about your idea. rafe stood from his chair behind his desk, coming around it to lean on the front, crossing his arms and legs. his tongue poked the inside of his mouth in thought, his brow now tilted in a way that signified he was intrigued by what you were prompting you guys to badly do.

“huh” his chest rose slightly with his laughing scoff. was he laughing at you? your possibly terrible idea by how scary it started to sound to your ears? you began to redact the prompt the same moment rafe pushed off the desk and walked towards your chair in his office where you sometimes sat while rafe worked, either watching him, or doing your own thing while enjoying his usual silent and very focused company.

he kneeled to your height in the chair and grabbed the sides of your face, staring intensely into your eyes. “are you sure? this could be a little dangerous” your eyes widened in trepidation at his sudden serious demeanor. of course you knew jaywalking included cars and the street. you’d watched people do it enough without getting hurt. you wouldn’t get hurt either.

you nodded in rafe’s grasp. “yes. yes, i think so” you were determined now. rafe was okay with the idea and if you had a moment to hesitate, you probably wouldn’t do it. rafe nodded along with you. “alright, let’s get going” he stood and began walking towards the door.

you stood as well, turning to rafe. “wait! do we need anything?” rafe spun to look at you, the tilted eyebrow and tongue poke back. “need anything? what d’you think we’re doing, robbing a bank?” he quietly chuckled. robbing a bank. that was a good idea, you should’ve thought of that one. “no, we don’t need anything. now come on, let’s be quick so we don’t get caught.”

right. harry’s code. you got it. you sped walked to his outstretched hand, taking it in yours. rafe took off in a jog, treading down the stairs, out the door of his house, on the grass, past his parked car, then out the gate. you giggled at his speed and unpredicted excitement to jaywalk with you. this idea of yours was so good. your guy’s feet skidded to a stop at the side walk. rafe looked back and forth to make sure the street was clear, then back to you who lightly gripped his hand and peaked at the street over his shoulder.

“you ready?” you quickly nodded, a smile blooming on your face, matching rafe’s. then you two were off. running across the street where no cars were passing by or were even near.

making it across, you both stopped with slight huffs. rafe’s more faked, wanting you to think the run had took a lot out of him. it didn’t. yours real from exhaust from the run and adrenaline. “woah!” you exclaimed. “that was exhilarating!”

rafe laughed at your reaction, grabbing your face again, still fake panting. “we did it, we just broke the law” he smiled down at you.

you gasped in fear, suddenly remembering what you just made you two do. “oh my gosh, rafe, we broke the law.”

[starfilmz]

THOROUGHFARE | UNSURE FEELINGS, DRUNKEN CALLS

⤷ A JJ MAYBANK SOCMED AU .ᐟ

──── you never expected that swapping socials with your call of duty duo would change your life — whether for better or worse, you're still not sure. friendships are made and something much more begins.

thoroughfare masterlist ──── 05 | 06 | 07

a/n: chap 6 has been a bitch to post bc tumblr couldn’t handle it but VIOLA it has arrived. this chap became a mix of smau and written fic so we doin something here 🤔 ofc it’ll still be social media based do not fret, but i feel like these written ones are needed for this. not betaread obvs so mistakes are everywhere!! lmk your thoughts, expectations, or how u see this fic ending cuz it is soon 😝

john b stood up as soon as he heard the whirring sound of his best friend’s motorcycle. it came to a stop when he stepped out on the château’s porch, leaning against one of the posts with his arms crossed. jj looked disheveled and as much as he wanted to say “as per usual”, the boy walked towards the house as if he ran into several bushes on the way.

he had a frown on his face as he faced john b. “i don’t know what do,” he finally spoke, his expression morphing that tells john b he didn’t want to admit to that. “long distance relationships are weird and, i’ve experienced worst that weird, man, you and i both know that and i—“

“alright, calm down,” john b grabbed the boy’s shoulder before he could go on another self-destructive tangent. “let’s talk about this, okay? pope said he’s on his way with beers.”

jj sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “it feels unfair for her that i’m making a big deal about this. it’s the whole rafe thing again! honestly, i genuinely think i overreacted.” he sat on the closest couch on the porch with furrowed eyebrows.

john b followed him, an amused expression on his face. jj noticed this, raising his eyebrows at the boy. “what’s so funny?”

he shook his head, his curls falling slightly to his side as he looked at jj. “when’s the last time you acted this way towards a girl?”

“oh, don’t start, jb.”

“i’m sorry, okay? look, you don’t need to be thinking this hard, man, alright?” the boy chuckled, patting his friend firmly on the back. “yn’s a good person, i can tell, and…” john b looked around as if anyone else but the two of them were around. he leaned closer towards jj, who didn’t think twice to do the same.

“from what i’ve read from sar’s phone, yn’s just crazy for you.”

this changed jj’s solemn expression into a mixture of lovesick, curiosity, and excitement. “i mean, that’s natural, right? she agreed to be my girlfriend so it’s natural for her to like me.” his words sounded defensive which made john b’s eyebrows rose.

“what i’m trying to say, jj, you don’t have to freak out just because you don’t know who’s around her. long distance is weird, i agree, but are you going to be like this every time she hangs out with people you don’t know?”

jj lowered his eyes, a tiny wave of shame washing over him. “no.”

“right, and i’m not trying to say don’t be jealous— you can’t help it, you like the girl,” john b held one of the blonde’s shoulder. “and if i were to give you an advice, man to man, thinking in your shoes, if you find long distance so much, why don’t you do something about it?”

jj looked up at john b, confusion etched all over his face. “what are you—“ and as if something clicked in his mind, john b nodded, confirming his thoughts. “isn’t it too soon?”

“what’s too soon?” both boys visibly flinched as pope made his presence known, beer bottles in hand. “i had to swipe this from my dad’s stack so you guys better fill me in.”

you couldn’t help the smile at john b’s story, giving it a heart as scrolled off the app. you would send a response, something about not leaving him in the streets because you guys still have a game session planned tomorrow, but you decided not to.

they were probably still at the boneyard, a place where they usually throw their parties as you’ve learned previously from jj, and they’ve shared enough stories about those to let you know those parties don’t end easily.

you sighed, sliding further into your bed as you hugged your pillow. was it silly to feel the way you do now?

you aren’t ready to fly out to see the boy you’ve been dying to see, but you want to, and you tell yourself you’re okay seeing them have fun, but as you stare deeper into your bedroom wall, you’re beginning to doubt that.

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes in an attempt to sleep and brush off your thoughts, but as soon as you do, your phone rang beside you. you moved the pillow and raised your phone, seeing jj’s profile picture and username across your screen.

jj was calling you.

you sat up, answering the phone, and placed it on your ear. loud music greeted your first, along with voices you’re not familiar with.

“—you can’t just leave her like that, jayj!” a girl harshly whispered against the speaker and it made you think she was either kiara, cleo, or sarah.

“hello?” you finally spoke, and when you did, everyone on the other side seemed to quiet down. you heard some kind of harsh slap, along with a small ‘ow!’. you didn’t recognize the rest of the voice before, but you were definitely aware someone had slapped jj.

“jj? you there?” you called once more, tone lighter in amusement. “i’m gonna hang up on you if you don’t talk.”

that seemed to catch the boy’s attention as he began sputtering away. “no, no, don’t, hello! look, i’m sorry, i’m being peer pressed right now—“

“don’t say that!” a deeper voice interrupted him.

“—and i just wanted to hear your voice…” from the way jj was talking, you could tell he was drunk, though you did believe that slap before sobered him up a bit. “i missed you, yn.”

“it’s only been a day a whole, jj,” you chuckled, leaning against your pillows. despite your answer, you couldn’t help but feel the same way. “but i missed you too, jay.”

“i’ve been building up the courage to call you all night and, i don’t know, i just wanted to hear from you before my lights go out,” jj laughed at his own words, a drunken expression all over his face you imagined.

“build up the courage? i’m your girlfriend, jay, you could call me whenever you want.” you answered, a small smile on your face.

there was a beat of silence from him and you thought it was a sign that he’s close to getting conked out, but his next words proved otherwise.

“can you say that again?” he whispered, almost like he’s hiding, which was most likely from his eavesdropping friends. “about the girlfriend thing, please?”

you hummed a playful tone, the instinct to tease jj was strong and it almost won if it weren’t the way your cheeks heated up at his voice, the way he sounded so soft and near the phone as if he was saying it directly in your ear.

“i’m your girlfriend, jj maybank. you happy?” you had to roll your eyes despite no one being with you hearing your sappy voice and attitude, anything to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay.

“so happy, you don’t even know, baby,” the nickname came to you as a shock, but it didn’t felt wring hearing it from jj. if anything, you wanted to make him say it again. “i’m just so— oh my god, so happy. i’m your boyfriend, you’re my girlfriend— oh, bliss!”

you couldn’t help the laugh that bursted from you as jj’s voice doubled in volume. “i have a girlfriend! and she really likes me!” jj’s speaker managed to get the sound of what sounded like a crowd cheering at his embarrassing announcement, making you chuckle even further.

“alright, hands off the phone, okay— john b, take him, please? before he announces more details about yn?” another voice took over the call, and by the way the boy, who you now know is john b, responded with a ‘yes, ma’am’, you assumed it was sarah who came to the rescue.

“hey, sarah,” you greeted her. “having fun?”

“oh, we are, but no so much for jj tomorrow.”

“i can imagine, you’d think he’ll be able to live with that?” you joked.

“babe, he has no choice,” sarah responded with a laugh. “but for now, john b’s taking him back to the château to properly conk out.”

“that’s good to hear.”

“so,” she started and you already picked up the teasing tone in her voice.

“so?” you chuckled, amused at her.

“still unsure of visiting your hopeless boyfriend? was his very public and loud declaration of love for you enough?”

you hugged the nearest pillow, a warm smile spreading across your face. you felt a lot more at ease and mind solely focused on jj. “it’s enough.”

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[bisexualbrainrots]

I remember oliver mentioning that lou had been nervous when they shot the first kiss scene and that got me thinking thoughts, trailer thoughts... this turned out a bit sweeter than what I'm used to with louliver. also, tagging @cjlouwho because she rotted my brain with louliver.

The knock on the door startled Lou. He had been really focused on his sketch, so much so that he tuned out the world around him for the time being.

He stood up, and a kind smile appeared on his lips when he opened the door of his trailer and saw Oliver Stark.

It hasn't been that bad to work with the kid, he was focused and serious about his craft, which he could respect, although he still wasn't used to the way his humor worked. Maybe it was the British thing.

“Hey”

“Hi, uh...” his eyes trailed off to the charcoal dust that had gotten his hands dirty, and looked at him curiously “Is this a bad time?”

Lou looked down and noticed his hands and chuckled “No! Not at all, come in!”

Oliver walked around, taking in the surroundings of the trailer that had been given to Lou, and noticed the open sketchbook on one of the tables “I didn't know you drew” his fingers brushed over the page and Lou just wanted to to take his wrist and pull him away from the drawing.

Lou tilted his head, shifting his body from side to side “I mostly paint actually, but you can't really bring paint and a canvas here, right?” he laughed nervously when he noticed Oliver had barely given him a half smile, but kept his gaze on him.

The younger took one last look around the room to turn his eyes back on Lou, and lifted what looked like the script up to the side of his face “Remember I asked if we could run some lines together?”

He nodded, finally walking towards Oliver instead of just staying there, standing on the closed door, “Right! Sorry about that, sometimes when I sketch I get into a sort of—”

“Trance? Yeah I figured” he chuckled and got closer to Lou, and pushed the script onto his chest “So, I was thinking we could practice the kiss scene, if you were okay with that”

Lou stiffened. It's not like he had problems kissing a man (nobody should know about it, he reminded himself), but the thought of his father getting to watch that sent shivers down his spine.

The thought of the world seeing the son of the Hulk kiss a man made him want to curl into a ball.

Oliver arched his brow, looking at him in confusion “You're... Not okay with it...?”

Lou quickly shook his head, shoving down the reasons deep inside his heart “It's not that! It's just I...” he sighed, looking at his sketchbook, the desire to create burning on his fingertips.

“You've never kissed a guy before?” Oliver looked at him a bit surprised, like the thought had crossed his mind more than once.

He was about to be honest, share a piece of his truth, but instead chose to go with a lie “Yeah, uh, it's not something I'm used to, if you know what I mean”

Oliver nodded, a sympathetic smile crossing his lips “Hey, it's not a big deal” he said stepping into Lou's space, their chests separated by the pages “If you close your eyes there's not really a difference, Lou”

Lou looked at him dumbfounded, he didn't know what to make of it.

Has Oliver kissed guys before? Had he like it? Would he be fine with kissing him?

He didn't know why that excited him, but his chest did that funny thing where he felt like it was about to explode, and tilted his head at the younger “Really? Wouldn't like... This make a difference?” he gestured at his stubble, and Oliver chuckled.

He liked the sound of that.

“Maybe, but in the end is just lips” he smiled, tilting his head at the older “I heard that you talked to Tim about changing this, the scene”

Lou nodded and took the script from Oliver's hands, looking for the kiss scene “Yeah, uh, I didn't think a make out scene would be appropriate for this kiss I mean... This is Buck's first kiss with a guy, it shouldn't be...”

“Too much?” Oliver finished, and Lou nodded, sort of grateful that he understood his predicament with the writing, “I get it Lou, you wanted to make it more intimate for them” Lou nodded, smiling at the younger “I really like change, did you have a plan on how to go over it?”

Lou's smile turned a bit playful, he had been thinking about all the little details he wanted to add to the kiss “I actually did, uh, I thought about this thing where I'd grab Buck's chin to guide him in? Would that be okay?”

They didn't have time for a chemistry read, so both actors took it upon themselves to practice their scenes the best they could alone, which helped in moments like this.

He noticed Oliver's eyes seemed to sparkle at the idea, and the blue in them slowly disappeared, covered by the darkness of his pupils.

“That... That would be good” Lou asked himself if he was seeing things, because there was no way Oliver Stark gulped and looked like he had lost all the air in his lungs.

Lou bit his lower lip and ducked his head to read the script “So... You wanna go about it now?” Oliver nodded frantically, and they got to it.

They stepped aside, ending on opposite ends of the trailer. As they ran their lines they got closer, just like their characters were supposed to, but Lou felt it was different somehow. Like it wasn't Buck and Tommy but them doing this.

The closeness of their bodies excited Lou, which he couldn't show because that's not how his character was like. He had to remind himself he is not Tommy Kinard, he's just an actor paid to do his job.

But it was hard not to go there when Oliver was giving him those heart eyes, when his energy pulled him in like a magnet, making him almost ditch the script and kiss him for real. Kiss him as Lou and not Tommy.

He focused back on the scene where Buck went about maiming his best friend, and when Oliver kept going like he was supposed to Lou took him by the chin and closed his eyes before joining their lips.

Oliver's body twitched and, oh my god was that sound a...? It took him less than a second but he returned the kiss, a kiss that ended very quickly for the liking of both men.

Lou's eyes were still closed, and he only opened them when his co star called his name. He wasn't ready for that sight though.

Oliver looked ecstatic, his eyes dazed like he was drunk on the kiss. There was a blush creeping up his cheeks and his lips, my god, Lou wanted to dive in and kiss those pink lips again.

But he had to contain himself. Even when he noticed the black smudge on Oliver's chin and it made him feel like his entire body was on fire.

“Uh... Sorry” he chuckled nervously, the younger's gaze still locked on him “W-was that okay Oliver?”

Oliver nodded slowly, his eyes now drifted towards Lou's mouth “Yeah, uh... That was really good Lou... The chin thing really works”

Lou's brain shortcircuited, and he thought fuck it, grabbing Oliver by the back of the neck and pulling him closer, lips brushing, “Yeah, the... The other idea I had was this, you know, grabbing Buck by the neck, do you... Do you think he'd like it?”

Lou knew he was playing with fire, this wasn't a rehearsal anymore this was just them.

Oliver nodded, beaming for the first time since he met him “Yeah, yeah, he really would, I mean who wouldn't–”

Like their characters in the show, Lou kissed Oliver to shut him up, which was funny given that in real life the older was much more like Buck in that sense, talking nonstop.

Oliver kissed him back quicker this time, and Lou relished on the feeling of younger's lips. He knew this wasn't in character anymore, but he didn't care, not when he wanted to play a bit with the younger.

Biting Oliver's lower lip got him a moan and the opportunity to slide his tongue in, which his co star took happily.

Lou's other hand found its way in the curve of Oliver's waist, holding onto it tightly. The younger, on the other hand, had his hands gripping on the older's hip, pulling him closer and closer until their bodies were flushed together.

None of them noticed they moved until Oliver made a sound because his lower back had been hit with the table. It didn't make it weird nonetheless, not when Lou's hand lowered from Oliver's waist to his thigh, grabbing and pulling it towards his hip.

Oliver groaned when he felt Lou grinding against him and returned the motion enthusiastically, with one of his hands supporting his weight on the table.

He started to slide his other hands inside Lou's shirt when they heard the door being knocked, forcing them out of their kiss.

“Lou?” a female voice the older still didn't recognize well called out his name, and made him look towards the closed door.

“Yeah? Who calls?” his hand was still gripping Oliver's thigh, now drawing circles on it with his thumb.

“It's Sarah from Hair and Makeup, we need you on the chair now” Oliver looked at him pleadingly, his eyes begging him not to leave right now as his hand played with the hem of his shirt.

But he needed to go.

He couldn't be a pain in the ass of the team, not when he was just a guest star.

So reluctantly he stepped aside, and the warmth that had built between them was met with the cool air of the AC, sending shivers down his spine.

“In a minute” he knew his voiced sounded wrecked, and he thanked the universe when the woman agreed and heard her stepping away from the trailer.

His eyes went back to Oliver who had a grim on his face “You really are leaving?” Lou closed his eyes for a second when he felt the younger's hands on his chest.

He really didn't want to go.

“Not everyone has the privilege of being a main Oliver” he chuckled and kissed his co star's cheek, making him smile “That's more like it”

Oliver rolled his eyes and hit him lightly on the chest, grabbing his pec “Okay, go, they don't like to wait” he leaned in and nuzzled their noses together “I think they're gonna get mad when they see your hands like that”

Lou laughed softly “Not as much as they're gonna hate to clean the smudge off your chin and neck Oli”

Oliver's eyes widened, a ‘what’ escaping his lips as he moved towards the closest mirror, laughing mischievously when he saw his face “Oh you are so gonna pay for this later Lou” he looked at him, a promise in those words.

Later.

He liked that.

“I'm counting on that, see ya Oliver” he laughed as he opened the door of his trailer, stepping out towards Hair and Makeup.

He didn't want to think about the implications of what just happened, not when he was feeling so giddy inside.

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[maikelfist]

Beware: spicy gifs under the cut

Okay so. Construction worker Tommy AU anyone? No idea when and how Tommy and Buck will get to have sex near heavy machinery in broad daylight but it will happen.

Unrelated to the AU, the way the naked guy in the gif moves makes me imagine Buck occasionally getting up on his tippy toes when they kiss. At first, he does it because it's ingrained in him to be the taller one, and Tommy strokes his back and gently squeezes his shoulder to help him settle again, as if to say, ssshhh it's okay, no need to be big and strong with me, just let me take care of you. Later, Buck keeps doing it precisely because he wants Tommy to ground him again, make him feel smaller.

And because I can't come up with an AU without imagining a story, have this little non-ficlet:

Buck is tasked with conducting site visits during the construction phase of a new building to monitor adherence to fire safety standards and provide guidance, a task he fears will be boring and tedious. When he meets Gerrard, the site manager, he feels like he has just stepped into a nightmare but it turns out Gerrard has delegated all the pesky fire safety protocols to one of his workers. The relief Buck feels at that quickly turns to giddiness when he faces what must be everyone's wet dream of what a construction worker looks like. Glistening from hard work and the sunscreen he's wearing, covered in dust and grime beneath his hard helmet, Tommy shakes Buck's hand with a tight grip and a friendly grin that shows his teeth and makes his eyes crinkle. Buck's nostrils flare in an attempt to inhale the guy because holy fucking shit, is he delicious.

Then Tommy starts talking about all the things they do to ensure that fire and construction safety protocols are adhered to. In the way Tommy talks, it becomes pretty clear that he is the one who ensures that everyone and everything is safe, not Gerrard, who mostly just focuses on profit. All the competence and care Tommy showcases makes Buck feel like a whiny puppy whose owner has just returned. He wants to jump at Tommy and wag his tail at him, show Tommy how excited Buck is each time he comes back. It gets even worse whenever he witnesses Tommy doing physical work. Buck really needs to get a grip. He's a professional, for fuck’s sake.

His lust for Tommy needs to take a break when a nearby building collapses, and they need to respond to the emergency. Tommy, along with other construction workers, assists the firefighters in carefully navigating debris, using power tools to create safe pathways for the firefighters to rescue trapped people, and identifying hazardous construction material and potential risky spots for secondary collapses.

After the work is done and Buck has time to reflect on what happened, on how well they worked together and how much he trusted Tommy to keep him and everyone else safe, another emotion for Tommy starts to settle in, something less hot but at the same time so much warmer.

[biteyoubiteme]

biteyoubiteme's 2024 tumblr wrapped

2024 is over and now we are on to 2025! im so happy to have joined the writing community here on tumblr this year and im so excited for whats to come now in the new year! I wanted to share some of my fav fics from this year but there isn't nearly enough space for me to talk about all the amazing fics I read this year but just know that anything I liked or reblogged im so thankful to have read bc it’s so fun and heartwarming that we all share our fics together to enjoy for free with people who love the same things as us.

ive met so many amazing people on this app and im so happy to share a space with such amazing writers and readers and get to just talk about cute boys with you all. ;-; <333

cams fic stats:

-56 fics/drabbles/thoughts -116.77k words written

cams personal favs:

busy signal wc: 4.7k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] my first fic! im so happy I just up and posted this baby even if I was scared lol im so much better for it and I love love love the yeonkai au ive got going on and ill say that all the yeonkai x reader fics I have on my m.list are just my favs bc I really do love them all but this one was the starts so ill give it the floor. black cherry flavored wc: 9.2k (ot5) [NSFW] this was by far my most popular txt fic and the one I had the most fun and stress writing- I love the way it turned out and im so happy so many of you guys loved it just as much as I did. I was so worried with how it would come across I just love love love that so many of you liked it and im so excited for kinktober 25' already planning out the ot5 fic so yay for that lol bubble gum flavored wc: 6k [NSFW] this fic was just smut basically but it was the one fic that I was so so so so so excited for bc I just love it like beomiebear will be in my head forever im working on pt2 and just ugh I love him he’s always on my mind- lemon cake wc: 8.9k [NSFW] LEMON DROP SOOBIN SAVE ME oh I loved this fic bc I got to work with all my friends on it and it jsut made me so so so giddy- ugh I love to work with amazing writers and I love it even more that I got to be apart of the collab in the first place ;-; bitten wc: 3.8k [NSFW] for someone with the user name that I have I don't nearly have enough vampire content and I need to fix that- I loved this fic and I wish I could have made it like 17k bc I would do it and id do it again and again and again.

cams fav reads of 24'

again I wish I could put like a million links on this bc I read so many good fics in 2024 but sadly I cannot but just know if I left a reblog or like on a fic I was happily fed by your work <333 these are not in order at all!!!

heartworm - @hyukascampfire - huening kai / txt I adore this fic so so so much and I think about just how delicious ashs writing style is every single day- I will keep thinking about this fic until I can't think thoughts any longer Betrayal - @apeachty - yeonkai x reader / txt I love everything nina writes and the two of us have our pinkieslocked as we giggle about yeonkai and I need everyone to go and check out all her works bc im only putting one but I love them all. also dropping the link to this soobin drabble with small boobs reader bc I love it sm! fluffy ice - @beomiracles - yeonjun / txt serene wrote so much this year and so much of it is so fucking good but this, although short drabble, just stays in my mind. I love how sweet and innocent it is while having darker elements. serenes writing style just fits this topic so well and id read it over and over again. Escapism - @prince-jjae - yeonjun / txt UGH! no one could get me away from escapism yeonjun- how many times do I have to reblog this to get across the point that I loved it sm? cause ill do it again, ill read it again, and ill love it so much more for it. I love jjaes writing style I wanna break a piece off and swallow it whole okay bc I love it sm. bitten - @silvergyus - huening kai / txt VAMPIRE FICS and a huening vampire fic at that- ugh I loved this I love innocent kai and I love even more that it’s vampire reader- I love this idea so much and what is an ari fic without mirror sex??? I love it so much more becuase of it- good pup - @bandgie - minho x reader x seungmin / skz I love everything bandgie writes but this one took the cake for me this year im still thinking about it and it’s not even something that I ever usually read but ill read anything they put out and I learned something new about myself- also all the coraline fics- ugh this idea was so fucking good and I love love love it switch to me - @chyuuiung - beomkai x reader / txt I LOVED THIS FIC I think about this fic all the time, I post about it all the time and yeah I miss chyuu sm but I need everyone to know what I love this fic and ill keep loving it and thinking about it forever and ever- under the moon - @miupow - felix / skz oh how this fic took me out- I still love it I still think about it and I need to give felix my firstborn asap he’s just so yummy in this fic and lias so descriptive and ugh a hyper pink room and a demon core is my vibe everyday okay I love it the willow tree - @hyukalyptus - yeonjun / txt I LOVE PRINCE YEONJUN I love even more a good rekindled lovers fic and even more so I love a fic thats long and gives so much bc this gave me what I wanted and more- it even had me giggling at times and I love a good fic that can do that- im still thinking about him even now strawberry dreams - @thetxtdevil - huening kai / txt ugh how I begged for mae to work on this fic bc the idea omfg- all of maes ideas are so good I don't know how her mind works but it’s a sexy idea factory- I love Blueberry!kai SO MUCH!!! and im so happy with all the strawberry land fics that were born from this one idea thank you mae you're mind- I will never shut up about it actually Strawberryland m.list

ugh I wish I could add more bc I have so many more recs-

cams 2025 goals:

-although I feel like I will be slowing down in 25' I plan to write longer plot heavy fics since I have several in the making already- -I want to try and keep up with reading new fics bc it’s so much fun to read what everyone esle is doing and sometimes I get lost in just writing and forget what made me want to start in the first place. -and I want to interact with more of you guys! moots or not I hope we can chat and giggle of fics and cute boys bc I love to do that lol thats why im here <333

but here is to 2025! ily all <333

inspo for this post from @heechwe 's post !!!

[ivysprophecy]

Am I Okay? Chapter Three

a/n: hi again! if you havent guessed already this chapter is going to include the gala i mentioned in part twelve! (which is linked) now as author im going to state clearly that this is not their first date 'canonically', however, its what i MYSELF consider their first date. <3

warnings: i dont think there are any, but i did add a little somethin somethin at the end ;) and i should mention this ones gonna be in rafes pov ;) im in no way saying that rafe is my character

word count: 1241

this shouldnt feel as daunting as it does right now. shes just a friend. its just a dinner party, theres no commitments attached or technicalities to worry over.

its just me and her making a boring evening more exciting.

thats all.

i knock on the door and wait patiently for her to answer. i did come a bit early so i wouldnt be surprised if she was still getting ready.

she has a tendency to get swept up in the music shes listening to when shes at her vanity.

but as soon as she opens that door and i turn to see her... i suddenly forget all the convincing was doing.

cause i know after tonight theres gonna be no more hiding just how into her i am. she looks incredible.

it does something to me knowing its the dress i bought her.

"hi," thats all she says and i swear i forgot how to breathe. how does she do this to me?

"hey," my smile widens, "you look... gorgeous. really you look great."

"cant take all the credit, the dress was all your doing. im just wearing it."

"and you wear it beautifully," just like that, a natural blush replaces the artificial pink on her cheeks "we should get going, are you ready or do you need more time? i can wait."

"i think im ready..." she searches through her purse, going over its contents making sure she has everything. "yep, im ready."

"perfect," i close the door behind her as she walks out, "its a little jarring to see you without your boots."

she chuckles as i open the car door for her, "i tried to clean up as nice as i could."

"you clean up just fine cowgirl," i cant hide my smile.

the drive to the event was that comfortable kind of quiet. i always let her take aux when we drive together. country music definitely isnt my favorite but she could play a lot worse.

besides she throws in the occasional kid cudi or metro boomin for me.

shes thoughtful like that.

"oh theres valet? how fancy," the valet opens her door for her before i can even get out of the car. i suppose thats his job.

"thats kinda how these things go. theyre a bit much."

"well i think its refreshing being so spoiled. dads done a lot of fancy business but nothing like this. its fun."

taking her hand, i lead her up the stairs into the building, "ill spoil you as much as you want cowgirl."

"youre such a sweet talker city boy. for someone who, supposedly, is a serial bachelor youre a total flirt."

"nah, i only flirt with you," i tell her, truthfully. part of me said it to see her all flustered but really there isnt a point in lying about it.

i know everyones got me figured out already, the guys and their girls are better gossipers than the real housewives. not that id know anything about the real housewives. i definitely dont watch that shit.

"thats exactly what im talking about," shes giggling as we walk into the giant room filled to the brim with investors, partners, staff, clients, a bunch of people i really want to avoid. i was about to lead her over to the bar when we run into someone conveniently.

her father. that i work with. awesome.

"cameron! thought i wouldnt be able to catch you tonig- y/n? pumpkin what are you doing here?"

"dad! were in public can you maybe not call me that-"

i let a smile peak through, "pumpkin?" its just too easy to tease her.

"rafe," she sends me a warning, and you know she means business when she uses my "government name" as she likes to call it.

i throw my hands up in defense jokingly.

"its good to see you y/l/n," i reach out to shake her dads hand, "i invited her, hoping a friendly face would make the night more barrable. i hope thats alright with you."

"nah its good for her. she needs to get out more. i trust youll take care of her."

"dad!" she raises her tone while keeping a hushed voice, "dont talk about me like im not here. please."

"you kids have fun tonight," her dad wraps an arm around her before pressing a small kiss to her temple before shaking my hand again, "good to see you rafe. take care of my little girl."

i nod with a smile as he walks away, heading over to a table of some other clients i recognize.

"unbelievable! rafe im so sorry that was embarrassing. he doesnt know how to act normal. i shouldnt let him out of the house. i need to put him in a home."

"cowgirl, youre rambling. its fine, i get it. hes a dad its his job to embarrass you a little."

she rolls her eyes leading the way back to the bar like we intended in the first place. leaning against the bar she tells the bartender her order and mine, already knowing id like a whiskey.

how am i not supposed to like this girl so much when she knows me so well? i dont care if we come from two completely different backgrounds. a part of me knows this is the girl for me.

taking our drinks i lead her over to our table for the night, pulling out her seat for her to sit when suddenly i see some investors walking my way.

i knew id have to work a little tonight but it doesnt stop me being disappointed from being pulled away from her.

the night goes on, i introduce her to a few of the people i know better than others, but i give her the chance to mingle when she wants too. shes so well spoken and holds her own well.

shes mesmerizing.

at one point i return from the restroom, and when i come back i see that after i stepped away one of the investors sons is making conversation with her.

hes far too close to her for my liking, touching her arm subtly, desperately trying to make her laugh. but i can see shes only doing it to be polite.

i step up right beside her, my hand naturally falling to the small of her back. innocently of course.

"jared! good to see you man, your dad let you come?"

theres nothing i love to see more than his confidence faulter. he needed to be put in his place, what can i say?

im just happy i was the one to get to do it.

"yea... yea he did. it was good seeing you rafe. nice meeting you...?" he smiled in her direction, asking for one more chance silently, i couldnt contain my laughter.

"have a nice night jared. tell your dad ill see him at mondays meeting," and with that i lead her away in the direction of our table.

"you didnt have to be so rude to him you know?"

"cowgirl, that was hardly rude of me. i was doing him a favor."

she plasters on an offended face, pretending to clutch her pearls, "how dare you, im a catch. hed be so lucky to have me, and so would you."

god, shes such a tease.

believe me gorgeous. i know id be so lucky to have you. its all i think about.

[ masterlist ]

[quilly72]

One thing was for sure you loved the new pill your girlfriend was on, she just switched to it today and already her mood had spiked. As soon as you got home she dragged you upstairs and gave you a moment you will never forget

Now you scurried back downstairs as you finished getting all nice and tidy it wasnt often you both were in the mood anymore so you had to make sure to take advantage of every moment even if that moment was right before her parents were about to come over for dinner.

You could hear Taylor from down in the kitchen struggling to find the clothes you had so haphazardly thrown across the room earlier. She was still moaning and trying to catch her breath from what you could hear as she started to make her way down the stairs. You started to plate the table as you heard a scream come from the entryway staircase. "Oh my Gooodd what is happening Ooo. Ooo. Oooohhh FUCK."

She moaned and groaned as you heard her shaky breaths drag in and out. You couldn't help but stare waiting for her to turn the corner and admire her.

You continued to finish up the table as you saw her finally rounding the corner a look of concern on her face. Then you finally saw what the look was for. Two reasons actually.

"They weren't that big 5 mins ago" You stammered as you looked at Taylor's considerably larger chest. "I don't know either " she shrugged I was just coming down the stairs and they just came in. Like they grew"

You stared at her as you drew closer her former shirt now appeared more like a crop top as her tits dragged it up.

You heard a knock on the door as your eyes widened with hers "ummm okay roll your skirt up so they don't see your midriff and uhh maybe they won't notice the new developments you have.

"They've known me for 20 years and you don't think they will notice my new boobs"

I don't know what else to do Taylor just try to cover them up I guess.

With that you made your way to the door and invited her parents inside. The usual conversations and pleasantries happening. Shake a hand shake another hand. Smile pretend to like her dress. Usher them inside. Usher them inside again. Pretend to laugh at insanely bad joke.

You led them to the kitchen and luckily for you Taylor had managed to find a crop top jacket to drape herself with. It definitely made it less noticeable but a quick glance from her mother definitely let everyone know that she recognized them.

You quickly sat everyone down and helped dish up supper when she asked.

"So Taylor you guys have any news for us anything exciting"

Taylor batted it down as you couldnt help but notice her new tits stretching her shirt. You could also tell she wasn't used to her new size as she kept bumping into the table or into the serving bowls and plates. You also couldn't help but notice her face starting to contort and her breathing picking up. Her voice quivering a little as she started to clench the table cloth in her hand.

"Taylor are you okay" you whispered as she tried to nod. Her eyes clenching shut as she started to moan through gritted teeth. Her body swayed back and forth as you all watched her hit her high her jaw dropping as she let out deep breaths of relief. If Taylor's orgasm In front of everyone wasnt embarrasing enough her sudden change in center of gravity was. It was almost instantaneous as you all watched her chest engorged outwards. Her body growling as it stretched out

What the fuck was that Taylor" Her mom piped up first everyone staring at her obviously larger chest. It was impossible not to notice her shoulders reddened from the bra straps digging in. Her white shirt barely covered her tits as it lifted off her body. You weren't even sure they made a cup size for how large she was now.

"Uhmm I'm so sorry I don't know what's happening its just they got bigger before you came and now they are huge and ohh gosh...fuck I think it's happeninnng.." Taylor stammered as her eyes clenched shut Her breathing picking up and getting higher in pitch by the breath. You tried to comfort her but it was useless as her eyes started to roll back. Her muscles tensing as she felt the pressure build up wave after wave. Her face twinged with pleasure as she climaxed again. You got up from your seat as her body surged out in waves of growth.

Taylor let out a scream as her body spasmed her legs slid out from under her across the table kicking her mother's chair as her parents struggled to get up. You watched as her back started to coil up higher Into the air. Raising inch by inch as she groaned and gasped for air. Her eyes widening as her body continued to reach new heights of ecstacy. Her chair groaned under her expanding ass as you noticed her skirt that formerly met her knees was now stretched barely covering her thighs and butt threatening to burst in half.

"Taylor stop this ,this Instant" Her mother cried as they pulled across the kitchen

She merely only contorted her face as her body braced and twinged with energy.

"What..do you..think..I'm trying..To DoooOOoo."

Another surge sent Taylor flying up and flailing backwards. Her chair snapping as her knees hit the bottom of the table. Her necklace now choker snapped off her neck into a array of flying jewelry. Her shoes bursting off of her As her shirt and skirt tore off her expanding body. You had to dodge as she failed backwards. Her body slamming the ground as you watched her grow against the ground. She was massive. Easily 8 9 ft tall. Her breasts the size of basketballs.

You didn't stay to watch as she started to orgasm again. Her body surging foot after foot now. Her cries growing in pitch and speed as her body rose up higher and higher. Her feet knocking the table off its legs her body scattering broken fragments of wood across the ground. You gathered her parents as you watched Taylor's head press against the kitchen island. The wood groaning as her head braced and tried to dislodge it. Her feet and legs quickly sliding the length of the dining room.

"Time to go I don't think it's stopping" you muttered

Taylor tried to stop you in her fear but her massive body was too big too control. Her movements stunted especially as she orgasmed again and again. Twitching and losing control of her muscles again and again.

You ran for the front door as you heard Taylor behind scream and holler. The sound of wood snapping as you figured the kitchen island finally gave way. You looked back as you ushered her parents out the door to see taylor bare legs tremble or from the kitchen her knees shaking and buckling as they stretched onto the living room.

Gathering your senses you ran out into the driveway as on the inside you heard the furniture and walls start to give away. A crack there a thunder there. The sound of glass blowing out as Taylor's screams of ecstacy grew. You backed up to the street as the house shook. Suddenly a giant drop being heard as her arm came tearing out the side of the house crumbling your fence to the ground. Another tear and two legs burst down the other end and into your neighbors yard. You watched in terror as her head bobbed up thru the attic roof as she finally came down from her high.. the house crumbling around her as she gave off an awkward smile.

Sorry mom. As she covered herself up with the wreckage of your old house.

[trustywukkiii]

JOLLIBEE DATE JOLLIEBEE DATE

JOLLIBEE DATE | LAIOS TOUDEN (sfw)

synopsis — curious on how to spend your lunch together, laios recommended a special restaurant you haven’t been to in a while. excitedly and proudly, you decided to show him the ropes of a place that showed off your filipino roots. (laios x gn!filipino!reader)

content warnings — public displays of affection

word count — 2.2k words

author’s note — this is kind of self-indulgent since i’m filipino myself! i also tend to enjoy introducing jollibee with my friends who haven’t tried them! if you’re filipino, i hope this somewhat resonates with you! and if not, i hope it inspires to check the restaurant out sometime! hope you enjoy reading!

Laios has always been open-minded when it came to food. Whether it be from another culture, or a completely raw parasite from the bowels of a squid. Nevertheless, his attitude has always endeared you.. and never failed to surprise you every time.

“What was that place called again?” Laios innocently asked, his mind wandering. You two have been brainstorming a place to eat out for lunch. You weren’t sure what to suggest, so your lovely boyfriend offered. “You know, the one you share pictures of when you’re eating with your family? I’ve heard good things about their fried chicken! I’d like to try, if that’s okay with you.

Damn right it was. Hell, you were excited. Nothing made you prouder to be Pinoy than seeing others try out such a staple in Filipino fast food. Especially Laios of all people! Something tells you deep in your gut that he’d love it.

Thankfully, there was your local Jollibee just a few minutes away from home. It had those big posters of families eating with big smiles on every wall, you could hear a mixture of Filipino and English amongst the customers and staff, and most especially, you could smell that tasty nostalgic smell from the kitchen at the back of the cashier.

You hoped Laios didn’t notice, but you were carefully watching his every reaction upon entering the place. And as per usual, Laios never disappoints.

“Woah! Is that—?!” His eyes brightened upon falling onto the big red and yellow jolly mascot that entertained the kids. “Judging based off of the wings, it’s an insect. And it also has stripes on its hind. Is it a bee?”

“Correct, big guy.” You gleamed at his enthusiasm. “Hence, why he’s called ‘Jolli-bee.”

“That makes sense!” He smiled as he held his chin.

To be honest to yourself, Laios had a fair resemblance to the big bee chef. Both have that cute cheeky open-mouthed grin, the soft round face, and this warm feeling of inexplicable hunger you get when looking at them. Laios has always been a great cook and you’ve loved every meal he served, and Jollibee just reminds you of that nostalgic enjoyment you got out of eating such savory fast foods.

“What would you recommend?” He looked at you as you both stood in the waiting line.

You pointed towards the bright and long menu hanging from the ceiling. “You sure you don’t want to check out the menu first?” Admittedly, you’d love to pick for him. But you wanted to give Laios a chance at that freedom to try out whatever he wants. “You’re the one trying the food out after all.”

“But I trust you!” Laios squeezed your hand as you two slowly approached the cashier. “And you know the food here best— Surprise me. Please? I’ll pay for the food.”

Oh, how could you ever say no to such a thoughtful man. You squeezed his hand back and grinned excitedly. “Nuh uh. It’s my treat! Save us a seat while I order our food, okay?”

You know the man best. You could see it in his calculating eyes as he’s thinking on how to repay you anyway. Perhaps he’ll buy you more of those cute figures of that favorite show you like. He always loved supporting your interests such as you do his. “Alright. I’ll wave you over.”

The two of you eventually settled by a table at a comfy corner. While waiting for the food, Laios would glance around at the other customers. He’d take a peak at what they were eating. There were a variety of burgers, buckets of chicken, and a wide array of drinks.

“You know,” Laios whispered your name. “The color palette of the restaurant reminds me a lot of McDonalds. So much red and yellow, it kinda gives you that hungry effect.”

“Huh, I kinda noticed that as well.” He’s such a nerd for details.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

“Ah, food’s ready,” you indicated from the small machine on the table.

“I’ll pick up the food!” Laios stood up almost immediately with the biggest smile on his face. He left no room for refusals. “Here, lend me the receipt and I’ll be right back!”

As he skipped away from your table, you could catch him bubbling with giggles, eyes closed with excitement. You watched as he proudly displayed the receipt to the staff, retrieved the delicious bagged goods, and sauntered right back to you like a jolly pup who fetched a bone for you. “So, what do we have here?”

“Mm! First, I want you to try the fries. They’re not too salty and they’re the right amount of munchy!” You dug through the bag and pulled out the little cup of fries. You took a fry out and held it out to his mouth.

If it were anybody else you were eating with, they’d probably get taken aback from your forwardness. But this is Laios we’re talking about. He’ll always be excited to support you whenever something interests you. He needn’t say a word as he took a bite of the fry in your hand. He cherished the taste in his mouth with slow chews. He even tilted his head as he tried assessing the right words in his head. Then, his golden eyes beamed. “It’s good!”

The anxiety that once swelled in your heart immediately faded upon this. Oh, you couldn’t love him any less. You dug through the paper bag again. “If you want to add ketchup, here’s some packets for you.”

“Thanks!” He gently took them from your hand. He reached for more fries as well, eating them one at a time in such a polite manner.

“Woah, woah, hold on!” You laughed. “Save some room for the main course!”

“Ah, right! Sorry,” he rubbed the back of his neck as he blushed. “The fries just taste so good already!”

“I know right?” Finally, you pulled out the wrapped burger and placed it in front of Laios. “Here! This is a very iconic menu item of Jollibee’s— a yumburger with cheese! It’s very important that you specify at the register for it to be ‘with cheese’! C’mon, try it out!”

Laios wasted no time. He began unwrapping the burger as you began unwrapping yours as well. You waited until he took the first bite before you could take a bite on your own. You watched him take a big bite, rest onto the back of his chair as he chewed energetically. “Mmm!” He swallowed. “Woah, it’s just like a cheeseburger but without lettuce or tomatoes! The beef is juicy and the cheese is soothing too! The burger is incredibly simple, but it has a delicious sauce that enhances the savoriness overall!”

“Hehe, I’m glad you think so!” You expressed it with a smile. As Laios continued eating, you pulled off the disc covering the bucket of chicken, and you two were engulfed in a strong aroma.

“Ooh! Is that the chicken?” Laios asked. “May I have one?”

“Of course, here. Try it with gravy! It’s super good!” You handed him a drumstick and a little container of gravy.

You could practically see Laios drooling as he poured the sauce carefully onto the piece and expertly chomped down. He hummed with delight, glancing at the ceiling as he did. “I like it! The gravy perfectly complements the juiciness of the chicken! It’s not too oily either! And the skin is sooo crunchy! C’mon! You should dig in too!”

Laios waited for you to start eating as well. He surely didn’t want to spend the afternoon chowing down on his own. Seeing you indulge yourself in food made his heart (and stomach) full.

The two of you would continue eating. It was peaceful just to eat in each other’s company for Laios thought it was more than enough just to have you beside him, eating lunch together without a single worry in the world.

“Oh! I almost forgot about our drinks!” You jolted mid-bite. While you tried digging into the bag once again, Laios casually wiped crumbs off the corner of your lips with his tender thumb. God, the small things he does for you. It could practically make your heart explode.

“Here, these are what you call Coconut Dream Freeze’s!” you said, handing him his little plastic bottle with a straw you already placed for him. “They’re kindaa new? They were released just this summer. I really like them.”

“I see..” Laios took it into his hands. He inspected the white chilly substance with a squint. Then, he sucked onto the straw slowly, sparks slowly glimmering in his eyes. “Huh, it’s sweet, but not in an overbearing way…! It kinda reminds me of taro milk tea.”

“Really? Huh, never thought of it that way.”

“Still, it’s pretty tasty! Perfect for a warm day.” He chuckled before taking another sip of the drink.

It always made your heart burst at the seams whenever he analyzed food that way. Besides his passion for monsters, his love for food sort of reminded you of yourself. You had your fair share of interests too. Rarely you ever get to meet a guy who purely enjoyed his own hobbies and interests too, let alone never afraid to show it. But Laios just gets you.

The rest of lunch was spent eating to your heart’s content. Laios got a brain freeze for a moment, and you suggested putting his thumb on the roof of his mouth. The poor man winced until it went away, and he whimpered a little ‘thank you’ once he finally calmed down. You’ll definitely buy a cup of water from the cashier before you leave maybe.

Once Laios got back to chewing on his food, you’d notice his gaze fixed on the mascot entertaining a children’s birthday party. As much as you knew your boyfriend, you couldn’t quite place exactly what he was thinking most of the time. Laios would have a hard time reading you too sometimes, so exchanging questions has always been a common practice in your relationship. It made things easier that way, and lessened the risk of misunderstanding.

“What’s wrong, Laios?” You placed your hand atop his bigger and surprisingly calloused hand. “You’ve been eyeing the mascot for a while now.”

“Hm?” Upon seeing your concerned expression, he quickly snapped back. “Oh, it’s nothing serious, promise!” He assured you with a gentle smile. “I was just wondering if we could get a picture with him? I want to remember this day. But.. it might come across as weird if we ask in the middle of their party.”

“Oh, Laios.” He’s always such a sweetie. “How about we come up to them once we pack up— together. I’m sure they won’t mind.”

“Really?”

“Of course. C’mon, we should hurry before he leaves!”

Laios was quick to begin packing up your leftovers with you. He insisted on holding the bag while you held your drinks.

You two quietly sauntered towards the Jollibee mascot. Once you finally caught his attention, asking for a picture went without a hitch. Thankfully, a kind stranger offered to take the picture of you three on your phone. You stood by Jollibee’s left, and Laios took the right. Everyone gave big grins, and the picture was taken almost instantly.

You and Laios thanked both the stranger and the mascot before leaving the restaurant. While walking, you wanted to check the photo. You hoped you didn’t look like trash at the time, but Laios consistently reassured you that you looked amazing as ever.

Once you’ve opened your gallery, you clicked onto the photo and it made your insides warm. Laios looked as happy as ever. You could tell that this surely was a day for him to reminisce from now on.

However, your eyes were probably playing tricks on you. You squinted and leaned close to your phone. Laios was smiling the same exact way as the Jollibee mascot. Both with kiddy grins and soft round cheeks that only accentuated his sweet face.

Laios would make a great Jollibee costume for Halloween, you thought. You didn’t want to bring it up to the man just yet. He might get the wrong idea, however, it only made the man that much cuter.

After a few minutes of walking, you two have just arrived home at your shared apartment and placed your leftovers on the coffee table. Not long after you two sunk into the couch, your head resting on the tall man’s shoulder as he had his arm around your waist.

He softly whispered your name.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for the lunch,” Laios said, a sheepish smile on his face as he tried meeting your gaze. His body tensed as he desperately tried not to mess up his words. “I just wanted to get to understand you a bit more. I hope it wasn’t too weird to do it this way.”

“Are you kidding?” You leaned even closer. You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m super happy you got to try the place out. I don’t get to go there often anymore, so… it was nice coming back there and sharing it with you.”

Laios immediately softened at this. He cupped your face and planted a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Guess that means we should come back there again. Or.. if we’re feeling too lazy, we can always order online.”

“Hm,” you giggled. You nest right into his chest where you can feel his warm heartbeat. “Sounds good to me… by the way, would you ever consider cosplaying as Jollibee?”

[comphy-and-cozy]

Homecoming: Crush

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f) x Mikko Rantanen

Summary: JT’s first time back in Denver after signing in Detroit was always going to be memorable, but with the help of a friend, you make it a night he'll never forget. @senditcolton's sister fic coming soon.

Word Count: 8.6K

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Light alcohol use/mention, swearing. Threesome (MFM - no MxM), fingering (vaginal + anal - f receiving), oral sex (m + f receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, mild degradation, dirty talk. You know, the usual.

Masterlist

Leaving Colorado was bittersweet. Denver had been home for years; it was the city you first lived on your own, made new friends, and started your career. It was also where you met JT, fell in love with him, and watched him achieve his dreams of playing in the NHL and, ultimately, winning a Stanley Cup. But when his time wearing an Avalanche jersey came to an end, you were equally excited and hopeful for your future in Detroit. 

The part that was entirely bitter was saying goodbye to your friends that would no longer be just down the road, but instead halfway across the country. Your memories of your last few weeks in Denver were happy, but lined with tears as you bid a see you later to them all.

Meanwhile, your first few weeks in Detroit were layered with excitement of exploring a new city, meeting some of JT’s new (and old) teammates, and getting settled into your new apartment. It was fun to do it with him, turning a new city into a home, and as you grew more comfortable with the change, the people, your new life, you found yourself even more certain that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him by your side.

The date of his return to Colorado has been circled on your calendar since the season started. JT was grateful to have ample time to adjust to life in a new city, on a new team, being the ‘new guy’ for the first time in a long time, before going back to his former home and being exposed to all of the memories and feelings that Denver dredged up. But now that the date looms nearer, there’s a slight flutter of nerves and anticipation that hangs in the air. JT seems to be ignoring it, so you do, too.

So, needless to say, the last thing you expect to come out of his mouth is a proposal gauging your interest in having a threesome with one of his former teammates.

‘Surprise’ is putting it lightly, and you don’t even know where to begin with the millions of questions running through your head, so you start simple. “You’d… you’d like that?”

Heat flares in his eyes and his jaw ticks. “I can’t even begin to describe what watching you get fucked would do to me.”

The bluntness of his words causes warmth to flood through your body in an instant, a low pulse beginning to throb between your legs. You clear your throat. “Did you… have someone in mind?”

A glimmer of amusement shines in his eyes, his lips curling up ever so slightly. “Did you?”

You swallow thickly, heart ticking wildly in your throat under his knowing gaze. The weight of it makes you look away, suddenly very interested in the grain of the hardwood floor beneath your feet. You couldn’t deny the flash of blue eyes, the sound of a deep laugh that echoed through your mind when he’d posed the question…

Chewing on your lip, you try to build up the courage to speak, but the nerves stop your voice from coming out. JT steps closer to you, tilting your chin up with his finger so he can look you in the eye. 

“I’m not going to be mad,” he says softly, and the sincerity in his voice makes you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. His eyes are gentle and warm. “I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t okay with it. I want to know. Want this, if you do.”

You fidget on your feet. Something about it feels so… wrong. Taboo. But you can’t ignore the flash of excitement, the flutter of anticipation at the prospect. Sometimes it’s fun to be wrong. “Are you sure?”

A small smile plays at his mouth, and he moves his hand to interlace his fingers with yours, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of your hand. You smile back, heart warm at the tender action. But then he brings your joined hands down, pressing your palm against the very hard appendage beneath his zipper. “What do you think?”

Oh.

The twitch beneath your touch is all you need to convince you to share the name that’s resting on your tongue.

“...Mikko?” It slips out, quiet, lilted at the end as if it’s a question.

His smile is slow, flickering at the corner of his mouth before it grows into something more broad. “Should’ve known.”

Three weeks later, you find yourself standing in the middle of an ornate hotel room, with a luxurious-looking sofa, floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the mountains, and sleek, modern furniture. In the center of the large bedroom is a king-sized bed with crisp white linens, so pristine you’re almost afraid to sit on it. 

JT had insisted on splurging for a room at the Four Seasons as a way to show appreciation for you flying all the way to Denver to support him; he said if he got the red carpet rolled out for him, then you deserved it, too. You suspect that your extra guest was also a factor in the room selection, like you’re a piece of high, fine art that ought to be enjoyed in a beautiful setting.

You’ve got an Avalanche jersey on, the white #37 proud on your back underneath his nameplate, an obvious claim to who you belong to. Underneath is the lingerie JT bought you special for the occasion—pretty lace encasing your body like a beautifully wrapped present. High, fine art.

Nerves course through you, the cocktail you had at the game not quite enough to protect you from the rapid pulse fluttering in your throat when a knock sounds at the door. Your boyfriend looks at you, silently gauging, confirming you’re still comfortable with the plan. Steeling yourself, you suck in a deep breath and nod.

JT smiles, pressing a kiss against your lips and offering an encouraging squeeze of your hand before moving to answer the door. As it swings open, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of Mikko standing in the hallway, hair damp from his shower. He either ditched his suit or stopped at home to change, now sporting expensive-looking black sweatpants and a hoodie. Even before he steps in the room, his figure is looming; large, broad, towering over your boyfriend, who is already significantly taller than you.

The Finn greets JT first, a grin blooming on his face as he claps his hand and leans in for a hug. “Sorry about the game, brother.”

With a wave of his hand, JT brushes it off. The Red Wings had lost 7-2, and although you know it’d have been much sweeter to win, he says, “Just glad to be back. Feels weird being here.”

“Feels weird that you’re here as a visitor,” Mikko comments, wrinkling his nose at the sentiment. JT nods in agreement, no further statement needed. 

Russet eyes flick to yours, and you watch the smile curl up on his face. “Since you’re hosting, I brought you a gift this time.”

You feel Mikko’s gaze shift to you, and you’re patient in the way your eyes blink over to him, offering a small smile. “Hi, Mikko. It’s good to see you.”

A glimmer of heat flares in his eyes. “It’s good to see you too.”

JT stifles a chuckle. Crossing the room, you go to hug Mikko, warmth coursing through your body when his arms wrap around you. All at once, the sheer size of him hits you, and you feel the way your pussy practically purrs for it.

You pull away, and the tension in the room turns thick, almost tangible, when you look into his eyes. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you pray that he can’t hear the thud of it the way you can. 

“You sure you want this?” Mikko murmurs, hand raising like he wants to caress your face, but he stops himself to make sure you’re really good.

“Always had a crush on you,” you whisper with a smile. You’re not confident in the strength of your voice. 

The corner of his mouth quirks up, and the glitter returns to his eyes as he steps in closer to you. His lips are inches away from yours, your breath frozen in your lungs. “Oh yeah?”

JT’s amused huff behind you offers a gentle encouragement and a surge of confidence washes over you as you let your eyes trail over Mikko’s large frame, over his broad shoulders, his defined chest, the thick thighs that you know could easily crush you. For a moment, you let yourself think all of the filthy, carnal thoughts that have flashed through your mind every time you see him. “Couldn’t help it. You’re so… big.”

His smirk widens, smug and dripping with an air of cocky confidence. It’s always been just a part of life, his intimidating size, but the way you’re devouring him with your heated gaze has him appreciating it in an entirely different light. 

“Baby, you’re drooling and no one’s even taken their clothes off yet,” JT says with a chuckle, and his words have you imagining exactly what Mikko might look like when he does, in fact, remove his clothes. Or maybe he’ll let you do that for him.

“Can you blame me?” you ask.

Mikko’s eyes roam too, lingering over the logo on your chest, though you have a feeling he’s imagining what it’ll look like without the jersey covering your body. 

“I always had a thing for you, too,” he confesses at last. “Always told Comph he had the hottest girl.”

Your heart flutters at the compliment, and your eyes flick to JT’s in surprise. How come he’d never told you? 

“Couldn’t have you running off to be with Mikko. Wanted to have you all to myself,” your boyfriend admits with a smile. “He’s less of a threat now that we’re in different cities.”

At his words, Mikko grins before leaning in to kiss you, almost like he was waiting for a silent permission from JT to touch you; he hovers mere inches away from your face, giving you the choice to change your mind or close the gap. 

It’s a no brainer to meet his mouth with yours. His lips are warm, soft, his fingers sliding into your hair, and you can’t help but sink into him. Your own find purchase on his biceps, strong and huge beneath your fingertips, your knees wobbling slightly when his tongue slips into your mouth.

Kissing Mikko is easy. It’s no wonder JT was cautious. 

Mikko’s hands begin an adventure roaming your back, warming you up to his touch, before he’s reaching behind you to cup your ass with a firm grip. JT’s breathing is ragged, but you can’t tear yourself away from Mikko’s lips to glance at him. It’s only when he pulls away for air that you look at your boyfriend, wings beating in your belly when you see his flushed cheeks and dark eyes. There’s an obvious tent in his pants; you resist the urge to tease him. 

“Comph told me about how good you are with your mouth,” Mikko says, voice husky, like he feels exactly how JT looks. He drags a thumb along your bottom lip, and you let the tip of it dip just past the seam of your mouth. Beside you, JT groans, and the sound encourages you as you slowly slink to your knees in front of Mikko.

“Do you want to see for yourself?”

He sucks in a breath, watching when you reach up to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. Already, he’s hard, and you can’t help but wrap your hand around him—or, try to—over his boxer briefs. He’s firm and warm beneath your hand, and your pussy throbs when you imagine what he’ll feel like inside of you.

You help Mikko divest himself of his pants, kicked to the side while JT takes a seat in the armchair beside you. A glance at him, melting under his smoldering gaze before you’re leaning forward to press your lips against the firm muscle of his quad. He hums, then stifles a chuckle when your teeth bite into his skin gently. 

If you could, you’d spend an hour marking up his thighs, but your attention is drawn back to the erection bobbing above you. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you see the smirk grow on Mikko’s face before you take his tip into your mouth. He curses when your tongue laps at the beaded liquid at the tip, slowly allowing more of his length to slip into your mouth. 

“Fuck, JT wasn’t lying about your mouth, sweetheart,” he groans. JT hums, pleased at the assessment. Part of you wonders exactly what he’d shared with Mikko—and if he’d ever shared with anyone else.

You work Mikko’s cock between your lips, bobbing your head over him with wet, sloppy movements. His hands clench at his sides, an effort to keep from burying them in your hair and fucking your face. Not that you’d mind.

“C’mon, baby, show him how good your throat is,” comes JT’s low murmur of encouragement. “Y’look so pretty when your face is stuffed with cock.”

Inching forward, you take more of him, bit by bit, until he’s brushing at the back of your throat. His hips strain with the effort of resisting bucking into your mouth, mumbling what you presume to be curses in Finnish.

Obediently, you blink up at Mikko to let him know you approve of the way his hips slowly press forward, the head of his dick slipping further down your throat. Your eyes water, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks as he pulses ever so slightly in and out of your mouth.

Quiet curses sound from both men, eyes glued to the way your lips look wrapped around Mikko’s considerable length. You feel another flutter between your thighs, the feeling encouraging the slow stroke of your tongue on the underside of his length. Thick fingers caress your hairline, tucking a handful of it behind your shoulders and out of the way.

“That’s it,” Mikko groans, the low rumble of approval deep in his chest before his head tilts back. “Her mouth—so fucking good, Comph.”

Though he’s talking to your boyfriend, your heart flutters with the praise, and you become determined to hear more of it, to pull more of it from his throat alongside the guttural groans. A deep breath precedes the slackening of your jaw, opening wider to accept him until your lips nestle in the trimmed curls at the base of Mikko’s pelvis. Distantly, you wonder if he landscaped just for you.

“Vitun iso,” Mikko exclaims, pulling himself out of your mouth quickly. The action earns a splutter from you, a gush of saliva and precum spilling out of your mouth at the sudden absence. “You’re gonna make me come and I haven’t even gotten to fuck you yet.”

Coyly, you look up at him, as if you hadn’t been sucking his lights out moments prior. “I like it when you speak Finnish.”

Flames lick in his eyes and he smiles down at you. You lick your lips, a weak attempt at tidying up what you know is a disheveled appearance. But instead of stopping, you lean forward and let your lips press against Mikko’s balls, letting your tongue flatten as it glides along them. He stutters, and so does JT, Mikko’s hands flying back into your hair. 

“Perkele—no, no, baby, y’gotta stop ‘cause I really wanna fuck you.”

Though it takes everything in you to stop, you do, tearing yourself away from his length. Your gaze trails over it, hard and wet and huge, and you lick your lips when you once again envision what it’ll feel like pressing into your wanton, waiting core. Mikko notices, observes the hungry way you watch him, a devilish smirk forming on his face.

“C’mere,” JT murmurs, hand gently nudging at your shoulder as he offers a hand to help you stand. His expression is warm as he looks at you, admiring the sheen on your swollen lips, the watery line of your eyes, gently wiping away a stray tear with his thumb before leaning in to kiss you softly. A tender, sweet moment, a brief check-in without words, silently confirming that you’re good to keep going. 

You’re more than good.

Toying with the hem of your jersey, knuckles caressing the skin of your thigh, JT holds your gaze before he pulls the fabric over your head. Beside you, Mikko groans in approval at the ensemble you’ve hidden beneath the jersey; ivory lace, wrapped around your hips, encasing your breasts, satin straps over your shoulders. Wrapped up like a pretty package.

JT takes a moment to admire you, gaze trailing over the lace and your curves. He casts a glance at Mikko and offers a wink. Like what I’ve done with her?

With an outstretched hand, he guides you to the bed, seating himself against the pillows and motioning for you to sit between his legs. Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of him brushing your hair back, scratching lightly against your scalp as you settle in against his solid frame.

JT’s hands wrap around your body, moving over your breasts, kneading them until your mouth falls open in a sigh. They tickle you slightly as they caress down your sides, firm and steady, tracing over your waist and the lace adorning your hip bones. When they reach the apex of your thighs, you feel a flutter where his fingers ghost over your pelvis, teasing you. A glance at Mikko shows that his attention is focused solely on your center, following JT’s movements the way he’d track a puck.

The breath that Mikko sucks in is audible when your boyfriend parts your thighs, spreading you open like your legs are curtains at an upscale Broadway theater. You watch the way his eyes darken, drinking in the sight of you on display for him. Act I, Scene I.

“Gorgeous, isn’t she?” your boyfriend’s low voice asks, amused by the trance that his friend seems to be under. 

All Mikko does is nod, unwilling to take his eyes off of your body for a single second. “Beautiful.”

“You want to taste?”

At the question, Mikko’s blues shoot up to meet JT’s. Can I? Next, they flick to yours, seeking permission. He doesn’t speak, and neither do you; instead, you let your hand draw between your legs, finger tucking into the fabric before you tug it to the side. It’s consent, permission, and a silent request all at once.

The weight of Mikko’s large body dips into the mattress when he crawls his way toward you. Your heart thuds in your chest as he nears, and you swear you can feel JT’s heart beating just as rapidly against your back. When the Finn reaches you, he wastes no time being shy as his hand reaches for the back of your neck, pulling you toward him to press a heated, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. He devours you, groaning into your mouth while JT’s hands drag along the back straps of your bra, unhooking it. 

Slowly, the straps slide down your arms, and as if he can sense more of your bare skin revealed, Mikko pulls away to admire the sight of your bare shoulders and collarbones. His eyes glitter, though you notice the way his eyes linger on the lace that still covers your breasts, like he’s willing the material to disappear. 

JT anticipates Mikko’s next move and his hands slip around to your front, letting his finger hook into one of the cups before dragging it down. Your breasts fall free, and Mikko stifles a groan, his lip disappearing between his teeth as he takes in the sight of you topless.

“Been thinking ‘bout these tits for a long time,” he murmurs, and you shiver at the statement. Your nipples peak under his gaze. “Ever since I accidentally saw that picture on Comph’s phone.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Pardon me?”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t send a warning before you sent a nude,” JT says in self defense, fighting a chuckle. He falters when he sees Mikko’s large hand cupping your breast—and you’d be lying if you heard a single word that came out of his mouth once Mikko’s warm palm pressed against your skin. His fingers knead the soft tissue, acclimating himself with the feel and size of your breasts; a moan slips out when he lightly pinches your nipple.

“Maybe it was on purpose,” Mikko muses, the glint in his eye passing so quickly you think you must have imagined it. “Maybe she wanted someone to see it.”

JT hums. You glance over your shoulder to ensure that his low groan is one of pleasure and not jealousy or unease, worried the sentiment will upset him. But your eyes catch his, and you see the lust that’s grown in them. At the thought of you seducing his teammate. At the thought of Mikko craving you. His girl. 

The knowledge that you are something that others covet, someone that his friends desire, and yet you crawl into his bed every night is… priceless. He doesn’t try to fight his smile. “That true, sweetheart?” 

“Why else would she send it with no warning?” Head cocked, and a smirk plastered on his face, Mikko adds, “You wanted to show off this gorgeous body, hm? Make everybody jealous of Comphy?”

Your cheeks heat. You had no way of knowing that JT was anywhere near his teammates when you’d sent photos, but you find that you really like the thought of wandering eyes, of someone—Mikko—seeing something private, meant for JT. A shiver runs down your spine. 

Mikko’s heated gaze floats down your frame, to the lace that’s still wrapped around your hips. Watching his eyes trail lower, you wonder if the dampness you feel there is visible. His hand tickles your stomach on its route down to your panties, where the tip of his middle finger runs along the hem, still pulled to the side exposing you. JT’s breathing is practically ragged beside you, both of you watching the way Mikko toys with your entrance. You can’t help but notice how huge his hand looks between your thighs. His fingers are so thick, one or two of them have got to be equivalent to his—

“Who’d you want to see it, baby?” JT probes with his words the same way Mikko’s fingers press gently against your slit. Just teasing, not giving you any relief. 

Your boyfriend’s thumb caresses against the underside of your breast, a breath of a touch that’s just enough to drive you crazy. And with a request like that, you have no choice but to obey. “Him.”

“Tell him, darling.”

“Y-you, Mikko,” your voice falters, cheeks warm as Mikko allows the very tip of his finger to dip inside of you. You’re not sure if the heat is from your confession or from arousal; you’re pretty sure it’s both. 

“Me?” he asks with a low chuckle, as if he’s even trying to pretend he didn’t already know the answer. “Comph, your girl’s a little minx.”

JT’s fingers slither across your skin, slowly kneading and massaging your breast beneath a strong hand, sending a wave of goosebumps down your arms. Lips brush against the tender spot of your shoulder blade, grazing along your skin before pressing a kiss against the crook of your neck and shoulder. His voice is low, so sensual it makes you shiver. “He’s right, sweetheart. You are the most lovely, tempting mistress.”

The butterflies that flutter in your chest threaten to erupt, and Mikko presses his thumb against your throbbing clit as if in agreement. A zing of pleasure shoots through your system and your head falls back against JT’s shoulder, who nuzzles with the side of your face. His thick beard scratches against your jaw. “You gonna let him taste you now?”

A nod is all you can muster, followed by a whine that you hope Mikko accepts as a plea. Luck is on your side, it seems, when he doesn’t drag out your torment any longer, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the lace around your hips and tugging the fabric down your legs. Pulling your thighs apart with painstaking slowness, you watch him make eye contact with JT. An evil smirk curls up on his face before he focuses his gaze back on your center.

He murmurs something in Finnish, tongue darting out to wet his lips. They press gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, soft and slow, relishing the delicious tension. When he finally reaches your center, his tongue takes a long swipe up, collecting your arousal. The heat of his mouth makes you sigh dreamily.

“Fuck,” Mikko groans, “you taste even better than I imagined.”

“Told you,” JT says, then turns his attention to you. His lips brush against the shell of your ear, thick beard tickling the skin while his nose nudges against your hair. “You have the sweetest, tightest, most delicious pussy, baby. I know it, and so does he. Can’t believe it’s all mine to taste and touch and fuck whenever I want.”

Heat blooms in your stomach, blossoming through your veins. The praise, dripping like honey from your boyfriend’s pretty mouth, makes your head spin with desire. Mikko hums from between your legs, enjoying your dripping honey, while JT takes one of your pert nipples between his fingers, rolling gently. He groans behind you, adding on to his commentary, “Pretty, perfect tits, too.”

You preen under his compliment, but your attention snaps back to Mikko when his tongue begins to move, swirling around your lips and slipping inside of you. He explores, familiarizing himself with your pussy, testing out different moves to see how you respond. He licks, sucks, kisses you, tasting your nectar and before long, he’s devouring your forbidden fruit like a starved man. 

Mikko’s curls bob above your pelvis, his blue eyes locked on yours while his tongue wraps around your clit. You cry out, head tossed back against JT’s shoulder, one of his hands sliding up your stomach to knead at your breast. The feeling, paired with Mikko’s mouth on your pussy, licking and delving inside your folds, sends heat coursing through your body.

When your spine curves, your lower back presses against something firm, and your boyfriend hums in your ear. “Feel that? That’s what all your pretty little sounds do to me.”

The gentle pulse of him against your tailbone has a moan slipping from your mouth, encouraging Mikko to keep the rhythmic flicks of his tongue against your entrance. Your hand slides into his curls as his own dig tightly into the sides of your hips, holding you in place. 

“C’mon, baby,” JT whispers, so low that even Mikko probably can’t hear him. “You gonna come for me? Wanna watch you gush all over that handsome face.”

“Mikko,” you sigh, the plea clear in the way you say his name, because you want that, too. Desperately. Your partner takes it as a command, accepting it as an oath, trying his hardest to completely bury his tongue inside of you.

“That’s it,” JT murmurs when your hips rise to meet Mikko’s mouth, rolling against his face and seeking your high. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, keeping his face pressed tightly against you, committed to his silent promise. You’re not positive, but you’re pretty sure that the muffled hum against your pussy is his encouragement too.

Not only is the climax one of the most anticipated orgasms of all time, but it’s also one of the best you’ve ever experienced. White hot heat blazes through your system, pleasure radiating to each cell as Mikko’s lips coax out every last bit of ecstasy from your body. Vision fuzzy, you register the gentle roll of your hips while the remaining waves of your orgasm subside. 

“I like the way you hump his face when you come.” Your boyfriend’s voice is the beacon that pulls you back to reality, oozing with arousal and amusement. 

Mikko pulls away to nod in agreement. The scruff littering his jaw is coated in your slick, and he grins at you, the sheen on his lips beautiful enough to have you pulling him toward you to kiss him, tasting yourself. His voice is low, molten, and it makes you throb despite just having an orgasm on his face. “Your pussy is so perfect, murunen.”

“You wanna fuck it now?” you ask, looking up at him with a smug smile.

“Do you want me to fuck it now?” he poses back, an eyebrow raised.

You nod so earnestly that JT chuckles beside you, and Mikko leans forward to capture your lips once again, his kiss scorching. The slow moan that slips out is a surprise to you, all control over it lost as heat winds back through your body. A wanton whine follows when he tears his lips from yours, crying out at the loss of him against your skin.

“M’not sure you’re ready for me to fuck you, baby,” he says with a smirk. 

“Trust me,” you purr, catching his hand in yours and drawing it to your center. He growls when you plunge the tip of his middle finger inside of yourself, the sound nearly covering your gasp. “I’m ready.”

JT groans loudly watching you grip Mikko’s wrist, guiding his hand to dip in and out of your pussy. “Fuuuuck. That’s it, baby, fuck yourself with his fingers.”

The Finn chuckles deeply. “She liked that, Comph. She just squeezed me so fuckin’ tight.”

“Yeah?” JT says with a smirk. His voice is a low whisper in your ear. “Why don’t you get yourself ready to take his cock?”

At his command, you slide Mikko’s finger in and out of you, urging him to add a second, a gasp rumbling out when he curls the digits inside of your heat. You’re in awe that just two of his fingers stretch you out so deliciously, slipping in and out of you with wet, squelching sounds. His eyes hold firm with yours, letting your hand guide his wrist, head leaning back at the pleasure his fingers shoot through your body. Your hand moves his wrist faster, your moans lilting higher.

The feeling is heavenly, but it’s not enough. You need more. 

Mikko is on the same page when he takes control of his hand back, ceasing his movements. Pressing his fingers past your lips, he earns your complete attention even as JT shifts out from behind you to kneel beside you on the bed. Your essence is tangy on your tongue, the pad of Mikko’s middle and index finger gently massaging it; your lips wrap around his digits and suck obediently, mimicking the exact way you sucked his dick earlier. With a smirk, Mikko pulls his hand away and you swallow thickly before turning your attention to the redhead next to you.

“J,” you whisper, glancing at the bulge that was just throbbing against your back. “Let me take care of that.”

Your boyfriend smiles, a glimmer of affection in his brown eyes before he reaches down to palm himself. But to your surprise, he shakes his head. “Nah, baby, I’m okay. Jus’ wanna watch for now.”

“Are… you sure?” you ask, another glance at his erection. Mikko’s still there, his own erection standing proudly, silently tempting you with a primal promise of ecstasy, but for the moment, you’re more concerned about ensuring your partner is as satisfied and willing as you are for this to continue.

JT tips your chin up with the crook of his finger, closing the gap between your lips. It’s soft and sweet, and maybe a tiny bit of a pageant display for his friend, who stands watching the two of you closely. “Remember how badly I want to watch you get fucked?”

Heat blooms in your cheeks—and between your legs—when you see the fire in his eyes, pupils blown. Your teeth dig into your lip, taking a shaky breath before you glance back at Mikko, a silent nod to let him know you’re good to continue. He returns the action, tugging off his shirt until he stands before you, a fucking Greek god statue—only instead of carefully sculpted marble, he’s lithe limbs, rippling muscles, warm flesh that you can feel, taste, touch. 

You can’t help but gape at him. You’ve been treated like the piece of art tonight, but he is the true masterpiece. 

Large hands grasp at your hips, tugging you toward the edge of the bed, until your core is mere inches from his own pelvis. Your eyes are locked on his hand: wrapped tightly around his length, stroking himself smoothly, the muscle of his bicep jumping deliciously at the movement. Your mouth waters. So does your pussy.

“You want it?” he asks, dimple peeking out beside his smirk. His eyes stay on yours even while he continues rubbing the tip of his dick against your entrance, bumping steadily into your clit. It sends a jolt of pleasure through your veins, and your hips buck toward him. “Aw, come on, tell me.”

“Mikko,” you whine, “please.”

“Tell him what you want, honey.” JT’s command is gentle, but firm. 

Your eyes trail up the cut lines of Mikko’s wide frame, admiring the sheer size of him—ignoring the wanton throb of your pussy at the size of his cock, positioned right at your entrance—and look into his baby blues. With your bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you let your legs fall open a little more, spreading yourself wide. You don’t miss the way his eyes flick to the center of your thighs, feasting on the view of you, open and wet and waiting. It earns another pulse deep in your core.

“Fuck me, please, Mikko. Been wanting this for so long. Need you so bad.”

A dimpled smirk meets your desperate gaze, and JT looses out a heavy sigh as he watches your pussy greedily swallow Mikko’s dick inch by inch. He’s impossibly huge, stretching you so wide you can’t help the way your eyes roll back at the sensation. 

“Shit,” he barks out, accent strong. “Your cunt is pretty and tight, baby.”

With a moan, you let your heels dig into the flesh of his ass, encouraging him to move further—though you’re not sure there’s any room left with how much of him there is. He chuckles low, a rumble deep in his broad chest, leaning forward to bracket his arms around your head as he starts a slow, steady pace. Mikko’s lips press against yours, drinking in your soft whimpers while your arms wrap around his shoulders, clutching onto him.

Exploring lips make their way down your jaw and to your neck, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. Lowly, he murmurs strings of Finnish in your ear, the sound stoking the flame inside of you. Each press of his hips drives more and more pleasure through your veins, already laughably close to your peak. Your heart thuds in your throat, your breasts pressed against his chest while he sucks a mark into your skin. A mark, like so many left before in its wake, but a first in the shape of Mikko’s teeth.

The sound of JT groaning has your eyes fluttering open, glancing over at him beside you on the bed; you’d almost forgotten he was there, the feeling of Mikko inside you pulling all thought from your mind. JT’s shed his shirt, his pants unzipped and hand fisting at his length. His eyes are on your body, on the mark on your neck, but then they flick to yours and he winks.

You’ve seen it before, your boyfriend stroking himself before he slides into you, but you’ve never seen him like this—wanton, desperate, jerking himself off to the sight of you. It sends heat coursing through your body, an adrenaline that you didn’t expect. To know that he’s turned on, fueled by the sight of you with another man. 

And not just any man—his teammate. His friend. His brother.

Jealous, Mikko nips at your neck to bring your focus back to him. He pulls away, holding you with nothing but his steady gaze, the blues of his eyes locked with yours, his hips moving steadily to continue driving his length into you. It’s intense, intimate, unwavering. Each thrust forward sends you further into blissful oblivion. 

When Mikko rises to his full height, he tugs your hips harder so he can continue pounding into you at his relentless pace. Your body slides against the formerly pristine sheets, now wrinkled underneath your romp with a large Finn. His hands slide up your arms, interlacing your fingers together before pinning them above your head. A smirk rises on his face when your back arches into him, the only way you can press more of your skin against his, desperate for his heat.

JT’s voice is a gentle purr. “You like that, sweetheart? Can hear how fucking wet you are. Makin’ a mess all over his cock, aren’t you?” His attention turns to the Finn. “Aren’t I the luckiest man in the world, Rants? Coming home to that pussy every night?”

Mikko nods in agreement, eyes glued to the way you’re wrapped around his length, snug and wet and warm. “Dunno how you get anything done with her in your bed. Tightest cunt.”

JT’s smile is greedy, like a cheshire cat, and he brushes the hair out of your face with an affectionate hand. “She’s definitely a tempting little vixen.”

His thumb strokes a soothing caress on your jawline, and you can’t help it when you twist your head just slightly to take it between your lips, looking up at him with wide, unfocused eyes. Mikko curses, his thrusts faltering as he watches you suck on your boyfriend’s digit obediently. “Fuck. Such a good girl.”

“You are,” JT murmurs, admiring the way your tongue flicks at the pad of his finger. You release it, beaming proudly. “My beautiful, perfect, good girl. Takin’ his big dick like that.”

Mikko’s hands grip tighter on your waist, his thumbs nearly touching with how large they are wrapped around your sides, like he’s silently commanding you to pay attention to him. His eyes connect with yours, the soft blues a deeper shade as he drives home. The only sounds in the room are that of your moans and hips slapping against the underside of your thighs. He’s impossibly deep, stroking inside your guts, touching places that no one has ever reached before. It’s sinful and wicked and you want more. 

“Mikko,” you sigh, fingers slipping into his disheveled curls, “d-don’t stop.”

JT takes your lilted whine as a call to action, nudging at your chin gently to tilt your face toward him. He doesn’t have to say anything, just dances his marriage and middle fingers across your lips before you take them obediently in your mouth.

He hums, pressing his fingers farther in, feeling the way your tongue lolls against them. “Nice and wet, darlin’. That’s it.”

You gasp when he pulls them out, a gossamer strand of saliva connecting your wet lips with his fingers. He doesn’t waste any time before he reaches between yours and Mikko’s bodies, pressing both fingers against your clit. JT’s rhythm is slow, intentional, patient, pulsing at half the tempo of Mikko’s hips; he listens to the sounds of skin on skin, the slick of your pretty pussy getting fucked, and your gorgeous pornstar moans—and, more importantly, the silence when your breath catches in your throat.

You’re close.

JT presses harder, rubbing with more speed, Mikko’s hips following suit like following a leader. Your mouth falls open, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as you stutter a cry and your orgasm rips through you. Mikko’s thrusts remain constant, milking out the waves of your climax until your legs are trembling around his waist. Weakly, your arm raises to knock JT’s hand away, the pressure from his fingers overstimulating.

Your second orgasm, it seems, is enough to have JT shucking off the remainder of his disheveled clothes, laying on his back on the mattress and beckoning for you with a finger. It’s on shaky legs that you approach him, savoring the feel of his fingertips brushing against your thigh. “Come sit on my face, sweetheart. Wanna taste what he did to you.”

Not five seconds after you’ve agreed with a nod, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to haul you over his head, and you shriek with delighted surprise. Mikko chuckles beside you, the sound quickly turning into more of a growl when he watches you settle onto your boyfriend’s face. Auburn hair and a small peek of his forehead are the only things that reveal his identity, his nose wedged up against your clit.

JT hums, tongue lapping up cautiously at your entrance, testing if the action overstimulates you. It doesn’t, instead earning an indulgent sigh from you, and he wastes no time in diving between your folds with his tongue. The feeling is different, more familiar than Mikko, who’s taken a seat at the edge of the mattress, content to watch for now.

“You taste so good after you’ve been fucked,” comes JT’s muffled voice from between your thighs. The gentle vibration against your core sends a shiver down your spine, his words earning a fresh ooze onto his lips. “So fucking wet, baby. So hot.”

JT’s hands grip at the globes of your ass, keeping you pressed against him as his tongue delves into your folds, feasting on exactly what Mikko did to you. What he finds, he must like, for his pleasured groan is both audible and felt vibrating between your legs. He’s diligent in the way he flicks at your clit, lapping up your arousal. 

You lose track of time as your boyfriend eats his way to your heart, relishing in the way his tongue works magic on your pussy. Over the years, he’s dedicated hours of his time to learning what makes you sigh, studying what gets your hips to move against him, memorizing what makes you drip nectar onto his tongue. Beside you, Mikko strokes himself leisurely, watching intently, like he’s studying tape of an upcoming opponent. 

JT nudges you with his hands, coming up for air. His thick, russet beard is drenched in you; the sight makes your walls clench. “Think m’gonna take you up on your offer,” he says, gently encouraging you to slide off of his face. “Wanna be inside this delicious little cunt.”

The body part in question flutters with anticipation, greedy for more despite having been filled to the brim not long ago. You follow the motion of JT’s hand to sling a leg over his hips. His erection, bobbing patiently above his stomach, leaks into a small pool of precum in the dark auburn hair above his belly button. 

JT shifts, sitting up to meet your lips. The world around you floats away underneath the spell of his kiss; for a moment, you’re all alone. His caress brings you back to reality, one hand on your waist, the other on your neck, holding your jaw.

“Ride me,” he whispers against your mouth, helping you to shift your hips upward so that he can line his tip up with your entrance. With an open-mouthed sigh against his lips, you sink down onto him.

Swallowing his groan, the two of you move in sync to find a rhythm that’s slow and steady; it’s intimate, your thighs wrapped around his waist and your bodies pressed against one another. Nearly every inch of your body is touching him, connected to him—and your new partner loves it.

“You look good riding his dick like that, murunen,” Mikko says, watching the way your hips roll leisurely circles atop his friend’s lap. “Can’t believe he kept you to himself all this time.”

“Can you blame me?” your redhead asks, tearing his lips away from yours to look at his friend. You follow suit, surprised at the hunger in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you, hips circling in hypnotizing motions. You quell the urge to shiver under his watchful gaze. “You’d do the same damn thing, if you were me.”

“Can’t deny that,” Mikko agrees with a grin, then cocks his head toward you. “Probably wouldn’t ever let you leave my bed.”

“Who says I’m going to let you leave mine?” 

Mikko’s brows raise in surprise, then a smile cracks over his face as he laughs. His smile falters when JT’s lips dutifully return to your neck, tongue soothing the sensitive skin. Your redhead’s skin is hot against yours, creating a twin mark beside the one that Mikko left.

“Darlin’,” JT husks against your collarbone. “You ready for Mikko to fuck you again?”

Your heart skips a beat at the question, and simultaneously, a disappointed whimper leaves your throat. “Was gonna come on your dick. Want to.”

The soft exhale of JT’s laugh caresses your skin. You can feel the curve of his smile against your neck as his hand stills the movement of your hips. His voice is sympathetic as he purrs, “I know, baby. But I get to feel this tight pussy grippin’ me every night; Mikko doesn’t. Wanna be a good host, don’t you?”

His words, his confidence make your heart swell—and your pussy clench. Talk about big dick energy. Another chuckle breathes against your collarbone, and you know he felt it. He knows how much it turns you on, how much you love being Mikko’s party favor. The sensation is nearly overwhelming.

“How generous of you,” Mikko says. “I would’ve kept that orgasm all to myself.”

Your body is weak, mind a little hazy as four hands help to maneuver you off of JT’s body and onto your hands and knees. Resting your head against your forearms, you smile up to your boyfriend while Mikko’s tip teases your center.

“Mikko, please,” you whine. Your voice is wanton, pussy humming with the ache of an almost-release. “Fuck me. Need it.”

“She gets a little cockdrunk at this point,” JT explains, a loving sort of pride etched onto his face, “after a few orgasms. So pretty and obedient.”

You let your waist sway, hoping to goad Mikko into plunging his length into you. He tsks, sliding his shaft against your clit as if to reprimand you, instead eliciting a moan from you. The sensation isn’t nearly enough; you need to feel him buried inside of you.

JT hums, his voice dripping with amusement and approval. “I love when you’re desperate. You get so slutty.”

“Please,” you whine again, sighing when your greedy pussy gives another heavy throb, desperate for another orgasm. You can’t find the energy in you to plead, wouldn’t be able to find the words for how bad you want him even if you tried, so it’ll have to do. 

Mikko’s merciful, granting you a sinful relief when he slips back inside of you. Your fingers grasp at the sheets, trying your best to stay upright despite how heavenly he feels, filling you up to the hilt. He finds his rhythm, rougher than before, his hips slapping against your ass. Distantly, you wonder if his resolve is slipping.

“Fuck, dude, how do you handle all this ass?”

A smile drifts its way onto your face, feeling the heat from Mikko’s gaze. His hands roam freely over the curve of your ass, over your hips, up your spine, all while he rearranges your guts. The tip of his finger trails over the ridges of your spine until it finally lands between the globes of your ass. He muses, “Now what’s this?”

JT’s chuckle is low. Evil, even.

“May I?” Mikko’s question makes your skin thrum with heat. His finger drags along your backside, the touch featherlight. It’s teasing, torturous, sinful, contrasting with the rough, deep thrusts of his cock into you.

The pad of his finger rests against your puckered hole, applying just enough pressure for you to feel it and moan. Only two words exist in your mind, void of all other thought.

“Mikko, please.”

“Filthy girl,” JT chimes in. The designation makes you shiver.

Mikko’s hips maintain their relentless rhythm, his tip striking at the most delicious angle to have you seeing stars. Your third orgasm lingers, body aching for one more release, greedily accepting his assault on your pussy. When the tip of his finger presses past the resistance of your hole, a guttural moan slips out of your throat. The sensation earns a deep throb of your clit, swollen and needy; one hand leaves its post on the bed to frantically paw at it. 

A low exhale sounds from Mikko behind you, and you can tell by his ragged breath that he’s approaching his climax as well. His finger presses deeper inside of you and on his next thrust, your world shatters. Weakly, your walls convulse around his length, the force of your release sucking the air out of your lungs. 

Through the haze, you hear JT’s voice followed by a deeper one—Mikko’s—before gentle hands stroke the hair out of your face. You’re aware of a feeling of emptiness, soon registering that Mikko is no longer sheathed inside you, but kneeling beside you. 

When your eyes open, it’s his blue ones that you see first. Smiling down at you, he says, “Hi, kultsi. How you doing?”

“Good,” you manage to say. After sitting up, your eyes are drawn to his erection, glistening with you. Next to him, JT’s length also bobs between his legs, and your mouth waters at the prospect.

Your gaze floats between both of them as you move off the bed and sink to your knees. They follow in unison, in sync with you and one another, coming to stand side by side before you. The sight is intimidating, truly: gazing up at two very strong, very muscular men, their erections hovering above you. 

Licking your lips, you press forward to lick at Mikko’s length, eager to taste yourself on him. JT waits patiently, watching the way your lips work down Mikko’s shaft. Your cheeks hollow, tongue swirling on the underside of him. 

A hand gently threads its way into your hair, gently guiding you off of Mikko’s cock and toward JT’s. You blink up at him, his brown eyes warm as they watch you. Etched on his face is an expression of pride, and you respond to it by dragging your tongue up his length. He groans, stroking your cheek with his thumb while you press kisses up to his tip, lapping at it before taking it between your lips. 

It’s not long before Mikko’s hand comes to the other side of your head, drawing you back toward him. Their pace quickens as they chauffeur you from cock to cock, cheeks growing more flushed as they work themselves up to their climax. Mikko’s loud groan fills the room first, warm splatters landing on your face with his climax. Salty droplets dribble toward your lips and you can’t help but lick them off before turning to smile at JT. 

The sight of you covered in his friend’s cum, marked by it, must be what spurs his own release, contributing to Mikko’s original artwork. Your tongue sticks out to catch him, earning a low groan from both of them as you swallow it. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” JT says with a bemused smile. “You know that?”

“Welcome back to Denver, baby.”

Author's Note: Happy New Year! Here at comphy-and-cozy, we're kicking 2025 off with a bang. It's been a long time coming (no, literally, this fic is a year late, but what's new?). Y'all know this is basically my dream threesome with a very C-esque angle. I had a blast working on this project with my friend and one of my favorite writers, Nicole! I hope you all enjoy the dual perspective of this series. 😜

Finnish translations (from Reddit and Google): vitun iso = fucking good perkele = shit murunen = little crumb (affectionate pet name, akin to 'sweet little thing') kultsi = honey or babe

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[eternitariant]

** this is part of something hugenormous i'm working on that's like... pre pilot supernatural but i love this lil part so much- also, the whole things entirely self serving and i currently have red hair so those details have been omitted but it does make it clunky and im sorry**

~~ you're working in a Coyote Ugly style bar at the time of this~~

You were up on the bar, having the time of your life as you ran through the choreography. After you'd shaken your ass in a circle, you whipped your head around and happened to catch a familiar face in the crowd. You got so excited that you jumped down and ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck and he hugged you, lifting your feet off the ground.

"What are you doing here?" you chirped as he set you back down,

"Thought i'd surprise you." Dean smiled,

"I gotta get back up there and finish but you'll wait for me, right?"

"Course." he nodded and watched as you leapt back up onto the bar and didn't even miss a beat.

As you were slinging drinks at drunken crowds, Dean was bumped into by some imbecile who thought it was the perfect way to open up a conversation

"Dude! You know the *your hair colour* right?" the guy slurred, far too excitedly for Dean's liking and his jaw clenched,

"Yep." he gritted,

"Holy shit! She your girl?" the stranger asked and Dean glanced over at you before nodding,

"She's smokin' hot. I come here every night to watch her."

"Yeah. Okay pal." Dean chastised, walking away and finding a seat at the corner of the bar to wait until your shift finished.

A couple hours later you came back out from behind the bar and beamed at him,

"Alright hot shot, take me home."

"As you wish." he playfully bowed his head at you and you shoved his arm as you laughed. Dean stayed cautiously close to you, his hand pressed gently against your shoulder blade as you walked,

"Why are you being weird?" you asked at his sudden touchiness,

"Because some drunk idiot told me he's here every night for a smoking hot *your hair colour*." he hushed chivalrously, "Doesn't sit right with me."

"Oh," you nodded, pausing your steps and facing him, "who's the girl?"

Dean rolled his eyes dramatically and grabbed a handful of your hair, holding it up to your face as he huffed and you realised they'd both been talking about you,

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." he mocked, irritated with your lack of self awareness

"You could be preventing me from meeting the love of my life you know." you teased lightly, smiling as you let him open the door for you,

"Y/N, the love of your life is not that guy." he said in disgust as he sneered towards the man he'd spoken to earlier who was now puking next to a dumpster,

"Okay, probably not." you conceded with a giggle as you let Dean manoeuvre you slightly in front of him.

Keeping a hand firmly on your waist, he lead you out to the impala and opened that door for you too.

As the engine turned over he cleared his throat and asked,

"You ever think about that?"

"Think about what?" you asked, tossing your hair up into a ponytail

"I mean... you know, like love." he uttered awkwardly and your head tilted as you thought about it,

"No. Not really." you paused, "Not ever."

"Ever?" he asked surprised, quickly flicking his head toward you and then back at the road,

"No? I mean... can't miss what you never had i guess. So, i don't think about it." you confessed,

"Right," he dragged, "but you don't ever think about like... being with someone."

"hmm... nope."

"Don't all girls dream about their weddings?" he tried to lighten the mood and you smiled but there wasn't any humour in your voice,

"That's not very realistic for people like us, is it?"

His head cocked to the side, "Well... no. Probably not."

"Do you think about it?" you asked and he paused for a while, pursing his lips slightly as the thought,

"Sometimes, yeah."

You were nodding silently as you actually did begin to think about it for the first time ever,

"For what it's worth..." he turned towards you and you continued, "i think you'd be the coolest husband."

"Yeah?" he smirked proudly, "I would, wouldn't i"

[hottubdarling]

Poolside-inspired Luigi Mangione x reader.

summary — he's cleaning your swimming pool twice a week and you start falling in love w him

this fic is inspired by the poolside short film and lyrics of lana del rey songs!

English is not my first language!

Summer came, you saved money for cute sun dresses and body moisturizers the whole year, and you can't wait to feel that salty scent in your clothes.

Your parents finally uncovered the swimming pool, and you couldn’t be happier. But it was dirtier than the usual, it was actually a mess, spiders and little worms everywhere. You hadn’t enough money to buy a cleaning robot and you didn’t know how to clean a pool properly, so, the only alternative would be hire someone to do that.

Your dad started looking for pool cleaners online and found a guy, who was cleaning pools during the whole summer as a hobby. At first he was kinda reluctant about hiring him, he was fearing he couldn’t be professional enough, so he called him for more information.

Your parents decided to engage him twice a week, he would come to your house tomorrow to assess the pool and start cleaning, you couldn't be more excited to finally go back to swimming!

Next day came. You put your black bikini on under a blue sundress and went to the backyard. You lay down in the grass and played nintendo the whole morning.

Someone rang the doorbell, and your mother's high heels made a huge noise throughout the house.

You heard a male voice in the hallway, talking about schedules, money and stuff like that. "He’s the pool guy" you thought. You stayed playing nintendo in your sun lounger, as you hadn’t heard nothing.

He knocked the backyard glass door, then he came out. You greeted him and smiling, like you weren’t exploding inside. He was really cute to be honest. His smile was more pleasant that any swiming pool, he couldn’t leave, even if he left your pool perfectly clean.

You couldn’t pay attention to your video game anymore, but you couldn’t look at him properly. You was just maladaptive daydreaming, looking at the dirty water.

— So, how is your summer going? - he asked you

— Having fun at home - you answered. I'm gonna start having more fun now when I can use the pool.

— That's cool. I'm cleaning pools for fun, it's a nice way to make new friends, as crazy it seems.

— My neighbor has this robot, its like a little vacuum, it goes into the pool and it does your job.

— He didn’t answered, he was just starred at you for a few seconds and smirked.

After a few minutes, the pool was sparkling. When he was leaving, you heard your mom screaming in the living room. When you came in, he was in the couch, shirtless and sunburned.

— Are you crazy?- she said. Please put on a shirt next time. Im gonna pick up a relief, please take care of him.

She closed the door, and now you two were alone. You wanted to apologize, but it wasn’t your fault, so you stayed silent and started rubbing a cold towel on his back.

—Thanks for being so nice

— No problem

You two stayed in silence. Suddenly, your mother came back and took care of the situation herself.

-See you in three days.

You spent that three days thinking about him, you needed to do something to offset what happened, the fact that he was hot just made the things worse.

You were in the backyard, as always. He looked better than three days ago, he also looked hotter.

— Hey, you don’t need to do this today - you said. Just come in and drink something, I feel really sorry for what happened.

He starred at you for a couple minutes like you were saying the most out of this world thing ever, but it looked like he was liking what he was hearing.

—I am insisting, okay?

You filled your cup with lemonade at least three times while you two were talking, and you didn’t even noticed. Next to him, hours started looking like seconds, he was the smartest and the most beautiful guy you’ve ever met in the entire summer.

— This might be crazy, but, do you wanna go swimming with me?

He started laughing, shaking his head multiple times.

— Im serious, just put sunscreen on before

10 minutes later, you two were in the sparkling water, he wanted to teach you how to float.

He put his hand in the back of your neck while the other hand was grabbing your waist. His brown eyes looked like fire, you wanted to cry.

You two were lying if you said that nothing was happening at this moment, you had a boyfriend, but right now, he looked like a random guy next to the man who was holding you in his big arms.

He placed his hand at your your face and put his fingers inside your mouth. You stopped feeling your body, and just let him do whatever he wanted. You were completely in love.

[natasaa13]

"You're trouble" ft. Choso Kamo

Part 3

Previous

"You’re trouble, you know that?” Choso murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.

Musa laughed softly, her hands still resting on his chest. “You’re not exactly innocent yourself.”

“Fair enough,” he said, his smirk widening.

Weeks had passed since that chance encounter in the library, and Musa’s days had taken on a new rhythm. Every morning, she’d wake up to a text from Choso.

Cho🦝: Good morning, princess. Don’t forget you’ve got that group project today.

It made her smile every time. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, spanning everything from their professors’ quirks to Satoru’s latest chaos.

Musa🐰: He really tried to convince the professor that his essay vanished into the ether?

Cho🦝: It’s Satoru. I think he almost had them convinced until Suguru called him out.

By night, their texts became even more intimate.

Cho🦝: Goodnight, Musa. Sweet dreams.

Musa: Goodnight, Cho. You too.

It was these little exchanges that had Musa falling, slowly but surely. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment her feelings shifted, but now, whenever she saw his name on her screen or heard his deep, calming voice, her heart raced.

--------------------------------------------

One afternoon, Musa was walking through the bustling college halls with Shoko. The brunette was grinning ear to ear, her excitement palpable.

“Suguru and I went bowling last week” Shoko began, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Let me tell you, your brother is—”

“Stop.” Musa held up a hand, her face scrunched in mock disgust. “I don’t want to hear how ‘hot’ my brother is.”

“But he is,” Shoko teased, nudging her playfully. “Honestly, you’re lucky you’re related, or—”

“Shoko!” Musa groaned, covering her ears.

Laughing, Shoko relented, changing the subject. “Fine, fine. Speaking of handsome guys, how are things with Choso?”

Musa felt her cheeks heat up. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on,” Shoko said, giving her a knowing look. “You two have been talking non-stop. Are you finally going to admit you like him?”

Musa hesitated, biting her lip. “Okay… maybe I do. But what if he doesn’t feel the same? I mean, he’s so calm and collected, and I’m just… me.”

Shoko waved off her concern. “Musa, you’re amazing. If he doesn’t see that, he’s blind. But you won’t know unless you try.”

Musa sighed, her shoulders slumping. “And what about Suguru? He’s going to freak out if he finds out I like one of his friends.”

“That’s true,” Shoko admitted with a shrug. “But it’s not like he can stop you. Besides, this is about you and Choso, not him.”

Musa nodded, though her doubts lingered.

“I’ve got an idea,” Shoko said suddenly, her eyes lighting up. “Suguru and I are going out to dinner tomorrow night. Why don’t you invite Choso over while we’re out? See how it goes.”

“Are you sure?” Musa asked, unsure but intrigued.

“Absolutely,” Shoko replied, grinning. “Just text me when we’re on the way back so you can, you know, hide him before your brother loses his mind.”

Musa couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Okay. I’ll think about it.”

But as they continued down the hallway, she already knew she was going to do it. The thought of having Choso over made her heart flutter, and for the first time, she felt like she was taking a step toward something real.

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The day started off like any other for Musa. Her phone buzzed as she walked across campus, and she couldn’t help but smile when she saw the notification.

Cho🦝: Found this one today, thought you’d like it.

It was another meme of a cat doing something ridiculously silly, this time trying to fit itself into a tiny vase. Musa giggled, her thumbs flying over the keyboard.

Musa🐰: Where do you even find these?

Cho🦝: Secret cat meme stash. I could share, but then I’d have to silence you.

Musa🐰: A little extreme for memes, don’t you think?

Cho🦝: Maybe. But you’re smiling, right?

She paused, realizing she was grinning from ear to ear. Before she could respond, someone grabbed her by the shoulders, making her jump.

“Boo!” Satoru’s familiar voice rang out behind her.

“Ugh, Satoru! What is wrong with you?” Musa clutched her chest, glaring at him.

“What’s wrong with you? Walking around with that goofy smile,” Satoru teased, peering over her shoulder. “What’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing!” Musa said quickly, slipping her phone into her pocket.

Satoru wasn’t convinced. With his usual chaotic energy, he reached out and snatched the phone before she could react.

“Satoru, no! Give it back!” she pleaded, jumping to grab it.

But he was too tall, holding the phone high above her head as he unlocked it. His eyes immediately landed on the contact name: ‘Cho🦝’.

He froze, staring at the screen. Then, slowly, he turned to her, his eyes wide with mock disbelief. “Cho?”

“Give it back, Satoru,” Musa hissed, her face turning crimson.

“Oh. My. God,” Satoru said, his grin spreading like wildfire. “I knew it!”

“Knew what?!” Musa exclaimed, still trying to grab her phone.

“You and Choso!” Satoru shouted dramatically, spinning around in a circle. “I knew something was up!”

“Satoru, keep your voice down!” Musa pleaded, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

But Satoru wasn’t done. He shoved the phone back into her hands and crossed his arms, suddenly adopting a much more serious expression. “Alright, Musa. Spill. How did this happen? When did it start? And, most importantly, where is this going?”

Musa groaned, covering her face with her hands. “You’re not my brother, Satoru. I don’t owe you answers.”

“Yeah, but I’m like your brother, which means I get to do the overprotective thing now.” He leaned in closer, squinting. “Does Suguru know?”

“No!” Musa snapped. “And he’s not going to find out—especially not from you.”

Satoru raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. But seriously, Musa. How did this happen? You two barely talked before.”

Musa sighed, deciding there was no way to avoid the conversation. “It just… happened, okay? We started texting after a library study session, and now we talk every day. It’s nothing serious.”

Satoru tilted his head, a rare softness in his tone. “Do you like him?”

Musa hesitated, but eventually, she nodded. “Yeah, I think so”

Satoru’s teasing demeanor hardened for a moment, an unusually serious look crossing his face. “Listen, Musa. Choso’s my friend, but you should know… he’s not exactly the ‘settle down’ type. He’s been known to hop from girl to girl when he gets bored.”

Musa’s chest tightened at his words, but she managed to keep her voice steady. “You really think he’d do that to me?”

Satoru sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen him with someone like you, but that doesn’t mean he’s changed. Just… be careful, okay? You’re my favorite little troublemaker, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Musa nodded, a lump forming in her throat. “Thanks, Satoru. I’ll be careful.”

Satoru smiled, ruffling her hair. “Alright, secret’s safe with me—for now. But if Choso hurts you, I’m feeding him to the cats he loves so much.”

Musa couldn’t help but laugh, grateful for Satoru’s chaotic but supportive energy.

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The first class of the day was dragging. Musa tapped her pen against her notebook, her attention drifting far from the professor's monotone lecture. Her phone buzzed faintly in her bag, and she instinctively reached for it.

Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard as she debated whether to text Choso. Finally, she mustered up the courage.

Musa🐰: Hey, do you wanna hang out tonight? Suguru and Shoko are going out, so the house’ll be quiet.

The message sent, and Musa stared at her phone, nerves building. A few minutes later, her phone vibrated with Choso’s reply.

Cho🦝: Sure. What time?

Musa grinned, her stomach flipping in excitement.

Musa🐰: Come over around 7?

Cho🦝: I’ll be there.

The simplicity of his response only made her smile grow. She tucked her phone away and tried to focus on the lecture, but the rest of the class was a blur. All she could think about was seeing Choso later.

When the class ended, she quickly sent another text to Shoko.

Musa🐰: The plan’s on. Let me know when you and Suguru are heading back.

Shoko’s reply came almost instantly: You got it. Good luck, girl 😉.

Musa couldn’t stop smiling as she walked to her next class, her heart racing with anticipation for the night ahead.

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At home, Musa was pacing around the living room, anxiously glancing at the clock. She had just finished tidying up, ensuring the space looked effortlessly casual, when Suguru walked in, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. He paused mid-step, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied her.

"You've been acting weird lately," he said, folding his arms. "Is everything okay?"

Musa froze, her heart skipping a beat. "What? I'm fine! Why would you think something's wrong?"

Suguru raised an eyebrow. "I don’t know, maybe because you keep pacing like you're waiting for something—or someone."

"I'm not waiting for anyone," she blurted, a little too quickly.

He frowned, stepping closer. "Are you sure? I mean, if something’s bothering you, you can talk to me." His tone softened. "Is it because I’ve been spending so much time with Shoko? I know I’ve been busy, but I never want you to feel left out."

Musa's guilt flared, but she quickly shook her head. "No! It’s not that, I promise. I’m happy for you and Shoko."

Suguru searched her face, unconvinced. "Then what is it? Because if you're not feeling well, I can stay home. Dinner can wait."

"No, absolutely not," Musa said, her voice firm. "I’m fine. You’ve been looking forward to this, and so has Shoko. Go. I'll be okay."

Suguru hesitated, his brows knitting together. "You’re sure? You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?"

"Yes, I promise," she insisted, ushering him toward the door. "If anything happens, I’ll text you, but I doubt I’ll need to."

Suguru gave her one last skeptical look before sighing. "Alright, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything."

"I won’t," Musa said, practically shoving him out the door.

"Okay, okay!" he laughed, holding up his hands in surrender as he stepped outside. "Take care, Musa."

"You too," she called, quickly closing the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Musa let out a long breath of relief, leaning against the door. Now all she had to do was wait for Choso

As she paced the living room, glancing at the clock every few seconds. The anticipation of Choso’s arrival was enough to send her nerves into overdrive and the fact that Suguru wasn’t home made it all the more thrilling.

A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly smoothed her hair, her heart racing as she opened the door to find Choso standing there, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Hey,” he greeted, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Hi,” Musa replied, her voice quieter than intended. She stepped aside to let him in, the faint scent of his cologne brushing past her as he entered.

Choso glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on the framed photos of Suguru and Musa on the wall. “It’s a bit weird being here without Suguru,” he admitted, turning back to her. “But I don’t mind.”

Musa’s cheeks warmed at his casual tone. “Yeah, he’d probably flip out if he knew,” she said with a nervous laugh, closing the door behind him.

“Probably,” Choso agreed, a small smirk playing at his lips. He sat down on the couch, his posture relaxed. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Uh, I thought we could watch a movie?” Musa suggested, grabbing the remote.

“Works for me,” Choso said, leaning back into the cushions as Musa joined him.

She scrolled through the options, eventually settling on an action-comedy. As the movie started, she found herself acutely aware of his presence beside her. Their shoulders brushed slightly, and every time he laughed or shifted, her heart seemed to skip a beat.

“You okay?” Choso’s voice broke through her thoughts. Musa froze, realizing she had been fidgeting with the edge of her sweater.

“Y-yeah,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Choso leaned closer, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “You sure?” he asked, his hand reaching out to gently press against her forehead. “You feel a little warm.”

The closeness made her breath hitch. “I-I’m fine!” she blurted, her cheeks burning.

Choso raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face as he leaned back slightly. “You’re acting kind of weird, Musa.”

“I’m not!” she protested, though the crack in her voice said otherwise.

He chuckled softly, tilting his head to study her. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing!” Musa said quickly, her hands clenching the hem of her sweater.

Choso’s grin widened. “Is it me?” he asked, his tone playful.

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head furiously. “No! Why would it be you?”

He leaned in again, his gaze holding hers. “Because you’re blushing,” he said, his voice dropping just enough to make her heart race.

“I’m not blushing!” she insisted, her voice rising in pitch.

“You are,” he said with a soft laugh, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. “And it’s kind of cute.”

Musa’s breath caught in her throat, her words failing her completely.

Choso’s teasing smile softened, his tone shifting to something more genuine. “You know, Musa,” he began, leaning back slightly but keeping his eyes on her. “I think you’re really cute. And… I’ve been starting to like you. And ai don't mean as a friend”

Musa’s heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. “You—what?” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled again, though this time it was almost shy. “You heard me.”

She stared at him, her mind spinning as she tried to process his words.

“Well?” Choso prompted, his teasing grin returning. “What do you think?”

Musa’s breath hitched, and she stared at Choso, wide-eyed. “You… like me?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Choso nodded, his expression soft but unwavering. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure at first, but being around you... I can’t ignore how I feel anymore.”

Musa’s cheeks burned, and she felt her heart race even faster, as if it was about to leap out of her chest. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she looked down at her hands, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her sweater.

Choso chuckled lightly, leaning forward. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently. “You don’t have to say anything right now. I just… wanted you to know.”

“No!” Musa blurted, her head snapping up. “I mean… I don’t want you to think I don’t… like you, too.”

Choso’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You do?”

“I-I think so,” Musa admitted, her voice shaking slightly. She avoided his gaze, her fingers still twisting the fabric of her sweater. “You make me nervous. But not in a bad way. It’s just… you’re so close, and my heart won’t stop beating so fast, and—”

“Musa,” Choso interrupted softly, his voice laced with amusement.

She stopped rambling and finally looked at him. His smile was gentle, and the warmth in his eyes made her chest tighten.

“Take a deep breath,” he said, his tone playful but kind.

She did as he suggested, inhaling deeply to steady herself.

“Better?” he asked.

“A little,” she admitted, her lips curving into a small, shy smile.

Choso chuckled again, leaning back against the couch. “Good. Because I like making your heart race, but I don’t want to give you a heart attack.”

Musa let out a nervous laugh, her face heating up again. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he said with a grin, “but I’m glad I know how you feel now.”

"We have to keep it a secret though, if Sugu finds out we're both dead"

“Eh, I’m pretty sure I can take him,” Choso said with a playful smirk.

Musa rolled her eyes, but the laughter still lingered in the air, light and easy. She shook her head, leaning back against the couch. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I might be,” Choso said, his grin softening as he looked at her. “But I meant what I said earlier, you know.”

Musa turned to him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his voice. “About liking me?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his tone quieter now. “About you being cute. About liking you. All of it.”

She felt the heat rise to her cheeks again, and her hands instinctively continued fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “You’re making it really hard to keep a straight face,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Choso chuckled softly, leaning a little closer. “Good. I like seeing you flustered.”

“Choso,” she said, her voice faltering as she met his gaze.

“What?” he asked, his tone gentle but teasing. “Is it wrong that I want to kiss you right now?”

Musa’s breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t answer right away, but the way her eyes flickered to his lips gave him all the encouragement he needed.

Slowly, carefully, Choso leaned in, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of her hair away from her face. His fingers lingered against her cheek, warm and steady, as he closed the distance between them.

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, and the world seemed to fade away. It was gentle, like testing the waters of something fragile and new, yet it carried an undeniable spark that sent a rush through her veins.

When they pulled apart, Choso stayed close, his forehead nearly touching hers. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both care and a touch of amusement.

Musa nodded, her cheeks warm and her heart fluttering. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said with a small grin. “Because I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

She let out a soft laugh, her nervousness melting into something lighter.

As the movie played on, neither of them paid it any mind. The kiss hung between them, a quiet promise of the secret they would now carry together

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A few weeks passed by, Musa leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, as she stared at her brother. Suguru was scrolling through his phone, barely acknowledging her.

“Hey, Suguru,” Musa said, her tone sweet but laced with mischief.

“What?” he asked distractedly.

“You’ve been hogging Shoko a lot lately,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “I think it’s about time I get my best friend back for a night.”

Suguru finally looked up, his brow furrowing. “What are you talking about? You see her all the time.”

“Not really,” Musa argued. “It’s been forever since we had a proper girls’ night. I mean, you’re practically glued to her these days.”

Suguru smirked, clearly unbothered by her accusation. “She’s my girlfriend. What do you expect?”

“And she’s my best friend,” Musa countered, jabbing a finger at him. “Don’t be selfish. You can survive one night without her.”

Suguru sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine. Take her. But don’t get her into too much trouble.”

“Please,” Musa said with a grin, already grabbing her phone to text Shoko. “We’re way too classy for trouble.”

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The bar was alive with music and chatter, the atmosphere electric. Musa and Shoko sat at a small table with drinks in hand, their laughter blending into the hum of the crowd.

“It’s been too long,” Shoko said, raising her glass to Musa. “I missed this.”

“Me too,” Musa said, clinking her glass against Shoko’s. “No boys, no drama. Just us.”

They played a few rounds of pool, Musa managing to win only because Shoko was a little tipsy and laughing too hard to concentrate. Between turns, they shared stories, teased each other, and caught up like old times.

Once they settled back at their table, Shoko leaned her chin on her hand, giving Musa a pointed look. “So,” she said, dragging the word out, “how are things with Choso?”

Musa blushed, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “Good. Really good. He’s… sweet. When he’s not being a flirt, that is.”

Shoko smirked. “Sweet, huh? Didn’t think I’d hear that word about Choso.”

“He is,” Musa insisted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “He’s different with me. It’s… nice.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow, sipping her drink. “Different enough to make you forget that your brother would lose his mind if he found out?”

Musa groaned, leaning back in her chair. “Don’t remind me. I already feel like I’m walking on eggshells.”

“That’s kind of my point,” Shoko said, her tone more serious now. “How long are you planning to keep this a secret, Musa? You know you can’t hide it forever.”

“I don’t know,” Musa admitted, her voice soft. “I just… I’m not ready to tell him yet. Suguru’s so protective, and Choso… well, you know how Suguru sees him.”

“As a walking red flag,” Shoko said bluntly, though her eyes softened. “But you don’t, do you?”

“No,” Musa said firmly. “He’s not like that. Not with me. I just… I need more time to figure out how to tell Suguru without him losing it.”

Shoko leaned back, her gaze thoughtful. “You’re going to have to tell him eventually, you know. He’s going to find out one way or another, and it’s better if it comes from you.”

Musa nodded, her fingers twisting together. “I know. I just—what if he doesn’t understand? What if he never forgives me or Choso?”

Shoko reached across the table, placing a comforting hand over Musa’s. “He’s your brother, Musa. And he loves you. He might not like it, but he’ll get over it. Eventually.”

Musa let out a shaky breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Thanks, Shoko. For everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Please,” Shoko said with a smirk, finishing her drink. “Just promise me one thing.”

“What?” Musa asked.

“Invite me to the family dinner when you drop the bombshell,” Shoko said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I want front-row seats for the chaos.”

Musa burst out laughing, shaking her head. “You’re horrible.”

“And you love me for it,” Shoko teased, raising her glass in a mock toast.

As they clinked glasses again, the tension in Musa’s chest eased. She wasn’t ready to tell Suguru yet, but having Shoko by her side made it feel a little less daunting.

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Meanwhile, Choso, Suguru, and Satoru were sprawled out in Satoru’s massive living room, pizza boxes and beer bottles scattered across the table. The TV was on, but none of them were paying attention.

“Man, it’s good to just chill,” Satoru said, leaning back and stretching. “No drama, no girls nagging us. Just the boys.”

“Speak for yourself,” Suguru muttered, grabbing another slice of pizza. “Shoko’s probably roping Musa into some wild plan as we speak.”

Choso smirked but stayed quiet, sipping his drink.

Satoru narrowed his eyes at Choso, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Speaking of, what’s up with you lately? You’ve been grinning like an idiot for weeks. What gives?”

“Yeah,” Suguru chimed in, his tone suspicious. “You’ve been awfully chipper. Got yourself a new plaything or something?”

Choso nearly choked on his drink, coughing as he tried to play it cool. “What? No. Nothing like that.”

“Don’t lie,” Satoru said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You’re a bigger flirt than me, and that’s saying something. So who is she?”

“There’s no one,” Choso said quickly, though the slight pink in his cheeks betrayed him.

Suguru raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. “You’re hiding something.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Choso insisted, avoiding their eyes.

“Come on,” Satoru prodded, nudging Choso’s shoulder. “Who’s the lucky girl? Or is it girls, plural? You’ve got that player vibe going on.”

Choso groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Which means we’re right,” Satoru said with a laugh. “Who is she, Choso? Spill.”

Choso hesitated, his mind racing. He couldn’t let them know it was Musa—not now, not ever. “It’s no one,” he finally said, forcing a smirk. “Maybe I’ve just been in a good mood lately. Is that a crime?”

Satoru and Suguru exchanged a look, clearly unconvinced.

“Fine,” Satoru said, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “Keep your secrets. For now.”

“Yeah,” Suguru added, his tone warning. “But if I find out you’ve been messing with someone you shouldn’t be…”

“Relax,” Choso said, holding up his hands. “I’m not stupid.”

“Debatable,” Satoru muttered, earning a laugh from Suguru.

The two boys are unaware of how Satoru knows everything already. He doesn't dare to tell, it's all on Musa to do so.

As the night went on, Choso managed to steer the conversation away from himself, but he couldn’t shake the tension in his chest. He’d have to be more careful—especially around Suguru

[allthingsfangirl101]

All I Want – Glen Powell

I hid behind my camera as the actors went through their scenes. I couldn't ignore the smile that spread across my face as Glen's character ran into the airport.

"Rick?"

I made sure to angle the camera behind Glen, right over his shoulder so we got a clear shot up of Lucy Liu and Taye Diggs.

"Hey," Taye hesitated. "Did I forget something?"

"Yeah," Glen responded, sounding like he was out of breath from running. "That you're a bastard." Glen paused as the extras in the airport mumbled things under their breaths. "I don't wanna be like you. I'm not gonna be. I don't want the promotion. I quit."

"Okay," Taye said with little to no emotion.

"Kirsten? Don't marry him."

I bit my lip to keep from laughing as the extra walked up next to Glen and laughed, "Do it, honey. Go with the young guy."

"Oh, no," Glen started to stutter. "No, no. I mean, she's a very handsome woman. Just -- Not what's going on here."

"Charlie," Taye said, still with barely any emotion. "You're fired as fuck."

"I literally just quit," Glen shrugged. "Kirsten, I know you don't know me, but I know you, because all Harper does is talk about you. And even when she's complaining about you, she's really complimenting you. I know how hard you work and what a badass you are, and I know you don't put up with any shit. So, don't put up with his. I don't know what you think you're getting out of this, but you deserve better. You are better."

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing as he lifted his hands and laughed. "Gave myself goosebumps."

"He's crazy," Taye recited. "You realize that? Hmm?"

Lucy paused before slowly turning toward Taye. She thought about it before asking, "What's my favorite food?"

"Your favorite -- It's steak tartare."

"It's green curry, you douche-tard!" Glen yelled up at them. "She likes it medium-spicy from Thai Leaf on Broadway."

"What's my favorite place?" Lucy asked.

"Kiki, I ca - -" he stuttered. He cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. "This is ridiculous. Why are we --? Kirsten. Your name is Kirsten."

"Squam Lake, New Hampshire, you douche-tard." I smiled when Glen did an excited fist bump. "Charlie, I know you're no longer his assistant, but could you please strike "wedding" from his calendar?"

"Absolutely," Glen said proudly.

"Are you being serious?" Taye asked as she dropped her plane ticket and walked away. "No. Kiki's short for Kirsten," he said as he followed her."

I moved the camera to catch Glen's facial expression. He's supposed to stop and think about how he left things with Zoey's character, Harper. As he looked down, Claire yelled, "Cut! Perfect guys. Let's check the lights, switch the camera positions, and go again."

I turned off the camera, took it off my shoulder, and stretched my back. I handed the camera to my assistant and continued stretching out my shoulders.

"You almost made me break."

I looked over my shoulder to see Glen walking over to me with a playful glare on his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I shrugged.

"Your little giggles," he said, pointing at me.

"I never giggled," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "I held it in."

"True," he nodded, "but your little smirks and smiles made it incredibly hard to remain serious."

"Well, then that means you need to do better at your job," I smirked. Glen laughed as I walked away. I forced my heart rate to slow back down as he jogged to catch up to me.

"We still on for lunch?" Glen asked as he started walking in sync with me.

"Of course," I shrugged, trying to get the butterflies in my stomach to calm down.

His simple question shouldn't have such a big impact on me. Especially considering the fact that we've been going to lunch almost every day during filming. We started about a month in. I was walking on set with the lunch I just bought when Glen bumped into me, spilling my lunch all over my shirt.

Glen freaked out and immediately took me to the costume trailer. He influenced the ladies to get me a shirt and then offered to buy me a new lunch. We spent the entire lunch break, eating in a small café down the street from the set and talking about anything we could think of.

The next day, I was swapping the batteries in my camera at the start of lunch when Glen walked up to me. I turned around to see him smiling and offering me a sandwich from the same café. Without thinking about it or meaning to, we ended up eating lunch together every day.

Throughout lunch, we talked about the movie's ending. I already have another job lined up, and Glen has a few 'feelers' out.

"I can't believe it's been four months," Glen chuckled as he finished his chips.

"I know," I smiled softly. "It's gone by so fast."

"Are you still working for Netflix?" He asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "They've got my next project lined up. Some teenage angst romance movie."

Glen laughed when I made a face. "It won't be that bad," he tried to shrug. "I mean, you've spent months filming me flirt with Joan and Zoey."

"That's different," I sighed. "Filming teens just feels. . . wrong."

Glen smiled while reaching over and grabbing my hand. "Keep in mind, they're usually adults playing teenagers. And if any of them give you a problem, just call me."

My heart sank. I've grown accustomed to seeing him, teasing him, eating with him every day. The idea of not seeing him every day killed me.

Little did I know that Glen felt the same.

* * * * *

We had three scenes left. We filmed the big ending first. On the last day of filming, we were focusing on the scenes leading up to the end. My heart was in my throat the entire time I filmed their final scene.

I followed behind Zoey, waiting for her to notice Glen waiting outside the office.

"If I spend too much time on Gilda in the beginning, people will know that she's gonna die. Let her death be a twist. Hold off until after Harry wins his first med. . ."

Zoey stopped midsentence when she noticed Glen outside. Glen turned around and instantly had the perfect expression on his face. Zoey stopped recording herself and opened the door. One of the camera assistants snuck behind her and held the door open for me as I followed her outside.

He came off slightly nervous as she walked up to him and stood across from him. My camera was directly behind Zoey, and all its focus was on Glen. All of my focus was on Glen.

"Hi," Zoey recited.

"Hi," Glen responded.

Zoey looked to the side before turning back to Glen and asking him, "So, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, Kirsten told me to meet her. What are you doing here?"

"Oh my.  . ." Zoey laughed as they acted to figure it out.

"She Cyrano'd us," Glen caught on.

"Yes, she. . ."

"I Googled it," Glen said. "So, I know what it means now."

Zoey sighed as she put the box she was holding and her bags down before turning back to Glen. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"I don't work here anymore. I quit working for Rick. Starting over. At 28. Actually, I'm a temp, which is technically lower on the totem pole than an assistant, which is kind of a kick in the nuts. But it's, um, kind of cool. I get to see a bunch of different jobs. Find out what I actually like." Glen paused before adding the monologue I knew would make girls 15-35 swoon over him. "I like you. So, so much. You're not hard to get at all. You're hard to earn. It's so much better."

"You displayed a total lack of character when it mattered."

"I know."

"Charlie," Zoey continued, "you have the romantic and sexual personality of a seventh-grader."

"Seventh?" Glen asked, immediately lifting the mood. "I feel like it'd be at least high school."

"You wear suits to sports games."

"What?" Glen paused, acting like he was confused but slowly caught on. "You're a know-it-all."

"You are unbelievably bad at beer pong."

"You're a sore winner. And you use too many exclamation points."

As they continued to banter, I could feel myself falling harder and harder for this man. And it wasn't because of his character. It was because he was just like this in real life. I should know. We banter all the time.

But our banter doesn't end the way theirs does.

"And yet. . ." Zoey didn't finish.

Glen grabbed her hand and slightly pulled her toward him. He leaned down and kissed her. I watched, my heart breaking as Zoey wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. The assistant gently tapped my elbow, reminding me that I was supposed to lift the camera above them, tilting it up to see New York.

"And cut!" Claire yelled. I looked over to see Glen and Zoey pull apart. Glen looked at me, but I quickly looked away.

I handed the camera to my assistant and grabbed a water bottle at the snack table. I let out a shaky breath as I opened the bottle and drank.

"So," Glen elongated as he walked up to me, "on a scale of 1 to bleehh, how cringy was I in that scene?"

"You were great," I said without turning around. "You're always great."

"Are you okay?" He grabbed my elbow and turned me toward him.

"I'm fine," I shrugged.

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking at me in a way that made me melt.

I could tell him that I wasn't fine. I could tell him that I didn't want the movie to end. I could tell him that I was terrified that we'd never see each other again. I could tell him that the thought of not working together made me want the ground to open up and swallow me up.

"Of course," I said, my voice dropping. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know," he stuttered. "I just feel like the last couple of days, you've been. . . off."

"Off?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," he said quickly. "I just meant that you've been in your head more than usual."

"I'm fine," I answered quickly. "I always get a little 'in my head' when I'm wrapping up a movie. It's hard to say goodbye to everyone. It's the worst part of working on movies. You get incredibly close to someone and then you never see them again."

We suddenly fell into silence as we stared at each other. I should tell him how much I'm going to miss him. It was on the tip of my tongue, but something stopped me. I'm not sure why I couldn't spit it out.

Glen opened his mouth to say something, but he was called to set. He sent me an apologetic look, and quickly kissed my cheek, before walking away. As he walked away, an answer to my earlier question popped into my head.

I couldn't tell him how much I was going to miss him because of one simple fact; I'm just a camera woman and he's a famous actor.

* * * * *

After filming the last scene, we still had a few scenes to film. Throughout filming, I noticed Glen acting weird. It felt like he was avoiding me. I went over and over our last interaction, trying to figure out if I said something that made him uncomfortable.

I stood behind the bar, my camera focused on Zoey. She typed for a little before stopping and slowly smiling.

"I finished," she mumbled. "I finished. The whole article. I finished it! From beginning to end."

I smiled softly as she grabbed chips, stood up, and spun around. She stopped when the waiter walked over with two plates of food.

"I finished it. I finished the whole thing," she repeated. "You, sir, are a hero and scholar, and are about to receive the greatest tip in the history of the service industry."

She turned around and started shuffling through her bag. "Okay. Technically, I don't have my wallet on me. Tomorrow. . ."

"Leave this place and never return," the waiter cut her off.

As the waiter walked away, Zoey smiled. She put her hands to her head and whispered, "I did it."

"And that's a cut for Zoey!" Claire yelled. "Let's switch sets and film Glen's last scene. Y/N, you ready?"

I looked over at her and saw Glen over her shoulder. "Of course," I said, trying to sound normal.

"The battery good?" She asked.

"All good."

"Great!" She said, clapping her hands together. "Let's wrap this up."

I made eye contact with Glen again but quickly looked away. I hated this. I hated this feeling in my stomach. I hated this awkward, confusing tension between us.

After lunch, the set was now ready for one of Glen's last scenes. We had to reschedule due to some issues with Pete's comedy schedule. When I walked onto set, Glen was already in position. We made eye contact again and I instantly broke it.

"Alright," Claire said, "Glen's in position. Y/N's in position."

My face burned when Glen looked at me and smiled. I looked away and focused on the camera.

"Action!"

I filmed him scrolling on his computer for a few seconds before Taye knocked on the door. Glen stood up and I followed him down the makeshift hallway. I stepped behind him as he answered the door.

"Cut!"

I looked over at Claire confused. "Stanley," she sighed to the other camera operator who was behind Taye, his camera focused on Glen. "Your angle is wrong. Can we switch the two of you?"

"Switch?" I stuttered.

"Yeah," Claire shrugged. "You do better with angles. Plus, you and Glen are closer in height so it's not as slanted."

"Oh," I said, clearing my throat. "Sure."

I took my camera off my shoulder and blushed when Glen moved aside. Stanley and I switched positions. I was now behind Taye and focused on Glen.

"Perfect," Claire smiled. "And action."

"Hey," Taye said, slightly awkwardly.

"What do you want?" Glen asked harshly.

"You live here? It's disgusting." Taye scowled. Glen scoffed as he started to close the door. Taye quickly stopped him. "Hold up. Hold up, hold up. I'm sorry. I just. . . I, uhh. . . I need some information on, um, my wife. My ex-wife."

"Like what?"

"Uhh. . ." Taye hesitated as he opened a small notepad and looked through it. "I got some written down here. Uh, assorted favorites, as in, uh, favorite foods, flowers, clothing. . ."

"Are you serious?" Glen scoffed.

"Look," Taye sighed, "I realize I should know this. But you used to do all this stuff for me. I want her back."

Glen hesitated, slowly sighing. "I have an old Kiki file. I'll send it over to you."

Taye let out the breath he was holding. He did a small fist pump as he recited, "Thank you. Thank you."

"Yeah," Glen sighed.

"Thank you," Taye said again. "I really appreciate this."

I stepped aside as Pete walked up.

"Rick," he said loudly, making Taye jump. Pete turned to Glen and asked, "You still work for this guy?"

"Nope," Glen chuckled.

I held my breath as Pete threw his cup of iced coffee on Taye. He walked by him, stopping in the doorway as he said, "It's soy. Nice seeing you, Rick."

Pete did a small salute before leaving. Glen started to follow him.

"Bye, Rick," he said as he slammed the door.

"Perfect! Much better. Thank you, Y/N."

I nodded as I took my camera off my shoulder. My assistant took the camera and noticed my shirt.

"Do you want me to. . ."

"I'm fine, Wes." I cut him off. I looked up to see Glen walking out of the apartment.

"Did Pete get you?" Glen asked, instantly scanning my shirt. "I told him to be careful."

"I'm fine," I brushed off. I wrapped my arms around myself and looked away.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen," Claire smiled, "that is a wrap on Set It Up!"

Everyone started to applaud. Without looking at Glen, I turned and started walking off set.

"Y/N!" Kelley, the makeup girl, ran to catch up to me. "You coming to the bar tonight? Apparently, Claire rented it out for the wrap-up party."

Just then, Glen walked by. Of course.

"Oh," I said slowly. "I. . . I don't know. I'm kinda tired."

"Come on, Y/N," she whined. She turned around and smirked. "Oh, Glen!"

"Kelley," I said through my teeth. "Don't. . ."

"What's up?" Glen asked as he walked over to us.

"Y/N's trying to wimp out on us," she said, her whole voice dripping with tattle-tale venom.

"I am not," I said quickly.

"Yes, she is," she corrected. "Anyway, I can't get her to come. But maybe you can. Convince her."

"Kelley," I said through my teeth.

"You're really not coming?" He asked me. He looked over at me, the look of hope in his eyes causing my heart to do several flips.

"I'm not sure," I stuttered.

"Well," he smiled, "I hope you do."

I couldn't help but hold my breath as I waited for him to leave. Once he did, Kelley elbowed me in the ribs.

"Ow!" I gasped.

"Okay," she said, turning toward me and crossing her arms over her chest. "What's with you? You two are usually constantly bantering and teasing each other. This last week, you've been weird. Spill."

"I don't know," I said honestly. "I wish I knew."

* * * * *

After spending hours putting together different outfits, I finally walked into the bar.

"Damn, girl!" Kelley giggled when she saw me. I blushed as she ran over to me and made me spin around. "You. Look. Gorgeous!"

"Thanks," I said pushing her away. Something over my shoulder caught her eye.

"And I'm not the only one who noticed," she said in a sing-songy voice. I looked over my shoulder to see Glen across the room, smiling at me. I sent him a smile before turning away. I grabbed Kelley's hand and led her to the bar.

"If I'm going to get through this," I said under my breath, "I'm gonna need a stiff drink. Very stiff."

About an hour later and after a few drinks, Kelley and I were leaning against the bar.

"I just don't get it," she sighed.

"Get what?"

"You and Glen."

"There's nothing to get," I scoffed. "I'm just me. A nobody who spends her life filming other people instead of doing anything with her life."

"So?" Kelley shrugged.

"So," I elongated. "He's Glen Powell, Hollywood's Heartthrob. Why would he want to be with me? I'm not anyone special."

"Maybe to him," she said slowly, "you're more than just a nobody. Maybe to him, you are special."

"Yeah, right."

"Come on, Y/N," Kelley sighed. "You have been crazy about him since we started filming. Why don't you think he might be crazy about you too?"

"Do I need to spell it out?" I asked bitterly. "I'm a nobody. Glen could do a whole lot better. But, who cares? The movie is over. He'll get another job and so will I. We won't see each other every day. He'll find another girl to make her fall head over heels in love with him while I suffer in my lonely silence."

"You might want to. . ." She said, pointing behind me.

"Glen," I gasped when I turned around and there he was. "What are you. . . How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough," he shrugged with his heart-stopping smile. Kelley gave me a not-so-subtle push toward Glen as she walked away. Her push made me bump into him, causing him to catch me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine," I said, stepping back. "Look, about what I said. . ."

"It's okay."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "It's not. I know we. . ."

"I like you." I held my breath as Glen paused. "So, so much."

"You what? You sure you're not just reciting yours and Zoey's final scene."

"I'm not rehearsing anything. I want to be around you every second of every minute of every day," he said, taking a step closer to me. "I want to take you on dates and spend my money on you until I have no more money left to spend on you. I want to hold your hand, hold you, until I lose the ability to feel. I want to kiss you until my lips are numb. I want to be the first thing you think about every morning you wake up and the last thing you think about every night before you go to sleep. I want to love everything you have grown to hate about yourself. But mostly, I just want you, Y/N."

He pulled me into his chest, leaned down, and pressed his lips to mine. My heart felt like it was jumping into my throat as I slowly started to kiss him back. Our lips moved in sync as he pulled me closer. We broke apart when neither one of us could breathe.

"See?" He whispered. "All I want is you."

[blu3haw4]

Hi! Hello, you guys remember I said I had an extended shot for Clexmas free day that was basically done? That I told you to forget about when I posted the little oneshots? That I thought I would be able to write before the year was over? 😅 Well it's here! After days and days of neglecting it and then hours of writing and editing and writing some more and then... much more than I originally planned.

A continuation of my Clextober contribution The Halloween Party

For Clexmas 2024, Day 7: Free day (already on AO3)

and a little bonus only for tumblr

The Christmas Party(es)

“Gala? Define gala?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll pick your dress”

“You will absolutely not pick my dress, Clarke!” Lexa all but stumped on her feet, standing in Clarke’s living room as the blonde lay on her couch.

“Why not? Aren’t there more important things you should worry about?”

And she might have a point, these past two months have been full of gathering information on the hunters and possible enemy creatures -they’ve also been full of making out, but they don’t talk about that- and tonight it might all come together. They have a few leads on the hunters’ plan and tonight might be the chance to crack exactly how much they know about the wolves and if they’re getting help from the creatures they suspect.

“Look there’s a lot of names and faces you should at least know of. Did you read the subjects these people like to talk about that I sent you?” Clarke pressed, still very casually laying on her couch.

Because that was the key point of this particular party, it wasn’t just about the hunters, it was about the people who founded them, knowingly or not. The people that are throwing this Christmas gala aren’t all hunters, and they were the people Clarke thought they should worry about the most.

“I- didn’t, I mean yeah, I looked them over-”

“You need to know what they’ll be talking about; we’re not going to get anywhere near the information you want if they clock the fact that you’re not one of them. This is a fancy, glamorous Christmas themed party. An excuse to look hot and show off their money, really” Clarke rolled her eyes dramatically “If we don’t look and act the part, they’ll kick us out in not time”

Lexa sighed, Clarke had a point- “So… you worry about the character details, and I will worry about us dressing the part”

“Clarke-”

“Our outfits will match, and they’ll be bulletproof!” Clarke grinned, sitting up with excitement.

“Bulletproof?” Lexa yelped “We’re planning for that type of night?” she asked -ignoring the matching thing- concerned… only to have Clarke’s mood immediately change.

“No” she huffed “but we didn’t think Halloween was going to be one of those night either and yet…” Clarke looked up with raised eyebrows and pursed lips, still bitter about outcome of that night.

And okay, that was fair.

That night hadn’t ended in any of the ways Lexa had expected.

After telling Clarke not to follow -mostly so she wouldn’t have to face the consequences of their make out. Too drunk and too shaken to even consider what to say and how processes the argument between her head and her heart… and her pussy, a little, if she was honest- she ran to the warning howls of her people.

It hadn’t been an emergency, but she had decided to go anyways because Indra’s team had been ambushed by hunters. They had had encounters with them before, but mostly because they had been purposely sniffing around their business. This time, the hunters had been the ones to track them down.

When Lexa arrived, both Anya and Indra’s teams were fighting a big group of hunters in between alleys, and she joined in even though she knew they had it under control. The ringing of their silenced shotguns had stopped for a few minutes while most hunters were forced into hand-to-hand combat.

Then, one singular shot rang out followed by a loud curse.

“What. The Fuck?!"

Lexa had turned to look just in time to see Clarke grabbing the wrist of the hunter who shot her as a second shot ran out, said bullet hitting the wall beside them. There was a bullet hole in the back of her dress with a stain of blood dripping from the closed wound where the bullet had clearly made it out.

“You just ruined my fucking dress!” was the anticlimactic sentence that left Clarke’s mouth before she lashed out cracking a few of the hunter’s bones and throwing him away.

She launched herself to the other hunters and got shot in the stomach before she could take the remaining three out.

“Fucking… Fuckers!” She shouted, breathing a little heavy and clearly -at least to Lexa- drunk “I loved this dress, you bitch!” she scowled kicking a dead hunter to the other side of the alley.

Whit a look, Lexa sent both teams away and didn’t care that Anya and Indra both remained when she approached Clarke. With a million things in her head, there was really nothing she could do when the words out of her mouth were “I told you not to follow”

The huff Clarke let out felt like a slap in the face, she turned sharply to look at her with a deep frown “I wasn’t. I was literally on my way home, when I got fucking shot!” She exasperated, and didn’t bother to avoid her shoulder when she walked past her “You’re welcome, by the way” she huffed before jumping all the way up to her building’s roof top.

Because of course the fight happened right beside her place.

So okay, it was cool that their dresses were bulletproof. What was probably not okay was Clarke picking the type of dress Lexa would wear.

“Tik-tak, Heda”

“Okay fine! I’ll read about these people, you pick my dress, but Clarke-” She warned her, pointing at her with a look stopping the vampire’s excitement “Have them ready two days before”

“What?  Why?”

“So I can make sure you picked something appropriate or find something else” Lexa huffed as she started to walk out the door.

��Of course it’s going to be appropriate! What makes you think I would pick something inappropriate?” Clarke asked with a smirk.

Lexa turned around and they shared a look, one that ran out all the memories they’ve shared these past two months, one that showed how easy it would be to stop pretending like none of it happened and let loose.

After Halloween they didn’t contact each other for a week, Lexa making herself busy gathering and connecting the information they had, and Clarke… well, living her life as far as Lexa could tell. Anya kept her updated without Lexa asking, she didn’t follow her, but Clarke kept showing up when Anya and her team were on their vigilante’s adventures as she had been since before Halloween.

When they finally saw each other again they just jumped straight to business mode, with Lexa filling Clarke in on the theories she had, and Clarke helping her plan meetings with specific creatures she thought could or would help.

They went out five times in two weeks.

At the end of the first night, they cleared the air with a few jokes about the fight; it had clearly been a coincidence. Jokes about the fight, though, turned to jokes about the night, which turned into flirting and easily, naturally, turned into them kissing.

It was intoxicating, addictive. Lexa kept trying to avoid it, or so she told herself as each night she continued to proposedly, actively push for it to happen.

And throughout-fully enjoy it.

They never talked about it, but just as each night they got bolder and bolder, each next time Clarke looked more and more sure that they should mention it. If only to make sure it keeps happening…

Or maybe Lexa was projecting, but it was easier to pretend like she was just giving in to what Clarke wanted than to admit to herself how much she craved it.

So once again, she shut it down.

“Two days earlier Clarke!” she called before closing the door.

“Ugh. Fine”

-

The dress was fine, with a little more cleavage than Lexa would’ve liked -she would reconsider later-, but perfectly appropriate. The silky cloth bunching around her hips made her feel good and the way the open back teased the end off her tattoo was just about everything she wanted Clarke to focus on. The color also, matched perfectly to Clarke’s jumpsuit, which was… way more appropriate that Lexa anticipated.

Somehow that made it so much worse for her.

Because she prepared for long milky legs, for too short skirt and a teas of her ass, she prepared for cleavage and a perfectly shaped necklace falling in between, she didn’t prepare for Clarke’s arms to be the most skin showed, for the power she extruded with her hands on her pokes and the sexy show of her clavicles on top of the flat line of her jumpsuit’s collar that fell, perfectly covering the actual size of her boobs. She prepared to resist the urge to stare at Clarke’s body, not her face.

Because, damn it, her face.

Clarke absolutely noticed, all too content to stare at Lexa’s cleavage to ‘make it even’ and make a show of speaking oh so close to her face to ‘cover the staring’  -“you can know, but they can’t” she said with a smirk and a wink- it was ridiculous and way too distracting but somehow… it was working to their favor.

Each conversation they took part on moved them closer to the people they needed, and it all felt effortless, they laughed at the most classist comments and Lexa had to cover her reaction each time Clarke threw one of her own like second nature with that light drop of sarcasm underneath. They stared at each other way too much and hushed little jokes about how full of themselves these people were. They flirted a lot too; it was a little ridiculous how little of their sentences lacked flirt honestly, but it was fun, and it was working and Lexa felt good.

Until she didn’t.

Moving closer to the people they needed meant she started to recognize the faces she had studied. And then some. There were a bunch of hunters she spied on from afar on their missions, and many she easily remembers from the warehouse, all mingling with the wealthy people who founded them. Eyes were always on her since they walked in, and now she started questioning if it was because they recognized her more than because of how hot they both looked.

Her heartbeat picked up and her breath heaved as she tried her best to discretely check her surroundings. Lexa mindlessly started walking into a more secluded area of the gallery they were at, not caring or noticing if Clarke followed.

Her vision started clouding and her hearing got randomly specific, picking up on sentences and then jumping to another person, another heartbeat, another click of heels. Her smell wasn't helping either, only making her overwhelmed- and where the fuck was the exit!

Unable to recognize or care where she was going in her haste to get out, she failed to realize she was walking into the corridors of the gallery instead of outside. Her ears and nose picking up the scent of a guard far too late, and her feet not listening, never stopping, but somehow, she did.

In two blinks her back was against the wall and the only thing all her senses could notice was Clarke. All over her, body pressed fully into hers, a hand interwinding with hers and the other in her hair, her lips on hers, nose pressing to her cheek, Clarke’s hip in her hand.

It was grounding, and all the same earth-shattering. Her breath caught and she caught Clarke’s tongue with her lips, her body molded to her instinctively, one hand squeezed Clarke’s and the other pulled at her hips to keep her close.

It didn’t feel like a loss when Clarke’s lips left hers. It took Lexa a second to blink back into reality and realized Clarke had pulled her face away, looking to the side and talking-

“Yes, sir, we’ll be right out” The vampire smiled apologetically at the guard and used her hold on Lexa to pull her away from the wall and down the corridor back to the main room.

Some of the panic came back but was soothed by the soft caressing of Clarke’s hands on the back of hers and the comforting press of the other over the small of her back. In no time they were out on a huge balcony with stairs down into the giant flower yard and Lexa came back to her senses enough to let go of Clarke’s hand, step away from her and lean over the railing.

Lexa could tell Clarke was giving her time to breathe it out, to calm her heart and mind.

“Am I… the only one who knows?” Clarke asks eventually, and Lexa doesn’t answer right away.

She looks at her, trying to play dumb, but Clarke just tilts her head and gives Lexa a soft look, gives her time to accept it.

So, Lexa nods. Small and tired and she looks down and away.

Clarke gets closer to her “We should go”

“We can’t” Lexa immediately raises her eyes “The intel-“

“We can get it another time. You shouldn’t be here”

“I’ll be fine. I- I just needed a minute-“

“Lexa. You can’t be here” Clarke says grabbing her chin softly, Lexa thinks it might be pity. But under deeper examination there’s nothing but understanding in those eyes.

Lexa’s ready to argue still, but Clarke starts talking again “What you went through was traumatizing, okay? I bet you’re telling yourself you’re a big bad wolf and that you’ve been hurt thousands of times before and that you can handle it. But you freaking out like this? Instinctively running away and losing control of your senses? You have PTSD. And you shouldn’t have to face the people who caused it before you’re ready. I won’t let you; you deserve time to heal from it… Okay?”

Lexa blinks once, twice, she can’t be sure, but the millisecond Clarke’s eyes change tell her that her own might’ve gotten a little sparkle right before her hands tangled in Clarke’s hair to kiss her, hard and deep, and so good. Clarke loses her balance for a second before recovering and holding onto Lexa for dear life.

It’s only one kiss, it lasts a full minute but it’s only one. Lexa parts with a sigh and Clarke licks her lips, smiling dopily.

“Are we really gonna continue not talking about this?” she whispers, and Lexa can’t believe how easily Clarke gets silly.

“I think I’ve made it clear that it is not about the job. What else do you want to talk about?” She replies after a beat. And Clarke stares at her like she wants to say something, like she would like to talk about it more, instead she rejoins their lips softly.

She moves smoothly and presses Lexa against the railing in the balcony as they continue to make out. Lexa noticed the high -highest- heels Clarke picked for herself, realized she had hopes of getting to be taller, or at least the same height as Lexa tonight, but she should’ve known the she-wolf would go all out as well.

They hear people making their way over the balcony, and they maybe push their luck a little when they only separate right as the people are turning the corner. They smile at each other and bite down on their lips to suppress the urge to kiss. They walk away as casually as they can while practically glued to each other.

-

A couple of days later Clarke texts Lexa telling her there’s a corporate party that weekend, she tells her it’s way more casual than the gala and they talk all about their outfits. Lexa arrives at Clarke’s that Saturday in her dark green slick blouse and a black flannel skirt to find Clarke in a mouthwatering dark green long sleeve velvet dress much shorter than Clarke had mentioned, and with much more cleavage.

“Hey! You look great! We should go, I might’ve misread the invite, and we might be a little late”

“What? What about the plan, you didn’t tell me what we have to do, who will be there, what’s the-“

“Oh right, yeah. Uhm, no plan. Just… be you… well, human you”

“But the… intel?”

“It’s… well-” Clarke sighs and Lexa frowns at her, she’s going to ask again when Clarke pulls her into her apartment “You see that folder over there?” She points at her kitchen counter “That’s all and more information than we would’ve gotten last weekend…”

Lexa blinks a few times, not sure what to make of the information and how to feel about it, at her silence Clarke continues “I-Uhm, got it this week and it will be there when we get back… tonight is my studio’s corporate party, and it’s just… for fun” She shrugs, and Lexa can’t tell if she’s nervous or just not used to been honest and serious at the same time.

Lexa doesn’t move, looking between the folder on the kitchen counter and a very sexy looking Clarke. Since she said casual but classy, Lexa opted for knee high boots to compliment her outfit, while Clarke wore the same high heels from the formal gala meaning Lexa was eye level with… a wonderful view.

“You …? You” Lexa sighs a laugh in disbelief, all Clarke does is smile at her and fo willingly when Lexa leans up and pulls her down for a kiss.

They melt into it for the short time it last and Lexa looks at Clarke yearningly when they part, not knowing what to say or how to thank her. Clarke seems to get it though, or wants to dismiss it, because she pecks her lips one more time and slide her hands into hers.

“Ready to go? I wasn’t lying when I said we might be late” she says with a wink.

She’s so fucked.

-

The party was so much fun. Clarke gave Lexa a bottle of the same elixir they drank at the Halloween party so they could get drunk and they drank too much wine and champagne and ate every little appetizer offered to them. Lexa met Clarke’s work friends -though she refused to refer to them as anything but colleagues- Bellamy and Wells, as well as Clarke’s boss Abigail; a woman that reminds Lexa of Indra in many ways, including the warm look in her eyes under the stoic façade.

Lexa gets to learn a lot about Clarke’s life here, she learns that Clarke Griffin is a 27 going on 28 years old graphic designer who works from home and only shows up at the office for important meetings or specific deadlines. She’s nice to everyone but almost never goes out, she’s still known for holding her booze and killing it at darts. She’s closer to Bellamy and Wells because they are the only people beside their boss that spend most of their time away from the office, they are down to earth, and Clarke swears they’ve hooked up but she can’t prove it.

They spend most of the time just talking quietly to each other. It’s easy to smile more and lean into Clarke. To touch her hand and caress her arms, to soak in the warmth of Clarke’s hands on her hips and back.

To comfortably slide her glace sideways and be met with Clarke’s cleavage.

A much better view than the one from the top of the five stories building. That wasn’t anything spectacular, but the ambiance given to the rooftop with little fairy lights and a few benches around the edge made it look cozy despite the breeze. Made it even easier to get handsy with Clarke while they make out in one of the benches after Clarke guided Lexa up the emergency stairs, a few hours into the party declaring they were done mingling.

They part their lips eventually because even though Clarke doesn’t need to breath Lexa does. She heaves a breath and tries not to be embarrassed about it as they share a look, she’s not very classy straddling Clarke as she lays on her back. Her skirt is up too high as she leans on her elbows on either side of Clarke’s head. Her breathing shouldn’t be an issue, honestly. Their mouths are inches apart, but Lexa doesn’t let Clarke lean up as she looks at her eyes with a tilt of her head.

“What’s so interesting?”

“Your eyes... are shifting” Lexa realizes “Black and blue”

“Must be that I’m thirsty” Clarke winks with an overly confident smirk.

“They were red at the gala” Lexa deflects “After we made out” she smirks and Clarke full on grins with another wink.

“Again. Thirst”

“What's the difference?”

Clarke huffs with a pout after trying to lean up for a kiss again and getting a question instead “I hope you know I was having much more fun when we were kissing”

“Well miss, you ask a lot of questions about werewolf and answer none about vampires, so indulge me for once”

With another huff and a slight eye roll Clarke starts taking “you know the black is hunger. Red is... similar, is hunger while there's blood in my system”

“So, you haven't fed?”

“Not... that recently”

“Shouldn't you?”

“I’m fine. If they shift when I kiss you what do you think that means?”

Lexa smirks, but deflects again “so you feel it? When they shift?”

“Can you?” Clarke deflects as well, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yeah” Lexa answers right away, shifting her eyes to red, her signature alpha color “just like I can feel my fangs and... every other part of shifting”

Clarke hums and frows slightly “I can't... mostly. I know they go black when I get my fangs out and I can... feel? Like they might be black when I'm too thirsty. And I can will them to red. I do feel that one... it's almost like they are actually filling with blood.”

“Whoa... that's… insane”

“You know what's insane?” And she leans up to kiss her. Lexa sighs a giggle into her mouth and feels Clarke smirk into the kiss as well.

“We should get you something to eat” Lexa hushes between kisses.

“I’m fine right here”

“We could go and come back. Kill a bad guy and be back”

“Kill? In these outfits?!” Clarke yelps pulling back from the kiss “Are you insane? I ain't spilling on this dress”

Lexa huffs a little laugh and tries again “Well drink from some-...” only to stop, not wanting to finish that sentence, to suggest Clarke go out to make out with someone else.

“I shouldn't. I could accidentally kill 'em” Clarke shrugs and Lexa tilts her head once again, confused… Only to have Clarke chuckle.

“I need to tell you how much of a puppy you look when you do that”

It’s an instant reaction at the name, to fang out, shift her eyes and growl out “don't call me that”

Clarke doesn’t flinch, because of course she doesn’t. With Lexa still lowly growling Clarke pecks her lips “Sorry” and kisses her again “I won’t-” but this time Lexa sits up when Clarke leans a third time.

She huffs and gets comfortable on Clarke’s pelvis “What did you mean?” She asks, because she won’t let Clarke get away with it after she -unknowingly- insulted her. Now matter how outstandingly beautiful she looked laying under her “Accidentally, how?”

“You just don't let thing go do ya?”

“You just can't give a straight answer, can you?”

“Can't do much straight” Clarke grins with a way-over-the-top wink.

Lexa resist, tries her best at containing a smile, cover her giggle with a huff and an eye roll. She knows Clarke can see right through but nevertheless, it works. Clarke sighs and rolls her eyes as hard as she can.

“I told you the black eyes are hunger but... I like to think of it more as instinct. And blue eyes are... consciousness. Instinct and consciousness fight all the time. Hunger triggers instinct, instinct takes over consciousness. Just from hunger my eyes turn black, they do when I scent blood. Imagine how it goes when I taste it” Clarke shrugs casually, and Lexa can’t help but like it “told you I can't really feel when they're shifting, but I can tell instinct is trying to take over”

Lexa hums, ignoring the relief of knowing Clarke won't be kissing other people... tonight at least “so it is trying to take over now” she says, trying to quiet her mind.

Clarke sighs again, roll her eyes pointedly at her and Lexa notices they’re blue “yeah” she leans up on her elbows “but it's manageable, no one's bleeding out” She raises her eyebrows with a tilt of her as she gets closer to her face “Also I have bags of blood at home” she winks with a little smirk.

“Oh so we still have time” Lexa smirks too not giving into the kiss yet.

“Preferably to continue the kissing” Clarke groans, pulls at her by the hips and connects their lips. Lexa nods giggling into the kiss, and interweaving her hands in Clarke's hair to deepen the kiss.

*

Bonus. Clarke's PoV (not on ao3)

The kiss is full of tongue and teeth, deep and dirty, Clarke’s hands grabs at Lexa to pull her close, nuzzle her nose with her when Lexa pulls back to take a breath and dives right back into it when Lexa captures her lips again. It’s a well know dance they do, have been doing for the past two months, Lexa no longer hiss when her tongue graces Clarke’s fangs, and she lets Clarke nib on her lower lip, even pouting it out for her.

Is totally accidental when on a particular hard kiss, Clarke nibs a little too hard tearing Lexa’s skin and making her bleed a little. Lexa hisses and pulls away quickly, licks her lip and the wound is already closed. Clarke zeros in on Lexa’s mouth, her own mouth still parted until Lexa kisses her again, clearly having moved on.

Clarke answers the kiss on instinct, grabbing at Lexa more firmly and pulling her close, even closer, impossibly closer. Because she got a taste, a taste of the blood she scented however many months ago and ruined her for worse; made her unable to follow a patter of feeding and unable to satiate from any blood that wasn’t Lexa’s.

She knew it couldn’t be just that she was a wolf, she knew it couldn’t be about her been an alpha, but hell desperation drove her places and she tried both, mind controlling both wolfs to forget about it after and ending up equally as unsatisfied as with any human.

Lexa parts with a heavy breath, holding Clarke’s head and keeping her from chasing. But doesn’t she try, angles for her jaw and only blinks back to reality when Lexa pulls at her hair -and so what if that turned her on?-

‘I need to feed’ she thinks, still staring at Lexa’s lips, processing the addictiveness of Lexa’s blood, just a drop and it was intoxicating. She blinks again, realizing Lexa isn’t diving back like before. She licks her lips and looks up to see Lexa watching her.

Is it possible to smirk only with your eyes?

“Do you need to go home?” She asks, sweetly because of course she thinks she knows what she’s doing.

Lexa never seemed to think Clarke could be a danger to her. Lexa trusted her from before she got proof that she was right, and then settled for one singular proof without any more information. Even if Clarke literally yelled at her that she was wrong.

How terrible it was that she is just as addictive as her blood.

“Clarke?”

And she’s been staring, not even at her mouth, just her eyes, her deep red eyes- “Why red?”

“Because yours are black” Lexa doesn't miss a beat.

And okay, there has been many, many times through her -long, long, long, long ass- life where Clarke has been thankful for been a vampire. Tonight, she's thankful that she can't blush, nor lose her breath or have her heart miss a beat. Because all of those would be dead give aways she does not need Lexa knowing about.

“I told you I can’t help it” She tries with a frown, needing Lexa to shift her eyes back to green, because red… red is new, red is blood, red is not something she’s prepared for, red is something she can't have, red should be forbidden. Green? Green is known, green is good, is fun drunk nights, and long talks and smiles. Green is innocent making out -with wandering hands but still- green is smirks and blushed cheeks. And green- is back.

“Better?” Clarke only nods “Yours are still black so I’m going to guess you do need to go home”

“That would be a good idea. Yep.” She nods again, standing up with Lexa still in her lap and enjoying the missed beat of Lexa’s heart before she puts her down.

They walk back down hand in hand ‘to make sure you won’t run away’ Lexa says and Clarke is too content to call out her lie.

Lexa walks her home and kisses her goodbye at the entrance of her building. She’s still thinking about it when she enters her apartment and heads straight for the fridge. She’s happily surprised to realize she’s only thinking about Lexa and her kisses and not her blood, nevertheless, she dries out all five of the bags she has in storage.

The next day, Clarke wakes up from a magic induced sleep to a dead body in her kitchen. Lexa isn't there, neither is the folder from the night before, just an open window and a note.

Thanks for last night

♡.